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zhanyes · 3 years

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19 days pandemic version / living together headcannons

I just want to imagine the boys living together because let’s be honest it’s going to be so chaotic but they deserve each other’s company

P.s. I know nothing about how China dealt with the pandemic so this is purely self-indulgent

- When the lockdown happened they were all at He Tian’s for a sleepover so they were forced to stay there for a few weeks until everything settled

- Mo guanshan kicked up a fuss over it but was actually just worried about his mom being left alone at home

Mo guanshan, already taking note of what to put in the pantry: “THE FUCK YOU MEAN WE’RE STAYING HERE?! NO!”

- Zheng xi is surprisingly okay with staying at He Tian’s for the time being, Jian yi says it’s because He tian has a ps5 (He’s not wrong)

-Mo Guanshan lost all respect for Zhengxi when he said “It could be fun.”

- Both Zhengxi and Guanshan’s parents agreed that they should stay for a bit just to be safe

- Jian yi is a panic buyer and with He Tian’s money they bought enough food to feed an army

- He forgot to buy necessities and Guanshan wacked his ass

Mo guanshan looking at the 9 full plastic bags of groceries: “You’re telling me OUT OF ALL OF THIS, you didn’t buy a single toothbrush?”

Jian yi, a dumbass: “I didn’t know we were having toothbrush for dinner?”

Mo guanshan brandishing a knife out of thin air: “Come ‘ere I’ll show you what's for dinner.”

- He tian is a menace in the grocery store, he’s bought about 4 pots, 2 pans, a new dish set AND knives set, 6 new mugs of different colors (Yellow for jian yi, blue for zhengxi, red for guanshan and black for him; the other two just looked nice) and a dozen of scented candles

Zheng xi, trying to keep Guanshan from committing murder in a grocery: “Why did you do this?”

He tian: “They were in sale! Buy one-take-one!”

Mo guanshan: “WHY WOULD YOU BUY 4 POTS OF THE SAME SIZE?!”

- They make it out of the store and Guanshan vows to never let jian yi and he tian do groceries

- Guanshan mostly cooks for everyone and Zhengxi helps out but jian yi is surprisingly a decent cook???

- He needs to be supervised tho because his attention span is limited to 5 seconds and he’ll forget he was boiling water

- He tian canonically can not cook. He is BANNED from the kitchen after he put sake in a pan thinking it was water

- He tian has 2 guestrooms in his apartment but he locks the other one and assigned Zhan Zhengxi and Jian yi to the other room

- Mo guanshan forces his way into Zhanyi’s room and He tian follows. That’s how all of them ended up sleeping in a single guestroom on the floor with mattresses stacked and pushed together

- Zhengxi introduces them to anime and Jian yi’s favorite genre is surprisingly action with a lot of fighting scenes and Mo guanshan (and He tian) likes slice-of-life

- He tian and Jian yi strays away from animes and movies related to the mafia and Zhengxi and Guanshan never asks, it’s an unspoken rule that those types of stuff are banned

- They have game nights because Jian yi thinks bonding is key to make their friendship last longer (and to avoid having anyone murdered)

- Every board game turns into a disaster. There’s no exception.

The boys playing monopoly:

Jian yi: “THAT WAS MINE YOU DICK! I WAS SAVING UP MONEY TO BUY IT!”

He tian: “Have you tried not being poor? No? Well that’s too bad.”

Zhengxi, is safe in jail and has the most land: “Lmao losers.”

The boys playing uno:

Mo guanshan: “Don’t do it…”

He Tian: “I’m sorry Mo this is the only way”

Mo guanshan: “No please you can find another way…”

He tian: “Goodbye, my love *puts a plus 4 down* Uno.”

Mo guanshan: *unintelligible noises of a loser*

Playing scrabble:

Jian yi: “The fuck you mean gorjeus isn’t a word? That’s what I am.”

He tian: “You’re right, that's what you are. An absolute idiot.”

Chess:

Mo Guanshan to He tian: “You might be smart and winning but I have the power of violence and nothing is stopping me from flipping this table over.”

Word guessing game:

Jian yi: “It’s loud, annoying, depended and cries a lot.”

Zhengxi, guessing the word baby: “Is this you?”

Jian yi: “I- okay yeah that’s valid.”

- Zhengxi is very observant, he knows Jian yi well enough to know when he’s having anxieties about the pandemic, he knows when Guanshan needs some time alone, and when He tian is getting too lost in negative thoughts. He does what he can to help

- His bonding moments with Guanshan consists of listening to pop music and staying quiet

- The apartment is almost always alive and noisy, whether it’s Jian yi suggesting another game or Guanshan screaming about something, He tian takes joy in the fact that he’s with people he cares about

- He’s thankful for the noise after living in silence all alone for a long time. Jian yi knows the feeling of going home to an empty apartment and vows to visit more often with Zhengxi once this is all over (and drag Guanshan along assuming he’s not here already)

- Over time He tian smiles and laughs become a lot more genuine. Once, He tian laughed loudly at something Mo guanshan did and the only thing he can think of is, “Oh shit, happiness looks good on him.”

- Queue gay panic to Jian yi

Mo guanshan: “WHAT IS THIS?!”

Jian yi, remembering He tian doing the same thing yesterday: “Natural selection.”

- Jian yi loves all of them, really, but sometimes he feels claustrophobic from being kept inside for so long

- Zhan Zhengxi always notices, and he would sneak Jian yi up to the rooftop and they would stay there for a while so they can look at the stars, the city lights and Jian yi can breathe easier

- During those times, He tian relishes the alone time he gets with Guanshan, sometimes they talk and banter, but sometimes they just stay quiet and secretly enjoy each other’s presence (they steal glances at each other when they think the other isn’t looking)

- They grew so used to living with each other that they developed a shower schedule and Zhengxi wakes up the same time as Guanshan to help prepare breakfast

- He tian and Jian yi tends to wake up a little later and Jian yi gravitates closer for warmth so they end up cuddling until they’re forced to get up and eat

- Zhengxi takes a picture of them and sends it to their group chat

- He tian has hundreds of pictures of him and Mo, just Mo, the group, Zhengxi and Jian yi, and a lot more stolen shots that he keeps in a separate album in his phone

- He prints out his favorites, hangs them around the bedroom and frames some of them to put it in the living room. None of the other boys have the heart to take them down after seeing how happy He tian looks every time he sees the pictures

- Jian yi asks He tian to share the pictures to him too, he doesn’t print it out but he uses one of the pictures of all of them together as his lockscreen (his wallpaper is a stolen picture of him and Zhengxi He tian took when they were stargazing on the rooftop)

- When everything settles down enough for them to go home, they’re actually reluctant to go

- Still, Mo Guanshan and Zhengxi go home to their families. Jian yi stays with He tian since he knew his mom wasn’t at home anyway, at least this way they’ll both have company

- Guanshan claims (loudly) that he’s glad to get away from them but still video calls with them everyday anyway

Mo Guanshan, in the videocall for the nth time: “I’m SO GLAD. Those were the WORST weeks of my life.”

The others, hearing the same lie for the nth time: “Mhm. Whatever you say, Mo.”

- They have discord sleepovers because they all miss sleeping in the same room with each other (they never mention it but everyone knows)

- Mo Guanshan cooks meals for more than him and his mom and have it delivered to He tian’s and Zhan Zhengxi’s. When asked he claims it’s just leftovers

- Zhan Zhengxi’s body clock is fucked, he grew too used to waking up early so he just went with it and helps his mom prepare breakfast

- They all silently agree that they wouldn’t mind living with each other again in the future (again none of them ever mentions it but everyone is aware)

#19 days #19 days headcannons #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #mo guan shan #he tian #please i just love them all together #in my mind the mafia doesnt happen and they live together in highschool/college #next in line is tianshan headcannons #get ready #this got so long lol #should i make a masterlist

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shiishki · 3 years

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okay wait, i changed my mind. you should answer all of these questions as well, if that's what you want from me >:)

oof there's a lot of it, that's what i get for wanting to be ✨aesthetic✨

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

vowels (and the importance of being me) - hunny

honeypie - jawny

pretty young thing - michael jackson

mirrors - justin timberlake

sunflower - red orange county

paradise - rude-a

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

a therapist.

ok someone else.. uhh,, my grand grandma because i only have scratches of memories but i dunno if that counts since she passed away...

*rummages through ancient scripts* uhh ok someone who isn't dead.. uhm,, tommie? yeah I'd like to meet them if i could meet anyone on earth

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

ok, the closest german, english or polish book? nvm i have english

"suddenly was. So I just said thank you a few times too, and Mum" ironically this is one of the normal lines in this book

4: What do you think about most?

the fact that I'll have to do something after school. and I don't know if i want to go to college or get a job bc i have no legitimate idea on what to do with my life. it gets overwhelming, just the lack of knowledge about the actual experience.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with, tho i sleep with just shorts in summer

7: What’s your strangest talent?

not sure if it's a talent, but i can fall asleep anywhere

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

girls are pretty. boys are pretty

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

by me, yes. no one else has written a poem about me specifically. nvm, tommie wrote one and it shall rest on my wall, or desk, i need to find a place for it

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

uhh i think last month?

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

i don't think so, but i am hella afraid of the possibly gigantic, terrifying things in the ocean depths that humans haven't discovered yet

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

yep, beloved legos as a lil child

13: What’s your religion?

i can't ever remember the name, but i believe gods (from all religions) exist in some way or form. so i believe in different pantheons and etc.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

walking my doggo, skateboarding, thinking about how to make the lives of my characters worse

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind it.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

uhmm the arctic monkeys? or the strokes

17: What was the last lie you told?

i know what i want

18: Do you believe in karma?

yes, the rule of three specifically

19: What does your URL mean?

i don't know. it's something me and my sis came up with and that's just my whole identity now.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

uhh greatest weakness.. i can't finish things. strength is that I'm very stubborn so maybe I'll finish that thing out of spite

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

i grew up thinking crushes were like unicorns. my ex was odd enough to argue with that i didn't love her if i didn't have a crush on her. but I think if i had to guess.. selena gomez, especially in the role of alex russo in wizard of weverly street

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

nope

23: How do you vent your anger?

i write angry letters. sometimes they're sad letters. i write a lot of letters. except i never send them out and no one made a movie about them :}

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

jars and witchy bottles, books? scented candles

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

phone calls are stressful enough as is, i don't need you to see my reading off what i frantically wrote to not stumble over my words

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

i think so, yes, but that won't stop me from becoming better

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate flies buzzing right by my ear, love cat purring

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if I'd been born in a place where it was illegal for me (nonbinary) to live, in a time when others thought of me as a curse?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

they be chilling.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right arm, doggo, left arm, pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

fresh air and doggo, because doggo is with me and I can't live without open windows

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

i dunno tbh

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

which one is less homophobic?

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

every gender is my opposite gender. selena gomez and justin timberlake

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

to make it easier for people down the line

36: Define Art.

make thing, thing goes woo

37: Do you believe in luck?

yis

38: What’s the weather like right now?

it's nice actually, very sunny, slight breeze

39: What time is it?

12.59 am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

i don't, but i once crashed into a fire department vehicle with my bike. bike ded.

41: What was the last book you read?

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

i legit ass don't know what gasoline smells like.

43: Do you have any nicknames?

many variations of my name, aka. Luce

44: What was the last film you saw?

i think it was Robin Hood: King of Thieves, but it might have been that half of spider-man homecoming i managed to watch with my poor internet

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

oh man i dunno... it's not an injury, but i was very sickly as a lil kid and almost died :)

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

once, years ago

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

hmmm horizon zero dawn i think

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

proud pansexual ^^

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

not really, i don't think they're big enough to be actual rumors,, meh

50: Do you believe in magic?

yis

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

meh. they suck, i know they suck, that's it.

52: What is your astrological sign?

cancer ♋

53: Do you save money or spend it?

i attempt saving. attempt

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

for my own money, sweets. i bought lizards for my cats so they can brush their teeth from my dad's amazon acc

55: Love or lust?

luv

56: In a relationship?

nope, i buy my own cookies

57: How many relationships have you had?

1, kinda toxic toward the end, very stressful, don't recommend

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nu ><

59: Where were you yesterday?

on the fields walking my doggo

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yep, a pastel pink hoodie in my closet uwu

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

yis, thicc warm socks

62: What’s your favourite animal?

cats

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

cuddles and food.

64: Where is your best friend?

bold of you to assume i have a best friend.

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

tommie-hildebrandt, kageyuji, nekomas-kuroo, joyful-soul-collector

66: What is your heritage?

I'm a demon boi from Poland tho that's not a thing to be proud of, i mean, look at the economy. awful.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

sleeping, trying to sleep.

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Pinkton. or Satan.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

this is such an odd combination of words i had to look it up. yea.

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

a friend who won't laugh at me when i ask them to order smth for me because I'm too anxious to.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

excuse me? i am saving the doggo wtf. f u boss, I'm gonna sell my tragic story to the news.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) i tell my parents. b) live the hell out of them uwu c) nope uwu.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

history maker - dean fujioka :]

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

3332

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

communication, trust, some more communication.

77: How can I win your heart?

let's not pretend to be something else to please each other, and bring some bitter chocolate.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

maybe. it could. i don't have a say in it since my sanity is held by tape.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

eat the pizza. stop caring about others not liking me/parts of me. just living for myself uwu.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

uh i dunno how the american sizes work and i don't wanna look it up so, 39, 40 fits too.

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

demon boi

82: What is your favourite word?

socks.

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

the bloody organ that sits in your chest and pumps blood into your body so you don't die.

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

uhm im not sure if that counts as a saying, but fake it till you make it

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

blinding lights - the weeknd

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

oh a normal question people use for ice breaking, sea blue and pastel variations of it.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

like my wallpaper? or the actual picture that sits on my desk? or how my desk looks like atm? it's ugly, a lot of papers and pens and schoolbooks.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

donald trump. or the next asshole who'll try to take the rights of the lgbt and poc away

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

this. this is the question.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

yo there's a pizza somewhere in the refrigerator, want me to heat it up? we can have a sleep over and talk about our feelings :3

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

telekinesis! or shapeshifting! i could do such fun things with telekinesis ^^ yeah I'd totally eat some radioactive veggies

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

that time my "friends" got me into shoplifting, half-hour is more than enough to punch some sense into my brain and develop good music taste

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

can i save this one? i don't think i have an experience horrible enough to be erased haha

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

sleep as in.. uh no thank u. but I'm down for a sleep over with sam smith ^^

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

just me? what about my pets? my fam? it's lowkey illegal for me to go just anywhere without them owO

uhhmm, greece. imma become part of the greek pantheon out of pure spite. and maybe toronto canada.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

not any that i know of o.o

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

i think i may have but i honestly don't remember

98: Ever been on a plane?

nope, i dunno if i like planes, but I'd probably sleep if i were on one.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

yeet.

#that was long #probably because my stubborn ass wanted to make pretty formatting #shiishki.rambles #shiishki.interacts with tommie

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dearcaptain99 · 5 years

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To make her jealous

What happens when some guy tries to get your attention and your girlfriend Carol gets so jealous about it?

Carol Danvers/Fem! Reader

Warnings: angst, smut and explicit language.

Words: 7,806

Anyway, this took me a while to finish it. I’m sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Hope you enjoy it… and I’m sorry if it’s too long and kinda boring at the beginning. I promise things get better later.

*NOT MY GIF, CREDITS TO THE OWNER*

You had just returned from a rather heavy mission when you received a message from Carol announcing that she would finally return from her mission that caused her to be absent more than a month from the planet.

Obviously you are more than happy and excited to see her again, it is hard when she is absent for so long, you miss her too much.

Bucky, Sam and Natasha suggested going to a club in the city to celebrate Carol's return, but unfortunately before all you get the chance leave, there was a small situation that forced your friends to go to help.

"We’ll see you and Carol at the club in a couple of hours, do you think it's okay (Y/N)?" Sam asks as he adjusts the wings of his suit and you watch him sitting from the armchair of the room.

“Sure, don't worry. I'll send a message to Carol so she knows we'll be there. Meanwhile I'm going to take Wanda some things that she asked me to buy fir her” You answer him while Bucky enters the room with his uniform and his rifle ready.

“Excellent, we'll see you there then. Let’s go Sam, Natasha is already waiting for us. Take care (Y/N)” Bucky says as Sam finishes adjusting his suit.

"Of course, you also take care of yourself and stop fighting between yourselves" You say laughing while you get up from the couch and hug both of them, they just laugh too.

As soon as they leave, you go to your room to pick up the scented candles that Wanda asked for; she and Vision decided to leave the complex to an apartment to have more privacy; You don’t blame them, in the complex it is difficult to have privacy with so many people there.

Before leaving your room, you sent Carol a message to let her know about the plans, and you'll see her there in a few more hours. You know she is not very fan of new technology, but the communication device that Tony and Shuri created is very convenient to be in constant communication with her.

Carol is not very expressive with her messages but you understand that she is busy and has a hard time communicating through that medium. All you receive is an "Ok, I'll see you soon."

You park your car in front of the apartment complex where the new Wanda and Vision home is located. As soon as you get out of your car you don't notice how damaged the floor is and you slip, you have good reflexes, but you still don't avoid touching the floor with your knee a little, causing your pants to rip a little.

"Damn it!" You exclaim as you look at your damaged pants.

You enter the building and go to the floor where your friends apartment is, you knock and wait, you hear steps approaching the door but the person who opens the door is not one of your friends. It’s a guy of about 25 years with somewhat disheveled and dark hair, the both of you keep staring without saying a word until you react.

“I’m sorry, I was wrong about the apartment number, I thought my friend Wanda lived here…” You say turning to see the door number doubtfully.

“Oh, yes, she lives here… along with her boyfriend. I'm their neighbor Finn.” The guy shyly says as he scratches his head.

Surprised, you quickly turn to him, staring at him while your position becomes defensive.

"It's weird that it wasn't they who attended the door ..." ‘Why the fuck is this person inside their apartment?’

Finn seems scared of your reaction and you can see how he starts to get tense. “Easy, don't think badly… what happens is that they went out for a few days and asked me to help them take care of their dog, Red and water the plants…” He says agitated and clearly scared avoiding your gaze. ‘Does he know who I am?’

"I didn't know they would go out; they didn't say anything... I'm sorry but I need to confirm with Wanda, don't try to do anything strange" You say seriously while you take out your cell phone and look for Wanda’s phone number. Finn just nods and stays still watching you carefully.

Wanda answers the second tone, “Hello (Y/N)! How are you?” You hear Wanda say happily.

"Hi Wanda, very good and you?"

"Super! I’m out for a short trip outside the city with Vi and everything is fine here.” She happily says then her voice tone changes to a worry one; “Did something bad happen?” You relax your posture and your gaze upon hearing this, which makes Finn to calm himself too.

“It's good that you give yourself time. I'm sorry to bother you, what happens is that I brought you the scented candles that you asked me to your apartment and there is a guy who claims to be your neighbor who was responsible for taking care of Red and watering the plants.” When he hears you, Finn gets tense again and avoids your gaze.

“Ah, yeah Finn… sorry we didn't say anything before, we just planned to leave for a couple of days. We didn't think you were going to need us and I completely forgot about the candles I asked for. It’s ok (Y/N), Finn is a friend; he's a good person.” Wanda's voice is quiet and you know she wouldn’t lie to you.

“I see ... of course, don't worry. Sorry to have bothered you, have fun.”

“Thank you (Y/N) take care. See you soon. Thanks for the candles!” Wanda says excitedly again and you can't help smiling a little.

