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misterghostfrog · 4 years ago

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[IMAGE ID; a digital drawing of Martin Blackwood carrying Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. Martin is a fat freckled white man with curly ginger hair that is shaved close at the sides. He has a pair of round framed glasses in a bright red, under the glasses he is wearing eyeliner, and a navy eyeshadow. He has black lipstick, two black snakebite piercings under his lip, and a small black nostril piercing. His ear has a large black piercing that cuffs a chain to a small black piercing higher up his ear, and one final black piercing in the middle. He has a black choker, and then a looser chain necklace with an eye ornament on it. He has a studded lather jacket on that is covered in multiple patches and pins, mostly hidden by Jon: of the visible pins there is a trans flag patch on his chest, and on his shoulder is a large dark colored patch that has A-C-A-B on it in white. Under the Jacket is a black shirt that he has partly tucked into his pants, the shirt has a large anarchy symbol drawn on it in red. Under that he is wearing jeans that are significantly ripped as far as we can see. On his right hand he has several black rings, and his nails are painted black. Jon is a skinny Jordanian man with brown eyes and shoulder-length grey-streaked dark brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail at the base of his neck. He has a beard beginning to grow that appears to be the product of forgetting to shave. He is covered in a series of small round scars that vary in exact size. He is wearing a pair of rectangle-framed glasses, a plain t-shirt, a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knee, and converse. Martin is carrying Jon bridal style in his arms, and is looking away, he is blushing, though his expression is concerned and appears to be speaking. Jon has his arms wrapped around Martins neck, his cheeks are darkened and he is staring at hte ground with an expression somewhere between fear and the face one makes when they’re having to retrace every step they’ve taken to get here. END ID]

Punk Martin but make it Jonmartin.

Also I wrote a lil thing to go along with this under the cut, its only barely edited because it was mostly for fun so be warned its a big ol mess! But its s2 jonmartin nonsense with Martin being very cool and attractive and Jon being seven layers deep in denial (Also I may have written Jon as a touch autistic because its projection hours tonight i’m too sleepy to mask and that goes for writing too babey)

(Mentions of worms, past injuries, and Jon dealing with some internalised ableism and general foolishness)

Jon forgot his cane.

It’s a relatively regular occurrence, for a multitude of reasons. For one thing it’s something of a recent addition to the list of things he needs to keep track of when he leaves the house. Another lovely parting gift from Prentiss, a worm in his left leg that went just quick enough to start burrowing into the bone before it was removed.

For another, he really has other things to worry about. And if it doesn’t hurt, it shouldn’t matter. Most days he can get by just fine without it- it hurts of course. But not so much he can’t support himself, and really, does he need it otherwise?

Martin and Tim don’t seem to agree, though Sasha has kept respectfully to herself on the whole business. Martin, of course, he trusts. Albeit only recently. But that doesn’t make him right, his priorities are warped. Naturally. He doesn’t see the bigger picture.

(or at least that’s what Jon tells himself)

Which is what leads to this moment, sitting on a bench outside the shop, single grocery bag by his feet. He’d only run out to get a few things, but somewhere between the his flat the the shop his barely visible limp had become more pronounced as his hip began to throb, then he was halfway through the frozens when he realized he wasn’t going to be able to finish the trip. After that he’d barely made it through checkout to the nearest seat before all but collapsing into it.

And now he’s sitting, stuck. An insurmountable walk from home, without his stupid cane. Which, he notes, he wouldn’t need if he’d brought in the first place. Funny how that works.

“Jon?” A familiar voice jolts him out of his thoughts. Jon jolts upright. Martin.

He knows Martin lives in the area, a side effect of his... investigations. Though he was unaware he used the same shop. He looks up, a greeting or perhaps a question on his lips that dies as soon as he actually lays eyes on Martin.

Martin is wearing a leather jacket. Not just a leather jacket of course, but that’s the first thing Jon can process. He’s wearing a studded leather jacket covered in various patches that advertise various opinions and identities that Jon doesn’t have time to think about. His jeans are about as much rip as they are Jean, and he’s got piercings- and eyeliner. he’s dressed like he should be riding a motorcycle, not the beat-up red bike he’s got beside him.

“Are you alright?” Martin says, and Jon realizes he’s been staring.

“Are you going to a costume party?” Jon blurts instead of answering. A costume party would make sense, of course. Martin doesn’t dress like this, he dresses like- like-

It occurs to him dimly that he’s never encountered Martin outside of work, at least never in a scenario that would allow him to change out of his work clothes. And some part of him has always assumed that sweaters and khakis were simply how he dressed. It suited him, really. Or Jon had assumed, but then again he assumed anything familiar is suiting.

“Wh- A- no?” Martin answers, looking vaguely offended. Jon flushes.

“I- sorry, I just- I’ve... I didn’t think you seemed the type to dress... like that...?” Jon fumbles, pathetically trying to salvage the conversation. Judging by Martins expression, he’s failing.

Martin opens his mouth to say something, and Jon realizes there’s likely no coming back from this particular mortification. He snatches the bag by his feet and moves to stand. Some excuse already tumbling out when the reason for his sit-down, which had dulled to a shockingly forgettable throb, decides to remind him of his place in the world.

He lets out a cry of pain, and crumples. Only stopped from hitting the ground by a pair of arms that wrap around his chest and under his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Jon. Are you alright- what- is it your leg? Where’s your cane-” Martin babbles, Gently replacing Jon on his bench as Jon breathes through gritted teeth.

“It’s fine- i’m fine Martin I-” he sighs, studiously avoiding Martins gaze. “My cane is at home.” He tries not to sound chastised as he says the last part- he shouldn’t have to after all. He’s still Martins boss. He shouldn’t be looking away like he’s been caught at something.

“Jon” Martin sounds exasperated, and Jon crosses his arms. Once again, nothing like someone being scolded. He’s not being scolded. He’s an adult. “How long have you been sitting here like this?”

“I...” Jon begins before trailing off, he’s not actually sure. The period between sitting on the bench and the pain dulling enough for him to think through the fog is something is a blur. He is pretty sure someone asked if he was alright at some point. His lack of answer seems to be enough for Martin though.

“Just give me a moment.” He says, stepping away from Jon over to his bike- which has fallen over onto the ground -pulling it upright and over to Jon on the bench. He pushes down the rusted kickstand with a hearty kick- and Jon briefly notes he’s wearing steel-toed boots -and sets the bike gently upright.

“Okay, so! If you sit on the bike I can push it, and you can get home and rest that leg without jostling it too much by trying to walk without your cane.” He says pointedly. Jon makes a face,

“This... this really isn’t necessary Martin- I’m perfectly capable-” He grumbles, waving a hand dismissively. But a glance at Martins expression shuts him up quick.

“Do you think you can stand?” He asks. Jon pauses, the memory of the white-hot flash of pain still fresh in his mind. He grimaces, shaking his head. Martin hums thoughtfully. “Alright, would you be alright if I picked you up? Just for a moment to get you on the bike” He asks carefully.

Jon hesitates, looking between Martin and the bike. And weighs his options. After several seconds he nods. Martin smiles, and Jon feels something in his chest flutter. Anxiety at his decision most likely. Or perhaps nerves in relation to sitting on a bike, he’s never ridden one- of course Martin will be doing all the work but surely there’s some sort of balance required isn’t there? Really he shouldn’t be riding a bike like this-

Those thoughts are all swept away at the feeling of large warm hands gently scooping him off the bench. He instinctively throws his arms around Martins neck for support as he’s lifted into the air.

He can feel Martins chest warm against his side as Martin holds him close, one hand on his shoulder and the other supporting his legs. He’s being cradled by his subordinate, carefully as so not to jostle his leg. And all he can think about is how warm Martin is. He’s large and soft despite all the sharper accessories and he smells a bit like leather and tea on top of whatever soap he uses. Probably something that Jon wouldn’t be able to name with a gun to his head. And Jon can see the freckles on Martins cheeks and neck close enough to count if he wanted to even as he looks away, saying something Jon can’t quite parse because he’s too busy reeling from the realization he’d be happy to sit in Martins arms like this for the rest of his life.

His face goes hot and he forces himself to look down at the ground. The pain is clearly messing with his head, or perhaps the sleep deprivation. Or perhaps he’s still riding the high from that moment of realization that Martin isn’t trying to kill him, that he can trust him.

Either way he’s not thinking straight, which is why he’s dissapointed instead of relieved when Martin gently places him on the bike with the exact amount of care he took in picking him up. Which shouldn’t make him feel so oddly jittery but it does.

The ride is quiet, aside from awkward instructions from Jon on where to turn as Martin guides them carefully along the sidewalk. They miss a turn once because Jons too preoccupied with the feeling of Martins arm bumping against his shoulder as he guides the bike.

And then they’re at Jons flat, and Jon once again feels that misplaced disappointment. He wonders if perhaps Martin will carry him up to his flat, and his face burns again as the silliness of the thought hits him.

Martin does very, very briefly lift him to help him off the bike when he stumbles. But his leg has recovered enough that he can make it up to his flat without assistance, or so he tells Martin. Who looks unconvinced.

“Let me at least walk with you, yea? That way I know for sure you got home safe.” He insists, and Jon forced himself to be displeased with the situation.

It ends up being a good thing Martin came along though, a partway up the steps the railing is no longer enough to support Jon, and he ends up half-carried the rest of the way. Martins arm under his shoulder, his own loops around Martins back, gripping the jacket for support. He can feel his head drifting at the contact- Martin is just so damned warm and safe and Martin it’s impossible not to get distacted.

He forces himself to think about something else, anything else. The jacket- he can feel the leather under his fingertips and it’s as good distraction as any.

It’s a nice jacket, really. Clearly well-worn. And it does suit Martin, in an odd sort-of way.

Jon winces internally, remembering the conversation from earlier. He hadn’t meant to come off so... well. It doesn’t matter. Except that it does, even though it doesn’t, but it does.

Once they reach Jons door, he pushes off of Martin to lean on the wall while he fumbles for his keys. Martin lingers as he does so, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly in the silence.

Jon finds his keys and sighs in relief as the door swings open.

He nearly wanders inside and shuts the door before remembering basic human etiquette. He pauses in the doorway, turning to Martin. Who smiles awkwardly.

“Thank you.” He says stiffly, still leaning heavily on the doorframe. “That was... very kind. Of you.” Martin shakes his head.

“It’s nothing, really. Couldn’t exactly just leave you there, could I?”

Jon shifts awkwardly, wincing at the brief weight on his leg. He’s right of course, morally at least. If not logically.

“I... I suppose not.” He says, hesitating before adding “I’m sorry.”

“Look, Jon. I already said it’s fine-”

“No-” Jon grimaces “not for that. I- I meant... for what I said. About your clothes. They don’t... I just- I didn’t expect it, and I may have come off as... rude.” He mutters

“Oh.” Martin says flatly, Jons sure he’d forgotten about that until just now, and he wishes he could have kept it that way.

“they do suit you, though.” He says, after an awkward pause. “Your clothes, I mean. It looks- you look nice.” he finishes as genuinely as he can- he does mean it. Of course, he just doesn’t know how to make it sound like he does.

“Oh” Martin says again, brightening slightly, his cheeks going blotchy red in a blush. “I- er- thank you...? I suppose?”

“Yes. Well. Your welcome, I suppose.” There’s another awkward pause, Martin isn’t quite smiling at Jon, but there’s something soft in his expression Jon can’t quite parse. “ Have a good day, Martin.” He says finally, after a long pause. Martins cheeks redden again.

“Oh- yeah, er. You too Jon- and take care of yourself. Alright?”

Jon nods, and Martin smiles. And Jon thinks he’d like to see Martin smile a bit more.

He waves as Martin heads down the stairs, he can hear Martin humming as he goes.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #punk martin #fic #art #fanfic #fanart #ghostly doodle #ghostly doodles #Jons a mess!#and Martin has cool fashions #ghostly scribbles

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angstyaches · 3 years ago

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could you please give me a physical description of your StW characters for fanart porouses (i would use the picrews but i would end up just copying it)

Certainly!! I wasn't sure what should be included, so if I forgot about anything or you have any follow-up questions, please let me know.

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Shayne has a round-ish shaped face and nose, though his cheekbones are often a bit too pronounced. His eyes are very dark brown, almost black, and he always looks tired and pale. His hair is black and somewhat curly, usually cut to just above his ears and the nape of his neck, except for some longer bits at the front that he uses to cover some of his forehead. His typical outfit is a black or white t-shirt under his leather jacket, skinny dark jeans, and his black Docs.

Charlie has a slightly wider set face and a very nice, sharp jawline. His nose is a little more angular, too. He keeps one side of his hair shaved pretty closely, and lets it grow long on one side, so that it sort of flops, but he usually uses gel to keep it up from his face. His eyes are deep blue, and his hair is a slightly dirty blonde. He usually wears some combination of a graphic tee, a brightly-coloured hoodie (usually one of the primary colours), and a denim jacket with his pride pin attached. He wears straight-cut jeans or tracksuit pants, and usually his blue or white Converse.

Rin has a heart-shaped face and pale, freckled skin. Her hair is deep red (off the top of my head, kind of like Lindsay Lohan's in Mean Girls) and a bit longer than shoulder-length when loose, but she usually ties it in pigtails or space buns, and has side bangs that just reach her eyebrows. Her eyes are blue, but paler than Charlie's, and she wears wide-rimmed burgundy glasses. She likes to mix-and-match hyper feminine clothes with fishnets.

Elliott also has a Very Nice strong jawline, and usually grows a very short beard (barely-overgrown stubble length, if that makes sense). His hair is deep brown, thick, and silky, with a slight wave to it; in my headcanons, it's anywhere from shoulder-length to the small of his back, so you can imagine it to your own preference! He usually wears it in a ponytail, with curtain bangs on either side of his forehead. He has dark skin and his eyes are amber yellow. He has dimples in his cheeks that become more pronounced with he smiles. He usually wears shirts (dark tones of purple or green or navy), suspenders, and corduroy pants with brogue style shoes.

Felix has a narrower face, and a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. His hair is kind of thin and stringy, and it's cut to just above his shoulders. His natural hair colour is strawberry blonde, but he dyes it a mint/teal colour and typically ties it in two low ponytails, leaving some long bangs on one side. His eyes are so yellow, but are paler in colour than Elliott's. His style of clothing varies a lot, but he likes to wear layers, especially his khaki jacket with the furry hood.

Kazuhito has a round-ish face and a bowl-cut hairstyle, with a thin streak of white hair cutting through the black. His eyes are chocolate brown and his skin is a little tanned from spending time in the sun. His typical fashion choices include vintage pieces and fuzzy textures, though he's also partial to oversized hoodies while he's skateboarding.

Ryan has pronounced cheekbones and pointed features. Her eyes are amber yellow too, but veer closer to orange when she's well-fed. Her hair is starkly white, cut to a wavy shoulder-length bob and a blunt fringe, while her eyebrows are black by contrast. She has heavy eyelids. Her outfits usually consist of a white button-up shirt or blouse with ruffles or a bow tie, along with white or beige slacks. Maybe a white blazer too, if she's feeling particularly formal.

Nancy has an olive skin tone and tumbling brown hair that reaches the small of her back. She usually wears a high ponytail, with a white bow either holding the hair in place or just on a hairband or hair clip. She has soft cheeks and rounded features in general, including particularly round-shaped eyes. She has creases around and beneath her eyes. Her irises are a shimmering shade of purple. She likes to wear soft textures and lace, usually in subdued tones of pink and beige.

#StW Shayne #StW Charlie #StW Rin #StW Elliott #StW Felix #StW Ryan #StW Nancy #OC stuff #ask #my OCs

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babybottlepop96 · 4 years ago

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A/N: just a cute little story about my favorite superhero!

Warnings: fluff... Pinning...... Attempted rape (but nothing actually happens so no graphic shit happening cause that's just terrible but thought I should put it in there)

Who would've thought being the new kid would be awkward and weird? Every new kid, that's who and it was no different for (y/n) as she entered her new school. Moving from Pennsylvania to New York hadn't been a drastic change, only a few hours drive, but the change from being in amish country to the hustle and bustle of New York, was very different for her. When she entered the school, all eyes were on her. She felt self conscience, wrapping her arms around her torso. Her (h/c) hair was up in a high ponytail, her thick black framed glasses sat perched on her nose as her (e/c) was cast down towards the floor, avoiding the stares of the other students. She was wearing an oversized black sweater that ended just below her ass and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with her black converse.

She made quick work of finding her locker, looking at her schedule and grabbing the books she needed, throwing into her Star Wars backpack. She closed her locker once she had everything and made her way towards her first class. One thing though, she had no idea where any of her classes were.

"Hey, you look a little lost. Need any help?" A male voice spoke to her from the side, she glanced towards the boy with short black hair and a friendly smile.

"Y-yeah, thank you." He looked at her schedule.

"Hey, you got the same class as me!" He smiled and (y/n) returned it. "My name is Ned."

"(Y/n), it's nice to meet you." The two soon arrived at the classroom and Ned waved to you as he walked towards a couple of other students as (y/n) made her way to the teacher.

"Hey Ned! Who was the girl you were talking to?" A girl with curly black hair asked.

"Her name is (y/n), it's her first day and she looked lost. Why yabask, MJ?"

"Because, Peter has been staring at her ever since you two walked in." She smiled and sure enough, the blonde haired boy next to her was still looking at her. "Hello, earth to Peter!" Mj snapped her fingers in his ear.

"Hmm? What?" Peter looked at his friends, both having smug looks plastered across their faces. "What?"

"Ok every, take your seats…." The teacher then began the lesson, something about basic acids and solvents and shit like that. Basically a review of basic Chemistry, but Peter couldn't focus, he was too busy looking at the (h/c) hairs girl sitting in front a few rows over. Suddenly the bell rang and Peter was snapped out of his daydream. The class gathered up their things and exited into the hallway.

