#who wants to guess what england got for his birthday?
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Always Forever
"You and me, always forever, we could stay alone forever. You and me, always forever say you'll stay, never be separate."
Scenario: Jude gives you a promise ring when he first left England for Dortmund to promise you that he'll always be there even in another country. When England reached it's unfortunate end in the World Cup, Jude goes back home to England to find you still wearing the ring.
Song: Always Forever by Cults
(A long one before i go talk shit about my classmates at school with my baddies again 🤭)
"I'm sorry about the match, baby." you said trying to comfort your boyfriend who got knocked out the World Cup by defending champions, France. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault, you know." Jude chuckled, smiling at his phone. "I was just trying to comfort you." you rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, I'm upset we're out but i'm so happy I finally get to go home, to you." He said to the camera. "Cringee!" You shouted to your phone, showing your hand with your thumbs down. Jude cocked his head back in laughter. "Not you binge watching Hallmark movies for that one line." you laughed. "Fine, I guess I won't be coming home to you." Jude threatened. "We both know that's bullshit." you pointed at him. He shook his head with a smile. "The plane's about to board, see you later baby." He said, pulling his mask up. "Okay, love you!!" You declared, kissing your camera with over exaggerated kissing noises. Jude stared at his camera with a smile. "Jude, do it back." you said in the middle of your goofy kissing noises. "No, I'm in public!" he whisper-shouted. "JUDE, I LOOK STUPID IN MY ROOM." You said quickly before making more kissing noises. "That's your fault, bozo." Jude giggled. "JUDE!" You said once more. Jude playfully sighs before kissing his phone with a 'mwah'. "Thank you, was that so hard?" You rolled your eyes. "Yes, because I'm in front of professional footballers." Jude said. Jude had his phone near his hip as he was boarding the private plane with the rest of the England squad. "Bye, bae!" You said, trying to catch his attention. "Byeee." he whispered before you ended the call and hope he has a safe flight.
You took your phone from your stand before letting yourself fall on your bed. You sighed to yourself, knowing that by tomorrow your boyfriend was finally going back home. Emotions swirled around your mind, your body. You were nervous, scared even, yet you were excited and happy. One thing these emotions gave you was a rapidly beating heart. You raised your hand to your face, looking at the piece of metal hugging your finger. Before Jude went to Germany for Dortmund, he gave you a promise ring. To promise that he'll always be with you even if he wasn't physically there. To promise you that he was always gonna be there for you. A small but meaningful promise that was fulfilled even if he was so many kilometers away from you. You stare at it for what felt like hours. Your blank mind finally drifts into the memory of when you first got the ring.
"Here, happy birthday." Jude says, pulling out a box out of his pocket. "My birthday isn't even today, bitch ass." Your eyebrows ruffled looking at him with a confused expression. "Well, advance happy birthday." He rolled his eyes. "My birthday is in like 6 months." You said. "Oh my days, just take it." Jude laughed. "I still get a gift on my birthday, right?" You giggled, opening the box. You gasped softly upon seeing two rings. "I know I'll be away for God knows how long and I.. just wanted to give you something." He smiled but shyly putting his hands in his jacket pockets. "How sweet of you, you're gonna make me cry." You said with a bright smile, taking out the ring and examining it with utmost admiration. "I know, I'm such a heartache." Jude said, putting his hand on his chest jokingly. You slipped the ring on your finger, raising your arm to the sky as you looked at it with glittering eyes. Jude took the other ring from the box and slipped it in his finger. He raised his arm to the air, placing it near your arm. "You're gonna wear that ring on you at all times, okay?" You said. "That applies to you too." Jude smiles.
A small smile curled your lips. You couldn't help but feel this amount of serotonin every time you look at the ring. You placed your phone on your bed stand before finally drifting to sleep, tomorrow was going to be an exciting day.
Jude on the other hand was looking out the window, just like you-- emotions swirled him. He was nervous yet ecstatic. Every time he thought about finally meeting up with you again he couldn't help but smile childishly with a racing heart. He finally closed his eyes, drifting into sleep.
Time Check: 4:08 pm
Incoming call . . .
Jude 🖤
You instantly picked up the phone. "Hey!" You greeted. "Hi!" Jude greeted back. Just by the tones anyone could point out that both of you were excited, like 7th graders calling their friends about their sleepover. "I wasn't gonna tell you when I arrive but I arrive 6:30pm at the airport." Jude says. "Wait, what. Why weren't you gonna tell me?" You asked. "I don't know, to fuck with you." Jude laughed. "Oh, fuck off." You insulted. "Are ya prettying up for me?" Jude cooed. "Lower the ego, dickhead!" You shouted. Jude laughs in response. "I'll pretty up for you too." Jude says. "You better.. I better not be the only one putting this much effort." You grumbled. "So you are prettying up for me!" Jude cackles. "Fuck off, Bellingham!" You shouted, ending the call. You chuckled to yourself, knowing damn well he was right. Jude smiled at his phone. "Jude, mate. You've been smiling so much these past hours, you alright?" Trent chuckled at his friend. "Just excited to go back home." He replied. "Soo, you being excited to going home is kissing your phone and saying 'baby' to it?" Trent said, trying his best to hide his laugh. "Oh, goddamnit.." Jude whispered.
Time Check: 6:23 pm
You were currently standing in the middle of the airport, staring at your phone, waiting for a phone call or a text message. You looked at the time your phone displayed and decided you should call him. You went into your contacts and dialed your boyfriend's phone number. Holding your phone to your ear, you waited. After a few rings, the phone picked up. "Hey! Have you landed yet?" You asked. "Yeah. We just did, I'm roaming around to find you right now." Jude said in the other line. "Really? W-Where are you?" You said, excitedly. You looked around you to see if your boyfriend was anywhere near. "To be honest, I don't know." Jude laughs. You didn't respond, you were too busy to check if you'd seen him. Your eyes wander around and finally stop when you spot him. A bright smile tugged your lips, heart already racing. "Okay, let me find you- you might get even more lost." You chuckled, ending the call. In your view, you saw Jude stare at his phone when you hung up, an annoyed expression on his face. You slowly approached him, not trying to be found. Jude pressed buttons on his phone, he was dialing you.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket, annoyed by the sound you picked it up. "Don't hang up on me! Can you tell me your surroundings?" Jude said, looking around. At this point you were inches behind him. "Yeah, sorry." You said, trying to hide your giggle. "Uhh, I see someone's back wearing a blue jacket, looking incrediblely stupid right now." You explained. "Wait, huh?" Jude said. "Yeah, but he looks really handsome!" You laughed. Jude quickly looked behind him to see you holding your phone to your ear, smiling. Jude let out an 'oh' before running to you.
You couldn't even blink! When you opened your eyes, his entire body hugged yours. He swayed your body left to right as he rambled about how much he missed you. "You've gotten so fast! I think I almost pissed myself." You laughed before returning the hug. Jude laughed before letting you go to get a good look of you. "You really prettied up for me, didn't you?" Jude smiled. "Shut up." You groaned. Jude took your hands, letting his fingers slip into yours. "Your hands are still so soft." He said in a whisper. He began examining them, realizing you still wore your ring after all these years. You looked at his hands, noticing his ring was gone.
"You're still wearing it." Jude said almost in awe. "Yeah, I always keep my promise." You said, a little upset. When the both of you promised you'd wear the rings, you always applied it and it made you sad that he didn't apply it too. Jude looked at your face, noticing an upset expression. Jude let go of your hands, reaching near his neck. Confused, you looked at him. Underneath his jacket, a chain wrapped around his neck and in the middle- the ring. "Did you really think I'd break my promise?" He chuckled. "You asshole!" You gasped. He laughs. "It got a little too small on me." He explained.
"I'd never break my promise." He whispered, engulfing you into a hug once more. "You better not." You returned the hug.
This was way longer than i expected but whatever, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it! Sorry for the many used of smile though D; Thank you for the love you've All given me!! I'll be posting more small oneshots just for you delulus MAKE SURE TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGERS LIKE THESE !!!
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DAD'S HABIT
It had become a birthday tradition. Ever since my parents' divorce, Dad would treat me each year to a guys' night in the city. I was a hockey player, and my father the textbook hockey dad, and we were both big Rangers fans. So every year, Dad would drive me to New York, where we'd spend two nights and catch a home game.
I think Dad thought I'd outgrow it as I got closer to graduation, but I enjoyed the father-son bonding time as much as he did. My father is a brash, blue-collar kind of guy. Very heart on his sleeve, but also not good at talking about emotional stuff. The divorce made him even more closed off, but I knew he always looked forward to his custody weekends with me. Even at the pissiest, moodiest points of my teenage years, I got it.
I could tell Dad was surprised after I went off to college - on a hockey scholarship at a New England college - when I asked if we were still doing my birthday trip.
"You bet, buddy," he beamed with barely contained excitement in his voice. "Though I guess we'll need to wait till your season's over."
So that's what we did. A few days later he got back to me wondering if I'd want to catch an away series in Boston later that spring. That's how a new tradition got started, going to different cities each April.... Chicago, Montreal, and now that I'm 22 this year the trip is in DC.
The first night, Dad and I found a sports bar, where we watched a couple of games, but mostly caught up. About school, life, and just boring stuff. Dad seemed to be in a good mood, chattier than normal, and just happier with life. His contracting work was going well, and he promised that he'd take me out for a nice steak dinner the next night.
I asked him if he was dating any one, but he just cocked a grin and shook his head. "Nothing serious," he said with an uncharacteristic blush. "I mean, your old man gets out there for a little fun now and then, but I don't know if I'm ready to date."
"Dad!" I objected with a laugh. The man had given me the birds and bees talk and had checked in with me a couple of times. I'd admitted to him that I'd become sexually active, though I made up more experience with women than I really had. But we weren't the kind of family who talked much about sex.
"Goddamnit, Joey," he chuckled. "You're not a kid any more. I figure you know the score."
"Yeah, I guess," I said, pressing my leg against my father's next to the bar. "Guess you don't get used to the idea of your parents having a life."
"Could probably use a little more of one, to be honest," Dad chimed. God, he was really opening up this evening. "What about you, son? I thought you'd be going steady with someone by now."
"Nah," I hemmed and hawed, trying to hide my embarrassment. I'd gotten real good at bullshitting with my buddies and my teammates but for some reason had a harder time lying to Dad.
My father's hand clasped on my shoulder. "s' OK, I'm not gonna pester you like your mother does," he said. "I guess I wouldn't be a good Dad if I didn't want to know what's going on in your life."
Looking into his gruffly handsome face and his puppy dog brown eyes, I was THIS close to telling him. About the gay thing, about my doubts, about how I wanted to tell everyone but was too fucking scared. How I seemed to be putting my life off until after college.
Instead I gave a silent nod of acknowledgment and turned my head back up to the big TV screen behind the bar. Dad followed suit.
***
We were three beers in when Dad said the day was catching up with him. "It's early though, you should stay out," he urged. "Have some fun."
I almost said no, but it was barely 9 o'clock, and a part of me wanted to take advantage of some independent time. I told Dad I'd maybe stay out for a while longer.
"You got the spare room key, right?"
I told him I did. "I won't be out long," I said.
"I hope you are," he chuckled. "Seriously, enjoy yourself, Joey," he said as he got up from his bar stool. I try to not to perv on my old man but seeing him in his casual jeans and sweatshirt, it was hard not to admire his sturdy body. I mean, Dad's got a beer belly but otherwise is pretty damn solid. I felt his strength as he gave my shoulder one last squeeze before bidding me good night.
I gave it maybe five minutes after he left, then I downed my drink and found my way to the Metro to Dupont Circle. I'd only been to a gay bar twice before, and each time was nerve wracking as hell. But something about being in a different city made me feel anonymous. I felt giddy and excited as I walked the blocks to some bar I found on Google.
Maybe I picked the wrong place, or maybe it was too early, but the bar was dead. I may have been anonymous, but I stuck out in the place, the only dude under 40 in a place of older man. That would have been fine. I mean, I kind of get turned on by men in their late 30s, or 40s and 50s. But a couple of obnoxious guys made a beeline for me in turn, as soon as I got my beer. I tried to do the thanks but no thanks, thing but they wouldn't fucking let up. It brought out my whole anxiety about being in the place to begin with. I didn't even finish my beer, I just bolted out of there.
The whole way back to the hotel, I was frustrated and maybe a little mad at myself. I maybe should have tried another bar, but at this point I wasn't in the mood.
I tried to be quiet when I got back to the hotel room. There was the click of the key card, but other than that I slipped into the room silently, so I wouldn't wake Dad. It took me a second to realize that the light was on, and that Dad was hardly asleep. I was a few steps in the room, far enough to see half of the beds, when I realized what the fuck was happening.
"You like that cock, Daddy?" the voice was youthful and masculine, and it seemed to match the very attractive athletic younger guy who was boning my father doggy style.
My beefy bodied old man was bracing himself on all fours and actually bucking his meaty ass back against every hard thrust. If I wasn't hard yet, that sight alone made my cock feel more rigid than I'd ever felt.
"You know it, buddy," my father growled in that deep, loud voice of his. "Pound my fucking hole." God, Dad was being really loud and his sex talk seemed to echo off the walls. I hoped to God there was soundproofing, then realized I hadn't heard anything before stepping into the room.
The young dude just gripped Dad's waist and used the leverage to pull my father's body back and forth onto his shaft. "You wanna do the scene we talked about, man?" the guys asked, quiet in his voice now.
Dad nodded and blushed beet red. "Yeah, let's go for it."
The top's chest seemed to puff proudly. I couldn't believe they'd not noticed me. Hell, I couldn't believe I had the balls or the stupidity to just stand there and watch them. But they were so caught up in their mating. The man's hips now slowed to a slow sexy grind and he leaned forward and kissed along Dad's thick shoulder and neck. "I've wanted to do this for so long, Dad," he growled. "After every hockey practice."
"Oh god, yeah, Joey!" my father hissed, not as loud this time.
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
My heart pounded and my dick throbbed, but my mind was in a major head-fuck place now. I was actually hyperventilating, and the voyeurism had gone from a sexual turnon to a sense of invading Dad's privacy, or seeing something I shouldn't have seen. I backed out as quietly as I entered, and let the door open and shut as silently as I could.
"Fuck!" I hissed to myself as I stood in the hallway, feeling my heart race. I tried to gather my thoughts to something that would get my dick to go down. It half worked, but not fully. I thought of going somewhere else for a while, even the hotel lobby. But I had to know. Know who'd been fucking Dad. Probably not a boyfriend, cause Dad never came to DC. Maybe some dude from Grindr, I don't know.
It took ten minutes, maybe a little more. I waited down the hall, by the elevator bank, and when I heard the click of the door, I peered out. The first one was a different room, but the second, a minute later, was from ours. I pretended like I was I just coming from the elevators and walked slowly down the hall. The dude was busy with his phone as he walked, texting or something so I could get a good look at him. I'd seen his body in profile, but now that I saw him head on, wearing joggers and a zip up pullover, I could make out that he was almost a dead ringer for me! Blue eyes to my brown, and higher cheekbones, but otherwise there was so much similar. Same height, same athletic build, same dark brown hair, same jockish demeanor.
"Hey," he grunted in acknowledgement as we passed. Bro to bro.
"Hey," I said, nervously, trying to pass it off as a normal exchange. He kept on his way, and I paused at the room door, wondering if he'd look back. He never did.
I wasn't quiet this time. I wanted to give Dad time notice. I shut the door loudly and called out, "Hey Dad."
"Hey, buddy," he called out. He was lying back in bed, watching some sports news on the TV with the volume turned down. Wearing only a thin pair of gym shorts, his body was relaxed and I got a good chance to admire his muscle. Big bulging arms, rounded shoulders, and full hard pecs. Dad's surprisingly smooth for a guy his age, but there was a dusting of hair on his chest and torso... finer and lighter colored than my own body hair. Below his pecs there was some extra weight... more than middle aged spread, I guess, though his beer belly was shy of a full gut. On Dad it looked hot. The thin fabric didn't leave too much to the imagination, but my father's genitals were soft so didn't form too much of a package. And in some ways those thighs stole the show, with a rounded curve and palpable meatiness. They were hairier than his upper body but not outright furry.
