he is enraptured and in love

anonymous asked:

What's the story behind swan lake?

swan lake starts out with the prince seigfried with his hilariously stupid name.

his mother is the queen of some unnamed kingdom, and on his birthday she not only gives him a crossbow, which is apparently common in quasi victorian times, but she also reminds him that since he is 21 and like an adult now that he needs to have some responsibilities. these include governing the kingdom and taking a wife, because you know, WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS.

so he’s all like “gosh mom okay whatever i get it” and goes out with some of his broskies to go hunting with his new crossbow. he goes running after some swan and gets separated from his buds. the swan actually morphs into a woman and she’s all like “damn son please don’t shoot me”

he’s all like “man girlfriend you so fine but you’re like half swan and that’s kind of weird what’s your story?”

she tells him that her name is odette and shes a princess turned into a swan by a vengeful sorcerer rothbart who apparently has nothing better to do than torture young ladies, and trapped her and her swan maidens on a lake made out of her mother’s tears and they’re all pretty upset about it

at this point there is a lot of dancing of the swans which is probably the most memorable and gorgeous part of the ballet, but has absolutely nothing to do with the story other than being like “damn these girls are swans”

she’s all like “hey the only way i can get to be a real human again and save all my swan lady sisters is for a man to fall in love with me and swear it to the world”

and despite having known her and danced with her for only like 20 minutes by now he’s all like “oh course ill do that for you bae, in fact my mom is having a ball tonight you should come we’ll do it then”

von rothbart, who is listening in, is all like “hell no am i letting my swan bbs go” and he starts to concoct a plan to fuck up their love swearing shindig

act three flashes forward to the next night, with the ball. seigfried’s queen mom has brought all these eligible princesses from neighboring kingdoms to try to egg him on like “please get married already.” all the princesses are of course into it because hey, cute prince, and they all try to do their best dancing for him to remind him that they are the most marry-able

they dance with their entourages in a lot of traditional dances, like the hungarian czardas, until BOOM INTERRUPTION

in busts odette, or who we think is odette, and some dude. turns out rothbart has used his magic to tranform his daughter odile to look like odette, but she is a black swan, instead of a white swan.

this sassy bitch dances with seigfried and he’s completely enraptured- he totally thinks this is the same swan lady from the other night. she’s such a boss ass bitch with her rad thirty two fouettes and her like mad gorgeousness that he is completely convinced that she is odette, and of course he goes in front of everyone to swear his motherfucking love TO THE WRONG GIRL

this is the terrible moment where we see odette frantically flying at the window, and he realizes THAT HE HAS MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE

odile and rothbart laugh it up and leave in a flash of smoke because they think that odette is now going to be a swan forever with her swan girlfriends and seigfried busts out to there to go look for her

he gets to the lake and odette is in tears, surrounded and protected by her flock, who don’t want to let this dude in. she listens to his plea and forgives him

then she decides that the only way to free her flock of swans is to kill herself, and she leaps off the cliff into the lake, drowning herself, despite the fact that SHE IS A BIRD AND SWAN CAN SWIM, and seigfried, unable to live without her and wracked with guilt, follows her and jumps to his death.

with the two’s selfless death and eternal love, the swans are freed from their bondage and rothbart dies, as we see their eternal souls floating over in the horizon.

(in some versions, the two promise o jump off the cliff and the romise in and off itself frees the swans so nobody has to die, and in some versions, they fight rothbart and kill him, and in other versions, only odette dies, so i can see how this might get confusing)

*shuts story book* and that’s the ballet of swan lake

Because everyone should love themselves, and they shouldn’t strive for perfection.
—  Harry Styles, after a brief pause when asked why the boobs on his mermaid tattoo were saggy. He could’ve been glib. He could’ve laughed. He could’ve just said, “I don’t know.” But he paused. And he thought. And he said this. And this is why he is so, so special.

It seemed just your luck to have rented an apartment directly above a group of cultists.  

You’ve lost count of hearing their inane, rhythmic chanting below your floorboards and the faint flicker of candles around an elaborate chalk circle. You’ve complained numerous times before, but every time they’ve greeted you at the doorway in their draping red hoods, solemn-faced and muttering about bringing the ‘Great Old Ones’ back.  

For all the macabre airs that surrounded the place, the rent was cheap. Impossibly cheap. At first, you had been elated by such a turn of luck after you’d been so suddenly thrust into the adult world with both a job and school to juggle, but by now you knew why tenancy changed so quickly. But there was no way you’d be able to find another apartment this cheap. So you just tried to ignore the strangeness that lingered around you by immersing yourself in the real world outside your door, silently dreading the moments where you would have to return home.  Any other person would have turned heels long ago, but you’re just too stubborn to leave. It’s your home. You feel a sense of protective belonging over it, almost as if it’s your responsibility. 

You’ve come to expect the unusual from your living circumstances.  

     However, what you would have never expected would be a loud, unearthly rumbling that would send you sprawling to the ground, where the muted screams of cultists to waver up through the cracks in the floorboards. 

After the initial shock, apathy and exasperation set in. 

Damn it. After so many failed rituals and chants, so many nights spent reading spells from mind-destroying ancient tomes, they’ve actually done it. 

Well, at least you won’t have to deal with your downstairs neighbors anymore, you remind yourself hopefully. 

The journey down the stairs is a dark, tepid one where you blindly grope the spiraling banister, feeling as if something is just going to jump out at you like a overused horror movie cliche. Even though you try and convince yourself otherwise- damn it, you’re an adult, you shouldn’t be afraid of these things- the fear till lingers. 

The first thing you notice is the immense heat that blasts onto your face, sending trails of condensation down your already pale brow. It’ unusual because their heat is turned off all the time, even in the depths of winter. The only heat source down there is candlelight for when they carry out their unearthly rituals. But now it feels like you’re in the boiler room of the apartment block, walls almost scalding to touch. 

A smeared chalk pentacle glimmers in the shivering light of a single candle in the center of the room, it’s siblings long since extinguished. Everything in the room is scattered and overturned, the wooden floorboards blackened, but curiously not burnt. It’s as if some massive, invisible explosion has take place. The musty air is already making you nervous- something lingers in it, something that you already have the sense to know is not of this earth, that every cell i your body screams to get out of. There’s no trace of your neighbors anywhere. But you can’t help but feel as if you’re not alone, as if something is watching you from the shadows.

Maturity tells you to call the police. But you’ve tried that in the past, and nothing has ever really come from it. And if you tried describing what was down here, you were sure that they would hang up on you as a prank call. 

There’s a patter of movement from behind you. Noticing something sharp glinting from across the floor, you scrabble down to grab it, to try and protect yourself.

There’s a low clicking growl from the darkness. You feel ready to pass out from fear at any moment. You grip the knife shakily in your hand, but somehow feel even more helpless. Even when shrouded in darkness, you know that you’re powerless against whatever faces you. 

      With a shrieking cackle, something massive launches itself from the darkness with flashing white eyes and a fanged mouth trailing viscous saliva. You wait for death, but find it curiously absent. You look down to see the thing feeding on something else, and yourself completely unharmed. 

It’s a massive mass of pulsating tentacles from the waist down, slithering across the floor on them like some giant demented octopus. Above, it’s a bony white mockery of the human form, scales trailing down it’s spiky spine. Seeing it’s arms flex as it tears into it’s meal, it’s a lot more muscular than you thought. Around it’s head, you see a familiar robed hand, half-clutching a hammer. A hand that belonged to someone, one of the cultists, who was going to bring it down on you and use you as a human sacrifice. 

With a dawning shock, you realize that whatever this thing is, it just saved you. 

You move hesitantly towards it and it’s head whips around, glowing eyes burning right into your rigid form. It looks at you in a way you’ve never seen anyone look at you before, so intently, so longingly. It softens you to sympathy towards it, instead of screaming at the sight of it. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

You cringe at how ridiculous you must sound. You don’t even know if it can understand what you’re even saying, or if you’re really just the light snack for it after the heavy dinner of loyal cultists. Much to your surprise, it understands. A low longing growl coils out from it’s throat. It’s not even human, but you somehow feel closer to it than you’ve ever felt to any fellow member of your species. There’s more than that. You see it in it’s whole stance, aching familiar- it’s lonely.

Lonely- just like you. 

Overwhelmed by the situation, you make a quick run for upstairs. But as you’re midway up the staircase, you hear a low squelching sound. Whatever it is, it’s not about to leave you. 

     That evening was how you found yourself saddled with an unusual new roommate. He didn’t have an exact name, well at least not in human language. The most you had gotten out of him was a high-pitched series of clicks and ear-splitting squeals. 