As soon as the call is disconnected you clear your throat to get Finn's attention that keeps avoiding your gaze.

“Finn, I'm sorry I doubted you. I mean, you can't blame me for thinking of the worst when a stranger opens the door of my friend’s house.” You say smiling a little to avoid frightening the poor who seem to be fainting.

"It's okay. Of course, I don't blame you... it's strange...” Finn relaxes a little. "Sorry... I didn't hear your name..." He says blushing.

"I didn't tell you," You say seriously and Finn looks all tense again. ‘Well it seems that he doesn't know after all who I am’

“Haha sorry, calm down. My name is (Y/N) and obviously I am a friend of Vi and Wanda ” You say laughing while watching the poor guy blushing even more.

“(Y/N) Of course… thank you… I heard you brought something for Wanda?” He says looking at you completely blushing ‘He looks like a little puppy… it’s funny’

“That's right, some scented candles… I have no idea why she wants them, but I owed her a favor, so I'm going to leave them at the table, okay?”

Finn nods and moves to the side to let you pass. Inside you see that everything seems to be in order, Red who looked like he was taking a nap gets up and runs towards you excited as soon as he hears you entering the room.

"Hello boy... you are huge!" You kneel and caress the cocker Spaniel who licks your face and your hands.

"Excuse me for interrupting you... but I noticed that your pants are ripped at the knee, are you injured?" You had been so interested in Red that you didn't notice when Finn entered the room. You turn to see him.

"Don’t worry, I'm fine. It was just a small slip.” You get up and go to the table to leave the candles.

Finn nods and stares at you ‘He's totally checking me out.’ You smile and see Finn blushing again.

“Well, it was a pleasure Finn. I have to go now; I’m going to see some friends in a club near here.” You approach Finn and extend your hand, he takes it quickly and gives you a slight squeeze.

“The pleasure has been mine… (Y/N). Sorry to ask, but which club will you go to?” You look curiously at Finn, he clearly seems to be interested in you.

"Oh sorry, don't take it wrong!" Finn says with a shake of his head although the expression on his face says something else, "I’m going to see some friends too, but I needed first to feed Red and water the plants." Finn says turning to see the dog that is sitting on the floor watching both of you while wagging his tail.

"Mmm, I see ..." You say, squinting. "To Trejo’s, a couple of blocks from here." Finn nods and smiles.

“Excellent, that's where I’ll see my friends too. What a coincidence!” Finn looks excited.

You stare at him for a while, analyzing him ‘Mmm maybe he can be useful…’

"That’s cool, yes... well given the circumstances, what do you think if we walk together there? I came here by car, but I'm going to leave it here. It’s a chaos to find parking outside the club.” You say smiling and looking at him.

Finn smiles. “Sure, just let me go to change my apartment. Do you think it's okay if I see you in 10 minutes in the hall?”

"Sure, I'll go to the bathroom and let my friends know that I’ll be there soon." Finn nods and leaves you alone.

You sigh and enter the bathroom, after that you go to the couch and take a seat, Red lies on your legs while you take out your phone and check your messages. You have a message from Sam about 5 minutes ago; he, Bucky and Natasha are already at the club and you have another one from Carol saying that she has just arrived on earth, she just had to report some things to Fury and she’ll meet you at Trejo’s.

You were about to write to her when you hear someone knock on the door.

"It's time to go Red, take care and be a good boy." You caress Red's ears as you get up.

When you exit the apartment Finn is already in the hallway with different clothes and neat hair. ‘Are you trying to impress me? Well yeah, this can be useful’ Finn locks the door of Wanda and Vision's apartment and you start walking towards the club together.

The short journey was actually pleasant, Finn didn’t stop talking about himself; he told you that he is an accountant and that he’s basically new in the city, he doesn't have a lot of friends but the people he is meeting at the bar are really nice.

When you reach the place, Finn holds the door for you like a gentleman, you thank him and enter the club that smells of alcohol, smoke and sweat. You scan the place looking for Carol and your friends. You spot your friends in a table on the “VIP section” but you can’t see Carol, you can’t deny that you are a little disappointed but you turn around to see Finn totally checking you out. He knows that you caught him and he tries to hide the obvious by smiling.

“Did you find your friends?” Finn asks you. And you just chuckle. ‘I’m not dumb buddy’

“Yeah, they are on the VIP Section, have you found yours?” Finn looks around but shakes his head.

“No yet. Can’t see them”

“Well, in the meantime why don’t you come and say hi to mine?” You grab his hand and drag him through the crowd to the table where your friends are.

“(Y/N)!!” Natasha calls loudly as she notices you approaching, “How are you?” She stands and hugs you while Sam and Bucky wave and say hello.

“Hey!” You smile as you release Natasha.

“OMG, you know Black Widow?!” Finn asks surprised, you kinda forgot about him for a moment. You turn to him curiously “I… well, you..., she’s very popular… I know there are more avengers but I don't’ know everyone… wait are you an avenger too?!” You laugh and the rest do the same.

“Kid, everyone here is part of the team” Bucky says nonchalantly.

“For real? All this time you were an avenger and you didn’t tell me?!” Finn is breathless and very shock.

“Hey, relax… yeah. But it’s obvious that I don’t go screaming to everyone in the street that I’m an Avenger too. Anyway, don’t sweat it. This are my friends… Natasha, Sam and Bucky. Guys, this is Finn, he’s keeping an eye on Wanda and Vi’s department while they are out. He happened to be coming along tonight so we walked here together.” Natasha and you cross gazes and she laughs a little, seems that she knows you too well.

Finn is clearly confused and star struck, he takes deep breath and shyly says hi to everyone. The rest say hi too and laughs.

“Relax kid, no one is going to bit you.” Bucky says.

“At least if you want it…” Sam says winking at him and everyone but Finn laughs. The poor guy is confused and scared. “We are just joking, don’t take anything seriously.” Sam adds still laughing.

Finn breaths and smiles lightly nodding.

“Interesting, I didn’t know that Wanda and Vi were out of town” Natasha says while observing Finn. The guy is standing very close to you and obviously drooling for you. She knows that this would not end well when Carol gets there, she gets very jealous and protective of you, of course you know about this; that’s why you let the guy come with you… to get things interesting.

“Apparently no one knew; he took me by surprise.” You say smiling to him, then turning to your friends again and taking a sit. “So, where is she?” You ask them.

Finn smiles and takes a sit next to you. Bucky turns to Natasha and she just nods. He chuckles, he can see what are you trying to do too.

“She kinda got stuck with Fury explaining some stuff about the mission. She is gonna be here a little bit later than expected.” Sam says and your face drops a little. You really miss her, you just want to hug her.

“Who?” Finn asks confused.

“Carol” You reply grinning as you mention your girlfriend’s name, you eyes shining with excitement before turning back around to your friends to ask how their mission went.

Finn is in deep thought, maybe trying to remember who ‘Carol’ is. Obviously people knows her as ‘Captain Marvel’. While you are talking to Sam and Bucky, Finn is staring at you, he even smiles. Natasha is watching him, she just chuckles; this guy seriously thinks he has a chance with you.

“Can’t see my friends yet, but would you like a drink” Finn asks you.

You are clearly busy listening to your friends that you quickly reply without turning to him; “Yeah, sure…”

Finn smiles and stands up to head to the bar when a hand wraps around his wrist.

“Don’t bother, Danvers buys her drinks” Natasha winks at him before letting go. Finn is so confused and surprise but still walks to the bar. After he leaves, a waiter appears and takes your order.

Since you are at the VIP section the service is faster and the waiter brings your drinks before Finn is back.

You are very bad at drinking, but still take some shots and drinks. You want to stop thinking that Carol is taking a lot of time getting there.

When Finn finally returns, he brings some beers and has two guys with him.

“Hey everyone, sorry I finally found my friends, this is Dallas and this is George.” You say hi to the other guys and accept a beer from Finn.

All of you continue drinking and talking. Your friends finish talking about how their mission went. And Finn’s friend started talking too about what they do. You can feel that you are already drunk... but you still continue drinking; when you were about to take a sip of your third one, Finn gets you attention.

“So, what do you do with the Avengers? I feel like an idiot for not knowing that” Finn has been drinking a lot too, but he seems to be doing better than you.

“Oh… It’s not a big deal, but I can control fire...” You say proud of your power. Finn is staring at you agape.

“What do you mean it’s not a big deal? That’s awesome, you must be really powerful. Do you have a super hero name or something?”

“Not really, sometimes my friends call me Pyro”

You are feeling you head spinning of the drunkenness and Finn realizes this, so he gets a chance to get closer to you, when he is about to grab your hand Natasha; who has been watching you in silence stands up and grabs you hand.

“Hey (Y/N) let’s go to dance?” You try to decline the offer but you need to sweat the alcohol away so you happily accept her offer standing up and apologizing to Finn, who looks pissed but tries to hide and simple smiles and gives you space to exit the booth.

At this point you don’t care about anything… it’s been at least 2 hours since you got here and Carol hasn’t arrived. You are disappointed.

“Hey, (Y/N) Look at me” Natasha grabs your head. “Don’t be sad, she’ll be here at any moment.” Of course Natasha knows how are you feeling now. She takes you to the dancing floor, she starts moving and shaking her hips and you do the same.

“I been wanting to ask you something… did you brought that guy Finn only to make Carol jealous?” Natasha asks staring straight at you and you just laugh.

“You know me so well Romanoff, what if I did?” You reply moving your hips at the rhythm of the music the better you can.

“That’s so low of you (Y/L/N). The guy is obviously head over heels for you.” Natasha is serious.

“I’m sorry… It’s not my intention to hurt him… but come on, he’s only the neighbor of Wanda, I don’t even know him and like I said, he happened to be coming along here too… it’s a win win for both. He gets to spend time with me and Carol gets jealous.” You reply moving your hips at the rhythm of the music.

“I think you should be honest with him, the poor thing is clearly expecting to have a chance with you. Anyway, why do you want Carol to be jealous? I thought you missed her?” Your head is killing you, but you try to keep the rhythm with Natasha.

“Don’t need to, I’m just being nice to him... he’s misunderstanding the situation… and when Carol gets here, he’ll know I’m with her. And only for your information, when Carol gets jealous… she fucks me better...” You laugh and Natasha rolls her eyes at you laughing too.

You both continue dancing until a guy gets closer to Natasha and asks her for a dance, she looks at you and you only nod. Natasha distances herself a little bit of you and starts dancing with the guy. You continue dancing alone.

You are in the middle of the crowded dance floor shaking and moving when you feel a hand on your back. But it’s kinda big to be Carol’s, you turn your head and see Finn smiling, you are very drunk to even say something so you just still smile to him and continue dancing away.

You love to dance, especially with Carol, because you get all hot and sweaty. You are starting to get hot only of thinking in Carol and anticipating all the hot sex that you both will have after this.

You don’t realize that your movements are starting to get boldly and Finn is getting so excited being this close to you; poor him, if he only knew.

Finn starts to dance at your side, watching you and figuring out what to do next to get your attention. Suddenly the song changes to a slower one and he slides behind you and places his hands on your waist.

You maybe be drunk you but you realize this and when you were about to turn and say something to him a hand grabs Finn’s shoulder and a cold yet feminine voice tells him, “May I cut in?” The girl shoves Finn to the side.

Finn is so shocked that this girl had the nerve to cut in when he was ‘with you’. He turns to see the long blonde locks of the girl who is now with her arms around your waist and holding your grinding hips against her own, a thigh slipped between your legs and making your hair at the side to place a kiss on your neck.

You of course, suddenly forget about Finn, because Carol is finally there. You feel the hair of your nape getting up and her heart beat pounding against your back. Carol slides her arms around your waist pulling you closer to her, you ground your hips harder as you feel Carol slipping a thigh between your legs; letting her know how much have you missed her. You feel Carol grabbing your hair and sliding it away from you neck as her hot breath hits your skin and then her hot lips touches your neck. You grab her arms around your waist and pull Carol even closer to you, you need her.

“Is this what I get for leaving the planet for a month babe? You replacing me with some loser?” Carol whispers huskily, her breath caressing your ear and causing you to shiver. You can feel Carol smirking; she loves the effect she has on you.

You are speechless, you only grunt.

“Did you miss me babe?” Carol asks as she lets one hand slip between her body and yours to squeeze your ass. You moan, your head it’s so dizzy. Everything is perfect now…

“Excuse me, but she’s with me tonight” You hear a familiar manly voice talking close to you and Carol.

Carol undoes herself from you and turns around to face the man that was trying to claim you. ‘Damn…’ You turn around too and see Finn with his chest puffed out trying to make himself appear bigger. Carol raises one eyebrow and smirks.

“Really?” Carol snarls.

“Yeah, s-she is. We-we ca-me together.” Finn stutters, this woman is familiar to him, but he can’t remember where he has seen her before. She has an air that tells that you don’t want to be her enemy.

“Babe?” Carol says and you step closer to her, you are still so drunk, but for the first time in a month you see her beautiful face and you can’t help but to lean and place a kiss on her lips.

“Hmm?” You wanted to give your girlfriend a simple and sweet kiss, but you feel Carol leaning on you too and grabs your hair pulling your lips together hard. You moan into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her neck as your lips dance together. When you broke away from each other you are breathless and Carol grabs your waist and turns around again to Finn.

“I don’t know… but she doesn’t seem to be with you dude” Carol says glaring at Finn.

“(Y/N)?” Finn looks to you very confused.

“Oh Finn, I’m really sorry for not telling you before… but this is my girlfriend Carol. I have been waiting for her all night” You say, very drunk and trying to break the tension.

Finn is speechless and you can tell he is mad.

“Finn, is it?” Carol asks as she steps closer to Finn’s personal space. Finn stands up straighter and looks straight to her eyes.“Never come any closer to my girlfriend again. You don’t want to mess with me. Do you understand?” In that moment Carol let her eyes shine scaring the hell out of Finn. “I think it’s time for you to leave” Carol says and Finn is so scared that looks that he’s going to pee himself.

He just nods and without looking at you he starts running away.

You stared into Carol’s now brown eyes again, and you can tell that you are in trouble.

“Baby, you didn’t need to scared him off like that, he probably peed himself.” You say slowly, you feel the dizziness going away a little.

“He deserved... he was trying to take away what’s mine” Carol says roughly, putting her hands on your hips and pulling your body to hers. “You are mine… and you are in trouble.” She says before claiming your lips and pushing her tongue into your mouth. Your hands roam her body until you settle them on her ass, you have missed her so much. All of her, she infiltrates in every one of your senses and makes you crazy. You move your hands up but Carol grabs them and turns you around, so you are once again back to front with each other.

“No touching… this will be you punishment.” Carol whispers on your ear. Your head falls back against her shoulder as another moan leaves your lips. You are so needy and hot. You are such a mess.

Carol is not going to let you touch her with your hands, but you still got your body. So you start to move your hips and rub them with Carol’s front, running your hands to your own body as Carol is looking at you over the shoulder and kisses your jaw and neck. You grind your ass against Carol’s center and moving sexily to show her your cleavage.

“Damn Babe…” Carol breaths hotly. She has missed you too, so much. Seems like you are forgiven, right?

You can feel Carol’s hand sliding down your body, over your breasts, your rips, down your hips and thighs.

You don’t care about the crowd around you, you are finally in your love’s arms and that’s all that mattered.

“Carol, please baby… take me home… I need you.” You breathlessly moan out, feeling like you were about to combust. You can feel Carol everywhere… but you need her naked in the privacy of your room so you could do it as many times as you want.

Carol lets you go and takes your hand, leading you to the exit. Once you are on the street Carol turns to you. “Did you bring the car?”

“I did, but I left it close, in front of Wanda’s place.” You say breathless.

“Fuck, come on… the soon we get it, the soon we get home, the soon you’ll get fucked.” Carol leads the way again and you can’t help but moan, you are so hot for her.

After 7 minutes of walking you finally reach the car and you both get in. Carol is driving. You want her so badly that you start roaming your hands on her thighs, but Carol pulls them away.

“I said no touching and I’m driving, behave yourself.” You pout, but as soon as you stop in a traffic light you attack her lips with a fierce kiss. Carol places both of her hands on your cheeks pulling you closer. You grab her hair as your tongue slides against hers, when Carol’s hand is about to get under your shirt you both heard the horn of the car behind you.

Carol curses and speeds up. She is clearly hot and wants you as much as you do.

“Carol… I need you.” You moan again.

“Soon babe… I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and my fingers…” You can see that she’s getting desperate and you can’t blame her… you are just like her, desperate for her touch.

After what seemed like an eternity, you both finally pull up outside the complex apartments. You almost fall again trying to rush to your room, Carol grabs you and basically throws you over her shoulder ‘She’s so fucking strong’ When you enter the building you try to go to the elevator, only to find out a sign that says “Out of Order” you both groan and Carol drops you down.

“Fuck it… Race ya!!!” You scream before taking off at full speed trying to get to your room on the 7th floor quicker. Carol rolls her eyes and takes off after you.

Considering that you are drunk and she is Captain Marvel she easily reaches you. You are so breathless and can’t stop giggling. Carol wraps her hand around the back of your head and slams both of you into the wall of the stairwell.

“Your ass looks good on those jeans babe” Carol states in a husky voice. You stare at her brown eyes momentarily, feeling electricity building around you. Then your lips crashes together. Carol popps the button of your jeans and slides her hand into your panties, running her fingers through your slick folds.

“You are so wet baby… all of this for me or because of that idiot back a t the club too?” Carol whispers seductively after breaking the kiss. She brings her fingers to your lips and you lick and suck your own wetness. You moan.

“All for you baby, only you. You only get me this wet… I really need you please…” You whisper biting your lips and staring into Carol’s eyes. She smirks and slips her hand back into your panties and begins circling your clit with determined strokes. Your head hits the wall behind you as you moan and groan as Carol keeps her pace and bites your pulse point soothing the mark with her tongue.

Your moans echo all the walls of the stairwell, rising in volume as you climb towards your peak. Carol’s tempo never slowing down, she rubs you merciless until your body shakes as your orgasm finally races through your body.

“OMG!! FUCK… CAROL!!!” You groan out as the high overtakes your body.

“Let’s go to the room now…” Carol commands in a very deep and husky tone that drives you wild as she removes her hand from your panties and gives you a slap on the ass.

When you reach you dorm, you both kick off your shoes and Carol removes her leather jacket. You start to walk past her into the room.

“Where are you going?” Carol questions you raising an eyebrow.

“Amm to our bed?” You are confused.

“No baby… not yet. I’m going to take you against the door… with my tongue” She grabs your hips and pushes you hard against the door.

“Oh… Carol someone might hear us if we stay this close to the door…” You heavily breath.

“Let them hear then…” Carol’s hand starts trailing up your arms, your collar bones and down your chest.

“I like this shirt, but you don’t need it now.” Carol whispers. She undoes the three first buttons and leans to kiss against the skin revealed. She continues until the shirt is fully undone and she pulls the sleeves from your arms and drops it. Carol places a hand behind you to undo your bra before pulling the straps down your arms to discard it along with your shirt.

You are watching her subtly moves, breathless and impatient. Wetness is rushing to your core and your panties are already ruined and probably your jeans too. You groan in frustration and lift your hips from the door thrusting them against Carol’s body

“Someone is eager, relax baby… I know what you want.” Carol simply says with a confident smirk on her face. ‘Fuck I hate her… and I love her’

Carol kneels, gripping your undone jeans and slowly pulling them along with your panties down your legs. She kisses your thighs before grabbing one leg and placing it over her shoulder, opening your throbbing pussy up. Carol looks at you, as she runs her tongue over her lips. You groan.

