“ok, so let me get this straight, you don’t want to do body shots with me? rude,” she said with an elated giggle. natalia had just started to get to know stefan, but she could tell he was going to be an important person in her life. “i guess getting our nails done could be fun. i have a really good salon by my place that you would love. they are ultra expensive, but you’ll never have better nails. it’ll be my treat. sound good?”
the male couldn’t help but playfully roll his eyes. he didn’t want to drink because he’s already had enough alcohol this week and in the end? all of that turns to sugar in your system. still, he couldn’t exactly say that, so he settled on something else instead, “on the weekend, i swear! i’m just looking out for you. can you imagine how many pervs here want to see you shirtless? just look at those grandpas over there.” he not so discreetly points to two sixty something year olds who were practically eye raping them, but quickly turned their gaze when they found them staring. gross. he’s smiling before she’s even finished, clapping his hands excitedly. “okay, i’ll totally let you have this one, but we have to talk shit otherwise no deal. and.... you have to let me treat you to this vegan frozen yogurt place i found.... honestly to die for, and most of their stuff is dietary. it’s so good.” it sounded terrible, but he swears, it’s actually amazing. most people were hesitant to try vegan places, but he hoped she wasn’t.
axel didn’t usually like drinking in the middle of the day, but his book deadline had him extremely stressed. he knew that no amount of jack daniel’s would make him write faster, but it definitely made him forget for a little while. as he finished his third drink, he found himself feeling much more social and excitable, listening intently as alexei spoke. “sorry about your car battery, but rude subway people are a dime a dozen in new york. i don’t know if it’s something i’ll ever get used to.” he said with a chuckle. “although your story is pretty sad, there could be a happy ending to all of this. let’s play some games. i’m a fucking monster at skee-ball!”
he chuckles at the other’s comment about people from new york, honestly agreeing even though he’s lived here since he was ten, almost eleven. “right? so much sarcasm and sass and for what? i don’t know why some people here are so rude.” he replied, happy to see a familiar face he could play dumb arcade games with. playing games while drunk sounded really fun, especially with company. “let’s fucking go dude!” alexei exclaimed, far too excited for his own good. he had to turn it down at least ten notches, but he didn’t care at the moment. all he cared about was beating axel at whatever game it was they would play first. “okay, so after skee-ball, we should play doodlejump. that’s one of my favorites!”
hayden couldn’t help himself – he was definitely a people pleaser when it came to sleeping with someone. nothing satisfied him more than knowing the other person was having a good time, knowing that they were enjoying themselves because of him. he felt like natalia was out of his league because obviously, he wasn’t rich like her, he wasn’t even close to being as glamorous and he most definitely wasn’t an influencer, barely having any social media to begin with ( with the exception of instagram ). he’s so high, he doesn’t even remember how they got here, but he’s certainly not complaining, because there’s definitely a connection of some sort, a slightly unusual yet amazing feeling she brings out of him that he can’t quite pinpoint, but he likes it. being the people pleaser he is when it came to these situations, he can’t help but groan against her, loving how wet and worked up she was getting because of him, which just encouraged him to slow down a little, before he began licking her faster, determined to stimulate her as he felt himself getting stimulated as well. of course he wanted to have sex with her, but he was more about making sure she felt good even though he was hardening against his jeans at the heavenly sounds she was making. still, he didn’t mind not getting off, as getting her off was satisfying enough for him. she looks so good above him, he starts gripping her thighs harder, getting rougher than when he had started, positive he might leave bruises of some sort, but she seems to like it even more. when she says she’s about to cum, he pulls away from her for a moment. “yeah?” he asks, kissing her clit. “cum for me baby.” with that, he goes back down on her, her hand on his hair urging him to keep going driving him absolutely crazy as he moans against her once more, how dripping we she is sending him over the edge because he’s doing that to her – it’s all him, she’s so wet and it’s all thanks to him. after not even a whole minute, he knows she’s cumming for him as she starts getting sloppier, shaking a little more, her moans getting impossibly louder, so much, he’s sure everyone can hear them, but that thought alone turns him on in ways he can’t put into words. he pulls off from her, wiping his face as he smirks back at the female. “have i told you you taste really good?” he questions, coming closer to her and shooting her an award winning smirk. “you have me so hard and we haven’t even done much.” at least, he hasn’t been touched, but he’s incredibly turned on at the turn of events that occurred tonight, he can’t complain. his dark eyes glance down at her lips, “you want me to fuck you?” he asks, one of his fingers touching her core. “tell me how bad you want it.”
