Alexander Rupert

Columbia Graduate Student

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Happenings || Rosex

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anunholyred:

Rosalia looked on, curious brown eyes following him until the ring of her phone alerted her attention elsewhere. When she read the text, and her smile was instantaneous. She didn’t bother to text back, her feet moved far quicker. Her mind was dizzy, partially because they’ve gone to lukewarm, to ice cold, to a piping hot in a matter of seconds. Questions, like who he was before she followed him should have popped into her mind, but they weren’t even a thought = especially when he stopped in front of a motorbike. She curled into his side, hands wrapping around his strong arms as she eyed the bike. “Is this yours….?” She asked, with wide, excited eyes. 

He nodded down at her, happy to know she approved of their mode of transportation. Happy to have tossed his tea in the bin they had passed because he needed his hands free. The Prince turned the key to start the bike while giving the throttle a little tug, making sure she was running perfectly. His leg lifted over as he handed the latina his helmet. “Don’t worry about your hair, I’m more interested in protecting your face.” Was all he said, thinking she might put of a bit of fight with having to wear the safety device. He only had one on this trip and needed to know she’d be safe in case anything happened. The bike purred under him as he offered his arm to help her climb on behind him. He leaned back and put the visor down on the helmet and kissed the clear plastic. “Hold on, Love.” And with that, he whipped out of the lot and they took off through the streets. Everything whizzed by, moving in and out between cars, surprisingly catching all but one red light on the way. And sure enough, they were at his place in no time. Cutting the bike off, he let her get on her feet before he did the same. “Now to take you inside and warm you up a little.”

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Happenings || Rosex

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anunholyred:

Rosalia was tempted to drop her coffee, she was so enveloped in the kiss; which said something because Rosalia never even almost sacrifices her coffee. She was still well into considering it when he stopped the kiss, her lips chasing after his not nearly done being devoured by him. So the landed elsewhere. 

They busied themselves with outlining his strong jawline with nips and sucks. “I think this is the part where you make a call for a car,” she mused, a voice bit shaky, ”Alexander,” she whispered directly in his ear. The tone in which his name fell from her lips was laced with lured and lude intentions. 

He knew what she was playing at now. He wouldn’t be intoxicated by her and lose sight of what had just happened. Two could play this game. He leaned down and let his teeth crazy the section of her neck where it transitioned to her shoulder, tugging gently before he said, “I’ve a better idea. A much, smoother ride.” He then pulled away and began to walk back the way he’d come, quickly pulling her number from his pocket and dialing it into his phone. 

Alexander: Come along, Darling.

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Happenings || Rosex

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anunholyred:

 Rosalia was visibly shocked. Her hands raised in front of her as she scoffed, glaring at him. Confusion and a slight dose of embarrassment had her cheeks hot, and her small fist balled in anger, “Hey, asshole,” the words blared from her tight pout, “I don’t even know you.” She scoffed again - harsher, louder - rolling her eyes as she angrily opened her bag, and scrounged around inside until she pulled out a pen and paper. 

She walked up to him, heels clipping the sidewalk with each firm step. She set the paper on his chest, scribbling her number on the blank paper. “A thing or two, Casa-no-sense-of-humor-or-taste-in-blow-job-settings, I like it in cars, and sometimes find it romantic being fucked against a tree in public, and if we’re talking on some real romance shit, I’ve got enough drama queen’s in me to fill a polyamorous relationship of five, so cut the dramatics.” She slipped the paper into his pocket, patting his chest. “Welcome to America, asshole.” 

Her eyes were fevered with the animosity she was swimming in. The embarrassment spelled out in the faint blush of red splotched onto her pale brown skin on the November morning. She looked him over once more, before making her own dramatic exit.  

Her hands were warm against his chest. He’d only worn a thin sweater under his coat and her fingers seemed to press right on through. He watched her face as she wrote. Her lips looked delicious. But she was very rude. He was not meant to be with someone so disrespectful. 

Alexander knew that he could most certainly get behind fooling around in cars and such.. he just wanted to do so with someone he had a relationship with.

Her cheeks were pink and he was so tempted to just kiss her then. But his brow was still furrowed and her pout was still present. And then she put the paper in his pocket and turned to leave. But he couldn’t lose her again. He wouldn’t. No matter how mad he was. 