She runs her hands up each of your thighs before grabbing your hips to hold you in place as she takes her first stroke, parting your lips with her tongue. Your head once again hits the surface behind you as Carol’s tongue begins to ‘do her magic’ which consists in licking your folds and twizzling her tongue around your clit in circles.

“Argggg, baby…” You moan as Carol begins to pick up her speed, thrusting her tongue into your entrance with every lick. You can feel your knees go weak as you try to support yourself onto the walls at your side. Carol licks rapidly your cunt, thrusting her tongue in and out and faster and faster. You are gasping for air and your body jerks every time Carol’s tongue enters you. You are so close and Carol can feel it too, so she wraps her lips around your clit, gently sucking it and flicking her tongue relentlessly until you can’t hold anymore and your body shakes into another orgasm.

Carol stands up and pulls you into her arms. Your body is still shaking from the pleasure.

“Omg… baby. That was amazing…” You whisper into her neck as you let your body sink into hers.

“Don’t you dare to sleep now babe; we are not over here yet.” Carol smirks before picking you up and placing you on the big bed you both share. You lay there facing down. You are so tired that you doze off a little until you feel warm arms snake around your waist and bare breasts press up against your back. Carol has removed all of her clothes while you dozed off.

“You are really beautiful” Carol whispers against your ear,

“Not as much as you are baby…” You gently reply.

“I missed you so much.”

“Me too baby, I’m so happy you are back.”

Carol raises her body and runs her fingertips across your back, rips, ass, your pussy. Carol leans forward, moving your splayed hair over one of your shoulders so she can kiss your neck as her nipples brushes up against your back.

You arch yourself upwards to get closer to her. Carol moves her hands to grasp your breasts, kneading them while she continues to kiss your neck and jaw. She kneels at this point and pulls you with her too.

She continues to knead your breasts with one of her hands while the other moves down your body until she meets your wet slit.

“Please baby…” You whimper as you feel Carol’s fingers at your opening. Carol quickly thrust two fingers into your core and begins to thrust, using her hips to help herself to fuck you deeper and harder.

You moan and arch your back to thrust your hips backwards in time with Carol’s thrusts. You can feel the tension building again in the pit of your stomach as Carol begins to increase the speed of thrusts, curling her fingers to hit that patch of skin that drives you wild.

The sounds that can be hear in the room (And probably outside too) are heavy breathing, moans and the slapping of skin against skin as Carol continues thrusting faster and harder into you.

You pant as you are desperately trying to get your release.

“I want to hear you baby…” Carol breaths into your ear as she continues thrusting her fingers, twisting and curling into your heat.

“I’m Cumming…. fuck Carol!!” You scream as the ball of tension in your stomach explodes. Your vision goes black and you can see some sparks of light behind your eyelids as the pleasure consumes your body. You collapse.

“You were a good girl… Now let’s have some sleep.” Carol says as she lifts the covers of the bed.

“But… what about you?” You argue, you want Carol to feel as good as you are feeling now.

“Don’t worry, tomorrow… I got my dose of pleasure just by looking at you.”

“Promise?” Your eyelids are drooping shut.

“Promise. I love you (Y/N)” Carol gives you a little peck and moves the covers again to allow herself, you crawl into her arms as she holds you close.

“I love you too Carol.”

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The next morning when you wake up, Carol is not in the room. You check the time from your phone ‘9:30… it's probably in the gym’ Fuck you are hungover… you head is killing you.

Normally you would also go to train a little, but not in this state and yo feel so sore; in a good way, of course. So you brush your teeth and take a quick shower, you wear black leggings with a white top. You go directly to the kitchen to grab something to eat for breakfast.

Everything is strangely very quiet. You haven’t seen anyone in the compound. ‘That’s strange’ When you finally get to the kitchen Natasha is there sitting at the table drinking some coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Good morning." You greet as you approach to drink some water. Your throat is so dry.

“Well, hello there. Good morning (Y/N). Yesterday, the last time I saw you, Carol was dragging you by the arm to the exit, I guess things ended according to the plan, right?” Natasha says smiling and winking.

"You can say so ..." You say rolling your eyes at her but laughing a little.

“I saw how Carol put that guy in his place… what was his name? Tim?” Natasha frowns trying to remember the guy’s name.

"Finn, his name was Finn. And yes, he tried to get touchy when Carol got there and put in in place. For a moment I got scared… I really thought that she was gonna punch him.” You grab an apple and a banana and start to slice them.

“Aghh I would loved to have seen that” Natasha laughs. “By the way… where is she? I haven’t seen her.”

You add some honey to your fruit at take some orange juice from the fridge. You take a sit in front of her at the table.

"When I woke up she wasn’t there. She’s probably training, you know she's a gym rat" You say while eating a piece of apple.

"Mmm what a charmer, leaving you alone on the bed after all the sex marathon you had last night. I'm surprised she still has strength after all of that" Natasha suddenly says and you can’t help but choking with the piece of apple on your mouth. Natasha simply laughs and stares at you.

Of course you are speechless and can’t look at her.

“What? Did you think nobody heard you? I arrived after you, and the noise was so intense... I guess that's why nobody else has wake up yet. It was quite difficult to sleep with so much noise…” She smirks.

You are pretty sure that all your skin is completely red and not by your power, but because you are really ashamed. ‘I fucking told her that people will hear us!’

You can only hear Natasha laughing non stop while making fun of your appearance.

“Hey, relax. I’m not judging you. I honestly think it’s ok… that means your relationship is strong.” You lift you gaze to see Natasha winking at you while sipping her coffee.

In that moment Carol enters the kitchen with wet hair, clearly she has taken a shower too. Natasha and you turn to see her at the same time.

“Hey Carol, it’s nice to see you again after so long. Yesterday I had no chance to greet you at the club, you left quite quickly.” Natasha smirks and Carol just stares at her with a blank expression on her face.

“It’s good to see you too Tasha… and yesterday; well, you can say I had something important to take care of.” Carol simply says to Natasha and stops at your side and kisses you on the forehead. “Are you feeling ok baby? Why are you so red?” Carol asks worried as she takes a sit next to you.

Before you can answer you hear Natasha standing up, “Ohh yeah… she’s good, better than good actually. By the way, the concert of grunts and moans was awesome. Thank you. I really missed you two being together.” Natasha winks to the both of you before grabbing her cup of coffee and her paper and leaving the kitchen laughing all loud.

Carol is gazing at her then next to you, she is blushing so bad.

“I told that they were going to hear us!” You breathless say.

“Don’t blame me! I couldn't help myself… and last night you weren’t complaining.” Carol smirks and slowly kisses you.

“You are unbelievable” You say after breaking the kiss. She just laughs.

Carol leans into you and whispers on you ear “And you still owe me some orgasms.” Then she bites you ear.

You smirk and before you can say anything, you hear a grumpy Thor entering the kitchen.

“Oh no, God please not again! Girls I love you, I really do… and I’m so happy for you two. But, please not on the kitchen! I got enough last night.” Thor closes his eyes and shakes his head and you both can’t help to laugh at the God of Thunder.

“Relax big guy, we are not doing anything here...” Carol says while stealing some of the fruit on your plate.

Thor sighs relieved.

“We are doing it in our room again after breakfast” She laughs and stands up to take some fruit for herself too.

“Oh, well good to know. I’m so getting out of here after breakfast!” Thor claims laughing.

Carol sits at your side and you just look at her and smile to her, she smiles too.

“I know what you did last night…” Carol quietly says.

“What do you mean?” You curisoly ask her.

“You making me jealous, dancing with that loser.” Carol tries to appear being mad at you, but her tone says otherwise.

“Oh Finn you mean? Well it worked out isn’t?” You laugh a little.

“Totally. You are only mine (Y/N) I don’t like sharing you.” Carol takes you hand and kisses it.

“You don’t have to worry about anything baby, I’m only yours.”

“Good to know. Now finish your breakfast, because we have unfinished business to take care of…” Carol winks and starts eating her breakfast.

“Maybe I should send some candles to Finn to thank him for making you jealous…” You laugh and wink to Carol.

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friendly reminder that call me by your name is one of the worst books to ever exist

Don’t believe me? Here’s my review that I left on Goodreads in September. Have fun (or not).

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2770610798?book_show_action=false&from_review_page=1 A grand total of: 1 Star ⭐️ My Review: (Edited To Add: When I first read this book, I, at the very least, thought that the author, Andre Aciman, was part of the LGBT+ community, but... NOPE! Asshole is a fucking STRAIGHT MAN. MOTHERFUCK.) And the most disappointing read of the year goes to... Lads, I hated this book. Absolutely fucking hated it. Hated it, hated it, hated it. Words cannot describe how much I fucking regret reading this book — it just might be one of the worst books I have /ever/ read. I literally cannot deal. There were a few different reasons why I hated this book, all of which I will go into, but there was one reason why I hated it most of all, and I’ll put that reason here: Elio. I. COULD. NOT. STAND. HIM. OH MY GOD. This asshole. Full disclosure, before I go on, I am asexual as fuck. I do not feel sexual attraction, never have, probably never will. I am also sex-repulsed — However, I AM sex-positive. Normally, I do not give a single fuck what people do in their sex lives as long as everything is legal and consensual, and as long as it doesn’t involve me. However, this little asshole was a motherfucking CREEP. I get it. He’s 17. Most 17 year olds who actually do feel sexual attraction are horny as fuck, all day, every day. They probably, like, look up porn and shit — before PornHub, there was Playboy. Can’t relate, but okay. It’s whatever. BUT THAT DOES NOT EXCUSE ANY OF WHAT THIS KID DID. (Pretty big spoilers from here on out, heyo). Right, so he pretty much starts lusting after Oliver 0.2 seconds after meeting the dude. It is literally your textbook definition of instalust, and if you looked it up in the dictionary you would see Elio’s face (do we ever even learn his last name???) in the dictionary. He starts fantasizing about Oliver’s cock right off the bat. Fine. Creepy, but whatever. I thought his little comment comparing Oliver’s ass and balls to an apricot was pretty cringey (he literally went as far as to call it Oliver’s “apricock”), but I would EASILY take a million apricocks over the bullfuckery (no pun intended) that happens next. But first, before we even get into the cringey sex shit, I would like to point out that there is a point somewhere in the beginning part of this book where Elio literally wishes that, “Oliver was a cripple in a wheelchair so he couldn’t run away.” If that’s not the direct quote, it’s pretty damn close. UMMM. Nice dose of casual ableism there, but okay. Moving on. Okay, so basically the context of the relationship is that Elio is a kid from Italy, and during the summer his parents run a vacation home. They rent out some rooms in the house, including Elio’s bedroom (he temporarily moves into a smaller spare bedroom whenever this happens). Oliver is an American and he’s vacationing in Italy for like 6 weeks, so they rent out Elio’s room and he moves into the spare during this time. Fantastic. So, pretty quickly after Oliver moves in for the summer, Elio catches him wearing swim trunks. Totally normal, it’s summer, it’s hot, and Oliver is staying at a resort near the beach. He is totally justified in wearing swim trunks during this time. Except Elio takes things to a whole new damn level, and after seeing Oliver in these evidently very sexy swim trunks, he sneaks into Oliver’s room. His justification of this very brilliant decision is basically, “Well, it’s actually MY room and he’s just borrowing it so I am TOTALLY JUSTIFIED in going through his belongings.” Right. Anyway, so this kid starts snooping through Oliver’s room (I will be calling it Oliver’s room during this review since he’s renting it). He starts snooping through their guest’s clothes and shit, starts going through his closet... and, lo and behold, what is the very first thing Elio finds in said closet? The very smexy swim trunks. (They’re red, in case you wanted to know). And so. What does Elio do upon finding these sexy red swim trunks? This absolute treasure among treasures? First, he takes the swim trunks out of the closet. And then... He :) holds the swim trunks up to his face :) and INHALES the scent of the inside of the crotch area :) where Oliver’s dick goes. :) BONUS POINTS: He also narrates that he wishes! he could find! “some sort of bodily fluid or a pubic hair!” 😍 I mean, what a guy, hey? *TV Announcer Voice* BUT! THAT’S! NOT! ALL! So while Elio is in Oliver’s room, he, naturally, has to strip naked and try on Oliver’s swim trunks. Because that is very clearly the next step in creepiness after inhaling some random dude’s cock-smelling swim trunks like it’s a goddamn Yankee candle. But that’s not even the weirdest thing that happens. I can’t remember if this happened before, during, or after Elio tried on the trunks (this entire scene was a goddamn nightmare — one of many), but at some point before leaving Oliver’s room, Elio gets on the bed, finds a pillow that Oliver brought with him, and :) dry humps :) the goddamn thing. :) Literally puts it between his legs and rides it out like a goddamn pony. Why I didn’t stop reading at that point, I will never know, but sometime after all this happens, a sort-of relationship forms between Elio and Oliver (more like a summer fling). I have no idea what Italy’s age of consent laws are, so that’s really not my place to say — I don’t want to seem like I’m defending the situation, and I know that most of my rant has been about Elio, but I just... the whole situation is really hard to judge, in my opinion. Oliver’s in his early 20s so the age gap isn’t HUGE huge, but he is American while Elio is Italian, different countries with different laws, so like... that further muddies the age of consent shit. But, even if the ages WEREN’T a problem, the relationship itself is a goddamn train wreck. Overthinking it all highkey stresses me out. Instead, Imma just tell y’all about an ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING thing that happened afterwards because WHAT THE FUCK. WHY WAS THIS IN A FUCKING BOOK. OH MY GOD. (I feel like I’m radiating strong Gus from How To Be A Normal Person vibes right now and, honestly, I need my inner Gus to get me through this shit because WHAT THE FUCK). So, they hook up and have sex for the first time. Whatever. I don’t even know what the fuck happened because, honestly, the writing style was not the best (I’ll rant about that later, if I make it through this shit) and they did this thing where they called each other by each other’s names during sex (which is, I guess, where the title comes from — hardy har har). The idea is fine in retrospect, but between the name-swapping and the shitty writing style, the scene overall was very confusing to read. All I got out of it was that Elio bottomed and Oliver topped. (<—— Almost accidentally typed Gus there and, um, Gustavo Tiberius deserves better than that. I am so sorry, Gus). After they have sex, Elio starts to question whether that was a good idea, whether he was actually into Oliver like that, etc., etc.. And at some point during all of this — I don’t even know how or why this became a thing — he ends up fucking a peach. You read that right. He :) fucks :) a :) peach. :) Like, I’m talking, splits it open and just! shoves his cock right on through! He even cums in the damn thing! ... And, like, I have never seen the movie, but I looked it up, AND THAT SCENE IS IN THE GODDAMN MOVIE. LITERALLY COMES UP AS “THE PEACH SCENE.” WHY. WHY. WHY. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY. What kind of American Pie, 50 Shades bullshit did I just read AND WHY DID ABSOLUTELY NO ONE WARN ME ABOUT IT. Oh, and, uh, Oliver eats the peach. Just. Gobbles that thing up like it’s his favorite piece of goddamn candy. At that point, my soul just kinda detached itself from my body and plummeted straight into hell. I have become numb to any sort of emotion, and I am never touching a goddamn peach ever again, oh my god. So um. Yeah. Outside of the creepy sex shit and questionable age shit, the book was actually boring as fuck. I thought I would actually like the Italian setting, but nope! Outside of being traumatized, I have absolutely no recollection of what happens after Oliver and Elio go to Rome together. All I remember is that I’m pretty sure the ending was bullshit. And the writing style was Not Great either. The author tried SO HARD to be stupidly poetic and it absolutely did not work in the goddamn slightest (especially during the sex scenes, with fruit and otherwise). The paragraphs were super long and rambling, and the author went through patches of writing where he just. Straight up did not break the paragraphs at all when a conversation happened. I read whole paragraphs where I had no idea who was talking because it went back and forth so much. I have no idea if that was done as a stylistic choice, but it was bullshit and I’m judging everyone who liked it. Why??? Did this??? Goddamn book??? Become a movie??? I have never wanted to roundhouse kick a book into the goddamn ocean so badly. I regret ever buying it. I regret not stopping after the goddamn swim trunks shit. I want my money back. In conclusion, to sum up this goddam monstrosity of a book: WHY. (If you want better LGBT+ books, please consider reading How To Be A Normal Person by T.J. Klune, A Light Amongst Shadows by Kelley York & Rowan Altwood, or A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice & Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, just to name a few. They are all SO much better than this goddamn... experience... and do not include questionable age laws. And also, the first two titles are written by indie authors who are part of the LGBT+ community!)

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All I want for Dawning is you

pairing: Cayde-6 (Destiny) x female reader rating: explicit warnings: Cayde baking cookies, probably sex in the snow... who knows ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) find out under the [read more] I guess. n/a: sorry robofuckers, this was queued for last week while I was on hiatus, but it got flagged because of the gif and disappeared out of my queue smh. take this as late Caydemas present and Destcember entry. hope you like it anyway. — Cayde hates The Dawning and you’re trying to get him into the mood with cookies, ramen and a snowball fight at the Cosmodrome...