"Hey, Ned?" A female voice sounded behind the three amigos.

"Oh, hey (y/n)! What's up? Ned asked as he turned to her.

"I have no idea where my next class is." She said shyly, a small blush tinting her cheeks. Ned took a look at her schedule and smiled.

"You actually have class with Peter next." He smiled at Peter, whose face was also starting to grow a blush.

"Well, we will see you at lunch Pete." MJ put her hand on his shoulder and MJ and Ned left, leaving Peter and (y/n) alone.

"So… uhmm.. c-can you lead the way?" She asked.

"Oh, umm.. Y-yeah! Follow me." Peter then turned and started to walk, (y/n) following behind. What neither of the two new, was that this was going to be the start of a wonderful friendship.

Time skip to two months later, Peter and (y/n) were at his apartment, working on their photography assignment. "Peter, (y/n)?"

"Yes Aunt May?" Peter called from his bedroom.

"I'm heading out, I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Ok! See you later! Have fun! USE PROTECTION!" Peter called and the sound of May's heels stopped for a moment accompanied by a sigh and stifled laughter. Then the door opened and closed and (y/n) and Peter were left alone.

"Really, Parker? Use protection?" She laughed and Peter just smiled that dorky smile that (y/n) grew to love. Actually, she grew to love everything about the boy sitting in front of her. His laugh, his smile, his love for StarWars and just everything.

"What can I say? She told me the same thing before you came over." He laughed and then froze. She stared at him, face frozen in a state of shock. His face grew redder and redder with passing second.

"She…. "

"Yeahhh…." He said drawing out the word. Neither of them said anything for a moment until (y/n) started laughing.

"Oh my God! That's hysterical! Best aunt ever! I mean, seriously! My family barely remembers my name and if anything like that is said, I'd be looking for a new place to live! Oh my God I love your aunt!" Peter's face grew hotter, though he began to smile even more. As the night came closer, the two decided they had enough of school work and decided to watch a movie. StarWars, obviously. "Come on Peter! How can you say that Revenge of the Sith is better than Rouge One!"

"Because this is where Vader comes into play!"

"But Rouge One has so much more plot and the story is just amazing and it's one with a sad ending! Most of the others have happyish endings!"

"Why do you like sad endings?"

"Because it's a nice change from the usually happy ending most movies have." She shrugged and Peter sighed and put on Rouge One. "Aww! Thank you, Peter!" She kissed his cheek and snuggled close to Peter's side. Peter on the other hand, couldn't pay attention to anything, she kissed his cheek. (Y/n), kissed…. His cheek! "Ok, I should probably get home." (Y/n) when the movie ended.

"Yeah.. probably, don't want ya to get into trouble." She smiled at him and grabbed her things.

"I'll see ya tomorrow. To finish our project." Peter nodded in agreement, to say he was excited was an understatement. He had grown feelings for this girl since that very first day she arrived. She was funny and kind and sweet. Always knew what to say when he was stressing about something, mainly about his Spidey duties, but she doesn't need to know about that.

(Y/n) walked down the dimly lit streets, taking alley ways to make the long walk home shorter. Suddenly, a large hand was on her shoulder, pushing her into the grimy wall. "Keep quiet and this will all go smoothly." The deep voice spoke, every word dripped with malice. (Y/n) whimpered a bit, scared out of her wits, with no one around to save her at this time of night. One of the man's hands gripped at her throat, slightly squeezing as if he was saying, "I'm in charge and there is nothing you can do about it." His other hand roamed her hips and sides. She let another small whimper.

"P-please! Don't do this!" She struggled a bit before his grip on her throat tightened, leaving just enough room for her to get some small breaths.

"I would let her go if I was you." A voice sounded from behind the man. The man turned and (y/n) got a glimpse of the person who spoke. A tallish figure adorning a blue and red suit and mask, a spider in the center of the chest. The infamous SpiderMan that she heard everyone in school talking about. The brutish man laughed.

"And what are you gonna do about it, wannabe superhero?" Suddenly a web was shot out, covering the man's mouth and the man let out a muffled scream, letting go of (y/n)'s neck. She drew in some much needed breaths as she began to run away, suddenly the man grabbed the hood of her sweatshirt and tugged her back harshly. She fell backwards and her head smacked against the concrete.

Her vision started to go in and out as she groaned and went to turn over onto her stomach, muffled screams and sounds of bodies being thrown against dumpsters could be faintly heard through the ringing in her ears. Suddenly, a hand was coming towards her and she screamed and scooted back. "Hey, it's okay. It's me, SpiderMan." She looked at the hooded hero and threw herself at him, hugging him tightly and thanking him over and over again. Then, Spiderman held her and whispered, "hold on." And the two lifted from the ground, swinging through the city.

Soon they landed on the roof of her apartment building and she let go of him. "I would like to thank you again, for saving me." She blushed.

"Anything for a pretty lady."

"C-can I kiss you?" She asked and he nodded. She walked over and gently tugged the mask just above his mouth and gave a sweet kiss on his lips. He gently kissed back, placing his hands on the small of her back. Once they pulled apart she smiled and rolled his mask back down. "I'll see you tomorrow, Peter." She smirked and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Peter called after her, taking his mask fully off. "How did you know it was me!?"

"I didn't, not until I saw those lips, the lips I fantasized about kissing for months." She giggled and walked through the door leading inside her apartment building, leaving a dumbfounded but smiling Peter Parker.

"See you tomorrow." He waved at the door, he pulled his mask back on and jumped from the building, swinging away with the stupidest smiling face. At least he wasn't the only who fantasized about kissing the other one.

#spiderman #the avengers #tom holland spiderman #fluff #cuteness #spiderman vibes make me happy #who doesnt like spiderman?

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writingkeepsmewhole · 4 years ago

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The Mark Part 3 Amora

This is part 3 of The Mark

This is from Amora’s POV

Fic Summary: AU where everyone is born with half a mark on their body. The other half being on their mates body.

Part Summary: Amora gets an invitation to the ball.

Dean Winchester x OC Amora Black

Warnings: I don’t think there is any

Let me know if you want to be tagged.@fariesandwanderlust @all-will-be-well-love

Part 1 Part 2

Me and Eva were in my room cleaning. Well that’s what we were meant to be doing. At the moment we were blasting music and dancing like a bunch of teenagers.

Hearing the doorbell I didn’t care to dance my way down the steps and to the front door.

I opened it to find a tall browned eyed man.

“May I help you?” I asked, smiling politely at him.

“Hello?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow after he didn’t say anything.

I sighed thinking that he was staring at my scars. Taking a second glance I realized that he was looking at my mark. The shock covered his face.

At first I thought it was because he may have the same mark but I quickly forgot that thought when I took note of the black rings wrapped around half his forearm.

“Umm did you need something?” I ask again.

“Oh umm right I’m meant to give this to a-” He says looking down at the envelope in his hand.

“A Amora Black.”

“That’s me.” I say smiling.

“So when did the post office start hand delivering let-” I stop once I looked down at the letter.

It was directly from the Capital.

“Umm you have to open it so that-.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I say opening the letter as Eva comes bounding down the steps.

“Who was-. Oh hello.” She says smiling at the man at the door.

“Eva meet-” I stop looking at him.

“Oh uh Sam.” He says smiling.

“Eva, meet Sam. Sam, meet Eva.” I say pointing at them as I introduce them.

“Who is he and why is he here?” She asks not so quietly, whispering in my ear.

“Ask him.” I say pulling the letter out.

I drowned out Eva talking to Sam to read.

Dear Amora Black

We invite you to attend this year's annual ball.

It’s come to our attention that this fall you will be turning twenty-five, allowing you to be apart of the gathering of potential Mates for Prince Adam the third.

Please make haste to the castle where you will be welcomed wholeheartedly, as a beloved guest.

Sincerely Queen Mary

I looked up to see that Eva was reading a letter as well. Made since Sam had one for her as well given the fact she lived right beside me.

“Thank you.” I say smiling at him.

“Do you mind if I ask what made Queen Mary hand them out personally?”

“Oh it has always been this way.”

“My parents didn’t get a letter.”

“Then they were already mated before twenty-five.”

“How did you know?”

“Because only people who have not been mated yet are allowed to go to the ball.”

“Trust me I doubt my mate will be there.” I say laughing softly.

Even though I didn’t know what kind of man he was I could just tell by how much he got hurt he was not a Ball type of man.

“He will be there, it's the law. He has to go.” Eva says smiling brightly at me.

“She’s right. He’ll be there.” Sam says smiling a warm knowing smile.

As if he was talking to his family. As if he knew me somehow.

“We will see. Thank you again.” I say smiling politely at him and shutting the door as he turned to walk down the stone path to the road.

“That was not strange at all.” I say moving to look at Eva.

“What’s with you?” I ask, seeing her still staring at the door.

“Do you think I will find my mate there?” She asks, turning to look at me with a hopeful look in her eye.

“Yes.” I sat truthfully.

“You keep saying you feel different. Your heart knows trust in it.”

Smiling a turn to go up stairs.

“You need to go home and rest, we have a whole day of shopping to do tomorrow.” I say hearing a happy squeal from her then the front door shutting.

Walking into my room I was overwhelmed by a fiery heat rushing through my veins. Grabbing the door frame I had to resit the urge to clench my jaw as pain and anger washed over me.

The feeling of longing mixed in as I wanted more than anything to be there for Him to help him with whatever was hurting him.

I could only compare it to the feeling of when my parents died. Wanted nothing more than to know why it happened.

Using the wall I walked to my bed laying down slowly. I curled in a ball praying it would stop soon.

It was not until new bruises appeared on my knuckles did the feeling fade. I closed my eyes slowly fading into darkness as sleep consumed me.

I woke up to being shook softly. Groaning I opened my eyes to see Kayla smiling brightly at me.

“Guess what?” She asked plopping down on my bed.

“What?” I asked my voice rough from sleep sitting up.

“He is here.”

“Who?” I asked, rubbing my eyes, my mind still foggy with sleep.

“My mate, he is in town!”

“How do you know?”

“Because this morning I woke up really excited for some reason. It has to be him right?” She asked looking at me, her blue eyes bright reminding me of my mother when she would talk about dad.

Smiling, I nod hugging her.

“Go get dressed and you can come shopping with me and Eva but only if you hurry.”

“Okay but don't leave without me!” She yells running out of my room just to run into the door frame.

“Ow.”

“Careful.” I say getting out of bed walking over to my dresser.

I quickly get dressed in a black tank top with a rib cage on it, a black pair of skinny jeans, a fake leather jacket, and black boots.

I walked into the bathroom just as the front door opened.

“Honey I’m home!” Yelled Eva making me laugh and shake my head.

“Up here!” I say already hearing her come up the steps.

“Well don’t you look sexy.” She says winking at me through the mirror.

Laughing I lean over the counter putting eyeliner on.

“Are you getting excited for tonight?” She asks, smiling at me as she jumps up on the counter.

“You know me I don’t get excited for anything.” I say smiling when she glares at me slightly.

“Yes Eva I’m a little excited for tonight but I don’t think I’m going to meet Him if that’s what you think?”

“Aww why not?” She asked pouting.

“Because I haven't felt anything so he can’t be too close.”

“That don’t always-”

“Ready!” yelled Kayla running into the bathroom.

“Oh nice shirt.” She says smiling at me her hair pulled up showing her face better.

“Thanks.” Both me and Eva say ending in all three of us laughing.

“So are we ready?” Kayla asks, looking at me as I pull my hair up into a high ponytail.

“Yes, let's go ladies.”

I walked into the mall behind Eva and Kayla then quickly went to the only dress shop in the whole place. We lived in the small town surrounding the castle so we didn’t have the biggest mall. Just a couple of shops we didn’t even have a food court. It really was just a large building with fifteen or twenty small stores in it.

I sighed not really wanting to be here but I promised Eva. I let her drag me around from store to store until she found everything she needed for her outfit.

We returned home Kayla and Eva skipping ahead of me laughing at something.

I walked into my room locking the door. Eva home, us deciding to surprise each other with our finished work.

Walking into the bathroom I stripped stepping into the shower. Taking a breath I put my face into the water hoping it untangled the growing knot in my stomach. If I let them my nerves would make my heart race and I was trying my best to not get my hopes up.

Once I was clean I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. Walking to my vanity I sat on the chair in front of it. I looked at the mirror, my cherry red hair sticking to my skin. Meeting my dusty blue eyes I took a deep breath having very mixed emotions about tonight. Wanting to finally meet him but also scared of meeting him. Fearing I could never be strong enough to live with what covered our bodies in scars. Fearing I would lose him as soon as I met him.

Literally shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I pressed the button on my MP3 letting the first song fill my ears. It's a soft guitar distracting me.

Grabbing my hair I set to work on getting ready. Twisting my hair, and pinning it here and there I soon had my hair done in a half braid.

The bottom half fell down my back in curls. A few pieces framing my face.

I set to do my makeup. It is a dark smokey eye to bring out my odd color eyes. A soft rose lip color and very little blush. Once I was done with that I got dressed. My dress was simple.

One because I couldn't afford anything else and I was never one for being flashy.

It was strapless, the only dress I could find that showed my mark. It was law to show your mark. So you couldn't lie to the Royal family. My dress was black except for the purple and green glitter dusted on it from the waist down. It was loose and flowy. The top half is sticking to my shape. It stopped right at my knees. Letting me wear black heels. I didn't bother with jewelry not having anything that matched.

Looking at myself in the mirror I took a deep breath.

"Show time." I say leaving my room.

Kayla was sitting on the couch with her best friend, Aqua. A dark skinned beautiful girl. With curly hair you would kill for.

"OMG you look so pretty!" Aqua says loudly with a bright smile on her face.

"Thank you Aqua." I say smiling.

"Your mate is gonna die when he sees you." Kayla says.

"I hope not." I say earning a laugh from both of them.

"Well I need to go." I say heading towards the door.

I stop when I feel arms around me.

I twist to see Kayla hugging me. Smiling, I hug her back, her quickly running back to the couch as if it never happened.

"Be good." I say looking at the both of them.

Leaving the house I'm not surprised to see Eva standing at the end of the path leading to my front door.

She was dressed in a bright red dress that held close to her frame showing off her curves. Her hair was up with long black earrings helping you notice her mark. She had a necklace that matched and black heels.

"You look so pretty!" We both say at the same time making us both laugh.

“Are you ready to go?” I ask smiling.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She says grinning.

The Castle was not exactly a castle. It was once a few hundred years ago. The only thing left of it even standing here was it’s towers.

Two large towers stood twenty feet over the rest of the mansion.

People say that's where they keep the royal children until they find their mate.

That’s something I never could wrap my head around. Locking someone up away from the world. But who was I to tell royals how to raise their children.

I knew things were going to be different after tonight I just didn’t know how.

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eekmangomochi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3:

My mom made burgers for dinner, beef for her and Emory, and Turkey for me. I sprinkled a bit of garlic salt on mine and placed a slice of American cheese on the patty, then placed my patty on the hamburger bun, (I don’t like anything else on it). I grabbed a paper plate and placed my burger on it, and grabbed some curly fries off the pan. “Thanks, mom.” I said as I was getting the bottle of honey mustard from the fridge.

“You’re welcome, honey.” I squeezed a bit of honey mustard onto my plate to dip my burger and fries in, and put it back in the fridge before sitting down at the table across from Emory.

I split my burger in half with my hands and dipped one half in the honey mustard. I’m the only one who likes honey mustard, neither my mom or my brother like it.

You’re probably wondering, ‘What about your dad?’ Well, my father passed away when I was about six and Emory was four, so we don’t really remember him. He had stage 4 cancer and he fought as hard as he could, but cancer won in the end. My mom was devastated, but she has been able to take care of Emory and I just fine.

I finished my burger and fries before my mom even got to the table, so I just threw my plate away and went back to my room to read my Babysitters Club book. I know these books are old, and they used to be my mom’s when she was my age, but I don’t care. I love The Babysitters Club, and I have a lot of them. Granted, my mom collected them a while ago. I was reading Logan Likes Mary Anne. Mary Anne is my favorite character because she goes by her first and middle name, just like me!

Okay, enough about The Babysitters Club. I read for awhile until about 8:00, and then I went to bed.

I woke up the next morning, nervous to go to school because I was gonna have to see Ian. Wait… he’s bringing me to school. You can’t see, but I just face-palmed. I slowly got out of bed and sluggishly walked over to my closet. I was looking through my clothes when my phone dinged. I grabbed my phone off my bed, and saw that I had a text from Ian.

Dont forget, my brother and i are picking u up, k?

Me: k

I don’t know how, but I had completely forgotten that neither Ian nor I were old enough to drive, and that his older brother would have to drive us. I threw on my favorite oversized tee, along with some jean shorts and knee socks with combat boots that are really chonky. My t-shirt was black with a plumbob on it (specifically the one from The Sims 4) and it said my name in Simlish. My shirt almost covered my shorts, but that was fine with me. I like my shirts extra long (it’s a large).

My boots were just plain black, but my socks had tiny cowplants lining the top. You’re probably wondering what I look like, aren’t you?

I have shoulder length orange hair that’s parted down the middle, and I usually have it in a high ponytail. I have heterochromia in my eyes, so one eye is brown and the other is bright green. I have freckles sprinkled all over my nose and cheeks, which my mom says makes me adorable, but I don’t like being called “adorable”. I’ve got pretty long eyelashes, which I cake in mascara because they are practically invisible. I wear my eyeliner, cat eye style, and bright red lip gloss on my almost non-existent lips. I’m only five-foot-three, and Ian’s five-foot-eight. In case you were wondering, which you probably weren’t. Wondering my body type? Well, if you look up the girl group, BLACKPINK, I have their body type. Skinny, but still… how do I say this? Attractive? Well, anyways.