I couldn't believe this man, my father, had just taken dick like a porn star.
I snapped out of my perving reverie and rifled though my bag for my own pair of shorts. No way was I sleeping in just underwear tonight. I even pulled out some compression to layer underneath, to keep any boner in check.
I ducked into the bathroom to piss, change, brush my teeth, and just collect myself. When I got out, bare chested as Dad, he was still on the other bed, absorbed in whatever boring sports talk program was on. I couldn't believe how nonchalant he was being. Then again, maybe getting laid puts you in that kind of mood.
I settled onto the other double bed and pretended to be interested in the TV. I'd sneak glanced over at my father, to get a look at his half naked body but also to imagine that forbidden spot between his legs, deep in his ass. No way did he have the chance to shower off after sex, and I just knew that cleft and hole were still wet with lube.... and if the guy didn't put on a condom, then cum as well.
I had to lift my leg and surreptitiously reach down to pinch the base of my cock to tame the hardon. Compression would only do so much.
"Have fun tonight?" Dad finally asked. "I thought you'd be out longer."
The messed up thing was that I felt guilty for coming back too early, of not giving my father enough time to hook up with a dude. "It was all right," I said. "Just wasn't feeling it."
He looked over at me, his brown eyes filled with normal fatherly concern. "Yeah, buddy? I figured a good looking dude like you would be able to score a hot girl for the night."
"Dad!" I objected.
"What?" he asked. As if his concern were just a normal dad's male bonding with his son. In another instance it might be, but I knew now that Dad got off on the idea of me fucking. That's why he was always asking me about girls.
I had every intention of playing dumb. Of just filing this evening back into my memory bank for stroke sessions. Because this was potentially explosive stuff.
Instead I picked up that stick of emotional TNT. "I, um, saw you guys... just now... earlier," I eked out through a shaky voice.
Dad's relaxed, happy go lucky face turned dead serious. "Oh," he said. "I thought I head the door click." He looked at me and I just knew what he was thinking. He was trying to figure out just how much I'd seen. "Sorry you had to see that Joey."
"Guess I should have picked up the hint you wanted some alone time," I said. Trying to pass it off like Dad was my dorm roommate needing to get laid. I even forced a chuckle to make light of the weirdness.
Dad turned off the TV and turned toward me. God, I wished he wasn't looking so hot just then. Chest and arm muscle bulging as his body pivoted toward me. "I'm serious, Joe... I didn't mean.... Damnit... I guess you know now... your old man likes to have a little fun now and then."
It was none of my business, but curiosity won out. "He wasn't your boyfriend or anything, was he?" I mean, it didn't seem likely but I had to know if I was getting a step dad my age.
He shook his head. "Nothing like that, son," he said, pausing before adding, "It's just, well, sometimes I splurge on a hustler."
It was a weird first reaction, but I was a little mad that Dad paid that dude when any number of men would be lucky to fuck him. But as the memory of that primal scene flashed in my head, I was getting rock hard again. "Dad, I'm pretty sure you don't need to pay anyone."
Dad's eyes were on me intently now. Deciding how to take my comment. "Sometimes I want someone who's not gonna pass judgment," he said quietly. Damn he was making himself vulnerable now, for sure.
I was too. Meeting his gaze, I said, less quietly now, "I'm not gonna pass judgment, Dad."
"No?" he asked. I could hear his voice catch in his throat.
"Nope. And I hope you don't pass judgment on me," I replied.
"What would I...?" Dad started to ask before he let out a surprised, "oh!"
I'd pulled my legs out and was revealing my hardon to dad. Even beneath the shorts and through the compression, my ridge of college-jock cock was visible. My heart raced nervously but I also sat up proudly in bed and spread my legs further to show my dick off to my father.
"Fuck, you're big, Joey," he gapsed, without thinking before he took his eyes off my crotch and looked back up at me. "How long?"
"I dunno, Dad," I said. "Maybe 7 and a half inches. Almost eight."
"Shit," he grunted. Then shook his head. "But I meant how long have you had a thing for me?"
"Honest, Dad?" I replied. "I don't know. Maybe longer than I realized."
He nodded, taking in the information.
I looked over at my father and could see his dick firming up to a spike again in those shorts. "How long have you had a thing for me, Dad?"
"Maybe longer than I realized, too," he shot back, now sitting up on the bed, facing me. "I swear Joey, I tried not to go there, but you grew into such a hot fucking stud."
I'd had sex with men a couple of times before, and I'd enjoyed the naughty thrill of it. But this just seemed to click, the mutual sexual attraction. The fact Dad was as boned for me as I was for him made me wish we weren't father and son.
Then again, that was the thrill of it, too.
With a playful grin, I hooked my thumbs in my shorts and pulled them up over my boner. Dad was silent and his attention fixated watching this simple, taboo act. I slid off the shorts and the compression and let my long, thick cock ride up. It was fully engorged and stood up from my treasure trail at a rigid angle.
Dad gulped again and looked up at me. "We doing this, son?"
"Yeah, Dad," I hissed, scooting off the bed and standing up. Horniness winning out over my nerves. "We're fucking doing this."
I heard a low rumble as my butch father scooted over and with one hand on my leg to guide me, he took me into his mouth.
"Holy fuck!" I gasped. At first it was just the sheer forbidden fact that my own father was licking and now sucking my bone. But quickly I was going wild at realizing how frickin' good Dad was at this. Not going for the kill, he gave slow, sensual head that seemed to be worshipful and did the trick of working me up to a boil without sending me over the edge.
I'd had guys suck my dick a couple of times, but I'd never fully gotten a blowjob, not for real. Dad was giving me my first.
"Dad," I hissed, spreading my legs to brace my body and running my fingers softly through his light-brown hair to encourage him. I rode out the incredible incestuous pleasure, then had to put on the breaks. "Dad..." I urged, using my fingers to nudge his skull back off me. "I don't wanna cum yet."
My father let out a soft, deep growl as my wet thick prick cleared his lips. And just as quickly as he'd taken me into his mouth, his face dove down to start tonguing and kissing my balls.
"You've turned into such a stud, all right," I heard him say between kisses. "Big fucking balls, too."
I'd had two hookups with older men. Men Dad's age. One was fun, the other I felt a little skeeved out by the man's lecherous fixation on my youth. But with Dad, I responded instantly to his worshipful lust for me. Something about it brought out both my loving and aggressive side. Holding the back of his head, I pulled him roughly into my crotch, then relaxed my grip and patted his head affectionately. Dad seemed to love that.
"I wanna fuck you, Dad," I let out. As I said the words, I knew they were a messed up thing to think, much less say. I was so horny, though, and after seeing Dad practically slut out earlier, my dick was doing the thinking for me.
Dad pulled back, spit on his lips and excitement in his brown eyes. "Yeah, Joey?"
If I didn't know before, I had a pretty good confirmation that Dad had thought a LOT about that very idea. His hand stroked my spit-wet prick, as if he was sizing up how much he'd feel my size.
A nagging doubt hit me. Not incest, but my inexperience. "I might not have the moves that hustler did, but I wanna bone you, Dad."
Dad leaned back, his burly body on display for me, with its hard blue-collar muscle and that extra bulk. He was beautiful and my cock twitched seeing his masculine build offered before me. "How you want me? On all fours?"
I stepped back for a better view, shaking my head. "Face to face," I growled, feeling my cock twitch. I'd had my experiences with men and a hell of a lot of self time with porn. This was better than both combined. "I wanna make out with my dad while I fuck him."
"Joey," Dad grunted, scrambling up to lie back on the bed. I was following him, already greedily tugging at the waist band of his shorts. The elastic snagged on his erection, but he helped me work it over and off his thighs, before I pulled the shorts off and tossed them aside. "This is SO fucking wrong, son," he hissed, and I knew we were on the same wavelength. Riding that taboo.
"Fuck yeah, it's wrong," I growled, the words almost catching in my throat I was so turned on. "A son shouldn't wanna fuck his father."
Dad honest to god whimpered at that. Or maybe it was the feel of my hardon nudging along his thigh as I leaned down and claimed a kiss.
This itself was a line crossed, more than the cocksucking, more than the sex talk. I was French kissing my own father and he was sucking my tongue into his mouth before battling it with his own. We grunted into our kiss, humping our heated bodies and feeling that incredible flesh-on-flesh contact.
This desire had been bottled up so deep inside me, but this evening had brought it out so quickly, I knew it was always there. Knew my father had been deep in my psyche as I masturbated all these years. Knew he was an implicit comparison for any man I went for.
I'd have to ask Dad where I fit into his fantasies, or if there were other men, young men, in his life. All I knew now was how hungrily he held me and felt up my hockey-jock body and spread his legs, inviting me in, then wrapping those feet around to guide me to enter him.
I wasn't hustler-skilled, so I had to reach down and guide my rigid cock to root around for his entrance. But that escort had left a good amount of lube there, and as I nudged my father's recently-fucked pucker, I could tell there was a good deal of cum, too. The idea excited me and made me jealous at the same time. That fucker should have been paying Dad for the privilege...
I thrust inside my old man. Between the suddenness and my size, it was a LOT for Dad to take. Turns out the man liked it that way. He growled into our kiss and used his heels against my strong ass to urge me on.
I didn't need my invitation engraved. I let my body and my hormonal need take over. I fucked Dad, maybe just shy of rough, but definitely hard. And the faster and deeper I went the more the big man's body responded beneath me.
"Fuck me, Joe," he grunted as I broke the kiss and leaned up to get a good look at the man I was shafting, the man who made me.
"You love your son's cock in you?" I prodded.
"Fuck yeah," Dad replied. "Hot fucking incest."
That alone about got me to cum. My hips were a blur of motion and I was THIS close to orgasm.
"Open your mouth, Dad," I urged. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but I think I'd seen it a porn video and something about Dad's need made me wanna try it.
My father opened his mouth and I did it. I spit right into it, hitting the back of his throat like a bullseye target.
Dad actually fucking whimpered once I did.
I hawked some more spit and let it fly once more. And that did it, I was cumming HARD. Harder than I ever had in my life. My hips were now longer thrusting madly but giving a couple of deep jerks into my dad's guts to add my seed to that hustler's.
Dad was rock hard against my abs as we made out and held each other. Holding on to each other and not wanting this father-son fuck to end.
After a couple of minutes I realized I didn't have to end. Dad hadn't gotten off, and I was still rock hard. I could probably go for another... yeah, I could definitely go for another. My hips began a soft, shallow thrust, enough for Dad to feel it inside him.
"You going for another, Joey?" he asked, surprised and excited.
I nodded, smiling down on my father. His hair was matted down with sweat and he had a vulnerable edge to his handsome looks. I felt a strange sexual domination over my old man, but a hell a lot of love, too. It was all in the mix.
"You ever been fucked all night, Dad?" I asked, putting on my deepest, sternest voice I could manage. Yeah, maybe it was a boast, but at that point I felt I had it in me. In any case, I wanted to try.
"God, Joe," Dad hissed. His hands openly massaged my arm muscle, not as big and round as his guns but still with that athletic harness from sports and working out regularly.
I grinned, feeling playful as hell. "Is that a 'God, Joe,' I can't handle that? Or a 'God, Joe, please fuck me all night, Joe'?" I teased.
I felt Dad's heels on my ass cheeks again. "God, Joe, please fuck me all night, Joe.... son."
"You got it... Dad."
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i really hope these charlie requests aren’t getting repetitive for you but i’m glad someone’s writing for him! could you write an argument with charlie? maybe he gets jealous or protective? i loved your charlie one shot where reader is the twin’s best friend and charlie and her have an age gap 🤩 that was such a good fic xx
You Can’t Control Who I Date|Charlie Weasley
pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader
Summary: Charlie hates when you bring dates around and talks down about them, but at Ginny’s birthday you get into a screaming match.
Warnings: jealousy, drinking, kissing, swearing, after the war, FRED IS ALIVE, cheating I guess, charlie scared of rejection
A/N: tbh idk if I could ever get tired of Charlie requests!
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It was Ginny Weasley’s, well now Ginny Potter’s birthday. So, for her birthday, she got the group together.
She invited, Harry, her husband, Fred and George, ron, hermione, bill, you and Charlie.
You always had a crush on Charlie. You never admitted it to him. You were in England and he was in Romania. Charlie always liked you and was jealous whenever you brought guys around.
This time was no different. You tried to move on from your childhood crush, but it never worked. No guy was him. They were never Charlie.
Charlie’s grip tightened on his glass when you walked in with a lanky, blonde boy.
“You know,” his sister, Ginny, started, “It would be better if you just told her and stopped getting mad when she brings guys around.”
Fred snickered, patting Charlie’s shoulder, “You can fight dragons but cant talk to a sweet girl like Y/N? Pathetic, Charles.”
Charlie huffed taking a swig of his drink.
You and your date took a seat at the table, squeezed between him and Charlie. You and Charlie were always friends through Hogwarts and it didn’t take long for you to begin crushing on the handsome boy. Then he told you of his plans after school, there was no way he wanted to settle down.
“Hi, guys.” You smiled at the table, “This is Richard.” The blonde waved, slinging his arm over the back of your chair. Charlie was seething, especially when Richard whispered for only your ears. He got up and left.
“Where does his work?” George offered.
“Ministry. Department of Magical games.” Charlie scoffed and you narrowed your eyes.
“What is wrong with you, Charlie?”
“You can get someone better than that.” You rolled your eyes ignoring him. He always made comments like that.
“Not right now, Charlie. We’re celebrating your sister.”
He took another swig. Your date came with two drinks.
After a couple of drinks you took Hermione and Ginny with you to the dance floor. Crammed bodies and loud music.
“I just don’t get it.” You shouted over the music. “Why does Charlie not want me to be happy.”
The girls both knew why. Though they didn’t speak on it.
Richard came out on the dance floor pulling you close to him, swaying to the music together.
But back at the table, Charlie was watching with angry eyes.
“If you keep staring at her like that, you might just break your drink.” Ron snickered at Fred’s comment. Richards hands were too adventurous grabbing your butt before landing them on your waist swaying together.
“Well, she shouldn’t be with him. He’s not good for her.”
“Who is then?” George egged on with raised eyebrows.
“I.. I don’t know.” Charlie muttered.
“Come on, Charlie.” Harry took a sip of his drink. “She likes you.”
“Obviously not.”
“She does look real comfy with Richard.” Ron added. Fred sent him a ‘not helping’ look.
Richard left you again and Charlie decided he needed bathroom. He opened the door. On the countertop was a girl he’d never seen before and Richard, your date, with his tongue down her throat. Charlie slammed the door closed.
He made his way through the dance floor, finding you with Ginny and Hermione. He latched a hand around your wrist and pulled you out of the club.
Now here you were on a rainy sidewalk. The rain pounded and Charlie was seeing red. “Charlie! What the fuck?“ you shouted.
“I don’t like Richard.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m sure you don’t! You never like any guy I bring around.” You scoffed, pointing at him.
“For good reasons.” His voice raised matching yours.
“Yeah, because he has an office job? Maybe I want to finally settle down, Charlie. Just because you don’t want to doesn’t meant your best friend can’t!”
“That’s not the point.” You scoffed again. “I want to settle down someday.”
“Well, I don’t want to wait around.”
Charlie sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t like Richard!”
“Why? Why not Charlie?”
“He was kissing another girl in the bathroom.” Your feet faltered.
“He was?” You asked tilting your head. You were never going to fall in love. “Well, how do I know that’s the truth?”
“What the fuck? It is the fucking truth? I’m your best friend why would I fucking lie about that shit?”
“Well, you haven’t been acting like a best friend lately. It’s like you dont want me to be happy!”
“No, I do. Just not with him!”
“If not him, then who?”