“Well, I won’t ever say no to getting my nails done,” Astrid remarks, offering the boy a sweet and sincere smile. She was never one to be above pampering herself, finding it to be one of the best forms of self care in her opinion. Some might think it was stupid to get those things done but it was just the smallest acts that brought her joy. “One of my nails actually just chipped, so I am in desperate need for a fill in. But, I was thinking of maybe just changing my colors all together. I’m in the mood for something that screams ‘spring time’. We could maybe get something matching? What do you think?”
stefan beamed at the other excitedly. “that’s the spirit!” he loved it when other people were all about treating themselves. stefan is practically obsessed with the way he looks, so everything had to be perfect or close to perfect for him. therefor, his nails even growing out the slightest bit called for a touch up. “funny you mention that,” he instantly pulls out his phone to show her a few designs he had in mind, “i was on pinterest looking at some summer and spring designs. what do you think of this one?” he shows her the screenshot he had saved, having a lot more to show her in case she didn’t like it. “i saved quite a few because i’m that bitch, but yes, i’d totally love something matching! honestly, there’s so many cute designs, it’s hard to pick.”
kylan normally got high in the middle of the day as he enjoyed saving the drinking for the evening hours, but today he was more bored than usual. he had arrived to the one of the arcade bars in the city, and he always wondered why he didn’t frequent these places more often whenever he visited. when he initially arrived he hadn’t seen anyone familiar to him, but after a couple of shots, he wasn’t entirely focused on his surroundings. instead he was more focused on getting more buzzed so he could happily be drunk and game away. what kylan didn’t know was that on the other side of the husky man next to him sat someone who he had been secretly hoping to run into, someone who had unintentionally hurt his feelings, alexei. it wasn’t until the guy in the middle left that kylan turned to see who was sitting next to him now, despite wanting to say something, he remains quiet as the other speaks. he was so fucking cute and kylan hated how cute he found him to be. especially when he was trying to be upset with him. when he see’s the other look over, pulling out the bag of coins, kylan chuckles, “so you ignore me, but you’re cool with gaming with me? mmm. not sure that’s something i can do right now. not until, well, i dunno. are you okay? did i do something wrong?” if he hadn’t been drinking he would’ve probably held his tongue a little longer, but he couldn’t help himself.
the last thing alexei was expecting was to find kylan here. he was drunk, so he didn’t even notice that the guy beside him got up and left mid rant ( not that he can blame him ), however, he had no idea the guy beside the guy he had been next to was kylan, of all fucking people. alexei had been avoiding him heavy because what happened between them really confused him, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it, which is why he ghosted, like the scared little bitch he is. honestly, he didn’t meant to hurt his feelings, he was just trying to figure out his own, and he was insanely unsure of everything at this point. if he was sober, he would probably make an excuse to leave out of how nervous he would be, but drunk him was loose on the lips. “yes,” he responded to his question, before saying, “no?” god, even with that many drinks, this is still so hard. eventually, he looks at the bar counter, having to turn away from him. “i don’t know.” and that was the honest truth, but he still had to elaborate. this time, he turns back to look at him, feeling like he at least owed him that after running away with no explanation. “can i be honest?” he taps his fingers against the counter. “i’ve never... i’ve never done anything before. with a guy. i....” he pauses to run a hand past his hair, “it just really surprised me. i didn’t know what to do, but i didn’t meant to hurt your feelings. i’m sorry. i’m just... i’m not gay or anything.” no, but he’s definitely bi. “but then you kissed me and i didn’t hate it, and i don’t know why i didn’t hate it when i should have. i already don’t know what i’m doing with my life and now i don’t know what i’m doing with my life times a hundred because you’re confusing me with your stupid, stupid face and your dumb voice and your idiotic jawline and god, i actually hate you.” but... he didn’t, and he literally had to dig his face into his hands to hide how hard he was blushing, but it was so bad, he could even feel his ears turning red, knowing for sure the other could tell. finally, he removes his hands from his face and looks at him, his face still bright red but his expression going soft. “are you mad at me?” he asks, green eyes practically gleaming at him. “do you... do you not wanna play with me then?”
alexei wasn’t one to get drunk in the middle of the day, but in his defense, it was the weekend and he was so sick of that stupid gossip blog and their shit. he needed an escape, so before he knew it, he found himself ordering a margarita. that turned into four, and before he was fully aware of it, he was gone. “sooo like, my cars battery is busted, right?” he starts, taking another sip from his drink before continuing his story, as if the person even cares. “so i decided to take the subway, and,” he pauses to hiccup, “the lady was super rude! but hear this, the change she gave me? literal arcade coins. i have no idea how i didn’t notice until i got home but,” he sets the bag filled with arcade coins on top of the counter in front of them, “point is, i now have a bunch of arcade coins and i’m not too sure what to do with that. maybe this calls for free games? you wanna play with me?”
