#thats almost the ONLY place i buy wigs from what the fuck

[evilmagician430]

boyfriends but awesome (and instead of a webtoon its an independent webcomic)

design notes and 3ds flipnote concept art below the cut

general notes abt their designs and what the comic would be like in my head:

>they dont have names in this version cause i think that was one of the good things they did originally. i imagine they refer to eachother as "that one" "the other guy" etc like the dhmis guys when talking about eachother.

>they are not in a defined romantic relationship with eachother because i think thats more interesting, the polyamory aspect would be kept (im not polyamorous btw so im not gonna try to write an established polycule) but its more vague in that they all kind of have a thing for eachother but also hate eachother and want to rip eachothers guts out. and theyre all roommates and bffs. if you asked them what they were the answer you would get would be "friends who are boys". they are the height of male friendship, hate, love, etc.

>instead of focusing on sexualizing them in strange ways and doing boring moe shit it would lean into the comedy aspect BUT NO MEMES OR LATE 2010S SLANG !! this was something i could not fucking stand when reading the original (if you couldnt tell by now i did used to read boyfriends. it was a regrettable time and in redesigning and overhauling them i hope to make something good out of this wasted period of my life) like even when it was current boyfriends always made memes feel.. out of place. like as soon as they said it it wasnt cool anymore. it was the unfunniest shit ever

>i wanted the characters to look less WHITE and also more distinct from eachother and also less young cause in the original its like the same twink 3 times in different haircolors and their Chad. said chad is the best character only by way of not being annoying. so yeah i'll be more specific later but none of them are white and i gave them all different eye and nose shapes and distinct physical traits and bodies etc.

>mostly i just did this cause the "nerd" and "goth" ones piss me off so bad like thats not real. thats not a nerd thats just a nondescript waify femboy with glasses. thats not a goth, thats a tiktok eboy. and i felt bad for jock being trapped in this comic. and the prep one i feel nothing towards hes the most accurate to gay preps irl because they really are that annoying. but i tried to make him a little interesting atleast. anyways

nerd - black, brony, always aggressively corrects the others when they state an incorrect fact, really into playstation eyetoy and obscure playstation games. insanely autistic. usually pissed off if hes not indulging himself in something he likes (yaoi, games, ponies, figures, etc). i just wanted to overhaul him completely to make him almost nothing like refrainbow's nerd because nerd type characters are always the ones i tend to see myself in and are my favorites but reading the webtoon that guy just pissed me off fr.

jock - 2nd gen chinese american, one of the things i liked in the original actually was when they sexualized the jock (probably cause hes the only one who doesnt look 14 in that comic) and his big tits. hes a very genuinely kind guy, not the brightest, has a voracious appetite, he also still bakes cause thats cute i think.

prep - he looks different here because i was originally going to make him white but i decided to make him a light/medium skintone black guy (he just wears a blonde wig and contacts). when companies make their pride month merchandise and advertisements this is the exact person they imagine in their head who is going to buy these products. hes a million percent one of those swifties who thinks taylor swift is secretly a lesbian. trust fund kid btw obviously. his only redeeming quality is that hes good at makeup. jokes in the comic are usually made at his expense.

goth - 1st gen latino american, specifically peruvian because i am a self serving motherfucker. hes a really big numetal fan and listens to like 2000s evil wolf amv music in addition to legitimate gothic. his face changed a little too between this and the final design. his outfit completely changed but its only because i realized everyone else was dressed for relatively warm weather so it wouldnt make sense for him to be wearing multiple layers of black. if i do cold weather outfits for them id def reuse this look for him. hes still trans but i think all of them are in my version. also they dont use labels for their sexual/rom orientation. except prep hes homosexual gay.

congratulations for reaching the end of this incomprehensible bullshit 👍 hope someone enjoys this but idrc if its just for me either

#images that are horrid to see and look at #mspaint #boyfriends #boyfriends webtoon #boyfriends redesign #redesign #character design #boy-friendz #nerd guy #jock guy #prep guy #goth guy #boyfriends slander

[skenpiel]

so fucking pissed. oh i am SO fucking pissed. im gonna go hold my big clown doll and have it sing to me so i wont be so pissed.

#k so first of all i didnt have time to transfer all my shit from my old laptop when i was at dads #i thought i had the stuff i needed but i APPARENTLY didnt transfer my FALLOUT SAVE FILES #so i opened my super special soda i bought earlier to enjoy while playing fallout on a brand new computer for NOTHING #then i was like ok well i wanna draw something anyway so ill just do that #but then my bullshit old stupid ugly garbage wacom just fucked up again and theres no way to fix it i just gotta wait #so now im here. with nothing to do except be angry and almost snap my stupid stylus in half #i literally JUST got a laptop but. god if i cant draw properly soon im gonna go insane. #oh also my sanrio amiibo coins for animal crossing arrived today after like 3 friggin months #still dont have an nfc reader though so. its gonna be ahwile. #im so fucking angry about brexit i wish all people who voted for it would die right now so i can get my stuff easier #I DONT LIVE NEAR AMERICA SO THE UK IS THE CLOSEST LIKE. LARGE INTERNATIONAL MARKET. #im not explainin that well LOL but my point is if you live in europe england has been like america but closer when it comes to orderin stuff #oh god. oh god wait are we gonna have to wait months and pay customs when ordering from coscraft now. #thats almost the ONLY place i buy wigs from what the fuck #oh also they announced theyre having comiccon later this year im so so excited :333

[mypimpademia]

Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shinso quarantining w black s/o

Bakugo x Todoroki x black!reader x Shinso

TW: Swearing, refers to sexual activities at the end of each of them

Note: Yes, I did do most of this stuff in quarantine. [And they're aged up as always]