“Me. Fucking me!” He said exasperated. “I want you to be happy with me! I want you to settle down with me. I want to settle down with you! I’ve been too scared to tell my feelings since Hogwarts.”
“Stop. Stop playing with me.” You said shaking your head facing your feet.
“Love, I’m not.” His voice soft and hoarse after the yelling. “I’m in love with you.” He walked closer pulling your chin up to face him.
You couldn’t keep back anymore. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your lips on his. You sighed when he didn’t kiss you back and pulled away.
Charlie finally came to his senses kissing you this time. Charlie pulled you in by your waist and slipped his tongue in your mouth; only parting for air.
“I love you.” You both whispered at the same time.
“YAY!!” Multiple voices cheered at the same time. It was Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Harry, And Ginny.
They had been listening the whole time. You blushed hiding your face in Charlie’s chest, who chuckled winking at them.
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The only one I want (Soap x reader)
You was Johnny's best friend (as well as being madly in love with him since you met him over 10 years ago) but when he got into the SAS it meant he had to move and due to your jobs you hadn't been able to see each other for about 5 years. Well that was until Ghost rang you about surprising Johnny for his birthday and he really wanted you to be there. It was all going great until his girlfriend met you and she got jealous and possessive very quickly.
Tw ~ Bullying, unprotective sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, p in v. I think that's it
Reader is AFAB and a bigger gal ;)
You was at work when your phone started ringing, you look at who was calling you and saw it was Ghost. You instantly panicked, Ghost always texted you, he never rang unless something bad had happened "Are you alright to watch the bar, I have to take this".
"Are you both okay?" was the first thing you said, "Yes we're fine" Ghost chuckled at your sigh of relief "Why are you ringing me then? Nearly gave me a heart attack at work" you scolded and Ghost could imagine your face right now. "I'm planning a surprise birthday party for Johnny and I really want you to be here, it would be the best birthday present for him" he whispered so you guessed he was at work, "My dad keeps asking when I'm going to see Johnny. He misses his 'son'" you joked "I should be able to get the time off work, look It's Saturday and it's getting busy at work. I'll talk to my dad tomorrow and let you know". "Cheers Love" was the last thing he said before you hung up and went back to work.
With your dad being the CEO of the franchise you manage at meant it was easy for you to get time off but you never liked to abuse those privileges and wanted to make sure you could have time off. "How long do you need off?" you farther asked first. "You can take him his birthday presents from us. We don't need to spend lots money of posting these for him" your mother said after. "Can I come with you? I miss Johnny" your younger brother whined. "Maybe 2 weeks or so? I'm not sure what his schedule is like but I would like to spend time with him. Yes I'll take his presents and no I'm sorry lil man. You have school but I'll video call you so you can talk to him" you answered everyone's question before looking at your father. "Just please tell him we miss him" your father pleaded and you laughed "I will. He misses you as well...well moms cooking more". You all laughed before you texted Ghost and started packing.
"Hey Y/N" Ghost wrapped you in a big hug, you have known him for about 7 years. Johnny introduced you when they both came back to England for a while and you hit it off really well, you was one of the few people Ghost called a friend. "Hey Si" you hugged him back before getting into his car.
"Laswell said you can stay at the base for a while so you don't have to pay for a hotel room" you looked at Ghost "You'll be staying at my place for now until Johnny's birthday" he laughed. It was quiet so you decided to make small talk "How's him and Sofia? He seems happy, in love" it made you sad to ask about his girlfriend, you like. No. You was in love with Johnny and have been since they day you met him but like every high school love book you never told him because you didn't want to risk ruining your friendship, plus you was scared he didn't like you because you had always been bigger than most girls. Not that it matters now, you had learnt to love your body and they way you look. It gave you more confident and realised men didn't care but it was too late with Johnny. "He seems happy" Ghost brought you out of your thought "I sense that there's a but" you teased, he pulled into the car park outside his apartment "There is but well talk over food"
After a long shower you got into your PJs which resulted in a baggy tee and some shorts "So why don't you like her" you asked with a glass of wine in your hand, he hesitated "It isn't just me. Everyone at the base don't like her. She's got Johnny wrapped around her finger and she knows it, she's always flirting with the recruits when she thinks we're not around, constantly asking Johnny to buy her stupidly expensive things, doesn't like him hanging out with us and has tried to stop him going on a mission". "Let me guess she only 'likes' him because he's in the army and because he works out" you added and Ghosts nodded "He's been like it since I've known him, he will never see it but he always goes for the girls that only care about status, money and looks" you sighed. "She also doesn't like you.....she feels threatened because he has a female best friend. She's always asking if anything has ever gone off between you too and when you last saw each other. I tell her truth but she doesn't believe me" you could help but laugh but what Ghosts asks next catches you off guard. "Do you still love him?" Ghost asked, "Of course I do Si" you laughed. Ghost said nothing just smiled as if he knew something but you played it off.
Of course he knew something, Johnny told him everything which means he knew that Johnny was also in love with you and has been since you first met but like you he didn't want to risk ruining your friendship. Ghost did ask you to come and surprise Johnny but also because he hopes Johnny will see that Sofia isn't the love of his life. You are. He hopes something would happen so you two would finally confess your love for each other. Not that he would tell anyone his plan.
It was the day before Johnny's surprise birthday party but for Ghost it was a normal day, kind of. He had to go over the last finishing touches for Johnny's party. He had walked into the common room to see Sofia "Good morning Ghost" she flirted but he just grunted in response "Have you seen Soap?". Ghost only called him Soap because he knew she didn't like his nickname "Johnny. Is with Price, he shouldn't be long". "Mornin' Ghost" Johnny's voice boomed from the other side of the room "We're all going for drinks tomorrow, you should come" you said not really giving Johnny a choice but obviously Sofia didn't like that "Oh no he can't. He's taking me out tomorrow". Ghost looked back at her slightly and smirked, he thought about her reaction to see you at the bar, "You can bring Sofia, Laswell is going to be there and some other people" he convinced him. "Yeah we'll be there, it will be nice for you finally meet everyone darlin" Johnny smiled completely oblivious to everything.
Ghost told you it was a small dive bar that he had rented out so you didn't need to go all out, just something casual, "So he has no idea I'm here?" you asked. "Johnny is very smart but he's been oblivious that I've basically been harbouring his best friend for a few days" and you laughed while finishing getting ready. "She's going to be there isn't she?" you asked referring to Sofia "It will be fun" Ghost replied. Great
You would be lying if you said you wasn't nervous seeing Johnny but at the same time you was excited "Lads this is Y/N" Ghost introduced you to the rest of the 141 plus a few other people. "So you're the best friend he never shuts up about" the man known as Gaz said "The one and only" you flipped your hair and laughed. "It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Price. This is Laswell, Alejandro and Rudy" you shuck hands with them all and got chatting "Is it true Soap accidently pushed you off a roof?" Gaz asked and you thought for a moment before remembering the memory "He didn't push me off" you started laughing "we snuck onto the roof of my house and started play fighting. Johnny was loosing so he thought it would be a good idea to push me but I like to be dramatic so I kind of just threw myself off. I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm because turns out. Throwing yourself off a roof to be dramatic isn't a good idea". Everyone started laughing with you "He's here" someone came in and said so you hid behind Ghost, he gave you a questioning look "You're like 6'3 and well built. I'm 5'5 so let me hide".
"Happy birthday Soap" everyone said together "Holy shit. All this for me? You shouldn't have guys" his voice boomed out and you couldn't help but smile. "We actually have 1 more surprise for you" Ghost smiled and stepped to the side "Surprise bitch" you shouted. Johnny's eyes widened, not believing what he was saying "Y/n?", you threw him a cheeky smile before he tackled you into a hug "God I've missed you" he sounded like he was going to cry "I've missed you too".
Ghost could see the anger in Sofia's face, well actually everyone could see it and snickered. They knew Ghost did it on purpose but never said anything. "You must be Sofia" you walked towards her and stuck your hand out to shake "Fat bitch" she whispered as she shoved past you. "Charming" you whispered to yourself. "How long are you here for?" Johnny asked, you looked towards Sofia "2 maybe 3 weeks depending on your schedule. My parents miss you". "You've met her parents?" Sofia spat, annoyed you gave her the same energy "Well considering we grew up together yeah" and pulled a face before walking away. "She's a delight" you whispered at Ghost and he laughed in agreement.
You had been there for 5 days and not once did you get to spend time with Johnny. When he was at the base she was attached to him like a rash and pulled him away whenever you tried to talk to him, when it was his days off she got him doing something with her and quiet frankly it was starting to piss you off. "I swear to god I will say something" you shot your gun in the firing range with Ghost, Gaz and Price while they listened to you kick off, "Then why don't you" Gaz asked. "I would if she would stop being a little bitch". They knew you was annoyed a decided to teach you how to shoot a gun to help get your anger out.
"Have you ever thought about joining the army?" Price asked to change the subject "I mean I thought about it when Johnny wanted to join" you held your gun up and aimed. "Why didn't you? You'd make a great recruit" Price asked again. You was about to answer "Because that would mean she would have to go on a diet and actually work out. I don't know if you saw any pictures of her when she was younger but she was massive, could of been mistaken for a whale. Well you could still be mistaken for one now" Sofia cut in walking towards the boys "Actually my father was about to open his new business and I wanted to help him and his business grow. Turns out I prefer being a manager and a bartender, he said that when I'm ready we can be co-business partners" you turned to Sofia "Speaking of jobs, don't you have one? Or are you too busy sponging off Johnny?". "When your as pretty as me you shouldn't have to work. Not that you would know what being pretty is like" she walked to Ghost and put her hand on his bicep "We're going out later, you should join us". "God built me, your doctor built you. Probably with daddy's money" and if looks could kill you would be dead, "Why you" she started walking towards you but you held the gun up "I wouldn't sweetheart" you smiled oh so innocently.
Another 3 days and it's like Johnny had completely gone off the grid, nobody had seen him nor could they get in touch with him. Everyone was worried but they knew that Sofia had made him stay with her after the little conversation you both had. "She's threatened by Y/N" Gaz joked and you joined in "She should be, I'm built like a whale remember", "Could squish her" Ghost added. "I'm gonna have a shower, I'm never fighting Ghost again" you got up "Why, It was fun". "Bitch I nearly died. I'm sweating out of places I didn't know was even possible" you poked him before walking to your room on base.
"I'm so sorry Captain" Johnny came running in, out of breath "Where have you been?" Price asked annoyed, "She locked the door and windows, she hid the fucking key. She even broke my phone. I had to sneak out of the tiny ass bathroom window. I don't know what's gotten into her" Johnny explained. Ghost couldn't keep quiet any longer "She's fucking crazy Johnny, I don't know what you see in her", "She's not normally like this...no she's a lot better than this.....she's the best person ever....I love her" he started rambling on trying to make excuses for himself when in reality he hasn't been happy, he hasn't been for a while now but after seeing you he soon realised he didn't love Sofia anymore. "You're rambling Johnny" your voice made him turn around, he said nothing but hugged you. Tightly.
"What's happening here?" Sofia basically screeched, Johnny pulled away and started talking "Sofia I think" but she cut him off and pointed towards you "Ever since you came here my relationship has been a mess. You've ruined everything, because of you Johnny hasn't wanted to see me. I've had to force him to stay with me". You gave her a short laugh "What by making sure he can't leave...and breaking his phone? What if had a life of death mission to go on and he couldn't because of you?". She looked at everyone, slightly embarrassed and started babbling "At least I'm not fat". Really? Was that the best insult she could give you "Yes. Well done. You've noticed that I am, in fact, fat. I have been fat all my life and I don't know why you think that pathetic little insult will hurt me" you turned to Johnny "I'm sorry Johnny, but it's best if I go home" you gave him a sad smile before walking off.
"Yeah you do that, go back home and carry on being a slut" You stopped walking and faced her "Oh I've seen your posts. I know you sleep around because you know that nobody would ever want someone so fat and disgusting as you" she clung to Johnny's arms "And I know your in love with Johnny but jokes on you he will never love you back. I've seen his ex's and none them are fat. Army men don't like fat bitches". You looked at Johnny with tears falling down your cheek before you left to pack your bags.
Sofia started laughing "Well that's that little problem sorted, come one baby. Let's go home". Johnny snatched his arm away from Sofia "What the fuck is wrong with you". She was shocked "What? I just got rid of your distraction" she generally didn't think she did anything wrong. "Distraction? You thought she was a distraction? If anything you're the fucking distraction, you stopped me from going to work, you've tried to stop me going on important missions to the point I've nearly been told to never come back. Because of you I've been so fucking unhappy but now I might actually loose the most important person in my life" Johnny started to raise his voice "But baby" she cooed. "Don't baby me, this is done. We're done. I want nothing to do with you". "You're leaving me?" she cried as he walked away "Yes to be with the only woman I've ever wanted in my life"
You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream, shout anything to express how upset you was. You may have just lost your best friend, the only person you could turn too and talk to for hours about your problems. He would never judge you or scold you, he would always sit and listen. You couldn't cry, you didn't have time too, you needed to pack your bags and book the next flight back home. You didn't hear the door opening and locking until Johnny's voice broke you from your trance "Y/N". You stood up not knowing what to say but it it didn't matter, Johnny only wanted to know one thing "How long?". You didn't say anything "How long Y/N?" he asked again this time he walked towards you, "Since I first met you" you whispered and looked into his piercing blue eyes, the eyes you have loved for 10 years. He grabbed your waist gently and kissed you, it was slow, passionate, it was like fireworks had gone off. You couldn't think of anything at that very moment. You pulled away "What about" he shook his head "You're the only woman I want. You're the only woman I've ever wanted in my life but I was so scared you didn't feel the same way" he whispered before you put your hands on his face and kissed him again. This time it was hungry.
You wasted no time in taking each others clothes off, Johnny wanted to take him time with you but at the same time he has been waiting for this moment for too long now he needed you, wanted you. He wanted you to know how much he loved you, he wanted to know you was his. He guided you to the bed and gently laid you down, hands not leaving your body. "God I've wanted you for so long" he whispered kissing up and down your thighs, getting dangerously close to your cunt before backing away in a teasingly way "Please Johnny" you whimpered. "I want to take care of you, I don't want to rush" he whispered caressing your thighs, "You have other times to take care of me, Johnny I need this. I need you" you pleaded looking at him, you saw the hunger in his eyes and the thoughts of him being a gentleman went out of the window.
He crawled up your body and crashed his lips to yours but kept a hand on your thigh "God you're so fucking beautiful" he started running his fingers through your soaked folds before plunging two fingers deep into you, your back arched in pleasure. One hand scratched at his back as the other gripped his hair as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, "I need more" you moaned, "Tell me darling. Tell me what you want" he moaned in between kisses. "I need to fuck me Johnny. Please". He removed his fingers and lined himself up with your entrance and asked "Are you ready?". "Yes, god yes" you practically begged him before he slowly pressed himself into, bit by bit. He wanted you too feel all of him but he also wanted to feel you.
You could feel yourself stretching around him and god was it amazing, you felt like you was in heaven. He started out slow but once you was fully stretched out he picked up his pace, you buried your face into his neck but he grabbed your chin to make you look at him "Keep your eyes on me and don't even think about looking away. I want to see you fall apart" he growled as he started going faster, all that could be heard was skin to skin contact. You moaned and whimpered but not once did you look away "That's it darling, let me see you fall apart". "Johnny I" you tried to speak but you was too cock drunk and Johnny loved it, seeing you this way, unable to speak because of him "What's wrong darling, gonna cum for me". You nodded your head unable to speak, he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and began slamming into you. He could feel your walls tightening around him "Hm shit darling, just a bit longer now". "Fuck. Johnny" you screamed as your body tensed in ways you didn't know where possible as you came, you started shaking from the sensitivity as Johnny chased his own orgasm.