First snowflakes cover The Last City in a white and soft blanket. The seductive smell of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies is lingering in the cold air, while guardians celebrate The Dawning with silly dances, petting holographic chickens and giving each other presents. It seems like a perfect Dawning, but one important thing is missing. Actually someone very important is missing. Cayde. His back is turned towards me and he's leaning over some maps scattered all over his workdesk. The cold wind howling through the Hangar makes his familiar and battered hunter cloak float slightly. Perfect opportunity to attempt a cuddle stealth attack and throw my arms around the exo from behind. „Happy Dawning, Caydie.” I hear a deep chuckle roar through his torso, as he almost instantly turns around, making me think he had been waiting for me especially. I'm engulfed in a pair of strong arms and the familiar scent of old leather and gunpowder lingering on his armor after countless battles. His smell is hard to describe, but still I can't resist taking a deep breath of him in. It's truly infatuating. He holds me tight for a moment, before letting go and stepping back to have a look at me. „Hey beautiful.”, he greets me softly, his aqua blue optics looking me up and down. Of course I didn't dress up warmly because of the heavy snowstorm going on outside. No. I'm wearing nothing but boots and a sexy Santa dress including hat. Just for him. For Cayde. I'm his present and it's so worth humiliating myself in public, or getting a pneumonia. Another chuckle escapes Cayde's throat, the orange lights in the back of his throat are flickering. „You look... ridiculous.”, he scoffs, pinching the fuzzy bobble of my Santa hat with his finger, but I know damn well that it's his loving way of showing affection. Still I play along and push him away from me, lift my dress up slightly and turn around slowly. „Your eyes say something different, my vanguard...”, I whisper seductively, looking over my shoulder and winking at him as he surveys me. His eyebrow plates shift, giving him a amused look, before he grabs a fistful of my dress and pulls me back to his body. Somehow possessive, but I'm not gonna complain about it.„I mean it. Ridiculous.”, he repeats in a mocked tone, smiling broadly at me now. I feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze undressing me, but damn, I loved it when this exo was sassy. „But, but... I wear this for you...”, I whimper, turning away from him, starting to act out the most dramatic fake crying in the history of fake cries. „You hate it. I wanted to look pretty for our date.”, I sob, pretending to rub my eyes. „No, no, no... sweetie. You look stunning. I just hate Chr-”, I hear him awkwardly stutter behind my back, but I quickly turn around and laugh at his dumb but overall adorable helpless face. „Ha! Got you! Awww, you should see your stupid face!” I press a sweet kiss on his cold metal chin and take his hand in mine. ”Now come on, we're late for The Dawning market at the Bazaar, Grumpy.”, I sąy and pull him with me out of his beloved Hangar. Cayde follows me more or less unwillingly and sighs, squeezing my hand. „I swear, if I hear Last Christmas one more time I'm gonna blow something up.”, he mutters under his breath and I can't help but smirk at him. „Can't lie, I would love to see that.” He chuckles, the orange lights behind his mouth-plates outlining a smirk back at me. „A girl after my own heart.”, he praises, taking off his cloak and gently putting it around my bare back and shoulders. “You must be freezing. Worst case scenario, you'll get a cold. But maybe you'll only get a pneumonia.”, he jokes. “I think I see the benefits of being an exo, Cayde.” The awkwardness between us diminished slightly on the way to the Bazaar. I had known this man ever since he came to The Last City, seen him almost everyday when he wasn't on missions or busy with his vanguard duties - spending our free time together, going to the ramen shop, playing cards or just talking about whatever was going on in our heads. But now, his cloak was around my shoulders and we’re holding hands. We're having a date. A real date. This was different and he seems like a virtual stranger, but yet of course I still trust him. Just one look into his warm and glowing aqua blue optics is enough to push away my indecision completely. We reach the Bazaar and I'm pleasantly surprised. Snowflakes are dancing in the cold air and everything was beautifully decorated with lanterns and candles, giving the place a warm and cozy touch. I'm probably standing too long and awkwardly around just staring, because Cayde waves his hand in front of my face with a chuckle. “Still with me? Ramen time?”, he asks, already pulling me towards the ramen shop, but I hold him back. “Yes, get us a nice place to sit, I just need to get something real quick.”, I explain, giving him a little kiss on his cold metal chin and hurrying over to aunt Eva Levante. She was surrounded by dozens of guardians, buying last minute cookie ingredients and recipes, like their many and endless lives depended on it. I awkwardly shove my small body through all kinds of strong hunters, titans and warlocks to my aunt and greet the old lady with a quick kiss on the cheek, before grabbing a heart shaped box laying around next to the beautiful big blue handmade oven. Aunt Eva helped me baking these cookies for Cayde last night, since I'm the worst cook and baker in the whole wide universe, but thanks to her they actually turned out delicious, even though some of the ingredients we used sound gross as hell. I mean, Vex milk? Cabail oil? Taken butter? Ew. I don't mean to overreact, but if Cayde didn't like these cookies, I would never bake again. This really means much to me. He means much to me. Damn, I was really head over heels in love with this exo... I give auntie Eva another quick goodbye kiss, squeeze myself back through the mob of guardians and take a deep breath before walking over to the ramen shop where Cayde is waiting for me, or most likely causing trouble again. I was just gone for like one minute? “Come on, my man! I'm having a date with a beautiful girl for the first time in 100 years. I'll give you glimmer or one of my stashes if you give us your seat, come on!”, he's bothering a old man just trying to enjoy his ramen. “Caaayde.”, I hiss, pulling him away and giving him a forced sweet smile. “What are you doing? Why are you blackmailing this poor old man?”, I ask confused, before slapping his chest armor. “There's only one stool left and I was asking very politely if he could give it to us.”, he responds innocently, giving me his puppy eyes. It never fails me how expressive exos could look if they wanted to, especially this adorable fool. I shake my head and sigh, slapping his chest again. “Just let me sit on your lap, drama queen.”, I suggest. Cayde hops on the free stool and makes himself comfortable, spreading his legs wide, before patting his thigh, inviting me to take a seat. “Please make yourself comfortable. Best seat in the universe, I swear.”, he says, winking at me. What a sight he is. I hesitate for a second, asking myself what I've gotten myself into, but I can't resist and sink down on his thigh. Cayde's gloved hands grip my hips, pulling me halfway into his lap. Oh my, I was in his lap. Suggesting this solution was probably the best idea I've ever had. “Comfy huh? Amazing.”, he purrs into my ear. A shiver goes down my spine and my heart is hammering so hard, I'm afraid he could hear of feel it. Like it wasn't enough that the wink he'd given me just seconds ago already left me mildly out of my breath. How am I supposed to play it cool? Our date didn't even start yet and he was too overwhelming. “Cayde.” I take another deep breath and pull out the heart shaped box I've successfully managed to hide behind my back. “I made you something.” Cayde's optics dip to the little box in my hands and his eyebrow plates shift in surprise. “You made me something?”, he asks in disbelief, gently taking the box out of my hands, curiously studying his gift before opening it. A smile forms his mouth plates when my cookies are revealed in all it's beauty. “All this for me? No one ever made me something... Thank you, beautiful.” Cayde slightly leans over to me and softly pokes his cold lips on my cheek. “You're welcome. I hope I won't poison you.”, I give back with a smile, causing him to chuckle. “I've had worse deaths. It's more likely that I'm gonna poison you, cause...”, he pulls out a little bag out of his pants and hands it to me. “I've made you something too.”, he adds, and I could swear that he bows his head in shame a little. “What have you done now, silly?”, I ask amused, opening the little red paper bag and what I see makes my heart jump in excitement. To my amazement, he baked for me too! Cayde-6, yes, Cayde, the vanguard baked something for me! My eyes wander between his ashamed face and his cookies and when I take a closer look, these were totally burnt black and badly covered up in frosting and scrawly drawn smilies and hearts. I can't help myself and burst into laughter, throwing my arms around his neck. “You're so cute.”, I giggle, pressing my lips on his cold cheekbone, before I dug my face into his neck, breathing in the fierce leather of his armor. We feed each other with our presents and I'm having a hard time to not burst into laughter again. Cayde's baking attempts taste like nothing but pure soot covered in sugar and are so hard that I'm afraid that I'm gonna break my teeth or my jaw. Still I pretend that his cookies are the best thing I've ever eaten, because it's the cutest and nicest thing someone has ever done for me and I didn't want to hurt his feelings somehow. Gratefully we accept our bowl ramen and I'm really relieved that I don't have to continue to eat Cayde's burnt cookies, as mean as it sounds. We always shared a bowl together, it was one of our rituals by now, since I couldn't finish a whole potion on my own. It was nice. I curl my cold hands around the steaming hot bowl and take one slow sip of the stock with a sigh. It was spicy and mild, just the way I liked it. I smile in pleasure as the warm liquid starts to thaw me from the inside. It was still cold out here, although I was wearing Cayde's cloak and sitting on his lap. “You still like your ramen that way?”, he asks, twirling the noodles around his chopsticks. “It's lovely, Cayde...” I lean back and start to relax a little, while we continue feeding each other ramen and a sense of the familiar starts to come over me, warming me even more. He's oddly silent and I decide to prod a little. “So... No offence but I can't imagine you made the cookies yourself?”, I ask with a little grin, gesturing to his beautiful burnt cookies laying in my lap. Cayde looks away from me for a moment and scratches his head. “I … um... had help.”, he confesses slowly, probably thankful that exos couldn't blush. “Zavala and Ikora.”, he adds and I can't help but laugh at his obvious embarrassment that the other vanguards helped him with the cookies. I admit, it probably wasn't the manliest thing to do, but it was quite endearing that he did this only for me. I giggle and edge closer to him, cup his chin in my hand and wipe away the grease of the ramen running down his mouth. His optics take a little and quick peek at my décolleté and that's enough to make me blush. Cayde's thumb gently tucks hair out of my face, behind my ear. The used and raw leather of his glove makes me gasp softly, as his thumb slips to my lips and he slowly leans in to me. His bright optics turn to dim slits and I can feel his hot breath tickling my lips, but somehow I panic when his face is close enough that his horn pokes my forehead - and so I panic. I press a quick kiss on his horn and pull down the hoodie over his face, before I jump off his lap. “Let's go play in the snow!”, I suggest, trying to change the awkward mood slightly. Cayde pulls back his hoodie and empties the bowl of ramen with a loud burp. What a man. “I know a nice place where we can play.”, he gives back, with a twinkle in his optics.

*** “Just like old times, huh?”, Cayde asks as we jump out of his ship right into the thick snow. “The Cosmodrome!”, I gasp in surprise and my eyes wander over the abandoned winter wonderland. The cold here literally takes my breath away. It had been so warm inside Cayde's ship, that I've totally forgotten about the weather outside and the fact that snow was actually cold, especially when you're just wearing a dress and boots. I guess this is what I get for dressing up sexy for Cayde and rejecting his attempts to kiss me. Good one, Karma. “Our own playground.”, he comments, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on top of my head as we take in the view with mixed feelings. It's not our first visit, we've actually been here a few times before. I knew that he woke up here as guardian and many people died here in The Golden Age. All the rusty and left cars never fail to give me chills. The Cosmodrome was truly tragic. And beautiful. Tragically beautiful. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”, Cayde asks after a while, his voice sounds somehow concerned and his arms pull me in closer to his body. I turn around to face him and he looks down on me. I can feel his breath on my face, the heat of his body pressed on mine. I notice that I'm able to kiss him when I would be standing on my toes, but I'm too nervous. Cayde is my best friend, my crush. But still he somehow manages to make me feel so small and intimidated in the blink of an eye. An image of his warm hands wandering under my dress flashes my mind and I shiver, both with the cold and a little with anticipation, wondering what had gotten into me. I literally shake of the thought and smile at him. “I'm just freezing. Let's warm up. Snowball fight?” His optics move rapidly over my face and he takes a confident pose, crossing his arms. “You know I'm gonna kick your butt, right?”, he gives back, one of his optics winking at me. In my defense, I pull out my tongue at him in return. “Challenge accepted, old man.” I hear the sounds of Cayde's boots crunching in the snow and he tentatively takes my hand in his. I look up into his bright blue optics and he doesn't hesitate to pull me closer toward the Cosmodrome. Holding his hand seems like the most natural thing in the world, but this time it feels electric. Exciting. My hand feels so small in his big gloved hand. So small, but lost and found. Another imagine of those big gloved hands exploring every inch of my body flashes my mind. His strong arms holding his weight above me follows and I quickly push it away. Somehow shocked by the raw animal lust that seems to take over my sanity and reason. We walk past the rusty cars and I don't even notice how I squeeze his hand until he squeezes back softly. Suddenly I nearly slip and fall when I step on a piece of ice and cling to his hand. Cayde quickly grabs my waist until I regain my balance and watches me with amusement, as I squeal and struggle for his grip on the slippery ice. Gratefully I mouth a “thanks”, trying my best to keep walking without further incidents, when he all of a sudden let's go of my hand and runs away from me. “I'm gonna own you!”, he calls, turning to a car and grabbing a fistful of snow from the covered surface. I narrow my eyes and pull my tongue at him, quickly running away in the different direction where the snow was thicker and more cars afforded me cover and good places to hide. Failing to concentrate on my strategy to actually own him, I can't help but laugh at the tension between us. It's just the two of us. Cayde and me. All alone at the Cosmodrome. A snowball whizzed by my head, luckily missing me. It's followed by a shout of triumph from Cayde. Seems like he didn't mean to treat me like a queen anymore, so fine with me! I start to run into another direction, bend down to collect snow, trying to make it as difficult as possible for him to hit me. While running I scoop up some snow and throw it in his direction. Hit or miss. I laugh out loud, ducking for cover behind a car as he throws another quick snowball at me. His aim was terribly good, after all he was a hunter, but it harmlessly lands in the snow beside me. I take the chance and bend again, scoop up a handful of snow and shape it into a tight ball, before taking careful aim and throwing it full force at his chest. He's a distance away from me, but my snowball hits his body, exploding in a puff of snowflakes and leaving a white mark on his armor. Cayde narrows his optics at me and throws another snowball back. I quickly hide behind a tree, somehow avoiding most of it, but screaming with delight at our little war here. I'm already out of breath, not only from the cold, but also from running and screaming my lungs out. Chucking another snowball at him, Cayde is starting to run full tilt at me with a new snowball in his hand, shrugging off my pathetic attempt like it's nothing. Squealing I run away from him as quickly as my feet carry me over the snow, but his snowball hits me at the back of my neck though, making me shiver and squeal even more. I feel a frisson of excitement as I run, like I'm being pursued and I'm his prey. I duck behind a car to recover, bending over, hands on my knees to catch my breath for a second. I'm breathing really heavily by now and have snow halfway up my dress, feeling the melting cold dripping down my back. The sound of Cayde's boots crunching in the snow brings me back to reality and I, slightly recovered, pick up a handful of snow and warily glance around the car. Suddenly something hits my face hard and cold. My vision is getting blurry into a white stain. “Ouch! Cayde, you hit me!” “I hit you in a friendly way!” “In the face?” I wipe away the snow out of my eyes to try and see how close he was to me, when he straight ahead tackles me deep into the soft, powdery snow, safely catching our bodies. Cayde piles his full weight on me and a startled woah escapes his mouth. He's lying on top of me, his kneepads are pressed between my legs and his horn is gently poking my forehead. I expect him to get off me any second, but to my surprise, he doesn't move at all. His bright blue optics are looking deeply into my eyes, as his rapid breath is misting in the cold December air. Suddenly, I don't see the carefree manchild I used to hang out with before. This Cayde was a grown and strong man who had pinned me down in the snow. I was already out of breath but the nearness of him took the rest of it away. “You won, Cayde. Get off me.”, I surrender so half-heartedly that it makes him chuckle. “No. I'm not done with you yet, babe.”, he whispers and carefully leans down, gently covering my mouth with his own. His metallic lip-plates are as cold as ice, but as our heartbeats speed up, our lips start to thaw slightly. We deepen the kiss and my tongue explores the insides of his mouth, all hot and hard. Sadly my tongue can't find another tongue in his mouth to dance with, but it gladly continues exploring. I moan as we kiss, clasping his neck and pushing myself closer to him, so desperate to be nearer to his skin. My entire body is pulsing with my heartbeat and I can feel him pressing into me, arousing me even more. I moan his name and let him know that I want him as well. Cayde shifts up onto his elbows, letting some of the stored warm air between us escape into the cold air. There's an electric sensation as his gloved hand brushes the inside of my thighs. I can't help but gasp and arch my back when his hand wanders up to my panties. There's a steely glint in his optics as he smiles down to me and it once again never fails to amaze me how expressive exos could look. This was a different side of Cayde-6 that I've never seen before and it excites me... I need more of him. I want more of him. A sudden coldness strucks my thighs, when his gloved hands pull up my skirt over my hips very slightly. His optics seem to scan every inch of my exposed skin and save it as jpeg, before he unzips his pants. The sound of his zipper, a sound I've heard many times before in my life, startles me again and I push myself up onto my elbows. He quickly kisses me and his optics glow somehow earnestly at me. “Trust me. I got you.”, he whispers softly and continues to kiss me as he pushes me slowly back down into the snow. His hand slips back between our bodies again. I feel my panties being pushed aside and replaced with something hard and warm as he thrusts down into me with no forewarning. A jolt of electricity flows through me as I realize that Cayde actually intends to take me, right here, right now, at the Cosmodrome. “Cayde... fuck!”, I blurt out amazed and overwhelmed at the same time, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. I can feel him sinking deeper into me with a grunt. “Yeah, fuck. That's exactly what we're going to do right now...Fuck.”, he groans back, burying his cold faceplate in the bend of my neck. I shiver at the sensation, as he thrusts up in me for the second time. My muscles stretch around him and I can feel every inch of his smooth and warm hardness as he moves inside of me. The snow allows no sound of anything else but my gasps, his moans and the rustle of my dress and his armor rubbing together. I move against him and clench my thighs around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper. It was a little tricky with the tiny gap in clothing that we allowed, but I can hear his breath accelerate as I pull him further into me. We start to move in a faster rhythm, every push in a soft grunt from him and every pull out a small moan from me. Cayde fits me so well, so perfectly, it's like our two bodies seem to melt together into one. I can feel every hair on my body stiffening and standing up as he moves in and out of me, causing an electric sensation over my entire body as his worn and dirty armor rubs against my new dress and lacey panties. Cayde's grunting by now, moving his hot lip-plates over mine and breathing into my mouth. His optics are shut and his body is visibly jerking and shaking a little, like he was trying to hold himself back. I grab his hoodie and pull him close to my face. “You feel so good, Cayde... Don't hold yourself back anymore. Let go.”, I whisper in his ear, before pressing a kiss on his horn. Cayde obeys and increases his speed and the strength of his thrusts. My muscles start to tremble, a light vibration from within that I've never felt with a man inside me before. Not that I had much experience, especially not with exos, but it didn't happen to me often that I ended up with my crush in the middle of nowhere in the snow where he fucked my brains out. After all it was someone special. It was Cayde. My Cayde. Not quite sure what's happening to me, but aware that pleasure and release must lie at the other end of it, I start to twist and struggle beneath his body pinning me down. “Caydie... I... just keep moving. Don't stop.”, I encourage the handsome robot, even though my brain can’t form a proper sentence anymore. Only a series of moans escape my mouth and I use my fingers to dig deeper into his shoulder and arms. My sharp nails leave half moons in the dark leather of his armor and Cayde speeds up, frenziedly like an animal. A surge of heat and inevitable slowness overcomes me and I lose my breath, as pure pleasure hits me like a wave and all of my muscles clench around Cayde. I can't tell if I make any sort of noise at all, or if I was hearable across the whole Cosmodrome. All I can concentrate on is Cayde inside and on top of me. Filling and surrounding me. My orgasm probably pushes him over the edge as well, because he suddenly comes too. His metallic features contorts and he growls loudly, as his body is getting stiff. He doesn’t give up yet and keeps thrusting into me a couple more times, before he empties himself inside me and collapses on top of me, still careful that his horn doesn't hit my face or head. Our heavy panting unites. “I hate to say this but... this Dawning is not so bad....”, he confesses with a tired smirk forming his lip-plates. I want more of Cayde. Want to rip off his armor, stroke my hands up and down his constructed body, dig my nails into his shoulders, scratch over the surface of his back and leave silver lines in the metallic blue paintwork, but mostly... I wanted to do that to him inside at home.

#cayde 6 #cayde-6 #cayde 6 x reader #destiny #destcember #destcember2018 #my writing #Merry Caydemas present 2 #y'all better love this or I'm gonna hunt you down like Liam Neeson in Taken #this took me many many many sleepless nights *insane laughter*

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whoacanada · 5 years

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Zimbits fic - ‘I know you are, but what am I?’

Magic AU, inspired by ‘The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina’

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: After the Falconers take the Stanley Cup, Eric begins to notice his life changing in unwelcome ways. Good thing he has a loving partner who would never hide anything from him.

Right?

Notes: Witchcraft. Nothing too intense, if you’ve seen the netflix show, that’s worse than this.

Crossposted to Ao3

“MooMaw? This is Jack, he’s a friend from college.”

Bitty's grandmother bypasses Jack’s outstretched hand and slaps her hands firmly on Jack’s cheeks, pulling him down to stare him in the eye. She’s small enough Jack has to bend at the waist, but she seems to appreciate his cooperation, even as the rest of the family begin stammering apologies.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Jack says, words muffled by the hands squishing his face. She narrows her eyes at him and looks past a horrified Suzanne to Bitty, who is probably bright red with embarrassment. Rightly so.

“You didn’t tell me he’d been touched, Dicky.”

At the time, Bitty had been so horrified he hadn't quite caught the intent of what his grandmother had said.

“I’m sure the boys are tired, mother,” Suzanne interjects with a forced smile nudging them both toward the stairs. “Dicky, you want to show Jack where he’ll be sleeping?”

In retrospect, Bitty should have seen the signs for what they were.