BAKUGO

He honestly feels like he's losing his shit

And he probably would if he did have you with him

You guys are staying up all night and watching Wild n Out, Basic to Bougie, 90 Day Fiance, all that shit

And of course Bad Girls Club

He claims he hates 90 Day Fiance and BGC, but he stays watching that shit, even if he has the remote or youre on his phone

His sleep schedule is fucked up

And by fucked up, I mean its a few hours past the old man's bed time

He goes to bed at 1 am now instead of 9 pm

But still wakes up at 9 am

He took a leave on hero work because of covid

He loves his job almost as much as he loves you (aw💖)

But hes not gonna risk his health for it

"Fuck all that bullshit, as much as I love my job, I'm staying my ass in this house. And you are too. I'll be damned if you catch it, especially if its from me."

Yall only go out once a week

He could minimize it to once every other week, but he tried that and it almost drove him crazy

There aren't any exceptions unless there's an emergency

Makes you wear gloves and use a reusable mask that he washes as soon as yall get home

And you get mostly essentials but he'll ask you if you want candy or anything and he'll buy a big box of brownie mix if you like brownies just to hold you over for a while

Also stocks up on meds like pain killers and allergy pills

No fucks given, he will hit up different stores for toilet paper

"WHY ARE ALL THESE FUCKIN IDIOTS TAKING THE TOILET PAPER?? I KNOW DAMN FUCKIN WELL YALL DONT SHIT THAT MUCH, AND HALF OF YALL PROBABLY DONT EVEN WIPE."

Hes gonna experiment with cooking more now that he has time

Writes down all the recipes that work out

Youre his taste tester so you best believe you bouta be eatin good 😌

If you want your hair done he'll order it online unless yall are already out

Hes gonna make sure that you're eating good and feeling okay because these are tough times 🥺

But hes gonna do it in his own way and act like he's not concerned

"Hey idiot, do you wanna pass out? You haven't been drinking water today, I can tell. I'm getting you a full cup, you better drink it all."

"You haven't eaten anything today, I'm making you dinner."

"Your hair is dry, come here so I can help you put oil on it. I keep telling you to take care of it, ill laught at you if you go bald." He wont

Also has you work out with him do you can stay in shape

Libido?

Yessir

Every other day, anywhere (except in public because hes not about to get sick), at anytime

It goes 50/50

Sometimes its just because hes in the mood

Other times hes feeling really soft and wants to show you that he loves you

All in all its a mixture of Bakugo losing his shit and loving you all in one

TODOROKI

He's pretty chill about it

Just super bored

Starts watching BGC, binges Basic to Bougie and 90 Day Fiance

Oddly enough he really enjoys watching Love & Hip Hop????

He finds it interesting

Especially likes Cardis season because its funny and hella memes came out of it

Don't get me wrong tho I aint a Cardi stan but you gotta admit that she's mad funny im a barb at heart tho

His crackhead really comes out over quarantine

He'll start referencing random ass memes

Hes mostly on leave for hero work unless they really need him

In that case he wears a mask and gloves out

When he gets home the first thing he does is reference BGC

"WHATS UP BAD BITCHES"

And thats how you know he's home

Goes to bed at like 1:30 - 2 am

Only because he doesn't want to be passed out if he's needed for hero duties

Goes out every other week

Mainly for basic essentials, but if you want a little extra he'll buy it

Anything else he'll buy online

Also goes to other stores to buy more toilet paper

Figured out that hes really good at crochets

So if you want your hair done he'll order any crochets you want off Amazon and do them for you

Takes care of you and makes sure your doing well all together

"Did you eat today baby?"

"How much water have you had today?"

"Have you been putting oil on your hair?"

Lotsss of cold soba

But he cooks a few other things so that its not the same thing 24/7

Asks Fuyumi for help when he doesn't know how to cook something super well

If you're the type to go to bed hella late, he'll make sure you sleep a full 8 hours

Even if you wake up after 5 he'll ask you to take a nap with him

Has you work out with him every now and then so you can both stay healthy

Not too much libido

He didn't get in the mood like that even before quarantine

Its not every other day like Bakugo though

More like twice a week

Anymore than that and it'll probably be because you needed it rather than him

If its after a mission it'll be slower just so he can show you how much he loves and appreciates you for being someone he can come home to and just being you

If its more spontaneous he'll be slightly rough but still a pretty slow

But it's a lot of crackhead Todoroki and soft Todoroki

SHINSO

He's doing fine

Just more bored than usual

I feel like Shinso likes cartoons so hes rewatching a bunch of childhood cartoons

Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Regular Show, all that good shit

Lotsss of cartoon quotes

Yall are having a pillow fight and he grabs 2 pillows and claps you?

"Cheatin ass bitch."

"Street rules, man." (Regular Show quote for those who don't know)

Please sing the bacon pancake song (Adventure Time) with him while yall make breakfast

He'll be so happy

If you do something stupid hes gonna do a lemon grab (Adventure time) quote

"UNACCEPTABLE"

On leave for hero work

Really doesn't care about getting himself sick unless he gets super sick or dies

But hes not about to get you sick

He'd genuinely rather get himself sick and die than get you sick

Yall go out twice a week

Once to get essentials and another just to get out

I feel like shinso is a decent cook so he'll cook for you

Write down recipes that you like

Also gets some off the internet

Works better with natural hair than braids and crochets

So he'll do slick backs for you and maybe give you a ponytail or something if you ask but he'd rather do 100% natural just because hes better at it and he likes natural black hair

Can also do half wigs

Takes care of you more than himself

So you have to take care of each other

"Did you drink water today, Doll?"