Despite all odds, you two had somehow become amicable. True, he practically ate you out of house and home, but he was always there to listen to your day and silently comfort you from your stresses, wrapping his tentacles around you in a slimy hug. 

There were the few annoyances- while most roommates had to deal with their stuff being borrowed without permission, or not doing chores, you had to stop yours from eating neighborhood cats. 

It was nice having someone to come home to- even if that someone was actually something that was from another dimension all together. It was still nice.

Still, the memory of that night played on your mind- why had he saved you from becoming a sacrifice? Why hadn’t he just devoured you like he had with everyone else?

You sat half-curled up on the couch, a stack of junk food seated in your lap, more for him than it is for you. Beside you was your laptop. If there was anything that you loved about the new routine, it was movie night. It was a night where you could just lose yourself and forget the stresses of the world. You were so used to watching movies alone, but now you had someone else to enjoy them with. 

And you had to admit,  it was oddly endearing to see a tentacled, eldritch beast enjoy watching animated children’s movies. He shifted beside you, clawed hands shifting against the fabric of the duvet you’d put over to protect the couch from further damage. He was enraptured by the screen, toothy mouthed stretched into a wide grin. He loved movie night just as much as you did, already devouring half the stack of snacks. But you don’t mind.

Somehow you didn’t focus on the movie like you thought you would. Your mind slipped away from the action onscreen, becoming more wistful. You kept thinking about that night, about the ritual gone wrong. 

“Hey,” you suddenly remarked, “I just realized something.” 

His head instantly whipped around from the bright illumination of the screen within the dimmed room. 

“Mrnnnh?” came his curious growl. 

You suppressed a laugh at how truly catlike this hideous, tentacled monstrosity could be. 

“Two months since we met, and we moved in. I think it calls for some kind of celebration.” 

You paused. 

“I’ve…I’ve just been thinking…” 

He leaned in, both curious and concerned, sensing your obvious hesitancy. You force yourself to exhale. 

“That night…what was it about me? Everyone else…you devoured. But you left me alive. You saved me. Why? Why me?” 

The creature goes quiet. You already feel as if you’ve made a terrible mistake and feel like gingerly trying to switch the topic of conversation. But he shifts over the couch, slightly creaking it with his own immense stature.

“I…wanted to devour…wanted to devour everyone…but…” he growls in a deep, grating tone. 

His head tilts downwards towards you, making you feel absolutely tiny in the shadow of his presence. 

“…I… don’t want to eat…you. You…not meat to me.” 

He pauses for a minute, as if struggling what to say. 

”You…mean..more…to me…than…just meat.” 

You’re so shocked by the brevity of his words that it only dawns on you a few minutes later that it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him speak human words.

Squeezing back the few tears that brim within the glassy corners of your eyes, you draw close to him, allowing yourself to be embraced by his long arms. His touch is almost crushing, you know if he really tried, he could rip you apart, but you feel nothing but comfort. 

“Thank you.” you murmured softly. 

Your monster smiles down at you, revealing an array of sharp teeth, arranged in a welcoming, loving smile. 

Jack and Bitty’s daughter isn’t into hockey. She doesn’t like baking too much, and isn’t really fond of many sports. She doesn’t take to art like Auntie Lardo and though shes never forgotten a word Uncle Crappy’s told her she can’t really say she wants to be an activist. Not a poet like Uncle Nursey or a computer engineer like Uncle Dex

No, their daughter fell in love with history. Jack completely let it slide that his child was not a fan of hockey (not that she can’t spout immediate hockey stats and size people up on the spot, that’s just not happening in her house hold) because one, that’s his kid and he would never put his legacy on her shoulders because he knows what that feels like, but also two, he fucking loved History and the fact that his baby hit the ground running with it possibly has him in tears when she says she wants to know more

Bitty is constantly touched by the fact that two of his favourite people in the entire world will sit together for hours, enraptured by a documentary on World War II or the Indus Valley Civilization (their daughter is fascinated by ancient history while young and modern history as she gets older), curled up together and then be able to discuss it afterwards. He makes them pie for the after documentary discussion because it always ends up being a long one, and he kneads dough with his baby girl sitting on the counter telling him about ancient writings as Jack corrects and quizzes her

pls don’t make me write this I need the fic

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Summary:  Shy boy loves the attention || nsfw || stripper!seb x reader 

Warnings: seb being a tease, strip club, stripping

Note: Here is Stripper!Seb!!! :) Song mentioned is Shameless by the Weeknd. I highly recommend you listen to it. This is, shit I’m sorry.

I might write a part two to this if you all like it/want me to finish it

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Adrien’s Game 2.5: The Ball’s In Your Court, Nino

If you’ve read my previous posts “The Evolution of Adrien’s Game” and “The A-mew-sing Sequel”, you’ll know that:

A: I’m being forced to rest until my bronchitis is gone, so I can’t sew
B: My creativity is suffering so, therefore, I’m making crack posts
C: I have a warped sense of humor

This one’s gonna be an in-between because “Animan” is where Adrien’s game truly shines!  Unfortunately, he uses it to coach Nino into trying to get a date with Marinette.  Go with what you know, I guess.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Alternatively titled: Adrien Flirts With Marinette Through His Bestie

  • Can we all just agree that Adrien giving Nino advice on how to score with Marinette is the cutest thing ever?
  • Nino literally tells Adrien this crush came out of nowhere.
  • Adrien’s all “yeah dude, IKR?!”
  • If I were you, I wouldn’t look so smug, Junior.  
  • Phase 1 of Operation: “Clueless Dorks” uh I mean “Give Nino the Confidence to Ask Alya Out Instea–” er…you know what?  We’ll just call it Phase 1.
  • PHASE 1
  • Ask Mari out on a date.
  • No, not me.  YOU.

See how this trainwreck goes below the cut!

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anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio being protective of MC?

I hope you like this anon! btw as much as I like vanderwood, I have no idea how to write him and feel like I won’t do justice if I did so i’ll have to leave him out for this one, sorry. If I do learn how to write him i’ll include him in my future scenarios btw I feel like I went to far from what’s supposed to be yikes, i tried to show different kinds of protectiveness though!


YOOSUNG

  • Yoosung was ecstastic because MC would be visiting his university to write a report about 
  • “I’m confused MC what’s this for again?”
  • “I’m telling you Yoosung, I need a survey from universities nearby. Why? You don’t want me to visit?”
  • “Of course I want! It’s just I can’t believe you’d pick my school when there’s one much closer to yours”
  • “Silly, it’s scary going to an unknown university alone. Knowing you’d be there puts me to ease” 
  • She kissed his cheek as he sighed in content
  • The following day, Yoosung waited for MC, giddy but anxious
  • But she didn’t really come on the time she said she would be going
  • So he looked for her
  • And he found her talking to some of his friends 
  • They were all crowding her as she happily talked to them
  • He felt himself go itchy seeing the scene but willed it away
  • But when one of his friends grabbed a hold of her hand muttering a “You’re beautiful”, he quickly got to her side and placed his arm around her shoulder
  • “I see you’ve met my girlfriend”
  • He made sure to emphasize on the word as his friends stared at him in bewilderment
  • “She’s your girlfriend? Oh sorry bro I didn’t mean to-”
  • “Yeah yeah it’s totally cool I just wanted you guys to know”
  • They put their hands up as they snickered at how jealous he’s becoming
  • Yoosung turned her around as they started walking the other direction, waving his hand 
  • Once they got to a deserted hallway he pinned her to the wall
  • Grasping his hands on her hips he started making out with her
  • You’re mine” He growled
  • “Yoosung” she said breathless against him as he started attacking her neck with kisses
  • “Yoosung what are you doing”
  • “Showing them who you belong to”
  • He gave her one last hard kiss as he pulled on her hand 
  • “Cmon, you still have a report to make”
  • “You can’t just do that!”