I wouldn’t exactly call myself popular. In fact, I am pretty sure I’m one of the least popular kids at my school. I’m surprised Ian even knows who I am. Wait, I just realized something. HOW did Ian know my phone number? And HOW did I know that it was Ian I was texting? I guess I just wasn’t thinking.

I finished getting ready, and I grabbed some peanut butter crackers on my way out the door, so I would have something to get me through to lunch.

As soon as I walked out the door, Ian and his brother pulled up in a white Jeep. When I turn sixteen, I want a Jeep, that’s my dream car. I was in awe that Ian’s brother owned a Jeep! Ian rolled down the window and called out, “C’mon, babe! You don’t wanna be late, right?!” for a quick second, I was stunned that Ian just called me babe. I don’t know why, but it gave me a little happy feeling in my heart. I’m glad that my mom and brother had already left, because I genuinely have no idea how they would react to Ian calling me babe.

Before I could open the door, Ian jumped out of the car and opened the door for me. “You look hot today, Charlie Rose.” I couldn’t tell if he was just going along with the fake relationship thing, or if he actually thought I was hot.

I leaned over and whispered to him, “Does your brother know this is fake?” he answered, “No, everyone I know thinks we’re actually dating.”

I was about to get in the car when Ian grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me towards him. This can’t be happening, this isn’t real, this isn’t real, I kept telling myself. I had a shocked look on my face when Ian leaned down and kissed me on the lips, and he was kissing me HARD. I knew he was just doing it to show off to his brother, but I kinda liked it. Even though my eyes were wide open the whole time Ian was holding me tight around my waist, and he wouldn’t quit kissing me so I had to push him off of me with all of my strength. Ian’s pretty strong. When I pushed him off, he tried to kiss me again. I have no idea why, so I pushed him away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his brother staring at us with a startled look on his face. He finally said something to Ian, “Bro, stop! She doesn’t wanna kiss you right now, man!” Ian looked at his brother and gave him an “are you serious?” face. “Bruh, just help her get in the car, and stop kissing her without her consent!”

I was glad his brother said something because I was about to kiss Ian back, and I DID NOT want Ian to know I liked him.

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blacktotheblueside · 5 years ago

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(Ex) Bobby

Summary: you just ready for bobby tah GO!!!! But he fine so you don’t know...

I was an actress that was challenging myself, I was obsessed with Korean dramas and wanted to play a part in one so my management brought me to South Korea around 3 years ago and in those years I was in a few kdramas, movies and in a public relationship with iKon’s one and only bobby. We’re currently broken up and it has just been released by none other than dispatch themselves, I’m sat with my management discussing how I’m gonna be bombarded with questions about my breakup and how I should handle it. I’m in a new drama as the main female lead and I’m going to be doing a ton of interviews he’s bound to be mentioned in a few.

I sigh as my team lay advice and all sorts. I’m very grateful I’ve been given this opportunity to act in Korea, I learnt the language when I first came and been working on it ever since hence why now I get more parts, this is the first time in one of the main characters. I just wanna focus on work but even while we’re broken up bobby still finds a way to be in my life.

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It’s 4am and my alarm goes off, I have sooo much schedules today. I don’t even try and dose off again like usual, I jump off the bed and get showered before my stylist arrives to dress me for the day...hair dressers, make up artist all that!

I’m dressed in a white baggy tee waiting for *KnockKnockKnock* they’re here.

We went with fresh faced makeup and my curly hair in a sleek low bun. For my outfit I’m wearing black skinny fit trousers and a white see through dress shirt, it’s baggy and it’s hanging off my shoulders teamed with a white bralette, yellow pump heels and yellow studs.

Inkigayo actor special mc w/ seo kang jun

Hello counsellor

Happy together foreigners working in korean entrainment

That’s all for today, I’m glad it was all shows where I won’t have to speak about bobby, all fun chatting.

~~~ Inkigayo ~~~

I walk through the corridor to get to my dressing room. I can speak korean but I still get so nervous before a show, I hate messing up! I have to get changed into something less formal, I go with a white dungaree dress with a pink off the shoulder top and pink high top converse. A long glittery chain for a belt and have my curls styled half up in a pony tail and the rest down my back.

I have 10 minutes left so I start making my way to the stage. I say hi at least 100 times on my way no joke, I bump into BTS on the way as the have a new comeback, I remained so calm I’m proud! I see kang Jun and we start chatting, we’ve met before at award shows and other tv shows, he tells me to not be scared and we head out and the crowd cheers!

We finish the show smoothly making me wonder why I was nervous to start with. I say bye to kang Jun and all the acts I see on my way out, bangtan we’re not there so I was a little disappointed I’m a huge fan of them. Next time I guess.

I’ve changed back into my first outfit and I’m on the way to my next schedule... I eat a famous inkigayo sandwich in the car while getting my hair re done and my make up touched up.

~~~ hello counsellor ~~~

I arrive just in time to say hi to all the hosts and guest...we make our way onto the set.

I’m a guest along with jay park and Jeonghan and scoups from svt. The boys show some of there new song. As for me they play a snippet of my new drama. They compliment my Korean a few times and ask about how I came over and started acting here.

Hello counsellor was so fun to shoot I got to role play with jay park on how to overcome an angry wife, I laughed and nearly even cried.

The show ends and I make my way to the car again. I change in the car thank God for tinted windows! I change into dark brown leather skirt and a light brown t shirt tucked in, with khaki sandal heels and earrings. My hair is in a high ponytail with my baby hairs styled (obviously by me)

~~~ happy together ~~~

This is the one I’m more excited for! I’ve always wanted to come on here. I make my way to my dressing room and now I’m already dressed and ready to go I’ve got time to kill, I am going out on a full stomach! I’m on my phone while I’m walking, my Social media all blowing up! I click on twitter to see my mentions all filled with articles of bobby.... curiosity gets the better of me, I see the headline “NETIZENS ARE QUESTIONING WHETHER iKON’S BOBBY AND ACTRESS Y/N ARE REALLY BROKEN UP AFTER BOBBY POSTS PHOTO OF A WOMAN’S SHADOW CAPTIONED WITH Y/N’S MOST FAMOUS LINE.”

I’m in the dressing room and I sit straight down before I fall or even worse get snapped looking at this!

I click the “read more” button and start skimming the article.

The picture is definitely me....what is he doing?! It was when we went on a date late at night near Han river, he snapped my shadow on the floor and the caption written in korean “it’s a butterfly”... omg it was a line from a movie I did, it was one of the highlights of the film as it was the tearjerker.

I don’t have time for this. My manager walks towards me and sits down ��judging by your face you’ve seen the article.... don’t pay attention! Just go out there and pretend you’ve seen nothing’ he states. I nod slowly and sit there in silence, we broke up like nearly a month ago... why would he post this after not even trying to talk to me. Boys are so weird! I start playing games on my phone to take my mind off this distraction. I look at the time and see if I still have time for a snack bc of nerves, I don’t so I make my way to the couches. I stop and bow to the whole cast and sit on the seat, we’re all making small talk till it starts. In the interview they ask us foreigners about how we first came to Korea, how we learnt the language and first impressions of Korea when we first came. Another black person famous in Korea, Sam from Ghana was there we had so much in common. I laughed so much and we all had so much fun.

We spoke a bit about our work and I explained what my new drama was about and my character. We watched a little snippet again and some bloopers.

‘So y/n we hear you’re now single’ one of the hosts ask. Oh no....ok I’ve got this ‘yeah i am’ I smile acting like this isn’t bothering me at all. ‘Was that your first time dating a korean man?’ I nodded ‘it was’

Oohs and ahhs came from them all ‘so hows it different to guys back home?’ I think for a little bit ‘to be honest there’s not a lot of difference just the language difference I guess’ I say calmly. They nodded in agreement ‘were there any difficulties with the language barrier?’ I sigh to show them how exhausted I was in the beginning ‘oh yes, I couldn’t speak a lot of korean back when we first met. He could speak English though so I was good! But when I met his friends and family....’ I trail off a bit thinking about those times, No focus! ‘I was forced to speak so bit by bit I got better so it was awkward at first but it paid off in the end.... free korean lessons’ i say content with my answer. Sam pipes in ‘oh my I spent so much on korean lessons before I got into my first relationship!’ ‘Should’ve got in a relationship quicker’ I reply. We all laughed at his shocked face.

The show ends with a game where we guess a catchphrase by what the artist is drawing.

After the show me and Sam exchange numbers, he’s too funny to not have as a friend.

~~~~

I’m done for the day, I tell my manager I need food or else I’m going to collapse. We get pizza and fries, they drop me off home and I get undressed and ready for bed. I have a day off tomorrow so I planned to stay up late and watch my favourite shows but I’m exhausted. I hear my phone go off and it’s an unfamiliar number.... I pick up ‘hello?’ I hear breathing and just as I’m about to say hello again ‘hey y/n....’ bobby! After being together for so long I know his voice! After we broke up I blocked his number and got back to work... he probably changed it. ‘Hello?!’ Bobby says trying to see if I’m still there. ‘Bobby... what do you want?’ I get straight to the point, he sighs ‘y/n don’t...please... I just wanna see how you are! I watched you today on inkigayo’ is he being foreal? Calling as if we’re best friends catching up at the end of the day. ‘Bobby is there something you want?’ I’m tired ‘I-‘ I cut him off ‘I saw your Ig post, what was that for?’ I question. All I heard was silence, I had to pull the phone to my face so I could see whether the phone call had disconnected.

‘I wanted to talk to you...’ he started I stayed quiet he takes a deep breath ‘y/n I’m not gonna lie and say that this break up has been easy...’ oh no ‘...it really hasn’t! I just want you to give me...’ here he comes!!! ‘...one more chance’ he said it. I don’t know what to do, of course I still love him but we just to in love... so in love that we were just distracting each other from our jobs. ‘I... don’t think that’s the best option right now b’ I say quietly, I’m angry at him for ignoring me for so long and now he wants to pop up in his own time, when it’s convenient for him. ‘...I’m so busy these days... I don’t think I can handle a boyfriend, an ex at that.... right at this moment’ he sighs again, ‘you don’t think I’m busy too?’ He’s frustrated and quite frankly I don’t care ‘Don’t start with me bobby, you broke up with me, ignored me for how long and NOW you want me back?’ I state the facts to him. He groans ‘I know! And it was stupid of me, I made a dumb decision on impulse... and now I regret it every damn day!’

I re ask him ‘why did you upload that picture?’ ‘Because I wanted you to see it and the whole world to see that I’m not giving up on you, on our relationship! I don’t want anyone else’ my heart flutters a little and I hate him and me for being so weak to his sweet words.

‘I’ll think about it’ I tell him. ‘Don’t run and hide from me y/n!’ He says something I was sure I was gonna do ‘I won’t, I just need some time... this is too much for me’

‘I seen the trailer for your new drama.... I’ve been keeping up with you in the media, I’m proud of you’ I hear his smile through his words. I’ve been keeping up with him too, I won’t tell him that though ‘Thanks’ I whisper. After a few moments of silence ‘I’ll let you get to sleep now.... but don’t forget me, take everything I said into consideration.... I really want you back here with me baby’ omg I just want to forget everything and tell him to come here right this minute but that would be dumb. I just settle for a simple ‘ok’ we exchange good nights and I fall asleep really thinking about what’d it be like if we did get back together or were we better off separated.

Part 2 coming soon (black people timing)

#blackgirl #kpop scenarios #kpop black girl #ambw #ikon #ikon bobby #bobby #khh scenarios #kpop imagines #ikon imagines #ikon scenarios #ikon jinhwan #ikon bi #ikon song #ikon dk #ikon june #ikon chanwoo

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fhawnmillahn · 5 years ago

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Body Aesthetics: Fhawn

[ BODY ]

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight (relative to his size). Overweight.

[ HEIGHT ]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Turquoise. Violet. Pink. Green (with creamy orange--mismatched). Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[ HAIR ]

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Pompadour. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. PonyTail. Braid. Locks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Going Grey. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Orange. Ginger. Red. Auburn (Pink brown). Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. Henna tattoo. (And body paint)Wrist tattoo. Forearm tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ]

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

[ SCENT ]

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals.

[ CLOTHES ]

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts (not canonically, but totally would IRL). Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor. OVERALLS (THOUGHT TO MAKE AN ADDITION HERE).

[ SHOES ]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

Tagged by: @wayward-soul-ffxiv and @twilight-red-mage (<-- I remembered even though I am embarrassed about how long ago it was...)

Tagging: Doubt anyone is left for this, because I’m always fashionably late to these things; however... @lepiarrd-furvolk, @dancingnlancing, @twilight-red-mage, @chxsingthemoon, @dandiilionz, @valourheart-xiv, @weaponskill (TAKE MY CONSIDERATION)

#the image of Fhawn has always been a bit precarious #lithe with faint muscle has always been my go-to summary #but overtime he's probably built a bit more muscle after certain influences #<3 #ffxiv #ffxiv meme #body aesthetic #tagged #tagging #ocs #fhawn millahn #character info #think the best thing about Fhawn is how I made him average height #so he's actually taller than certain friends of his and I wasn't expecting that lol #ooc

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wildname · 5 years ago

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Thalin Wildname: Appearance

Bold what applies

[BODY]

Long legs | Short legs | Average legs |

Slender thighs | Thick thighs | Toned thighs |

Skinny arms | Soft arms (Average) | Toned arms | Muscular arms |

Short nails | Long nails | Manicured nails | Dirty nails |

Flat ass | Toned ass | Bubble butt |

Small waist | Average waist | Thick waist |

Narrow hips | Average hips | Wide hips |

Long fingers | Short fingers | Average fingers |

Narrow shoulders | Broad shoulders | Average shoulders |

Underweight | Average weight | Overweight |

[HEIGHT]

[SKIN]

[ EYES ]

Small | Large | Average

[HAIR]

Thin | Thick | Fine |

Normal | Greasy | Dry |

Straight | Smooth | Wavy/Curly | Floppy |

Thin eyebrows | Average eyebrows | Thick eyebrows | Plucked eyebrows |

[TATTOOS/PIERCINGS]

[COSMETICS]

Eyeshadow | Neutral eyeshadow | Smoky eyes | Colorful eyeshadow |

Wears war paint from time to time | Wears makeup regularly | Wears it from time to time | Never wears make-up |

[SCENT]

[CLOTHES]

[SHOES]

Tagged by: @veneficca

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cameronspecial · 6 years ago

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The Marriage Games (Ch.1)

Pairing: Prince! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) grew up in the palace with her brother and the royals; her and her brother are practically apart of the royal family. The Queen decides to help her eldest son find his own queen by inviting ten female suitors to live in the palace. What happens when through this process he finds love with a woman that is not one of the contestants?

Word Count: 2 894

Disclaimer: This series is inspired by The Selection by Kiera Cass and Yellow Roses by @h-osterfield.

A/N: I have updated my masterlist, so all the blurbs are on it. Go check them out for more Tom and Y/N situation.

It had been two weeks since the queen had made the big announcement and the palace is now running around with maids that are getting ready for the ten new arrivals that were supposed to be here at any moment. A week ago the names of the suitors had been picked out and they have been told the details they needed for when they came to the palace. Y/N is sitting reading her book on her balcony that is facing the city. Tom slides the door open and makes his way over to the girl sitting on the patio couch. “Everything is a little overwhelming with all the maids rushing around to get stuff clean before the females come. It’s going to be so weird to have all these people in our house,” he announces as he sits beside the girl and takes the book out of her hands. She glares at him and yanks her book back into her hands, “Yeah, I just hope they are not all going to be super hormonal. It is definitely going to take some time to get used to because of the fact that I’ve been surround by guys my whole life.” She puts the book down and rests her head on Tom’s shoulder. “Yeah, this is definitely going to take some time to get used to,” he tells her as he wraps his arm around her shoulder. Tom loved these moments between him and Y/N. He felt like he and she were the only people in the world. Before they could start talking about something else, Timothy knocks on the door to inform them that their guest had arrived.

Tom and Y/N made their way down to the main hall to greet the guest. They stood at the end of the stair waiting for each of the suitors to be introduced. The royal announcer stands near the front door and introduces each of the females, “Princess Adalyn of the House of Bellerose from France.” Enters a tall, snotty looking girl with long beautiful hair that went down past her bum and bright blue eyes. Her beautifully pale skin was obviously caked on with makeup. She wore a frilled white blouse with a pretty pink cardigan and a beige pencil skirt that went to her mid thighs. Her black heels five-inch heels were perfectly shined and only added to her height. “Hello, your highness. I am very grateful for this opportunity although I wouldn’t need this opportunity if you had just answered my calls,” she says with a soothing French accent. Tom just nods his head, “I am sorry for not answering your calls. I have been very busy lately, but I am very happy that you were chosen to come and stay with us. Now, I will have the time to get to know you better.” Adalyn had been trying to get Tom to go on a date with him, but he has always avoided going with her solely based on how she acts whenever she was at one of the events that they were at. The princess is lead away to her room so that the following suitor can come in.

“Miss Camellia Durant from England.” Camellia walks into the room with a shy smile on her face. Her dark brown hair went down a little bit past her shoulders and she had the most beautiful caramel eyes that Y/N had ever seen. Her hair was pinned back with a bobby pin that had a daisy jewel on it. She wore a black dress with daisies and her cream flats tied the outfit together. She holds her hand out timidly and Tom gently, but firmly, take it into his hand. “Thank you very much for this opportunity,” she says in an almost whisper. Tom gives her a gentle smile, “It was not really my choice, but you are welcome. I really look forward to getting to know you.” Camelia looks over to Y/N and gives her the same shy smile that she had on when she walked in. Just like Adalyn, Nancy leads Miss. Durant to her room so that she can get settled in. “Princess Darcy of the House of Eads from Ireland.” Darcy did not look the typical princess. She has short curly orange hair and stunning green eyes. Her beige skin was spotted with freckles and her nose was pierced with a bull ring piercing. She had an air of mystery that intrigued both Y/N and Tom. She wore a leather jacket with a dark red camisole and a shark tooth hung from her neck. Her dark blue jeans were tuck into her dark black leather biker boots. Her fingers were adorned with rings, which were cold against Tom’s hand, “Nice to meet you, Holland. Can’t wait to get to know you more.” Before Tom could answer, she walks off toward Nancy who takes Darcy to her room. “She seems pretty badass,” Tom says to Y/N who agrees with him.