"I did, did you?"

"Did you eat today?"

"No, and you haven't either. What should we eat for lunch?"

"You havent been putting oil on you hair. Do you want me to help you, kitty?"

Small work out sessions

Maybe like 15 min a day

Full body tho because hes too lazy to split up days

Does to bed at like 4 - 6 am

Mostly just watching YouTube and binging cartoons and eating

Insomnia Cookies? (If you dont know, its a cookie place that delivers till 3 am and theyre so good-)

YESSIRRR

Yall gain back any weight you burned off from exercising earlier that day

Pizza, cookies, chicken nuggets, fries, fried chicken, etc.

Basically just a constant sleep over

Libido to the max

Once or twice a day

Nothing public because germs

Normally rough

But every now and then he'll get soft and just tell you how much he loves you and appreciates you

His aftercare for times like that consists of a bubble bath, lots of hugs, food and cartoons😌

#hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou headcanons #bnha shinso x reader #bnha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinso fluff #hitoshi fluff #shinso x poc #shinso x poc! reader #hitoshi x poc #hitoshi x poc!reader #bnha #bakugo headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha headcanons #bnha hcs #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #mha #mha x poc #mha x poc!reader #shoto x poc #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto

[cowboyguts-moved]

how would your ocs get into the halloween spirit ?

wow what a great question (: 

sooo Lewis my baby always needs help with halloween especially around the time that he’s new in mystic overhang which is the fictional town part of our ocs live in. he needs help because he isn’t accustomed to the ways of halloween! he’s never celebrated it before he was 18 because of the very conservative and abusive way he grew up in his commune… so chris, his boyfriend will take him to stores to look at decorations and thrift shops for costumes and explain something about halloween that he hasn’t already gone over and lewis is really excited about it because dressing up for no fucking reason sounds weird and like it could be made up almost but he’s easily swayed into believing stuff because he’s a liiittle gullible, and he tends to go along with what other people want to do because he has trouble thinking for himself. so chris will suggest costumes until lewis likes the sound of one (he goes as frankenstein’s monster the first year he’s in the town in 1989 even though he doesn’t know what frankenstein is (: HFJBSFDJ it’s a simple costume and he loves the thought of being painted green and having cute pants with patches on them. and his hair at that point is already really short and PURPLE so (:) basically what he does the first few years is follow chris’ lead in costumes, decorating, candy buying, and going to parties and mistakenly drinking spiked punch!!! there’s also an annual mystic overhang halloween festival they go to that some people mysteriously disappear at (: that’s cause their town has a lot of dark secrets and happenings and something Peculiar is going on within it ha ha…. 

let’s see. church’s favorite holiday is halloween!! he’s a very morbid dude and he’s obsessed with the occult and aliens. i think he has specific music that reminds him of halloween from his childhood that he always plays… he loves music and i have a whole playlist for him (for chris, lewis and mikael as well) so he locks himself in his room at the trailer he and his brother live in and he blares it while he eats a hotpocket and stares at his ceiling that’s crossed with banners and streamers for halloween and theres a big ceiling light shining down on his face but he’s sleepy and content and the weather coming in from the small open window is cold and pushing the decorations around. he probably has books that get him in the mood too and he’s an avid reader, anything from bigger college books to Goosebumps really he just loves to absorb that stuff. church is a fly by the seat of his pants kinda boy, his plans are made On halloween night. he’s pretty cool and people like him and he gets invited or welcome to everything and it’s likely cause he smokes weed there HHHSDFHJ and that always gets you friends at those things. church is very dedicated to halloween though its important to him that it feels right and he follows his own traditions and some from being a kid. the right foods, the right decorations, music, books, pumpkin carving, summoning spirits in the living room and the like. after a few years he doesn’t put energy into much because he’s a generally SUPER depressed person and very cynical and angry but i think he always tries at least a little with halloween. uhh when tristan drew him in a halloween costume months ago he was a clown (: big surprise that i wanted him to be that

tan the man ie tanner works at a haunted house on halloween and amiyah, his gf does his makeup. he works there with other hockey players, his friends and does it all through mid september to halloween, i think he kinda has to? because he’s in hockey… but he loves it. he looks all bloody and decayed and carries a fake axe and he has overalls on its very cute (: but he’s very cold. i think in general tanner loves halloween especially how it revolves around the stuff he loves like d&d, lord of the rings, other nerd shit because there’s halloween themed stuff and editions of things etc that he’s apart of. and he also likes witch craft because his mom does and i feel like they have SUPER weird halloween traditions his mom makes them do but tanner secretly loves, i can’t even think of any right now except maybe salt circles where they all (him and his siblings) sit and hold hands and make mixtures for the pagan god and goddess. but there’s many others and he’s done them since he was a damn Baby so he loves it. 

tristan answered for his boys and girl (:

Chris:

okokokok so fuckhole chris has lived in mystic overhang for his entire life so he’s always been aware of the strange happenings in the town and he Loves it. he’s always loved spooky things like that, so when halloween comes around it’s important to him not only to celebrate it but to Feel it and Experience it within the creepy town that they already live in. he obviously spends it with lewis, and he helps lewis find what he wants to wear and be and i think thats his favorite part. but when it’s His turn, he really gets into it and he goes full out whether its dressing up in drag and being a naughty nurse with his puffed out curly wig and ruby red lipstick and the prettiest red pumps….. or even if it’s just a simple grey shimmer dress that cuts off at his mid thighs and shows his asscheeks a little because hes a whore and he likes that with little pink lace undies underneath so that he can flash lewis his grade a tuck job from across the room. he loves to decorate, too, i think. he likes to listen to certain records that remind him of october as well, dancing to them in his basement with lewis. and he loves to go to the parades with lewis too and the parties just to get drunk off his ass on bad beer and kisses ( the chocolate, too (: )

mikael:

