just-before-sunset

things to call people you HATE
  • easy bake oven
  • expired coupon
  • spam email
  • wet sock
  • squeaky grocery cart
  • inconvenient fire drill
  • cold bowl of soup
  • itchy sweater
  • unnecessary movie sequel
  • overdraft bank fee
  • crying baby on a plane
  • wobbly table
  • sun glare when I’m driving just before sunset and I have to put my sun visor down because I forgot my sunglasses but I’m still really uncomfortable and it’s just a big hassle all around
  • billy
The Houses as Beautiful Things

Hufflepuff: The sunrise. People smiling. Light drifting through an open window. A half-finished painting. Tulips. Flowers woven into a braid. Hugs. Dandelion seeds drifting in the wind. The world after it rains. Hope.

Gryffindor: Laughter. Friends embracing after a long time apart. A sunset just before it fades to blue. Autumn leaves. Color—each and every shade. Candid photographs. The glow of light through a foggy window. Joy.

Ravenclaw: Poetry. Bells chiming. The soft breeze of early spring. Soft piano music. Snow angels. Eyes lighting up in excitement. Seashells and chips of sea glass. A locket with pictures inside. Art.

Slytherin: Morning dew. Roses climbing up a trellis. Constellations. A dancer lost in the music. Stained glass. Tears of joy. Handwritten letters with smeared ink. Embers glowing in wake of fire. Old forests. Love.

Space Station View of the Full Moon : Expedition 48 Commander Jeff Williams of NASA took this photograph on June 21, 2016, from the International Space Station, writing, A spectacular rise of the full moon just before sunset while flying over western China.

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Confidential

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | NAMJOON VERSION

WORD COUNT: 7K

What started out as a fun and easy way to pay off your college debts eventually meant living with a man who’s name you did not speak. To others, he was Kim Namjoon — the owner of several multi-billion dollar companies with a cold personality and a yearn for perfection. To you, he was that very same man, cold and distant, except you were strictly instructed to call him one thing and one thing only.

Daddy.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!namjoon + sub!reader, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering + strong language

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

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Hogwarts House Aesthetics

Gryffindor: Chimney smoke mixing with the clouds as a storm begins to brew. A roaring fireplace on a cold January night. Inkblots on a crumpled sheet of paper. Autumn leaves dancing around each other as they fall to the ground. Plaid blankets. The song the wind sings when no one is listening. Loosely braided hair. A handful of copper coins. Skinned knees and untied shoelaces. The crease between eyebrows as lips pucker to blow out a candle. Laughter at six in the morning. Hands moving so fast that they look like fluttering birds. Broken tree branches. Songs sung off-key, out of tune, and together.

Ravenclaw: Rain pounding on the windows when everyone is asleep. A closed book on a dusty desk. Feathers. An emptied water glass, alone on the table. Wire-rimmed glasses. The leather bound cover of an overused journal. Handwriting so quick and swirled that it can hardly be counted as legible. The draft of air from an open window. Unnamed constellations. A cat with its claws stuck in the curtains. Perfectly buttoned shirts. Nights spent without sleep. A chessboard where the first player has yet to make a move. Lips pursed in thought. Bottle caps hidden in a box beneath a bed. A pen without ink. The feeling of falling asleep.

Hufflepuff: A flower unfurling its petals to greet the dawn. Freckles dotting blushing cheeks. Soup beginning to boil. Dust drifting through a lonely ray of sunlight. Tapping fingers that speed with every minute. Friends calling to each other from down the hall. Boots with broken zippers. A sunset just before it turns blue. A single bumblebee. A pair of socks with the toes worn away. The smell of something baking two rooms away. Birds singing an hour too early. The reflection of a face in a spoon. Birds flying in vee formation. Pinkies linked together. Eyes widened in realization. The call of a trumpet into an empty room. Hands stained with flour. The lingering of breath after a question. An owl carrying a letter. Papercuts. A face caught in standstill as it shifts from confusion to a smile.

Slytherin: Staying up too late and waking up too early. A river as it emerges from hibernation. Silver coins. Coats with three shiny buttons that swirl around the ankles. The moon on a cloudless night. Confessions spilled into the open air. Ivy creeping up the side of an old building. Falling into a familiar pair of arms. Blankets tangled helplessly. Bells. Footprints in freshly-fallen snow. Sentences without punctuation. A slightly breathless voice. A dream that doesn’t make sense but doesn’t seem entirely fictional. Hoarse whispers. Unused parchment. The flicker of a lightbulb on a windy day. Yawning. Overgrown grass in a forgotten field. Ears stained pink from embarrassment and cold weather. A handwritten letter sealed with wax. Boiling water. Standing off to the side and watching the world go by.


Other Aesthetics: The Marauders / Lily Evans / Jily and Wolfstar

veilsofmist  asked:

for promptis: have you heard of the Hanahaki disease? It's a fictional disease that has the potential for some GREAT angst...

Author’s Notes: I had actually only heard of it in passing, so I had to research a little for this one. I hope I didn’t do it wrong??? orz

===

Love Blooms

===

It happens the first time on the night of the summer solstice festival, their junior year in high school.

They’re sitting up on top of the parking structure five blocks down from the festival grounds, waiting for the fireworks to start. It won’t be the best view in the city, but it gets them out of the crowds packing the street down below. They’ve done the festival games and the greasy food on sticks already; Prompto’s feet are throbbing with a dull ache from wandering around all day.

It’s nice, being up here above the press of people. There are a couple of other stragglers sharing the concrete overhang with them, but not many. When Prompto turns his head the right way, it’s almost like it’s just him and Noct.

The night’s warm and balmy; the wind is ruffling Noct’s hair. Noct’s face is tipped upward, and his eyes are the same dark blue as the sky, that last gasp before evening fades out into night.

Prompto wishes he could afford that camera he’s been eying. If he had it, he’d snap a shot right now. His whole chest aches, with some indescribable need to preserve this moment.