stefan raised a neat brow at them, crossing his arms across his chest like the skeptical little bitch he is. “i don’t know, are you sure about this?” he questions, trying to remain neutral but second guessing the entire thing. that was his life basically – overthinking everything, even though it wasn’t even a big deal. “doesn’t seem like such a good idea to me. what if you go with me to get my nails done instead?” he questions, obviously trying to bring the subject back to himself, ever the narcissist, really. he looks at his nails, which don’t even look bad, but he thinks they could be better. “i mean, my cuticles are just not it right now. what do you say?” he flashes them an award winning smile.
here goes absolutely nothing. “you wanna do something fun?” emilio asks to the poor bystander, quirking one of his brows. he doesn’t even let them answer before he’s continuing. “so i met this rich out of state couple and they’re hosting a karaoke event. the winner gets two hundred dollars. there’s drinks, food… typical rich people with too much money on their hands. anyways, i’m determined to win. the only problem is you can’t enter by yourself so i’d need someone else… are you in?” god, please say yes. “please? i even bought feather boas, look!” he reaches into his leather satchel and pulls out one of the two he had, wrapping the rainbow colored one on his neck like the fabulous gay he is. “okay, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but it would be rad if you were on board with this.” he’s talking about the feather boas and them being karaoke partners, obviously.
maybe it was a bad idea not to wear a jacket today. really, when hayden had first left, it wasn’t that cold. now, as it gets darker and darker, he can feel the cool new york breeze become stronger with each passing moment, causing him to shiver lightly. what he really needed was a smoke. a joint sat tucked behind his ear as hayden digs around the pockets of his ripped black jeans for his tye dye lighter, with no luck. that’s when he remembers – shit, i left that in another pair of jeans. unprepared as ever, he has something to smoke but no lighter, how could this be? he curses under his breath, his main priority suddenly being finding something to light up with. “hey. you’d really be my night in shining armor right now if you said yes, but…. do you have a lighter?”
( federico cesari, he/him, cis male ) careful, emilio gatti has arrived to the city of dreams!! they look twenty three years old and word on the street is they are from pensacola, florida and currently reside in inwood. they are currently living life in the city as a budtender at newleaf & psychology student. some people say they are flighty, but i think they are determined. welcome to the city of dreams, emilio! we hope you enjoy your stay!
tws for homophobia, abuse, self harm, mental illness, injuries, inappropriate underage relationships and possibly more, proceed with caution!
basic stats ;
full name: emilio alessandro gatti
nicknames: just goes by emilio, his sister will jokingly call him emi
gender: cis male
height: 5 ′ 9
age: 23
birthday / zodiac: november 5, 1998, scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, leo rising
right handed or left handed: ambidextrous
eye color: brown
hair color: auburn
piercings and tattoos: left ear pierced, a small broken heart tattoo on his ankle ( matching tattoo with his sister )
sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic
place of birth: rome, italy
hometown: pensacola, florida
languages spoken: italian ( native tongue ), conversational spanish and english
three things he likes: any tiramisu dessert, meeting a fellow italian, elton john
three things he dislikes: people making fun of his hair color/freckles ( basically any and all redhead jokes ), waking up early, anyone making him feel small
five aesthetics: barely noticeable freckles until you come close enough, bunny teeth, accidentally sleeping through your alarm, cake batter milkshakes, a worn out jean jacket he can’t seem to throw away
last four songs listened to: haunted by taylor swift, bennie and the jets by elton john, from afar by vance joy, destri by gazzelle
background story ;
emilio was born after his sister, elena ( who is four years older than him ) in rome ( just call him a true roman boy at heart )
his father , who he was ( unfortunately ) named after, was what you would call a ‘functioning alcoholic’. functioning in the sense that he could drink a shit load and still show up to work as if nothing happened. besides that, his father wasn’t the nicest guy out there
in fact, he had impeccable standards for both his kids. he wanted his daughter to always look her best, as he stated that a girl is only as good as she looks, basically claiming that’s all elena had going for her – the fact that she was a pretty redhead, discarding her intelligence and personal feelings about his thoughts
for emilio, it was all about being the man of the house. he wanted him to play soccer ( or calcio in italian ), he wanted him to be completely detached from his feelings as he always stated that ‘men don’t cry’, he wanted him to be the biggest womanizer out there, basically? toxic masculinity at it’s finest. gross, close minded thoughts and principals that he forced his kids to follow