HAHA okay now mikael, chris and lewis’ friend….. likes to get high. he loves to get high on halloween and dress up as serial killers! like jason and freddy and michael meyers. he likes to scare kylo a lot, and especially ben because ben gets so tense and spooked on halloween night which mikael thinks is FUCKING hilarious (kylo nd ben are their other friends we love them). he enjoys halloween, but i don’t think it’s his favorite holiday. he does visit church during, though, (church and him have a thing (; ) and i think he’s the one who always invites him out because he wants to go places with him during the cold candy filled night and smoke weed and eat kitkat bars under a bridge that has three homeless dudes playing flapjack under it. he enjoys seeing everyone’s costumes, i think because it reminds him of his foster home and when he’d gaze at all of his foster siblings in their own costumes ranging from princesses and angels to zombies and mad scientists and everyone had smiles on their young faces. 

amiyah:

amiyah LOVES to go all out for halloween, starting october 1st. she decorates her house and ignores the protests from her father, spiderwebs in the kitchen archway and pumpkin baskets full of candy on every surface that a hand can get to. she loves to take her brother out trick or treating on halloween, too. tanner joins her (and i think they did this even before they dated) and they all three go door to door and get candy. amiyah usually dresses up as some mythological or medieval thing, like elf princesses and witchy warlocks. shes also kind of a nerd when it comes to those things, but she’s much more quiet about it than tanner is. her and her brother watch a lot of scary movies together, too, to get into spirit. i think each year they have strict guidelines retaining to the movies they watch so that they HAVE to watch one each night of October or else it ruins the tradition.  criminal, their pet raccoon, will join them in their endeavor obviously. sometimes amiyah dresses him up too, no matter how many times he’ll try to hiss and bite at her (:

#Anonymous #ocs #original character #tanner #amiyah #church #mikael #chris #lewis #we got plenty more ocs but this is long as hell

[skzpride]

alright since tonight is full of our admins telling us their coming out stories/transformations this one is gonna be a ride lmao

so like as a kid i’ve always been queer as fuck like i wanted to kiss girls and boys when i was like fuckin six at sleepovers and shit (bc truth or dare lol). but i didnt really learn anything about lgbt stuff until i was like idk 12 or 13 and i had a MASSIVE crush on this girl in one of my classes who identified as bi. i started identifying as bi to like kinda impress her and honestly???? it def fit me. anyways she 10000% thought i was annoying and was v uninterested (i still followed her around like a lost puppy until she left school lmao). the label of bi kinda stuck with me until like freshman year of high school when i started dating this girl who i actually probably shouldn’t have dated bc she was v mentally ill and v toxic but yknow you live and learn ig??? (we broke up like a month or two after getting together) i ended up surrounding myself with more lgbt people and feeling very happy there; it felt like my place to be. sophomore year rolls around and i started dating my best friend at the time and she and i dated on and off for a few months. i also ended up figuring out my sexuality kinda then; that i was more pan than bi. then i started dating this boy who i thought i was gonna marry at the time bc i was 15 and blinded by love. i also started questioning my gender identity. i experimented for a few months with they/them pronouns and names and finally realized hey i’m a boy. i came out to my boyfriend at the time and he was very supportive or so it seemed. it was a very toxic and abusive relationship that we had and basically we broke up and after we did i ended up finding out from my best friend (who was also best friends with my now ex) that he had been talking about me behind my back, about how i’m going through a phase and that my being trans was a lie purely to make himself feel better about being a straight(?) cis male. from there i cut my hair short (i wore a few short wigs until i could get my hair cut tho and tbh i regretti bc they didnt look good kfhladh) and started dressing as male as possible without alerting my mother. (at this point i had come out to her about being bi back when i was a sophomore and about to date my best friend but she told me she thought i was just doing it bc it was a fad.) i think my junior year of high school my father ended up asking me about my sexuality after having been in the hospital for mental health reasons (it was kind of a huge bonding time for me and him tbh) and i ended up coming out to him. he said he knew and that it wouldnt change his views on me which i was grateful for. though i hadnt told him about my being trans at the time. (also through my sophomore year of high school until i got a job at 18 i had experimented with binders and i think i used my first paycheck to get my first gc2b binder so thats cool c:) in this time i also realized i wasnt pansexual fully, i was demisexual, panromantic just because like w ow. i dont feel sexual with alot of my partners (i think i only felt sexual towards one or two).