ZEN

  • Zen wanted to take MC as his plus one in the party celebrating the success of the musical he was in
  • She was dressed in a slightly revealing dress and when she came out Zen had his mouth hung low
  • Placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone he said
  • “Don’t tempt me tonight, Babe”
  • Booping on his nose she slightly pushed him away
  • “Whoa there control yourself”
  • Zen pouted as they drove to their destination
  • There were many people, the crew included
  • Zen was actually mingling alot with the people around so he kind of left MC
  • She was slightly mad but she knows he means no harm
  • But she was quite bored 
  • So she took a few drinks and was starting to have fun with the company of other people
  • Zen was still nowhere to be found
  • One guy found his way to her and started talking to her
  • He was alright and didn’t look like he would do something bad so they talked nearly all night
  • With each passing minute MC kept drinking and before she knew it she was buzzed
  • She was faltering in her steps as the guy steadied her
  • “You know what you’re a cute little drunk lady. Do you want to come home with me?” He smirked
  • MC felt disgusted and pushed him off 
  • She then felt strong arms around her as she was pulled towards Zen’s body
  • “This cute little drunk lady is with me” The intensity of his glare made MC shrink back a bit
  • “If you so ever lay another hand on her I will ruin you, do you understand?”
  • The guy gulped as he left
  • “Now cmon little lady, you made me worry tonight”

JUMIN:

  • MC was in his office again
  • I mean what can she say? It was quite boring to be in the penthouse all day
  • She was acually roaming around the building and was greeting people wherever she goes
  • They all adore her
  • They all adore her to the point where MC starts receiving these mysterious flowers
  • She doesn’t know where it comes from but it always appears in her desk in her own little personal office Jumin made especially for her
  • She thought it was Jumin who sent them but when she asked if he went to a florist that day he was only confused
  • These flowers even had notes in them like
  • ‘You are beautiful’
  • ‘The brightness of the sun cannot compare to you’
  • ‘You capture the hearts of many, and I am enraptured by you’
  • She thought it was pretty sweet but it felt awkward coming from another person
  • So she was trying to find out who this was, going around trying to find possible clues
  • Jumin noticed her odd actions thought and confronted her about it
  • She was slightly embarassed to be honest
  • “Um.. its just i’ve been trying to find out who keeps giving me these flowers”
  • Jumin stared at her blankly
  • Someone was… giving her flowers?
  • A sudden possesiveness came over him
  • Someone was sending his love flowers. Only he can do something as intimate
  • So when he told MC to check the CCTV she slapped a hand to her face for not thinking about it earlier
  • So they were rewinding tapes and Jumin would not go back to his duties until the culprit was found
  • This guy doesn’t give flowers to someone’s beloved and get away from it, no
  • So they caught this guy and Jumin confronted him telling him to stay away from MC and that she was his and his only
  • Everyday after that, Jumin would send her the most extravagant of bouquets 

JAEHEE:

  • Jaehee and MC were working in their coffee shop when a bunch of rowdy customers came in
  • They were really causing a ruckus and everyone was getting annoyed
  • But MC still had to accomodate them
  • They starting snickering at her when she came over
  • “She’s so ugly” one said
  • MC was suddenly aware of how she looked and how she acted
  • She was feeling really insecure as she clenched her fist, willing her tears away
  • But still she put a brave smile on
  • “What would you guys want to have?” She asked
  • “Hm, we’ll have the other waitress please” 
  • The group laughed and high fived each other as MC looked down
  • Soon arms wrapped around her shoulders as Jaehee stood menacingly towards them
  • They slightly cowarded at the look she was giving them as Jaehee spoke in a firm, commanding voice
  • “If you want to speak like that to the people working here then you will never be welcome back to this place. MC is the owner of this cafe and I would not tolerate your harsh words towards her, now pick your bags up and leave this instance” 
  • MC could tell Jaehee was holding back and when the group scurried over to the door, one gave them a look before sticking their tongue out and walking away
  • Jaehee’s glasses broke as she strated marching, wanting to judo them into oblivion
  • MC grabbed her wrist to stop her and kissed her cheek
  • “Thank you for saving me”
  • “Of course, MC. I would never let them do anything to you”
  • The next following days, Jaehee had been watching each and every customer MC served like a hawk
  • And everytime there was someone remotely rude to her she was sure to come and give them a piece of their mind

SEVEN:

  • They were at at disneyland celebrating their anniversary
  • MC loved the fact that Seven really does go out of his way when he really wants to
  • He was supposed to be working on something important but told her he would come on a condition that she would let him work sometime of the day while they were there
  • MC agreed because she understood the weight of his task 
  • So here they are, hand in hand struting along
  • They were having fun, playing games and riding different kinds of rides
  • MC loved taking pictures with the mascots
  • She especially loved taking pictures with mickey
  • He was actually very… clingy
  • But MC being oblivious paid no mind
  • He would link his arm around hers and they would walk together
  • Seven could almost feel the smirk behind the mask
  • They both kind of fought for MC
  • Mickey stayed with them for a duration of time and he would actually hold her hand
  • MC thought it was super cute 
  • Seven then decided to grab her other hand and kiss it, making her laugh by cracking some jokes
  • Then mickey bent down a bit and pointed at his cheek
  • MC kissed it
  • “That damn mouse, what is he doing with my girlfriend”
  • Seven then tried to drag her along to come to  another place but mickey came along with them, often dancing and getting cheek kisses from MC
  • Seven was fuming
  • He gave mickey the harshest glare he could muster and dragged MC away from him for good this time
  • Mickey created sad gestures as he skipped away
  • Seven breathed in relief
  • They spent a good amount of time after that until Seven told her he needed to work with the guilt on his face
  • MC gave his hand a little squeeze “It’s completely fine, I’m just going to play with the arcades here”
  • So Seven found a secluded place to stay and work but can’t help but feel something wrong at the back of his mind
  • After enconding some things, he got up to look for her
  • And lo and behold again it was mickey standing by her
  • This time with his mask off so he could see the man behind it
  • They were laughing as Seven came up to them and gripped her waist
  • Spinning her around he gave her a deep kiss
  • They were practicically were making out in front of mickey
  • He got so embarassed and apologized as he walked away
  • That’s right you mouse, get away from me my love 
  • “Seven! what are you doing!” MC asked in shock with her cheeks tinted red
  • He gave her a little peck on the lips 
  • “Just needed to show him who you belong to, I’ve always like goofy more than him anyways”

SAERAN:

  • They were strolling by the bay, a little getaway for them
  • Saeyoung suggested an outing with just the three of them
  • Saeran was reluctant but the fact that MC would be there coaxed him into it
  • I mean he probably wouldn’t allow MC and Saeyoung to be alone
  • So here they are at a secluded bay Saeyoung found
  • Seyoung was back in their little campsite to give them some privacy because cmon he only wanted to have this outing to play cupid
  • So MC and Saeran walked, fingers brushing against the other
  • His cheeks were tinted a light pink because of their proximity
  • But when MC moved away Saeran slightly grumbled
  • She only stood atop of the mini wall that seperates the ground from the sea
  • Easy to fall over to the other side 
  • Saeran’s eyes widened a fraction 
  • “You idiot, get down”
  • MC pouted
  • “Aw why are you such a meanie, Saeran. Killing the fun”
  • “I”m not killing the fun, i’m serious get down from there”
  • “Get down from where? I can’t hear you”
  • She made faces and giggled 
  • As she was laughing, her footing stumbled and she shrieked as she was wobbling to get her balance
  • Saeran’s face darkened as he quickly got to her and yanked on her arm, pulling her and crashing unto him, making them both fall down
  • Saeran was hugging MC close to him, his heart racing at what could have been
  • MC was still in a state of shock and thought Saeran was mad at her
  • But when she found the gentle caress of his hands trembling, that’s when she knew he was terrified
  • “G-God MC you” His voice was laced with worry
  • MC bashfully faced him and looked down where she was fiddling with his shirt
  • “I’m sorry”
  • “You better be sorry. Look what could have happened if I didn’t!- You could have- Ugh” 
  • Saeran tightly held her in his arms again
  • “I don’t want to lose you”
  • MC held him tighter
  • “You won’t, I promise”
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Armie Hammer Says Filming 'Call Me By Your Name' Was Its Own Summer Romance
The film tells the story of two young men who fall in love one summer in Northern Italy. Hammer describes it as "just watching two people explore and learn that love is love."

Interview Highlights

On shooting the film’s viral dance scene

I’m not gonna lie, dancing scenes are pretty tough. … It’s really funny about filming a dancing scene because most people who aren’t in the business don’t realize that there is absolutely no music going on. If you’re lucky, you get a click track that just is literally just clicking so that you can keep a rhythm of what you’re doing. But then having no music, being completely sober, having everyone stare at you — it does not for an easy scene make. … And I’m 6'5", so I feel like I’m … flailing more than anything else.

But so much of that scene was about watching someone be totally enraptured and just lost in a moment and enjoying themselves, because that’s one of the things that Oliver is able to do that Elio really appreciates.

On how Oliver displays his Jewishness, but covers his love of Elio

You know, there’s that line in the movie, and also in André Aciman’s novel, where they refer to themselves as “Jews of discretion.” And I think, you know, Oliver wears his Judaism on his sleeve, and on his neck, more because he wears his Star of David, which is funny and ironic because there are other things about him that he does hide and that he cannot put out there, like the fact that he is, in fact, in love with Elio.