his mother, yolanda, was the sweetest person ever. so sweet, she kind of let her husband walk all over her out of fear of upsetting him. she didn’t agree with any of his ideas, but she was too meek, too soft spoken, to actually speak up about it. at the time, no one knew it was actually because she was really depressed
emilio wanted to please his father. he doesn’t know why considering he’s a drunk asshole, but he just really wanted his approval. he wanted him to be proud of him, so, he tried doing all the things he knew would make him happy. he joined the soccer team when he was six, he tried his hardest to hang out with the guys and get into as many sports as possible, he would discreetly point to girls when he was out with his father and claim ‘she’s really pretty’, even though honestly? all of these things made emilio very unhappy
he hated sports of any kind, he didn’t know why , but he felt no attraction to girls ( at the time of course, he didn’t know it was because he’s gay gay GAY ), he thought boys his age were immature and he had no interest to play with toys that were aimed for boys. the only time emilio felt like he could be himself was around his older sister
when no one was around, they would play with her dolls, she would jokingly put lipstick on him, and they would even model around the house wearing his mother’s jewelry. these were times where emilio genuinely felt happy and free, but as soon as his father would come home, it was back to doing things he didn’t like, but pretended to
and with his father’s ideas, he felt backwards. he didn’t understand why he couldn’t just be ‘normal’ ( his exact thoughts ) and actually like all the things his father wanted him to like. he felt like there was something seriously wrong with him for liking things that were aimed for girls because of all the bullshit ideas his father would put in his head. there were days where he desperately wanted to cry because he hated being the way he was, feeling the way he did, even though he wasn’t aware of his sexuality but he just knew that he was…. different , and he hated it
and then one day, the day before his ninth birthday, his parents are out and his sister is in her room. emilio starts wandering through his parents room, looking for a radio he knew they had stored somewhere in there. instead, he finds a large box filled with his mother’s make up, wigs, accessories, and all the nice things she uses to go out. really , he doesn’t know what comes over him, but he finds himself taking the box towards his parents’ bathroom and using the things that are in there
he starts by putting on his mother’s dress, then one of his favorite wigs that she owns, then he puts on a few accessories, and finally, he starts putting on her make up. her eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, the whole look, and once he’s done, emilio stands there, looking at himself in the mirror, and like the times where he genuinely smiles when it’s just him and his sister, he starts to genuinely smile while looking at himself. he felt alive, he thought he looked so, so pretty, but that moment of pure happiness doesn’t last too long
he doesn’t hear the front door unlock at all. the only thing he manages to see is the bathroom door swing open, his father standing there behind him, a look of horror and disgust on his face when he see’s what his son has done
! tws for abuse, homophobia, passing out, injuries and hospitals for the next 2 bullets, please skip over this if such things trigger you or proceed with caution ! the next few minutes seem to happen in slow motion for emilio. he starts stuttering out apologies, but before he can fully explain himself, he feels several punches being thrown his way. the last thing he remembers is hearing his mother and sister screaming at his father to stop, before the room turns completely black
the next day, emilio wakes up in the hospital. his injuries are bad, but what hurts the most is when he breathes. turns out, his father had fractured three of his ribs in the process of hitting him. the first person he see’s is his sister, and he can feel her holding his hand incredibly tight and he can clearly see the tears in her eyes. his mother is beside her, with the same expression on her face, but his father is nowhere to be found. right at that moment though, he walks through the door and asks for a moment alone with his son. emilio, terrified of what he would do, tries his best not to shake. the only thing his father does then is run his hands past his sons hair in the least comforting way possible. after that, he says ‘i’m sorry for doing that to you, but what do you expect me to do when you pull gay ass shit like that? no son of mines is gonna turn out that way’. to wrap up a sad story, they tell the hospital staff that his injuries are from kids at school rather than the truth, and emilio? spends his ninth birthday in the emergency room crying ( literally ) ! end of tws !