Noct turns toward him, just a slight angling of his head, and Prompto feels his face flush, like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“What up with you?” Noct says, with that slanted smile he does so well, and Prompto’s tongue feels heavy, twisted up in knots.

Something’s tickling at the back of his throat.

“Nothing,” says Prompto. “Just want the fireworks to hurry up and start, you know?”

They do hurry up and start. They explode across the sky like someone’s lit the world on fire with magic. The thunder of them blooming covers up the sound of Prompto coughing, and he glances down into his palm, perplexed – wonders how the hell he swallowed a sylleblossom petal without knowing it.

===

Noct finally notices midway through senior year.

It’s the week before midterms, and if Prompto’s going to pass chem, he needs to cram like crazy. So Noct, eighteen now and still enamored of his brand new apartment, says, “Pack a bag and stay a couple days. We’ll buckle down and do some test prep.”

So Prompto packs a bag. His parents aren’t due back for another two weeks yet, so he doesn’t bother leaving a note.

He just slings his duffel over his shoulder and hops a train to Noct’s place. His thoughts are all over on the short ride in the posh elevator, but mostly they keep coming back around to what he’s going to do if Noct wants to share a bed.

Prompto’s figured it out by now; he’s got it bad for his best friend. Even if his waking mind was dumb as bricks, his sleeping mind would have clued him in. His dreams lately have been all Noct, all the time. He’s washed his sheets already three times this week.

That tickle is there in the back of his throat, all the way up the hall to Noct’s apartment. It’s so ever-present he hardly notices it anymore, but he can feel a thick kind of burning in his lungs, now, too. It feels like he’s just run six miles and can’t quite catch his breath.

Prompto reaches out and knocks on the door.

When Noct opens it, the warm light from the living room frames him. He’s smiling, crooked and kind of wry. Behind him, Prompto can see that there’s already snacks set out on the table, waiting for them.

It feels a little like coming home.

Prompto opens his mouth to say something, but suddenly that burning in his lungs is pressure, insistent and smothering. He tries to take a breath, but it wheezes in his throat. He coughs, and once he’s started he can’t stop.

He doubles over, there in the hallway; this time, there’s not just one or two petals. This time it’s dozens, a whole cascade of blue.

Prompto keeps going until he’s dizzy, keeps going until his lungs feel clear and he can gasp for air.

Noct loops an arm around him, holding him steady. He’s asking, voice low with concern, whether Prompto’s all right. His tone is comforting; his body heat feels like a miniature sun, pressed up against Prompto’s side.

Suddenly, Prompto can’t breathe again.

===

“No,” says Noct. “Flowers.”

His voice drifts in from the hallway, through the cracked-open door: one half of a phone call. Whatever this conversation is about, Prompto woke up in the middle of it – so now here he is, lying back in his bed, trying not eavesdrop.

“Yes, I realize how ridiculous that sounds!” Noct snaps. “I’d think it was something out of a kid’s book, if I hadn’t been watching him do it for literal months.”

There’s a pause. Then Noct’s voice comes again – softer, more strained. “I know. I’m sorry.” A pause. “He kept saying he was fine.”

It’s true. Prompto’s been trying to tell himself that for years now. It was second nature to tell Noct, too – grin and suppress the coughing, and try to ignore that his breathing’s been getting worse by the day.

“Because he passed out on the subway this afternoon,” Noct says. “Look, I just – can you come? He doesn’t have insurance, and I can’t get ahold of his parents.”

There’s silence in the hall. Then Noct says, “Thanks, Specs.”

There’s nothing else for a long time. Then, finally, the door creaks open. Noct looks tired. His eyes are red around the edges.

“Hey,” he says. “Welcome back. How are you feeling?”

“Not bad,” says Prompto, but his voice is that breathy whisper that seems to be all he has the air for, these days.

“Yeah,” says Noct. “Well. I talked to Ignis. He’s gonna try and pull some strings to get you in to see the Citadel doctor.”

Before Prompto can even open his mouth to protest, Noct’s holding up a hand. “Just – let me do this, okay? I’m worried about you.”

Noct crosses over to the bed and gives him a weary smile – sets a hand on his. Prompto’s heart kicks into overdrive, and he does his best to offer a smile in return.

“Thanks, dude,” he rasps, and Noct’s fingers squeeze, and gods. Gods, now is the worst time ever for another coughing fit – but he doubles over, hacking and choking, and Noct rubs his back until he’s done.

===

The Citadel doctor doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. Neither does the specialist they bring in from Altissia.

All they know is that there’s honest-to-gods plant matter in his lungs, and it’s screwing with their ability to actually be lungs, and that’s all stuff Prompto could have told them without the hundred and twenty-seven different tests they’ve put him through.

He got to see the x-rays, though, and those were sort of cool. Kinda pretty, like some abstract art piece.

He told his mom that, when they finally got her on the phone. He still feels bad for making her cry.

Prompto’s been sleeping a lot, lately. The cough medicine they’ve got him on is the good stuff, but even with it, he can barely hold it together. When it gets bad, he curls up on his side and presses a pillow against himself, tight as he can. Doctor’s orders, ever since he coughed so hard he cracked a rib.

The only good part of the whole thing is Noct.

They’ve moved Prompto into the Citadel for treatment, so they see each other every day, now. Noct sits by the bedside and holds his hand – rubs his thumb up and down over the knuckles. They watch dumb movies on TV, and sometimes they play video games, and when Noct gets tired of sitting in the chair, he comes and curls up on the bed, right by Prompto.

The doctor won’t give him a number, but there’s probably not much time left.

Prompto can’t think of a better way to spend it.

===

“Hey,” Prompto says, one afternoon, voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah?” says Noct.

Outside the window, the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold. Something in Prompto twists at the thought of it. He always kind of wanted to take photos of the view from Noct’s balcony, at this time of day, after he saved up for that camera he wanted.

He guesses he’s never going to get the chance, now.

“I’ve been thinking,” says Prompto, and then he trails off. He doesn’t say anything for a long time.