In the months following the Falconers’ title, and Bitty’s own glorious rise into the court of public opinion thanks to his lack of foresight, life had been good. Then, suddenly, almost overnight, it wasn’t.

Between classes in Samwell and and nights with Jack in Providence, Bitty tries to sleep. When he manages to, he dreams. If they can be called ‘dreams’. Terrible nightmares and beautiful visions come in equal measure. Every night, every nap, he’s given another piece of a puzzle he can’t hope to comprehend. He wakes up more exhausted than when he laid down and most mornings he’ll wake up and stare out the window to watch the sun rise. It’s as much as he can manage — to let nature handle whatever is happening within him.

Eventually, Bitty can’t sleep at all. By the seventh night, unable to vlog, and eating ice cream straight from the carton in an effort to stay awake, Bitty gives up.

Jack's season is over so Bitty has no guilt about kicking his boyfriend awake.

"Hnn?" Jack rolls over and looks at Bitty blearily. "Whatzit? Bits?"

"I can't sleep."

Jack drifts back under almost immediately and Bitty resists the urge to drag him off the bed in retaliation. At least for the time being, he's in this alone.

The extra linens are in the hall closet — Bitty doesn't bother with stealing blankets from beneath Jack's sprawled body, star-fished across the entire bed like he's half-Kudzu.

"Rude," Bitty whispers, tickling behind Jack's knee to make him twitch so Bitty can snatch Señor Bun from where he's being crushed beneath Jack's thigh. He throws on Netflix in the living room, wraps up in a heavy quilt, and spends the rest of the morning regretting his life decisions.

When Jack finally emerges from the bedroom at 6am, Bitty greets him with an exhausted, guilt-inducing, "I can't live like this." Jack, bless him, takes the hint and immediately starts on making breakfast; a real one with omelets and bacon and a noticeable lack of protein powder.

"You should call in," Jack insists when Bitty can barely keep his eyes open long enough to feed himself. "You're exhausted."

"Something's wrong. With me. With the bed. Something. I can't work if I can't sleep. Can't do anything if I can't sleep."

Bitty startles when a fork appears in front of him: a neat, steaming square of egg held patiently by his partner. He doesn’t remember seeing Jack actually cooking, only prepping.

"You nodded off," Jack says, answering a question Bitty hasn’t asked, and he almost misses the look of knowing concern that flits over Jack's features. Empathy at best, sympathy at worst. "Open up. You need to eat something."

"You don't have to feed me," Bitty protests, even as he opens his mouth.

"Started after the Cup? Just insomnia?" Jack continues, cutting another piece of the omelette before feeding it to Bitty.

"Nightmares. Mostly. Then insomnia."

"Hmm."

"What, you think you know what it is?"

"I have an idea," Jack hands back the fork and scoots back from the table, running a hand along Bitty's back as he heads back to the kitchen. “You’ve been under a lot of stress.”

"Hon?"

Jack is quiet long enough Bitty thinks he may have left the room. Instead, when he looks up, he finds Jack intently tapping on his phone.

"You should call in today," Jack repeats, this time as an order, not looking up from the device. "My parents are still in town and Maman has been bugging me about spending quality time with you. Use that spa package the Falcs gave us. Go spend the day with her, see if you can relax. I'll have a new mattress by the time you get back."

"You don't have to do that, it's just me being me. Much as I love your mother.”

"What's the point of having this life if I can't take care of you?" Jack's gaze flicks back up to Bitty, distant, like his attention is suddenly on another matter entirely. “Let me do this.”

Bitty gives in because, really, what else can he do?

Truth be told, Bitty can’t remember all of what happened between leaving the apartment, meeting Alicia (”Oh, you poor thing.”), and ending up back home.

True to Jack's word, there's a new mattress on their bed: a delightfully plush pillow top that seems to be off-gassing lavender; but the relaxing scent is warring with something pungent and curiously damning.

"Is that sage?" Bitty asks, taking off his coat.

“Smudging. Shitty's idea," Jack admits, sniffing reflexively. "Get out the bad energy. Or something. Worth a shot."

“Oh, here.” Jack hands Bitty a slip of paper, on it, a note written in Jack’s own scratchy hand, is a string of French Bitty is ashamed to admit he still doesn’t understand. “For relaxation. You say it in the shower, before bed, anytime you need to calm down.”

Bitty falls face first onto the bare mattress, and, for the first time in what feels like weeks, he’s out like a light.

“What are we making today,” Jack hands Eric a single egg, eyebrows dancing. “Taking suggestions?”

“You wish, this is for Angelique in the front office. Promise made, promise kept—” Eric splits the egg and a red, bloody yolk drops into the the batter, startling them both.

“Crisse,” Jack curses, snatching the bowl to inspect it before dumping the whole mess in the trash.

“Ugh. No brownies, then?” Eric jokes, trying to calm himself as Jack takes the carton from the fridge and cracks another egg over the trash. This one is fine: a healthy, expected orange. “I’ve never seen that before? I’ve been cooking my entire life, MooMaw had chickens and I’ve never—”

“It happens sometimes,” Jack grouses, breaking normal egg after normal egg before handing Eric the last one still clutched safely in his fist. “Here. Try again.”

“Just throw out the whole mess, hon,” Eric waves Jack’s hand away but the man is insistent. “I’ll go to the market and try a different brand. Maybe this wasn’t the best plan for today.”

“One more, for me,” Jack urges. “I’ll buy more. Just, please.”

“Money is not the issue, here,” Eric takes the blue-green egg from Jack’s palm and cracks it on the edge of a spare bowl. He misjudges the strength of the shell and the whole thing crushes between his fingers, smearing rancid red and black all over the counter.

“Fuck! What’s wrong with it?!”

“…Spoiled.” Jack spits, snatching a dishtowel from the oven. The explanation makes zero sense to Eric, not that he’s level headed enough to think it through when the smell hits him.

“Oh, Lord, I’m gonna be sick —”

“Bath,” Jack blurts, guiding Eric to the sink, tapping the faucet on. “You need to take a bath. Right now. I’ll get the water started.”

“Wait, Jack —”

But he’s already gone.

“I just took a shower,” Eric laments, trying not to look down as he scrubs the gunk from his hands and under his nails. “But I guess this is disgusting enough to warrant another one.”

“Bath,” Jack calls from the bedroom. “No showers. Rinse it off and come in here.”

Jack's got the water running and at least six of Eric's good beeswax 'date-night' candles lit.

"We aren't making rancid egg goo sexy, are we?"

"Of course not," Jack's taking off his shirt which implies otherwise. "I'm gross, too."

"Yeah, you are," Bitty is trying to be playful but there's still red under his nails.

"Get in. You first."

Bitty’s barely settled when Jack slides in behind him, water sloshing dangerously close to the top of the tub, never quite going over. It’s nice. They haven’t done this in a while. Too long. Though, this doesn’t feel much like a romantic evening, more like a disgusting afternoon as Jack loops his arms around Bitty’s torso and holds him tight, murmuring something not quite English, not quite French, in a soothing, but hurried tone.

“Bits?” Jack, breaks for a moment, running his fingers over something on Eric’s hip. “What is this?”

“Hmm?” Eric looks down and finds Jack poking at his birthmark with no small measure of interest. “What?”

“I don’t remember having seen it before.”

“Oh, that darn thing? I’ve had it forever. Usually, I throw a little concealer over it or something.”

“Since when? Doesn't matter. That seems like a lot of effort for a birthmark. It’s not ugly, and I’ve never noticed it before now.”

“Oh, I hate it. I’d get it removed but no dermatologist I’ve seen will touch it. Who knows.”

“Who wanted it removed? You?”

“My grandmother,” Eric sighs, reaching down to poke where Jack’s fingers are resting. “Not MooMaw, Coach’s mother, Grandma Catherine. Apparently, she wouldn’t hold me as a baby because she thought it was a bad omen,” Bitty doesn’t mention how she’d terrorized his poor mother and ultimately ended up banned from the Bittle-Phelps household.

“She sounds like a bitch,” Jack mutters after a moment, catching Eric’s hand beneath the water, lacing their fingers.

“She was,” Bitty breathes, leaning into his boyfriend’s touch as Jack begins whispering again.

Bitty startles, phone falling between the pillows and hitting the floor with a low thud. He can't reach it.

"Of course," Bitty sighs, kicking off the sheets to slide out of bed and start a blind search. He doesn't find his phone immediately, though he does feel a mess of dirt and grime beneath his fingers. "Our cleaning service has not been doing a great job," Bitty complains to himself, finally getting a grip on his phone. "Gonna have to tell Jack — ”

When he pulls back his hand is covered in dust. His phone as well. Far too much to be explained away by a lazy cleaning crew. Or maybe just a lazy boyfriend.

Bitty grabs the base of the bed and pulls, frame squealing in protest of the action, and when he's made enough progress Bitty turns on his flashlight and illuminates half of a good sized ring of something that had previously been directly under his and Jack's bed. It's dark lines of paint, crushed leaves, a puck, and —

"Señor Bun!"

Bitty snatches his stuffed rabbit from the center of the circle and hugs him tight, trying not to overreact about whatever mildly-satanic insanity has been going on beneath him while he sleeps. Bitty snaps a photo of the scene and texts it to Jack with a succinct message of 'Please tell me this is you'.

"Don't you lie to me, Mister," Bitty whispers, dragging the bed back to cover the symbols like somehow covering it back up will make it go away.

Jack's reply is immediate.

‘Oh you found it’

[…]

‘Happy Halloween?’

“Bullshit,” Bitty growls, clutching Bun tight. “You hate Halloween.”

He texts Jack as much.

“Bits, look at me,” Jack holds his gaze firmly, though he’s attempting to be playful. “We’re going to do some word association, alright? I’m going to say some things and you just answer with the first thing that pops into your mind.”

“Okay,” Eric laughs. “If we must.”

“Alright, let’s start now. Ready?”

“Sure.”

“Dark Lord.”

“Voldemort.”

“Coven.”

“Jessica Lange.”

“Uh, how about ‘familiar’?”

“Overly,” Eric winks.

This isn’t the answer Jack seems to be looking for.

“Fuck,” Jack sighs.

“Me?” Eric chirps, earning a playful, halfhearted shove in return.

“Easy --”

“You.”

“Shut up,” Jack tugs Eric into his lap and snuggles him tightly. “Game’s over.”

“Well, you are. Easy, that is,” Eric laughs between kisses. “You did this to yourself! With your spooky wordplay.”

“You really are clueless, aren’t you?” Jack mumbles, pressing his lips to Bitty’s neck.

“Ouch,” Bitty swats his boyfriend’s arm. “Unnecessary.”

Jack dodges the comment and goes quiet, his lips still against Bitty’s skin as if someone has pressed a pause button on their evening.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Jack says finally. “About me, and I really don’t want to scare you.”

“You cheatin’ on me?”

It’s the first thing that pops into Bitty’s head and he feels foolish for even saying it aloud when Jack snorts and shakes his head; which Bitty feels more than sees.

"Fuck no. Not in a million years. This is different. When I turned 16, I had to make a decision,” Jack awkwardly maneuvers around Bitty to stand them face-to-face. "I got lucky, because of my parents, their standing, but I . . . you know I'm not like everyone else, right?" Jack says, resting his hand on Bitty's cheek in what he probably intends to be a comforting gesture. “The others?”

“You’re . . . talking about the draft, right?” Bitty hazards.

Jack frowns, expression far too sober for Bitty to play this off as a joke, and holds his other hand up, revealing a small, violet flame cupped in his palm; so small and quaint it could be mistaken for a party trick. Bitty doesn’t even hear Jack’s warning as he reaches out to touch.

“What! How are you doing that -- Ow!”

“It's fire, bud,” Jack chastises, immediately checking the burn.

“Because purple fire is normal,” Bitty sticks his finger in his mouth and glares at Jack before the weight of the moment catches up to him. “How did you do that?”

“I’m a member of the Church of Night.”

“Which is what.”

“I have supernatural abilities.”

"So, you're, like, a witch, then?"

“Give me your finger,” Jack tugs Bitty’s hand from his mouth and kisses the burn before whispering something against the red skin. The pain vanishes alongside the mark, which is not the most troubling part about the moment they're sharing. “Warlock,” Jack corrects, swiping a bit of stray saliva from the corner of his lip. “Try again,” the light dancing in Jack's palm is back, larger and terribly enticing. “Go on, Bits, it won’t hurt you, now that I know you’re just gonna go for it.”

Bitty reaches out a second time and Jack doesn’t recoil as the purple flames, cool to the touch, grow larger and dance between Bitty's fingers.

“You’re taking this really well.”

"This doesn't seem so scary," Bitty admits, leaning into the half truth as he pulls back to check his skin for any burns; Jack makes a fist, extinguishing the flame.

In another world Bitty actually possesses the confidence he's pretending to exude. In reality, he's low-key terrified; fighting off an existential crisis and trying to keep his composure as the man he loves tells him not only that magic is real, but that he himself is some kind of witch, and not a fun one. He’s something much more traditional that Bitty has not been raised to be comfortable with.

"Pyrokenisis is difficult," Jack defends, sounding like his old self again. "Most don't attempt it until they have years of experience with conjuration."

Just like that they're back to normal. Jack's air of mystery vanishes as he petulantly snaps another flame into existence, this one almost white and much larger. Bitty has flashes of his freshman year when a Quinnipiac d-man doubted the strength of Jack's slap-shot and Jack 'accidentally' cracked a pane of glass on the next shift.

Classic Zimmermann ego.

"Not just a hockey prodigy, then? Kind of a big deal off the ice, too, I bet," Bitty teases, hiding his fear behind humor as Jack goes pink and the flame falters. "You ever cursed anyone?"

Bitty watches Jack's left eyebrow twitch.

"Who was it?"

Jack's lips thin, though Bitty can tell the gesture isn't in irritation at being caught. The man is fighting a smile.

"It doesn't matter. Anything that happened was deserved."

"In that case, I have a lot of questions?" Bitty says once he's rediscovered his voice.

"And I'll answer all of them," Jack insists, bravado vanishing as he sags with relief. "Soon. Promise. Everything and anything you want to know."

"Have to admit, I'm a little intimidated," Bitty steps into Jack's space and allows himself to be pulled into his boyfriend's arms, trying not to tense. "Silly me, thinking I was the only secret you were hiding."

"I can have secrets. Makes me interesting." Jack runs his hand along Bitty's back.

“Makes you stressed,” Bitty counters.

“Also true.”

"What does all of this mean for me?"

"I don't know, yet. Still trying to figure that part out."

Bitty takes a moment to think about his life, then grabs Jack’s hand and drags him to their bedroom. He leaves Jack standing in the doorway to grab the corner of the bed frame and drag it sideways, revealing the madness beneath.

“Explain.”

"It's a protection ward." Jack doesn't miss a beat. "I laid it down after the egg incident. Didn't want to risk anything happening."

"To me."

"To you." Jack affirms, walking across the room to kneel and nudge a stone back into shape. "I have enough wards on me the only person who can hurt me is me, evidently," Jack looks up, apologetic. "I was worried about all the attention on you."

"If it’s for protection, does that mean people want to hurt me?"

Jack licks his thumb and smears something that could be ink. Or paint. Its viscous, a dark color Bitty can't identify and doesn’t want to examine too closely.

"One would be too many for me," Jack answers, wiping his hand on his jeans. "Better safe than sorry."

"Okay, so," Bitty kneels down beside his boyfriend and points at an off-white lump in the leaf pile. "Is this a tooth?"

The sheepish look is back.

"Euh, yeah, don't worry, it's one of mine."

"Oh, that doesn't make me not worry, Sugar. Not reassuring at all,” Bitty toes a leaf over the tooth, hiding it from view. “Don’t recall much human bits in the ‘good magic’ column.”

Jack flashes a smile, like they’re sharing a secret. Which, Eric realizes, they are.

“This isn’t like tv, bud. Though it doesn’t do itself any favors in the way of aesthetic, I’ll admit that much.”

“Can you…show me, um,” Eric nudges a leaf with his socked toe. “Some more? Maybe?”

The smile on Jack’s face is as wide and bright as Bitty has ever seen.

“Yeah, bud, I’d love to.”

#zimbits #omgcp #magic au #inspired by 'the chilling adventures of sabrina'#my stuff #my fic #crossposted to ao3 #jack zimmermann #jack zimmermann/eric bittle

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feralhogs · 5 years

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1-50 ho

you got it ho

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. ive been Purchasing various smelly candles for my gay divination activities, and i have a few nominees. i first thought of the candle i have now, a pink one with a very sweet vanilla smell, i love very sweet smells because it makes me think of candy which i tend to try to fill my inner void with. however im going to go with the first candle i bought, a dark orange one with a citrus smell. citrus scents are my next favourite and specifically this one reminded me of curiously smelling candles at my piano teachers apartment when i was very young.

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

idk. ive been listening to her lion king stuff lately. dont judge me i needed to hear remixes of lion king music i was lost in that sauce in high school. and i just think shes neat. i dont think she would aggressively make me feel bad about everything, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

Look……. i really don’t know???? what is the criteria?? do they need to be like my siblings? dare i criticize my arguably criticizable siblings by picking out my ideal siblings? if i pick an ideal sibling, what does that say about what im lacking in my life? do i pick celebrities i hate so theoretically my family shames them into becoming silent and self-defeating

4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married?

50. i think im going to have to figure myself out for a long time, and achieve some personal goals first. thats my excessively confident prediction and PERHAPS educated guess

5. Do you know a hoarder?

nnnnnoooooooo????? not a real, cant function because of hoarding hoarder. i can see in a few family members, including myself, liking to hang onto things that maybe become sentimental/unnecessary clutter but that sounds like something many non-hoarders experience?

6. Can you do a split?

lemme try one sec

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

Idk maybe 7? Or 11? i think my parents taught me at a children age and then i started biking for fun like, later, like pre middle school?

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

1. i dont really remember swimming in an ocean but i may have faded childhood memories of salty water and seaweed

9. How many countries have you been to?

2… i went to idaho for a band trip… my dad really doesnt like travelling

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

HAHAHA

NO. ACTUALLY YES. but its funny because the specific brand of christianity we are supposed to be is super pacifist so ive heard. but then i remembered one dude apparently who joined the us military?????? it seemed like it was… an unusual choice. i dont really know anything else about this guy, not even his name

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

🙏 *inhale* buddy. oooooohhffffff i want to say something gender neutral honestly. i dont want to rock the boat being unconventional or something but im just thinking of all those years trying to live up to a feminine name

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

same i guess… why have i never thought about this????? was i preoccupied naming myself.

13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test?

hmmmmm hmmmmm trying to unlock the vault. i think i remember a 1 or a 0 on a math quiz. i think i got 30% or something very very bad (i dont even want to know) on my last english exam, but to be fair, i was having such a bad mental breakdown my professor did an intervention

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

like a very very small child? i was obsessed with the save-ums (?!?!?) for some reason. i would sing the anthem… no. theme song? i dont know. i guess it was catchy and there were lots of fun characters. OHHHH I SEE WHATS WRONG

ITS BECAUSE WE ONLY HAD A TV TILL I WAS LIKE 5 OR SOMETHING. what are you cultured people watching as children? what are the shows?