“Ms. Farryn Graham from England.” Farryn’s dark skin looks beautifully soft and her beautiful dark brown hair was tied back in a perfect ponytail. She wore a red plaid shirt and jean overalls with tanned Timberlands. She shakes both Tom’s and Y/N’s hand with a warm smile on her face. “I can’t wait to experience this new adventure with you.” Tom gives her a smile and tells her, “Well I am glad that you can be a part of this adventure with me as well.” The next person to be announced was, “Princess Lalia of the House of Maris from Greece.” In walks a perky girl with long light brown hair that went to her waist. Her emerald eyes sparkled so brightly just like her smile. “Hiya, I am Lalia! I am really excited to be here. Do you have Netflix right? I really can’t go anywhere without being able to watch Riverdale. This is so exciting, I really can’t wait to get to know you. Hi, you must be Y/N! I love your outfit, you look so pretty! Well, that lady over there seems to want me to go with her, so I am going to go! Byeeee,” she babbles in a strong Greek accent then she runs off after Nancy. She was wearing a black lace dress that looked like Veronica’s dress from Riverdale. She wore Jughead’s beanie and dark red heels. “She was very talkative,” Y/N comments as they wait.

Before she was announced into the room, the following suitor walks into the room and in a confident manner. She had beautiful dark brown hair and eyes; she reminded Y/N of Yasmin from Doctor Who. Ironically she wore a Doctor Who tee-shirt with a galaxy cardigan and black skinny jeans. Her black vans had a TARDIS on the side and you can tell that she is a fan. “Listen, I was not really too keen on doing this, but I thought that this was a good way to meet people. I want to say that I am looking for a relationship, but the reality is that I would rather just be friends. Maybe, later on, we can see where this goes,” she says before she walks out of the room without anyone saying anything else. That was definitely an unusual way to introduce yourself to a prince. “That was Miss Nella Khan from England, the following suitor is Princess Jensine of the House of Kaas from Denmark. Your Highness,” Timothy declares. In walks a tall female wearing a beige romper and black flats. In her hands was a white ceramic container and that peaked Y/N’s interest. She had dark blonde hair that is in a pixie cut and stunning greyish green eyes. “Hello, I am Jensine and it is very nice to meet you. I am very excited to learn more about you and your amazing country. I have prepared for you æbleskiver. It’s basically Danish pancakes with a filling inside. They are very good!” she exclaims happily. She gives Y/N hug and then hands her the container full of the Danish pancakes. Jensine then goes over to Tom and gives him a hug as well. Nancy calls her over and she happily follows her.

“Three more to go,” Y/N sighs as they wait for the next person to come in. “Miss Primrose Quincey from England.” She wore a black shirt that said Winner with red flannel and light blue jeans with purple vans. “Hi, this is palace is really big and I really need the bathroom,” she informs the pair. Primrose wasn’t scared to say what is on her mind because any normal person wouldn’t have just said that in front of a prince. Y/N had also noticed that she had an American accent. Tom let’s out a chuckle and points her in the direction of the bathroom. Y/N watches the dark brown hair and light brown eyed female runs off in the direction of the bathroom. “I like her, she’s not afraid to say anything in front of me,” Tom comments. “Yeah, that’s true. I have never seen anyone rather be in a bathroom than with you,” she teases. Tom just shakes his head as the following person to walk in.

“Princess Rosetta of the House of Sabato from Italy.” She has pretty curly auburn hair and light blue eyes. Freckles spot her face which adds to her beauty. She wore a pastel pink dress that went past her knees with a thin light brown belt around her waist. She wore a white lace cardigan with brown ankle-high boots. “Hey, you have a really lovely place, your highness. Your family are very lovely people. They have been very kind to me and I couldn’t be more grateful,” she remarks sweetly with a huge smile on her face. “Well, thank you! You are very kind as well. I am very glad that you could join us,” Tom voices to her with a smile on his face. She looks at Y/N and gives her a smile, “You are very kind and pretty. I have seen you at some events and have always wanted to talk to you, but you are always helping people and talking to everyone.” Y/N’s face heats up at how nice she is being and tells her thank you. Another conversation couldn’t be held because of the fact that Nancy had asked to take Rosetta to her room. Timothy enters the room with the last contestant and announces, “Finally, Miss Mabel Newman from England.” Mabel walks in with confidence and pride. She wore a colourfully knitted hoodie with black leggings and biker boots. Her long wavy ombre brown that frames her face perfectly. Her hazel eyes stood out in the crowd of the rest of the suitors and she looks very nice and sweet. However, Y/N doubted that Mabel was only what she seemed because of the vibe she got from her. Tom didn’t seem like he got the same vibe based on the conversation that Y/N is eavesdropping on. Tom seemed to have been sold on the whole nice girl act.

Tom and Y/N collapse onto Y/N’s bed after their long morning with meeting the suitors. “So what did you think about the girls?” Tom asks his best friend for advice. Y/N takes a moment to think, “They seem cool. Although Adalyn and Mabel give me this vibe that I can’t really explain, it could just be me. You shouldn’t base your opinions on your maybe future wife based on what I say.” Tom understood what she was saying and he respected her opinion. “Well, since you won’t be the only female in the palace for a while now. I think we should go out together only the two of us. Just in case I don’t have time while the females are over. What do you think?” Tom questions her. Y/N smiles at him and gets up from the bed, “I think we should go down to the beach. How about you?” Tom jumps up from his bed and runs out to his room. Y/N took that as a sign that they were going, so she prepared her stuff to go. She got out her one piece with the sleeves that go off her shoulders. The pastel blue bathing suit was decorated with pink coronations. She grabs sunscreen, a floppy sun hat and sunglasses. She packs them in her beach bag, then goes to grab her book, portable speaker, and towel. She packs a pair of underwear and puts on her clothes before running off to Tom’s room. “Hey, you almost done?” she calls to him while she pounds on his door. “Yeah,” he replies to her as he opens the door with a bag on his back.

They walk down toward the water on the calm and isolated beach. This was the Holland’s family private beach, so it was only the two of them alone with a few security guards walking patrolling the beach. Y/N places her towel in front of the beach tent and kicks off her sandals. “You know the pool chairs a probably more comfortable than the sand, right?” Tom informs the young female. She looks at him and pats the spot beside her, “Yeah, but if I am in the tent then I am not going to be in the sunlight. Now, come here please so that you can help me with my sunscreen and then I can do yours. You definitely don’t want to get a sunburn again, Tommy.” He obeys her order and sets his towel next to hers. He grabs the sunscreen bottle and starts putting some on him; Y/N grabs the bottle to start doing the same thing and when they get to their backs, they helped each other out. Once they got the sunscreen settled, Tom calls over Timothy and asks him to bring a beer and virgin sex on the beach. Y/N smiles at the fact that Tom knows her choice of drink and knows that she doesn’t do alcohol, but he should know that because they have been best friends forever. Y/N takes out her book and starts reading her heart out, however she didn’t get to enjoy it very much because someone had ripped the book out of her hand and put it back in her bag. “Love, we came here to hang out together and that’s what we are going to do. Let’s go take a dip,” Tom suggests to her, but she immediately starts shaking her head. “Tommy, it’s too cold.” She starts backing away from him, knowing that he is going to try to pick her up and throw her in the water. “Well, I know you will always be up to making a sandcastle. So let’s go!” he bargains with her.

She decided that she should do this with him, so she grabs some sand building stuff from the tent and goes toward the spot that Tom had chosen for the castle. She sits beside him and they start making a pile of sand for their castle. Timothy is coming back with their drinks in his head and the two of them had just about finished building their castle. They clean off the sand on their bodies in the ocean and go to the lounge in the tent. They sat on the pool chairs, sipping their drinks, and talking about life. “Are you really going to be okay with all the girls at home?” Tom questions his friend. “Yeah, Tom, I am not going to hold you back from doing what you want. It’s going to be something new, but if it means that you may find your happiness then I can survive,” she promises him, knowing full well that he wouldn’t do this if she didn’t want him to. Tom nods his head in understanding and sits up from the chair, “Okay, I believe you. Now, let’s talk about your birthday. What do you want to do for it?” It took Y/N a while to remember that her birthday was in about two weeks and to think about what she wanted to do for it. “Hmm, I think I just want a movie night with the family and Harrison.” Tom nods his head and starts to plan her party in his head. “I guess the water is warm enough now,” Y/N thinks out loud and a big smile comes up on Tom’s face. Tom picks her up and runs her to the water. They swim around in the water and splash each other like children. There were several times that Tom and Y/N had dunk one another underwater, and by the end of the day, they were both so tired. They made their way back up to the palace and take a shower. Y/N got changed into pyjamas and was lying in bed when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. She tells the person to come in and in walks Tom wearing only his boxers. He lies down beside her on the bed and they continue to talk about life. Tom was planning on going back to his room, but he was so tired that he fell asleep on the bed with Y/N. He subconsciously pulls her into his chest by her waist, even in his sleep he wanted to protect her.

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dragaoel · 5 years ago

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Jun'ichirō, aka Jun (- Silverdell)

the volume of the radio slowly dwindles down and only static noise is left to be heard

"those are dangerous words"

"not for him " Anja replies, her head laying on her outstretched arm that's on the table , her whole posture the embodiment of laziness. "loved ones always have it easier here"

"Not always" Jun says grimly and glances out of the window" it's because he's an outsider that he's allowed more freedom than any of us"

"aren't you a loved one too?"

Jun sighs deeply and turns towards the albino girl. For a second ,pain , frustration and a hint of panic can be seen in his eyes before it vanishes. He lets out a bitter laugh.

"and you saw where that lead me to,half dead in a ditch"

INTRODUCTION JUN :

half japanese half black

has waist long black thick hair and brown skin

has a ‘’prince in anguish’’ aura but masks it with him being over the top ridiculous and dramatic

is 5′11

born 12th october (libra)

‘‘the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math’‘

Jun is my favourite character, i made him on a whim as a side character in a old story and then i started using him more and more as a background character until i realized the potential he had. He's also one of the character whom i put into a lot of different aus, the most favourite one was where he was a vampire who loved laying in the garden and eat roses all day

Rukiya (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘i have dreams about them’‘ Rukiya says and plucks a string on her bass. The deep note rumbles through the room and her short curls moves along as she drops her head lower

‘‘i'm high in the sky, looking down onto a land that seems oh so familiar, with people screaming at me asking me to help them’‘

‘’do you understand them? ‘’ a band member asks

‘‘weirdly i do’‘ Rukiya answers ‘‘ it seems to be in my native language but also not, as if it was way before everything happened, you know, the ancient time’‘

INTRODUCTION RUKIYA :

Out of the both of them Rukiya is the older twin by 4 minutes

she’s also the artsy one than her sister whos into sports

wears black literally 24/7 and has dark circles despite sleeping enough

is 5′9

is black (kenyan)

mole on the left side of her cheek

fluent in her native tongue kiswahili

Majors in Film

loves anything that has to do with space nd aliens

born 24th january (aquarius)

has a sweet tooth

*cocks gun* ‘’basements haunted’’

i like the idea of twins that are completely the opposite of each other. Rukiya just like Imara have a big chunk of my personality in them, it's just that i lean more towards Rukiya than Imara.

Akiho (-Though the god’s have left)

Kneeling down, she cocks her head to the side, her eyes cold and her lips pressed into a thin line ‘’ dont think your actions won't have consequences’’ she sneers ‘’ the next time i see you harassing another girl again i'll make you wish you were never born’’

Akiho dusts herself , picks up the bat , glances one last time at the boy laying on the floor and walks away, the echoes of her shoes the only noise to be heard

INTRODUCTION AKIHO :

is 5′4

majors in theater

her fashion style is y2k

is the other one of the dumbass duo

has freckles on her nose

is japanese

doesn't like sweet things usually eats traditional sweets made by her mom or things that are sour/bitter, but salty food has to be spicy asf

born, 14th april (aries)

her side teeth are really pointy

has long peach colored straight hair

‘‘I’d sell you to satan for one corn chip’‘

Akiho comes from a family of 3, she's the youngest sibling and she has that energy. She likes to play with her oldest brother children, doesn't want any on her own though. will fight anyone who is disrespectful, esp towards women

Hyunjin (-Though the god’s have left)

The tall girl slumps her body onto her girlfriend shoulder, watching her fry the fish in the pan into charcoal. Hyunjin wrinkles her nose in a attempt to push the glasses up without having to actually touch them, before she sighs deeply.

‘‘Just-’‘ she starts and softly takes ‘‘let me do it, otherwise you'll burn the kitchen down like last time’‘

Praveena puffs her cheeks up ‘’that actually wasn't my fault, it was the gasherd-’’

‘‘i know i know’‘ Hyunjin chuckles and kisses her cheek ‘‘but i have a exam tomorrow and i would like not not have an indigestion’‘ she frowns and flips the fish over and sighs. It seems the fish can’t be saved anymore.

INTRODUCTION HYUNJIN :

korean

has short dyed blue hair, but the back part is longer than the front part.

is ‘5′10

majors in engineering technology

born 14th may (taurus)

has literally no sense of style and wears glasses cause she has a slight astigmatism that you can't really see

has a mole next to her right eye

‘‘a financially unstable mess but at the liquor store they call me ma’am’‘

honestly out of all the characters i draw hyunjin the most. In the beginning she had shoulder length but then i shortened it because i liked it more. She's an only child and her mother runs a bakery while her father works in a office. She's the calm type that's constantly tired because she never sleeps

Praveena (-Though the god’s have left)

She shuffles the cards and lays them out on the table. The customers sees the fool, the moon and the star. Praveena touches them with her fingertips ‘’ you seem to be either at the beginning or at the end of a new journey ’’ she pauses and thinks ‘’but either way you're prepared for what is to come’’

The customers nods ‘’i'm soon moving away from this city’’

‘‘I see’‘ Praveena counters and points at the next card ‘‘the moon indicates that you’re hesitant and fearful in your decision, there might be something from the past that is holding you back and influencing you in the present and possibly the future

the customer tenses up, her eyes fixed on the card and her lips tight

‘‘though’‘ Praveena continues ‘‘at the end you’ll be at peace and glad that you pushed through all the turbulences

INTRODUCTION PRAVEENA :

tamil ,dark skin with long wavy violet dyed hair

Hyunjin’s girlfriend

has calm energy but is also very erratic

loves astrology & tarot

majors in psychology

5′5

born 20 july (cancer)

has droopy eyes

‘‘god cant help you now’‘

i made praveena cause i wanted a harmonious wlw couple, that have that ‘’old married pair’’ plus out of all the ocs those two are the ones that i drew first. Praveena has the tendency to blow things up how though is a mystery and hyunjin always has to clean up everything.

Imara (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘no listen, it doesn't make sense why would you wear a bra and some tight ass pants knowing you’re about to fight people who have knives and GUNS?’’ Imara asks perturbed.

‘‘Cause men are horny’‘ Rukiya retorts and raises an eyebrow

‘‘still doesn't make sense like wow!, some fucking boobs, like really? really? is that what gets you going? just some breast pressed up in a bra that is too damn tight and a flat stomach on a skinny ass girl that has absolute no muscles despite the training she went through?

Rukiya sighs ‘’ is this about-’’

‘‘lara croft yes’‘ Imara interrupts and slams her finger on the table ‘‘and im going to die on this hill that men shouldn't be allowed to create games!’‘

INTRODUCTION IMARA:

plays games a lot, esp the loz series

has curly dyed blonde hair that's mostly tied in a ponytail or a bun because she cant be bothered with it, though rukiya helps her all the time cause she never really learned how to deal with curly hair.

Is on a baseball sponsorship because she's that good (she's a pitcher)

is totally tone deaf unlike her twin

isnt good with crows ie: strangers crowding around her after her team won a game

is kenyan

5′9

has a mole next to her upper lips on the left side

loves 90's rnb & hip hop music

‘‘he proclaimed his undying love and asked me to do the same, i had to overcome my desire to laugh’‘

Imara does have a slight complex about being a twin because she feels like Rukiya is the cooler one despite people loving her too. She's loud and boisterous basically a chad, but better. She's dorky and literally spends her free time gaming but she doesn't just play any game shes v specific when it comes to that. Her mom always has a headache because of her but thats okay but in the end her mom loves her to death.

Ava (-Though the god’s have left)

‘’do you you know how much it's sucks that at the end of all of this , i'm the one waiting for them?’’ Ava exclaims ‘’that i'm the one who will have to watch them go through the door to be evaluated? that i'm ultimately the end?

‘‘you’re not all alone-’‘

‘‘you don't understand’’ Ava interrupts, as she points at the short girl ‘’ i will have to watch my mom, my family that raised me go through that door and know that that will be the last time i will see them in that body!’’