Johnny flopped next to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him. You both kept quiet, catching your breaths, enjoying each others company. "Why didn't you say anything?" you whispered putting your hand onto his cheek, "I was scared you didn't feel the same way, I was scared to loose you" he gently grabbed your hand and kissed your palm "Please don't leave yet" he whispered. You brought his forehead to yours "I never got the chance to book a plain ticket".
"I love you Y/N"
"I love you too Johnny"
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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 2
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"Ellie, are you listening to me? Ellie! Eleanor!"
"What?"
"Are you listening to me or not?"
"Of course I am" I reply.
"Then tell me, what was I talking about?"
"You... You..."
"See? You weren't listening. You were too busy looking at something on your phone" my sister Sophie says.
"I was just watching a video."
"Yeah, and smiling like an idiot. Let me see."
"No!" I say, hiding my phone.
"Eleanor, let me see!" she repeats, throwing herself at me and trying to take it from my hands.
"Sophie, stop it!"
"Give me that!"
"No!"
"Ha! Got it!" she says. She may be my little sister, but she always wins when we fight. "Let's see what had you smiling like that."
"It was nothing" I insist, sitting down on the sofa.
"Declan Rice? Who is he and why were you watching his funny moments on YouTube?"
"He is no one."
"He is... Ellie! He's wearing an England shirt! Is he one of the boys you and dad met the other day?"
"No, he is not" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I'm sure he is. Let's check his Instagram, shall we?"
"Sophie, give me my phone back."
"No" she replies. "Oh, you already follow him! Of course you do. And wait, you have a photo together? You liar!"
"Sophie..."
"It was an honour and a pleasure to meet HRH Princess Eleanor this morning... A pleasure, uh?" she says with a mischevious smile.
"Sophie, give me my phone back!" I say, getting up again and snatching it from her hands.
"Do you fancy him?"
"I don't."
"He's fit. He isn't what you would usually call handsome, but there is something about him that makes him attractive. Did you speak to him?"
"I did."
"And? Was it love at first sight?"
"It was nothing, Sophie. Besides, he has a girlfriend."
"Does he?" she says, sitting next to me.
"That's what Google says. Though they also say that they haven't posted about each other in months, like for birthdays and anniversaries."
"You don't fancy him, but you googled his life" Sophie laughs.
"It was just a Google search because I wanted to know a bit more about him. Nothing else."
"Yeah, sure, of course. Is he going to Canada?"
"Yes."
"Then if he has a girlfriend, she should also be going to support him. You'll find out rather sooner than later."
"I guess, yes" I sigh.
"You fancy him, Eleanor."
"Will you stop annoying me if I say yes?"
"I will, I promise."
"Then yes, I fancy Declan."
"I knew it!" she says, clapping her hands in excitement. "Do you think he likes you too?"
"I don't know. After the event from the photo he did come to talk with me, and I felt... Something. I'm pretty sure we kind of flirted too.”
“Just kind of?”
“Ok, fine. We flirted. And I made him blush when I complimented his eyes.”
“Ah, Eleanor! This is so exciting!”
“No, it isn’t. Dad already warned me. I am not allowed to date a football player."
“But he didn’t say anythign about having one as your lover, did he?”
“Sophine...” I sigh.
"Ok, ok” she chuckles. “But can you imagine a football player being the next King of England? And one with an Irish name. You have a thing for them, don't you?"
"It's just a coincidence. Anyway, don't say a word about this to anyone, ok? No one can find out. No one."
"Pinky promise" Sophie says, lifting her little finger.
"Pinky promise" I say, interlacing mine with hers. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready for tonight."
"Oh, that dinner party... Is Charles going to be there?"
"He is" I say, getting up from the sofa.
"Is mum still trying to get you back together?"
"She's relaxed a bit, but I'm sure she'll try again tonight."
"I mean, he is everything they want for you. Comes from a very wealthy family, has his own title, a good education, his own business, he's stupidly handsome..."
"And that's why things didn't work out between us. He is too aware of being all those things, especially handsome, which makes him have the word cheater written on his forehead. Besides, what about what I want for myself? Isn't that important?"
"I'm sorry, sis. But when you are supposed to be the future Queen of the United Kingdom... No, it isn't important" Sophie shrugs.
"Anyway, I better go shower. Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"And spend the night talking to boring people mum thinks will make the perfect husband? Hell no."
"Roberta will be there. I'm sure she has new gossip to share."
"As tempting as that sounds... I'll pass. But if she tells you anything about her cousin and his girlfriend, if they are back together or not..."
"I'll report back. About both of them” I wink.
"Great" Sophie smiles. "And while you are gone, I'll do a deep dive on Mr. Rice, see if I can find anything juicy. Like naked photos or something like that."
"Sophie!"
"What? You must know if he's fit for his role as future King in every single aspect. You'll need heirs, you know?"
"You... Whatever. See you tomorrow."
"Let's meet for breakfast and share our intel!" she says as I leave.
"See you at breakfast, Sophie."
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Okay the bridgerton break ups are killing me, can we please see how they back together cos I need some hea’s here
Okay, I get it, you convinced me, I should stop being lazy and finish the piece lol
First of all Kanthony gets back together the same way they do in the books. Kate has a car accident, the hospital calls him because he's still Kate's emergency contact, and Anthony runs, he doesn't even finish hearing the voicemail from the doctor, he just drops everything and races out. Kate turns out to only have a broken leg, but all the while Kate is getting her cast on Anthony is having the most major freak out of his life, because Kate could die! she could die! and he keeps repeating it to himself and Kate gets really worried about how he looks like he hasn't slept in ages. The next thing he knows, Anthony is hugging her, telling her he loves her so much, that he's been afraid of turning her into his mother who basically stopped functioning when his dad died because he was her world. But Anthony would rather live every day of his life loving Kate than waste another day without her. He lied to protect himself!! he does love her, he doesn't want to think of a world without Kate. And Kate decides to take him back, after he finally convinces her that all this time he did hear her her confession of love and did reciprocate her feelings, ever since they met, he was just lying about it. Anthony does do a 180 because he can't get over the fact that he could have lost Kate and she never would have known his feelings. Meanwhile Kate is pleasantly surprised at how much more free Anthony acts now that he's not lying to himself about loving her
Benophie, well, you guys probably already guessed it, Benedict makes a scene at Violet's birthday party, he gets into an argument with Araminta for harassing Sophie about the breakup and making it sound like it's all Sophie's fault, when he's the one who never deserved her. Finding out that Araminta and Sophie's dad sucked and that Sophie had a terrible home life. When Sophie thanks him for defending her like that, Benedict realizes that after knowing the terrible family Sophie came from, and hearing her talking with Roger about building her true family and raising kids with love and care, that his so called freedom means nothing compared to that. Because he's been trying to fill the void with meaningless hookups when all this time, he could be having something real and lasting with Sophie. the whole thing of having a nice house, doing chores. It suddenly hits him that building a future together with someone as brilliant as Sophie Beckett, sounds like a dream to him. So he apologizes to Sophie profoundly and goes all out to show her he's changed, he gets a permanent job at an art gallery, stops the random hookups, if he needs a date he only asks Sophie to go, and shows up alone to events if she says no. And when Araminta has her arrested on false theft charges, Bendict pays her entire bail out of his own savings, only asking her to give him another chance, this time, with the intention of getting married one day soon, if she'll have him. Sophie says that yes, she'll give him a chance, because she loves him, and eventually after a lot of persistence on Benedict's part, they do get back together.
Polin. I think these two got really angry at each other before the reconciliation, they both try to move on with their lives, but keep coming back to each other. Colin tricks Penelope into the 'we can still be friends right?' thingie that guys do when they're trying to change. But I think what does it for them is that in the dramatic moment when Colin doesn't run when he finds out that his ex, Penelope is the famous anonymous columnist LW. For the first time in the relationship he stays in England and faces her directly, because he's sick of running from his problems with Penelope. And he's sick of her expecting him to run. So he confronts her and they just have the big explosive angry argument they should have had before they broke up. Throwing blame, recriminations, hurt, every verbal weapon every bad memory, everything they hated or hid from each other fearing that their relationship wouldn't survive, they throw it there, out in the open. And then, by the end of the argument, both realize that they still love each other, that even trough all the dirty laundry they mutually aired, they both still think that the other is the best thing to happen to them, so Colin asks Penelope to be his girlfriend again, because he can't live without her, and if this is the worst they can do to each other, then they're going to be fine after all, so he will work hard to earn her trust, and since she also loves him, she agrees to try again. (Makeup sex was probably involved in this)
Philoise, well, that's just Eloise showing up in the middle of the night at Phillip's house, hugging the oversized stuffed animal Phillip got her for Christmas, during a thunderstorm, mumbling the most pathetic excuse, of being in the neighborhood, which basically boils down to a tearful 'Phillip I really really miss you' that just shoots Phillip's defenses to the ground. Because how can he not take her back when she's being so vulnerable and obviously in as much pain as him. He shows her that he built her a home office in his house, for her to use and she cries again, because of course he would, that's the type of idiot he is. Phillip is still angry at her for just breaking up with him without an explanation, but once Eloise does explain herself, and he has a chance of talking about his own trauma, they both agree that being single is terrible when you're inlove with someone this stubborn. The next day Oliver and Amanda find out Eloise is in the house and absolutely snitch on their father about what a pathetic downer he's been and how she needs to come back and 'fix him again'. So Eloise promises she's back with their dad, and here to stay. Although in this case, they do agree to take things slower (And by slower I mean Eloise will be proposing next week, because she saw Colin do it and it felt like a good idea)
Saphne, Ohh this one is the typical party girl x bad boy get back together, Daphne is partying hard till she drops for the third month straight, when Simon just can't take it anymore, because ofc Anthony was like 'Let Daphne make her own choices Simon' when Simon told Anthony to rein her in and watch out for her crazy celebrity friends. So Simon himself starts showing up at the events where Daphne is acting out, and just brining her home before she can be taken advantage of. Because for some reason he's now frequenting the bars she likes. At one point, he confronts her, tells her that she's better than this, Daphne tells him that so is he!. And they have a heart to heart, that brings them closer together. They decide to quit pretending they're okay, and do get back together after finally accepting that the other is not going to change and that relationships mean compromise, and it's not until Anthony has his first child a year later, that Simon revisits the children and marriage conversation with Daphne. Because after thinking about it for so long, he's ready to become a dad, not because Daphne wants to have kids, but rather because he finally healed enough to feel confident that he deserves to be loved and that he's not going to turn into his abusive father.
Franchel: Michael comes back from his travels, he admits defeat, he grovels, Francesca does not take him back, he spends way too long being Violet's plus one to family events just to get close to Fran again. Until literally half her family is begging Francesca to put him out of his misery and either honestly go no contact or take him back. She does finally take him back. But with much more healthier ground rules. (Oh who am I kidding, he seduced himself into forgiveness, because she sure was more forgiving after round 10 of seduction. That man has got a superpower only Francesca can tame. She was brave for holding him off for so long)
Hyacinth and Gareth did eventually find common ground after Sophie took Hyacinth out of the videogame room and made her see the underprivileged side of town so she could appreciate the privilege she was born into. Truthfully Hyacinth still the materialistic younger sibling all the Bridgertons love, but she does make an effort to help people who have less opportunities than her by participating in more activism, when Gareth sees that she's trying to be more sensitive to human issues that don't involve her personal self interest, he falls inlove with her again. Hyacinth asks him if they could start over and Gareth agrees, knowing that he was inmature too and that the best thing they can do is leave the past behind and get together under a fresh start.
Gregory and Lucy. Pretty sure they got back together because Haselby got sick of them and staged an intervention. Haselby made it look like Lucy was being blackmailed by a criminal and had Gregory think her life was in danger, when really it was just Lucy's creepy uncle locking her up at home and not letting her go to school because he found out her relationship with Haselby was a ruse. So Gregory bravely rode to the rescue, practically blew up the door to Lucy's house, and Lucy's bedroom where she was locked up by her uncle, and as an added bonus, Gregory had Lucy's uncle arrested for child neglect. Gregory also asked Simon and Daphne to pull some strings CPS and had Lucy placed with Anthony and Kate temporarily until she turned 18. Even after all this, Gregory was insecure about where he stood with Lucy, but once she was not restricted by her uncle and didn't have to fake her relationship with Haselby, Lucy was free to be honest with him and ask Gregory out for Prom herself, Gregory is obviously over the moon. Because she never stopped loving him and that's all he needs. And although Hermione Watson gets the title of Prom Queen, Gregory gives his own Prom King Crown to his beloved Lucy, because she may not be the diamond of the season for their fancy private school, but she is the Diamond of the season to him. (Bonus of their story is that they do get accepted into the same Ivy League College after graduation)
And that's the tea
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This might be my favorite Lichantony fic so far!!! Enjoy my fellow addicts! +18
Summary - whilst away on international duty Lisandro and Antony still finds a way to keep In touch.
Enjoy!
So...can we facetime?"
"No."
"Send pictures?"
"No."
"What can we do then?"
"I'm talking to you on the phone right now, aren't I?"
"Yes, but I want to see you."
"Forget it Antony."
A sound interrupts them as Antony's roommate walks in to grab his headphones.
"Who was that?" Lisandro said, only hearing someone enter the room on the other end of the line.
"Paqueta." Antony said.
"You're sharing rooms with Paqueta?"
"Beds actually."
"What?"
"Kidding." Antony laughs. "We are roomates though."
"I never liked that guy." Lisandro mutters.
"You don't like any of ny friends. Besides, you've never even met Lucas. We never got a chance to play against you in the world cup."
"But he plays for West Ham. We face them at least three times a season."
"Yeah, yeah, be glad he doesn't play for Man City of all teams."
Silence fell on Lisandro's end. He hated when Antony played smart with him. "I guess so." He muttered.
"So how was your day?" Antony said, changing subject, although he was grinning from ear to ear.
"Normal. I woke up, ate, trained, ate again and then went back to sleep."
"That's it? That's all you did today? Eat, sleep, train, repeat?"
Lisandro shrugged his shoulders, aware that Antony couldn't possibly know he did that.
"Tell me more about your day Licha." Antony pleaded. "In detail this time."
"Fine." He sighed. "I woke up and put on some clothes. Then I–"
"What clothes? Describe them."
"Really?" Lisandro rolled his eyes. There was a crunching sound coming from Antony's end of the line as he had begun chewing on something. Either way, Lisandro presumed.
"I just put on the regular team kit for training. There, happy now?"
"Are you sure it was the training kit and not the match kit. You know how forgetful you get when it comes to—"
"I'm sure." Lisandro hissed.
Antony's laughter erupted in his ear, well aware that Lisandro was blushing right now.
"Don't think I won't dare hang up on you."
"I'm sorry Licha, but you must admit that you're very forgetful when it comes to what team kit to wear, especially in Manchester."
"Why do they make us wear five different kit's? It's a waist of clothes."
"But it's good for business. You know how the fans love to collect all sets every season. I even bought my son a pair for Christmas."
"Oh, yeah, how is he?"
"My son? He's fine. He just recovered from the cold he had. He's been getting alot of those since we moved to England."
"He's a strong little guy though, I'm sure he'll be fine."
"He will." Antony said, smiling into his pillow. Lisandro had always been good to his son. "He loved the drone you got him for his birthday, amongst other gifts. I think you bought him more presents than I."
Lisandro chuckled. "What can I say, that's the reason kids love me. Just ask Fred, his son loves me too."
Antony bit down on his bottom lip as he knew that his next question might cause some sparks. However he was curious to know. "Do you think you'll have kids of your own?"
It was as if the plug was pulled and all power went out. Lisandro seized to laugh as silence fell on his end.
"Licha, you there?" Antony immediately regretted asking. Sometimes his curiosity got the best of him. It was stupid, he was stupid for always making Lisandro—"
"One day."
Antony had trailed off, but returned from his thoughts as Lisandro spoke quietly. "Really, how many?"
Again, Antony was useless when it came to hiding his eager emotions.
"I dunno? One, maybe two."
Antony nodded, phone pressed to his ear. "One, maybe two sounds good."