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

>:(

My Halloween experience:

i dont even remember i probably had some kind of fairy wings? i think i remember fairy wings. we went to one (1) house. later on, since we werent allowed to go trick-or-treating, we were each allotted a certain amount of candy, and if we ate more than a designated amount per day, we were in trouble and wouldnt be allowed anymore. i do remember getting in trouble for this. i think i stole someones candy. sibling against sibling. finally we were allowed to go trick or treating, i went with my younger brothers and by then, was a teenager and felt too tall and really uncomfortable

LMAO I JUST REMEMBERED THAT LAST TIME WE WENT TRICK-OR-TREATING NOT IN A RURAL AREA, my dad drove us around in a van and watched us like a hawk i believe. it was very tense and methodical.

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

i read the harry potter series (I WROTE SIBLIGS LOL) more times than i could count while growing up. i read the first hunger games book and didnt fancy it for whatever reason, and i had an obnoxious twilight-hating phase.

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

sometimes, though, im really genuinely worried about what accent i do have. im worried i read so much harry potter growing up, it rubbed off on me. when i was a server, people would ask about an unusual accent i apparently had, and once, when i was talking to a super british guy who called me luv at walmart, he was like STOP. WAIT. YOU HAVE A BRITISH ACCENT. and i was like WHAT UHHH BYEBYE AND HE WAS LIKE NO. I HEARD YOU. STOP and i was like that michael jackson meme where he covers his face running away and everyone else in the line was staring

18. Did your mother go to college?

i believe she went to a bible college where people put a grand piano on top of the roof.

19. Are your grandparents still married?

all of my grandparents are dead.

…. hmmMMMM yow. ok. my grandparents who werent estranged stayed married for as long as either of them were living… however, my OTHER grandparents, i mean the fucking kidnappers, my abuser grandpa… remarried? when he was… really really aging. im judging him for it because i know what kind of person he was.

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

I WISH. my parents didnt seem to like that sort of thing (surprise). im interested in it now but… as usual… i feel like its too late, im too old.

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

….. i… i thought i did… hes blessed… thats all.

22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to?

ಠ_ಠ

*crickets*

how could you ask me this?

no wait! i went to the waterslides. then, later on, i was never allowed to go to the waterslides.

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

Spanish. ive been “intending” to learn for a long time, and a lot of people who have been really good influences on me and been genuinely kind to me speak it, id like to learn it

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

grey

one sec

yup thats canadian!

25. Is your father bald?

on the top of his head, yes >:(

26. Do you know triplets?

no?

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

no? what is this straight stuff? i listened to the dramatic titanic song and felt nothing.

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

i guess so, at a friends house! i dont think otherwise ive gone to a restaurant and actually had indian food

29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant?

*gazes tearily at my OWN FUCKING OLD WORKPLACE

the food was sO GOOD MAN. IT WAS SO GOOD. im just not saying because despite how stalkable i probably am already, i dont want to be specific

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

no whats that

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)?

belong? whats bjs? whats a warehouse for?

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

i decided at one point they would never tell me this and it was no use asking. i do know they almost named my brother a very fusty old fashioned name fitting in with the thomas the tank engine theme

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

G is the ONLY one i will accept so far.

34. Who’s your favorite person in the world?

i……… hmmmm…. i really dont like picking favourites. each person in my life has a unique relationship with me (even though a lot of them arent very warm, trusting or close). because of unhealthy middle school friendships ive grown an aversion to ranking relationships as if they have material value.

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

rural, i think. i need nature in my life!!! but i also need to be able to have connections to people.

36. Can you whistle?

yes, but not very loudly or accurately

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

no, but ive always wanted a nightlight

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

ive started to, yeah! this morning i made a whole thing with bread and mushrooms and eggs, and coffee, and i ate it outside watching the traffic. im really trying to treat myself nicely you see. its what id do for someone else.

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

THAT

BOY

JUICE!

WELCOME TO MY BUILD A BOY WORKSHOP!

SHOTS!SHOTS!SHOTS!

and im really fortunate to be in pretty good health, and have access to things i do need

40. What medical conditions do you have?

I dont think… i actually have any. id say gender dysphoria but i think it was informed consent. (im VERY lucky)

im pretty sure there are SOME mental conditions running around undiagnosed. MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING PROPERLY

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

for myself? once… when i got hives and started swelling up all over, but otherwise was fine. i really wonder what that was. other times was visiting sick/dying relatives which has made me feel sad and apprehensive whenever i enter a hospital or smell the food

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

yes! i had a gerbil named nemo!

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

i dont … remember … really nowhere special i actually have yet to find some jeans i LOVE. sometimes there is a pair of jeans that sparks joy. i do not have such a pair

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

my sister said my pants looked good on me. they are actually their pants, which they left on the floor in my room for an unknown reason, and they want them back. of course.

but because im excited about it and want to brag, the real compliment was when i made borscht and my sister not only ate it faster than me, but wanted a second helping. and my roommate stuck his face in the steam and said it smelled good. hell yes. i put fucking cilantro in it. fcking beast mode.

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

yes. theyre usually really emotional and symbolic. if ive been talking to my parents, theyre usually nightmares. ive been reading about dream interpretation for a long time to deal with some of the ominous images that can come up

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

red rose reminds me of wheni was little my mom would make really sweet sweet red rose tea for me (thats the kind she drinks all the time) and it brings me those good feelings. otherwise licorice spice really appeald to me for some reason.

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

LMAO UHHH…brb

six. because of social pressure.

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

i never thought about this kind of thing…. i really don’t know….. id just want them to know how to be kind to others and themselves and thats literally it.

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

i was one of those edgy kids trying to spoil it for everyone. guess what other common fun thing my parents didnt do

50. Why do you have a youtube?

i dont! so i dont know what this question means! :)

HOLY SHIT I MADE IT THRU HIGH FIVE

#rambling #WOW #bug

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panticwritten · 6 years

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Tag Game - 10 Questions x 3

I was tagged by @kclenhartnovels, @luminahart, and @yourbitchystudentwriter for this one, and I’ll answer all 30 questions in this one post! That way I don’t spam anyone’s dash and I also only have to think of 10 questions instead of 30 when I’m done haha.

Thank you so much, you three, for tagging me! I love these questions!

Rules: The Rules: answer these ten questions, create ten of you own, then tag ten people.

I’ll answer the questions under the break!

Round One!

1. What is your OC’s biggest pet peeve?

I’ll just answer for the three OCs of mine that have shown up in Breaking Furnace so far!

Sawyer hates unexpected changes in plan and unnecessarily repetitive noises. Like. Stop knocking after a couple seconds, they promise they heard you. Please condense those hundreds of tiny short messages into one longer one the pings are gonna drive them crazy.

Connor has a problem with people bad mouthing Sawyer, if you didn’t get that from Chapter 5 of Breaking Furnace lmao.

Dominic is touchy about topics dealing with family (”family is so important!” “you can always turn to your family!”). Basically, keep your perfect family narrative away from him or he’ll be forced to remind you that his father was the leader of a human trafficking cartel, which certainly won’t ruin your day as much as you’ve ruined his.

2. What book that you’ve read did you wish you had written, or think you could have written better?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh man this is a hard one. When it comes to wishing I had written a book like “Dammit, I wish I’d had that idea!” I would probably say Rot & Ruin by Jonathan Maberry. I still haven’t finished that series, but DAMN that was a good zombie book.

If it’s like “Wow, that’s a good concept but bad execution” hand me the rights to Twilight and Fifty Shades. Please let someone make these relationships healthy and not completely terrifying. Please.

With both, I think I would say Hunger Games. Like, the execution wasn’t BAD, but I read those books and see places where like. It could have been better. Better plot decisions could have been made.

You took Rue from us, Collins, why did you have to take Prim, too?

3. Which OC is smarter than you? What research did you have to do because of it?

Oh boy.

Notably, Jay is smarter than me. I haven’t written a ton with them in it so I haven’t had to do much research at all. They were created through a cloning process in which the Cube was manipulated to make them smarter and able to synthesize information faster than should be possible imo. They don’t have much formal education because of their unusual upbringing (see: Dominic’s father’s trafficking cartel), but they have sizable knowledge in biology, biochemistry, engineering, bio-engineering, nuclear sciences, psychology, pharmacology, computer sciences, geology, topography, and have been doing a lot of research into the way the Cube works (specifically the memory sectors). They’re also continuing looking into cloning. There’s a ton I’m missing but like?? I don’t really think I’m welcome in their labs these days haha.

Also, J (not Jay, easy mistake) is a lot better at thinking on their feet than I am haha. They’re like a prodigy with a sword, grew up learning how to fight and lie. I would die in a fight, whether with fists, swords, or any other weapons. And I’m only a good liar when I take too long to respond to a text/email.

4. If you were doing immersive research for your book, where/when would you have to travel?

I’ll do this one for Savior/Destroy, 100 Shades, and TS because those are the ones that doesn’t take place in a concept of a place. BF and SORH both take place in concepts because of the nature of those daydreams.

For Savior/Destroy, I would really just need to be a fly on the wall of business happenings (same for 100 Shades, ugh), to get a feel for how that field actually works. There’s a lot you can’t research online effectively.

For 100 Shades, I would really need to spend some time in Seattle and Denver. I know little to nothing about either area, and I’ve been putting off research since I’m not writing it yet.

Trollhunters: Subverted would suck because I would have to go on a nice timeline trip starting around 500 BCE in what is now Bulgaria. There’s a lot of running around in that general area for a time. Starting around 1400 CE, I would want to be in Britain. Also, it would be nice to know exactly what happened at Roanoke. And knowing exactly how the woods were in southern Oregon and northern California in the 1600-1800 would be rad.

5. Which character is most like you?

I’ll say. Other than the characters that are me.

Humphrey. He’s nice and sweet and kind of bad at lying except for that one thing that he’s been lying about for so long that it doesn’t even feel like a lie before. My daydreaming is just a much more innocuous secret than his. And he had to switch schools in the middle of a school year, he struggles with mental illness, he’s really not good at talking to people.

The thing is, he doesn’t write and he likes math so who the hell does he think he is?

6. What is your favorite scented candle and why?

There’s like a blood orange Glade candle that I smelled at Target the other day?? It was really nice, but i haven’t really let myself think about scented candles since I’m not allowed to have candles at all in my dorm (doesn’t stop me from having some tealights for my altar but eh).

I like incense, though, and I love voodoo (because it smells like chocolate and death. like, in a good way) and fizzee pop (because it’s like the scent version of carbonation). Coconut is my favorite for writing because it’s the one my sister and I burn when we have writing parties, so it’s just one that I like.

7. Do you have a bookshelf or library? What’s your ideal library look like?

I have a bookshelf over my bed with all of the books I brought to university with me. If I could have my ideal library, like, think Beauty and the Beast scale library full of informational texts, classics that I’ll probably never even read, ongoing series. It should have a faint scent of dust and paper fresh off a printer. There would be a full section for all the books published by the folks in the writeblr community.

It should have an air of being similar to how the Gryffindor common room is described as feeling.

Everyone would be invited to come and complain about writing whenever they want to. It would be warm, with tea and coffee provided in the very back where the books I don’t remember buying are shelved.

8. Who is your biggest tumblr fan of your writing?

Oh man. I would be stuck between maybe?? @breakeven2007 or @jade-island-lives. You two have responded to so much of my writing, and it’s so cool. I know there are others, and I’m gonna take this opportunity to thank all of y’all so much for everything. It means a lot to get these tags and to get responses to things that I’ve written.

9. What tv show/movie has influenced your writing the most? Or, which series do you wish you could help write?

Honestly. Probably. Pokemon. I grew up watching that show and it probably has a lot of influence on how I form stories and how I view different kinds of conflicts.

I want there to be a Harry Potter TV series and I would 100% want to help write it.

10. How do you feel about fanfiction of your work?

Fuck me up.

Round Two!

1. Describe your WIP in such a lamest way possible.

An idiot gets themself thrown in prison because they regret not killing someone.

2. Describe your WIP in the most epic way possible.

A group of friends return to a nightmare of their past to face it head on, but nothing is what it seems. Most of the group has ulterior motives and the monsters lurking in the shadows have plans of their own.

3. What do you usually wear when you write?

Gay clothes. Because I’m gay.

In all seriousness, I have a hard time getting into the mindset of writing if I’m not wearing my ring (which I got from a candle, it has a connection with the Trollhunters daydream), my nostalgia necklace (has my pentacle, a charm from a friend when I graduated, and a vial of my cat’s ashes), and my string of keys (my daydreams tie heavily in with keys and it feels wrong to write about them without the keys on my person). Loose, comfy clothes are also a plus but not a requirement.

4. What part of your story do you enjoy writing the most (action, dialouge, description etc.)? Why?

I like writing tender moments and dialogue. Like, I love writing scenes between me and Connor. I love finding the balance between what needs to be said and what should be left unsaid.

5. Do you prefer to write female or male protagonists? Why?

I prefer to write nonbinary protagonists, but that’s just because I’m nonbinary haha. I don’t really write women, men, or nonbinary folk any differently.

6. What are your plans for your WIP after you have finished writing it?

I kind of want to get it bound so I can have physical copies of it, even if I’ll never be able to publish it.

7. Have you, or would you participate in NaNoWriMo?

I have, sort of. I never got more than a couple thousand words in, but eh. It was fun. My projects just weren’t viable for a quick-write. I want to try again in the future, but November is just such an inconvenient month. It’s the worst month of the year for me, and I don’t see myself being able to work through that enough to write a 50,000 word novel in a month.

8. What do you enjoy the most about your genre?

Haha, that would make it sound like I stick to one genre. I think a lot of it has mystery, thriller, supernatural, and urban fantasy qualities, though, so?? I love the flexibility. “They separated their consciousness from their body?” sure, it’s my universe so that can happen.

9. What was your favourite read of 2017?

I didn’t really read a lot in 2017, which is tragic. My favorite book of the year was The Square Root of Summer by Herriet Reuter Hapgood. I had to race the clock to read this one because I started reading it really close to the end of my senior year. It was so good, and it surprised me in a million different ways. The protagonist had to admit to herself her own shortcomings in the process of facing an uncertain future, an old childhood friend, and crazy physics.

It was a great book, and if you like YA novels without all of the unacknowledged unhealthy relationships I would really recommend it.

10. What are your hopes for your writing in 2018?

I want to finish Breaking Furnace, goddamn it.

Round Three!

1. What inspired your current WIP?

Breaking Furnace is inspired by Escape From Furnace and the daydreams I’ve had in that universe. I have no idea?? Why this universe is the one I got fascinated enough with to live through the events of the original series in different ways 8 times, though, so that’s whatever.

2. what would you describe your writing style?

According to my roommate, “Almost cynical. It’s like the dark parts of your brain mixed with your humor and have this big fucked up baby. But in a good way. Like, a really good way. Like, you wouldn’t actually stab someone, but you would.”

And I think that’s beautiful.

3. What is an Au that you would love to see written about your OCs?

Literally anything where they are happy. Just let them have peace.

4. tell us a funny writing story.

Okay, so. I have a couple.

I’m sure we all remember the ‘eghit’ debacle, when I was trying to type ‘height’ and realized I needed to go to SLEEP.

And also that drunk writing party. Where I drank a single Mike’s Harder Lemonade (not to be confused with the much wimpier Mike’s Hard Lemonade). And really underestimated how much alcohol was in it.

So, here’s the whole story.

My mom doesn’t like cranberry juice, and I poked fun that she had cranberry Mike’s Harder Lemonade. And out of that conversation I obtained permission to have it. So, my brilliant self decided that since sober me, exhausted me, and depressed me can’t get any writing done, maybe tipsy me could.

And I ended up practically chugging it because I drink everything way too fast. And so I was writing, doing some outlining, and after I started to fuck up way more than I wanted to I actually went and checked how much drinking that in less than an hour would raise my BAC and it p much drove me over .04 so I laughed at myself for a solid ten minutes then went to sleep.

When I looked the next day, I wrote a paragraph, outlined ~4 pages of content, and a lot of it was good. If you can discount the typos.

5. do you listen to music while you write? if so what kind typically?

I do! When I’m writing new content, I listen to playlists I’ve made for each of my projects. When I’m editing, I listen to a classical Pandora station because I can not have words in my ears counteracting the words in my eyes.

6. when did you start writing?

A year or so after my sister started writing (or, when she started letting me read her writing), so maybe fourth grade?

7.who’s you favourite OC?

HHHHHH probably Connor. Definitely Connor.

8. who’s your least favourite OC?

Dominiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic

9. do you prefer 1st 2nd or 3rd person perspective?

First person. I haven’t written in third person in awhile, and I’m assuming I would still not hate it, but I like being in a character’s head.

I write in second person if I’m writing creepypastas, which I haven’t done in a couple years.

10. uhhh….IDk just talk about anything wip or writing related, you decide!

I! Am really excited about getting to the point in Breaking Furnace where it completely breaks from the plot of the original series. I grew so much throughout this daydream, and it’s gonna be really cool to share that with everyone.

I really don’t want to spoil anything, but I also really want to talk about everything to do with Breaking Furnace.

Alright!

I’ll tag @panismightier, @breakeven2007, @jade-island-lives, @perringcentral, @angrymagicgirlmarsette, @vwritesfiction, @christinawritesfiction, @cadewrites, @happyk44, @lux-scriptum, but definitely don’t feel obligated to do it!

My questions for you!

1. How much research do you put into your projects, usually?

2. What do you draw the most inspiration from?

3. Favorite candy? How about your OC’s?

4. What are your OC’s star signs, and do their personalities fit their sign?

5. Which OC(s) secretly still have stuffed animals? Which one(s) have them, not so secretly?

6. Does your space have to be clean for you to write/draw?

7. What kind of view would you like to have from your desk?

8. Do you have an OC that doesn’t like to talk about their past? What do they have to hide?

9. Daytime writer or nighttime writer?

10. What trait do you least like in your favorite OC?

#tag game #this was hardcore #i loved it #i love answering questions!!#thank you so much for tagging me!