“Prom?” says Noct.

“I know you’re the prince,” Prompto says at last. “And you can get pretty much whatever you want.”

“What the hell?” Noct starts to say, but Prompto lifts a hand to cut him off, and he falls silent.

“It’s true, dude,” says Prompto. “Just go with it for now, okay?” He stops again. Swallows. “But if you want anything of mine, like – for anything. Just to hold onto. You can have whatever you want.”

Noct’s staring at him, eyes wide and stricken. The look on his face is all naked hurt.

“You’ve still got the spare key, right?” says Prompto. “Just let yourself in. Mom booked passage back from Accordo, but I don’t think – she might not make it in time. So when you’re ready, just, like – just go and take whatever.”

Noct’s hand is clenched around his, so hard it hurts.

Prompto means to add more, but that burning sensation is back in his lungs again. He has to give in – coughs until he’s light-headed and reeling with lack of air.

He’s aware, vaguely, that Noct’s there right beside him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers, reaching out to thread through his hair – softly, gently, the way you’d soothe a skittish puppy.

It feels nice.

Even after the ache in his lungs eases up, Noct stays there, just petting his hair.

Noct cries, but Prompto doesn’t call him out on it.

===

Noct stays the night.

He’s red-eyed and miserable, face puffy, and when Ignis comes to collect him at the end of the evening, he refuses to be moved.

The bed’s big enough for the both of them – the benefits of being holed up in the Citadel, instead of a hospital – and when the coughing wakes him, Noct’s there to rub his back while he works through it and press a cup of water into his hands when he’s done.

The coughing’s not so bad, though. He feels better than he has in a long time, that night.

In the morning, when he wakes, Noct’s arms are twined around him.

===

The new x-rays come back, and Prompto stares down at them.

He stares up at the doctor.

“What?” he says, dumbly.

“The growth receded sixty-five percent,” says the doctor. “In the past two days. We think it may be a reaction to the new medication you’re on.”

He’s aware of Noct at his side, a warm weight against him. He’s aware of Noct’s fingers twined through his own.

Prompto cries, but Noct doesn’t call him out on it.

===

Within a week, the x-rays show that his lungs are clear. Within two weeks, for the first time in years, he can take a full breath again without any pain.

He can get out of bed again and walk across a room. He goes a full 24 hours without coughing once.

When his mother makes it back from Accordo, he’s well enough to launch himself at her and cling, as hard as he can. She presses kisses into his hair, and promises that his father will be home next week, and rocks him the way she used to do when he was very small.

===

It’s afternoon, and the sun’s doing that thing it does just before sunset, when the light’s not quite orangey-gold.

Prompto’s off bed rest, finally; they’re hanging out at Noct’s place, eating popcorn and playing video games.

The scoreboard in 2 Fast 4 You is still up on the TV, showcasing how he just crashed a sleek red car into hundreds of cheering spectators, but suddenly Prompto’s attention is somewhere else. His gaze wanders from the screen to the window – to the way the light catches the dust motes in the air at just the right angle, turning them to liquid gold.

“Hey,” says Prompto. “C'mere a minute.”

He grabs Noct by the hand – drags him onto the balcony of his apartment. They take seventeen selfies, most with dumb faces, some very few actually decent. Insomnia stretches out behind them, buildings glinting glass and steel, cars no bigger than ants.

When Prompto leans over to show Noct the shots, their shoulders press together. He’s suddenly, painfully aware of how close they’re standing.

Noct’s face is bare inches from his own.

Noct’s lips are parted, just a little.

Noct leans down to kiss him, and in the instant before their lips touch, Prompto just has time to think how lucky he is.

Valentine’s Day

Originally posted by sensualkisses


A/N- So I thought I’d make a little preference type thing to to celebrate this holiday of capitalist love. Happy Valentine’s Day guys. I hope it’s filled with lots of love, but if not, I will totally be your valentine.

Scott: Scott sets up a romantic dinner for the two of you…or at least he tries. He dims the lights, lights some candles, and tries to make your favorite food, but he’s not the best cook. He ends up burning dinner, but you don’t mind, and the night ends with you ordering takeout and curling up under a blanket with each other and a plate of dumplings. 

Stiles: Stiles goes all out. He gets you one of those enormous teddy bears, fills your locker with red and pink balloons, and gives you a box full of mini Reese’s hearts. The whole thing is just a little overwhelming, and while you’re grateful, he realizes it might have been a little too much, and you both end up wrapped in each other on his couch, cuddling as the opening credits of Star Wars begin to roll across his TV.

Liam: This is Liam’s first Valentine’s Day with a girlfriend. He feels a little out of his league, but at least he knows what you like, and he has Stiles and Scott to guide him. He invites you over and has your favorite movie, candy and a fluffy stuffed animal all waiting for you. You end up throwing popcorn at each other, which turns into a full on food fight, and then a play-fight, and suddenly he’s on top of you, kissing you right there and then. 

Isaac: Isaac is a pretty simple guy, in the best way, so his plan for the night would naturally be simple too. You stop at a convenient on the edge of town for snacks, and he takes you out to Lookout Point to watch the sunset. After everything goes dark, you sit in the dark, curled up against him, and watching as the glowing lights of Beacon Hills shine before you. For something so simple and sweet, it’s probably the best Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.

Derek: He misses it. You know he’s off with Braeden, and while he’s trying to help her, you can’t help but be a little jealous. When he shows up at the door of the loft with a full bouquet of red roses as an apology the next day, you end up jumping into his arms. Not just because of the flowers, but also because he had been gone for a month, and, as you would learn later, chained up in some hunter’s basement for three days. He swears you can do something big and romantic, but you’re just happy to have him back. The two of you spend the night in the loft, catching up on everything you missed while he was gone.