after that, emilio makes sure to hide every bit of who he is, even when only his sister is around. the only good thing about being injured was that he could get out of soccer practice and he missed a few days of school, but besides that, the atmosphere at the gatti household has never been more tense
around this time is when his father gets a job promotion in pensacola, florida. despite being an abusive alcoholic, he’s always taken his job very seriously. without much question, his family moves half way across the world
emilio is actually excited about this move because he thinks that this can be a huge chance to reinvent himself. maybe in a whole other continent, he can be a different person. maybe all the thoughts that his father so openly disagrees with could disappear here in america ( you can’t ungay yourself emilio but ok ), little does he know, it’s a lot easier said than done
for starters, he struggles a lot with the language. he’s only spoken italian all his life, so learning english is very difficult for him. on top of that, the thoughts he so desperately wants to get rid of only seem to get stronger in here. everything is so different and he finds himself so lost, it makes him depressed, because on top of not speaking the language, the older he gets, the more he starts realizing that his feelings aren’t going away
the move to america only seems to make his father’s attitude even worse as well, and he starts drinking even more, becomes even more verbally abusive, up to the point where emilio feels like he can’t even breathe around him. he knows that with one wrong move, that verbal abuse could turn physical real quick, so he does everything he can to get on his good side
thankfully, his mother becomes fed up with his father’s shit after a while, and after much convincing from his sister, they leave him like the scum he is, yolanda taking her two children and moving to inwood in new york, far away from him
for a while, things seem to look up for them . emilio finds himself understanding more and more english each day, actually making a decent amount of friends thanks to his spunky and out going attitude, his father is no longer around, which of course, is a huge plus, his grades are better than they were before, it all seems to be working out for them, of course, until it isn’t
fast forward a few months and his mother meets a man she soon marries after three months of knowing him. there were some upsides to this, as larry was nothing at all like his father, and thanks to him, his family manages to gain american citizenship, but…. his mother becomes very, very attached to him. emilio is skeptical about larry, but all he knows is that he makes his mother happy and that’s really all he cares about
this dream bubble doesn’t last long because one day, when they come home, larry’s things are gone. surprisingly? his mother smiles and claims it’s all okay, that’s she’s perfectly fine with him leaving, but later that night, it’s obvious that she’s most definitely not okay
! tws for self harm, mental illness and blood, please skip over this if such things trigger you or proceed with caution ! emilio is in the living room doing some homework and listening to music in low volume when he hears something fall to the ground from the kitchen. curiously of course, he walks over there to find his mother sitting on the kitchen floor, her wrists gushing with blood, and she’s shaking and crying. his stomach falls instantly and he screams for his sister. obviously, they call 911. unfortunately, his mother needs to be held for evaluation for a minimum of three days. even more unfortunately, three days turn into a week once she’s evaluated and they realize she is most definitely still not okay. emilio and elena are told their mother is depressed, and apparently has been depressed for a very long time – her husband leaving her just happened to be her breaking point, as she thinks it’s karma for leaving her husband, the father of her kids ( even though he was an awful person, but yolanda is convinced this is the reason larry left ) ! end of tws !
thankfully, she’s released after exactly a week and three days, but emilio still has the traumatic memory of seeing his mother that way. even though she appears to be a lot better mentally , he suddenly feels like it’s him and his sister’s job to take care of her , even though he’s struggling with his own issues ( school, his sexuality, etc ) . at the time, he was fifteen, and his sister was nineteen
after so many ‘days off’ from work , the gatti’s fall behind on rent , which forces his sister to get a second job to help make ends meet. emilio gets a part time job after school to help as well, so on top of the trauma he holds, both from his mother and his father, he also has to worry about being kicked out of their home
it’s a silly part time job at a bakery just a few blocks away from his house. emilio isn’t expecting much of it, basically just getting the job to help his family, but there, he meets… a guy
he’s sixteen, a year older than him, and remember those feelings emilio keeps trying so hard to push back? well, they just come pouring out of him, because he develops such a huge crush on this guy, even though he deeply denies it at first. surprisingly? this guy becomes his first ever boyfriend. literally cute, pure, high school love
despite his father not being in the picture anymore, emilio doesn’t feel like it’s his time to come out. his father’s words, unfortunately, have been practically welded into his brain, convincing him that being gay is wrong, but at this point, he’s no longer in denial. he knows he’s gay, he just doesn’t want everyone else to know ( at least not now, with all his problems going on at home )
the next year consists of attending visits to the psychiatrist and psychologist with his mother, helping make ends meet not just for rent, but for his mother’s medication, and juggling school as well. the first person emilio comes out to is his sister, when he’s sixteen, and her literal response? ‘i know, silly’. afterwards, he comes out to his mother, and thankfully, they’re both very accepting, even though he himself is still struggling with who he is, but he starts learning to accept himself more and more each day
emilio really finds himself in high school. not just with his sexuality , but his personality develops a lot more. he realizes he can be a huge brat when he doesn’t get his way, as he hates hearing the words no. starts experimenting with narcotics and alcohol , though he really only sticks to basic stuff like weed and cigarettes ( actually left traumatized with alcohol after his father , though he will have a drink every once in a while ). basically just coming of age things. maybe things are kind of okay now ( as okay as it could be for the gatti’s, at least ), but of course, do things ever really stay okay forever when it comes to this family? not quite
! tws for brief mentions of inappropriate underage relationships ( student/teacher ), grooming implication, bullying and slut shaming for the next three bullets, please skip over this if such things trigger you or proceed with caution ! finally , his senior year of high school. emilio feels like he’s changed so much. came out of the closet, gained a lot more confidence, really, really found himself. the last thing emilio is expecting is to have a thing with his history teacher of all people. a man who is married to a woman but claims to be ‘straight just curious’. the teacher is thirty seven and emilio is almost eighteen, which makes it super obvious the teacher is just using him for his own pleasure, and emilio? he lets himself get used, honest to god knowing it was super wrong, and knowing he was being taken advantage of and groomed, but he couldn’t see farther ahead
call it daddy issues? his unspoken traumas? the fact that he’s kind of a hoe? but emilio doesn’t care enough to stop until things start to actually get scandalous, despite not even feeling attracted to the guy – he just liked the attention
to this day, emilio has no idea how the news came to light. one day, he just walks into school and he can see and hear people whispering about him, pointing at him, clearly gossiping about him. he gets to his locker and the first thing he notices is the word ‘slut’ written in red spray paint. as if that isn’t bad enough, the second he opens the thing, at least a hundred condoms fall to the ground, along with another hundred pictures of said history teacher. needles to say, it becomes a huge scandal. the teacher gets fired and arrested and emilio is asked if he wants to press charges and, unfortunately for him, even though he refuses to press any type of charges, he still has to give a statement of everything that happened between them ( just imagine how uncomfortable this is for him ). emilio is slut shammed and bullied so bad, he’s forced to finish the rest of his senior year at night school ( yikes ) ! ends of tws !