"How about you?" Lisandro asked. "Do you want more kids?"
Antony smiled. "I dunno. I got it right the first time, there is no one more perfect than my son Lorenzo."
"I get it." Lisandro said, he had been holding his breath for the past two minutes as the conversation between the two had entered a unknown territory. "Your son is perfect, why would you want more? "
"I'm not resolute though. " Antony was quick to add. "In life you never know. Perhaps is better not to plan for things such as children, God knows I didn't when it came to Lorenzo."
Lisandro already knew that Antony had a son back when they both played for Ajax. It was one of the things he admired the most about him. It must be difficult leaving your infant son behind in the hopes of pursuing your dreams to play professional football. However Antony had always been passionate about what he did, that's what Lisandro admired the most about him. That and other things.
"Tony?"
Silence had krept again, this time on Antony's end of the line.
"Yes Licha?"
"Tell me about your day and be specific."
Antony smiled. "Well...I woke up around seven, got dressed and—"
"Got dressed in what?" Lisandro interrupted.
Antony chuckled. "The teams training kit of course."
"Are you still wearing them now?"
"Of course not." Antony snorted. Training had ended hours ago. Most players chilled in their rooms playing video games.
"No? What are you wearing now then?"
"Oh?" Antony raised a brow hearing the seductive in Lisandro's voice. "Shorts." He said, curling his toes underneath the duvet.
"And..." Lisandro said, expecting there to be more. After all he had asked Antony to be specific.
"Just that. I'm only wearing a pair of shorts."
"Nothing underneath?"
"Nope. " Antony said, a devious smirk twitching his lip.
"Good." Lisandro said, his smirk fully formed. "Do as I say. Put you hand in your shorts."
"But how am I supposed to continue talking to you?"
"Your other hand dumbo."
Antony's laughter echoed in the night. However Lisandro didn't like playing to many games. "Have you done it?" He asked, his voice demanding.
"Yes." Antony said.
"Good. Tell me what you feel?"
Antony adjusted himself on the bed, one hand deep in his shorts, the other pressing the phone to his ear. "I feel something hard Licha." He said, in a troubled voice.
"How hard?" Lisandro groaned, his own hand eagerly snaking its way down his sweatpants.
"Very hard Licha" Antony moaned. "What should I do?"
"Touch yourself for me."
"Now?" Antony was a bit taken by Lisandro's sudden initiative.
"Yes now. We'll do it together."
"You're doing it too." Antony brought himself to sit. He heard the smothered groans coming from the other end of the line. "Licha?" He frowned. However there was no answer, just continued groans, muffled up by something shaking the microphone.
A deep sigh. "I fucking love you Antony, did you know that?" Lisandro returned to the phone, appearing reborn somehow.
"I...didn't." Antony fell back against his pillow, his gaze wandering to the ceiling above.
"I've never told you that?"
"Maybe?" Antony said, trying to remember the times Lisandro declared his love for him. "At least not while sober." He chuckled.
"No?" Lisandro said, a slight guilt developing within.
"No, but it's okay." Antony shook his head. "I get it. You can't be—"
"Antony." Lisandro said firmly.
"Yes?"
"I love you. I mean it every time I say it, sober or not."
Antony smiled and nodded. "Me too. I love you."
"Have a goodnight." Lisandro said, yawning into the phone.
"Have a good practice tomorrow. Don't forget to put on the correct kit."
"Ha ha. I'll call you tomorrow okay."
"Okay."
"Same time?"
"Same time."
"Okay bye."
"Bye Licha, sleep tight."
#fanfiction#antony#antony santos#manchester united#manchester utd#lisandro martinez#lichantony#afc ajax#lucas paqueta#brasil#argentina#brazil
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JJ Maybank - Love at the first Kiss
English is not my fist language!
synopsis: June just moved to the Outer Banks and even though her new friends Sarah and Rafe Cameron had warned her, she finds herself helping a Pogue hiding from the police.
June Asher Young was an ordinary girl. She just tried to fit in, no matter what she had to do for that. Keep low? No problem. Don’t speak up even though you’re annoyed? She could do that. Pretend to find something okay even though you hated it? Not easy, but in order to not be alone she’d try.
She and her parents had moved to Outer Banks a month ago, making her go to the OB High Academy. They had used to live in England but her father had a great job opportunity here in Outer Banks. His firm expanded and wanted to make him the head of financial department.
She was glad to have found a good friend in Sarah Cameron and her brother Rafe. She often spent her time with them as well as Topper and Kelce.
Were these the people she really wanted to spend time with? Nope. But she wanted to fit in. And with whom could she do this better than with the golden children of Figure Eight.
All this sounded like she hated her new friends, which wasn’t the case. She liked them, she actually did. But she hated the way they were talking about poorer people, like they were below them. It sucked and June was tempted to say something to it every time but like mentioned, she wanted to fit in. Also, they were really nice to her and actual friends. There is also the fact that others doesn’t seem to like new people, so without Sarah she probably wouldn’t have anyone.
Right now June was standing in the middle of a rather small store, looking around for new things.
„Come on dude, you’ll never be able to pay for this.“ She suddenly heard a boy muttering, causing her to look to her left for a brief second, seeing two really cute boys standing there as they looked at the bracelets.
The way they dressed told her they were probably from the Cut, Pogues, like her friends called them. People she was supposed to stay away from, yet she didn't find it in herself to be scared of the two boys. She was rather curious. Were they really this different?
„We could chip in together? Come on Pope, it’s his birthday.“ The other one sighed, seeing how June was glancing at him as he immediately send her a smile and a small wink.
But of course she just blushed and quickly focused back on the shelf in front of her, too embarrassed to react to it the slightest.
„I already got a present. And even if not, it’s still too expensive.“ The first boy sighed while June listened carefully, not wanting to seem nosy.
„Oh come on, it’s perfect.“ The blonde hummed, shaking his head, „I’m sure John B would love it. Maybe…“ He looked around carefully before leaning closer to his friend, whispering something June didn’t understand. But she could guess what he was suggesting, so she finally turned around, not having found anything she liked as she was now leaving the store.
Maybe she was too quick to judge. Just because he was from the Cut didn’t mean he’d just steal the bracelet. And even if he did, he did it for his friend which was cute, right? It’s a nice thing to do.
She was just passing a dead-end street as she heard shouting behind her, causing her to turn around confused, seeing how the blond boy was rushing around the corner, his hood pulled up to hide his face.
„Stop that thief!“ She heard another voice yelling, probably a cop or something but he wasn’t yet in sight as the boy now raced past June, running straight into the dead-end street.
„Shit!“ He shouted, but in that moment the police was already rounding the corner.
June made her decision in a split second, knowing she’d have around ten seconds until the cop was there, causing her to quickly hurry into the dead-end as well, glancing at the boy who now looked around stressed. Just this one time she wanted to be spontaneous and do something she usually wouldn’t do.
„Put out your jacket, quick.“ June ordered the boy, causing him to look at her with wide eyes, „Hurry up!“ She hissed, opening her bag causing him to quickly get out of the jacket and throwing it in her bag. They already heard the steps of the two cops, causing June to close her eyes for a brief second, hesitating if she really wanted to do this.
But yes, she did. She wanted to do something stupid for once in her life.
So, she quickly walked a few steps forward, shoving the boy against the wall carefully, leaning on her tiptoes. „Just act along.“ She whispered before pressing her lips to his, ignoring how awkward this was right now. Why exactly did she do this again?
„Hey, you two!“ They heard a voice, causing her to quickly turn her head while keeping her hand on the back of the boy’s head, causing him to nestle his head in the crock of her neck. This way the cops wouldn’t be able to see his face and tell that it was him who robbed the store. But apparently he seemed to enjoy it a little too much as he began placing a few kisses along her neck.
„Yes?“ June asked the cops, looking at them with raised eyebrows. „Sorry, my uh… my boyfriend and I are just a little entranced by our romantic getaway.“ She mumbled, blushing slightly.
„Have you seen a boy with a red jacket?“ One of the cops just hummed, not reacting to anything she’d just said.
„We heard steps running past but they faded as quickly as they came.“ She shrugged, pointing down the street, causing them to eye the couple for a second before apparently believing her as they now continued running down the street. But just as June turned her head towards him, the boy already pulled her into another kiss, causing her to hesitantly return it.
After a few more seconds they finally separated, both just looking at each other. „Thank you.“ The boy whispered, leaning down once again and giving her a sweet peck. „I should go now before they come back.“ And with that he turned around, beginning to jog away.
„W-wait. Your jacket!“ June shouted after a few seconds of just processing what had just happened.
The boy turned around once again, just sending her a wink before continuing his way as she just stared at him flabbergasted. Well… That was certainly an interesting encounter.
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„Guys? Guys!“ JJ shouted as he ran over to his friends who were waiting in the van for him.
„You made it.“ Pope smirked, shaking his head, „Thought police would get to you first.“
„And they would’ve but I got help.“ He explained, shutting the door of the van behind him as he looked between John B and Pope. „I’m in love.“
„Love?“ The other two asked at the same time, exchanging a confused glance.
„Don’t tell me you fell in love with Shoupe’s moustache as you were running from him.“ John B snickered, shaking his head at his friend. Where the hell would he have fallen in love?
„Hey, I’m serious!“ JJ scoffed, glaring at his friends. „I am in love. Seriously, this girl, she- she saved me from the cops. She kissed me and I-I’m in love. Simple and plain.“ He sighed, leaning back in his seat as he remembered what had happened. He quickly told his friends about how she had helped him and how they kissed.
„Okay that’s cool.“ Pope admitted as he looked at his friend, „But that doesn’t mean you’re in love. It was just a kiss man.“
„Yeah dude, love is something completely different.“ John B backed his friend up, shaking his head.
„It’s not!“ JJ groaned, „It’s not something different. I know what I felt, I know I’m in love. The way she saved me form the cops and- and the way we kissed? It is love. I know it!“ He looked at his hands, sighing dramatically. „She’s a Touron though, so I’ll never see her again.“
„A love story like it’s written in a book.“ Pope smirked, dodging hid friend’s swing. „All right, all right. I’m sorry that she’s just a Touron, okay?“
„Hey, if it’s really true love maybe you’ll see her again when visiting her country and then you both fall in love and will make lots and lots of children.“ John B answered sarcastically, suppressing a grin. JJ always was a little dramatic but never on the love way. That was new and weird, but hey. It’s not like he wouldn’t suspect something like this from his friend.
„Stop making fun of me, I’m serious!“ JJ muttered, shaking his head at his two friends annoyed.
„Oh come on,“ John B sighed, „Just roll yourself a blunt and then everything will look different immediately, okay?“ He smirked, looking in the review mirror but raised his eyebrows as he saw that his friend seemed seriously distressed. „Come on, I’m just joking. If she’s here for vacation then you might see her again, yes?“
„Maybe.“ JJ hummed, nodding slightly.
Yes, he’d surely see her again, right?
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hello! i found the jockey mello / horsegirl near AU you posted about a little while back really fun / compelling, if you wanted to write anything for / about that :') !!
imo the term "horsegirl" is gender neutral so tbc near is a guy/he him prns here. the transness of cisness of his gender here isnt addressed.
warning for mentioned animal abuse. i don't approve of the racing industry as is, but i'm also interested in the workings of it and also i guess writing about it. warning for mention of drug (cocaine) use & of body image/weight issues--mello is tall to be a jockey.
teen rating, 837 words
siri play pale green things by the mountain goats
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Mello wakes up before dawn and finds the horses in the stables. The groom is already up. There's mist on the track. The barn is alive, and it's cool out.
The horses will be warm and snorting fire, soon.
Mello exercises ten horses before breakfast. Rides ten of them a couple kilometers around the track until he can't feel his legs. It's good, clean work. No time to think too much about anything but the burn of his forearms and the young colts and fillies gnashing at the bit. It's a breeze[1] day, so he's running them all full out. This used to feel like flying.
It felt like the closest thing to salvation when there was a reason for it. A shining goal.
Mello's been in Saratoga for three months. No matter how good he is, not matter that he passed his jockey certification in the New York state two months ago, he's just exercising the ponies.
He hasn't jockeyed in so much as a cheap claimer[2].
Hell, he's below weight. He won thousands of dollars on grass and on turf back in England. His boss at Saratoga doesn't seem to like him. The boss says he doesn't like his attitude, which Mello swears he's getting a better handle on (he isn't).
Not when the best way to be good at this is the blow. Not when Mello feels split from where he should be, where he ran from a year ago, as soon as the sharks closed in.
Mello ran away, and Near's out there still whispering to the horses at auction.
This one will be a winner. Bet on it.
Mello speaks to the horses running under him. He can make them faster. He can ride up the rail at the eight-pole and storm to the wire, a come-from-behind. He can tap another ounce of effort from the seasoned racemares and the newly-saddled two year-olds.
Mello's callouses grow callouses, and he doesn't know what the next step is.
Of course nobody gave him a damn recommendation to get work here. Not with how he left things back home.
But he knows if they let him run, he'd win. And that's the fucked up part.
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It's utter humiliation to land in Dublin, two years after the first departure from England. He'd seen New York and than Indianapolis and finally Vegas. Nothing stuck. America found me wanting.
I made friends with some kids who grew up on farms and only knew horses, but I already have friends like those in the old country. I met many wonderful horses. I gave them carrots and dark beers and stroked their flanks. I got sanctioned for breaking the whipping rules[3]. I won many races. They never let me into a single graded stakes.[4]
Near is where Mello left him, just outside Liverpool. His hair has grown a little. He's fallen in with a rich man who buys ponies for fun, and every horse Near's told the man to buy has won a graded stakes.
Mello knows the last time Near sat on a horse, it was the dead broke old track pony. A gelding so long in the tooth and gentle that they could put little children on it.
"What about steeplechase?"
Near must have celebrated his twentieth birthday rolling in his modest earnings. At least one of them had been able to convert their only skillsets. Near is always the winner.
Mello thinks--they gave you a deeply unsettling ability to pick young horses. They gave me a bloody mouth and a bloody nose.
This is what's left of the operation to turn children into ready-made horsemen. Mello doesn't even want to think about it. He's got nothing left, and he'd lucky they didn't run him out of America before he packed up and left.
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"You should rest. For the first week," Near says. As though he thinks Mello has learned to rest. As though he thinks speaking to Mello at a time like this is a good idea. Mello's lying in the dirt, wind knocked out of him. The devil of a filly they had him ride, to test her out over some minor hurdles, threw him and then flipped herself. She's trotting away from the scene of the crime, unhurt. Mello stares up at Near. Near has no dirt on him. There's mud under Mello's fingers and certainly a splatter of it on his face.
Mello gets himself up and fights the vertigo--the standing blackout--as Near watches on.
"Help me catch her," Mello grunts, jogging after the filly.
Mello doesn't rest. But they don't let him ride another horse, valuable property, until Near can vouch for him.
"You're going to take her to the Grand National."
"Near, she's three years old. The youngest horse to win was…" Mello runs in front of the horse and dares her to kick him in the chest. That could put him out of his homecoming-in-failure-induced misery.
"…The youngest horse to win the Grand National Steeplechase was five years old, and that last one to win at that age was a century ago," Near finishes. He's walked after Mello as Mello's gone to fetch the horse.
"This horse is fucking insane." Mello says, finally wrapping his fingers around her reigns.
"Her name is Run Melos," Near says. "We claimed her for five thousand quid."
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breeze -- racehorses are exercised by running them on a track but it's usually not every day the riders have them running full out. breezing is running the horse at top speed
claimer -- there are many levels of the "quality" of horses races that increase the stakes/money/prizes involved. claiming races, where horses can be bought out by another owner for a set price at the beginning if they place/win are seen as low teir races
whipping rules -- in the US and many other countries, there's a set limit on the amount of times you can use the riding crop on the horse as a "signal" to get the horse to move faster.
grades stakes -- most prestigous tier of racing further subdivided into black type, grade 3, grade 2, grade 1 (think kentucky derby, the derby is grade 1). a similar system exists in steeplechase i think
steeplechase is racing over hurdles. it's kind of fucking nuts--very dangerous for the horses & the riders
the thing is i'd want to explore an element of how being in a sport makes you fucking crazy to outsiders and do things that are morally not okay but are in your profession, but i might just make mello come off as a dick.
this is what i consider animal abuse, but mello also cares very much about that horse type this. issa right mess. less a 'they didn't know better' but the mind is full of justificationsisms for bad things.