On whether he’s ever had a summer like the one in the film — a summer he never wanted to end

I have had experiences like that, but I can easily say that this experience of this summer, shooting this movie in Italy, was something that eclipsed all of them. This is my new summer romance — going to Italy, living there with Timmy, with [director Luca Guadagnino], shooting the movie.

It’s a delightful work ethic over there. They shoot about eight hours a day, so you’re done by 6 o'clock at night, and you’re back at Luca’s apartment and he’s cooking these massive, delicious meals for us. And we’re discussing the day, discussing what happened. Then we [would] watch movies together and, you know, Luca — our director, Luca Guadagnino — is very much a sort of film historian and film buff. So he would put on movies for us and explain, “OK, this is important because of this,” and, “This scene, watch this.” … So, this was that summer for me that I knew was going to end and did not want it to.

On telling this particular love story at a time when people are talking a lot about power dynamics and sex

There’s a lot of attention being drawn to power dynamics in relationships. And I think that’s a great thing because for too long it’s sort of just been the done thing and totally accepted for people in a position of power to use it to get exactly what they wanted; for people not in a position of power to just take it.

I do feel fortunate that the way our relationship in the movie unfurls has very little to do with power dynamics. If anything, it really is Elio, the younger one, who has to be the one who is bold enough to say, “Oliver, this is how I feel. This is what I’m going through.” And so it’s — there’s less of that power dynamic in our relationship, which I’m thrilled about because it’s just two people consensually falling in love with each other.

(click the link to listen to the interview)

The Blessing

Choosing the ring had been difficult. His first instinct had been to go with red or pink, but she already wore enough of those. She’d always said she loved his eyes, but giving her a ring to match him seemed… possessive. Chloé-like. In the end, he went with sapphires, to match her eyes, flanked by smaller emeralds to show union.

Nino had asked him if he was sure he was ready. Stupid question. He’d been ready to propose to Marinette for years. He’d been ready to marry her for years.

There was just the matter of telling Ladybug.

Oh, he knew she’d approve. After all, if anyone could make her cat happy, she’d be all over that - if it weren’t for the identities getting in the way, she’d probably even offer to organize the wedding herself, because that was just who she was. The problem was the identity reveal. Adrien couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t tell Mari who he was. He couldn’t propose to her and lie to her. And that - well that was something he needed to speak to Ladybug about.

Bringing it up was awkward. He’d carried the ring with him for six patrols now, hidden in the pocket of his suit, waiting for him to work up the courage to ask for her blessing.

She finally caught on during the seventh. “You’ve been a bit spacey lately, Chaton,” she said as they finished their patrol atop Notre Dame Cathedral. “Is something wrong?”

Chat smiled ruefully and shook his head, his shaggy locks ruffling against his forehead. “Not at all, My Lady,” he said. “There’s just… I need to talk to you about something.”

Immediately, she sat down and looked up at him with eyes the exact same blue as the ring, reminding him of a thousand stolen glances, a thousand kisses under the night sky, a thousand hushed whispers of Marinette as he drowned in love for her, for the girl who’d once been his shy classmate and had blossomed into the powerful young woman who held his heart cradled between her hands.

“What’s up?” Ladybug said.

“It’s… my girlfriend,” Chat said.

“Oh no.” Ladybug covered her mouth with delicate fingers. “Did something happen?”

“No,” Chat said. “I just…” He reached into his pocket and produced the ring, gemstones glinting in the starlight.

Ladybug took the ring between her fingers, staring at it, enraptured. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

Chat nodded. “She’s… she’s everything to me,” he said. “She is the strongest, smartest, most…” He sniffed. “She has so much passion,” he said. “So much life. And I would give anything to be able to share in that life.”

Ladybug laid a hand on Chat’s shoulder. “I know,” she said. “You’ve talked about her before. She sounds… incredible.” If Chat didn’t know better, he’d have sworn he saw Ladybug crying. “When are you planning to propose?”

“I don’t know yet,” Chat said. “I needed… to ask you something first.”

“Anything.”

“I need to ask for permission to tell her who I am.”

Ladybug stared at him, then swallowed. “Chat…” she whispered. “You know why we can’t.”

“I know.” Chat’s chin dropped to his chest. “I know it’s a risk, telling her. But… I can’t keep any secrets from her. Not anymore. If it’s risky… then I’ll just have to take that risk.”

“It sounds like you really love her,” Ladybug whispered.

“More than anything.”

She stared away from him, down at the ground. He wasn’t sure what she was staring at. “I…” she began, then stopped. “Are you sure about this?”

He nodded.

She pursed her lips. “If you really want to tell her… you have my blessing.”

Chat leaped up and lifted her into a crushing hug, tears racing down his cheeks. “Thank you, My Lady,” he said.

When he’d finally put her back on her feet again, she stepped back. “So,” she said. “How are you planning to propose?”

Chat smirked. The hard part was over. Now for the fun part. “Like this.”

Green light ran up his body, releasing the leather catsuit and replacing it with the shirt that Marinette had always loved on him, and the scarf that she didn’t think he knew she’d made. He dropped down on one knee, holding the ring out. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he said solemnly. “Will you make me the happiest cat in Paris?”

Ladybug stared at him, frozen in shock.

He bit his lip. Shit. Had he gone too far?

“It’s me,” she whispered. “It’s… you love both of me.”

Adrien nodded. “Since the day we met.”

“How long have you known?”

“Six months,” Adrien said. “You talk in your sleep.”

She kept staring at him, her breath hitching, and he waited, frozen, still on one knee. Had he misjudged it? Did she not -

Pink light. Everything was pink.

And suddenly Ladybug was gone, and there was his girlfriend, pulling him to his feet and into the most soul-wrenching, toe-warming, lip-biting kiss he’d ever had.

Fifteen seconds. Three heartbeats. Adrien could have sworn he’d died right then, because everything that happened after that HAD to be heaven.

She pulled away and looked him right in the eyes. “Yes,” she said, her mascara running down her cheeks. “Yes I will marry you, Adrien Agreste.”

Adrien’s smile could have powered every light in Paris.

When I Met A Girl

***I wrote this for my English assignment and yeah… Enjoy****

When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first
day at school and she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have
this, you’re my new friend.” I took it gratefully, stunned by this tiny girl
with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told
off; sand wasn’t allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut
out tiny pictures of animals we would tape to our tables. She’d tell me stories
of older siblings and slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off
her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to
tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much
she began to snort.  But summer was the
best, because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up
and set her apart from our other classmates, always making me smile. She’d buy
red icy-poles from the canteen and would later hold my hand with her sticky
sugar coated ones during play time. It seemed as if nothing could compare to
her gapped tooth smile and messy hair.   I remember thinking of our days as being the
best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly
jokes or colouring in.

When I was ten I met a girl who made me smile. We’d sit in
her room with Avril Lavigne playing on her TV and her parents arguing from the
kitchen. I’d bring over my mum’s lipsticks and eye shadows and we’d give each
other colourful makeovers to help pass the time. She’d welcome me into her pink
room and her freckled cheeks would glow underneath our messily made blanket fort,
then we’d sing along to the music, our hands together as we danced across the
room. She embodied happiness and wore yellow flowers behind her ears, sometimes
woven into her two long braids. I remember movie nights with her feeling like
they could last forever, the morning never seeming to come as we lay in bed and
laughed at our own jokes, staying up past midnight and sneaking into the
kitchen to steal ice cream and cookies for snacks. These nights were magical
and held a kind of sacredness, nothing bad could enter our forts, nor could
parents or siblings. She gave me confidence, energy and ice cream.

When I was thirteen I met a girl who made me laugh. This
girl was fearless, she approached me with certainty and demanded that I be her
friend. She’d text me at four in the morning and we’d talk for hours on end.
This girl was my best friend, this girl was beautiful and she knew it.  She’d take me by my hand and we’d run home
from school, collapsing on her bed, laughing, as we shook off our school bags.
She’d sit me down and open up to me about the things that erased the confidence
from her eyes, she told me about her mum and car crashes and things that made
her cry. I’d hug her and tell her it would be okay, because I felt as though I
needed to protect this girl, and I wanted to make her feel secure. We would
climb trees on her uncle’s farm and she would laugh when she had to help me up
to the highest branch, before kissing me and smiling the biggest smile I had
ever seen. I’d laugh nervously, my brain buzzing and my cheeks flushed, then
she’d kiss me again and we would just sit there, staring at the sunset. “Don’t
tell my dad.” She’d always say as we climbed down. For the longest time I
didn’t know if she meant don’t tell him that we’d climbed the tree or that we’d
kissed, I figured it out the next summer when her uncle came down to the back of
the farm to call us up for lunch and found us kissing. I was sent home and when
school started she wasn’t there. My teachers told me she was sent away to live
with her aunt in New South Wales.