His hand reached out and gently grabbed her arm. He spun her delicately, his tea in his other hand. He then wrapped the arm that caught her around her waist and lifted her slightly as he leaned down and captured her lips with his. 

The kiss was fast and felt like both of them working out their anger. He couldn’t get enough. It was just like halloween only sped up. He leaned back just enough to whisper against her lips, “Perhaps I should teach you manners, Rose.”

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Happenings || Rosex

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anunholyred:

Rosalia was thankful she’d worn her hair down. The black blanket of perfectly tousled hair somewhat shielded him from the smile she was trying to bite down. Her lip was being scrambled between her teeth, attempting to claw down a giggle that just couldn’t help but be heard by the time he got to talking about her number. She stopped, finally, turning to him with a smile and stained kissed cheery cheeks, “the super hot masked man that was a great kisser and didn’t want road head….ya, he rings a bell.” She winked a mischevious smirk immersing itself onto her glossed lips. 

He actually remembered her. God, she wanted to giggle again; so instead, she took a sip of her coffee. Although, her smirk, turned smile peaked from beyond her cup as she took a couple of sips. 

She thought he was a great kisser. He almost smiled before she finished her sentence. Alexander’s head about spun off as he looked around to see who might be in the vicinity to hear what she had just spoke. “I-.. I Beg Your Pardon!” He all but shouted, his eye brows knitting together. He felt immensely offended. “I will have you know that I do not believe it to be something that one would do in a vehicle, Rosalia. I would want moments like that with you to be private and to be unhindered by that of alcohol or other substances you may partake in.” He scoffed and closed his coat around himself. “I believe in romance. Mystery. True love. I am not a toy. I do not wish to be played with. I seek deeper relationships. I am meant to be valued, just the same as I would value my partner.” He kept his tone level, trying not to completely blow up on her. She wasn’t acting like the amazing young woman she had just a few weeks ago. No, she was completely different now that she was sober. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to your day. Forgive me ever interrupting.” He bowed his head slightly, slight anger present on his face, wishing he hadn’t stopped her at all. 

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Happenings || Rosex

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anunholyred:

Rosalia had spotted Alex soon after he entered the coffee house. She went from excited, too mortified within in a span of a sigh. A deep one that rolled off the bundles of layers she had on when the memories of kissing the strong jaw-line only feet away from her, replayed in her vivid imagination. She hadn’t seen him since that night, and as the seconds ticked on, she was sure he hadn’t seen her in the coffee shop. And, being one woven from a thread of pettiness and insecurities, she refused to walk up to him first. 

Instead, Rosalia stole glances at him between doing a horrible job of pretending like she wasn’t. Her ‘conspicuous’ nature was interrupted when the Barista called ‘Rosy’ to the head of the counter - exactly where he was heading for his own drink. Rosalia quickly gathered her things and dashed towards the counter, taking what she assumed was her cup. Without glancing at him, she turned on her heels and began to walk away. Blame it on her nerves, but she was in fight or flight mode, and the quick clatter of her heels on the floor made it clear she had chosen flight. That was until she took a sip of her ‘coffee’ and the warm liquid of ‘piss’ (as she likes to refer to tea) hit her taste buds. She stopped in her tracks, just a few steps from the door - she needed her coffee. 

Again, her stilettos were leading her in a precise turn around towards Alex. Her cheeks were a landmine of nerves as a blush began to burst onto them. Her dark eyes shyly eyed him through the thick of her eyelashes as neared him, reaching out for her drink while she shoved his into his chest. “This tall cup of the Queen’s lukewarm piss - I mean tea - must be yours, so I’ll be taking mine. Thanks!” The words rushed out of her mouth before she attempted to make a dash for the door. 

He hadn’t seen her. Honest. But the moment he did, the butterflies in his stomach came alive. He turned to say hello when she grabbed her cup and made to make a quick exit. He thought maybe she was in a hurry, maybe late to something, but when she turned around his hope grew again. That was until she thrusted one cup into his hand as she took the other. “Rosalia.” His voice was soft and careful as he stepped behind her. He kept up with her, walking beside her until he opened the door for her. “Hello, I hope not to keep you, but I wondered if by chance you remember who I am.” Maybe she had been too drunk. It’s possible that she thought he was a creeper trying to hurt her. Or perhaps she did remember and she didn’t want to be reminded of it. “From the evening of Halloween?” He was trying his best to keep up with her, but for a woman so much shorter than him, she was besting him in stride. “I never received your number, I wished to call you..” He trailed off, about to give up and let her be. 