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So...I'm moving back with my parents.
Never saw that coming.
But my mum and I talked.
A lot.
About everything that's happened, why I left, and just everything.
I can't really put it into words but it felt like I was talking and for the first time my mum saw me.
She has a lot of regrets, about how she treated my depression growing up, how she reacted to me self harming.
How she knows better now and is just so fucking sorry and wants to be better.
And and in the nicest way possible she looks terrible.
Like the whole things aged her.
Promising me this will never happen again.
And that we as a family are gonna get help and she wants to repair her relationship with me.
She's even gonna cut back her work hours which she's never done, not since I was a baby.
I don't know what's gonna happen. But I am hoping that she follows through.
My little brother got so happy when I told him... Okay my grandma told him.
It's a couple days till his birthday and he hugged me and said its the best birthday suprise he could ask for.
I mean I was gonna give him money but okay 😅.
My grandma's reaction is kinda funny tho cos she went yess, and you are loved and I love you and your mum rants at my mother now we can go Pakistan.
We haven't told my dad or my grandma who lives with us.
Or even my uncle it's a suprise for everyone.
I don't regret leaving.
I was in the lowest point I've ever been it and I don't know if I'd still be here if I hadn't.
I stayed at a friend's for 2 weeks and stayed at my uncles since.
It's been almost 5 months since I've been home.
Not gonna lie... I'm scared.
I'm scared everything will go back to what it was.
But less so than I thought, which is wild because prior to this talk I couldn't even think of my old house without getting anxious.
But who knows till I get their.
I think I'm gonna be okay, least I hope so.
Be nice not to worry about the day my uncle can't have me here anymore.
Because no job, the fucker that is the cost of living crisis in England.
Don't look so good.
Love my uncle, can never repay him for the support he's given me.
Man has 3 kids and a wife he supports by financially by himself, was struggling and I didn't even know it.
And he didn't let me know, didn't want me to worry. Just wanted me to have a safe place to stay.
Getting him and then some thank you gifts for dealing with my ass.
Butt yeah.
New chapter I guess, here we go.
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Red White and Royal Blue Notes Day 5
WARNING- Spoilers for the movie and the book up to chapter 11
kay the two of them quoting historical love letters to each other is absolutely adorable! If someone did that for me I think I’d cry of happiness.
Henry telling Alex part of his life story in the form of a fairytale is really interesting. It allows Henry to have a sort of distance from the tragedy of his father’s death and the aftermath. The last paragraph is particularly good, and a really creative way for Henry to express his love for Alex
Alright the two are in the same country again, and normally that means a spicy scene, but I don’t actually think there will be one this time.
Oh God! I did NOT need to know that information about LBJ
Okay so with the President, Zahra and now Oscar the total of people who know about Alex and Henry is 10- we are now in the doubled digits, and based on the fact that at least two of those people put together on their own, I’m honestly shocked that more people don’t know. Alex is definitely not a subtle as he things he is.
“I-I don’t know I thought you might need to have, like a Catholic moment about this or something?” Why is this similar to what I though when I came out to my parents. They were way more chill about it than I thought. They were just kinda like okay and moved on.
“Have a little more faith in your old man that that eh A little appreciation for the patron saint of gender-neutral bathrooms in California? Little Sh*t.” (255) That was really funny, and also almost word for word in the movie!
I like that Alex tells his dad that his mom made a PowerPoint about the situation and his dad’s like- yea that sounds like your mom.
“Sometimes you just have to jump and hope it’s not a cliff.” (256). If I recall correctly this was in the movie to, I really like this quote.
Alright so the sex was more implied that an actual scene, so I was right there was no spicy scene. If Henry gets back to England before an spicy scene I’m going to give myself a point.
I thinks it’s funny that out of, petulant, short and not pleasant before until after 10 am, Alex takes the most umbridge with being called short.
Dose making out in the kitchen count as a spicy scene? Okay new rule- it doesn't count as spicy scene unless 1. It’s an actual scene so for example if two people wake up next to each other the next morning in their birthday suits that doesn't count. 2. one or more people become pantsless for purposes of adult activities, it can fade to black before the act it’s self but not before one or more of the parties are sans pants, or their is some other strong indicator that the act is going to happen.
Okay well now I’m having another dos it count moment, per the rules someone has to be sans pants for the purpose of adult activities and seems like Henry is pantless but he did to jump into the lake? Like I’m really confused? I mean I think it was getting there but they didn’t? I think If I’m confused as to wether or not the criteria it doesn't. Like it seems like the scene was headed in that direction but just never got there. So I’m going to go with no, no, it wasn’t
I have another prediction point.I am now at 6.
I knew that Henry was going to start ignoring Alex bc I’ve watched the movie but it’s still making me sad
Alex finding that note- ugh my heart.
You’re at work, don’t cry, don’t cry don cry!
Okay so Zahra has to at least ship it a little bit, because she only nearly refuses to secure a car for Alex in England.
Did Alex leave a note telling anyone where he went? Well I guess Zahra knows were he is
“My birthright is a country, not happiness.” That made me really sad, poor Henry, I just want to give him a hug and tell him everything will be okay.
Ugh Henry is crying, I can’t take it!
Ok geez that spicy scene came out of nowhere!
I love that Henry references Darcy. I think a lot of men are afraid to reference Pride and Prejudice or even read it because they think it’s a girly romance novel, but Henry doesn't care. I think it just goes to show how much Henry can be himself around Alex, and of course he’s read Pride And Prejudice because Jane Austen.
Henry is absolutely correct. Who in their right mind eats plain toast? At least put some butter on it! Like I’m sorry but eating plain toast unless you have a stomach bug is an affront to, bread, breakfast, and humanity.
“If there’s any legacy for me on this bloody earth, I want it to be true.” (280)
I love that June has texted Alex 46 times, and Nora’s just chill about the thing. Like everyone else is freaking the f*ck out and Nora’s like eh whatever, have you seen my shoes?
Also “I’m going to punch you in the face when you get back, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” and “I swear to God if you do something stupid and get yourself caught, I’m gonna kill you myself.” (281) while also wanting to know how it went is just peak big sister energy.
“I know it’ll be messy. But if we can get ahead of the narrative, wait for the right time and do it on our own terms I think it should be okay?” (283) Uhg, knowing what’s coming hurts.
I would love for someone to take me to a museum when there was no one else there, except for the curators so I could ask them loads of questions. I could look at all the things (art or history, or both) for as long as I wanted, I could read all the information without any pressure or anyone in the way. It would be a dream for me.
I too could spend hours in an archive.
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"Beyond The Sea" - Part 3
We arrived in Sulani and relaxed by the beach for a bit. I ended up taking a short nap. I couldn't help it, it's so peaceful there.
Then we had a snack. I love the grilled fruit. It's become one of my favorite things to eat.
After we waited a little bit to get into the water, I jumped on a jet ski. It was just floating in the water. I wasn't going to steal it. Just borrow it. Even if I had never driven one before, I felt like going for it.
It was actually fun. I drove around on it for about fifteen minutes, before getting off of it because Pak wanted to go swimming together.
I was still curious what he wanted to show me. But I hadn't pestered him about it. Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait long from that moment.
"Okay, just a little deeper and I'll show you." He said. I could tell he was getting nervous. That made me nervous. What did he want to show me in the middle of the ocean? I was confused.
Then Pak motioned for me to stop. He moved out in front of me and dived into the water. I floated there, staring at the water. Confused.
When he came back up, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Pak had a tail. A colorful tail. And he was able to dive in and out of the water quickly. Not something an ordinary human could do.
I was stunned. My brain was going faster than the rest of me could keep track of.
Pak swam back by me and made a noise that sound like, well. A dolphin. And then a actual dolphin came up out of the water and Pak was playing with it. I watched in awe.
"This is my friend Shimmer. I've known him since he was a baby." Pak explained.
After Pak gave Shimmer a fish, the dolphin swam away to join some other dolphins.
"I'm a mermaid, Evie. Well. Merman to be more specific." Pak told me. "I'm the one you saw on my Birthday. I guess. I wanted to see how you'd react to any of us in general." He admitted. "And for the record, you actually did very well."
I nodded, letting things sink in fully. It had to take a lot for him to reveal what he is to me. I also wondered if in some places, it was dangerous for him to be made known.
Pak swam closer to me and pulled me close, kissing me slowly. The kiss was different. Almost, magical in a way. Pak pulled away and looked at me. "I've wanted to tell you for a while. We really aren't supposed to tell humans, unless we truly trust them and intend to become mates with them."
Mates? I blushed. It was also touching to hear that he trusts me. He had to, to reveal his true nature to me.
"I won't tell anyone." I assured him. And I wouldn't. Maybe I'd tell my cats, but who would they tell? No one.
We got out of the water and hung out around the bonfire someone built on the beach.
"Pak." I said, softly. I looked over at him. "I want you to know that this doesn't scare me off. It changes the way I feel about you." I said and I could see the look in his eyes, he was worried. "Not in a bad way though. It's in a good way. It makes me feel closer to you."
It really did. He trusted me with his secret. I wasn't going to let him down.
We spent a few more hours on the beach, building sandcastles and watching the fire until we went back to my house. He fell asleep on my couch and I, in my bed.
I woke up the next morning, happy to see him still there.
Evie." Pak said, taking my hand. He was reminding me of a gentleman from old England.
I loved it. I giggled and I wasn't one of those women who go around giggling all the time.
"Would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" Pak asked me, looking into my eyes while still holding my hand.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. I didn't have to think about it.
I pulled him close to me and kissed him. I was so happy. I never thought I would find someone. I never believed it would happen.
We posed for a picture, but it wasn't for my social media account. It wasn't to get me attention. It was for us. For our memories. It was just ours.
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#the grant legacy#ts4 legacy#evie grant#paka'a uha#generation 1#ts4#sims4#ts4 mermaids#sulani#shimmer the dolphin#ts4 story#sims4 story#simsstories#sim4 storytelling
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nicholas galitzine + he/him + cis male – have you seen alexei rakov around los angeles? the twenty five year old is usually jamming to nervous by the neighbourhood. word around the city is that they’re compassionate, yet, they can also be sensitive, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a veterinary science student and a librarian and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with a backpack filled with books. when i think of them, i think of crying over being so stressed about school, dying your hair back and forth as a secret coping mechanism, the playing of multiple instruments but a strong love for the violin and piano. let’s hope the city treats them good!
basic stats ;
⟶ full name: alexei antonis nikos rakov ( first name pronounced ah-lek-say, or click here for pronunciation )
⟶ nicknames: likes alexei, doesn't like when people try calling him alex, but is too nice to correct anyone who does
⟶ three things he likes: instruments of any kind, summers in greece, books
⟶ three things he dislikes: people who just want sex, slow wifi, the instability he’s felt his whole life
⟶ gender: cis male
⟶ height: 6 ‘ 0
⟶ age: 25
⟶ birthday: february 19, 1998
⟶ zodiac: pisces sun ( aquarius - pisces cusp, known as the ‘cusp of sensitivity’ ), cancer moon, virgo ascendant
⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed
⟶ eye color: hazel, shooting more towards green, shifts depending on the lighting
⟶ hair color: naturally blonde, constantly dyes it from blonde to black and back and forth
⟶ piercings and tattoos: left ear pierced, no tattoos
⟶ languages spoken: russian ( father’s native tongue ), greek ( mother’s native tongue ), spanish and english
⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: demisexual / homoromantic
⟶ place of birth: manchester, england
⟶ last five songs listened to: time by pink floyd, vitamin c by can, für elise by beethoven, méditation from thaïs by massenet, happiness is a warm gun by the beatles
⟶ five aesthetics: the intense feeling of feeling unworthy of being loved by anyone, shirts stained with black hair dye, a soft british accent, a stack of homework, crying over things you have no control over
⟶ character inspo: prince willhelm from young royals, charlie spring from heartstopper, adam groff from sex education ( season 3 adam )
background story ;
✘ alexei was born on a cold night in manchester to nikola ganos and sergei rakov, two twenty year olds who fell in love through music. his mother was a famous piano player ( think maybe like yiruma or ludovico einaudi ) while his father was getting more of a name for himself as a cello player. both classical musicians who fell in love and had alexei, very unexpectedly
✘ his parents are both really well off. his mother’s side owns one of the the biggest olives and olive oil brands worldwide, originated in greece, while his father’s side owns plenty of alcohol brands ( mostly vodka ) originated in russia but sold all across the world as well. they were young, but they knew their son would be coming into the world very well off financially, planned to give him the perfect childhood, even got married when he was merely five months old
✘ and for the first six years of alexei’s life, that’s what it was. two parents who were devoted to him and wanted to give him the best life possible in england, even though neither one of them were british. but as he went from six to seven, all that love his parents had for each other seemed to dissolve more and more each day. his beautiful early childhood turned into him listening to his parents fighting constantly, and even though he was so young, he couldn’t help but ask himself – where did my parents’ love for each other go?