When I was sixteen I met a girl who made me cry. This girl
was filled with shards of glass and storms. She was a hurricane that would
bring me along and then drop me to the ground when she was done. This girl
wasn’t kind or good for me, but she was captivating, she made me feel special
and loved and important. She’d pick me up in her old, beaten car and pause to
tie her long golden hair out of her face as she told me of the night’s plans.
When I was with her there were colours, there were lights and there were fields
of experiences and firsts and the little things that mattered. She’d put her
arm around me and promise me that tonight was going to be the best night ever, and
then we’d dance for hours on end, to music neither of us had ever heard. Whenever
we went out she’d be surrounded with crowds of older boys and pretty girls, but
she always managed to look down at me with her big green eyes that told me none
of them mattered, that nothing else mattered, because we were together and the
night was young and we had a car that could take us anywhere. But this girl was
poisonous. When we were alone she’d yell and scream and push me around. She’d
fill my ears with stinging words and leave me crying on her door step at the
end of each night when she was done with me. And for whatever reason, the next
day I’d come back, and we’d go out, and she’d love me, until we went back to
her house and she’d blame me for the car breaking down, or my parents finding
out we were drinking, or for her forgetting her keys. She’d blame me and I’d be
sent away shaken and scared, but I still came back.

When I was nineteen I met a girl who made me dance. I
complimented her on the scarf she wore to class every day, she had smiled and
whispered, “My dad bought it for me from Spain,” then she looked at me properly
and leaned in closer, “You have very pretty eyes.” I blushed and thanked her,
she smirked and resumed paying attention to the lecture. This girl was amazing;
she was charismatic and could charm anyone. She knew every student and every professor.
She was smart, creative and emotional in all the right ways. She was all things
bright and all things extroverted.  This
girl was warm and this girl was lovely. She wore flowing dresses and took me to
sophisticated parties where we would stand in the corner and laugh at every one’s
ridiculous outfits, we’d get tipsy on champagne and spend the rest of the
evening in dingy cafes in the city that smelt like old smoke and pancakes. My
year with her was the best year of my life. Her dad would buy plane tickets to
fly us out to Spain to stay with him. We’d spend hundreds of dollars on
expensive Spanish food and waste hours watching street performers, dancing, and
just being in each other’s arms. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with,
and every moment with her was special, was magical, and was perfect. The night
before she left to move to Spain permanently we laid together in her bed and
cried. Eventually we stopped and I laid beside her, playing with her long red
hair as she rested her head against my shoulder, “This won’t be the end, long
distance works for a lot of people,” we’d tell each other. When she left, we
lasted for two months before we mutually agreed it wasn’t working, it took me five
months to properly recover. She was my first love.

When I was twenty-three I met a girl who made me jealous.
This girl could never love me back, this girl was the one that got away. I fell
for her despite myself. I really couldn’t help it, everything about her made me
smile; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, how she did her makeup,
the way she cut her hair, the skirts she wore that would billow around her
every time she spun around, which was often. This girl was kind to me and took
care of me, she was my friend and was there for me when I needed her. We moved
in together and it felt like torture, I wanted so much more than what we had,
but I couldn’t have it, so I had to remain content with our current friendship,
with inside jokes and crying on each other’s shoulders. For then, it was
enough, but I couldn’t help pining. She eventually met a man, and for months I
was taken over with jealousy, why did he achieve what I could not? Soon she
moved out and moved in with him, they became engaged and I was forced to let go
of my feelings. Yet we still remain friends, and we have dinners together and
laugh about my younger self and her love stricken feelings.

When I was twenty-seven I met a girl that made me sparkle.
This girl, she was The One. She’s the girl that made time stop, that froze
everything around us every time we kissed. The girl that made my stomach fill
with butterflies and my head fill with romances. This girl was every definition
of perfect. I could stare for hours and hours and hours at this girl and her
beautiful blue eyes, at her constellations of freckles that littered her back,
I could stare and he stained lips and her short wavy hair, I could stare at
this girls tanned legs and I could listen to her angelic voice until the day I
die. I fell in love with all these, all of the beautiful perfect pieces of her.
I fell in love with her flaws also; the stretch marks pulled across her hips,
the small mole on her jaw, the scar in between her eyebrows from when she was a
child, the regretted star tattoo on her finger. Everything about her enraptured
me, she was perfect to me, and I too her. She’d surprise me in the mornings
with sweet coffee and a sweeter smile. This girl would take me on adventures I
will never forget.  She made me feel like
a million stars, she made me sparkle, she helped me love everything, she helped
me follow my passions and to realise what love felt like. This girl was lovely.

Got7 Reaction to you biting them out of boredom

Originally posted by hoe4bts

Jackson

He was surprised when you just came over to sit next to him on the couch and started biting his arm. “WHY?” He’d yell over dramatically and pull away. When you pouted and told him you were bored he just looked at you with a serious face for a moment. “And biting me was your first idea to entertain yourself?” When you just nodded he sighed and sat back offering you his arm with a fond smile.

Originally posted by daefsoul

Jaebum

He was writing lyrics and didn’t even look up as you came in. You laid your head on his lap trying to get attention but he was too absorbed in his work. He looked down when he felt teeth on his thigh and just smiled at how cute you looked nibbling at his leg, almost like when his cats did the exact same thing when they wanted to be fed. “Does somebody need me to entertain them?” 

Originally posted by youngjai

Youngjae

“Ah, what have I done to deserve this?” He’d laugh when you bit him and try to pull away, finding you adorable when you were this desperate for something to do. “Can’t we play a game instead?”

Originally posted by justrightforjb

Bambam

What? Why?” He’d be napping after a busy day at rehearsal, only to be woken up by you nibbling on his fingers for lack of anything better to do. When you told him you were bored he just shrugged and went back to sleep.

Originally posted by jypnior

Jinyoung

As soon as you bit his arm he put down his book and sighed in false sadness. “I’m in love with a cannibal.” When you whined that you were bored he stopped pretending and smiled down at you murmuring fondly, “Then lets do something together. Okay?”

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Mark

He was just watching tv when you suddenly bit his shoulder. He looked down at you and all he got as an explanation was, “I’m bored.” His first response was to giggle but eventually he asked “Do I get to bite you too or are we gonna play?”

Originally posted by datyugyummy

Yugyeom

“I’m bored.” You told him and he shrugged enraptured by a game on his phone. “I’ll bite you if you don’t do something with me.” Again he shrugged, only to screech when he felt you bite down on his arm. He put his phone down sheepishly and looked up at you finally. “Ouch. Okay, what do you want to do?”

Bubble Butt

He was far too preppy to be someone I’d ever consider dating, but that didn’t mean my lust for him was not white hot. I spied him from across the restaurant the second he entered with a gaggle of other basic white gays. Dressed in boat shoes, tight chino short shorts, and an even tighter tank top, he would’ve been a clone of the rest of his friends if it weren’t for the fact he was clearly the only one who hadn’t seen the inside of a gym for quite some time.

The cuff of his shorts were snug against cellulite dimpled thighs and when he sat down the cuffs caused his leg fat to slightly balloon like a muffin rising in the oven. His ass cheeks were plump and juicy, resembling two bouncing water balloons suctioned inside fabric. The seam of his shorts looked ready to burst when he seated himself. He sat with legs spread wide to accommodate healthy thighs and a swollen midsection. From the angle I was sitting I couldn’t see his bulge, but regardless of whether it was big or not I knew it had to be visible in those shorts. They were so stuffed with leg and ass fat that his package was surely straining at the seams as well. His seafoam green tank top clung to every inch of his fattened upper body, displaying a rounded paunch on the verge of an overhang. It was a hot summer day and a small sweat stain had formed on his lower back between two meaty lovehandles. I imagined myself peeling off the shirt and licking the salty sweat from his back while squeezing the fat that clung to his hips.

My two girlfriends noticed my hungry gaze and quickly clued in to the object of my desire. They knew my penchant for thick boys, and were giggling and prodding me to go talk to him. It was too soon, though. I had to make eye contact with him first. Feel him out. So I remained seated and observed the overfed man for the next hour.

The group of men each ordered a fancy cocktail first. Everyone had something different, whether tall and colorful or short and icy, but the man I had my eyes on ordered something special. The waitress brought his out last, and the group began to laugh and cheer. He had ordered some sort of massive blended drink with a corona stuck in the top. One of his friends exclaimed: “Cliff is gonna get shhwasted!” His name was Cliff. I couldn’t wait to watch this curvy cutie guzzle down every last drop of those sugary empty calories. Indeed, he wasted no time in getting started. My focus returned to my friends for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and when I looked back over half the drink was already gone. This boy was going to get drunk.

