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eliopeachperlman:

Elio felt his heart sink seeing how Oliver was acting. He looked nervous and not happy to see him. He’d had day dreams of seeing Oliver again over here but he’d never thought he’d actually bumped into him. “I’ve been here a few months. I’m living in dorms over at the university. Dad’s here too, he’s teaching.” He lent down trying to catch Oliver’s eye and make him look at him properly. “I missed you”

“I know you’ve MISSED me.” Oliver said the words SLOWLY, weighing them on his tongue as he spoke - he’d missed Elio, too. He finally made EYE CONTACT with the boy and bit his lip, CONSIDERING. “You should’ve CALLED,” He said after a moment of silence, releasing his lip. “I MISSED you, too, Elio.” Everything had been in SHAMBLES over the past few weeks since he’d ended his ENGAGEMENT - he didn’t know how to handle being ALONE. “Why didn’t you call?”

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greasygab:

                 Whenever  Gaby  wasn’t  busy  on  a   mission,  she’d  often  find  herself  exploring  wherever  she  was  staying.  Rather  than  WASTING  the  day  away  sitting  around  doing  absolutely  nothing.  Illya  and  Napoleon  weren’t  boring,  of  course,  but  being  constantly  surrounded  by  them  was  getting  rather  old.  She  needed  something,  someone  new  in  her  life.  A  life  of  a  spy  should’ve  been  exciting,  adrenaline  rushing  -  Which  it  was  occasionally,  but  recently  every  single  thing  was  uneventful  on  her  end.   Exhausted,  that  was  one  word  to describe  how  the  stranger  looked.  It  wasn’t  just  his  untidy  appearance  that  gave  it  away,  it  was  his  whole  demeanor.  The VIBES  that  radiated  from  him;  Brown  hues  resting  onto  the  man  once  again,  nodding  in  his  direction.  ❛  New  Yorks  ‘BEST’  bagel,  supposedly. ❜ Scoffing  after  the  last  word  passed  her  lips.    

Oliver was not easily BORED - but when he WAS bored, it seemed that everyone around him suffered as well. It was UNFAIR, since he couldn’t control his temper very well, but what could one do to CHANGE that about themselves after so many years of being that way? A combination of BORED and TIRED was never good, but especially not when it came to OLIVER. He was the WORST person to deal with, as he’d been told before. “Oh, I can already see that, that’s a LIE,” He took a few steps closer before sitting down across from her. “SO - is there anything actually GOOD here?”

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eliopeachperlman:

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From here

Elio enjoyed spending his time in coffee shops. He’d found it was easy to sit with a book and be left alone as other people came and went. He’d tried sitting in a park but people always wanted to sit on the other end of the bench and chat. He was aware of someone approaching his table and passed it off as a waite or someone passing by before he heard the soft voice. Glancing up he froze dropping his book to the table seeing Oliver standing there infront of him. So many emotions rushed through him from happiness to anger to almost a fear. Oliver was there and he had said his name after so long apart. Finally he smiled, a wide happy smile. “Elio.” He ignored the bad feelings, shoved them deep down inside and focused instead on the happiness at seeing Oliver. “Dad’s teaching at the university for a semester. He brought me over to experience America.”

Oliver wasn’t PREPARED to see Elio again. Hell, he wasn’t even sure that he WANTED to. The entire situation made him AFRAID - he wasn’t open about his SEXUALITY, especially not to his FAMILY, and now that the boy he’d fallen head over heels for in Italy was right in front of him yet again. “Oh, LOVELY,” The man said slowly, voice nothing more than a breathy whisper. “So, how long will you be here?” He sat down across from Elio, looking at him but AVOIDING eye contact as much as he could. This felt strange, it felt DIFFERENT, and that was a feeling he wasn’t ready for yet. He had to get back into his NORMAL, day to day life, and he couldn’t do that with such a beautiful boy sitting before him. “Ah - how’ve you been?”

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sorry for not being here, i’ve been busy with school this week and got sick over the weekend, but i’ll try to be on tomorrow evening!!

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Swallow all your TEARS, my love, and put on your new FACE. You can never WIN or LOSE if you don't run the RACE.

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tbh should I make this blog multimuse and add illya kuryakin??

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greasygab:

                Hair  WHIPPED  around  her  shoulder  at  an  attempt  to  get  a  sneak  peek  of  who  came  in.  Was  subtlety  not  her  specialty  anymore ?  Peripheral  vision  would  do  wonders  in  this  situation,  but  somehow  she  found  herself  repeating  retired  habits.  One’s  left  back  in  the  old  days . Though,  that  didn’t  stop  Gaby  from  eyeing  the  towering  stranger  who  graced  the  shop  with  their  presence.  Almost  as  if  she  were  studying  him  for  a  project,  that  was  until  she  decided  to spark  up  a  conversation. Delicately  her  fingers  tapped  against  her  warm  glass,  right  before  shoving  it  off  to  the  side.  Commenting,   ❛  Unless  you’re a  FAN  of  getting  nauseous,  i’d  advise  not  getting that. ❜  After  trying  it  herself,  the  least  she  could  do  was  warn  him  and  thankfully  it  made  a  DECENT  icebreaker.

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Oliver had been out for most of the AFTERNOON - it hadn’t been long since he’d returned home from ITALY, and being back in the States was an adjustment. He’d been wandering around town, stopping in a few places, trying to get himself REACQUAINTED with things. He’d stopped in this last one, planning on going home to his apartment soon after. Talking to people when he was tired was never good - he was CRANKY, he felt jet lagged, and his appearance showed that. Oliver seemed DISHEVELED, and messy hair fell in front of his face a bit when he looked at the woman who was speaking to him. “That bad, huh?” He asked, brows raised, curious. “And if I may ask - what, EXACTLY, is that?”

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eliopeachperlman:

Open to anyone

It had been Elio’s fathers suggestion to join him on a trip to America while he taught for a semester. Elio wondered if his father wanted him to bump into Oliver or if he just thought the change of scene would do him good. He did like America. It was busy and took his mind off things for a while. He still thought about Oliver a lot but it was mainly at night in the dark of his room when his thoughts ran away with him.

Sitting at the table in the small coffee shop he was reading a book he’d found a few days okay waiting for his father to finish for the day.

Oliver had been back to school to finish up his academic studies. The trip to ITALY had remained with him, even after all these MONTHS, and had even caused him to BREAK OFF his engagement. He’d considered going back to the Perlman’s residence, try to talk to Elio in person, but he’d chickened out. But that did him no good, because as he was biking back to his apartment from school, WHO did he see? Elio Perlman in the FLESH. In the STATES. Right in front of him. Were his eyes playing tricks on him because he’d been thinking about going back to REKINDLE a romance with his lover, or was this real? The only way he could find out would be to go inside. Parking his bike outside the coffee shop, Oliver fixed his hair a bit in the shop window’s reflection before actually going inside. He tried to remain CASUAL, ordering himself a coffee and getting it from the counter before approaching Elio’s table. “O L I V E R,” He breathed out, voice low, hoping the other would look up. “What are you doing here?”

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tag dump 2: verses!

my verses for oliver can be found here.

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… there’s emptiness behind their eyes, there’s dust in all their hearts

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Call Me by Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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tag dump!

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“This was the best person I’d ever known in my life. I had chosen him well.” Call Me by Your Name (2017), dir. Luca Guadagnino