#illuminctes

[violetleaves]

{ for @illuminctes inspired by this }

           elliot feels pretty sick to his stomach, standing outside of the apartment he’d left her behind at, three years before. he couldn’t really even be sure that she still lived there, but after about half an hour of social media stalking her, he was fairly certain it was the same location he’d spent almost all of the summer after senior year. cold hands stuffed into the pockets of his denim jacket, elliot is working up the nerve to knock. honestly, at this point, he doesn’t really know where else to go. there’s been others in his life, but no one had gotten closer to him than presley had, and he knew she wasn’t far. hell, they'd lived in the same city the whole time, yet elliot had managed to avoid her completely. really, if his only real friend hadn’t been two hundred miles away in new york city, he wouldn’t be standing outside the door of his ex girlfriend, ready to beg her to be a distraction. as elliot is still preparing to knock, he suddenly doesn’t have to, as the door begins to unlock, and elliot nervously takes a step back, knowing that in any second, he’ll be met with whoever is exiting the apartment. elliot blinks, jaw dropping once he’s finally looking at her, presley’s golden hair looking even more bouncy than he’d remembered. “presley -- fuck, i... was going to knock.” all of a sudden, elliot realizes that this was a horrible idea. he never should’ve shown up unannounced. “i should’ve messaged you first. this was... i just... uh,” he’s panicking now, left hand rising to brush through his hair, scratching the top of his head awkwardly. “i didn’t know where else to go... presley, i... my...” he hasn’t really said the words out loud, yet. well, not to anyone that mattered. he’d discussed it with the policeman, and the lawyer, but that didn’t feel like he was accepting it. here, now -- it was different. he gulps, looking down at the dirty grey carpeting of the hallway. “my dad is dead, presley.” his mouth has gone completely dry, his heart pounding away in his chest. “i need your help... i need you to distract me so that i don’t drink. it’s... all i can think about right now.” he admits, feeling foolish for wanting to take over his father’s bad habits, one that had lead to the end of him. elliot brings his gaze up to her, his bottom lip trembling. “i didn’t know where else to go, and... i realize how fucked up this is, and how terrible i was to you but... god, fuck. what am i doing.” it’s like he figures out while he’s talking how downhill this is all going, and his hands quickly return to his pockets, and he abruptly turns to rush down the hallway away from her. 

[writingail]

🌷 (dom & day)

🌷 a time my muse said they loved yours.

For the last 23 years, Dominic lived in cities with towering sky scrapers that made you feel like you were floating in the clouds. The concept of families 50 stories high, eating breakfast and watching the game was nothing out of the ordinary and basements were considered terrifying holes in the ground. So when he moved to Peach Hollows where the tallest building sat at a whopping 15 stories, he yearned to be in the clouds and away from all his responsibilities below.

Dominic and Daysia sat on the roof of Tangerine where there was nothing but unobstructed views of the small town he now called home. They could hear the faint rumbling of scars below, but when he laid on his back, all he could see was the bright blue sky and the hot Georgia sun bearing on them. They’d been up there for hours, just laying on the blanket he’d brought, laughing and talking the day away.

“I didn’t think I’d actually like this place when I moved here,” Dom admitted, his fingers tangling with hers absentmindedly. “I had a meeting with the Dean and everything, you should’ve seen me begging to go anywhere else,” he chuckled, shaking his head at the memory.

“But you might be the only reason I stuck around and didn’t skip out half way through the semester. I love you, you know? Not just for that, but you’re my best friend,” Dominic admitted, eyes never leaving the clouds floating above them. It was easy to say it up here and away from the complexities that was their friendship with Malcolm and his countless meaningless relationships with other ladies in town. “I love you.”

[writingail]

📷 simon on cece’s insta

instagram » cecelia uploaded a new photo ♥ 477 likes

ceceliapham​: really upset that you can make staring at a leaf look like a page out of vogue. 

[writingail]

📷 daysia on dom’s insta

instagram » dominic uploaded a new photo ♥ 477 likes

dom: fun fact, i’m never getting my sweats back

[writingail]

 ✵ day & dom

Send me a ✵ + a ship and i’ll tell you who does what at christmas!

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off Dominic. He’d try and set them up for her while she’s at work, get frustrated, and she’d walk in on him tripping over wires.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? This could definitely be either of one of them.

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? Daysia, I think. Dominic would watch though but his commentary would insufferable.

