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it's not like alexei didn't try to keep thomas at arms length. if anything, he was the complete opposite of inviting when they first met. thinking back to those times, alexei wonders how the hell the older male had managed to have so much patience with him. he had been a nightmare. a bullying, bratty, shit talking little fuck. he really feels like if thomas didn't directly work for his family, his insults towards him would have easily earned him a well deserved punch to the face. somewhere down the line, this happened, and now alexei can't imagine not having thomas in his life. he doesn't think anyone else knows him, not in the way he does. no one has seen him at his absolute high and rock bottom lows before besides him, and somehow, alexei's actions didn't drive him away.

he's giggling softly as the other pulls him closer, gladly allowing himself to be embraced by him. alexei smiles so wide, he actually shows his teeth, a very rare thing for him to do because he hates his smile, isn't a fan of how his top front teeth are just the tiniest bit crooked. “oh yeah, you'll easily beat the crap out of anyone with these bad boys.” he gently squeezes thomas' upper bicep to get his point across, always impressed by the muscle he carried. “but the one who would absolutely annihilate anyone is me, of course. they’re all frightened when i walk by.” his tone is so deadpan, as if he could really cause any harm when you could even see his overly defined collarbones pop out through his oversized tee. he's never even punched anyone in the face before, his energy radiating as someone who would break their hand if he even tried. this is his silly, fun loving side that no one really sees. even members of his family don't know him like this. he's gazing into the other's emerald green hues, his own reflecting a lighter shade of gray, shifting to blue. it's hard for him to remember anything else when his heart is beating so damn loud in his chest. his lanky fingers reach up to sweetly caress his cheek, inching closer to him as his thumb offers thomas the sweetest touch. “yeah?” he's chewing on his bottom lip. “i'm your boy. i'm all yours.” he whispers, feeling his cheeks turning hot, knowing he was blushing. slowly, he leans in, noses touching, until he brushes his lips against his, pulling away slightly, but resting their foreheads together. “i think the doctor ordered that too.” he speaks softly, referring to the kiss. “and a night of gazing at the stars and looking at the waves together, of course. you know, without having to worry that someone might be back at any minute now.” yet, he didn't bother to move an inch away from the other.

no one ever thinks they’re going to fall in love, especially to not only someone younger but someone who was completely off limits. thomas was told when he first entered the family, just like everyone else, no involving themselves with the kids. which was easier said than done once alexei started showing his interest. never did he have interest in being the right hand, but the cards seemed to fall that way, and now here he is. stuck between the life that had given him everything he needed, and the young man who had easily stolen his heart. and with that stolen heart comes along a myriad of issues from those possibly seeking to hurt alexei. which he knows probably won’t happen given how alexei doesn’t have any blood on his hands, but it’s the possibility that causes thomas to stay up at night.

thomas reaches for alexei’s hands, gently pulling the younger male towards him, settling between thomas’ legs. normally he’d never do this out in the open but given no one is around, the brunette loosens the reins he often has on his emotions. “ we both know what could happen, but you also know that i would do anything to make sure we were both okay. ” thomas doesn’t even want to think about what would happen if their relationship were to be leaked. alexei is hopeful, and that’s something thomas needs in his life. the job had quickly shown him that the world is a cruel place, and in order to survive you have to do cruel things. especially when it comes to keeping those you care about safe. “ ah, there’s that smile i love so much. ” the softness thomas exudes with alexei often surprises himself. his stoicness often drives away the best of the best, but not with alexei. “ oh all of the chocolate covered strawberries you could think of. maybe some of that wine you love so much. only the best for my boy. ” he flushes at his own words. “ a night under the stars with you sounds just like what the doctor ordered. ”

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italo couldn't help but burst out laughing at bryce's words. there was a part of him that enjoyed the back and forth, mostly because it was entertaining and bryce always had some type of comeback – it would be boring if he didn't. still, this isn't something he would say to him. italo actually wasn't a diva. a brat? sure, but not a diva. he didn't really care enough to correct him though, people thought all kinds of things about him, made up all kinds of rumors that weren't true. this was just common if you were in the public eye. “i think they'd still follow me if they knew i was.” he replies with a nonchalant shrug, blue colored fingernails tapping against the table. “look, as much as i'm sure you'd love to see me get rejected so you can shoot your pathetic shot, i hate to inform you that that just simply isn't the case. i just wanna get drunk and this place makes the best pornstar martinis, so... two pornstar martini's, extra pornstar, please. keep the tab open.” extra pornstar was just his way of implying the other puts double the alcohol. the truth was that he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol tonight, but not for reasons bryce would suspect. he just needed to get shit faced. “see? i'm the best kind of diva there is. giving this place my business. if anything, everyone here should be thanking me.”