Theo: He tries everything he can to win you over. After Liam brought him back, you wouldn’t say a word to him. It was understandable, considering he had lied about working with the Dread Doctors and used you to get into the pack. What he never expected was to fall in love with you, and now that he seemed to have a second chance, he knew he had to make the day special for you. He gives you roses, chocolate, and even personally delivers them to your homeroom and makes a speech. You roll your eyes, not in the mood, but at the end of the day, he catches you by yourself. Hearing him spill his guts to you almost makes you feel sorry for him-almost-and eventually you can’t listen to him begging for you back anymore. “Fine,” you say. “One date. But if you try to kill me, you’re not getting a third chance.”

Allison: You spend the night in her apartment and exchange gifts, and much to your surprise, yours is a very sharp knife. “I know you wanted to learn to protect yourself,” she tells you. “I was thinking I could start training you. Only if you want to, of course.” You grin in delight and throw your arms around her. You’ve been begging her to teach you forever, and you can’t think of any better way to spend Valentine’s Day than sparring with your girlfriend.

Lydia: You take each other shopping. You try on different outfits, dresses, and lingerie, and at the end of the day, you treat each other to your favorite picks, some of which you will definitely be using later that night. 

Malia: She takes you out for a romantic hike in the woods. You’ve always thought of hiking as sweaty and filled with bugs, but with Malia by your side, she makes it something beautiful. You find a peaceful spot in the woods and sit down to have a picnic, surprising her with both deer and pizza, a gift that causes her to break into a grin and yank your lips onto hers. You leave the preserve just before sunset, because she’s not about to keep you out there at night. She drives off with her hand in yours, watching in her rear view mirror as the sun dips below the horizon.

Kira: Kira orders a pizza, and you promise you’ll do the rest. You eat and then take her out to an abandoned parking lot at the edge of Beacon Hills, and that’s when you pull out a bag of fireworks. What the Dread Doctors did to her has left her feeling out of control, and you figure this is the perfect way to cheer her up, to show her she can use her powers for something beautiful. She lights them up herself, and the two of you watch as they go shooting off into the night sky in a shower of sparks. Kira pulls you closer, and she whispers in your ear as you watch the pyrotechnics fly. “This is what being with you feels like all the time…fireworks.” You know it’s cheesy, but you can’t help leaning forward to kiss her, because you feel the exact same way. 

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anon requested : I was wondering if maybe you could do some cute belle/esmeralda stuff? 

Looking into the mirror, Belle took a deep breath before adopting a stern gaze. “This is it. You are going to march out there and tell her how you feel!” With a sharp nod of her head, she straightened her dress and marched out, staunchly ignoring the slight tremble in her hands. She had watched the woman (Esmeralda, a voice whispered to her) dance for a couple weeks and each day had been working up the courage to introduce herself.  

Music reached her ears as she approached the square and she sighed as she tracked Esmeralda’s movements, allowing herself to imagine for a moment, that she was up there dancing too, smiling and laughing as they moved around each other. 

Belle was so caught up in her daydream that she almost failed to notice the Romani take off at a run, with shouting guard chasing after her. At first, she was unsure if she should follow them - after all, what could a tinker’s daughter do in the face of the law? But as she watched the guards gain on the dancer, Belle took a quick breath before falling to the ground with a piercing scream. 

The two men came to a sudden stop, trying to place where the cry had come from and as they turned back to see Belle splayed out on the ground, Esmeralda took advantage of their distraction and dashed into the nearest building. Having kept one eye on the woman she was trying to save, Belle gave a sigh of relief and stopped her relentless cry just as the guards approached her. 

Adopting her most innocent gaze, she thanked the guards for their worry but the spider that had crossed her path had already fled. As their expressions slowly changed from incredulity to anger, Belle did her best to assure them that, yes - it was a very large spider and that no - she wasn’t off her rocker. Beaming at them as they walked away muttering, what she was sure were insults about her intelligence, she continued her simpering routine until they turned the corner and could no longer see her mad dash to the library. 

Pushing the half-door open with her usual care, she gave a M. Robert a quiet smile before walking up behind the dark haired woman who, for all intents and purposes, looked extremely invested in the book she held. Belle paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before she reached out and tapped the woman ( Esmeralda, her mind reminded her again ) on the shoulder. 

Well, anyone would have thought Belle had poked her with a hot iron the way the Romani whirled around, a fierce look on her face. Esmeralda relaxed a little when she realised that it wasn’t the two guards who’d come up behind her, but the screaming girl from the square. The surprisingly pretty girl, a small part of her added unhelpfully. “Are you alright?”she asked gently. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” For surely pain could have been the only cause of such a piercing noise. 

A small blush rose to the bookworm’s cheeks as she tried to think of an excuse. Somehow, ‘I’ve seen you dancing in the square for the past week and you’re beautiful and I think I’m in love even though this is the first time we’ve ever spoke’ didn’t sound quite right. In the end, Belle simply shook her head and used the same excuse she’d told the guards. “There was an extremely large spider. I don’t like spiders…or guards who chase innocent people.” 

Understanding flashed across Esmeralda’s face and a small grin spread across her face. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” She closed her book with a loud snap and glanced out the window. The guards would surely have moved on to tormenting other citizens, allowing her to make her way back to her corner.  “Thank you. Not everyone is so quick to help someone like me. I promise your kindness will not be forgotten.” Moving past the brunette, Esmeralda was already trying to remember where she’d dropped her tambourine when she felt her momentum stopped by a gentle hand on her elbow. 

It was now or never. Belle swears, even up to this day, that her hand had moved without any instruction on her part - her own subconscious seeming to rebel against the fear her mind held. “Ah, I was - that is - I was hoping…” This wasn’t like the outspoken bookworm at all, she was a woman who always seemed to be able to say what was in her heart, so why was it so hard for her to even string together two sentences? 

Esmeralda, for her part, remained where she was, a patient look upon her face. While she was a bit confused by the other woman’s scattered words, Esmeralda was sure eventually they would become clearer once she overcame whatever obstacle was in her way. Besides, the brunette was especially cute when she was so flustered - Esmeralda got the feeling she didn’t fall apart like this very often.