after high school, his life has been kind of ‘normal’ you could say. he took a gap year then got his aa at 22, and is currently going to school for psychology as he really wants to be a psychologist to genuinely help people like his mother. he’s taking care of her and his sister moved to back to italy, and, despite having a decent amount of savings to get his own place, emilio doesn’t have it in him to leave his mother, kind of afraid that she might do something crazy. he takes care of her
he works at newleaf and goes to school as well, trying to get his shit together after what a shit show most of his school years have been
he’s actually a very ambitious person. like, very, very ambitious. when he wants something, he sets his mind to it and gets it, whether it be a guy, an expensive shirt he saw and really liked, whatever the case is, what he wants, he gets. very, very determined guy, definitely, for sure getting the fuck out of inwood eventually if you know what i mean
he can be very surprising, as he shows one face to everyone but has a completely different one when he’s around people he trusts. you never really know what to expect with him
he plays piano! a habit him and his sister picked up from their grandfather when they were younger. he’s actually very, very good, but very few people, if not no one, knows he has this hobby. very big hidden talent, but he likes it that way, as he plays because he wants to feel moved in someway, not because he wants everyone to know he plays
he loves attention and validation, maybe because he never received any growing up. literally tell him he’s pretty and buy him so gelato
huge flirt. sometimes he won’t even notice he’s flirting, it’ll just come naturally and he’ll be like woops vjkdnvjdfn
kind of a stubborn brat. it’s his way or the highway
he has the tiniest, most unnoticeable scar his on his upper left cheek that his father gave to him on that day that shall not be named. tells people his dog did that to him despite the fact that he’s never even had a pet fish before, let alone a dog
he’s low key insecure about his teeth but you’d never guess it . his top two front teeth are bunny like so it’s always been a secret insecurity of his
he has a cigarette habit? it’s gotten a lot less intense since high school , but it’s still there. just call him a typical italian kjndfvcfjfd
i’m gonna end this here because it’s already pretty long, but below is his birthchart, please hmu for plots!
there was something special about alexei. god, kylan just couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but the other drew him in like a moth to a light. maybe alexei was his light; perhaps that’s why kylan couldn’t get him out of his head since their encounter at the tattoo shop. the other was joking, but he had it right; kylan certainly was mesmerized by him in every way imaginable. “mmm. it’s your eyes, your kind of gentle touch even when you’re shitfaced, and, uh,” the tip of his tongue runs along his bottom lip, giving the other a crooked smile, “your lips. all very mesmerizing traits if you ask me.” he didn’t even care that he was being so forward with alexei, partially due to being under the influence, really kylan would’ve probably been flirting with him just as heavy if they were sober right now anyway. and when he reached out to gently push the loose strand away from alexei’s handsome face, it was hard for him not to slip his hand underneath the other’s chin and pull him into a tender kiss. instead, he distracted himself with the drink. “what?!” he laughs, grinning at the other, “i just know how to swallow things very well. don’t worry, i don’t mind giving you lessons on swallowing. plus more excuses to get drunk with you, hm?” he reaches out to take alexei’s hand, gently pulling him towards the dance floor. very carefully, he maneuvered them towards the center, wanting to be right in the middle of everyone, a way to keep them visible and invisible to everyone all at the same time. the moment he could, kylan didn’t hesitate to pull the other closer; he let his hands rest on the other’s hips. the song that came on as the previous one finished was one of kylan’s favorite and a perfect excuse to pull alexei closer, his body instantly moving to the rhythm. "so, uh,” he clears his throat a little, another crooked grin appearing on his lips, “tell me, are you the slightest bit mesmerized by me?"