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Happenings || Rosex

Alexander ordered a tea from the little shop near the university. He’d come in a few time to use the wifi, but had not purchased a beverage. But the smell of the place was so amazing. As he waited for his drink, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around a few things from the last few weeks. Classes and people, it was all so different. In the best possible ways. 

Two drinks came up at once in identical cups and he stepped forward to ask which was his, when a hand reached out and grabbed one. He stepped aside and allowed the woman first choice. 

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anunholyred:

Rosalia was pleasantly surprised at his lack of hesitation to continue the kiss. The tip of her nails dragged against his abs every time she loosened her grip on his shirt, then tightened it once again. Her lips painted a picture against his of buzzed lust, and butterflies that flared up the moment she saw him at the bar. Her leg dragged up his whilst the faintest moan slipped into their kiss. 

Rosalia broke the kiss, a bit baffled and overwhelmed by her own ‘slip’ up. She chuckled, her cheeks still spiked a rosy red as her head fell against his chest. “Well,” she looked up, a smile hung on her lips, “I think you’re doing a pretty good job of warming me up, and I’m sure you could do an even better job at your apartment…” 

He didn’t understand why the kiss was stopping. In fact, his eyes remained closed as they pulled back. He couldn’t process anything for a moment, even as she spoke. He just took a deep breath and opened his eyes. 

“Allow me to call a car.” His heart thumped hard as he pulled his phone out and texted his driver. 

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anunholyred:

At first, she feared she had offended him when he pulled away. A solemn expression began to implement in her soft features until he began to wrap his coat around her. And just like that, she felt contaminated with butterflies, and an undeniable blush that spilled onto her cheeks like spilled paint - a bright, cherry red, paint. Her smile was a shaky ensemble of nerves and giddiness. Brown eyes sparkled like the champagne under the bar lights as she got lost in his. 

‘Just my senses’, was at the tip of her tongue in response to him, but it was no use. Her lips decided to go another route - the one that led them to his. Resting the hand not circled around the neck of the champagne bottle onto his lower stomach, she leaned further into him to place a kiss on his mouth. It began with one, then two pecks; an assembly of innocent kisses she was testing the waters with. Until her fingers weren’t softly resting on his dress shirt, but gripping it with her fingers as she deepened the kiss. Rosalia pulled him further down to her so she could trace her tongue over the seam of his lips.  A silent, may I have more?

It’s cliche to say everything moved in slow motion from the moment his eyes met hers.. but that’s exactly how it happened. The way she leaned into him, against his chest and the hand on his abdomen; those were the things that intoxicated him. Her mouth pressed to his and he instinctively leaned down to her. His mouth welcoming the attention from hers. All of it. 

As her tongue ran along his lips, he took a deep breath and dove in. He gave her all of him in that moment. Why not? This was exactly what he was wanting deep down. He was always the one to follow the rules. Always the good boy. Always the one to never step out of line. The one that never got the girl. 

But this time, he was just letting whatever happened, happen. And he was loving the feeling. 

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anunholyred:

Rosalia, a few drinks in, plus, the couple of long-stemmed glasses of champagne she had with the handsome blonde, welcomed Alex’s suggestion of a change of scenery. Not before grabbing the half-full bottle of champagne the bartender had been serving them, though. Rosalia slipped her arm between his again, following him outside. While he hummed, she shivered; the chill of the night finally penetrated the forcefield of warmth, whiskey and champagne had wrapped her in. “Until it get’s cold enough to start frosting off limbs,” she laughed walking a bit closer to him. “No, it is beautiful, and while my body is made for summertime exposure, I do love the dramatics of a fall wardrobe.” She smiled up at him, offering him the bottle of champagne after taking a drink. “Want some? In the name of staying warm…” she joked. 