fast forward to the summer of 2018, i went to comic con as well as pride (bc they were the same weekend) and i ended up buying a trans flag at pride. my mom picked me and my current best friend up from the light rail station, dropped my best friend off at home and then started driving home. she asked me “do you have smthn to tell me?”, referring to the trans flag sticking out of my backpack. i ended up coming out to her and found that even though she says she supports me (bc i’m her child) she will not call me by my correct name or pronouns. fast forward again to july when we were having a family reunion on my moms side of the family, i was comfortable enough with where i’m at in my transition to start to come out to my family. i came out to my sisters before the trip (one of them is very supportive and the other unfortunately doesn’t understand but i completely understand why and i dont push her). i came out to my cousins about being trans and they were all very accepting and almost immediately started calling me max and referring to me as a boy while my aunts were out of earshot. now the big hurdle was definitely my aunts. so in my family, my mom is the baby and her two eldest sisters (my nana had 4 girls total) are very, very, VERY opinionated. i honestly thought they were going to be the ones to reject me seeing as how my other aunt is very demure and gentle. nope. my demure gentle aunt is religious as hell and the one i actually need to be wary of. i ended up not telling my aunts like i had planned at the reunion and actually texted them about a month later about it. so far, i’m lucky to have 99% of my family be very supportive of me and my gender identity and sexuality. the only ones who dont support my trans identity are my parents (as of a couple weeks ago my mother thinks its a pretend disease basically and that its simply a fad of my generation. she thinks that nobody in my generation is genuine about it bc theres “been an epidemic” of people coming out as lgbt as she says. and idk how my dad feels but he’s kind of a shitty person to begin with so uh theres that), but honestly at this point in my life, i could care less because I’M the only one who can make me happy. I shouldnt care what they think bc at the end of the day I’M the only one who has to live with myself til the end of my days so i’m gonna be damned sure to be happy. honestly i bought myself a packer a few days ago and all i need to do to start testosterone is get over my anxiety with phone calls and make an appointment with my doctor about getting t. i’m happy and content with myself and my identity.

so yeah that got really long but it felt good to share tbh. i hope people can learn from my experiences. c:

- max

#admin max #w ow this got long as fuck

[catsundercherryblossoms]

|Ch. 17: The Crystal| Her Forgotten Past// Attack on Titan fanfic

'So far, so good...' I thought as we walked through the streets of Stohess.

"Getting away was easier than I thought." Eren said, only to be hushed by Mikasa. "I was in the carriage the whole time, but they didn't check on me once."

"Stop looking around so much." Mikasa scolded, but Eren ignored her.

"It gives you a good idea of how seriously the Military Police takes their job... Now we just have to hope they don't find out that Jean is covering for me." He said.

I could only imagine how Jean must be feeling right now. We had assigned him the job of wearing a wig and posing as Eren for the MPs. The whole plan was for us to convince Annie to let us sneak Eren away from the MPs. We would need her Military Police privilege to get through the checkpoints in Stohess. It was all a ruse, though. The second we find that tunnel we'll detain her.

If her being the Female Titan turns out to be false, which I'm hoping it will, I don't think a million apologies would get us to be friends again. She'd probably feel hurt.

However, if it turns out to be true... And she really is the reason squad Levi and hundreds of other soldiers lost their lives on the expedition... then I don't know how I'll take it.

We walked in a tight group. Armin was doing a good job of leading Annie to the trap, telling her where to go and which turns to take. Anticipation started eating away at me. So many things could go wrong.

"I don't think it'll take long until they find out... I mean, Jean and I look nothing alike." Eren said lowly.

"Don't worry." I reassured him. "You both look like criminals and have a nasty look in your eyes."

"Look who's talking, Miss I-Have-An-Attitude-Problem. Besides, I don't have his horse face." Eren pouted.

"So... If I hadn't helped you, how were you planning to get past the wall?" Annie asked intriguingly.

Armin answered the question swiftly. "We were going to break through using our ODM gear."

"That's absurd... Wouldn't it have been a lot less trouble to escape before entering Stohess? Why here and now?" She asked and glanced at me. Annie was starting to suspect, I could tell.

"I thought the switch with the body double wouldn't work without terrain as complex as the city's." Our genius explained. "Acting obedient for a bit to wear down suspicions, then slipping away, seemed like it'd buy us more time than openly trying to run."

Annie seemed to understand. "Oh... All right, then."

'Thank you, Armin. We'd be dead without you...' I thought.

"Oh! Here it is!" Armin spotted the entrance to the underground shaft and hurried towards it. We followed after him.

"Here...?" Annie asked, caution lacing her voice. I stopped walking and turned to her.

"Yeah... straight through here." I said, faking innocence. Armin began telling interesting facts about how these were the ruins of the planned underground city, and how we have small chances of getting caught through here. I looked back up the staircase and saw that Annie was still at the top.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem, Annie?"

"Don't tell me you're afraid of dark, narrow places?" Eren joked.

"I am. I'm scared. I doubt a brave, suicidal blockhead like you could ever understand the feelings of a feeble maiden like me." She took a step back.

'No...' I thought. 'We're losing her...'

"There's nothing feeble about a maiden who can flip a huge man 360 degrees in the air. Stop being stupid, we need to hurry!" Eren urged her.

"No. I'm not going." Annie said firmly. "We go above ground, or I won't help."

Silence.

Eren spun around and bared his teeth. "What the hell are you talking about? Hurry up and get down here! Stop messing around!" He raised his voice, aggravated by her attitude.

"Eren! Don't yell!" I reminded him.

"Why shouldn't he, Jo?" Annie's cold eyes moved to me. "I'm not sure why, but... for some strange reason, this whole street seems... deserted."

There were soldiers disguised as citizens hiding in the buildings, on rooftops, and behind walls. All waiting for the signal to attack.

She had caught on. It was official... she knew.

"Sheesh, Jo... That really hurts. When was it that you started... looking at me like that?" Annie asked in a sappy tone that was not her own whatsoever.

Armin held a sound flare behind his back, his shaky hand making it rattle softly. "Annie... Why did you have Marco's maneuver gear? He fixed even the smallest scratches and dents. I know, because I helped him do it."

"Oh... I just found it." She turned her head to the side carelessly, unwilling to face us.

"So, the two titan subjects. You killed them?"

"Maybe. But if you thought that a month ago... Why didn't you do anything back then?"

Armin's eyes widened. "Even now, I can't believe it. Maybe I made a mistake somewhere. I want to think I did. That's why—"

"Enough." I growled. I went up two steps and took off my hood. "No more guilt tripping. There's only one reason you won't come down here with us. It's because you are the female titan."