“Will you - that is, would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight? My father is at a fair for the week and I was wondering if you enjoyed roast hen?” 

Suddenly the woman’s nervousness made sense to Esmeralda and suddenly her amusement turned to uncertainty. For a moment she faltered, eyes widened momentarily with shock until her brain gave her a sharp kick and she realised she was being ridiculous. This woman had just saved a mornings worth of earnings and that alone put Esmeralda in her debt - besides, she was intrigued by the brunette and her quiet courage. “In fact I do - as long as I don’t cook it. I’m afraid kitchens and I don’t seem to get along.” 

Belle was stunned for just a moment - had she actually just said yes? And before she could gather herself and project a relaxed front, words burst forth from her mouth with all the excitement of a young child around the holidays. “Really? I mean - great! You should come over just before sunset - my house is the one just over that hill there.” 

Bemused, Esmeralda watched the brunette start down the street at a brisk pace once her directions were uttered. It crossed her mind that she didn’t even know the other woman’s name. As if she’d heard her thoughts, the brunette woman - now several feet away - waved a hand and called out a brief and rather unorthodoxt introduction

“Oh! My name is Belle by the way.” 

A gentle smile spread across ruby lips.

“Esmeralda.”

Rocking the Suburbs with Kruti Kothari

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A good splash in the suburbs stars in our #BoomerangOfTheWeek. On a rainy day in New York City, photo editor Kruti Kothari (@o_bani_thani) ventured to New Jersey to visit with a friend over a cup of coffee. “The sun came out just before sunset and gave everything new life. All the kids were running out of their houses with a sense of freedom after a long day at home,” says Kruti. “Adulthood is so much about issues that we forget to lose ourselves in simple joy.”

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Chanyeol had stayed up all night, composing a song that he had put all of his feelings and emotions into for you. When the time came for him to finally perform the song for you, he’d be incredibly flustered and shy, his heart beating fast as he concentrated hard on not messing up his words or the chords on his guitar.

Chanyeol: “This is for you {y/n} I hope you feel the same way.”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyungsol

After receiving the worst possible advice from his fellow members, Kyungsoo decided to take matters into his own hands and put his cooking skills into action. He invited you over and cooked your favorite meal.

During the dinner, you noticed how much shyer than he was than usual.

{y/n}: “Is there something on your mind, Kyungsoo?”

Kyungsoo: Actually, there is something I need to talk to you about…”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by parkchny

Baekhyun, being one of the more outgoing and forward members of the group came out with his feelings pretty smoothly and quickly, making sure to pull on your heartstrings with that charming smiles as he did so.

Baekhyun: “So… we’ve been friends for a while right? Well, I’m thinking we should take our friendship to the next level. How about we start with a date next Saturday? I’ll pick you up at 6.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by exosback

He wouldn’t want to confess, the thought of being denied would be enough to turn his nose up at the idea. But one afternoon, the confession was almost pulled out of him on a rainy walk back to your apartment.

{y/n}: “You should have stayed at home, Sehun, you’re going to catch a cold.”

Sehun: “Do you think I want to be out here getting wet? I’m doing it because I love you, dammit.”

{y/n}: “You… what?”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by getlayd

Yixing took the more traditional way to try and win over your heart by turning up at your doorstep with a bouquet of red roses and a charming smile as he asked for your hand.

Yixing: “I know it’s short notice, but I thought we could spend the day together. I also have something I want to talk about with you.”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by naekumvjv

Minseok would drop the bomb on you on  random afternoon you’re spending out together (more than likely in a coffee shop.) He’d be sipping his coffee before looking up at you with nervous eyes and and adorable smile before admitting his feelings honestly and directly.

Minseok: “I’ve liked you since the day we first met, but only now do I feel confident telling you how I feel so… should we consider this our first date?”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by chenmorningstar98

Before going on tour would be when Chen decides to confess to you. He’d be so worried about you not feeling the same way that he would purposefully tell you before he’s about to leave in case you found it weird and needed time to think. His way of confession would make up for the time of the confession though.

He’d work on a video, filming all the members saying how much they’ll miss you while their away before presenting himself at the end, confessing fully to his inner thoughts in the hope that he can claim you as his as soon as he returns from tour.

Jongdae: “I know I was a coward, leaving it until now to confess. But it’s because you mean so much I can’t face the thought of losing you. I love you {y/n} and I hope you feel the same about me.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by laygion

Tao would more than likely, like Kyungsoo, ask the others for help and get rubbish in return. So, he’d decide on something sweet and original. He’d go into your place while you’re out and leave a trail of rose petals from the front door to the living room. In the living room at the end of the trail of petals would be a bouquet of roses and a little note that explains everything.

I’m so nervous to tell you how I feel in person, so here is the next best thing. I love you {y/n} I always have and I always will. I hope you will accept my feelings and let me take you out on a date next weekend.


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by qrishan

Suho is a sweetheart, and so will his confession. He’d decide on doing something more traditional too. He came to pick you up before driving you to a pretty beach just before sunset. When you’re finally walking through the lapping ways would he bring himself to bring up the topic.

Suho: “So {y/n}, Have you ever wondered what it would be like for us to date?”


Luhan

Originally posted by parkchny

Luhan wouldn’t take the same route of confessing as the other members. He’d think pulling something romantic would be pointless. Buying pretty flowers or staying up all night to write a song wouldn’t make you like him anymore in his eyes, so he decided it would be more practical to take the more direct option.

You and him were sitting in his apartment, his arm wrapped over your shoulder as the two of you watched his new film.

Luhan: I like you, {y/n}, I think we should date like this more often.”

You: “This is a date?”

Luhan: “Do you want it to be? Because I do…”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by zhangyixings

Jongin would use his dancing to his advantage for this one. He’d decide on buying you both tickets to a professional dance performance to watch together and wait for the perfect moment to confess.

You: “The dancing is so amazing, almost like they’re really in love. It’s a shame it’s all just an illusion.”