Bryce was far too confident to get hurt by someone who meant absolutely nothing to him. For as long as he could remember, he had dealt with people who thought too highly of themselves and thought they were better just because they had more money or were better looking or whatever. Some people just couldn't get out of their high school Mean Girls phase. Dark eyes watched as the other leaned closer. Bryce didn't respond to the compliment yet, because it sounded like an insult. And indeed, the famous 'but' followed a little later (even though it was an unspoken but). Amused, almost mockingly, Bryce laughed and wiped the glass with the cloth in his hand. ❝Oh, come on. Did I hit a nerve, Regina George? Do your followers know you're a diva? No, don't say anything. I know what's going on: you've been rejected by someone. Is that true? Oh, please tell me it's true, that would be too funny.❞

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“hmm... do i though?” he teases, knowing deep down that he did, his eyes gleaming with a hint of admiration. “i don't care about your biological clock. at least, not in the way i care about mine when it comes to you.” one thing about riley is that he was honest, but... a gentle kind of honest. the kind of honesty with no malice behind it, just softness. he eventually shrugs. “i just don't want you to resent me years from now and feel like you've made a mistake, is all. i always want you to be happy.” he knew happiness wasn’t permanent, came in waves, but the last thing he wanted was for them to regret their relationship years from now when he was older.

brows are knitting in , noticing him fight back a smile as they've got their arms crossed against their chest , sucking in a breath . " what's wrong with this look ? you know you like it , " they're humming , a small step closer - grinning widely , letting it fade . " i don't think i'm that young , but thanks for caring about my biological clock , riley . "

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truth be told, if the circumstances were different, kendall was positive he would have a lot more things to say. this wouldn't be the first time they've argued and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but aside from him being at fault, well, he also thinks he might have a mild concussion. his head is killing him at this point, eyes shutting for a second as quinn continues to bitch, and rightfully so. the last thing he needs is to go to a hospital though, as he knows it would eventually go away with rest and proper hydration. he sighs, rather loudly as quinn continues on his rant. when he questions what was so bad that he had to fight someone about it, kendall shakes his head, applying the ice bag to the bridge of his nose now. “it doesn't really matter what he said.” he mutters, a trait that was very unlike him. the last thing quinn needs to know is that he got into a bar fight over him. he just couldn't stand hearing anyone trash talk him, calling him a thief among many other things. some of the stuff they were saying was true, sure, but it boiled kendall's blood up to the point of repeatedly punching the man over and over again until he was nearly unconscious. if quinn thinks kendall is in awful shape, he should see the other male. he just couldn't stand the smart mouth on him, as if he'd really have the balls to say any of the things he said to quinn's face. kendall's constant repetition of ‘keep his name out your fucking mouth’ while he threw punch after punch was truly pathetic. quinn didn't need to know what a hold he had on him. “and you stop being a quick witted, smart mouthed motherfucker.” he snaps back. ah, there it is, that's definitely more like him. he places the ice bag on his forehead, hoping that might somehow alleviate the throbbing, but knowing it wouldn't really do much. he needed a proper cleaning of his face and a bed to lay down. “fine. whatever makes you happy and dandy. you're the bossiest person i know, i fucking swear.” is his only response, rubbing at his temples this time.

often times, he had to hold back on his judgment because the people that really knew him also had things that they could use against him. it was rich. a criminal judging someone else for getting arrested. the thief just couldn't fathom how kendall slipped up to the point of getting caught. that was what was driving him insane about all of this. there was a deeper reason though. he didn't want anything bad to happen to him, didn't want him to get hurt. quinn had always been conflicted about his feelings. one moment he cared deeply about him and the next minute they were fighting. "you didn't want to get caught, but you did. that's really the only thing that matters right now. i don't care what you wanted." he had to consciously loosen up on the gas pedal a little bit as he drove. the last thing he needed was to get pulled over for speeding. "then maybe someone has to say it outside of your head. since when the fuck do you get into bar fights?! what was so bad that you had to fight someone because of what they were saying." quinn paused at a stop sign to look over at kendall. a couple of moments later, his eyes were back on the road and his foot was back on the gas. at least the streets were empty at this hour. "just stop being a fucking idiot for one night in your life. if you get caught again, i'm not going to bail you out." that was a lie. as much as he'd say he was tough, he did have a soft spot for kendall. "and you're staying with me tonight. i don't trust you alone."