I paid special attention to when the waiter took their order. When it was Cliff’s turn he pointed to something at the menu and asked a question. The waitress motioned with her hands to convey what I assume was a portion size. Cliff continued speaking for what seemed like a long amount of time. I couldn’t tell if he was asking questions or just fine tuning his order, but it struck me that this boy was serious about his food.

Meanwhile, our table was served and my friends and I had a lively political discussion. I glanced back to the table of gays to see their food being delivered. To my pleasant surprise, Cliff’s shirt had ridden up to partially reveal a love handle glistening with sweat. I could hardly contain myself. Once again, Cliff’s order came last and I was incredibly pleased to see what it was. He had ordered a large pizza to himself piled high with indiscernible toppings. It must have had custom toppings which would explain why it took so long for him to place his order. Again, his friends reacted dramatically when the pizza was delivered, with one of them pinching Cliff’s exposed love handle. He awkwardly pulled his shirt to cover the fleshy bulge and I noticed he was red in the face. I couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment.

I completely lost track of my friends’ conservation and became enraptured by the ferocity with which this man attacked his pizza. Judging by the empty drink glass, he was probably pretty drunk and needed something to soak up the alcohol. He took massive bites, barely swallowing before he’d chomp down for more. He was killing a slice every few minutes and my cock was slowly beginning to stiffen. It was absolutely no surprise why this piggy had such curves. Within fifteen minutes the pizza was almost gone and he was struggling to lean forward and reach the last slice on the other side of the pan. This maneuver caused his shirt to subtly ride up and reveal not one, but both love handles this time. The sweat stain had only grown larger and I could almost make out beads of sweat dripping down his back, past his waistband, and down the ass crack formed by those two mounds of dough stuffed into his shorts. I was practically drooling.

A couple of his friends expressed surprise that Cliff was already done eating. With legs still spread wide, he shrugged and patted his belly with both hands. His face was beat red while his friends admired his overinflated paunch. He motioned for the waitress when she came near and she quickly returned with his order: a frosty glass of Coke. Cliff sucked it down quickly, as though he was on the brink of dehydration. Seemingly satisfied, he sat up straight, arching his back, and reached his arms above his head to stretch. I could only assume this was an attempt at making his bloated belly feel a little less uncomfortable. I admired his curvy form, especially the way that stretching caused his shapely rump to stick out even further so it looked like the seams would burst at any moment. Still, I was completely shocked when they did. A hole about three inches long popped open revealing polka dot underwear with a sweat stain down the middle. My mouth fell agape. Cliff dropped his arms and fingered the hole in his pants. He looked around at his friends, presumably to see if they had noticed. They hadn’t. He sat still for a moment before standing up, pulling down his tank top, and awkwardly heading to the bathroom. My heart raced. This was my chance.

I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, admiring the way his bubble butt bounced with each step. My cock was growing harder by the moment and I had to adjust myself to keep it from being too obvious. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and took a deep breath before following him inside. I had to play this smoothly.

When I walked in, his ass was facing the mirror in a comic attempt to twist his swollen form around to see the damage that had been done. My entrance startled him and he awkwardly proceeded to the urinal. I followed suit, forcing out some piss despite having a semi. I shook my dick off and walked to the sink, paying special attention to get a close up of this man’s posterior. It was extraordinarily shapely, much rounder and perkier than I expected. My guess was that he was a former twink who in a prior life spent several hours at the gym attaining a tight muscular ass. Since then he’d given in to a lifestyle of happy hours and late night pizzas which added several inches of luscious fat onto the once muscled rump. He waited ‘til I was in the middle of washing my hands to finish up and walk over to the sink. My heart was fluttering and I leaned back to take a look at his butt.

“Hole in your pants?” I asked. “Classic.”

He laughed awkwardly loud and replied, “You got me! I’m just… I… My weight is a little outta control lately.”

“I think you look great, man. I noticed you the second you sat down.”

“Oh,” he giggled drunkenly, “are you hitting on me?”

“If that’s alright with you,” I said softly and stepped closer to him. Suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension and he leaned slightly towards me.

“It’s definitely alright with me,” he said and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth.

I grabbed his padded waist and pulled him close for a longer kiss. As we began to make out I flicked the lock on the door for privacy. He was hesitant at first so I grabbed his waist harder, shoving his bloated body against mine. Apparently a bit of aggression was all that was necessary to get his libido into overdrive. He began to sloppily make out with me and I could taste the pizza and alcohol on his tongue. My hand slipped lower to cup one of his puffy ass cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze. He let out a slight moan followed by a burp that smelled like strawberry flavoring and tequila.

“I’m so drunk,” he giggled. “This is really hot.”

My other hand drifted from his softened jaw line and down the distended curves of his torso to finally rest on his posterior. I now had a two handfuls of ass fat in my palms and grinded our groins together. His pants ripped a bit more but neither of us cared. His cock felt stiff against mine and it was clear we were both incredibly turned on. I pushed him against the wall and let my mouth travel down his salty neck. I lifted his shirt and explored his hairy and somewhat soft nipples before traveling lower. A slight happy trail led me down his positively bloated belly. I took a roll of fat in my moth and heard the contents of his stomach slosh and he moaned once more.

“Are you a bottom?” I asked.

“Yeah… but, we can’t fuck right now.”

“Can I at least get a taste of this beautiful ass?” I purred and licked at his belly.

“Oh yeah. Yes please.”

I undid his pants that were on the verge of bursting even more and his cock sprung to life in front of my face. Precum hung from its tip and I licked it off before flipping him around. I began to salivate with this man’s ripe sweaty bubble butt inches from my face. I pulled down his underwear to reveal dimpled yet perky cakes. I gave them a firm jiggle before spreading him open and breathing in his smell. I wedged my face between his cheeks as far as I could and explored his tight hole with my tongue. His ass was so fat my face disappeared into his crack. I had a hard time breathing and kept having to come up for air. Before I knew it we were both jerking off and probably making enough noise that those outside the bathroom could hear.

With my nose buried deep in his rump, I would occasionally shake my head, sending the globes of fat surrounding my face bouncing and undulating in every direction. This caused him to moan every time. My tongue traveled from his hole, up his crack and to his somewhat squishy lower back with a dimple above each ass cheek. With some fresh air I could smell his stink on my face and it drove me wild. I began to suck and squeeze his cheeks like pizza dough, giving them a slap every now and then. I dove back in between the slabs of delicious fat protecting his hole and he began to moan increasingly louder.

“I, I think…” he stammered, “I’m close.”

I shoved my tongue as deep inside him as I could, gripping my raging boner in one hand, and his ass fat in the other.

“Oh shit,” he said.

Come squirted across the room as his ass clenched to my face. I was on the verge of losing my load. When he was done I stood up and spread his cheeks wide, letting my jizz explode across the pigs oversized butt. I rubbed my come across his cheeks, cupping one and it giving it a sticky final slap.

“You’re fucking delicious,” I said.

“I’ve never been eaten out like that in my life,” he replied. “Now what?”

“Maybe we exchange phone numbers?”

“Sure, but my pants are even more ripped now. And my friends are probably wondering what happened,” he laughed.

“Just tell the truth.”

“Hah which is what? I’m a fatty that just had random amazing bathroom sex?”

“Tell them some guy found your ass so irresistible he couldn’t help but rip your clothes off to get a taste.”

He grinned and bashfully looked me in the eyes.

“Type in your number,” he said, handing me his phone.

Reverie

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean spends a few minutes waxing poetic about his beautiful girlfriend

A/N: honestly this was all inspired by one comment @deanssweetheart23 made on a photoset of Dean.  (hope you don’t mind me tagging you, just wanted to give you credit).  So thanks for that…

also, it feels really good to right for my husband again, so if anyone has any dean requests, i’ll take them into consideration, despite my crazy schedule :)

Warnings: mentions of sex, mostly just Dean being a sap.  so like, all fluff

Words: 1671 (it’s just a tiny lil thing)

tagging my dean beans @ravengirl94 and @daughterofthebrowncoats

Dean can’t fight the smile that’s creeping onto his face.  He’s staring, and he knows it’s a little weird—even if you are his girlfriend.  But something about the way you look, so focused on your book, your whole body enraptured, perched so precariously in the overstuffed armchair on the other side of the table. Something about you makes him weak.  So he allows the smile, and the blatant staring.  