Kai: “If you date me I can prove that not all dance partners love is just an illusion. I can show you some of my moves, maybe some of the more sexual ones, but perhaps not on the first date.” *winks* 


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by beastdw

Kris wouldn’t be shy about his feelings, he’d come out straight forward with how he feels and as he doesn’t think that sentiments will help the value of your feelings. Like Luhan, he doesn’t think these big gestures will make much of a difference, if you like him, then you do, if you don’t, then no big romantic gesture is going to change your mind. 

Kris: “I know this is sudden, but I’ve liked you for a long time now {y/n}… So, I was wondering how you feel about going to the cinema this Friday night?”

Two Truths & a Lie | 6

A/N : Just a little fun and short thing I wrote for a post I had earlier.

Originally posted by thedolangifs

creds to thedolangifs ^


The oasis of the woods had always been a place Ethan and I found ourselves at any given time of the year. We grew up exploring everything inside, from the river that ran right through the middle, and even right down to its secret hiding spots. It was like time was altered there when we would spend hours losing ourselves within its twisting paths and shaded greenery. It was the place we first met, 10 year olds full of immaturity and energy. It was also the first place Ethan ever kissed me, short but sweet and much unlike the kisses we shared now. And when he’d dragged me there at 20 years old, I’d thought we’d grown a little too old for it; that was until we spent the day dirt biking and cliff jumping, just before the sunset and he had asked me to marry him.

It seemed that these woods would always be the place for our most intimate and special moments, so I figured now was as good a time as any. It was muggy and hot, the middle of June, and even the shade couldn’t keep my shirt from sticking to my back like a second skin. I felt so nauseous and woozy, politely declining to ride the dirt bike clutching to Ethan’s back, although he did look almost too good to say no to. He knew that, even at 22 years old, wearing a fucking snapback was an automatic turn on for me. Sometimes I think he did it just to spite me. I clutched the college lined notebook paper in my hand as I maneuvered around fallen branches and patches of poison ivy. They’d somehow rangled me into filming with them, a stupid game of two truths and a lie, not to mention I’m horrible at lying. The loser would be sleeping in the woods, so I was banking on my final round to crush them. No one would see it coming, and even I hadn’t seen it coming when I’d learned the truth. 

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The 2016 Perseid meteor shower performed well on the night of August 11/12. The sky on that memorable evening was recorded from a perch overlooking Yosemite Valley, planet Earth, in this scene composed of 25 separate images selected from an all-night set of sequential exposures. Each image contains a single meteor and was placed in alignment using the background stars. The digital manipulation accounts for the Earth’s rotation throughout the night and allows the explosion of colorful trails to be viewed in perspective toward the shower’s radiant in the constellation Perseus. The fading alpenglow gently lights the west face of El Capitan just after sunset. Just before sunrise, a faint band zodiacal light, or the false dawn, shines upward from the east, left of Half Dome at the valley’s far horizon. Car lights illuminate the valley road. Of course, the image is filled with other celestial sights from that Perseid night, including the Milky Way and the Pleiades star cluster. 

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Camp Camp: Angst

David felt like the end of this summer would never come, but it did. Despite everyone’s wishes that it hadn’t.

This would be their last summer at camp Campbell. Both counselors hid the news from the kids, not wanting to see their looks of disappointment or even sadness.

Even Max was dreading leaving, surprisingly. Going back home…to that house haunted with memories that became his nightmares.

It was a terrifying thought.

Harrison, Preston, and Nerris were the first to go.

They said their goodbyes, giving awkward hugs. No tears were shed, but it was clear that the sorrow was too apparent to bother having them.

Then Dolph, Erid, and Nurf. Space kid.

The camp seemed empty now. With no one making ridiculous magic tricks, or reciting random lines from Romeo and Juliet and the like, it seemed … quiet.

There were no words when Neil’s parents drove up an expensive looking vehicle. Only one parent exited from the passenger side.

“Neil, darling?” His mother said, “Come on in. Your father and I have a meeting to attend to, and we don’t want to be late.”

Neil looked back at Max, who couldn’t even make eye contact. Then Nikki, who had big, sad eyes.

David still had a bright smile on his face, but was the only one since Gwen was also frowning.

“See you guys, next summer, maybe…”

“Neil!”

He rushed to the car, turning his back and dragging his bag behind him as he opened the door- and entered the car.

“There will be no next year, honey.”

Max’s heart sank. He was sure the others felt the same disappointed feeling.

His mother shut the door behind him and got into her passenger seat. She took one look of disgust at her son’s fellow campers, and the car started to drive out of the camp.

Nikki was crying. She had tried chasing after Neil’s car, knowing that there would be no next year.

Gwen had to tackle her down in the dirt road to prevent her from catching up to the car.

Nikki sobbed, her face smudged with dirt. She looked up, seeing Neil’s head sticking out of the window looking out to her.

The car was soon out of sight and Nikki buried her face into Gwen’s shirt, crying more.

The female counselor picked her up in her arms, “Let’s go back and wait for your parents too, okay?”

No reply.

There were still no words. It was just before sunset when Nikki’s dinged up van pulled up.

She left kicking and screaming, her father easily picked her up. He said no words as he set her in the back seat quickly slamming the door.

When he got around to the drivers seat, Nikki was pounding on the window. “I don’t want to leave, let me stay, please!”

They drove off.

Max wasn’t surprised that his parents would probably be late picking him up. The sky was dark, and the stars were out.

David dismissed Gwen to leave as well, saying that he’d wait for Max’s parents then lock up for her.

She thanked him, giving him a warm hug that seemingly surprised David.

He hugged back, “It was nice working with you, Gwen.”

“You too, David.”

She then kneeled down in front of Max, “Try not to kill David before your parents get here, okay Max?”

“Whatever.” He simply muttered. Gwen smiled, ruffling his hair and then standing back up.

“Well, see you guys.”

“See you.”

She left.