He admired that she didn’t seem to care about anything. It was something he had always wished he could do. Looking at her, he realized she literally had nothing on and that perhaps a walk outside was not the best idea. He stopped and pulled from her touch to begin to removing his tuxedo jacket. He stepped close to her, his middle almost touching hers as he lifted the jacket around her and pulled it onto her shoulders. Her small frame in his coat was one of the most adorable sights he had ever seen. He pulled the front of it together, wanting to immediately begin trapping the heat in for her. His eyes met hers and he smiled, still there almost chest to chest with her. “There you are, Love. No losing extremities tonight.” 

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anunholyred:

“So do I, but like most ‘good’ things, I like more than one.” On queue, she put her empty glass down, notifying the bartender she was ready for another. 

She scrunched her nose up at the word practical. “Ya, and I am anything but practical. But like I said, Papa is happy.” Rosalia reached her hand out, “nice to meet you, Alex,” a silky tone wrapped around his name - or the shortened version of it. 

After one more drink and more small talk, Alexander decided it best for them to walk around a bit. Mostly to keep them from getting too drunk. He knew he felt a little something but it wasn’t much. He offered his arm to her again once they had walked clear of the crowd and out of the building. “Mmm.” He hummed as the cool air hit his face. “I love the way autumn feels here in America.” He turned to Rose and grinned. 

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A Familiar Face || Mary/Alexander (Frederick)

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stillxbloodyxmary:

She was baffled. Slightly shocked, she allowed him to take the grocery bag from her arms, secretly wishing he wouldn’t accidentally pry into it. Clearly, she hadn’t evolved much from her teenage diet - she still had wine, only more expensive, and didn’t waste time on cooking. Actually, she never did learn how to cook, surviving on fast food for most of her lazy days.

“Guess you turned the tables now and you’re me stalker. I live in Waverly Place, weirdo.” Still a bit confused, the brunette slowly started moving down the street. Their street. That sounded insane. “I just bought a flat there a few months back. Fancy, innit?” She joked. “But I’ve been living ‘ere for about the last three years, I guess.” While walking, she turned quiet for a little while. She couldn’t quite believe what was happening. It sounded surreal that, of all people, she was neighbours with him.“Thanks for automatically assuming I’m a weak damsel in distress and can’t carry my own grocery, by the way. Such a bloody prince you are, Freddie.” Once again, she playfully pushed him, now with her shoulder. Maybe it was her own way of being close to him without getting all mellow and vulnerable.

“Stalker is just a bit more intense of a word I’d use. Perhaps, adoring fan would work better. I’ve only just arrived. Managed to stay out of the press long enough to have secured my alter-ego. Even my school records have my name changed for security purposes. Mother did not wish me to come, however I believe that if Eugenie was able to live here for studies, then why not I.” He loved everything about the woman beside him. It made him feel so much better that she was there. Despite their past-- none of it mattered at that moment. 

“I have never once assumed anything of you, Love.” His voice softening to assure her of just how important it was for her to hear those words and know he meant it. He almost dropped the bag, but managed to hold on-- refusing to shove back. She was not one of his mates that he could knock around. But he laughed enthusiastically and said, “Oh, don’t you go knocking me around, if Mother has sent spies, they will surely come out and find you.” The joke was that he was the youngest so his mother, Sarah, most certainly over protected him-- especially from the ladies. 

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audreylia-michalski:

“I also accept quirky on some occasions. Usually with my clothing. I prefer to have brighter colors. You caught me on a calm day,” she smiled as she looked over at him, rubbing her lips. “Trust me. It took a long time. Mentally and physically. A lot of therapies and everything.” Audrey thought for a moment as she shrugged. “Maybe moving here will do that for you. I lived in Pittsburgh to Chicago and here. I move to get rid of the memories and they keep coming back.” She played with her hands as she looked at the ground, smiling as he answered. “Good. Let’s go to Strawberry Fields.”

“I would love to see such a thing-- the bright colours and all.” He chuckled lightly. “I believe it is a tradition for that of my family to wear pastels to garden parties, but still I stick to neutrals and cooler colours personally.” He listened to her well thought out words, but could also hear the hurt. “I’m sorry you’ve been through so much. I can’t imagine what has brought you to this moment in being so wise.” After all, he was a sheltered Prince, only exposed to that of the finest things. But that didn’t mean he didn’t empathise. 