INTRODUCTION AVA:

She’s haitian

keeps her hair in a short chin length dark blue bob

majors in sociology

she and akiho are the ‘’comedy duo’’ of the group

is 5′6

born 4th november (scorpio)

‘‘my only crime was that i was down to clown’‘

When i make akiho i felt like she needed a companion so i made ava, both of them were inspired by the early 2000 shows characters. Although Ava likes to goof around she's also very studious and serious about her future. She comes from a family of 6 and she’s the second oldest. She and her older sister fight constantly

Nïrnaya (Dawn over the horizon)

‘‘Magic’‘ the elf stars, her tall stature hunched over the herbs ‘’ is in the nature we’re surrounded in, in the mountains that stand high and the rivers that flow into the deep sea’’

she straightens up and walks over to Nïrnaya ‘’ we might lose everything.’’ She pokes the girl on the forehead ‘’but magic will forever stay with you because its the core of your being‘’

INTRODUCTION NÏRNAYA :

shes a mischievous 15 year old

has black curly long hair that are mostly braided

does not want to do this whole adventure thing because of how it reminds her too much of the ‘’chosen one trope’’ and thats too much responsibilities

born during the year of the earth dragon

‘‘snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems’‘

i came up with this story and character because i wanted a book where a black girl for once was the main character, where she could experience the same thing as other mc (ie eragon etc) basically i wanted black representation in a medieval-esque world but with my own spin because the world itself is not very western like

#writeblr #character introduction #original character #writer #hua's word #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #character intro post #oc moodboard

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glamrockmonarch · 6 years ago

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Heeeey! Would you please write (a smutty story or headcanons, whatever you prefer) the reader's first time with 70s Brian where she akwardly admits she's still a virgin (even though she's at university)? Thank you in advance! (P.S. I just discovered your blog and I'm in love with your writing 💖💖💖💖💖💖)

I think I did something a little like this here. Anyway, I want to do this one too! I went nuts with the length (can you tell I’m thirsty for 70′s Brian???)

It’s 4137 words so...yeah a long one-shot for the soul! I hope you enjoy it, (I did not proof read, so it could be shit, I apologise if it is the case!)

You and Brian have been dating for quite some time; you met thanks to one of your professors, he had asked for a project to be done in teams, seeing as you and Brian were at the top of the class your professor decided you would be paired together to leave your classmates to fend for themselves. Although you didn’t know Brian that well, you had seen him around campus a lot and he was in almost all your lectures too. When you met at his place and you noticed his guitar you asked about it and conversation came easy between you. Brian was sweet and clear, he could come across as a bit shy but in reality, he was just very formal. You liked that. And he liked that you were so curious and eager to know more about anything that caught your attention. He found out you were taking guitar lessons a few months after you started going out, he thought it was cute from you to try to understand how he did the things he did. At the same time, Brian admired your dedication to your studies and family business. Your father had a large store in downtown, your family has a lot of money and you are aware you are lucky for it, but it is exactly for this reason that you have little experience in life.

When you met Brian you had never been to a concert, perhaps the ballet but it had always been with your parents. So upon hearing this, Brian had to take you out and show you the life you were missing out on. He took you to a deep purple concert - not without showing you as many records as he could. And after the concert, he took you home and made sure you got there safely.

While the band started to take off he worried you wouldn’t know what to do at the bars whenever you went to see them play, and you didn’t miss a show. You would stick to the bar and wait for the boys to come to you, which they always did at the end of the show. Usually, Roger would get there first with a girl or two in his arms somehow.

This night is different, you have been together for almost eight months and you have started to get more and more comfortable with each other. Intimacy is starting to escalate, for a few weeks now Brian will wrap his arms around you and crash his lips onto yours. You’ve found yourself kissing him back and pulling him closer too. It has also been evident to the rest of the band, with Roger even questioning his bandmate when the last time you two slept together was.

As you wait by the bar, you see the blonde drummer come into view with a tall girl by his arm already. You smile up at him and he leans into you to kiss your cheek.

“Night, Y/N. Liked the show?” He wonders.

You nod and turn around to follow him as you comment on the newest song they debuted tonight.

“How do you do that thing with your voice? It’s so high!” You shake your head in amazement.

Roger smiles and shrugs, the girl with him giggles at this.

“Swing by rehearsals, I could teach you.” He offers.

You are about to reply to your friend when a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you jump, scared of this closeness to a stranger.

“It’s me, it’s me!” You hear Brian chuckle behind you and bring a hand to your chest and the other to cover your mouth. “Sorry!”

“Roger you should’ve warned me!” You yell at him.

“No fun in it that way.”

Brian turns his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. You reach down and touch his arms before settling and leaning back onto him.

He raises his long arm and calls for a beer, once he gets it you pay for it instead.

“My treat!” You shush him when he refuses to let you pay for him. “A reward for an amazing show.” You explain.

There is a cough not far to your right, where Roger sits with the skinny girl on his lap.

“I’m buying a round for the band!” You announce and hand the barman the money.

You don’t do this often, in fact, you only buy them drinks after difficult times, when the band hasn’t had a gig in a while. You see it as a way of lifting their spirits.

For the rest of the night, you chat with the band as you find a table to sit at. Brian pulls you closer and wraps his arm around your shoulders, his hand falls free on your shoulder and you lean back onto his chest to look up at him from time to time. For a few weeks now you have been considering sleeping with him, it was a big deal though; it would be your first time. So you did not take it lightly, you wanted to be sure of it. So thinking that tonight might be the night, you had worn a pretty dress, it was slightly see-through but you it felt nice on your body. Your hair was pulled up in a half ponytail and your makeup remained as natural as ever.

You and Brian are the first to leave, you are not planning on going back to your place because of course your roommate would be there, Brian’s place seemed more appealing for this matter. You wonder if it was a good idea, but looking at the clock and at Brian’s band and flatmates it is clear that you will at least have a few hours to yourselves.

As the two of you walk out of the bar and into the chilly streets, you pull on Brian’s hand and make him stop halfway to his car.

“Hey, Bri?” You wait until he turns around to see you.

Standing on your tiptoes you bring your hands to his chest, skin visible from the open shirt he is wearing, and give his lips a tender kiss as you pull his coat closed over his body.

“Can we go back to yours tonight?” You say, and Brian places his hands on your hips nodding.

“If that’s what you want…” you nod this time.

It comes as a surprise to him, he does not want to get his hopes up; maybe you just want to literally sleep with him tonight, as you have done on multiple occasions already; although most of the previous times it had been due to long study session or because you two where to drowsy to attempt going home/taking you home.

And he is not gonna lie; he has been meaning to take you home and have you in his bed…it just does not seem like something you want at the moment. Your boyfriend is quite the observer, he notices your blush anytime he slides his hands under your skirt when you make out, the way you try to hide your surprise from him anytime you feel his erection on your thigh when you half straddle him… you have never gone all the way with him, and Brian has started to wonder if that might be because you have never slept with a man before.

Brian is not proud to admit he has recently touched himself thinking of you, and thinking of being the first man to have you makes him go wild. So of course, if you wanna go back to his place he will take you, and he will do to you as much as you allow him to, as much as you want him to do to you.

The ride there is quiet, as usual, you listen to the radio and make comments about the show, sometimes Brian tells you about something you did not catch from between the crowd.

You get to the small apartment in a matter of minutes due to the light night traffic.

When you get inside Brian takes your coat and drops it on the couch along with his. Turning around he shrugs as if he is wondering “what now?”. To answer you cup his face and kiss his lips slowly. It starts as something sweet and innocent, you feel his lips curl up into a smile against yours and wrap your arms around his neck, playing with some strands of his curly hair.

It takes him a moment to understand what’s going on but as he does, he pulls your body closer, squeezing your butt against him, and his lips move against yours a little harder, taking the lead to coax you into allowing him to show you the way. You moan into his lips and feel his tongue slip inside your mouth.

Brian pushes you into the wall, sliding his hands down your ass he pulls you up so you sit on a small table where he usually leaves his keys when he comes in. You whine but let him set you up there feeling a warmth growing between your legs; something you really have only felt with Brian. You feel hot and a bit aware of how your dress is riding up your thigh you let your hands slide down Brian’s front and pull your legs apart, opening up just enough space for him to stand between your knees when you pull at his waistband. Brian loses no time, dropping his hands on your S/C knees to let them drag up your thigh and up to your hips when he was close enough to push his nose against yours, teasing your lips but not quite touching them.

You pull his shirt out of his pants and slip your hands under the fabric to touch his stomach, his hot breath falls on your neck and you throw your head back to allow for him to kiss your delicate skin. Smiling you feel his hard-on pressed on your thigh and blush at the unfamiliar soreness in your insides as if you crave for him.

As if instinctively, you roll your hips against his, getting some sweet friction but just a little. Brian has never gone this with you so his judgment is clouded as to what to do, how to proceed…he needs affirmation that you want to go on. So he brings his eyes to level with yours and whispers to you.

“Y/N, love…” His thumb rubs circles on your hip, “do you want to…continue with this?”

Your eyes stare at his for a second before you look away in embarrassment. You nod, and as Brian is leaning in to kiss you, you speak up.

“But you have to know something…” you grow nervous. “I’m, I… I know it’s ridiculous coming from someone my age, but…I am a virgin, Bri.”

Brian’s brows rise up, although it is not something he is completely surprised to hear about.

“And you want to change that tonight?” Brian asks openly, “do you want to have sex?”

You feel like a child, giggling at the clarity of his words, but yeah, you do! With him! And you tell him so.

“Yes.” You decide to be as clear as he is being, “I want to lose my virginity to you.”

Your wording makes Brian’s heart flutter with pride and excitement. He knows this must mean a lot to you, otherwise, you wouldn’t have waited so long to do it. The way you have put it also makes Brian realise you don’t just want to do it and get it over with, but you want to do it with him.

He pulls your chin up and kisses your lips, this time he tries to remain calm and not push you harder into the kiss.

“In that case, we should probably go to my room,” Brian whispers.

You shiver and nod, biting your lip as he pulls away from you and offers you his hand to hold when you jump off the table. Your boyfriend leads you through the hall and into his room next to Freddie’s and across from Roger’s. The two of you walk in together and Brian closes the door behind you.

You look around his familiar room, a spotless space filled with books and scientific magazines. A pile of schoolwork still lays on his desk. Absentmindedly you reach to the side of your dress and pull the zipper down. Brian watches you and slides his hands under your arms to pull the dress off of your body. He kisses your exposed skin, starting with your shoulder and then your shoulder blade working his way down your back as your dress falls flat on the ground. You close your eyes and feel Brian’s hands on your waist before he looks for the clasp of your bra and unhooks the little metallic pieces. You hold your bra in place with a bright red face while he pushes the straps off your shoulders.

“Let me see you, love,” Brian whispers into your ear and caresses your arms you help you relax and drop them by your sides.

As you do so, you turn around to face your boyfriend. He stares into your eyes for a moment, grabbing your face with tenderness, and then lets his gaze fall down on your almost naked body. His hand goes to your breast and cups it with a delicate touch, squeezing it gently. You are almost ashamed to admit that it feels great, but you wonder now how it would feel to touch his naked chest. Without a second to spare you reach out and start undoing the buttons on his shirt till it falls open and you can push it off of Brian’s skinny body. He smiles at you and watches as you touch him, both of you trace lines only you can see on each other’s bodies and once your fascination is overpowered by lust you reach up and Brian pulls you close to kiss one another. This time you are both feeling hot, needy and just hungry for the other’s body.

Brian slides his jeans off and kicks them to the side, touching your legs and pulling your panties away as he leads you to the bed. You lay down and see Brian come up to you, not without dragging his lips along your thighs and hips, biting at them as he goes and leaving small red marks. Nibbling on your sensitive boobs and nipples before he comes to face you. His lips caress yours and you breathe heavily against his.

“Brian…” you mumble, not sure how to tell him you need him.

He brings his hand between your bodies and digs his finger in between your parted legs, finding your pussy wet and ready for him. His eyes close and he groans from the feeling, resting his forehead on yours; hearing you gasp at the sudden touch. You reach up and squeeze his shoulders, rolling your hips against his fingers now.

Brian admires your body for a full second before moving his thumb across your clit, rubbing you with expertise. You hide your head on the crook of his neck, breathing through your mouth and moaning when he puts a second finger inside you. It is obvious that Brian knows what he is doing, he brushes his lips on your cheek before speaking in a lower tone than usual.

“Do you think you can cum for me?” He buries his nose in your neck and bites on your skin, “hm?”

You reply by nodding and you grab his face in your hands to pull him down for an open-mouthed kiss that lasts little more than a few seconds as Brian pumps his fingers in and out of you, finding the right angle he opens his eyes to find you pulling away from his mouth. You moan out loud, louder than you would think decent, but it’s something you cannot help. Your leg shakes and you chase Brian’s fingers for more of that sweet pleasure.

Brian feels trapped in his boxers, but he wants to bring you to the edge if possible before he actually fucks you. He hears it is best if you’re wet on your first time, so he is making sure you will be ready and he won’t hurt you - at least not for long.

He loves the sounds coming from your lips, he pushes his nose against yours and catches your delirious breaths as they come.

“Brian…” you moan against his lips, a knot coming together in your belly, pulling at all your strings, starting from your spine. “Is this…?” You hum and push his hair back, closing your eyes, “it feels so good!”

“And it can feel even better.”

Brian grazes your lips with his, rubbing his nose on yours at the same time his thumb runs over your clit.

“Show me.” You moan again, your hips rolling against his hand once again, lost in that fruitless chase for an orgasm. “Brian, please show me!”

Your boyfriend pulls his hands away, noticing your whines as he does so, but he rushes to discard his underwear and looks up at you as you stare at his hard cock, absentmindedly you lick your lips and pull your hair behind your ear. Brian hates to tie his own hair, and he really loves it when you let yours down too. So once he is aligned to your entrance, before going further he undoes your pretty little half ponytail.

You giggle and put your hands on his chest.

“Will it hurt?” You mumble.

Brian has little experience with virgin girls, so he is left opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head full of curls.

“Alright, just…just be gentle, Bri.” You touch his collarbone and pull on his necklaces to get him to hover over you.

“Always.” He assures you and kisses the top of your nose.

This gesture makes you feel safe every time. You giggle and kiss his nose back before he announces to you that he will go on.

You take a deep breath and feel him rub his cock along your folds for a moment before he finally enters you. It feels as if something breaks, and you gasp when it stings, however, Brian continues to push all the way inside your pussy.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, almost feeling bad for how good it feels for him.

He could tell your hymen was still there, he pushed past it easily and knew you felt it from the sudden breath you took through your teeth. But oh, dear Lord did he feel good…you were so warm and tight around him. He waited for you to get used to his body before trying to move again, and you opened your eyes a few seconds later, giving him a little smile.

“Yes, it just stung a bit…” you admitted, “not your fault, I think you can move now.”

With a raised brow he asks in silence if you are sure and by slipping your arms around his neck you let him know he can go on.

Brian pulls out slowly, watching your face as you stare into his eyes, you still feel some pain but as your boyfriend thrusts back into you over and over your breathing starts to get worked up and you feel yourself grow wet again, your legs wrap around Brian’s body and you close your eyes in ecstasy, daring to roll your hips against his now. The only sound in the room is the one fo skin slapping skin and you can’t stay quiet anymore, moaning his name and digging your nails into his back.

“Brian…” you feel his nose on your neck and throw your head back so he starts biting on your skin. “That feels so good…s’good, Bri!”

Brian grunts against your skin, feeling your walls welcome him, your hips rolling to the rhythms of his thrusts, he pulls on your leg and his grip on your thigh tightens.

“Uh-hu!” He mumbles, “oh, you feel so amazing…” he praises. “Cum for me, love.”

Your hands slide down his chest when he straightens up, he pulls away from your face and leaves you gasping for air as he stands on his knees and grabs your hips, Brian thrusts harder into you and your hands shoot up to the headboard rocking back and forth as you use it for support. His cock hits a spot unknown to you every single time and you cry out in pleasure. His name loses meaning as it falls from your lips and while he wants you to cum first he feels himself on the edge as your walls start twitching around him.

“I’m-I’m…” your toes curl with the strength of your orgasm hitting you, finally your body is tied up in your lower belly, everything explodes suddenly and you feel your pussy contract against Brian’s hard cock that still fucks you relentlessly. “Brian!”

He looks down at you, arching your back on his bed, screaming his name in nothing but pure bliss. You look like porn but he loves it. He loves watching you like this, and he cannot help but looking forward to seeing you like this again and again.

The guitarist cums a couple of seconds later, spilling his cum on your belly. You watch the hot spurts pour onto your body as Brian gives himself a few strokes to finish. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open as his head is thrown back and his Adam’s apple appears protruding on his neck.

He lets your legs go and you wrap them around him with the little energy you still have.

“I thought you’d be gentle.” You whisper with a tired smile on your face.

Brian steps back, tapping on your legs, and grabs some tissue paper to clean himself up before coming back to bed and cleaning you up, apologizing for the mess.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him, “next time we should just use a condom,” you make a pause, “I think my sister is on the pill, maybe I should look into that…”

Brian finishes cleaning up and kisses your knee as he comes back to bed. He cannot help but want more of your naked figure while you lay there with your knees bent and parted, chest still heaving from the lovemaking.

“What?” Brian looks up before pressing a couple of random shallow kisses on your stomach and breasts.

You hum in response to his actions and watch him come up to your face, he gives you a peck on the lips.

“So are you thinking this will be a regular thing?” He tries to mask his excitement but fails miserably by the look on his face.

“Well, of course!” You grin.

The two of you breathe heavily as you lay in his bed, your bodies still tangled together. Brian sits back with his head against the headboard and pulls you so you are laying with your back against his chest.

“I have really been missing out!” You say, pulling his arms tighter around your middle after he covers your body with his sheets.

Brian chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “I think it was worth the wait.”

There is a knock on Brian’s door and you frown as he yells back at whoever it is not to come in.

“Don’t come in, what do you want?” You feel his body vibrate behind you.

“Hey…uh…can I open the door now?” It sounds like Roger.

“No!” Brian warns him, but the door is slightly pushed open by a grinning Rog. He waves at you with amusement. “Get out!”