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“i wouldn't call it a brilliant deduction really... more like an obvious one.” now he was just taking the piss, practically walking circles around the other to see if he would budge. the truth was that what hunter was accusing kieran of is something hunter does all too often. he's a natural born flirt. even when he doesn't mean to flirt, it comes off that way. he works at a damn sex shop, for crying out loud. flirting with customers so they can buy products they might never even use again is basically second nature to him. he was also the worker with the most sales and commission and he was only there part time, so that should tell you everything you need to know. “oh, i can definitely see the sleep deprivation.” despite his words, the grin only deepens, instantly matching kieran's teasing tone. at his following statement, hunter begins nodding his head, a feigned hurt expression taking place on his soft features. “okay, i can get behind the rejected boy band line up... but a cigarette ad?” a hand is placed over his heart, eyes shutting for dramatic effect. “that one hurt. i'll have you know i don't even smoke. not cigarettes, not even weed.” it was true. he hated marijuana because of the munchies, the idea of unnecessary hunger not sitting right with him. even edibles were avoided like a plague. cigarettes were just disgusting to him as a whole, so that was an obvious no. “come on kieran. your words say one thing, but your sleep deprived eyes and resting bitch face say another.” he has to bite onto his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing right there.

kieran's eyebrows shot up. honestly, he’d just come in for batteries. maybe a laugh. definitely not this. "oh, yeah? that's your brilliant deduction?" he said with mock curiosity. "man, that's just my face. been told i've got resting bitch face—slightly judgmental with a side of sleep deprivation." the teasing came naturally, a well-practiced defense against the uncomfortable truth that maybe, just maybe, hunter wasn't entirely wrong. not that he would ever admit it. "look, i'm not flirting. i'm just… observing. trying to remember where i saw you before. some… cigarette ad? rejected boy band lineup?" he joked, letting his gaze casually flick over hunter.

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hi there! do you have any most wanted opposites?

hello! i've reblogged a few posts right here after realizing i think my wanted opposites tag is empty, but to add onto this, any fc i play is an fc i wanna write against as well!

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There is a sort of constant battle between the two of them to the degree that they are fighting, but they are taking care of one another. When the sugar goes on the cheek of Patrick, Art takes it off with his hand in a very nice gesture of kindness -- and very intimate, I would say. But at the same time, they are really tense. And I think it’s about being jealous of one another, but at the same time wanting one another.

Challengers (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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JENNA ORTEGA  attends the Vanity Fair Oscar Party (March 02, 2025)

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Diego Tinoco

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Belly Conklin + Hair Styles

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HENRY ZAGA Depois do Universo (Beyond the Universe) dir. Diego Freitas

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make me choose - @glaftwlet asked live action zoro or nissin cup commercial zoro?

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🍊 Jacob Elordi as Felix Catton

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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ as Alex Claremont-Diaz in Red, White & Royal Blue (2023)

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i finally got to watching anora yesterday and i have soooo much muse for my mark eydelshteyn fc, is anyone maybe interested in writing with him? he's an evil twink named alexei rakov who comes from the most opulent and infamous russian mafia family who is an actual fucking brat and menace

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open to: m/nb masc presenting muses muse: brooklyn “brook” lachowski. libra. homosexual. ages 21-24. personal trainer of content creator plot idea: your muse recognizes brooklyn from his of and he's just playing #dumb he raises a neat brow, shaking his head at them. “no, i don't think we've ever met before.” though he knows damn well what they're getting at, he refuses to say it out loud, a teasing smirk settling on his lips instead. “you've definitely got me mistaken for someone else. unless this is your not so subtle way of flirting, in that case, buying me a drink would be way more effective.”