She stood there blankly. Guarded. I couldn't tell what she was feeling.

"How did you do it?" I asked. "Because I still can't wrap my head around it... how can a person kill so many people and still carry on with their life? Back in the forest, I tried to take you on and I failed. Well, guess what?" I ripped off my cloak, revealing my ODM gear. I wielded my sharp blades threateningly. "I've come to take care of unfinished business. I'll kill you for sure this time, female titan."

I expected her to get angry. To fight and maybe try one of her roundhouse kicks.

But never in a million years did I expect her to laugh. We all stared wide eyed at the cackling Annie at the top of the stairs. She laughed so hard she doubled over, her whole face turning red.

"What the fuck is so funny?!" I asked, anger flaring inside me.

"You know, Jo..." Annie said between breaths, as the wind swayed her pale blonde hair. "I'm glad that I was a good person to you. It looks like this whole gamble of yours payed off for now..." She suddenly looked maniacal. Annie lifted her finger to her mouth, white teeth about to pierce the flesh. "But... This is where my gamble begins!"

Armin raised his arm and shot the flare. BANG!

Soldiers disguised as citizens ran into the vicinity. Annie froze, taken by surprise, and before she could fight back or run, they were all on top of her, gagging her mouth so that she couldn't bite her hand and transform. She struggled against them.

For a moment there we had her. For a moment it seemed the plan was victorious.

Then—

She freed her hand from the herd of soldiers on her. Something glinted in the light. My eyes traveled to the ring on her finger, and the needle jutting out of it. That was just what she needed to transform. That was exactly what she needed to wreak havoc and possibly kill us all.

My heart jumped to my throat and I quickly reacted. I turned and ran down the stairs, pushing the others in. "We're too late!"

BOOM!

An explosion rocked me off my feet right as I entered the tunnel. I landed on the floor, my hands scraping against the jagged stone, and outside I could see lightning. Before I knew it Annie's Titan hand was reaching into the tunnel, trying to get ahold of us. Eren lifted me up and we all ran as fast as we could.

Shit, shit, shit... was all I could think. This whole operation is going to hell.

"What's next, Armin?" Mikasa asked.

"We meet up with Squad 3 and head above ground. Eren, you'll transform and fight Annie!" Armin said.

Eren nodded. He looked a little sick, I noted, but I payed no mind to it.

"There's squad 3!" Armin exclaimed

Ahead of us, four soldiers turned the corner. They waved at us. "Hey! Did the first capture attempt fail?"

"Yes!" Armin shouted. "Switch to plan B!"

In the blink of an eye, the tunnel gave a huge shudder and out of nowhere a gust of wind pushed us back. It didn't take long for us to realize a hole had been stomped through. The female titan raised her foot back up and all that was left was rubble and the massacred bodies of squad 3. I turned away, feeling nauseous.

"She's willing to let Eren die?" Mikasa said angrily.

"It's a bet." I said, panting. "She's betting that Eren won't be there when she steps. It's crazy, but it means she's harder to beat."

Just then, the female titan's large foot stomped through the other end of the tunnel. She would keep stomping and stomping until she reached us. We were trapped.

"Alright, get close. I'm going to transform." Eren declared. We all huddled around him. He raised his hand to his mouth and bit down. Blood squirted. I braced myself for the impact, the explosion, the strike of lightning, and the hot steam.

But nothing happened.

"No! Not now!" Eren yelled at himself, falling onto his knees. He kept biting his hand even harder, cursing himself through slurs of blood. The sight made my stomach churn. I didn't like seeing him like this.

"You can't turn into a Titan without a specific goal in mind." Armin told him. "Try again."

"I'm trying!" Eren said. He bit down again.

I sighed and crouched down next to him. "Admit it, Eren. You still won't believe Annie is the female titan. Why? Is it because it hurts you to think its someone we know personally? Someone we spent three years of our life next to? Well, I'm sorry but it's time to wake up. It hurts me too and I'm angry that she's turned out be this monster, but I'm also forced to realize that she killed Squad Levi! She tried to take you away! Countless soldiers never got to see home again because of her!"

I knew he heard what I was saying, but I wasn't sure he truly got the message. It's like he wanted to, but he was lacking the motive.

Thats when a theory popped into my head. My chest burned, and I was almost mad at myself for thinking such a thing, but I had to test the waters. "Or..." I raised both eyebrows. "Perhaps you have special feelings that are holding you back?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" He snapped.

"I have a plan!" Armin announced, interrupting our bickering. We both looked up at him. "Jo and I will go one way, and Mikasa will go the other. Whichever Annie doesn't choose is the one Eren uses to escape!" He said and unsheathed his blades. Mikasa and I did the same and we went different directions, not wasting any time.

"But that means you could die!" Eren yelled.

"If we stay here, all us will die!" I said.

This idea, however, was not very smart, we realized as soon as we left the tunnel. The minute we flew into the air on our gear, the female titan crashed her foot down in the exact spot where Eren was. The blood drained from my face. Oh, no...

"Eren!" Armin screamed, and he rushed towards the damage site. I trusted him to make sure Eren was alive.

But for now, I had unfinished business to take care of.

I went straight for the female titan, boiling with rage, and began an attack. It was human vs titan now. Like a bullet I cut through the air, avoiding her attempts to smash me or swat me into a building. A couple soldiers joined me and tried to help out, but whenever I would look back, they were already dead in a manner of seconds.