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snickerdoodl3 · 7 years

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Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit okay let’s do this

1. What’s your favorite candle scent? I like musky candle smells, usually with names pertaining to trees or the woods. They remind me of business men shaving their beards on a crisp fall morning. 2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister? This is weird to answer bc my fav celebs are all so much older than me so to have them as siblings would be...odd... but I’ll say Jennifer Aniston. 3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother? Normally I’d say my one true love Eminem, but since Jennifer Aniston is now my sister, that means Jason Bateman has to be my brother. They’re my fav together. Em can be daddy ;)4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married? Shit idk probably like 25 5. Do you know a hoarder? NOpe6. Can you do a split? Thanks to 15 years of being a dancer, I can 7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? Honestly like 14 or 15. I’ve rode a bike maybe 5 times. My parents never taught me. 8. How many oceans have you swam in? 2 for sure (Pacific and Mediterranean) and possibly the Atlantic when i was really little but idk9. How many countries have you been to? Excluding the one I live in I’ve been to 8. (England, France, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, Italy, Germany and Greece.)10. Is anyone in your family in the army? No11. What would you name your daughter if you had one? Shaye because it’s my sisters middle name and she’ll name her daughter, if she has one, my middle name. :)12. What would you name your son if you had one? Tyler, Max, Alex or Jayce. Those have probably always been my fav guys names. 13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test? 0% for straight up not taking a test but for actually trying, probably like 13%14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child? This is a tough one. I loved everything. Ed, Edd, n Eddy, Cow and Chicken, CatDog, Courage, all those cartoons on cartoon network. 15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight? Literally have no clue. Either a Teletubby, and Angel, or Scooby Doo. 16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series? Nope, Nope, Nope, not interested. 17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent? I’ll stick with my American accent. 18. Did your mother go to college? Yup, she went to ASU. 19. Are your grandparents still married? No20. Have you ever taken karate lessons? Yeah, I think i got up to purple belt. 21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is? Ofc. Who doesn’t? 22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to? Walt Disney World in FL. 23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in? Sign language, Spanish, and Italian. 24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray? Idk I think I use them both equally without reason. Whatever I’m feeling that time I guess lol25. Is your father bald? No he’s got nice thick hair. 26. Do you know triplets? Noooope27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook? LMAO I’VE NEVER SEEN EITHER ONE IF THAT DOESN’T TELL YOU HOW OUT OF THE MEDIA LOOP I AM THEN IDK WHAT WILL. 28. Have you ever had Indian food? No but I’d like to try it. 29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant? Subway. Idc if u think it’s not a restaurant subway will forever have my heart. 30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden? Yes and honestly the food is so over priced and their breadsticks aren’t even that good. Like they’re usually hard and dry. I can get $3 pizza hut breadsticks that taste better and I don’t even like pizza hut. Nothing against Olive Garden tho, I like to eat there. The fried lasagna is bomb af. It’s an appetizer but I get it as my meal. 31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)? No but my mom has a Sams Club membership so that’s where we go if we’re going to any of them. 32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender? Tray or Joshua 33. If you have a nickname, what is it? Nik, snick, Nik Nak, snickerdoodle (hence my url) 34. Who’s your favorite person in the world? My sister. She’s my best friend and I couldn’t live without her. 35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs? Suberbs hands down. I need business, night life, chaos, and constant noise. 36. Can you whistle? Yes?37. Do you sleep with a nightlight? No but I wish I could sleep with one because sometimes I’m afraid of the dark. 38. Do you eat breakfast every morning? It’s rare that I eat breakfast type foods and it’s more rare that I eat in the morning. So no. 39. Do you take any pills or medication daily? No. I probably should be on some type of adhd medication though. 40. What medical conditions do you have? Your common, anxiety, depression and adhd and your not so common anisocoria and dermatographia. The only one that I haven’t been officially diagnosed with is dermatograpia but that’s only because I haven’t been to the dr since I discovered it. 41. How many times have you been to the hospital? 5 I think

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo? Yes

43. Where do you buy your jeans? Walmart usually 44. What’s the last compliment you got? My boyfriend told me I was cute a couple hours ago while I was playing league. 45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning? If I sleep long enough to have a dream, yes. 46. What flavor tea do you enjoy? All of them. But I really love mint. 47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own? Like 15 probably48. What religion will you raise your children to practice? I’ll raise them in a Christian church but it will be up to them what they believe in and decide to practice. 49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real? Pretty young. Idr exact age. 50. Why do you have a youtube? Because I like to troll and start shit in the comments. Also because I used to make videos and it was really fun for me and a good release.

#ty #ask #yay.#dw ill get u back #>:-]#a-dying-star

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doloresrojo · 7 years

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To be lonely pt.2

It’s been almost three months since Jason had talked to (y/n) in the Batcave. So far he hadn’t had the need to go there again, the threat that took Jason there that night was already dealt with, the Scarecrow and the Penguin were at Arkham again, if only for now. Jason would never understand why it was so hard for Bruce to get rid of them once and for all. True, bad grass never dies; it was wistful thinking to believe that it is possible to vanquish evilness, it is part of human nature. Jason knows that for every Scarecrow or Penguin he destroys, five like them will come out of nowhere. An endless war. He still believed that his methods were less flawed than Bruce’s, but sometimes he wasn’t so sure. Every now and then, Jason believed that he was like one of those persons that continue to argue even though they know they are wrong; and it was exhausting, because he knew that he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, he had experienced the devastating consequences crime could do to a person first handed. It was still too early for patrol, only 6:30 pm. He didn’t want to be in his apartment so he went for a walk around the city. He was at the eastside, one of the less insecure areas of Gotham, for that reason he usually didn’t go there; it was one of the nicest areas Gotham had, there where restaurants, cafes, a movie theater, parks with playgrounds. Jason didn’t go to places like this, he didn’t feel like he fit in. Too nice for someone like him. A woman who was pushing a stroller eyed him suspiciously; Jason was aware that he could be threatening to others, and he also knew that he had built that image, but he didn’t like it when regular people, citizens, were frightened by him. He was about to leave, it was clear that he was making everyone around him uncomfortable, as he was. When he looked at a little Italian restaurant and saw (y/n) eating by herself. She didn’t see him right away, and he thought that maybe it was for the best that she didn’t notice him, last time they spoke she fled the place as fast as she could. Honestly, Jason didn’t know what had posed him that night. Maybe it was the nostalgia, maybe that night he was feeling sentimental, maybe that night his loneliness had finally overcome him and he needed someone to talk to. But still, Jason didn’t open up that easily, and there was something about her that made him ramble, no matter that she barely knew him and vice versa. Right now he felt that he could use that. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that she was already looking at him, perplexed, of all the places in the world where she might found him this wasn’t one of them. He waved at her and she waved back, it would be impolite not to say hello, so he entered the restaurant. He took a seat next to her, she looked tense and was doing her best to hide it. Jason remembered the look on her face when he caught her drinking whisky at the Batcave, and he relaxed a little. “Hi (y/n), long time no see”. “Hi Jason, I know, it’s been a while”. (y/n) was eating lasagna with salad and a bottle of sparkling water. He tried not to look at it, but the lasagna she was eating was big, enough for two persons, he hadn’t realized that he was hungry and it did look good. “Do you want some?” (y/n) asked. Once in a while she liked to indulge herself; buying books, ridiculously expensive scented candles, paintings, massages, a good diner, etc. She saved money, but Bruce Wayne paid her well enough, more than well, so why not spoil herself? The restaurant was not the fanciest she’s ever been but it was her favorite, the food was homemade and frankly, better that any five star restaurant. “If you don’t mind”. She cut half of the lasagna and gave it to him. Jason was not the only one who was mortified, about that night. (y/n) didn’t know why she told him those things. It was not rare to (y/n) to have people opening up to her; her friends back home and some other acquaintances had told her that she was good at listening. She had opinions but she kept them to herself until it was the appropriate time to reveal them or when somebody asked her, she did try to listen when somebody was talking to her about important stuff. Although she had found out over the last two years that she didn’t have the patience anymore to listen to others, to deal with their burdens, because her own were too heavy; regardless, she listened to Jason and also revealed some of her burdens as well. “Would you like some sparkling water?” “Sure, thank you”. Said Jason, accepting the glass she offered him. “I’ve never seen you around here”. It was odd to discover vigilantes like him around the eastside, (y/n) feared that something atrocious was occurring. “That’s because I never come here… it was too early to go to patrol so I decided to take a walk and here I am”, he took a bite of the lasagna, it was excellent. “You come here often?” By this point, maybe, it was ridiculous to be nervous around him. So she said: “I live here, actually, one of the perks of working for Bruce Wayne, I can afford an apartment in this area of the city”. The eastside was quite far from the Wayne manor, Jason scolded himself for not insisting to accompany her or making sure that she had arrived home safely. “Listen (y/n), about the other night, I am sorry if I said something I shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean to upset you or pry in your personal life; sometimes I am blunt” Nobody could say that Jason Todd beat around the bushes. (y/n) believed that that must get him in a lot of troubles, but she admired his honesty. “Don’t worry about it”. Truthfully, she ought to thank him. After she left the Batcave she was feeling restless, she was sure that if she went home she would drink another bottle of whiskey or tequila to drown her raging mind. She didn’t consider herself an alcoholic but she also didn’t deceive herself: her habits weren’t healthy. So, she did something she never believed she would have the courage to do, at least not by herself. She went to a club. Right in the eastside was a club, an underground club, (y/n) always pass it on her way to her apartment. She always imagined what it would be like, to go in, but never dare. That night she went straight to the line and kind of hoped that the bouncer wouldn’t let her in, she was wearing jeans and sneakers. But she had no problems at all. The music was blasting, some people where dancing, some others where drinking, others were doing drugs, and others were making out, boys with girls, girls with girls and boys with boys. She felt surprised when she recognized that she was not anxious, she felt glad, nobody seemed to notice her and that suited her. The place was big, she got herself a drink and decided to explore it. She ended up in the dance floor and danced, she couldn’t remember the last time she did it, and she had forgotten how much she enjoyed it. If it hadn’t been for Jason, she wouldn’t have done it, so she felt grateful, that helped her to less her wariness. “I also want to thank you, for being kind to me. And I know it’s been months but please, don’t tell the Bat or Alfred”. (y/n) considered that endearing and funny, Jason being preoccupied about Bruce finding out about his feelings; but truthfully, it wasn’t. (y/n) knew exactly how it was to go living day by day wearing an armor. Doing everything in your power to hide your real feelings, your fears, your anger, your sadness. For a long time she did it as well and it almost broke her. Sadly not a lot had changed since, old habits die hard. “I won’t tell no one Jason, I promise”. He believed her. They remained in silence, and as he was finishing his lasagna he noticed that (y/n) eyes were pensive and her demeanor was distant. Unintentionally he did exactly what he wasn’t supposed to and he felt the urge to fix it. He said the first thing that came to his mind. “Umm, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but you are not from here, are you, I mean from this country”. (y/n) spoke good English but at times she talked with a hint of an accent. “No, I am from México”. “How come you ended up in Gotham?” (y/n) considered her story as boring and usual, there was nothing exciting about it. After she graduated University she got a job that she hated, she resigned and found an opportunity to know a new place, worked a job that she hated as well, was discovered by Barbara Gordon and became the Oracle. That was the official story, but there was a lot more than just that. She was in Law School, she had always liked computers, programing and investigating but it was hard to find a well-paid job doing that; so she considered that law was a good idea and for a while it seemed that it was going to work, but it didn’t. Then her parents got divorced and everything went downhill since then: she lost communication with her father, her relationship with her mother got tense, her sister moved on faster than her, but worst of all, she felt that she had lost herself. She did the best she could; her mother got her a job and she was grateful, for it allowed her not to be a nuisance to her mother, at least not economically, her father stopped supporting them once she finished University. Then the divorce started and it wasn’t as ugly as it could be, nevertheless it was excruciating. She had a close group of friends but she no longer identified with them. So she isolated herself. Then, an opportunity came. She had an uncle that lived in the US and at the company he worked was a vacant, at Wayne enterprises, her uncle thought that it was a good opportunity for her and for her mother as well, the money was good and she could send her mother some of it to help her with her expenses. The idea was terrifying and at the same time hopeful. A new beginning, to go somewhere where nobody knew her, to have the chance to reinvent herself; she had been begging for it for years. So she gathered her courage and left. But before she did, her mother talked to her. (y/n) loved her mother, but they weren’t very close; she was close with her father but he had abandoned her. “I am just going to say it”, (y/n) remembered that she sensed that her mother was going to tell her something like be careful, don’t worry too much about the money or call every day. Instead, she told her this: “I know that you’ve been miserable the past few years. Doing something that you don’t love, your father’s absence, and the divorce. Don’t look so surprised, I know you better than what you think. Love, I understand that you have the need to start fresh and please, do not think that I want to ruin this for you, but I have to warn you that if you leave here thinking that you will be living all your problems here, you won’t, life doesn’t work like that. At least not for people like you and me”. That was exactly what she was planning to do: To put some distance between her and her problems and hoped that they would disappear magically. But what she found more surprising was that her mother had said, people like you and me; to most of her family when it came about personality, (y/n) was mostly her father and sometimes she couldn’t shake the sensation that her mother resented her for it, so hearing her say that was a big thing. And she was right. She had taken her problems with her, she realized that distance did give you a new perspective but sometimes wounds weren’t cure with a new perspective. She was still lonely and adrift; at least, being the Oracle had given her a new purpose. (y/n) knew now, that just like Jason, she needed to open up. To give some vital parts of the story and not just the details that were good enough to stop someone from asking more questions. To have someone to listen. “I needed a change. I wasn’t happy at home. I didn’t like my job, I was having problems connecting with someone that it wasn’t a product of my imagination. My relationship with my mother was sometimes tense sometimes good and when the opportunity for a change presented I took it, and it got me here, to Gotham. I have an uncle that worked at Wayne Enterprises, not long after that I was discovered by Barbara and the rest is history”. “Your parent’s are divorced?” It was not hard to figure it out. “They separated when I was 20, but they got divorced when I was 24. I know, I wasn’t that young, but don’t be mistaken; your parents getting divorce hurts at any age, I would even dare to say that it hurts more as an adult because you understand everything and you know what you are missing”. Jason came from a dysfunctional household, he never knew how it was like to have a happy family and for the way that (y/n) was saying it, it sounded like she once had that. He didn’t know what was worse, to long for something you never had or to miss something you once had and lost.

It didn’t seem like she was about to cry, she actually looked angry. Jason couldn’t figure out why, but he found her anger scary, pure. An angriness that had been nesting for a long time and needed an escape.

“What about your father?” He knew that he might be going into dangerous territory by asking that question, he gave it a go regardless.

“Huh, my father. If I can keep calling him that. We kept in touch after the separation but it wasn’t the same as it used to be, we had good moments but very few. And when he stopped giving us money we both stop trying. Not long after he filled for the divorce I met with him once more and after that he tried to use me as a mediator between him and my mom to negotiate the divorce, I told him to get some balls and we haven’t talked since”.

Another thing they had in common. Both felt let down and betrayed by their respective fathers. Sure, Bruce wasn’t Jason’s real father but for a time he was to him. When he had discovered that he hadn’t murder the Joker after what he did to Jason, rage wasn’t even close to describe what he felt. It almost drove him mad; he would have done it for Bruce in a blink of an eye without hesitation. He loved Bruce that much. He could tell that (y/n) loved her father still, despite all, if not there wouldn’t be so much agony in her voice.

“And your mother? You said that things were tense with her, what about now?”

“Our relationship has gotten better. I always thought that we needed some distance from each other. That I needed to miss her but also I wanted her to miss me, and I also felt that she needed a rest from me”.

“What do you mean a rest from you?”

“I can be a very difficult person, sometimes I cannot even stand myself. And my mom despite her not always getting me, she did the best she could to make me feel that she loved me, that she supported me and that she would always be there for me. She is a terrific mother. It’s just that I felt that I couldn’t talk to her about certain things, but now I realize that I never gave her the chance. I could see her struggle in her face, to try to keep up with me. Anyway, now that I am far away we talk more. I am glad that at least I was right about that”.

In his case distance didn’t help with his relationship with the Batman, the situation was far more complicated. And yet, he still missed the only father figure he ever had.

“Will you ever go back home?”

(y/n) knew that eventually she would want to go home. If everything went well and she didn’t die for being the Oracle. Relatively speaking, the Oracle was one of the safest tasks in the superhero world, however anything could happen. This world was full of surprises and it wasn’t that easy to predict.

“Someday I might. For now I’ll stay here. You see Jason, here I have an objective, something I didn’t have back home. As dangerous as it might be, working with you guys is the best thing that has ever happened to me, I am useful, I am helping to make this world a better place. Not everything is perfect but nothing ever is. I don’t think I could go back to the way I was living”.

(y/n) glanced outside, it was night already, time for Jason to go to patrol.

“It’s getting late Jason, we should leave”. She left some money on the table, Jason stood up at the same time she did and left the restaurant together.

This time he insisted to accompany her home. They didn’t talk, Jason was thinking hard about all the things she said. How being the Oracle had gave her a goal, the relationship with her father, with her mother and he started to feel not only empathy, respect as well. It required courage to do what she did, to do what she was doing.

(y/n) didn’t mind that she had talked too much. She needed it, and Jason was all ears. Someone told her once that it was easier to talk to a stranger and now she found that it was correct.

They arrived to an apartment building made of brick.

“Here’s where I live. Thank you for walking me home and for listening to me”.

Jason opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, to her surprise, he hugged her. A long, strong hug. She reciprocated, and hugged him as tight as she could. Other thing that she didn’t know she missed, physical touch.

“Thank you for buying me dinner (y/n). And there’s nothing to thank, you did the same for me once. I just hope it helped you as much as it did to me. Have a good night”. With that he turned around and walked away to face the evilness he knew he would never conquer.

It did help Jason, you helped me too. (y/n) didn’t expect them to become friends or for him to consider her as such. But she hoped that this would be the beginning of something like an alliance. Whenever he needed someone to talk about subjects he couldn’t discuss with certain people, he could talk to her. And maybe, he could do the same thing for her, she wouldn’t expect it or demand it. But it would be nice, and she decided that for now, the thought of it was enough.

#jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dc comics #batman #batbrothers

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taeguboi · 7 years

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Heyy:)) Can I please have a BTS ship? I am 162cm tall and I have a dagger tattoo on my hand. I’m creative, outgoing, boy-ish, chill, protective, sarcastic, open minded, realistic, kind, but tbh, I have grown more cold lately. My hobbies r boxing, art, music, video gaming, editing, photography, cooking, sleeping, watching good movies. I looove huge hoodies, small cafes, dogs, late night walks in the city, candles, cozy beds, music-composing studios and different kinds of electronic products. I don’t like crowded places, the heat, drama and awkward situations. Thank you and please stay healthy❤️❤️❤️

I feel like the scenario part is much longer than usual but I could be imagining it! :P

I ship you with

Jimin

A protective girlfriend would be just what Jimin needs in his life, even if he doesn’t realize it yet! You would be the addition to his life that he never knew he needed!

You guys would meet in a town, even country, that neither of you live in at a local community center, both wanting to have an afternoon of normality, so you decide to have a little practice and hit the bags and Jimin would find any room with open space to bust some moves. It would be on your way out that evening that you come across each other -- Something about you would just captivate him and you’d eventually notice that this stranger is kind of just staring at you, to which you make a remark in order to attempt to ease the tension that you may be feeling, so something like “Woah, I didn’t realize people around here blink significantly less than back where I live” but you say it with a grin to show you’re not being completely cold.

Deciding to be bold for once in his life, he would apologize “I’m sorry, I’m not from around this area either, actually. It’s just... I don’t know, you just caught my eye” he’d admit, but would back down afterward a little like “Sorry, I’m just some stranger taking up your time. I’m going to head off, sorry.”

“Wait” you’d tell him as he begins to walk away and you’d wait for him to turn back round “I like making new friends” you’d tell him. He’d reply “Man, you’re killing me here! You’d honestly just see me as a friend?” he’d ask, a little disappointed.

“I don’t know...” you’d reply, taking the chance to drive up a hard bargain... “Maybe that depends...” you’d tease. “Depends? On...?” he’d ask but no reply from you until he’d realize “Okay, how about... And this is if you’re free of course... If I pay for us to go watch a movie, like right now... You give me your number in exchange?”

The offer is kind of a winning deal but nonetheless, you’d push a little further, since after all, he is a stranger just asking for your personal information “Hmm... tempting...” to which he butts in “Okay, not just the movie; I’ll pay for snacks, even coffee if you want some... Arcades?”

“Okay stranger...”

“Jimin. Park Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you correct yourself. “Deal” and as you shake hands with him, you introduce yourself also. “Hi, I’m [Y/N]”

And just like that, it seems you’ve got a date during your stay at this unfamiliar town, but you feel so comfortable as you enter the movie theater and he lets you choose the film and he sneaks in a cheeky arm around your waist as you decide what flavor slushie to order.

That film, you remember to be the best cinema experience you’ve had yet, but you’re unsure whether that’s really down to the film or the company you had. Dying to find out a little more about you, he’d tell you he knows a nice place nearby to chat over coffee, tea, whatever your preference is, and attempting to take you on a shortcut, it leads to quite a lengthy late night walk along the city, but you don’t mind this at all.