alexei had no time to genuinely react to what the other was saying, as his words completely caught him off guard and he was drunk, plus, he was being pulled onto the dance floor before he could really do or say anything about it. he was almost positive kylan was messing around with him, some friendly banter if you must, because surely, he couldn’t be serious. admittedly, alexei has never been hit on by a guy, so he didn’t fully believe that’s what kylan was doing right now – hitting on him. “my touch is so not gentle.” is all he can think to reply, which is a pretty big lie. despite his ‘rock on’ appearance, constantly wearing black no matter what the occasion was, well, alexei was definitely kind of soft, especially with the way he showed affection. the way he presented himself to everyone was highly misleading. he laughs as they’re now on the dance floor, in the middle of everyone, all to try and mask the continuous blushing of his cheeks. why was he getting like this anyways? they were just friends. that’s all they were – friends. “jesus, you’re so full of shit, you know that?” despite his words, he starts smiling, a clear indication that he was messing with the other, mostly teasing him, without even realizing that’s what he was doing either. “i swallow just fine. in fact, i’m sure i swallow better than you. just call me the king of swallowing.” the worst part? alexei doesn’t understand that kylan means this in a completely other way, definitely too drunk to realize he was making a dirty reference. if anything, he thought he had won there, and was fully unaware of how much dirtier he had made everything. he felt himself being pulled closer, but honest to god, he was too lost in kylan’s gaze to really open his eyes and see what they were doing, and how this might look from an outsiders point of view. it was like all his thoughts suddenly vanished, and all he could do was focus on the other. “well....” he trails off, suddenly at a loss for words at how good the light was hitting him, “i think you have really nice... hair.” really alexei? that’s what you say? jesus. “and you know,” he shrugs casually, trying to ignore how quickly his heart started racing, “i guess some people might say you have nice cheekbones.” really, everything about kylan was nice looking, aesthetically pleasing, and downright beautiful, but alexei was just having a difficult time trying to put together what all of that meant.
it was no secret hayden was an absolute sucker for anything even remotely aesthetic, especially when that ‘anything’ was a beautiful woman who happened to be just as into him as he was into her. he thought he had perfect control of the situation, but the moment she moaned lightly against his lips, he knew one thing for sure – she had a hold on him, as he instantly became putty in her hand, now dominating the kiss and biting onto her bottom lip when he pulled off, dark eyes growing impossibly darker once they pulled away, a lust filled expression spreading across his features. “oh, do you?” he questions, voice lower than before as he groaned the slightest bit at the feeling of her grinding against him for some type of friction, honestly so turned on by the fact that she was already at that state, and they’ve barely even started. he wanted some type of friction as well, but he was all about pleasuring the other person first, huge on foreplay, huge on making the other person feel good before he even got any pleasure himself. “are you wet already?” he asked, his lips attaching themselves to her neck as he started kissing her sweet spot, knowing how sensitive some girls could be there. that’s when his lips came towards her ear, pulling up her dress the slightest bit and rubbing her through her underwear teasingly. “let’s get you even more wet, then.” he finally whispered, kissing her neck once more, as he started making his way down, now finally taking off her panties completely so he could take her all in. he couldn’t help but look back up at her with a smirk, honestly nearly breathless at how stunning she was. “fuck, you’re so beautiful....” he let out, kissing her inner thigh as his fingers began teasing her clit. surely enough, she was already kind of wet, but hayden was determined to turn her into a soaked, moaning mess for him. he was already sucking hickies into her inner thighs, something to remember him by, as he continued touching her, before he finally stops and brings his lips towards her clit, kissing her there first, his strong arms grabbing her thighs to pull her legs further apart, now going down on her, his tongue running circles along her most sensitive area, going slow at first. “don’t hold back for me. i wanna hear you.” is all he says, until finally, he’s diving in, almost desperate to make her impossibly wet, loving every sound that was leaving her perfectly painted lips.