Your boyfriend pulls the covers further up your body and reaches to throw a pillow at his friend, but you stop him as Roger speaks up.

“Since the whole building knows that you are here, Y/N, I was thinking I might as well invite you to our band practice tomorrow morning.”

There is a wave of embarrassment washing over your whole body as you hear this but you have known Roger for a while now and you decide to handle this with as much grace as you can.

“Thank you, Rog. I would love to be there!”

Roger gives his bandmate a smug smile and calls a goodnight to the two of you.

“You know, we had our doubts that Brian was not a lady-pleaser but now…” Rog pointed his finger at the two of you, “sometimes it’s good to know you’re wrong!”

“Leave!” Brian yells at his friend.

“Goodnight, lovebirds!” Roger calls and there is some whistling coming from the hallway.

Requests are closed at the moment!

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thevoilinauttheory · 5 years ago

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Body Aesthetic || Danny

As tagged by @houserosaire! Thank you! I did one for Max a long while back, but here it is!

[ BODY ]

[ HEIGHT ]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Turquoise. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Mismatched.

[ HAIR ]

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Pompadour. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. PonyTail. Braid. Locks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Going Grey. Platinum blonde (”grey”). Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Orange. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. Henna tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Forearm tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ]

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

[ SCENT ]

[ CLOTHES ]

Jeans. Loose pants. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colours. Pastels. Light colours. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light Arbor. || Mask, long robes, green / nature colors, heavy gloves.

[ SHOES ]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

Tagging: whoever would like to do this because I’m late and I am super tired! please tag me “orz

#tagged answers #about: Danny Harold

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unimpressedperson · 6 years ago

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Jackpot | pt. I

(Found this picture in @youthstuffs , thank you for posting it)

Genre: Fluff and Crack, I guess...

Warnings: Mentions of lap dance, boner and ejaculation (it’s not smutty, tho)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x @taesbetch , Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Counting: 7.6k

Synopsis: Nya spent her whole life in Las Vegas, she would never imagine that local knowledge would ever be useful. However, her vision changed when Kim Seokjin appeared and introduced her to a few friends, film producers, whose needed guidance through Las Vegas underrated places for a movie. She agreed in working for them, and in that moment none of their lives would ever be the same. What happens in Vegas, not always has to be kept in Vegas.

A/N: Heeeeeeeey Nya!! Here is the first part of your one shot (now two shots? Lol), well. First thing first, it’s not a proper romantic chapter, since I used it more for entertainment and slyly making the characters bond, not explicitly making them stay together. It was fun to write and create every place I described (none of them actually exists in Las Vegas, I mean there is something similar to Eleganza & Extravaganza, but in Brazil). I made a bunch of references to RuPaul’s Drag Race, and some from movies (The Hangover, Showgirls, Agent 83, 21, etc). Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, I swear the second part if fluffier and way more what’s expected from an one shot. Forgive any grammatical mistakes. Good reading xX

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The air smelled like whiskey and freshly cleaned wood. The slots were noisy and people yelled at them. The red walls and black carpet covered by footprints. Behind a long and wide curtain, a whole bunch of casino tables were in use. Blackjack making the dollar bills fly from hand to hand, trading them for casino chips. Money was lost and gained. People got in hopeful, chances mostly playing against their odds, but still willing to try and gain a fortune.

— Not everyone is Rain Main, though. - Namjoon said whilst looking through the tables, accompanied by his fellows Jungkook, Yoongi and Hoseok.

— Totally, why are we here anyways? We don’t gamble. You always told me not to play with lucky. - Jungkook held tight on his leather jacket sleeves.

— Do you know how to count cards? It’s illegal. If you get arrested I’ll show up only to mock you in jail. - Yoongi said, but decided to chill and buy a drink, tapping on his back pocket, looking for his wallet, not feeling it. - Shit, I think I lost my wallet with my cards, ID and money.

— You dropped it on the elevator’s floor. - Hoseok threw the wallet in Yoongi’s direction and grinned. - You took an eternity to notice.

— Why did I even brought you guys? Everyone is behaving like underage virgins trying to get in a strip club with an illegal ID. - Namjoon rolled his eyes and stopped, turning around on his calves. - Pull yourselves together, we are here ‘cuz Seokjin told me there’s someone willing to guide us through Las Vegas. It’s a woman and she works here.

— I miss Jin-hyung. He never denied a drink to his pals. - Hoseok said pouting, then getting back to his grinning self. - Is she that clever? Like, we travelled from England to Las Vegas short-noticed, she must be an ace, human map.

— You trust me, I trust Kim Seokjin and he trusts Nya. - Namjoon said and kept walking, looking for the indicated woman. According to her profile picture on Whatsapp, she had a curly brown hair, big dark eyes, with delicate yet strong facial traits. He checked the time on his cellphone, 7 p.m, Nya should finish her shift in one hour, but checking twice never harms.

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Nya was feeling hot with her uniform. Not hot as sexy, but hot in the sense of igniting. Her white long-sleeved shirt was buttoned up, the vest warming everything even more. Not mentioning the constant stinging on her legs, caused by hours standing still distributing cards and, occasionally, trading money for chips. Still irritated, she focused on something else, specifically four koreans lads, dressed in casual clothings and staring around, as if they were looking for someone, Nya knew whom, but couldn’t yell or wave to call, since her manager wouldn’t approve such behavior.

A few months before she met with another korean guy, Kim Seokjin, with his broad shoulders covered by expensive suits, impeccable black hair and sharp tongue. Nya liked to chat with him, and shortly after found out he was looking for a guide to shown places in Las Vegas, affording to pay for the service. Everyone around were trying to get money through gambling, but the lucky one didn’t even touch a slot. Jade earned over US$1 thousand grands for her service.

Not long after, Seokjin contacted again claiming that he had indicated her work for a few friends. Acknowledging how rich he was, then a group of friends could pay even more. Whilst listening to the man explaining who the clients were, Nya was mentally chanting to ‘Billionaire’ by Bruno Mars.

The man sent a contact named ‘Kim Namjoon’. Nya and the new customer discussed additional informations, such as location and time to meet. Of course she knew he could show up earlier to check. Every sane one would confirm.

However, taking an attentive look at Seokjin’s friends, no one impressed her much. They were beautiful, specifically the taller one with lilac hair, Kim Namjoon himself, but also seemed to be a group of penny-pinchers. Great, there goes her ‘Billionaire’ dreams, landing straight on ‘Thrift Shop’ by Macklemore.

Once Namjoon finally detected Nya, he pulled his group of friends in the table’s direction, seating on a vague chair and staring at her, talking politely to the other players: an old lady wearing a thick fur-coat, black hair in a high ponytail and a white man with brown curly hair and using a Gucci sweater.

— Is that a lucky table? My friends here insist in saying I’m a jinx. - Namjoon asked and smiled, making the old lady blush and Nya side grinning.

Hoseok decided to take Yoongi and Jungkook to the bar, leaving the lilac haired man there, but promising to bring him a drink. Namjoon didn’t seem to care, trying to find a subtle way to ask Nya when her shift ends. He wasn’t aware if everyone knew about the side job as a guide.

— Oh, one of my fellows stopped by a few hours ago and played on that same table. When will your shift end? Isn’t that overworking? - Namjoon “casually” questioned. trying his best to sound chill and not psycho.

— Do you want another card, miss? - Nya asked and pulled one ‘red queen’ from the deck of cards, watching how the lady huffed in frustration. - Yes, today I worked literally for two. I’m covering a friend of mine. Thank you for your concern, but my shift ends in… Fifteen minutes.

— Oh, I worked in a bar once. It’s tiring. You should receive extra; - The man with curly brown hair said and asked for another card, completing a Blackjack and hissing in happiness.

Namjoon grinned flashing one dimple, looking at his wallet and casually announcing that he would buy a ‘lucky charm’ (a green drink, actually) before playing and stood up, giving a tip to Nya. Between the bills there was a paper saying he would wait for her at the bar.

Particularly, Namjoon felt stupid about being so secretive, the same did Nya. Behaving like they were trafficking drugs or selling a kidney for the Black Market. However, it also added to the experience of exploring Las Vegas, a Mission Impossible sort of situation.

Oh, Namjoon wished to be wearing a suit to feel like Agent 83, pondering the idea of looking for a phonecase shaped as a shoe.

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— So, what are your names again? - Nya asked walking off the casino door, being followed by the four men. She was now wearing a black skinny jeans, plain white t-shirt and carrying her jacket on one of the arms.

— Kim Namjoon. I’m the one who contacted you. - The tall man with lilac soft hair said, a deep voice matching his very well distributed body form. Nya found him interesting and smart.

— Min Yoongi. - The tiniest one with black hair and round glasses said, whilst checking something on his phone. He seemed a little intimidating, but in certain angles his cheeks became chubby, giving a much cuter air. What a duality.

— Jung Hoseok, but call me Hobi. - The one with blonde wavy hair pronounced, smiling and flashing his small dimples around the mouth. A cheerful aura seemed to surround him, maybe it was all the neon lights coming from every casino and hotel.

— My name is Jeon Seagull. - Jungkook said and watched Nya’s expression switch from playful and calm to confused.

— What? Is that serious? - She asked furrowing her eyebrows.

Everyone laughed loudly, confusing her even more. She never felt comfortable not understanding inside jokes from friends, the brown haired woman felt slightly left out from the conversation.

— No, I’m just kidding. My name is Jeon Jungkook. - He said and shook her hand, smiling and shortly after continuing. - Do you want to know the story behind the whole Jeon Seagull thing?

Before she could answer, Jungkook began telling his story. Apparently the boy with cherry coloured hair used to be an idol in Korea, in a boy group from 15 to 21. When he decided to quit singing dumb songs about girls and conquer his dreams.

— When I chose to become part of that group, the managers decided that Jungkook wasn’t a good name, so based on where I was born they decided to call me Jeon Seagull, supposedly appealing even to fans from outside Korea. - Jungkook said and wagged his hand around. - Well, after years I quitted, graduated in cinema and went to England, where I met these douchebags.

— Is there anyone hungry or just me? I know a place with good and cheap food. - Nya said and glanced in Namjoon’s direction. - It's also very private, so we can discuss my commission and, once again, clarify your intentions, places to visit and contacts needed. Even a girl with good friends requires some checking before confirming.

Hoseok felt his stomach complaining. The peanuts eaten whilst waiting for Nya didn't trick his greedy and quick metabolism. Also, Yoongi was sick worried about some account numbers from the previous project, trying his best to fix finances before engaging in international business, but food and a good cup of coffee would help him think rationally. The men agreed and watched the woman waving her left hand to stop a cab.

- x - x - x - x -

Nya took the group to a small diner. They sat down and ordered some coffee and bagels with cream cheese, as an entrance. ‘The Devito’ had a lot resemblances with Pop's from Riverdale, which itself reminded any 50s diner. Red couches instead of chairs, white tables, everything decorated with vintage chachki and posters. The ambient music (Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi) provided by a wooden jukebox. The waiters and waitress all dressed in white pants, cream and red plaid shirts, rolling around in expensive looking skates (Namjoon was surprised, claiming he could barely stand still in hard ground. Yoongi confirmed telling that the first time they met, they almost managed to get killed by a bus in London, after the taller one tripped on his feet and nudged him).

Whilst eating bagels and chatting about impersonal topics, Namjoon took a sip from his coffee and began the business talk.

— So, Nya. What's your price? - Namjoon asked not looking straight at the woman’s eyes, trying to see what Yoongi was doing on his phone.

— Hm, it depends. - Nya said, brushing off the conversation with Jungkook about Transformers being sorted in Hogwarts houses (Optimus Prime is totally a Ravenclaw, Bumblebee despite of his colours is a total Gryffindor). - See, Seokjin paid me US$1k because he is rich and cocky, but I accept less. Also, I take in count how dangerous wherever you want to visit is. I ain't gonna risk my neck for a few dimes. Also, if I understood it right, then we’ll be together from now til morning, did I get it? Maybe a bit of the afternoon, but since I worked two shifts today, conquered the right for a day off.

— Fair and right. - Yoongi said and popped his tongue, putting his phone down and digging in relief. - See, we can pay US$600 for your job, maximum. You are not going to take us in dangerous places, mainly because we are tracking and trying to rent establishments for filming. I personally don't think it's secure to break in a crack house, aimed with expensive professional cameras, and other cinematic knick knack. At least not with an indie production budget.

— Oh, I get it, but you still didn't clarify what kind of places we are going. - Nya looked at Yoongi, but shortly after glanced in Namjoon's direction again. - Where do you want to go tonight, sir?

— Our new project is rather bold, and sassy, and if you want to use the right vocabulary, then it's also fierce. - Namjoon said smiling, not a large full of teeth kind of smile, but a proud and dimpley one. - We want to attend Drag Queen clubs, stripclubs, bars, cheap hotels and stores, specifically department stores and somewhere to buy wigs.

The woman tried to imagine their upcoming movie, with drag queens, strippers, cheap clothings, alcohol and possibly a whole load of LGBT representation. Yeah, Namjoon made the right choice, Las Vegas had everything they needed for under loan prices. She herself knew people who could snatch someone's face to star in a movie. Differently from Seokjin (who paid for attending comedy shows, expensive hotels, top knot restaurants, he also wanted to meet famous people, and Elvis matchmaker. His movie was cliche, a common romcom), Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok and Jeon Jungkook wanted to go further, know the veins and core of Vegas. Entertainment in it's raw and most interesting form. Nya was excited.

— This sounds so amazing. It seems like a match between Priscilla and Showgirls. - Nya spoke wistfully and with a lightweight looking face. - What's the movie about?

— Well. First thing first, our last project wasn't very acclaimed and complimented by critics. They said the movie was predictable, quality so low compared to previous releases. Deception, that vastly said word really bugged us. - Hoseok took the word and began talking, tapping his long and skinny finger on the cold table material. - After a few weeks thinking and searching, me and our main writer, Taehyung, decided to dive in LGBT culture. Months of writing and studying brought us the golden idea.

“A famous drag queen in Vegas, confident and talented. She spent her life dancing and lip syncing for money bills during night, whilst writing for a local newspaper on the astrology column during day. One night, though, during a show she meets with a drag king. - Hoseok took a sip from his coffee and continued. - That night changed everything, Moonchild, as we named the character, learns what love is and how narrow minded LGBT community itself is, cuz between drinks and night outs with Jimmy Humble, she finds out he is actually a transman. They also meet a girl working on the same restaurant as Jimmy, and she is a stripper dealing with some problems related to genetics. The story is very angst, fluff, defying… Fierce.”

— I already know where to take you. - She pronounced and drank the last bit of coffee. - Also, I won't charge the guidance with a simple condition: you guys will employe and give screen time to a few people I'm going to introduce. Genius artists with a career slamming on their backs, but poor chances of starring something without incentive and purpose.

Namjoon and Yoongi glazed down at her with a weird expression. No grand service comes for free. Was Nya being serious? Guiding a bunch of foreigners through Las Vegas streets charging not even a dollar? They stared at each other, having a silent talk, the kind of talk only people really close can have.

— Ok, so you don't want the US$600? You are willing to drag us around for free, only with a guarantee that we are hiring a few friends of yours? - Yoongi asked, raising one eyebrow, suspicious, almost suspecting on her kindness.

— Yeah, you got it. - She confirmed and put both hands together on her own lap. - You pay my friends and I give you informations obtained after years wandering around Las Vegas.

— Geez woman, if Seokjin mentioned you were Jesus Christ level of humble, then I'd have brought something for you to bless, or I don't know, a leprous to cure. - Jungkook told between chuckles. - You are a saint.

— Don't exaggerate, Kook. - The lilac-haired man slapped lightly the younger's hand. - But in fact, it's very humble of you. Although, we will still pay for cab and every meal or drink you have. We are not Scrudges after all. Except for Yoongi, he has a scorpion in his wallet poisoning whoever tries to spend more than the affordable.

They ordered dinner (burgers with cheddar and barbecue sauce). Hoseok stood up and had a toast in Nya's name.

- x - x - x - x -

After having a great dinner, and Namjoon paying for her, Nya decided to begin the night by heading to a bar. Mainly because it was near and they could get there in five minutes. Also, she knew who owned it, even though nothing glamorous would be seem, the place could be weirdly welcoming with cheap drinks, bitter beer and mostly mushy peanuts.

The establishment was small. Diego, an immigrant from Mexico, opened his pub in 1991 and struggled to keep it alive, until a horde of hipster decided to use his place as a meeting place, boosting his cashier.

Rustic but endearing. Namjoon felt amazed by how both adjectives coexisted perfectly. Las Vegas had so many bright neon lights and huge bars with overpriced HORRIBLE drinks, yet Nya managed to find somewhere small and cozy. Even though Yoongi complained about how weird the peanuts and pistachios tasted, they agreed on considering it to rent as a location to film, discussing how to fit flawlessly with the script.

The walls were light green full of colorful images from beautiful latina women, contrasting with the plain black floor. Small brown tables with two plastic chairs each. The drinks served weren't diversified, basic and some of them traditionally from Mexico. Kim Namjoon paid a round of tequila for everyone and turned his shot in a gulp.

The lilac haired man was paying attention to Nya, who chatted animated with the owner, a tanned man with a shaved face and big cheeks, bald and skinny, beside his preeminent belly, result of years drinking doses and doses of beer. They seemed like family, catching up on how Cousin Shirley is no longer working for him, because she moved to New York binging graduate college there. Also, Namjoon overheard something about a relative dead after trying to cross the border between USA and Mexico.

Sad. Nya’s expression turned from lightweight and joyful to sorrow. Apparently she knew the dead man and couldn't attend his funeral. Namjoon took another shot of tequila and tried to focus on Yoongi and Hoseok fitting the bar into a scene, apparently there was a moment where Jimmy Humble tries to mingle among cisgender people in a bar, but the result is saddening.