I dove down and sliced her ankles. Then her knees. Hopefully this would immobilize her. Two more soldiers joined in. She easily pulled the cables of their gear and they were catapulted into roofs, staining the shingles with their blood.

"Try that with me, bitch!" I screamed. "I dare you!" I ran down the street and quickly launched into the air again. For the most part it was a lot of back and forth. I would slice her up like deli meat and try to get to her weak spot, and she would regenerate before I had the chance to cause any real damage.

"What happened to us, Annie?" I yelled, slicing my way around her torso at breakneck speed. I left steaming, crimson incisions everywhere on her skin. "Did I mean nothing to you? All this time, was I just your entertainment?"

Annie turned and grazed her fist against the roofs of multiple buildings. Large chunks of cement rained down upon the street. This move took me by surprise and I struggled to dodge the debris. Just when I thought I was clear, a chunk of cement the size of a cannon ball struck me in mid air. I fell and tumbled onto the ground, every bone in my body aching with shocking pain. Thoughts swam without coherence in my brain and I couldn't think straight. For a long moment I was disoriented. My eyes opened only to close again as I laid there in the middle of the street, unable to move.

I felt someone pick me up and before I knew it, we were on a rooftop. I opened my eyes and the first face I saw was Jean's.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I- I think I'm fine." I said and he lowered me from his arms, helping me stand on my own. My body ached significantly, but not to the point where I was seriously injured. If anything, I'm lucky that chunk of cement didn't crush me completely.

A roar pierced the heavens.

"Was that..." Hanji said, her words hanging in the air.

A chord struck within me. "Eren." I said and looked east where the smashed underground tunnel was.

And I was right. A raging, terrifying bull of a Titan came running down the street. It's green eyes glinted maliciously like emeralds under the sun. Every soldier in the vicinity halted their attacks on the female titan and hurried out of the way.

Eren pounced on her and that's how the bloodiest, most violent Titan fight I've ever witnessed (worse than the one in the forest) began.

He did it... He finally did it. The corner of my lips twitched, a smile full of awe wanting to show itself. But a cold dread came over me and I stopped. It was different this time. The way he smashed the female titan into the side of a chapel— the way he roared and his hair hung ferociously over his face— his whole demeanor was overbearing. Too much monster. And little sign of the human inside.

He struck his fist on Annie's face, the muscle on her cheek tearing off. Blood splattered everywhere. I flinched a little, then quickly regained myself. I didn't want to say I was scared, but... I was scared.

And everyone else, too.

A speck of blue in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked to my right and walking— no, stumbling up a street— was a little girl in a blue dress. She was covered in some blood, I noticed. But most importantly, I noticed she was right in the way of Eren and the female titan, who had started to chase each other again. I gasped. She was going to get crushed!

"What's wrong? Jo— Jo!"

I left Jean and the others behind, diving off the roof and jetting away on my gear. I pushed my gas to the max as both titan shifters got closer and closer to the little girl, who now struggled to run for her life. Sweat beaded my forehead. My heart pounded harder, faster, more frantic than ever—

"Gotcha!" I exclaimed, snatching the little girl up and into the air just in time. The Titan shifters practically grazed us as they bolted down the street. Thinking quick, I took another route. This little girl... whoever she was... should probably get to safety.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, searching for the water canal where all the citizens were being transferred onto boats. The wind whipped my hair into my face and I could just barely make out the gate and the soldiers in the distance.

"The ch-chapel..." She squeaked, clinging tightly to me. Her eyes were wide and bright blue, like God had bestowed her a slice of the sky in her young, yet petrified gaze. "Mommy... Daddy... they were c-crushed..."

I closed my eyes in dismay. The word 'orphan' echoed in my brain. I could almost cry along with her, but I maintained my composure. I had to be the strong one here. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Ava." She said against my shoulder, barely audible.

"You're going to be okay, Ava." I reassured her, "I promise."

I landed on a street full of soldiers and tried to hurry past them. There was an obvious commotion going on here. But I couldn't stop to watch now. Getting little Ava to safety was my first priority.

"Johanna!" A familiar voice called, making me stop in my tracks.

The majority of them were Military Police, and they all appeared to be in the middle of a confrontation with the only two Survey Corps soldiers, Commander Erwin and Corporal Levi.

The Corporal was the one who had called me. He narrowed his eyes, probably wondering why I was carrying a child and running away from battle in such an unsightly manner. "Are you injured?" He actually sounded concerned.

"No..." I said, out of breath. "I know our orders were to stay in the field of battle... But I found this little girl and I'm just trying to get her on an evacuee boat."

He watched me, considered the girl, and eventually nodded. There was an unusual sympathy in his gaze. "Alright. Hurry, the boats will be departing any second now."

He didn't need to tell me twice. I was already gone halfway through his sentence. By the time I reached the water canal, the soldiers were already boarding up the entrance to the boat, about to give the signal for it to depart.

"Wait! Stop, I've got one more!" I yelled.

Our luck was hardly believable, but we made it and they had room for just one more. I helped Ava get in, her tearful self almost reluctant to let me go. Poor thing. She was cold, her dress was tattered and streaked with blood, and she had nowhere to go, no one to turn to.

Just like I was as a child. Hell, she probably has it worse. What if she never finds a 'Jean' that is kind enough to take her in?

I took off my uniform jacket and draped it over her small shoulders. The boat operator and one of the soldiers exchanged signals. They were about to depart.

"Stay strong." I told her.

She nodded, holding back her tears, snuggling into the jacket as the boat took off. "Thank y-you for saving me, miss!" were her last words to me. I backed away and watched the boat go until it was completely out of sight. Sighing, I then turned and hurried back to the area of bloodshed where Eren and the female titan were sure to be.