It was officially David and Max, who have now gone inside the mess hall to keep warm from the cold night.

David honestly didn’t know what to say, since it was quite obvious that Max’s parents wouldn’t be showing up any time soon.

Max sat on one of the benches in the mess hall, his hood on his head and his eyes plastered to the wall.

“Hey…Max?”

No reply.

“Want a root beer?” He pulled out two cans from the refrigerator behind the counter.

Again, no reply.

David frowned and walked over, placing a root beer can in front of Max. He sat down beside him.

“Listen, I…”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Max—”

“I know what you’re thinking. You don’t have to say anything, either.” His blue eyes glared into David’s green ones.

“I know you care for this camp and all that jazz, but it doesn’t mean you have to care for the campers.”

“But I do—”

“But you shouldn’t.”

Silence.

David could only look away, not understanding what Max was getting at. The younger male spoke up again.

“Getting attached to people will only ruin you, idiot.”

“You’re wrong, Max.” David looked back up.

Max’s nails dug into the wood of the bench, he didn’t return the gaze.

“It’s human nature to get attached. We care for one another. Wether we like it, or not.”

“And I care for you, Max.”

Max paused. He slowly leaned into David’s shoulder.

“You too, asshole.”

Going to the Local Fair with Tom

⁃ okay so tom wasn’t exactly estatic when you pitched the idea of going to the fair
⁃ but you said in a really soft voice “please, baby” and looked at him with pleading eyes
⁃ and that wasn’t enough
⁃ but you bit your lip and he was sold lmfao
⁃ so yall went when it was just before sunset bc you both hAtE being in the sun for so long
⁃ and you were real excited ab the fair food
⁃ “babe! we need to try these deep fried oreos”
⁃ “okay, love,”
⁃ and a lot of cute selfies
⁃ someone saw yall and took a pic of yall and it was so cute bc it was a genuine candid and ugh so in love
⁃ and yall had some more gross but great fair food
⁃ and he started feeling sick but he didn’t say anything bc he knew how happy u were to be at the fair bc its been a while since you’ve been
⁃ homeboy loves you so much he hid the fact he had FOOD POISONING
⁃ “babe, are you okay? you dont look too good”
⁃ “yeah! feel a little hot s'all”
⁃ and three hours later you got tired and decided it was time to leave
⁃ aka three hours of him pretending he wasn’t in the worst pain hes ever been in
⁃ so when yall were walking back to the car you held his hand and placed your head in the crook of his neck
⁃ and HOMEBOY WAS HOT
⁃ and not in a good way
⁃ “you feel really hot, tom. are you alright?”
⁃ “i think i have food poisoning, luv(?)”
⁃ “wHy dIDNT YOU SAY ANYTHING BABE YOU HAVE AN INTERVIEW TOMORROW?!”
⁃ “you just looked so happy petting the animals and going on the ferris wheel i know how much you were looking forward to this”
⁃ and you facepalm but cant help but get butterflies and smile like an idiot bc homeboy loves you so much
⁃ and yeah he was on the toilet for three days
⁃ it was like the time he ate a rat but part two

The Camping Trip

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey! Could you do one in which reader has a nightmare and Jughead comforts the reader?

Warnings: Choking, Stabbing

Word Count: 1,634

A/N: Sorry this is a bit short! (For me, at least)

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A flash of silver, a floor stained red.

Sirens, policemen, a trial.

The ruling: self defence.

Jason’s Killer: dead.

Because of me.

The summer after Sophomore year, a few months after the trial ended and things are just starting to go back to normal, or at least the way they were before Jason Blossom was killed.

I don’t know how, but somehow I ended up being the one who figured out who killed him before anyone else did. They ended up cornering me in my house, breaking in and threatening me if I told anyone. I tried to reach for the phone, but they lunged. I grabbed a kitchen knife and swung, and I’m not sure what I hit, but it stuck.

I’ve been to counseling and I’ve had many talks with my mom about it, but it still haunts me to this day.

The person who has been there for me the most is my boyfriend of a year, Jughead, who I can tell feels guilty for what happened. He blames himself because if he hadn’t caught me up in trying to figure it out I wouldn’t have even been in danger. It’s not his fault though, I basically volunteered to join the team to search for the killer. IIt was a way to spend more time with him, since he seemed so wrapped up in all of it.

He works on finishing his novel about all of the events now, and so while he’s still been there he’s also been distant at the same time, and basically the only time spent with him seems like an interview. I know he doesn’t mean it like that, but it would be nice to hang out without a laptop and a list of questions.

About a month into summer Archie suggests that we all go on a camping trip to down south, just to get away from things for a while. Betty and Veronica say yes immediately, even offering to share a tent. I wouldn’t be surprised if they also wanted to share an air mattress. They think we’re all so oblivious to what’s been happening between them, but me and Jughead guessed it from the minute that Veronica showed up in town.

Kevin agrees, as we invited him because we didn’t want to exclude people. He hangs out with us more regularly now, so it just wouldn’t feel right if he wasn’t there.

I convince Jughead over the course of few days, saying that a change of scenery may help with his writer’s block he’s recently been struck with. I tell him that it will be good for all of us to get away for a while, get away from the words on his laptop. He reluctantly agrees.

We book a campsite, plan it all out, and even buy all of the supplies for the ‘best camping trip ever’, as Ronnie calls it. Before I know it, we’re piled in a car, driving the two hours south to the camp ground.

The drive down is a bit noisy and even verges on the side of chaotic, with everyone speaking to each other simultaneously.

I try to block out all of the noise, as there’s already enough of that in my head, and I focus on how Jughead is sitting there with a hand on my thigh the whole drive down. I can tell he feels out of place without his laptop.

We arrive just before sunset, and Archie seems to have all three tents set up in no time. It’s Ronnie and Betty in one tent, of course, Jughead and I in another, and Archie is with Kevin.

He then works on setting up a fire in the middle of all our tents, providing warmth and light, and we watch as day turns to night and all the stars appear in the sky through the treetops.