Jungkook was a clever guy, genius filming and editing, but very naive on daily basis. Whilst chatting with the bartender he decided to play arm-wrestling, even though the lady clearly had the task of carrying gallons filled with beer, so she was strong, toned and tanned arms, wide shoulders and a pin-up tattooed on her biceps, the face delicate, like a sunflower surrounded by black curls instead of petals. Beautiful, a very beautiful young lady, whose beat Jungkook three times in a row.

The guide in charge dried a small tear and glanced at the lilac haired man. He was quiet and observant, whilst his friends were mingling and socializing (or like Yoongi, just chatting with someone here and there), Kim Namjoon observed and drank from a huge mug of beer, such as soaking his brain in new visual information, reading the place and absorbing its story and culture. Nya liked that about him, even meeting him for a few hours now, she could tell Namjoon's soul had been around for ages. Hoseok and everyone else were smart, but the tall guy was wise.

— Why did you choose to become a movie director? - Nya sat beside Namjoon and queried, shortly after took a sip on her own beer (“Here mi hija, a treat from Tio Diego. Give your silent friend one too”).

— I don't know. - Namjoon replied, mind still wandering around the bar, asking himself if Tio Diego actually met all the ladies framed around in pictures. - I actually started working with audio, producing music and stuff, but after a couple years only dealing with sounds bored me. I was happy, but not joyful. So I decided to change a little and start a job with movie soundtracks. Not long after and directing became an interest. So I joined college to study cinema. Now I’m the Captain Kirk of my Enterprise, controlling the british indie cinematography market, and all with my oldest friend Spock, as known as Min Yoongi.

— Interesting. Deeply interesting. - Nya cooed and soaked her throat with a long sip of beer. - Have you never considered the idea of working for big studios? Like, Paramount?

Before properly answering, Namjoon chuckled and took his phone from one of the pockets, unlocking it and looking for something on internet. He passed the mobile to Nya’s hand. Shining under her sight was a movie poster of a man dressed like a doctor, butterflies flying around him.

— Butterfly Voices. - They said in sync, however Kim continued speaking in a slow pace. - Three years ago I tried to get in the selective environment of mainstream cinema. I spent years working on a script worth of Hollywood. My great chance appeared, I held it with teeth and claws. The budget wasn't great, mainly because most people weren't aware of me. After the release, tabloids spread false informations about how much the film cost, also whenever you hit a great public in theaters and become a so called ‘popular director’, critics seems to get dumber. Their criticisms about Butterfly Voices weren't serious, only mean comments on nonexistent things. After understanding how poisonous fame is, I decided to go focus again in producing my independent movies. It's less tiring and weary.

— Oh my god. Is that the movie about the doctor who married another doctor, and after his wife passed away her spirit became a kind of guide, helping him to make decisions and ace surgeries? - Nya questioned and Namjoon nodded quietly. - I cried like a baby when her soul began fading after a psychiatrist friend gave him pills to schizophrenia, and he realised his wife's image was nothing but a trick from his widowed mind. You are a good director.

— Thank you. It's a pity Rotten Tomatoes critics didn't have the same thought. They classified Butterfly Voices as frustrating and merciless, on the edge of a low budget Sixth Sense. - The lilac-haired was feeling comfortable around Nya, maybe the alcohol began kicking, or maybe she was actually chill and trustworthy. - I never really talked about my experience with mainstream cinema. Everyone always looks up on my finances, criticizing and judging how much less money I gain from producing indie movies, of course comparing with what I got paid in Hollywood. I don't care about it. My mental health is a priority, and dealing with popularity amongst tabloids made me have anxiety attacks.

— Yeah. Michael Jackson tried to advise us. Only the fools ignored the King of Pop. - Nya slipped one hand and touched lightly Namjoon's pinky, blushing and watching him smirk with her side vision.

They stayed there, touching pinkies and nonspeaking for over ten minutes, until Jungkook came closer and asked when they were heading to another place. In Namjoon's opinion the young cherry-haired lad got tired of losing to Tania in arm wrestling, even though he would never admit it.

— Where are you taking us now, Nya? - Yoongi turned to look at her with smiley eyes, matching his gummy grin.

— Let me see… What about a bar RuPaul's Drag Race themed? - She scratched her own chin, as if expressing doubt. - Then a strip club where I know a few girls.

— It's a yes from me. - Hoseok yelled from one of the corners.

- x - x - x - x -

— Glamour. EXTRAVAGANZA. Fierce. Bang! Bang! Bang! Yaaaaas kweeeeeen! - Hoseok got in ‘Drag mode’ as soon as they arrived, making the use of every LGBT slang he knew.

— Hobi, I'm telling you this as a friend, don't overuse your drag vocabulary. - Namjoon said putting one hand on his shoulder. - I don't want to be kicked out a place cuz my friend is borderline offensive when gets excited.

— Don't you throw shade at me, henny. - Hobi replied and poked out his tongue.

— You really made a deep research before writing the script, didn't you? - Nya raised an eyebrow in Hoseok’s direction.

— Absolutely. - Hoseok answered mimicking Gia Gunn [a Drag Race competitor from season 6].

Despite the long waiting line, Nya's contact allowed them to get in before everyone else. The group entered and took a sit on one table decorated with glitter and a menu where foods and drinks were named after RuPaul’s Drag Race queens. Ambient itself was pure glam, with pink walls ornate tiles and frames of quotes, queens, RuPaul herself, etc. On a huge TV screen was airing an old episode of RPDR. Waitress were all in drag, most of them looking like Trixie Mattel, but with slightly less makeup.

— Hm, I'll have the same as always, Peeps. A ‘Naomi Smalls’ with extra ice. - Nya pronounced after asking how the waitress in front of them was doing lately. - What do you guys will want?

— I don't know, this Monique Heart seems amazing, but I'm not in the mood for ice cream and Coca-Cola. - Yoongi cooed and stared down at the menu, turning the page and his eyes began glowing. - Oooh I want a Cuba Libre, I mean, a Bianca Del Rio.

— I will have one of my favourite queen. - Hoseok said and popped his tongue, again, for the fiftieth time in ten minutes, chosing a drink made of strawberry juice and vodka. - Make me an Alyssa Edwards, please. Okurrrr?

— I'm so sorry for my friend. - Namjoon said and rolled his eyes. - I want a portion of ‘backrolls’ [basically fried pork] and one Charlie Hides, I prefer Guinness, but I can have whatever beer it is.

— Gosh, there are over 100 options. - Jungkook pointed out, still paging through the menu, eyes brightening after seeing an Amarula drink. - But, a Bebe Zahara it will be.

— Nice choices. I particularly prefer a dose of Adore Delano with portions of Latrice Royale. - Peeps told and wrote their order in a beautiful calligraphy, leaving quickly right before.

— I loved this place. I’m gagging, bish - Hoseok chanted, smiling so big you could see his molars. - Namjoon, I know we won't film here, image copyright and all, but can we help them out? Announcing their establishment during the movie.

Namjoon sighed deeply and glanced at Yoongi. They spoke again with looks and eyebrow raises.

— As long as they don't charge a fortune to borrow their front door, we can try to get an agreement. - Yoongi affirmed petting Hobi’s forearm.

Nya kept on admiring Namjoon. Everyone seemed so chaotic or worried whilst himself, the boss in charge, was chill and mostly unimpressed, even surrounded by tall men dressed in drag and serving food. How could he not even express amusement to everything around? Wasn't it all different enough? She wasn’t getting paid for guiding them, but still would feel so much better having at least a glimpse of his approval. Jungkook was clearly rolling on joy like a pig in mud, Hoseok after spending so much time searching and digging in LGBT culture, had the time of his life in a RPDR themed bar, Yoongi felt content with good drinks and slowly solving their filming location problem. But what about Namjoon?

Well, he was sipping on his beer and chatting mostly with Yoongi, occasionally smiling and flashing dimples. The neon lights reflected and turned his hair even more purple, also turning Jungkook’s wires into a brighter cherry red. They seemed comfortable, which was great. Nya reminded when some homophobes tried to destroy the place by throwing rocks and setting fire. Eleganza & Extravaganza almost turned into ashes and dust. However, allies and LGBT folks raised money to reconstruct everything broken or burned.

The woman felt tempted to ask for a sneak peak on the script, but they would never reach that level of intimacy in only two hours. Her relationship with them was strictly professional by now, even having fun and possibly end up getting wasted in Las Vegas.

Nya loved her self-proclaimed job.

It’s not like Nya used to guide people around Las Vegas often, actually the first time was when Jin offered cash, in exchange of a sightseeing based on a local point of view. As he said, no one knows good places better than someone residing there. Even not expressing, meeting new clients made her restless for days, always rattling or zoning out. What if the experience end up being a deception? Despite Seokjin compliments, every single one has a different predilection, maybe bringing them to places she thought were appropriate and not regular ones, could go right or could go wrong.

Fortunately, Yoongi cackling and almost choking over Jungkook trying to sip his drink through with the nose, oh small - yet unbelievably bizarre - moment like those boosted her confidence. Nya laughed out loud when Hoseok punched Jeon’s shoulder:

— You better respect this temple, you heathen, RuPaul faithless. - The blonde one pronounced in a mocking tone. - We ain’t here to parteeey.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and slapped lightly the back of Hoseok’s head. They definitely were having fun.

The lilac-haired man was also admiring Nya. As someone living off of a business where, in its essence, who you know defines who you are, watching someone with so many contacts amused him. Although, what actually got his attention was how caring the woman behaved towards everyone, she literally spoke to whoever approached them as relatives. Uncle Diego, Aunt Tania, whilst the waiter/waitress were treat like cousins. It seemed like outcasts from Las Vegas were her family.

How did she knew so many people? Nothing plausible actually occurred to him.

- x - x - x - x -

After leaving the Eleganza & Extravaganza a bit tipsy, one more drink and Namjoon would lose control over Hoseok and Jungkook, so he decided it was time for finding a strip club, since one of the characters worked as a stripper. After jumping in a cab and Nya saying where to take them, everyone agreed in not having more alcoholic beverages until the end of night. As if.

The cab dropped them in front of a very common-looking strip club. Seriously, it was almost comic on how stereotyped the place seemed to be. Teets had a huge neon billboard with a female body traced in red, a huge bodyguard (whose looked a lot like Thing from Fantastic Four, before being turned into a walking rock), no line though. Nya hugged that man and waved at Namjoon and his friends.

— Uncle Ben, those are friends of mine and we need to get in Teets. - Nya stated smiling brightly, one of his HUGE arms around her small shoulders, whilst she pointed at Namjoon. - This is Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, they are entrepreneurs from the cinema business and need a location for their upcoming release.

— Hi guys, nice to meet more friends of Nya. - So called Uncle Ben shook hands with everyone. Jungkook and his nerdy ass really inquired if everything was a dream or a joke, someone looking like Thing from Fantastic 4, with the same name, but changing everything when “uncle” word appeared first. A punchy Jeon Jungkook looked around trying to find cameras, Human Torch or someone, ironically, named Peter Parker. - Nice to know you guys are interested in using Teets as a location, they could make the use of some promotion.

— Well, we are here and willing to help. - Hoseok babbled and grinned, still fazed by their previous location.

— I’ll let you guys in, but don’t do anything stupid. I don’t want to kick your arses out of stablishment. - Uncle Ben sounded serious, and no one wanted to play with Uncle Ben.

Ben stepped aside and allowed them in. Jungkook, who was biting inside his cheeks desperately trying to contain any unnecessary commentary, turned around and said, with brawn and brain.

— We will behave. With great powers comes great responsibility. - Jungkook felt flushed, yet content and relieved. Namjoon and Yoongi on the other hand almost choked, considering the idea of kicking the youngest one out themselves.

The black hallway, illuminated by dirty yellowish lights, was full of pictures, mostly old Playboy Magazine posters and covers, but a few original pictures from their most successful strippers also existed. Before reaching the main room, where the stage and bar resided, Nya stopped them and turned around.

— So there are a few advices I feel the need to give. - Nya cleared throat, scratching the back of her neck uncomfortably. - First: don't touch the girls, unless you pay for more physical contact, or they find you cute. I don’t know how strip clubs in United Kingdom works, so better to be safe than sorry. Second: lap dances will most definitely happen, so just try not to get stuck in the heat of the moment, ‘cuz no one would feel comfortable around an unsolved boner.

She swung her weight from one foot to another, trying to gather words. Nya knew a few girls working there, some actually used to be classmates during high school. Old friendships and, just like every other, valuable ones.

— Some of the girls I want to be casted are here. - She mumbled, mentally thanking God for the soundproof walls. - I know them every since high school. Carol studied scenic arts, but never succeed. Whilst Sasha, Gabe and Sharon deserves a better life, maybe a bit of help by appearing in a movie could push their careers. Don’t make anything inappropriate, please.

— Scout promise, Ma’am. - Yoongi made an “X” shape in front of his chest.

— Good. Now let’s go. - She opened the red door and heard the loud music invade her ears. “Purple Rain” by Prince blasting the old soundsystem. - Welcome to Teets, boys.

The lighting was weak, yet a bar with colourful bottles could be seen across the room, surrounded by small teal benches. Tables and chairs were placed around a medium sized stage, where a pole stood still (with a naked woman dancing around it). A common strip club, with a few men sitting and watching the blonde lady swinging her nude hips sensually, some ladies in latex clothing or lingerie wandered around, serving drinks and giving lap dances. All four men tried not to focus on them, finding details everywhere.

Nya took a sit next the stage, watching how chill Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon acted, contrasting completely with Jungkook’s behavior. The young man was shifting uncomfortably on his seat, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, if you paid attention could even see tiny droplets of sweat pooling around his hairline, never looking straight at the stage.

Namjoon and Nya leaned close to each other, getting lost in a conversation about how the atmosphere smelled like incense. According to her, the owner is brazilian so he always orders tons of Dama da Noite scented incense (a nightly blooming flower from Brazil) and purposely lights them close to air ducts, making air steamy. The effect caused was a sort of erotic odour consuming and confusing everyone's senses. Gossip says some men can get horny only by the expectation brought by the ambience built around.

Jeon Jungkook was clearly one of those men.

After a few more minutes of “Purple Rain”, Cherry Pop left the stage with a few dollar bills in hands. Jungkook took a deep breathe and relaxed. Unlucky, his whole body tensioned again when another song began and a woman with ebony coloured hair braided to perfection, curvy silhouette made of wide hips and natural boobs covered by a set of black and lacy lingerie, connected to a pair of sheer socks by garters, high heels emphasizing how toned her legs were. The woman's body was so far from being a small frame, yet sexy and attractive as hell.

— Guys, this is Carol, her stage name is Cristal Malone. - Nya cooed in awe. No one would ever deny how heavenly gorgeous she looked.

The air seemed to get heavier and sexier, “Voodoo” by Patrick Paige II played around them, Carol swayed along with the music. Jungkook wanted to avert the gaze and focus in somewhere other than her, but something on how she moved around lightly and feeling every note wouldn't allow him. It was hypnotic, she captured his glare and wouldn't release. When garters were abandoned close to Jeon's eyesight, the expectation for seeing more of her beautiful bare frame grew stronger.

Nonetheless, Carol knew who the guys drooling at front row were, Nya told about them and mentioned a chance of appearing in a movie. Decided to convince of her professionalism, she walked slowly around stage and went down stairs, grabbing dollar bills from admirers and leaving it close to her garters. Mentally playing eenie meenie miney mo, Cristal Malone chose who would be the lucky one to receive a special lap dance.

When she stopped in front of Jungkook and stared down at him, he felt his pants tightening more, but his amusement wasn't showing, the doe eyes were widened and almost jumping their orbits, cursing silently how odds weren't at his favour. She looked even better closer, carved features in a smooth caramel skin, irises shining like black pearls, a thick trace of eyeliner, mouth painted with a lustful shade of glossy red. Somehow, the atmosphere made Jeon smell of sex around. Carol looked at him with one eyebrow raised slightly, sensing his tension and grinned for nanoseconds, assuming her dominant position again. Taking advantage of the exact moment when one song changed to another, she lightly pushed his legs open, following the tempting rhythm of “Earned It” by The Weeknd.

Carol positioned herself over one of his muscled thighs, not sitting straight there, moving hips front and back, left and right, watching how his arms were pushed behind the chair, one hand holding the other. Getting closer and allowing his upper body to touch hers, Jungkook almost passed out. His face expressed a mix of embarrassment, excitement and, deep down, lust. Carol moved a leg to the side, getting off his leg and posing her hands where body was previously touching.

Using the hook between the verse and the chorus, she turned around and sat on his crotch, moving along with The Weeknd's voice.

Jungkook zoned out in the moment Carol sat on his thigh. His mind and body weren't connecting, not when his thinking head felt embarrassed and the down one was clearly enjoying some friction. Rationally wishing to be someone else, bodily drinking from every moment. That confusion made his penis semi-hard, not being able to get fully erect considering the situation. He wanted to melt, but also be there. How would Jeon face his hyungs after that particular show? HOW WOULD HE FACE NYA? Why the song seemed to last forever, yet so short?

Whilst Carol made Jungkook feel a mix of excitement and embarrassment, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok were surprised and a bit jealous. Lucky little bastard. Nya knew the stripper would do it, but never imagined the exaggeration.

The song was about to end, Jungkook sunk down on the chair when an already known satisfying feeling ran through his veins, like electricity. He came on his pants and the combo excitement+embarrassment was replaced by a profound shame. Cumming on his pants like a teenager.

The stripper got back on stage ready to continue her routine of striptease. Yoongi threw a US$20 bill and blinked. Jungkook's face grew redder every second, he turned around and said to Namjoon, stuttering and almost crying.

— I gotta change my pants.

— Why? Oh… - A very flustered and wide-eyed Namjoon held a chuckle down his throat. It was tragically comical. Jungkook had to change his pants.