Instead of going to the place Jimin intended to take you, you decide to call it a night as you get near your hotel and you thank him for a fun evening and you finally return the ‘payment’ with that phone number.

On your final day in this city,you receive a very confusing text message after getting out of the shower “Come outside” Without having added his number into your phone, you know exactly how it is. Before further questioning the message and replying, you take a good look out of the window to take in the scenery one last time... but you spot a familiar figure near the entrance.

Not wanting to seem too eager, you decide to wait about 15 minutes before just heading straight down to leave the hotel -- “Hey, I realized we never ended up having coffee or going to the arcades” he smiles, leading the way.

It’s apparent that whatever this is will be short-lived but you guys make the most of that day, saying goodbye with a heavy heart as you share your first - and last - kiss.

...or is it the last, really?... [dark and mysterious oooh here’s a gif of Jimin’s thighs to represent the mystery ㅋㅋㅋ]

Back at home, you sort of just live life as normal, pursuing all your hobbies and dreams and whatnot. One of the ways in which you do these things are with the occasional late night class, and you just had to check out the music technology one. You’d spot a familiar face no sooner than halfway through your first class and you could swear you’re going nuts, but your thoughts are confirmed when the person approaches you after class.

It’d turn out you guys live in the sma eplace without realizing and just like that, regular contact is established, building a strong bond between the two of you as you continue to go out on these little ‘dates’ that don’t get labelled as that, until he properly confesses to you.

“I think it’s about time I opened up to you a bit more now... I really, really like you, and I have to know if my affections are returned...”

So what would a relationship with you and Jimin involve?

Nights in with movie marathons buried in baggy matching hoodies, the room lit only by fun scented candles, playfights during gaming sessions, cooking each other delicious food and always ensuring one another is eating well and living healthily and happily.

And then there’d be nights out in which there are constant selfies for each place you go to, often moving throughout the night to the least packed places so that the two of you can just about hear each other speak to one another, walking and dancing the night away until the two of you have fallen asleep on some couch in a club until closing time, appreciating home time deeply when you can finally crash at one of your houses because both of your beds are probably full of all the fluffiest pillows and comfiest blankets.

Even further down the line, there’d definitely be a dog that feels like part of your little family, whether you share that dog or it stays at just one of your houses; “Wanna get some fresh air with me and hang out at the park?” “Are you bringing the dog?” “Of course!”

And if you got to share a house with him, your guys’ place would be so snug and homely and it would have everything for any type of guest -- music, art, games, films, books... People would probably beg to crash at yours after a night out because I imagine you and Jimin just buying al the rugs, blankets, pillows, that just feel nice and fluffy... and oh my, wouldn’t Jimin just look the cutest all worn out dozing off on the sofa after a long day/night? Like you could just come home after the worst fucking day and it’d be cancelled out by how adorable your boyfriend looks!

Hope you liked your ship, I feel like I waffled on a bit haha

#bts ships #bts reactions #bts scenarios #jimin reaction #jimin scenario #bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bangta boys #submission

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aslanjadecarlyle · 4 years

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book review: call me by your name

note: I posted this review on Goodreads in September of 2019. I’ve considered posting it here too, and finally caved.

enjoy.

My Review: (Edited To Add: When I first read this book, I, at the very least, thought that the author, Andre Aciman, was part of the LGBT+ community, but... NOPE! Asshole is a fucking STRAIGHT MAN. MOTHERFUCK.) And the most disappointing read of the year goes to...

Lads, I hated this book. Absolutely fucking hated it. Hated it, hated it, hated it. Words cannot describe how much I fucking regret reading this book — it just might be one of the worst books I have /ever/ read. I literally cannot deal. There were a few different reasons why I hated this book, all of which I will go into, but there was one reason why I hated it most of all, and I’ll put that reason here: Elio. I. COULD. NOT. STAND. HIM. OH MY GOD. This asshole. Full disclosure, before I go on, I am asexual as fuck. I do not feel sexual attraction, never have, probably never will. I am also sex-repulsed — However, I AM sex-positive. Normally, I do not give a single fuck what people do in their sex lives as long as everything is legal and consensual, and as long as it doesn’t involve me. However, this little asshole was a motherfucking CREEP. I get it. He’s 17. Most 17 year olds who actually do feel sexual attraction are horny as fuck, all day, every day. They probably, like, look up porn and shit — before PornHub, there was Playboy. Can’t relate, but okay. It’s whatever. BUT THAT DOES NOT EXCUSE ANY OF WHAT THIS KID DID. (Pretty big spoilers from here on out, heyo). Right, so he pretty much starts lusting after Oliver 0.2 seconds after meeting the dude. It is literally your textbook definition of instalust, and if you looked it up in the dictionary you would see Elio’s face (do we ever even learn his last name???) in the dictionary. He starts fantasizing about Oliver’s cock right off the bat. Fine. Creepy, but whatever. I thought his little comment comparing Oliver’s ass and balls to an apricot was pretty cringey (he literally went as far as to call it Oliver’s “apricock”), but I would EASILY take a million apricocks over the bullfuckery (no pun intended) that happens next. But first, before we even get into the cringey sex shit, I would like to point out that there is a point somewhere in the beginning part of this book where Elio literally wishes that, “Oliver was a cripple in a wheelchair so he couldn’t run away.” If that’s not the direct quote, it’s pretty damn close. UMMM. Nice dose of casual ableism there, but okay. Moving on. Okay, so basically the context of the relationship is that Elio is a kid from Italy, and during the summer his parents run a vacation home. They rent out some rooms in the house, including Elio’s bedroom (he temporarily moves into a smaller spare bedroom whenever this happens). Oliver is an American and he’s vacationing in Italy for like 6 weeks, so they rent out Elio’s room and he moves into the spare during this time. Fantastic. So, pretty quickly after Oliver moves in for the summer, Elio catches him wearing swim trunks. Totally normal, it’s summer, it’s hot, and Oliver is staying at a resort near the beach. He is totally justified in wearing swim trunks during this time. Except Elio takes things to a whole new damn level, and after seeing Oliver in these evidently very sexy swim trunks, he sneaks into Oliver’s room. His justification of this very brilliant decision is basically, “Well, it’s actually MY room and he’s just borrowing it so I am TOTALLY JUSTIFIED in going through his belongings.” Right. Anyway, so this kid starts snooping through Oliver’s room (I will be calling it Oliver’s room during this review since he’s renting it). He starts snooping through their guest’s clothes and shit, starts going through his closet... and, lo and behold, what is the very first thing Elio finds in said closet? The very smexy swim trunks. (They’re red, in case you wanted to know). And so. What does Elio do upon finding these sexy red swim trunks? This absolute treasure among treasures? First, he takes the swim trunks out of the closet. And then... He :) holds the swim trunks up to his face :) and INHALES the scent of the inside of the crotch area :) where Oliver’s dick goes. :) BONUS POINTS: He also narrates that he wishes! he could find! “some sort of bodily fluid or a pubic hair!” 😍 I mean, what a guy, hey? *TV Announcer Voice* BUT! THAT’S! NOT! ALL! So while Elio is in Oliver’s room, he, naturally, has to strip naked and try on Oliver’s swim trunks. Because that is very clearly the next step in creepiness after inhaling some random dude’s cock-smelling swim trunks like it’s a goddamn Yankee candle. But that’s not even the weirdest thing that happens. I can’t remember if this happened before, during, or after Elio tried on the trunks (this entire scene was a goddamn nightmare — one of many), but at some point before leaving Oliver’s room, Elio gets on the bed, finds a pillow that Oliver brought with him, and :) dry humps :) the goddamn thing. :) Literally puts it between his legs and rides it out like a goddamn pony. Why I didn’t stop reading at that point, I will never know, but sometime after all this happens, a sort-of relationship forms between Elio and Oliver (more like a summer fling). I have no idea what Italy’s age of consent laws are, so that’s really not my place to say — I don’t want to seem like I’m defending the situation, and I know that most of my rant has been about Elio, but I just... the whole situation is really hard to judge, in my opinion. Oliver’s in his early 20s so the age gap isn’t HUGE huge, but he is American while Elio is Italian, different countries with different laws, so like... that further muddies the age of consent shit. But, even if the ages WEREN’T a problem, the relationship itself is a goddamn train wreck. Overthinking it all highkey stresses me out. Instead, Imma just tell y’all about an ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING thing that happened afterwards because WHAT THE FUCK. WHY WAS THIS IN A FUCKING BOOK. OH MY GOD. (I feel like I’m radiating strong Gus from How To Be A Normal Person vibes right now and, honestly, I need my inner Gus to get me through this shit because WHAT THE FUCK). So, they hook up and have sex for the first time. Whatever. I don’t even know what the fuck happened because, honestly, the writing style was not the best (I’ll rant about that later, if I make it through this shit) and they did this thing where they called each other by each other’s names during sex (which is, I guess, where the title comes from — hardy har har). The idea is fine in retrospect, but between the name-swapping and the shitty writing style, the scene overall was very confusing to read. All I got out of it was that Elio bottomed and Oliver topped. (<—— Almost accidentally typed Gus there and, um, Gustavo Tiberius deserves better than that. I am so sorry, Gus). After they have sex, Elio starts to question whether that was a good idea, whether he was actually into Oliver like that, etc., etc.. And at some point during all of this — I don’t even know how or why this became a thing — he ends up fucking a peach. You read that right. He :) fucks :) a :) peach. :) Like, I’m talking, splits it open and just! shoves his cock right on through! He even cums in the damn thing! ... And, like, I have never seen the movie, but I looked it up, AND THAT SCENE IS IN THE GODDAMN MOVIE. LITERALLY COMES UP AS “THE PEACH SCENE.” WHY. WHY. WHY. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY. What kind of American Pie, 50 Shades bullshit did I just read AND WHY DID ABSOLUTELY NO ONE WARN ME ABOUT IT. Oh, and, uh, Oliver eats the peach. Just. Gobbles that thing up like it’s his favorite piece of goddamn candy. At that point, my soul just kinda detached itself from my body and plummeted straight into hell. I have become numb to any sort of emotion, and I am never touching a goddamn peach ever again, oh my god. So um. Yeah. Outside of the creepy sex shit and questionable age shit, the book was actually boring as fuck. I thought I would actually like the Italian setting, but nope! Outside of being traumatized, I have absolutely no recollection of what happens after Oliver and Elio go to Rome together. All I remember is that I’m pretty sure the ending was bullshit. And the writing style was Not Great either. The author tried SO HARD to be stupidly poetic and it absolutely did not work in the goddamn slightest (especially during the sex scenes, with fruit and otherwise). The paragraphs were super long and rambling, and the author went through patches of writing where he just. Straight up did not break the paragraphs at all when a conversation happened. I read whole paragraphs where I had no idea who was talking because it went back and forth so much. I have no idea if that was done as a stylistic choice, but it was bullshit and I’m judging everyone who liked it. Why??? Did this??? Goddamn book??? Become a movie??? I have never wanted to roundhouse kick a book into the goddamn ocean so badly. I regret ever buying it. I regret not stopping after the goddamn swim trunks shit. I want my money back. In conclusion, to sum up this goddam monstrosity of a book: WHY. (If you want better LGBT+ books, please consider reading How To Be A Normal Person by T.J. Klune, A Light Amongst Shadows by Kelley York & Rowan Altwood, or A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice & Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, just to name a few. They are all SO much better than this goddamn... experience... and do not include questionable age laws. And also, the first two titles are written by indie authors who are part of the LGBT+ community!).

#call me by your name #cmbyn #book review #FUCK this book

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cupcakelord69 · 7 years

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I’m bored, so why not?

200: My crush’s name is: My girlfriend’s name 199: I was born in: Irvine, CA 198: I am really: empathetic 197: My cellphone company is: Verizon 196: My eye color is: Green 195: My shoe size is: 9? 194: My ring size is: Hell if I know 193: My height is: 5′9 192: I am allergic to: Nuts, cats 191: My 1st car was: Nissan Altima 190: My 1st job was: Blaze Pizza 189: Last book you read: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz 188: My bed is: Super comfy 187: My pet: I have two betta fish 186: My best friend: My girlfriend and my other best friend 185: My favorite shampoo is: Whatever gets the job done 184: Xbox or ps3: Gameboy 183: Piggy banks are: Somewhat useful 182: In my pockets: I carry everything I own, when I’m wearing my EMT pants, which have 9 pockets! 181: On my calendar: Is all my homework 180: Marriage is: Cool if you find the right person and have realistic expectations 179: Spongebob can: Disappear 178: My mom: The reason I have PTSD 177: The last three songs I bought were? Ricochet, Dark on Me, Air Force Song 176: Last YouTube video watched: Marijuana by John Oliver 175: How many cousins do you have? Hell if I know 174: Do you have any siblings? Yes, one step sister and two younger siblings 173: Are your parents divorced? Yes 172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes 171: Do you play an instrument? Yes, guitar 170: What did you do yesterday? I took a trip to the city to buy a new uniform [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: No, but I believe that your souls can recognize each other on first sight, which is a breeding ground for love 168: Luck: Yes 167: Fate: Somewhat 166: Yourself: Hell yeah, even when no one else does 165: Aliens: It’s possible with the size of our universe 164: Heaven: I believe we go some place nice when we die, but I don’t believe it is segregated into heaven and hell; we all deserve to find peace if we did good things in life 163: Hell: I don’t believe in hell either, but I believe there will be some type of temporary punishment for genuinely bad people; I have no power to tell who a bad person is though 162: God: No, we have morality born inside us and the power to do amazing things; we don’t need a God for that 161: Horoscopes: No 160: Soul mates: Yes; I believe that souls can know one another and be meant for each other 159: Ghosts: Maybe? 158: Gay Marriage: Fuck yeah 157: War: It is useless and a waste of life and resources 156: Orbs: No 155: Magic: I wish I could [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: Kisses 153: Drunk or High: High 152: Phone or Online: Online 151: Red heads or Black haired: Black 150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes 149: Hot or cold: Cold 148: Summer or winter: Winter 147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn 146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla 145: Night or Day: Night 144: Oranges or Apples: Apples 143: Curly or Straight hair: No preference 142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White 140: Mac or PC: PC 139: Flip flops or high heals: Flip flops 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor, like I am already 137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke 136: Hillary or Obama: Obama 135: Burried or cremated: Cremated 134: Singing or Dancing: Singing 133: Coach or Chanel: No preference 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: No preference 131: Small town or Big city: Small town 130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler 128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure 127: East Coast or West Coast: East Coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: Neither, bring me fucking normal food and I’ll be happy 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney 123: Yankees or Red Sox: No preference [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: It is ridiculous that we kill to make peace 121: George Bush: Dumbass but better than our current president 120: Gay Marriage: It should be no different than other types of marraige 119: The presidential election: *Drinks an entire bottle of whiskey before I’m able to answer this question* 118: Abortion: It is a woman’s right to decide her future, including whether or not she will have a child 117: MySpace: Forgot it existed 116: Reality TV: Idiotic and slightly entertaining 115: Parents: I have mixed feelings on this one because my parents are polar opposites 114: Back stabbers: Petty 113: Ebay: A more expensive and competitive version of Amazon 112: Facebook: The thing that everyone has and no one really wanted in the first place, but its there anyways 111: Work: Can be nice if you do something productive and that you are passionate about 110: My Neighbors: I never really see them 109: Gas Prices: WAY too high 108: Designer Clothes: Too expensive but I can appreciate that they look good sometimes 107: College: The most expensive thing on this list; Great concept; Shitty exectution 106: Sports: Receives way too much of my college tuition 105: My family: Most of them are great people 104: The future: Hoping for the best, preparing for anything, loving every minute of it [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: A few minutes ago 102: Last time you ate: A few hours ago 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: A few days ago 100: Cried in front of someone: A few weeks ago 99: Went to a movie theater: Last Tuesday to see PowerRangers 98: Took a vacation: November 2016, Pennslyvania 97: Swam in a pool: A month ago 96: Changed a diaper: October, 2016 95: Got my nails done: Two years ago? 94: Went to a wedding: 2012 93: Broke a bone: Collarbone(2005); Finger(2016) 92: Got a peircing: Never 91: Broke the law: Never 90: Texted: A few minutes ago [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: My girlfriend 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My dogs 87: The last movie I saw: Power Rangers 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Having a cool job and helping people 85: The thing im not looking forward to: Paying more bills 84: People call me: Pretzel 83: The most difficult thing to do is: Feel what someone else is feeling and love them all the same 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Nope 81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo 80: The first person i talked to today was: My best friend 79: First time you had a crush: In the 4th grade, I had a crush on my childhood best friend 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: My girlfriend 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: A few minutes ago 76: Right now I am talking to: No one 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Work for the EPA (if it still exists by the time I graduate college) 74: I have/will get a job: In environmental sustainability or healthcare 73: Tomorrow: I have class 72: Today: I had class 71: Next Summer: I will still have fucking class 70: Next Weekend: Is Easter...and I’m doing nothing for it 69: I have these pets: 2 Boston terriers; 1 Betta Fish 68: The worst sound in the world: High pitched drilling 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: My mom 66: People that make you happy: I have already listed them many times 65: Last time I cried: Last night 64: My friends are: The best 63: My computer is: One of my friends 62: My School: Somewhere in Utah 61: My Car: A crappy 90′s car that still works better than the American government right now 60: I lose all respect for people who: Lie 59: The movie I cried at was: I can’t remember 58: Your hair color is: Brown 57: TV shows you watch: Parks and Rec 56: Favorite web site: No preference 55: Your dream vacation: Anywhere were there is not a lot of people, a cool culture to explore, and good food 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: When my spleen exploded 53: How do you like your steak cooked: Medium 52: My room is: Clean? 51: My favorite celebrity is: Emma Watson 50: Where would you like to be: In someone’s arms 49: Do you want children: Yeah, eventually 48: Ever been in love: Of course 47: Who’s your best friend: I feel like I already answered this question 46: More guy friends or girl friends: Guy friends 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Love 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My grandma 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: Sort of 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Nope 41: Have you pre-named your children: No... 40: Last person I got mad at: My mom 39: I would like to move to: Washington 38: I wish I was a professional: Doctor [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: Pixie Stix 36: Vehicle: Audi 35: President: Obama 34: State visited: Utah 33: Cellphone provider: Verizon 32: Athlete: No preference 31: Actor: Tom Hiddlestone 30: Actress: Aubrey Plaza 29: Singer: Pentatonix 28: Band: Too many to pick one 27: Clothing store: Banana Republic 26: Grocery store: Smiths 25: TV show: Parks and Rec 24: Movie: Krampus 23: Website: Netflix 22: Animal: Dogs, dolphins 21: Theme park: Seaworld 20: Holiday: Halloween 19: Sport to watch: Volleyball 18: Sport to play: Rock climbing 17: Magazine: I don’t read magazines 16: Book: All Quiet on the Western Front, The Bell Jar; I love books, so this is a difficult one to pick a favorite in 15: Day of the week: Not Monday 14: Beach: Black sand beach in Costa Rica 13: Concert attended: Black Label Society 12: Thing to cook: Vegetable Dishes with Pasta or Rice 11: Food: Ramen 10: Restaurant: Any place that serves amazing ramen 9: Radio station: 91.X 8: Yankee candle scent: Apple Pie 7: Perfume: None, I fucking hate perfume 6: Flower: Sunflower 5: Color: Indigo 4: Talk show host: John Oliver 3: Comedian: Trevor Noah 2: Dog breed: Boston Terrier 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes, I wouldn’t go through all this trouble just to lie

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