“modesty is a virtue many of the men around here don’t possess. in fact, you may be in a very small minority. it’s quite endearing,” natalia remarked with a giggle, enjoying a bit of the back and forth between the two of them. there was something about hayden that was dark, though not in anyway where she felt uncomfortable around him, but rather she wondered if someone like him could be fixed. she had been accused by a few of her friends of wanting to save every man or woman with that look in their eyes. yet, in her experience, she found that no matter how much love and care she offered, nothing really changed within them. instead, she found herself relating more to them. maybe just maybe, she was just as fucked up. “well, thank you, babe. i mean, i’m probably one leaked sex tape and a blonde dye job away from it, but i like to think a socialite with some color and less limo crotch shots would be a better influence on the youth?” she smirked, eyes unable to hold back a little gleam. although it was a little fucked up, hayden was the closest thing she had to a normal conversation all night. it was nice to be herself for once in a party full of social climbers. natalia felt her cheeks blush at his compliment, unable to stifle a flirt giggle for escaping her red glossed lips. “good answer. i did it all by myself, yeah. i was hoping a dark smoky eye and red lips would give me a succubus look for when i inevitably eat some poor man’s soul tonight.” natalia devilishly smiled at hayden, offering him a playful wink. it may have been a bit of a weird reference, but people thought she was crazy anyways, she figured she might as well go with it. there was something strangely attractive watching the man take the line so effortlessly. she couldn’t tell if it were the look in his eyes as the drugs filled his senses or experiencing a first with someone so dangerously beautiful. truthfully, it was likely a mix of everything. as the two locked eyes and hayden continued to speak with such an alluring tongue, natalia found herself filled with desire. “and you’re quite possibly the sexiest man here,” she returned the compliment, dark-saucer like eyes staring up at the much taller man. in fact, i think i’d like you to fuck me senseless. right here, right now. how’s that sound, daddy?” she teased, leaning in to press her lips to his with hunger and desperation. maybe it was the drugs, but natalia wanted to feel every inch of the man, to taste what it was like to have crazy-coked up sex with the perfect stranger.
he wasn’t expecting to have this back and forth banter with a stranger, but they seemed to oddly click in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and he liked it. aside from her being drop dead gorgeous, she didn’t seem like one of those rich airheads with nothing going for them. hayden wasn’t the smartest guy out there, yet he liked it when a girl could offer him some type of conversation, even if it was just flirting, but he was coked up and high as hell and he was enjoying listening to what she had to say. or maybe he just really enjoyed staring at her – whatever the case was, she seemed to have a magnetic personality that seemed to draw him in, making him smile without even realizing it. “well, i’m certainly not telling you how to live your life, but you don’t need to be blonde or leak anything to get anyone’s attention.” in fact, he couldn’t even picture her blonde. he’s sure she wouldn’t look bad as one, but her natural color looked so real and did wonders for her skin tone. hayden hoped that she didn’t feel the need to live the rich life stereotype, as those life styles are usually more empty than anything else. he’s never been even remotely rich, but he’s seen too much to know most of those people were insanely depressed ( not that he wasn’t, but that was besides the point ). hayden chuckles at her choice of words, honestly having never heard such a phrase, but it just intrigued him even more. “is that a normal catchphrase here in america? the more you know! but it does look really nice, and if we’re being perfectly honest, anyone would be lucky to get their soul eaten by you.... never thought i’d be saying that out loud.” he’s laughing softly, thinking even that sentence alone was unique in itself. honestly, he doesn’t think he’s met anyone quite like her before, and while he doesn’t know her too well, he knows that there’s a certain something about her that’s making him want more, making him take a step closer to her, or maybe.... it might just be the drugs. still, he can’t seem to break away from her practically electrifying gaze, feeling both of them become incredibly close, staring down at her with his usual bad boy smirk. “yeah?” he questions, tone lower than before. her next set of words are bold, but it’s enough to send him over the edge. then they’re kissing, and he finds himself taking the lead, their pace anything but slow, and then he’s lifting her up off the ground and onto the counter easily, coming in between her legs and pulling away momentarily so their noses are touching, a smirk playing on his lips. “that sounds fantastic. i’m gonna ruin you tonight, yeah? and i’m gonna love every little sound that leaves those perfect lips of yours. how does that sound, mon amour?” the french in play, of course. however, he doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s kissing her back hungrily, his hands roaming her lower back in an attempt to bring her closer to him.
Romeo grabbed his mobile phone and tried to find out when he was free. He was a free lance worker, so needed to fit in his tattoo around his career. “Any chance I can push it back to half five? I’m working and finish at half four, so it’ll give me time to get here without rushing.” Romeo grabbed a pen and a notebook, writing down his mobile number and passing it over to the other. Scribbling a little on the post-it note to get the pen working. “Can you read that? My writing’s a little messy,” he chuckled, scrunching his nose up. “But if you could do half five, I’ll take it. I dance for hen do’s and birthdays, so I’ll have to get from that person’s event and over to you,” he admitted. He was a stripper. But he called himself an entertainer. It got him more jobs.
the norwegian male nodded his head. “I can put it for six so you have more time, don’t worry.” after all, he knew how traffic in new york could be, it could take you ages go get from point a to point b. he put the appointment down on their electronic calendar so he wouldn’t forget it. alexei looked at the sheet of paper to make sure he could read the number. “yeah, it reads just fine.” he told the other, putting the paper in one of the drawers so he could also remember to call him – he would definitely lose it if he takes it with him. “i know how it can be with new york traffic sometimes, but you can always call me if you think you might run late.” he didn’t mind waiting, as long as he didn’t have any other appointments afterwards. he did this time, but it was a piercing, so he knew that would be a lot quicker than an actual tattoo.