You haven’t noticed yet, and Dean is grateful that your book is so intriguing, because it gives him time to study you, to make a list of everything he loves about you as he tries not the fall asleep at the uncomfortable library table.

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how monsta x kisses you ☆

Shownu
attentively. with fingers that have learnt in time to be a lover, a friend and eternal support, there is never a need to rush. the familiar sense of tranquility washes over you in waves as you find yourself  you admire him so much, admire his duality that bloomed in time and grew to be so, so dear to you. he is powerful, as he expresses his vulnerability to you with no hesitation or regret, he is careful, as he slips words of adoration every time your lips touch his. he is more in love than he’d ever expected to be, and he is kind enough to remind you of it every single time.
“For you, it’s always worth the wait.”

Wonho
sincerely. a serene undertone is always present between you, even as he wraps your legs around his waist and his hand trails softly down your spine, burning, anticipating. you gasp and he giggles, pulling you even closer, and there’s a glint in his eyes - focused yet completely smitten, never surprised. he is a surprise by himself, pretending to keep you on the edge, but deep down you know you never have to do much, just give him a single hopeful look and he molds according to your wishes, sweet hoseok. having someone buried that deep within his soul as you was a definite weakness to some, but to him - cherishing you with his whole being and loving you twice as much - he called it living.
“Ah, why does my heart beat so fast when I’m with you?”

Minhyuk
gleefully. no matter the situation, he feels the same, he speaks the same, he is the same ray of light for you - when your foreheads are pressed together and he breathes you in, or when you’re hundred miles away from him with the unsaid promise that he’ll someday fall asleep listening to your heartbeat again. he looks around and whether you are nowhere to be found or not, you’re still with him. you left your mark on every inch of his surroundings and existence, and he couldn’t be happier. you’re the painting on his wall, fluid, alive and full of emotion, the breeze that caresses him and brings him ease for the morning. he never forgets to express it each day as he hopes for you, and still, at the end of the day - when he tells you that he loves you, it’s never out of habit.
“I can’t wait to feel you next to me.”  

Kihyun
breathlessly. you promised through hazy looks and tight grips that you’d take care of each other, and so he always takes care of stealing the air out of your lungs. when he pulls apart, he grabs your wrists with a tremor and holds them in between your connected heartbeats, as if to make sure you’re still there, holding his universe together. there are so many layers to him, you notice, of course you do, but you’re sure that he’s the most beautiful after those moments, glowing with his sweet blush adorning his cheeks, expressing that rare purity which painfully pulls at your heart strings. it’s hard for your one and only to say what he truly means sometimes, though his eyes, his restlessness and way that he breathes the words against your lips barely above a whisper, they betray him and convey the message better than any confession ever would. 
“Can’t you stay for a little bit more?”

Hyungwon
deeply.  not once hasn’t it been challenging not to get lost in you or the one of a kind fantasy that your gentleness and trust you envelop him in. you’re truthful and selfless with your desires, and more than he could’ve imagined. even though he thinks of himself as another reflection of you, bright, painted with the same need for acceptance and merit of being loved, your presence, as raw and real as it was when he first laid his eyes on you - it still hurts him sometimes. he can’t handle it, can’t handle you - so willing, devoted and beautiful. one feathery touch on is enough to grasp how otherworldly you feel to him, and how enraptured he feels in said world with you - the dream he didn’t know he’s had.
“I don’t want to wake up.”

Jooheon
ardently.  he wears his heart upon his sleeve, and each intention sends out a blinding light, kisses always composed of a desperation to have you there, molded with gratefulness and love.  he beams at you as he traces your features, content with losing himself between the multitude of constellations in your eyes, knowing that he’d do anything you asked to see you like that repeatedly, body and soul, opened up to him. he never means to say them out loud, but his thoughts slip and flow off his pretty lips in rivulets, making their way on the flower path he shaped to tug at your trembling heart. it just is so natural to him, making you feel whole.  
I really could spend an eternity looking at you.

Changkyun
tenderly. there is no place his mouth hasn’t been on as he overwhelms you with his kisses, giddy and overexcited with his teasing tone that fills your mind and every room you’re in. if you look away for a moment or allow any temporary distraction, you might miss it - the way his voice drops right after, how velvet notes rise and spread like the warmth of a thousand sparks, subtle and smooth and how he pulls you to his chest almost desperately. he missed you and you knew it, because you knew him better than he knew himself, made him better than he was. he lets you in and keeps you there, inhales and kisses your head, finally relieved. 
“I don’t know why, but it feels like I’m home.” 

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Rowan Lance (Part 2)

I know a lot of people loved the first part of this. I’m really hoping that everyone likes this part just as much as the first one. I really love wingfics so I hope I’m doing the concept justice. I hope you guys enjoy ❤️


“Are you sure about this?” Lance asked sweating heavily. He looked over the tall cliff, down at the barely visible ground beneath them. They had dragged Lance out of the Castle and found the highest point on the planet. He looked distrustfully back at his friends and hunched his shoulders slightly. He imagined they were just going to toss him off the cliff and decide that was that.

“First, let’s see your wingspan,” Shiro said stepping closer behind Lance. With a sigh, he obeyed and spread his wings out as far as he could. There were some gasps from the others when they saw the newly groomed feathers in the sunlight. At this everyone spread out their wings. Hunk had the largest wings, followed by Shiro, and now Lance, Keith, than Pidge. Keith sent a pout Lance’s way, making him laugh and give him a wide grin.

“Are you sore anywhere?” Shiro asked smoothing his hands down the tops of his first set of wings. He blushed and looked over the tops of them to watch the leader. Shiro glanced up and raised a brow waiting for an answer. He cleared his throat and looked over the horizon.

“No, they feel pretty good just being out again,” he admitted flexing them slightly. Shiro hummed and kept grooming the wings absentmindedly.

“How was your flying before you stopped?” He asked this time. Lance’s feathers immediately puffed up in pride and he put his hands on his hips.

“Best flyer out of everyone in my family,” he said proudly with a grin, “and some of them went on to become aerial performers,” he bragged. Shiro looked back at Hunk, Keith, and Pidge with a little smile and gestured to his back and then the cliff. He got nods and thumbs up in response and he turned back to Lance. He clapped a hand down on his shoulder grabbing Lance’s attention.

“Well, it seems like you’ll be fine,” he said with a smile. Lance raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked behind himself to see the other three standing trying to look innocent.

“What do you me-ACK!” he started only to be cut off by Shiro grabbing him by the waist in the crook of his arm and jumping off the side of the cliff. With a cheer Hunk, Keith, and Pidge dove off the side of the cliff after them. Lance clawed at Shiro’s arm with a scream and felt tears falling from his eyes as the wind rushed passed them.

“I’m going to let you go now,” Shiro yelled calmly over the sound of air. Lance shook his head frantically and dug his fingernails into Shiro’s arm.

“SHIRO I SWEAR TO GOD!” He screamed. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU LET GO, I WASN’T READY!” With a deadpanned face, Shiro took his arm away from the blue paladin.

“Oops, she wasn’t ready,” he muttered snapping his wings open and leaving Lance to flail through the air.

“SHIRO YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” He shrieked. He looked down at the ground ignoring the tears that were flowing up his cheeks into his ears. He closed his eyes and tried to remember before he left home and was immediately greeted with memories of his family and flying with them. He peeked his eyes open and looked to the side, seeing his friends diving alongside him. It was time that he flew with his new family. He didn’t have anything to fear anymore, they were his family and he could trust them. He opened his wings open wide, the air immediately caught on them and his fall came to a stop leaving the other paladins to shoot past him. He laughed and flapped his wings to climb higher up.

“Lance you did it!” Pidge said happily as she flew up to meet him.  Lance gave her a little pout and crossed his arms.

“You doubted me?” He asked. Pidge rolled her eyes and punched him in the arm. He yelped and pretended to fall again, gaining a startled yelp from her. She fell after him with her arms open as if to catch him. He grinned and shot up again, grabbing her in his arms and falling to Hunk, Keith, and Shiro. When they got there, she batted his arms away from him and clawed her way out of his arms.

“Don’t do that, I thought you were going to die,” she mumbled crossly. Lance chuckled and circled around her.

“Sorry Pidge, I used to do that with my little sister back on Earth,” he explained twisting around in the sky. Her eyes widened and she cooed slightly.

“I guess it wasn’t that bad then,” she admitted with a small grin. Lance gave her a blinding smile back. He grunted when suddenly he pushed from behind, he righted himself quickly and looked behind his back to see Keith smirking slightly. Before he could realize what was happening, Keith dropped away and dove down to the ground. With a start, he realized that Keith wanted to play. He quickly dove after him and quickly caught up with him.