“Pardon, but is it actually a field of strawberries? First of all, that seems terribly out of season. And second, I am deathly allergic to the berry.” 

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@audreylia: Wine, Penny cuddles and Ghost Adventures. #offnight

@alexanderrupert: What a wonderful night it is.

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@alexanderrupert: I do apologise for not making it by just yet. I will come to see you when you have settled.

@madisonkamilla: Take your time! We will be here for some time. The twins are here for a few weeks.

@alexanderrupert: Oh Brilliant. I will come by this then.

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audreylia-michalski:

“I rarely use it unless I make too much food for myself. I sometimes forget it’s just me and make a ton of food, then I have way too much for a while.” She pushed her lips tot he side as she thought for a moment about what he said. “I don’t really like the word different anymore. I just prefer to be unique. That word never made me upset at night.” A smiled formed as she shrugged to the quote. “My problem was, I didn’t have a home for a long time after. I finally feel like I’m at home and where I should be. It took a few years, but I’m able to be myself and be happy again.” She smiled as she tightened her jacket around her, looking around. “Want to go to another section?”

“Unique.” He repeated. “I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.” He tilted his head to look at her. He matched her steps. She seemed so self aware. “I yearn to be of such sound body and mind. I simply feel like I’m always searching. I wish to be content.” He looked forward, not looking at anything in particular. “I believe it will happen one day, but I know that right now is a growing period.”

“I would love to.”

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stevie-crawford:

“I don’t really blame you the service does suck here.”

Know of anywhere better?

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A Familiar Face || Mary/Alexander (Frederick)

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stillxbloodyxmary:

“No one calls you Freddie anywhere, darling,” she retorted straightaway, chuckling lightly with her small joke. “Except your clingy aunts. I really think they’d marry you if they could.” Her doe eyes rolled back in disgust as she thought about his family - how they would speak so properly and glare her from head to toe whenever she showed up anywhere near them or Frederick. All of his family made her quite uncomfortable. But then again, her own adoptive parents made her uncomfortable, so how couldn’t other families? She was always proudly the black sheep.

Squinting her eyes, the Yorkie chuckled once more, finding everything her friend said quite absurd. “You’re James Bond, yeah? Fake identity, living a different life, badass without no need for security…” The brunette pushed him lightly, teasing. “Sexy, love, very sexy.” Until, seconds later, when he put on a childish, amused smile, she realised that Frederick wasn’t joking. “Wha… Stop pissing about - you’re for real?!”

Immediately, her voice lowered. Mary simply froze when he reached for her hair. They see each other once in, what? Three years? And when he shows up, her heart manages to skip a beat, just like when she was seventeen. But he was still a prince. He was still royalty, and she would always be the troubled celebrity nobody wanted him to be around. “It’s, amn…” She licked her lips, focusing on thinking straight. He had extremely blue eyes. Had they always been that crystal blue? Her fingers touched his hand, taking it into hers, keeping it close to her face. Until, for whatever reason, she noticed half of his grocery shopping was scattered around their feet, on the floor. “Freddie babe, you’re leaking.” She had to. She had to make a joke, to spoil the moment and run from it. Because she couldn’t even handle the memory of what they shared. Not when the chances of feeling turned down were 9 out of 10. She crouched, leaving her own bag on the floor and starting to pick his groceries and put in her own bag, since his was torn. “Where you living? I can leave your stuff there. And be a wee of a stalker and straightaway learn where’s your flat and all.”

“I most certainly am ‘for real’!” He laughed with her, finding her accent and words to be refreshing. Everything that she was reminded him of home and just how much history they had. He knew that many had wished him not to be friends with her.. but none could convince him to sever the ties. In his mind, she would always be the one that got away. But it was more his fault than anything. Sometimes you can’t save everyone… and she seemed to have been going through so much that he might not have been able to get through to her anyway. Everyone has their own stages of growing.. besides she was married the last that he had known and there was no room for him in that.

“I only live down the road. Waverly, I believe that is the neighborhood. What about you? Are you only just visiting?” His questions came fast. Thankful for her to have appeared to him in his time of need. How he had made it to the corner of the street, only to have his bag rip, was beyond him. He took her bag from her, now that it was heavier with his groceries in there as well.