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? Dominic 100%.

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping? Daysia probably. Dominic would get the wrapped at the mall because he doesn't know how to do it himself.

who insists on making snow angels? Dominic.

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? Daysia!

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? I think they’d go to a family event, or at least have a get-together with friends.

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? Dominic.

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? Daysia, shes far more considerate.

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? Daysia.

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? Dominic!

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? Dominic!

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real? Daysia.

[junegloomz]

accidental mistletoe!! (gage & allison)

-- ALLISON & GAGE :

maybe it was the free booze. that’s what she told herself. or maybe it was in the hope that she might catch a glimpse of gage. she couldn’t remember the last time they’d seen one another. weeks? maybe a month ... in all honestly, allison had been trying her best not to count the days. it only made it that much worse for her. and going to a party really wasn’t her thing these days, but even someone as cynical as her wished for a christmas miracle, as cheesy as that sounds. she’d always liked christmas, especially with the being away from school and staying in your pj’s all day. hallmark movies and her brother’s hot cocoa. but now, she was wishing she’d stayed home in her pajamas. this felt hopeless, and she was sure she LOOKED pathetic. it was as if everyone in the house could feel her nervousness, and even worse she felt like everyone could see right through her. as if they all KNEW she was only here for him. just as she was sure she was about to be sick, she ran to the nearest bathroom and locked the door. splashing water onto her face, she attempted to take some deep breaths to ground herself. she couldn’t do this again. she couldn’t take another public breakdown, and her reputation was already bad enough. with the knocks of someone wanting the restroom beginning to remind her of her surroundings, she counted to ten before finally opening the door with a loud “can you just hold your dick for TWO SECONDS?” with wide eyes, she realized the very person knocking insistently was the very person she thought she was wanting to see. the very person who now, so close and so real right before her, made her stomach turn at the mere sight. allison was speechless, the sounds of the party and the music completely drowned out by the silence between them. as if they were the only two there. as if the world had STOPPED. and before she could consider an entire earth stopping catastrophic event, she heard the voice of some drunk guy in a santa shirt screaming ‘mistletoe’ loudly at the two holding up the line. before she could respond to gage, or the plant now hanging above them obligating them to kiss, she moved aside and into the hallway, her stare focused on gage’s features. looking for a sign. anything to hold onto. 

[junegloomz]

♬ regan & nathan

♬ nathan singing to regan  

they’d be silent for a few minutes now. partly because nathan wasn’t sure what to say, and partly of the fact that he was still confused as to why regan preferred this video messaging over face to face. especially now that they’ve met. now that he knows she is in the same city. he places a hand over half his face, leaning against the computer desk while he searched for something to say. anything. he just didn’t want to make her feel crazy, or weird. he didn’t think it was weird, no … he understood what she was going through. he just wished he could do something about it. wished he could take it all away, and the only ways he knew how to help someone couldn’t be done via skype camera. his face burst into a bright smile when he heard his old school radio across his room begin to play one of his favorite songs, ain’t too proud to beg by the temptations. he ran over, turning the music up as loud as it could, and began dancing on his way back to his desk chair. he swayed from side to side, grinning from ear to ear, and then began to sing along to the song passionately. when in doubt, nathan went back to basics. he just wanted to make regan smile, at the very least. he continued to perform, putting on a mini concert for the sad eyed girl and hoped it could bring her mellow mood to something happier. he crooned along with the singer … ‘ i know you wanna leave me, but i refuse to let you go. if i have to beg, plead for your sympathy, i don’t mind cause you mean that much to me … ’

[junegloomz]

based .

she'd watched them move on as if their past meant nothing, which should have prepared her for a moment like this. seeing him again, after all this time ... it should be easy. it shouldn't hurt like this. the heartache of losing him brought back to the surface like a knife to her heart. so much had changed in elle’s life since their breakup, and yet she still couldn’t shake him from her heart. her head knew it wasn’t HEALTHY. especially with her current condition. but her heart still missed their past. what they used to be together. elle was staring, and she knew someone would notice her gaze so she tried to turn her attention to anything else. anyone else. a man approached her not long after, practically reading his resume to her ... as if to impress her or something. she didn’t much care, doing her best imitation of a good listener. that was until HE was making his way in her direction, causing elle to force her drink into the man’s hand and begin looking for an escape route. she couldn’t bare doing this now. not here. not with a crowd of people all around.