“Good try Keith,” he said and grabbed his leg stopping him in his motion. Keith yelped as he was knocked off course and Lance shot up into the sky. He let out a loud laugh and chased after him. Lance looked back at Keith and the happy, determined expression on his face. He led him around for a few minutes and laughed when he shot past him without a problem.

“ACK!” He grunted when smacked into a solid chest. He clung to it when his wings stopped moving and he looked up to look into Shiro’s face. He blushed and quickly righted himself so he could jump off of his chest.

“Sorry Shiro, I didn’t see you there,” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s fine Lance, it was kind of the point,” he laughed. Lance squinted his eyes in confusion but they widened when he felt a hand land a stinging slap between his wings.

“Traitor,” Lance whispered at Shiro. He stared into Shiro’s eyes with wide eyes as he slapped Shiro right on the pec and flew away.

“I’ll accept that,” he said to himself before he took off towards where Pidge and Hunk were leisurely flying around. At the focused frown on his face, they paused before Pidge screamed.

“ABORT!” She shouted and she and Hunk fell away from the paladin. He laughed and chased after them, after a few minutes he flew away hoping that Lance and Keith let their guards down. Luckily it seemed like that’s just what happened to Keith and he was able to slap him on his lower back. He groaned but smirked when he noticed Hunk and Pidge still flying away from them. He quickly took chase away from him after the two. Shiro took the opportunity to fly over to Lance who seemed to be doing simple manoeuvres through the air.

“I’ve come to apologize for my betrayal,” he said overlapping his right wing over Lance’s left ones slightly. Lance’s regarded him slightly before nodding with mock approval.

“I guess you’re forgiven,” he said with a small smile. Shiro smiled back and whiffled to fly underneath Lance.

“Thank goodness, I don’t know what I would have done,” he said. He twisted and came up on Lance’s right side. Lance blushed and looked away at the horizon again. Without a second thought, Lance dove again and Shiro didn’t hesitate in following him. They folded in their wings and suddenly they were grasping each other’s arms and corkscrewing to the ground. They laughed and flew away from each other back into the sky and met up again. They flew around each other, ignoring the smirks they were getting from the others, enraptured instead with each other. The sun was setting before Keith interrupted them.

“I know you guys are in love but we should really head back,” he said with a playful smirk. Immediately they started sputtering out embarrassed excuses and denials.  

“Keep telling yourselves that guys,” he chuckled before turning serious and pointing a sharp finger at Shiro threateningly, “I better be your best man,” he growled and flew to meet back up with Hunk and Pidge. Shiro and Lance glanced at each other with hot faces and quickly turned away again to fly back to the hangers.

“Anyone else hungry?” Keith asked sitting back in the nest. There were various sounds of approval and agreement. Lance yawned and bundled his wings around him to cover him in warmth.

“I’m good, I’m just going to go to sleep now,” he responded closing his eyes. At the complete silence that greeted him, he peeked his eye open. Shiro, Hunk, Keith, and Pidge all stood with wide eyes and limp wings.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.

“You’re going to sleep here with us?” Pidge asked softly.

“Oh um yes I was going to. I don’t have to though, I can go back to my room!” He said waving his hands around nervously and struggled to stand, trying to untangle himself from his wings to stand.

“No!” Shiro cried making the others flinch. He walked forward with a nervous chirp and tried to get Lance to sit back down.

“We’re just happy that you want to spend the night here,” he explained frantically smoothing down Lance’s hair and feathers. Lance trilled and closed his eyes again, shortly slipping into a comfortable slumber.


At first, Lance didn’t know where he was. He was flying through dense fog and he wasn’t able to see anything at all. Slowly though, he began to see sparkling blue waters beneath him, familiar blue waters. With a start, he realized that he was flying over the private stretch of beach his family owned. He landed on one of the cliffs that overlooked the white sand beach with wide eyes.

“You looked spooked,” A voice said on his right. He flinched back and looked over to see his mamá looking back at him.

“Mamá,” he whispered tears coming to his eyes. She gave him a heartwarming smile and pulled him into a hug. He clutched to her shoulders and cried into her chest. “I miss you Mamá,” he sniffled. She pet his hair and pulled back his head to kiss him on the forehead.

“I know baby but I know that you are doing something incredible out there,” she said comforting him. She gestured back down to the beach where he could now see his family splashing around in the water and playing on the beach. He watched them soar out of the water into the air and dive back in without hesitation. He laughed when one of his cousins came splashing out with a large fish in his hands and he brought it to his uncle to skin and cook for them. With a hand on his jaw, she brought his attention back to her.

“Lance, honey, you don’t need to worry about us,” she said with a concerned expression, “and yes we miss you. We miss you so so much but we are okay,” she said, her voice breaking slightly in the middle.

Lance bit his lip and looked back down at them with a heavy heart. Space certainly wasn’t as horrible as he initially thought it would be. He found the freedom he wanted on Earth here. He found another group of people to call family. He might have even found love.

“I’m so proud of you, and I’m happy you could find people who love you as much as we do,” his mamá said suddenly drawing his attention back to her. She was looking down at the beach now and he followed her gaze. The paladins were landing on the beach and mingling with his family. Pidge and Hunk were playing with his younger cousins, providing a sort of entertainment for them. Keith stood with his uncle as he showed him how to skin the fish that was just caught. Shiro though, he looked lost. He twisted around as if looking for someone.

‘As if he was looking for me,’ Lance thought with a happy grin. Little did he know that’s exactly what he was doing. Shiro looked up at the cliff and his face brightened exponentially when he caught sight of the Rowan.

“Lance!” He called happily with a wave. Lance gulped and looked over at his mamá. She grinned broadly and gestured for his to go. Lance glanced back at him uncertainly and wrung his hands in front of him. His mamá huffed gaining his attention again.

“Lance, I know how long you’ve had a crush on that boy, go after him,” she said bluntly like always. Lance blushed and pouted at his mamá but obediently glided down to meet the black paladin.

“Um, hey Shiro,” he said with a smile.

“Lance?” He asked with a smile. Lance looked at him in confusion and looked around him.

“Uh, yes? What do you mean?” He asked looking at Shiro warily now. Shiro came forward and brushed his hand down Lance’s cheek softly. Lance gave him a shy smile and leaned slightly into the hand.

“Lance?” Shiro asked again quieter than before. Lance sighed and looked into Shiro’s eyes.

“Why do you keep asking me that?” he said. Shiro leaned forward and gently kissed his forehead. When he backed up, Lance’s face was once again covered in a blush and he was looking at Shiro with fond eyes.

“Lance, can you wake up?”


Lance blinked his eyes open coming face to face with Shiro. He shrieked and whipped his head forward connecting their heads with a loud crack. Shiro yelled and pressed a hand to his eye.

“OH FU-IDDLESTICKS!” He yelled in pain.

“Just say fuck Shiro,” Pidge muttered looking at him blankly.

“Fuck,” he grumbled rubbing his eye. Lance jumped forward with a cry.

“Oh Shiro, I am so sorry,” he said with tears in his eyes. Part of it from the pain of the hit, the other from the despair that he already lost his chance with Shiro.

“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have startled you like that!” He said, he gasped when he looked at Lance.

“Lance, your head, it’s bruised already,” he said gently touching the skin around it.

“Talk for yourself, you have a black eye,” he said with concern. After a moment the two of them burst out laughing and clutched on to each other’s arms to keep from falling over. Hunk leaned over to both Keith and Pidge.

“Do you think they have concussions or something?” He asked with a raised brow directed at the giggling paladins.

“Probably,” Keith replied.

“They’re probably fine,” Pidge said sitting down and covering herself in preparation to go to sleep. Keith did the same, leaving Hunk standing alone to look at them.

“What about Lance’s food?” He asked the two of them.

“Do you want to go over there and try to give it to him?” Pidge asked gesturing at the marks on both Shiro and Lance’s heads. Hunk quickly shook his head and sat down, abandoning the bowl of food goo just outside of the nest. Soon enough the only sounds that were heard were the quiet conversation between Lance and Shiro. Lance fell forward cuddled in Shiro’s wings and looked carefully over the bruise on his face. Shiro suddenly swiped his finger over it and then his own.

“Weird, black and blue, just like us,” Shiro said.

“A bruise, really?” He asked blandly. Shiro shrugged his shoulders.

“It could be nice,” He pouted. Lance raised his eyebrows and put on a disbelieving face.

“Yeah? How so?” He asked leaning back down on Shiro’s arm. Shiro thought for a moment with a hum.

“No matter how bad we’re beaten, we’ll always be together?” He suggested. Lance sighed and cuddled closer.

“Okay, that was pretty good,”


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