✘ and if you guessed it, they ended up getting a divorce when he was barely seven, but the thing is… his parents weren’t like normal parents. it wasn’t the typical case of custody with one parent while the other has visiting rights, or even shared custody of 3 days a week here, and four days a week there, or even complete custody of him to just one parent, no, his parents were determined to fight for him until the bitter end
✘ it turned into a game of who alexei liked more, they couldn’t even stand to be in the same room together, and it was really difficult to tell a little kid ‘who do you love more?’ or ‘who do you want to live with more?’ or ‘you have to pick’ or even just his father trying to put him against his mother while his mother did the same thing to him with his father. sometimes, alexei felt like they didn’t even really love him, but just wanted to prove to the other that he could love one or the other more
✘ eventually, they settled for custody in the worst way possible. alexei would live with his mother for six months, then he would live with his father for six months, and maybe this wouldn’t be so awful if they both decided to stay in england, live maybe a city or two away from each other, but no, definitely not. they immediately left his birth place, his mother going back and forth between greece and spain, while his father traveled from canada to russia repeatedly, and well… this is what alexei’s life became
✘ maybe to some people, it might sound ideal. not staying in one place for too long, constantly moving from one city, knowing you wouldn’t be staying there for longer than six months, perhaps to any traveler, this is the dream life, but that certainly wasn’t the case for alexei
✘ this going back and forth put a serious strain in every aspect of his life. he would enroll in a school, make a friend or two, only to be ripped away from that scene for the following six months, halfway across the world, for the same thing to happen to him, over and over again
✘ and the worst part was that his parents didn’t seem to understand that it didn’t make him happy, all the going back and forth. he was unstable, he didn’t even know how to really talk to people at one point, because he knew deep down, that there was no use in trying to make any friends if it would just be taken away from him sooner or later
✘ basically, a loner. he spent most of his childhood to early teenage years dodging conversations, definitely ate his lunch in the bathroom vibes. the only consistency his parents had was their love for music, which, is the one thing that did make alexei happy. he was a virtuoso. from the piano, to the cello, to the bass, even the drums, saxophone and viola, he loved it all, though his true love was in the guitar, piano, and more especially, the violin. he grew a real love for mussic, had multiple instruments at his mother’s and multiple instruments at his father’s, again, the one consistency in his life
✘ while he wasn’t big on singing, he basically had the voice of an angel. could switch from a soft tone to a rather loud one, a male soprano range… truly a gift, tried to break glass to see if it was true and it in fact, wasn’t a myth ( at least in his case ). pretty much any orchestra teacher’s wet dream, a typical band nerd
✘ he also had a huge fascination for books, his favorite genre being sci fi, horror, or a good coming of age, but honestly, he read it all. nothing could fuel him more than a good book
✘ anyways, when he was sixteen, he convinced his parents to enroll him in a boarding school in northern california, very pca from zoey 101 vibes, and they surprisingly agreed since it was neither with his mother nor his father, but a spot in between. for the last two years of high school, he had some type of stability
✘ though, during his senior year, he became the talk of everyone through the most unfortunate event. simply put, alexei met a guy. at this time, he wasn’t even really sure of his sexuality. he knew he wasn’t straight, but he didn’t think it was just that. he felt like there was more depth to what he liked and didn’t like, but this guy managed to charm him. he was good looking and alexei enjoyed the fact that he smelled good. this was his first relationship ever. prior to this, he shared his first kiss when he was fifteen with a random girl near his mother’s house in athens, and simply put, he didn’t like it
✘ this was different though. he enjoyed kissing him, but he didn’t feel like doing anything else but that, and the more the guy insisted they take it further, the less inclined he felt to give him what he wanted. he liked him, but he didn’t feel a genuine bond with him
✘ alexei, however, is a people pleaser. he didn’t want to have sex with him even though at this point, they had been dating for well over two months. he didn’t know why he didn’t want to, he couldn’t pinpoint why having sex was such a weird and touchy subject for him, but basically, he felt, in a way, guilt tripped by this guy. it was the constant questioning of ‘why don’t you like me?’ or ‘what’s wrong with you?’ or even ‘i promise i’ll make it worth your while’ and one day, they both get drunk at a hotel, and even though alexei has been drunk plenty of times before, well, he caves, instantly lives to regret it
✘ the following day, as he’s walking towards his first class, people are whispering about him, not so discreetly pointing, giving him looks, and it takes him a matter of fifteen minutes from getting to his first period before one of his friends sends him a text message with a link attached, much to his horror. the message reads ‘is this you?’ with a link to a video. the video is them having sex the night prior
✘ he had filmed it all and posted without his consent. they were both of age, but it literally made alexei sick to his stomach. for one, he felt really used, as he never gave him permission to record anything, let post what they did, and two, he hated the attention this was getting him. he’s always been one to fly under the radar, and now this was all anyone was talking about, lost count over how many times he’s cried over this
✘ the following months reaching towards graduation are literal hell for him. the video gets to his parents which is quite literally his worst nightmare become a reality. legal action is taken and they thankfully manage to remove the video from the web completely, but the damage has already been done, he’s miserable. worst graduation ever, doesn’t even walk the stage because he’s just so humiliated, and for once in his damn life, he wishes he would have been in that constant moving back and forth life. maybe then, he could’ve ran away from the problem the second it started, sad boy hours, really
✘ after graduation, he gets out of california. for about two years, he just travels. ironic considering it’s something he didn’t like to do when he was younger, but at that point, he just wanted to get away from everything
✘ he’s twenty when he moves back to california. crazy, but even though he has bad memories, it was the one place he felt stable. he permanently moves to los angeles, southern cali, which is far from the school he graduated in, tells himself that here, no one knows what happened. perhaps this is a good thing about being rich, that he never really had to worry about money, it’s just always been there. a paid off apartment, a simple call to his mother or father and bam, money in his account, but truth be told, alexei didn’t want to live off his family’s fortune forever. now that he was stable and had no intentions of moving, he wanted to do something with his life
✘ he’s a really smart guy. shy, quiet, but smart. he changed his major about three times before deciding he wants to be a veterinarian, is studying veterinary science, finished his bachelors and is moving on with his education. he knows he doesn’t have to do anything with himself if he doesn’t want to, he knows he doesn’t need a job as a library assistant, but he wants to make something of himself, without his family’s money. he knows he can do it, it’s just a matter of not giving up
headcanons ;
✘ natural blonde, but constantly dyes his hair black, then switches. dying his hair is almost therapeutic for him, has even gotten buzzcuts during times where he was really depressed, but he prefers longer hair
✘ he has a british accent, literally nicholas galitzine’s voiceclaim. not too strong, but it’s there
✘ speaks russian with his father in absolute shame, my guy is definitely free ukraine all the way, just wants peace and love
✘ because of his past relationship, he has a very difficult time trusting people, loving people, or even allowing people to love him. he’s had sex that one time… that’s about it. the whole idea of love really confuses him. it’s something he wants, but it isn’t something he’s sure he understands, and he hates not understanding things
✘ he has been confused with his sexuality his entire life! he’s always felt like an outcast around other guys his age because they all typically wanted sex, meaningful, meaningless, just a typical guy thing, and that definitely didn’t apply for him. for ages, he thought there was something wrong with him, but it wasn’t until he learned about demisexuality that he finally understood… kind of. he just wants it to be meaningful, wants to have a connection with the person, the idea of meaningless sex and hookups literally makes him super uncomfortable, but it’s what most people seem to want these days. he just wants real love, even though that terrifies him
✘ he doesn't really have a lot of social media, just an instagram that he barely posts on. he's that one user that made a post three years ago and has four posts in total, one of himself, the rest of books, one of food, and some type of landscape... he's this guy, he's a loser honestly, probably has like a hundred followers or something, doesn't care for social media
✘ his favorite things in the world are books, animals, comics, and music. he’s a major nerd, has a passion for literature and music even though this isn’t what he’s pursuing for his career
✘ he doesn’t really tell people his family is wealthy, just doesn’t really think it’s important. in fact, lots of people don’t know much about him. he likes to keep to himself, doesn’t like sharing information, and wants to keep his past in the past
✘ he can drink. call him a typical russian or whatever, but it’s crazy how much he can drink, can practically outdrink anyone, no one believes it but it’s very true, tolerance through the roof, doesn’t even get sick and rarely even gets hungover, but he doesn’t make this an everyday thing
✘ he’s a pescatarian! probably will never become a vegetarian because he loves salmon way too much, loves salmon in every form possible. meat and chicken gross him out and he doesn’t like eggs either, just fish, heavy seafood lover
✘ close friends of his roast him for this, but he’s an olive fanatic as well. greek olives, peruvian olives, spanish olives, any type of olives, he’s obsessed. when he was younger, there was always olives at his house, because of his mother’s company, and he would dead ass eat them out the jar, finish the entire jar in like five minutes, still does that to this day. at his house, you’ll likely find two large jars of olives, minimum, a snack he will never get tired of
✘ his social skills have somewhat gotten better. definitely not the best, but he was horrendous before. thankfully overcame his stutter when he was younger. he’s still really shy, doesn’t like being the center of attention, but he’s getting better… baby steps
✘ what you would call a typical pisces – very sensitive! he doesn’t show this publicly, but if it hurts his feelings, he’ll cry when he gets home. literally the type to cry over sad videos, movies or tv shows, very emotional. pisces sun and cancer moon combo, he’s a literal mess, he feels things a lot, feels things on a whole different level than most people, which makes him a very compassionate and understanding person, definitely a shoulder to cry on, a very loyal friend to have by your side
✘ he forgives a lot. he’ll forgive you time after time after time, but when alexei genuinely gets tired of your shit, you will never hear from him again. he’s very forgiving, but once he says ‘i’m done’ there is no changing his mind. it takes a lot for him to get to this level, but he can only be taken advantage of for so long before he gets sick of it. once you lose him, you lose him for good
✘ he has a bearded dragon named jake long and a beagle named pawl mccartney. he named the bearded dragon after one of his favorite shows as a kid and his pet beagle was named after iconic paul mccartney, of course. jake long is one and pawl is two, alexei adores both of them
✘ loves his parents, but still somewhat holds a grudge over them for his childhood, even though he isn’t one to hold grudges. they definitely messed him up one way or another. even if it wasn’t their intention, being so unstable for so long has kind of permanently scarred him. he has a very hard time getting genuinely close to people, whether it be friendships or romantic relationships, it’s hard for him
✘ super nice guy, but quite literally remembers every bad thing that has happened to him ever. his energy is crying over something that happened when he was a literal child that he had no control of at three in the morning, might as well have the memory of an elephant. he’ll forgive, but he won’t forget, like ‘you remember what you did august 15th, 2016 at 4:57 pm? i do too’ like… isn’t one to hold grudges, but if you thought he forgot, you thought wrong
wanted connections ;
you don’t know that i know: i’d die for this connection, but someone who maybe heard of his sex tape? whether they never tell anyone or act like a little shit about it is utp, but alexei doesn’t know that they know, you know?
you think you can outdrink me?: a muse who thinks they can outdrink him, but they never can, could turn into a whole little competition, could be really funny
classical music lovers: title says it all, two nerds passionate about classical music, bonus if this muse is a fan of his parents or has heard of them
slow love: a poor, unfortunate muse that likes him. they could like how nice and down to earth he is, alexei could even know that they like him, but considering how iffy he is about relationships, well… yeah
all my friends are fake: someone who doesn’t like him because they think his whole nice guy act is fake, or maybe doesn’t like him for whatever other reason
book nerds: a fellow book and comic lover like him, maybe they spend their time in the library being literal nerds
cry baby: another muse who is sensitive like he is, they’re just soft besties and want peace and love, very wholesome friendship
or we can brainstorm!
birthchart ;
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okay but??? Skittle Squad Birthdays:
Barty: 29th October.
You telling me this boy wasn't a Scorpio? C'mon. I can't see him as any other sign so sorry, but I'll day defending Barty Scorpio.
Also, his birthday is reeeeally close to Halloween (which is his favourite festivity) so, as a kid, he always got a dress up birthday party. (Pandora took that tradition and made all of them dress up for Barty's bday all seven years)
Regulus: 26th December
I read from someone that Walburga hated Regulus since the day he was born because her water broke the morning of Christmas and she couldn't assist the dinner and party she had spent weeks planning and it makes so much sense.
Also Reggie is a Capricorn (not that I have a prefference as a Capricorn myself)
Pandora: 17th February
She tells everyone her birthday is on Valentine's Day. Barty call her out on second year after asking her brother Rabastan. That doesn't stop them from making Valentine's Day into Pandora's Day.
She is an Aquarius, I don't know, I just get the vibe. She is dreamy, but fierce and know what she wants.
Dorcas: 13th May
The number 13 is Dorcas favourite number. I don't know how I came up with that headcanon but it's not going anywhere. Maybe it's because she loves superstition so she grows fond of the "bad luck signs" and made them her personal aesthetic.
Also, my girl is a Taurus. Go argue with a wall because I can't see her as any other thing that is not a Taurus.
I thought that it was because of her stubbornness so maybe she was an Aries, but it just doesn't fit her. She a Taurus from head to toe.
Evan: 7th July
THIS IS EVAN'S OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY. THE UNIVERSE TOLD ME
Okay so. I was coming up with the birthdays and I only had Evan left. And I just see him as a Cancer but I, for some reason, though Cancer season was like November-December and I hated that because Evan just screams Summer Child to me. But then I look at the charts and guess who are Summer Babies? Cancers.
So, no arguing. Evan is a Cancer and a Summer Child. I can picture him celebrating his birthday on a summer night, the perfect excuse to see his friends outside of Hogwarts, all of them on a pool and omfg, this is his birthday.
Also, I don't know why, but I headcanon that Evan was due for July 4th but he was late and his uncles always makes joke like
"I see Evan. Not only a pride for your family but a pride for England. You were stubborn enough not to be born on the day of America"
And Evan doesn't understand what his birthday has to do with being England's pride or even with America, but his uncles were always a bit too much into politics and he preffered to stay out of it so he just smiled.
#skittles squad#The Infamous Three™#regulus black#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#dorcas meadowes#pandora lestrange#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#marauders headcanon#harry potter headcanon
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nicholas galitzine. he/him. cis male. › spotted at the met steps , alexei rakov , most likely listening to owner of a lonely heart by yes with their airpods pro . the twenty six year old gained quite a reputation , known to be - sensitive yet + compassionate to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the playing of multiple instruments but a true passion for the violin and guitar , going back and forth from blonde to black , greek with his mother and russian with his father , a difficult time allowing himself to love and to be loved which results in songwriting to drown everything out , followed by the scent of peace for him by bond no.9 . latest nepoupdates article talks about alexei rakov spotted visiting rock legend stevie swan’s grave , we thought they didn't get along? , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .
subplot #21 ;
muse 2q and their band – achilles antinous andō, muse 2t, alexei rakov and muse 2v have been making waves in the music industry since moving to new york city three years ago. they’ve got a good thing going with appearances in vanity fair’s time capsule series and a featured spread in rolling stone magazine. but when their manager brings in muse 2r, a singer-songwriter with budding talent, tensions start to rise. muse 2r’s free-spirited and impulsive quickly makes them a fan favorite. muse 2q can’t stand them. the constant clashes have led to writer’s block, plummeting ticket sales and canceled shows –– putting the band’s success at risk. and to make matters worse? drama is brewing with the rest of the band. achilles antinous andō and muse 2t are secretly hooking up, worried about the band’s reaction if they find out. alexei rakov is hiding a secret that could potentially ruin their career if it gets out. and muse 2v? they’re jealous of muse 2q’s success and wants what they have. tensions continue to mount and the band’s future hangs in the balance. can they learn to work together and put their differences aside? or will personal drama and clashing egos seal the band’s fate?
muse 2q – open.
muse 2r – open.
muse 2s – achilles antinous andō.
muse 2t – open.
muse 2u – alexei rakov.
muse 2v – open.
basic stats ;
⟶ full name: alexei antonis nikos rakov ( first name pronounced ah-lek-say, or click here for pronunciation )
⟶ nicknames: likes alexei, but doesn’t mind being called alex considering over 90% of the people he meets don’t know how to pronounce his name
⟶ three things he likes: instruments of any kind, summers in greece, olives
⟶ three things he dislikes: people who just want sex, slow wifi, the instability he’s felt his whole life
⟶ gender: cis male
⟶ height: 6 ‘ 0
⟶ age: 26
⟶ birthday: february 19, 1997
⟶ zodiac: pisces sun ( aquarius - pisces cusp, known as the ‘cusp of sensitivity’ ), cancer moon, virgo ascendant
⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed
⟶ eye color: hazel, shooting more towards green, shifts depending on the lighting
⟶ hair color: naturally blonde, constantly dyes it from blonde to black and back and forth
⟶ piercings and tattoos: left ear pierced, little music symbol on his right wrist
⟶ languages spoken: russian ( father’s native tongue ), greek ( mother’s native tongue ), decent spanish and english
⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: demisexual / homoromantic
⟶ place of birth: manchester, england
⟶ last five songs listened to: time by pink floyd, vitamin c by can, für elise by beethoven, méditation from thaïs by massenet, happiness is a warm gun by the beatles
⟶ five aesthetics: the intense feeling of feeling unworthy of being loved by anyone, shirts stained with black hair dye, a soft british accent, peach flavored tea and fat free biscuits, crying over things you have no control over
⟶ character inspo: prince willhelm from young royals, charlie spring from heartstopper, adam groff from sex education ( season 3 adam )
background story ;
alexei was born on a cold night in manchester to nikola ganos and sergei rakov, two twenty year olds who fell in love through music. his mother was a famous piano player ( think maybe like yiruma or ludovico einaudi ) while his father was getting more of a name for himself as a cello player. both classical musicians who fell in love and had alexei, very unexpectedly
his parents are both really well off. his mother’s side owns one of the biggest olives and olive oil companies in europe while his father’s side owns plenty of vodka brands originated in russia but sold all across the world. they were young, but they knew their son would be coming into the world very well off financially, planned to give him the perfect childhood, even got married when he was merely five months old
and for the first six years of alexei’s life, that’s what it was. two parents who were devoted to him and wanted to give him the best life possible in england, even though neither one of them were british. but as he went from six to seven, all that love his parents had for each other seemed to dissolve more and more each day. his beautiful early childhood turned into him listening to his parents fighting constantly, and even though he was so young, he couldn’t help but ask himself – where did my parents’ love for each other go?