After a few moments deciding what to do, their focus was no longer on Cristal Malone. Namjoon turned and told Nya what happened, she looked at Jungkook and stood up. Everyone followed her lead in the bar's direction, Jungkook walking weirdly and feeling, almost hearing the spunk sticking to his underwear.

— Hey Abby. - Nya waved for the bartender, a middle aged woman, with greyish ginger hair pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes and peaceful features. - Do Teets still has the Lost & Found?

— Hey Nya, how are you? - Abby was drying cups and glasses. - Yes, it's in the back now. Close to where the girls change.

— I won't use some pervert’s trousers! - Jungkook exclaimed, hands firmly covering his crotch. - How does someone forgets its pants?

— You don't have plenty of choices, Kook. - Hoseok couldn't look straight at his friends. Even feeling aroused himself (thankfully he decided to semituck his dick), at least he didn't ejaculate.

— See, I warned about what was about to happen. Why don’t you use something from them? So we can drive to a convenience store or 24/7 Walmart to buy you new trousers? - Nya was deadly serious, even internally giggling.

The group began considering every possibility. Jungkook was zero into the idea of picking something from their Lost & Found, whilst Namjoon agreed with Nya, Hoseok defended the idea of gaining a few dimes by allowing Jeon to perform a striptease (“C’mon prudes! We all know there are a lot of bisexual guys around, and a bit more money is never too much”), Yoongi ordered a tonica and sipped without opinating, watching when one of the girls in latex approached and pronounced startling everyone.

— Hmm, I couldn’t stop myself from listening. Sorry. Hi Nya! - Her hair was a wavy and pink, skinny body with thin thighs, using a latex black leotard and knee-high boots. - Is the Jungkook lad someone open-minded when it comes to fashion? One of the girls who quit last week left a few pieces of clothing, and there is a long skirt. She had a waist about his size.

— Hi Sasha. Thank you, if Jungkook is okay with using skirts, then it’s better than nothing. - Nya stared at the youngest of them. - Oh where is my politeness? These are Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and, well, Jungkook. They are the film producers I mentioned earlier.

— Well, it’s better than using a pervert’s trouser. - Jungkook still felt uncomfortable, giving his most sincere half-hearted smile. - Nice to meet you, Sasha. Where do I grab my new skirt?

— Nice to meet you, Sasha. - Yoongi flashed his best gummy smile at her and then turned to Jungkook. - With some lucky, your skirt will match your whole outfit.

— Fuck you, hyung. - Jungkook got even more flushed.

- x - x - x - x -

— How’s the feeling of wearing a skirt? - Namjoon mocked Jungkook, watching him spin around and staring at the mirror, checking his reflection with a long navy-blue skirt.

— Well, my balls and ding dong are dangling freely, it’s a bit chilly, but at least it’s not stained with cum… I hope. - Jungkook was feeling himself and, honestly, enjoying the experience. Also, the skirt matched his outfit. - Although, I still want to buy a new pair of trousers and fresh underwear. Where is the nearest Walmart?

They were all sprawled around in a pink and small dressing room, crowded with one or two girls walking around and gathering their costumes. Hoseok found a few pieces of clothing from previous special shows, the last one was Cabaret themed so dazzles, sequins and feathers were everywhere. Yoongi studied how cameras could be positioned around. Nya was sitting on a fluff couch close to where Jungkook stood, Namjoon beside her.

— I liked here. - Namjoon threw his head back, staring at the ceiling. - Not only the girls, they are gorgeous and all, but the ambience seems appropriate for our movie. Carol is casted for sure, Sasha, Gabe and Sharon are also amazing, Jungkook never felt more pampered in his whole life. It’s quite a lot, considering he used to be an idol.

— They are amazing, I’m happy you guys liked it. - Nya smiled and Namjoon thought it was probably the most adorable thing ever, a sincere kind of smile. - I’m also glad Jungkook behaved so well next to Carol, she played dirty giving him that intense lap dance. He was clearly the most tense.

— Honestly, I don’t judge Jungkook. If Carol sat on my lap like she did with him, I’d probably bust a nut as well. She is hot. - Namjoon was embarrassed after pronouncing such words, but he felt madly comfortable around Nya.

— Oh, I don’t judge too. I’d also bust a nut if Carol ever sat on me. - Nya looked at Namjoon and saw his wide-eyes, laughing right after and watching him chuckles. His adorable dimples could kill someone.

Namjoon got distracted by Hoseok fazed with a huge fur coat which covered his whole body. It wasn't impossible to understand why Nya accepted and enjoyed that place, in contrast with what it looked like, Teets wasn't a regular strip club. There were way too many costumes, from cabaret to pimp or odalisque. The purple haired man questioned why.

— Everyone dreams of something. Most girls working here wished to become actresses, but somehow never reached it. - Her eyes became a bit sorrow, but got bright in nanoseconds. - Fábio, the manager and owner, understood and decide to help them a little. Twice a month their performances are themed. The girls chooses a subject and prepare presentations based on it, so they can play a character. Fábio also always encourage them to create a personality to their stage names. Cristal Malone is a dominatrix, Cherry Pop was inspired by Harley Quinn, Fendi Dust is based on Liz Taylor's interpretation of Cleopatra.

If there were any doubts in regard of renting the place, they vanished immediately.

To be continued...

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“Let me in your heart again”

1. He hates me

Vivian

Munich / Germany - Musicland Studios

I nervously pluck my blouse, sitting in the sparing lobby of Munich's „Musicland Studios", as I wait for the first "meeting" with my future „boss", no less than QUEEN.

You've read correctly. QUEEN! I can't get my head around it yet.

The band was searching for a photographer, to document the tour life and studio work of their upcoming "works" album and their following world - tour, which would later lead them - or should I say US - from Europe, over Asia, Australia to America and Africa.

I was one of the lucky ones, the band and management put on the shortlist in late October, last year. A view weeks later, I was informed that it was me, who would attend the band for the next two years.

Two years, I think to myself, wrinkling my brows in disbelief.

At this moment I don't know if I am incredible lucky or should be scared.

I still desperately try to smooth out the wrinkles on my pastel - yellow blouse, as I nervously scan the room. Leaning back in an uncomfortable armchair, I inhale deep as I gaze over my chosen outfit.

Earlier today I was frustrated standing in front of my closet, throwing around varying outfits, unable to decide what to wear for my meeting with the band.

What would one wear when meeting Queen?

I racked my brain this morning, that would change my whole life.

Needles to say I didn't come to an answer.

After one hour of putting on nearly all content of my wardrobe, I decided to go for casual and simple. I really didn't want to look like an applicant for a secretary job.

I wear that pastel yellow sleeveless blouse I already mentioned 2 times (you have to excuse, I'm extremely nervous), paired with light blue skinny jeans and simple pumps. My wavy hazelnut brown hair is put into a ponytail on this hot July summer day.

Fiddling with the strap of my bag, I hear a door open and dull music echoing in the hallways of the oppressive building.

It is QUEEN, I recognize immediately, forming a smile on my lips.

The music reaches my ears as I am leaning myself forward, trying to get closer to the source of sound.

There it is, the mesmerizing voice of the one and only Freddie Mercury, bringing on goosebumps all over my body. I cling to the armrest, on the chair I am sitting in, as the door closes and the sound fades all to fast.

As you can imagine, this last event didn't lessen my massive nervousness.

You now may've recognized for whom of the four bandmates my heart beats.

In certain circumstances this may change within the next hour. But it don't want to anticipate things.

„Miss Kurzmann" a monotone voice behind a to high counter tears me from my thoughts. „Mr Beach will arrive in about 15 minutes. Can I offer you some tee, coffee or water in the meantime?"

„Just water, thank you" I respond barely audible, biting on my lip. I couldn't handle more at the current stage of my tense mood.

15 minutes. Great. 15 minutes unsuccessfully trying to cool down my nerves, to later make a "smooth" impression.

"Here you go, Ms", I hear the monotone voice again, coming closer, handing me my water.

She's a quiet conservative dressed, middle aged woman, wearing her grey curly hair in a shoulder-length bob. The kind of person, you wouldn't expect to work in a studio, with an endless coming and going of superstars.

Otherwise today its me, sitting in that exact same front hall.

I am by all means far from being conservative, but at the same time, even more far from being some "rockstar material".

The reserved type, always taking a backseat and avoiding the spotlight like wolves the fire.

Ok, I have to confess "reserved" is an understatement. I'm hopelessly shy, especially when it comes to situations like today. Not that I would experience something like this every day.

The only possible outcome for today is disaster.

"Ok, time to relax Viv, you already have the bloody job. Get a grip!!" I quietly whisper, trying to convince myself for the remaining time sitting there.

"Still 11 minutes to go" I mumble, as I look at my watch with trembling hands.

"Your first time?" A voice from the other end of the room brings me back to reality.

"Please excuse me, is it your first time working for a band like Queen?" She quickly continuous.

All I can manage as response, is putting on a tortured smile while nodding almost invisible.

"Don't worry Ms, the band is absolutely thrilled by your photographs and barely can await to finally meet you. And by the way, they won't give you a hard time. They're all relaxed, down to earth guys.

Relaxed,.... so the complete opposite of me, it crosses my mind, as I stare at my watch again.

"9 minutes" I whisper, while watching visitors entering the building.

I hesitantly sip on my water, to not look to helpless and lost and to somehow BRIDGE the DAMN REMAINING 9 MINUTES. Please excuse my little emotional outburst.

Ok Viv....

Oh, crap! Now I realize, I haven't introduced myself to you.

I'll cut it short.

I'm Vivian Kurzmann, 33 years old/young (it's up to you to decide), born and raised in Germany, living in London, in the middle of a divorce, freelance photographer with passion and right now on a kamikaze mission.

"Ok Viv. Think about ways to relax!" I tell myself a tad to loud.

"Excuse me? You need something Ms?" It echoes in the room.

"Oh, I'm ...I was just reading something". To cover up my little white lie, I grab the first magazine I can find, from a massive steel table, right in front of me.

Under extreme tension, I flip through the magazine, without even realizing what I'm looking at.

Maybe I find an article about reducing stress in here?

Come on Viv, figure something out. I try to remember while laying back the unhelpful piece of paper.

"Autogenic training!" I mumble. Wrong time wrong place. Don't be ridiculous.

"Smoking?" Yes, I smoke now and than, an awful habit, I know. I decide to quit smoking for today, not wanting to risk to smell like a bilgy ashtray.

"Meditation, Yoga, ...." Google shows me some options on my phone, which I grabbed earlier to soothe my trembling hands.

"Very helpful fuc*** World Wide Web. I cannot possibly roll out my yoga mat in here and do the downward dog." I mutter and shut google down.

Taking a quick look on my phone, I realize: 4 more minutes to go.

Breath Viv, you can do this!!!!! I remind myself over and over again in my mind, that goes absolutely crazy at the very moment.

"Ms Kurzmann, Mr Beach has arrived and will be here in a minute." the nice woman informs me.

Nodding confirmative I gasp a simple "thank you."

Time stretches like chewing gum, as I finally hear a male voice approaching me. "Ms Kurzmann, I welcome you to the "Musicland Studios". I'm delighted to finally meet you in person. I'm already a big fan and admirer of your work." a brightly smiling, effusive gesticulating man surprises me, holding out his hand to me.

"Oh excuse me Ms. My name is Jim Beach."

"Kurzmann, the pleasure's all mine." I babble, while standing up way to fast, almost bumping into him.

Where's the exit? Last chance to do a runner. I helplessly look around. I must look like turkeys voting for christmas, at least I feel this way.

Mr. Beach wastes no time, taking me along the gloomy corridors towards the studio where the band is recording. "I will introduce you to the band to get to know each other and have a quick talk. Let me tell you, you really made an impression." He winks at me walking besides me. "May I ask you to take you to my office afterwards. I would like to discuss the business side and do the paperwork?"

As I stammer a convincing "sure", we reach the door of our destination, noticing, considering the amount of noise and swearing, a heated discussion reaches its peak.

Mr beach opens the door, rolling his eyes while he whispers at me "please excuse this....rockstars at work."

I can't bite back a chuckle, as the door swings open.

"Guys I want to introduce you to Ms Kurzmann." He shouts.

For a split of a second I want to curl up and die.

Much to my reassurance, the band don't even recognize the two intruders and continue their argument.

The man at my side now starts to get uneasy and tenses up, as he screams again. "DAMN GUYS!!!!"

I quickly notice the heat growing in my cheeks, as all eyes lay on us. No, on ME.

Viv, damn, now of all times. Think about ....ice....no, Antarctica, .....uh. FU**

I can only let my gaze wander for a view seconds and take in the room, as a sympathetically grinning young man, with blonde tousled hair and sunglasses - I guess the sun always shines for him, even in a pitch black cellar - room. - sprints towards me, with joyfulness and flings his arms around my neck. "Hi sweetie. Vivian, right? I'm Roger. Roger Taylor, the drummer of the pack." He sputters, as he steps back again, while turning to face the band and rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Taylor." I smile at him bashfully.

"I'll call you Viv...can I call you Viv?" I'm just Roger." He grins, with the brightest smile he can pull of.

"Alright, just Roger ." I joke, unable to suppress a giggle.

"Brian, come over!" He shouts to a large, lean man with a giant mane of brown curly hair.

The shaggy man puts down his guitar, leaning it against the wall and strolls towards me, kindly smiling, reaching out his hand for me. "Ms Kurzmann, it's a pleasure. I'm Brian May."

I like him already. He has this strongly soothing impact. At this moment....priceless.

"Vivian Kurzmann, my pleasure." I reply affectionately.

Viv, you're almost done, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...it wheels in my head.

Suddenly a shyly smiling man with guitar, is standing in front of me and introduces himself as John Deacon, the bassist of the group. "Miss Kurzmann, welcome to chaos." He jokes.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Mr Deacon." I give him a handshake, a bit to long as I try to interpret his restrained smile.

I think I like John Deacon, he's just like me. Exaggerated shy and reserved. My clone.

I neglect the fact that this man is a music genius!

"FREDDIE, what the hell takes you this long? Take your ass over here!!! I hear the blonde yell behind the mixing console, interrupting my thoughts.

Ok. The time has come. Breeeeath! Don't get hysterical. I internally scream. There's still some hope, this will work out right.

After a while, what seemed like eternity, no less than Freddie Mercury in flash and bone, appears in the room.

Like a tiger on prowl, he paces at me with slow, cautious moves, his lips formed into a devilish grin.

I can swear everything happens in slow motion.

I can feel his eyes - oh yes, his eyes, his beautiful big brown oceans, framed by those incredible long lashes, I could sink into right now - examine every inch of my trembling body as he spits out words, that break down my idyllic world.

"So you're the one to trample on my privacy from now on, like any greedy paparazzi, reporter and journalist out there?" He hisses while hesitating to reach his hand out to me.

I suppose that means FREDDIE MERCURY HATES ME??!!

As he construes my slack jawed and shocked expression, he continues in a dismissive tone.

"I think you know who I am, but what's your name again?

Pulling my hand away that won't receive a handshake from Freddie Mercury today, I stutter "Kurz.....Vi Vivian Kurzmann."

"Kurz Vivian Kurzmann?" he apes me, grinning cheekily, waiting for me to break down.

"This will be fun." He laughs, while shaking his head and stepping back.

STOP! Can we go back please? That's not how I fantasized this!

The thoughts in my head ride a rollercoaster when my stomach cramps at the last spoken words, still echoing in my head.

Everything feels unreal, as I stand there, watching everything in a haze.

Before I can realize what happens, he continues with a disdainfully look on his face.

"To get it straight. I'm not thrilled by the fact someone is chasing me day after day, to document every fucking move I make. I really appreciate my privacy and want you to respect this. No photos beyond the studio and the venues. Got it?"

This will be the most horrible two years of world history. Freddie Mercury hates me.

As he turns round and starts to stroll away and I almost pass out, I begin to stammer

"Mr Mercury I assure that your privacy and the privacy of everybody involved is crucial to me and I..."

„I find this a little hard to believe, considering you do the same like any fucking journalist. Dig around in others life's and take what you can get." he spits at me and turns his back on me.

Bracing up one last time, I start to answer him, as I hear John entering the conversation

"Freddie, calm down. Don't give that pure girl such a hard time."

Freddie disdainfully gazes at me one last time, before he enters the side room.

I can feel a hand on my shoulder, as I come back to reality. „He has his moods. Don't worry, in a view days he will be fine with it and won't cause any trouble." John is trying to calm me.

All I can manage is to nod like an idiot, still standing there, paralyzed from shock.

As I let my eyes wander around the room, Mr Beach stands behind me. He must have left the studio for our short encounter and came back at this disastrous moment.

„Ms Kurzmann, may I walk you out" he asks me politely. „I love to." I answer quickly, in a relieved voice. I just want get out of here. Somewhere far away from the predator, that just rent me.

John, Brian and Roger farewell me, cheering me up by telling me how they're looking forward, working with me.

„Don't worry about our little diva, Viv. He will calm down." Roger nudges me from the side.

„You'll see, he's not that bad." Brian encourages me calmly.

„Unless his shadow follows him." a joking Roger lets out.

„Shadow?" I can manage to ask, confusion washing over my now chalk white face.

„PAUL" they all shout, rolling their eyes in unison, before bursting out laughing.

As I want to dig deeper, Mr Beach interrupts us. „Ms Kurzmann..?" Turning towards him I notice,, he already stands besides the open door, waiting for me to follow him.

I turn to face the boys again. "See you in a view." I wink towards them, as I leave the room.

Disappointed, I couldn't take a closer look to the studio and the band working, I make my way out, following Mr. Beach.

A nice bunch of men, I think to myself, as we walk down the barren corridor, were it not for my new nemesis.

As I told you. Disaster.

Part 2 will follow soon.

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