Jughead and I sit close together, his arm around me as I lean into him. Betty and Ronnie sit close enough together that their knees are touching, Kevin is roasting a marshmallow, and Archie is obliviously playing his guitar and providing mood music.

After about an hour, Kevin turns into the night, ready for a full day of hiking and being with friends tomorrow. Not soon after, Ronnie and Betty go inside their tent, and then followed by Archie, leaving Jughead and I to watch the burning embers. I rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and focusing on his breathing.

No words are spoken as my eyes close and my heart beat slows, falling asleep.

My world tumbles into darkness as I feel the wind knocked out of me. My eyes open and I’m back in my house, my throat closing around me. My back is pushed against the wall and I claw at the hand that’s there, kicking into the air to try and knock whatever is holding me off. A face appears in front of mine and my heart drops. Jason’s killer.

“You thought you got rid of me?” they ask in the dream, and evil looking smile coming over their face, their eyes flickering with the threat of death.

“Please.” I choke out, still trying to grasp and claw at their arms.

“I’ll be back for you.” they say, before releasing me.

I fall to the ground, my breathing heavy as I try to bring oxygen back into my lungs. I scramble across the floor to where I know the knifes are on the counter. I stand up and reach for them, only to find them disappear as I’m about to touch them.

An evil laugh comes from behind me as I spin around. Before I have time to react they stab me with the knife right in my stomach, right where I stabbed them.

I jolt up, soaked in sweat. I look around and try to focus on my surroundings. I feel an air mattress beneath me and realize that Jughead must have taken me into the tent after I had fallen asleep.

I try to steady my breathing, but it just becomes heavier and heavier. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and I wipe them away quickly. Soon the walls of the tent seem to close together, so I rip the zipper down and step outside to get some fresh air.

The fire has completely died down, and I wrap my arms around myself to help with the shivering, mostly likely brought on my sobs rather than the cold.

I keep telling myself to take deep breaths, but every time I do I’m taken back to the feeling of my throat closing, their hands pushing me further and further into the wall. I crouch to my knees, my sobs quieting while my breathing remains heavy.

Soon, I hear a rustle behind me and stand up, spinning quickly to see what’s there.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing up?” Jughead asks, rubbing his eyes as he steps out of our tent.

“Oh, u-uhm.” I stammer, not really sure what to respond with. I don’t think he knows about how bad my nightmares are, and I certainly don’t want him to see me in the middle of dealing with him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, clearly noticing how distressed I am. I know I can’t hide it from him for long, he knows me too well. He takes a step towards me to try and see me in a better light.

“Yeah.” I say, nodding my head, but when I see that he’s not going anywhere I begin to shake it the other way, “No.” I admit.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, finally reaching me. He gently puts an arm on my shoulder, careful not to make me too uncomfortable. At this point, though, I need him. As soon as he makes contact I pull him into a hug, holding him tightly.

“I, uh, I had a nightmare again, about- about that night.” I say into the crook of his neck, almost a whisper, my voice still trying to calm from the sobs.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” he asks, his voice quiet and soothing, a characteristic I didn’t know he had. I take comfort in it, though, breathing in everything that he is. There’s a silence before my answer. I don’t want it to come out wrong.

“All you ever want to talk about are the questions for your novel and I- I didn’t think it was important.” I admit.

“Don’t you ever think that you’re not important to me. You always come first to me, no matter what.” his voice turns stern, solid like a rock, and I believe him. His tone and his stance. He really means what he’s saying.

“They were so strong, I couldn’t breath. I was so scared.” I admit even further, not able to stop now that I’ve started.

“If they were strong, then you’re even stronger. And if anyone ever tries to lay a hand on you, I won’t let them. I won’t let anyone harm you. Ever again.” he reassures, his hand rubbing up and down my back while the other holds my head.

I break away and look at him, staring into his eyes in the dark of the night. The moon is reflected in his irises, and he’s beautiful. “I love you, Jughead.” I say, a hand going to cup his cheek. He brings me in for a kiss, a gentle one at first, right on my lips. He breaks away only for a moment, keeping our foreheads together.

“I love you too, more than anything in this world.” he whispers.

A flash of white, lips stained red.

Crickets, the night sky, a boy and a girl.

Result: Magic.

The Camping Trip: A success.

Because of him.


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A Dowitcher rests just before sunset. If anyone could give me the specific identity (short-billed or long-billed), I’d really appreciate it! This was taken on the west coast of Florida (Tampa area), just by the ocean. 

Southern Girl  - Ch. 11 {Roman Reigns x OFC}

Author’s Note: Time for Joe to meet the Mercier family!

Warnings: Definitely smut. Daddy kink. Mention of a past assault. 

Word Count: 5,330 words

Chapter 10

For reference, these are Ivy’s parents.

Chapter 11: Papa Knows Best

Feb 17
Pensacola, FL

What a view…

Joe had a smile on his face as he let his eyes drift over Ivy’s body, clad only in a tiny red swimsuit. He’d suggested relaxing by the pool on their last day together. Tomorrow morning, she was on a flight back to Chicago and he would be back on the road. Thankfully, they’d only have to be apart for a few days. Raw was in LA that week and Ivy was traveling with the Bulls to a game in the same city. It was getting harder and harder for him to be away from her. Earlier that morning, they’d stopped at his mom’s for some of her famous blueberry pancakes. He loved the fact that Ivy and his mother got along so well. Ivy had gotten a real kick out of the baby photos his mother had shown her. Patricia even gave Ivy a copy of her favorite one, a photo of Joe as a baby smiling toothlessly at the camera. He was absolutely precious. 

It was just before sunset and the falling sun cast a golden glow over his girlfriend. Her dark curls had a halo around them, giving her an angelic appearance. Angelic went out the window with that sexy red bikini she was wearing. The sight of her gorgeous dancer’s body in just a bit of red fabric had him hard enough to pound nails.

“Did you pack that swimsuit with the sole plan to drive me insane?”

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