and if you guessed it, they ended up getting a divorce when he was barely seven, but the thing is… his parents weren’t like normal parents. it wasn’t the typical case of custody with one parent while the other has visiting rights, or even shared custody of 3 days a week here, and four days a week there, or even complete custody of him to just one parent, no, his parents were determined to fight for hm until the bitter end
it turned into a game of who alexei liked more, they couldn’t even stand to be in the same room together, and it was really difficult to tell a little kid ‘who do you love more?’ or ‘who do you want to live with more?’ or ‘you have to pick’ or even just his father trying to put him against his mother while his mother did the same thing to him with his father. sometimes, alexei felt like they didn’t even really love him, but just wanted to prove to the other that he could love one or the other more
eventually, they settled for custody in the worst way possible. alexei would live with his mother for six months, then he would live with his father for six months, and maybe this wouldn’t be so awful if they both decided to stay in england, live maybe a city or two away from each other, but no, definitely not. they immediately left his birth place, his mother going back and forth between greece and spain, while his father traveled from canada to russia repeatedly, and well… this is what alexei’s life became
maybe to some people, it might sound ideal. not staying in one place for too long, constantly moving from one city, knowing you wouldn’t be staying there for longer than six months, perhaps to any traveler, this is the dream life, but that certainly wasn’t the case for alexei
this going back and forth put a serious strain in every aspect of his life. he would enroll in a school, make a friend or two, only to be ripped away from that scene for the following six months to go to another school, halfway across the world, for the same thing to happen to him, over and over again
and the worst part was that his parents didn’t seem to understand that it didn’t make him happy, all the going back and forth. he was unstable, he didn’t even know how to really talk to people at one point, because he knew deep down, that there was no use in trying to make any friends if it would just be taken away from him sooner or later
basically, a loner. he spent most of his childhood to early teenage years dodging conversations, definitely ate his lunch in the bathroom vibes. the only consistency his parents had was their love for music, which, is the one thing that did make alexei happy. he was a virtuoso. from the piano, to the cello, to the bass, even the drums, saxophone and viola, he loved it all, though his true love was in the guitar, and more especially, the violin. he grew a real love for this, had multiple instruments at his mother’s and multiple instruments at his father’s, again, the one consistency in his life
while he wasn’t big on singing, he basically had the voice of an angel. could switch from a soft tone to a rather loud one, a male soprano range… truly a gift, tried to break glass to see if it was true and it in fact, wasn’t a myth ( at least in his case ). pretty much any orchestra teacher’s wet dream, a typical band nerd
anyways, when he was sixteen, he convinced his parents to enroll him in a boarding school in los angeles, very pca from zoey 101 vibes, and they surprisingly agreed since it was neither with his mother nor his father, but a spot in between. for the last two years of high school, he had some type of stability
though, during his senior year, he became the talk of everyone through the most unfortunate event. simply put, alexei met a guy. at this time, he wasn’t even really sure of his sexuality. he figured he wasn’t straight, but he didn’t think it was just that. he felt like there was more depth to what he liked and didn’t like, but this guy was charming. gave him attention, treated him kindly, and he was incredibly good looking. this was his first relationship ever. prior to this, he shared his first kiss when he was fifteen with a random girl near his mother’s house in athens, and simply put, he didn’t like it
this was different though. he enjoyed kissing him, but he didn’t feel like doing anything else but that, and the more the guy insisted they take it further, the less inclined he felt to give him what he wanted
alexei, however, is a people pleaser. he didn’t want to have sex with him even though at this point, they had been dating for well over two months. he didn’t know why he didn’t want to, he couldn’t pinpoint why having sex was such a weird and touchy subject for him, but basically, he felt, in a way, guilt tripped by this guy. it was the constant questioning of ‘why don’t you like me?’ or ‘what’s wrong with you?’ or even ‘i promise i’ll make it worth your while’ and one day, they both get drunk and even though alexei has been drunk plenty of times before, well, he caves, instantly lives to regret it
the following day, as he’s walking towards his first class, people are whispering about him, not so discreetly pointing, giving him looks, and it takes him a matter of fifteen minutes from getting to his first period before one of his friends sends him a text message with a link attached, much to his horror. the message reads ‘is this you?’ with a link to a video. the video is them having sex the night prior
he had filmed it all and posted without his consent. they were both of age, but it literally made alexei sick to his stomach. for one, he felt really used, and two, he hated the attention this was getting him. he’s always been one to fly under the radar, and now this was all anyone was talking about, lost count over how many times he’s cried over this
the following months reaching towards graduation are literal hell for him. the video gets to his parents which is quite literally his worst nightmare become a reality. legal action is taken and they thankfully manage to remove the video from the web completely, but the damage has already been done, he’s miserable. worst graduation ever, doesn’t even walk the stage because he’s just so humiliated, and for once in his damn life, he wishes he would have been in that constant moving back and forth life. maybe then, he could’ve ran away from the problem the second it started, sad boy hours, really
after graduation, he immediately moves out of california. for about two years, he just travels. ironic considering it’s something he didn’t like to do when he was younger, but at that point, he just wanted to get away from everything
anyways, he’s twenty three when he finally moves to new york, settling there for good. models on and off, plays the violin at the subway for fun, lives off his mother and father’s money until eventually, he starts making it on his own, with his talent and with the band he’s a part of ( aka the subplot ), things are looking okay, but then you know, they’re not
moral of the story is once again, he meets a guy ( notice how nothing good comes from him meeting a guy ever ), when he’s twenty four and the guy is thirty one. this guy is none other than stevie swan, who would basically come to be the equivalent of a young anthony kiedis, pretty much a rock legend, everything he touches musically turns into gold, you get the gist. his band happens to be huge competition for alexei’s band, they’re pretty much meant to not like each other but things take a swift turn
only this time around, despite being a rockstar, well, this guy isn’t a total jerk. everything is kept a huge secret, but stevie never once pressured him into anything. everything went at a pace alexei was comfortable with, he basically ends up falling in love with him, really got to know him, literally became the only person he’s felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with in every aspect of the word. everything would be great, but like most rockstars, alexei came to know that stevie had a drug problem
the only thing alexei has ever done in his damn life was drink and smoke on occasion. however, as nice as stevie is, he easily influences alexei. at one point, they’re both doing drugs together, every minute of the day
it seems like they have everything under control, until one horrible morning of partying too hard later and when alexei wakes up beside him, stevie is gone. died in his sleep from an overdose, and alexei was so out of it himself, he didn’t even realize, not until it was too late
this is where the secret from his subplot comes in. he got so nervous from seeing the scene before him, not only did he have a major panic attack, but he left without saying anything. not a phone call, nothing, just panicked big time and left in a fountain of tears, wasn’t spotted by anyone. this happened when he was twenty five, about a year into their secret romance
the headlines were big, all over the place, rock legend stevie swan dies of an overdose, all of which he was around for, but didn’t do anything about it. this is his secret, that he woke up to this scene and just left. he’s kept this a secret for a while now, as he knows it could potentially ruin his bands career and that’s the last thing he wants, but truthfully, he doesn’t know how to say it. that moment was so traumatizing, it’s difficult for him to even think about it without getting teary eyed, let alone talk about what happened. now the question is, will this come back to bite him in the ass, or can it somehow stay concealed for the rest of time?
headcanons ;
natural blonde, but constantly dyes his hair black, then switches. dying his hair is almost therapeutic for him, has even gotten buzzcuts during times where he was really depressed, but he prefers longer hair
regarding the gossip in his app, it’s totally true. he went to go visit stevie’s grave and didn’t know he was photographed, played it off as him paying his respect but little do people know, that was basically the love of his life
the guitarist of the band from the subplot, back up vocals here and there, first time he feels like he actually belongs somewhere, even though he’s hiding a big secret from all his bandmates
he has a british accent, literally nicholas galitzine’s voiceclaim. not too strong, but it’s there
speaks russian with his father in absolute shame, my guy is definitely free ukraine all the way, just wants peace and love
because of his past relationships, he has a very difficult time trusting people, loving people, or even allowing people to love him. the whole idea with love really confuses him. it’s something he wants, but it isn’t something he’s sure he understands, and he hates not understanding things
has been confused with his sexuality his entire life! he’s always felt like an outcast around other guys his age because they all typically wanted sex, meaningful, meaningless, just a typical guy thing, and that definitely didn’t apply for him. for ages, he thought there was something wrong with him, but it wasn’t until he learned about demisexuality that he finally understood… kind of. he just wants it to be meaningful, wants to have a connection with the person, the idea of meaningless sex and hookups literally makes him super uncomfortable, but it’s what most people seem to want these days
his drug phase with stevie was short lived. after the incident, he stopped completely. literally even smoking weed gives him anxiety, but he can drink. call him a typical russian or whatever, but it’s crazy how much he can drink, can practically outdrink anyone, no one believes it but it’s very true, tolerance through the roof, doesn’t even get sick and rarely ever even gets hungover, but he doesn’t make this an everyday thing
his dirty habit, one that he’s definitely ashamed of, is every now and then, he’ll smoke a cigarette. definitely not those pack a day smokers and really not even a regular smoker? he kind of just does this when he’s really stressed, depressed or angry. think like amy santiago from brooklyn 99, not a heavy habit but when he’s going through some bullshit, he’ll have one, definitely trying to outgrow that habit though
he’s a pescatarian! probably will never become a vegetarian because he loves salmon way too much, loves salmon in every form possible. meat and chicken gross him out and he doesn’t like eggs either, just fish, heavy seafood lover
close friends of his roast him for this, but he’s an olive fanatic as well. greek olives, peruvian olives, spanish olives, any type of olives, he’s obsessed. when he was younger, there was always olives at his house, because of his mother’s company, and he would dead ass eat them out the jar, finish the entire jar in like five minutes, still does that to this day. at his house, you’ll likely find two large jars of olives, minimum, a snack he will never get tired of
he likes to write music too, aside from playing instruments. has written a few things for his band, and definitely has unpublished songs he’s written that he’s never shared with anyone
what you would call a typical pisces – very sensitive! he doesn’t show this publicly, but if it hurts his feelings, he’ll cry when he gets home. literally the type to cry over sad videos, movies or tv shows, very emotional. pisces sun and cancer moon combo, he’s a literal mess, he feels things a lot, feels things on a whole different level than most people which makes him a very compassionate and understanding person, definitely a shoulder to cry on, a very loyal friend to have by your side
he forgives a lot. he’ll forgive you time after time after time, but when alexei genuinely gets tired of your shit, you will never hear from him again. he’s very forgiving, but once he says ‘i’m done’ there is no changing his mind. it takes a lot for him to get to this level, but he can only be taken advantage of for so long before he gets sick of it. once you lose him, you lose him for good
he has a bearded dragon named jake long and a beagle named pawl mccartney. he named the bearded after one of his favorite shows as a kid and his pet beagle was named after iconic paul mccartney, of course. jake long is one and pawl is two, alexei adores both of them, pretty much his emotional support animals
loves his parents, but still somewhat holds a grudge over them for his childhood, even though he isn’t one to hold grudges. they definitely messed him up one way or another. even if it wasn’t their intention, being so unstable for so long has kind of permanently scarred him. he has a very hard time getting genuinely close to people, whether it be friendships or romantic relationships, it’s hard for him
super nice guy, but quite literally remembers every bad thing that has happened to him ever. his energy is crying over something that happened when he was a literal child that he had no control of at three in the morning, might as well have the memory of an elephant. he’ll forgive, but he won’t forget, like ‘you remember what you did august 15th, 2016 at 4:57 pm? i do too’ like… isn’t one to hold grudges, but if you thought he forgot, you thought wrong
wanted connections ;
you don’t know that i know: i’d die for this connection, but someone who saw or heard of his sex tape, whether they never tell anyone or act like a little shit about it is utp, but alexei doesn’t know that they know, you know?
you think you can outdrink me?: a muse who thinks they can outdrink him, but they never can, could turn into a whole little competition, could be really funny
classical music lovers: title says it all, two nerds passionate about classical music, bonus if this muse is a fan of his parents or has heard of them
slow love: a poor, unfortunate muse that likes him. they could like how nice and down to earth he is, alexei could even know that they like him, but considering how iffy he is about relationships, well… yeah
all my friends are fake: someone who doesn’t like him because they think his whole nice guy act is fake, or maybe doesn’t like him for whatever other reason
cry baby: another muse who is sensitive like he is, they’re just soft besties and want peace and love, very wholesome friendship
or we can brainstorm!
birthchart ;
#nepofm.intro#idk how i feel abt this graphic ngl but#oh well lmao#death tw#trauma tw#overdose tw#drug use tw#idk i think there might be more tws but sdnvjndfv#this shit got LONG AF BLESS ME
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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!
[ambles in 3 hours late with Starbucks and an outdated meme] I got tagged by @cicadatalia and @acemapleeh, thank you~!
What book are you currently reading?
aaaaahahaha, you mean, what books have I been ignoring?
uh, I’m still reading through 48 Laws of Power, and maybe eventually I’ll finish Matthew Stover’s Star Wars Revenge of the Sith novelization because it’s honestly really, really fucking incredible both in terms of Star Wars content and in its own right.
What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?
Robert Eggers’ The Northman is really, really fucking good, holy shit. admittedly it’s also the only movie I saw in theatres this year, as I’ve been trying to limit possible covid exposure.
What do you usually wear?
bro I don’t even know. usually black leggings, and 3/4 of my shirts are some shade of red, burgundy, or pink. a few dresses in the summer. oh I do wear a lot of skirts of all colors though, especially long skirts. I’m also slowly adding more and more vyshyvankas to my wardrobe, but they can be pretty pricey.
How tall are you?
more like how short am I. 5′3″ or 5′2″, I don’t remember.
What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?
Taurus, and May Day, I guess. uh, May 1, 1328 is the ending date for the Wars of Scottish Independence. incidentally, May 1, 1707 is the Act of Union between England and Scotland to form the UK. the more you know.
Do you go by your name or a nick-name?
middle name, actually. gotcha!
Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?
lmao absolutely not. I’m happier this way though and, strictly speaking there’s still time for me to pursue a phd in history if I want. I just need the money. but tbh, I just really enjoy not having to be in school.
Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?
nope and nope. I broke off an engagement early last year and haven’t been up for dating again until somewhat recently.
What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?
listing my strengths and weaknesses. I’m actually very good at structuring and writing essay-style arguments, and that kind of analysis. I’m horrible at having the motivation and self-discipline to actually do it though.
Dogs or cats?
I’m allergic to cats, so dogs it is. though tbh I think prefer the temperament of cats.
If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?
this year? I haven’t written as much as usual this year what with all the..... events. well, hm. let me see. all my best writing is going to be from my Star Wars fics and so won’t make sense without context but
Certainly, Shan has no chance. She has spent months on end with your old master, after all. No trick of the Force, no Jedi Master could ever change what Revan is at his core or keep the pull of its influence forever at bay. No one - Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian - could, once taken in, escape the event horizon of that black-hole heart.
(Not even you.)
No, Shan has no chance, not after whatever Revan has done to corrupt or soften her. Maybe he’s convinced her to embrace attachments after all, embrace familial attachments, romantic ones, adversarial ones - the number and nature of the attachments are irrelevant as long as the strongest among them is her attachment to him. But the ropes Revan ties around the necks of his victims have millions of threads, and you resolve to follow them to their far ends. Scores of your agents have met their death trying to retrieve Bastila Shan. [...]
What’s something you would like to create content for?
Vampyr. Hetalia. Vampyr/Hetalia. orz
What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?
for now, Hetalia. unfortunately.
What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?
several irl current events turned out to be such a letdown. I wanted fucking justice, dammit.
What’s a hidden talent of yours?
I can be pretty fucking good at manipulation when I want to be tbh.
Are you religious?
yeah I’m actually a nun. nunya business.
What’s something you wish to have at this moment?
more brain, less hormones. related, I wanna visit my baby niece.
tagging @sunnylolli, if you haven’t already done it.
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