"How's he holding up?" I asked Jean the second I got back.

"It's amazing. He's winning— look!"

Eren pinned down the female titan and they struggled for dominance. Well, more like Annie struggled. He caught her neck in a headlock and gouged out one of her eyes so violently that I had to look away. Their screeches filled the air.

Annie suddenly slipped from under him. Desperation and the will to get out alive possessed her. She was no longer trying to overpower him in any way. No. Fleeing was her only option now.

She made towards the wall and dug her fingers into the cement. We all watched in horror as she scaled up the side of the wall, inching closer and closer to the top. Eren clung to her leg, biting down, but even he couldn't stop her. She kicked him, half her leg getting bitten clean off as a result.

"No... no, no, no!" Armin yelled as we all rushed to get across. "She can't get away!"

Even Hanji was at her wits end. "Somebody— quick—"

"Leave it to me!" I shouted.

Anger, hurt, the sting of betrayal— all of these emotions welled up inside of me and they were hard to keep contained as I flew at the speed of light to Annie. She saw me and immediately knew what was coming.

You have the power...

I raised my blades and let out a war cry, spinning and shredding across her fingers. Each one fell off.

to crush your weaknesses.

I moved on to her left hand. She tried to grow armor as a last minute resort. Ha... as if that would help. Reigning in all my strength, I brought my blades down again and sliced through the coat of crystal armor, through her muscles, and through the bones in her fingers. Blood sprayed the air. I reveled in the victorious, steaming sensation of it.

It happened in slow motion. We made eye contact as she started to fall. I hovered over her, and if I looked close enough, I could see my own reflection in her onyx black pupils, dilating more and more out of fear. Since she was so deep in denial about her defeat, I would have to announce it for her.

"Annie... fall." I said, and it felt like a goodbye. Not just to her, but to everything we ever had together.

Every soldier on every rooftop and street stopped to watch as she hit the ground, the sound louder than thunder. Eren pounced on her like a savage animal, heaving and roaring uncontrollably, eager to finally capture its prey. He opened his mouth and his teeth sunk into the flesh hungrily, tearing a large chunk out of the nape.

This was it. We finally had her.

But wait...

"Eren?" I said curiously, arching a brow.

He stayed frozen, peering into her raw nape, obviously stunned by something we couldn't see. What could possibly be so disturbing that—

Suddenly, a bright light exploded from the nape. The ground shook like there was an earthquake. No one knew exactly what was happening, but what we did know, was that Eren's Titan body was merging with the female titan's, and he couldn't get out.

"What is that? What's going on?" Several people yelled.

Being the closest, I flew to Eren's neck and cut him out as quick as I could before the whole titan was merged. I held him tight, his body piping hot, and dropped to the ground. The blast of light ended, and when we all looked again, Annie— in the simplicity of her human form— was trapped inside a crystal.

Peaceful.

* * *

"Was this all for nothing?"

The clanks of the rickety elevator echoed all throughout the shaft as we descended down, down, down....

"For nothing? I believe this latest tragedy has moved us forward by leaps and bounds. Not long ago, we hadn't even imagined the possibility of humans turning into titans..."

When we finally reached the bottommost level, Hanji opened the sliding gate. I clenched my teeth. Stay calm, I mentally told myself, even though I felt like a bomb that could detonate any second. Hanji and Corporal Levi, who was also present, both shared looks of skepticism. They watched me calculatingly as I stepped out.

"Not only are we now aware of the enemy in our midst, but we have also captured one..."

Before me, in this cold and damp and depressing underground cave, was the reason most of Stohess was in ruins:

Annie.

"Make no mistake, there are more of them out there..."

It was a pain in the ass trying to get permission to come down here. The Commander is a hard man to convince. But I persisted anyways until he finally said yes. Nevertheless, here I was. And here she was, preserved in this self-made crystal. Suddenly I was clueless as to why I came here in the first place. No information will be obtained out of this visit. Its not like I can talk to her. None of us can.

Lets just say... I needed to see her again one last time. That's a good enough excuse for now.

"And we will hunt down every last one."

Those were the words Commander Erwin responded with when I was brave enough to pop the question that was on everyone's mind... "Was this all for nothing?". Whether I agreed with him or not, that was still undecided. Its a gamble. I’m not ready to say it was worth it until I see the final results. And we won't be seeing any results until we've reached the end of humanity's long fought battle against the titans. In the end, we either win or we go extinct.

I think I'll decide then.

But for now... I think I'm allowed to feel angry.

No, worse than that.

I'm allowed to feel hurt.

I approached Annie's crystal, walking closer and closer until finally, I stood face to face with her. She was so peaceful: eyes closed, frozen in a sliver of time, out of sync with the world, quiet, untouchable...

It was infuriating.

"Annie," I said, pressing a hand against the crystal. It's surface chilled my palm. "I hope you’re happy." A bitter taste flooded my mouth. Self-control was slowly slipping away. "Have fun in there while we pick up the pieces out here, yeah?" I chuckled dryly. My hand curled into a fist. "No, but seriously... I hope your happy!"

Something snapped. I brought my fist down on the crystal.

"Jo—"

Red was the color I saw. Boiling, flashing red. "You murderer!" Screaming, I punched the crystal repeatedly, the skin of my knuckles splitting open. I was unaware and at the same time very aware of the Corporal and Hanji telling me to calm down, but I didn't care. The mere sight of her stirred up a hatred inside of me that was impossible to tame. I screamed and kept pounding as hard as I could, "YOU COWARD! YOU FUCKING LIAR, COME OUT!"

"That’s it. Take her."

A pair of arms wrapped around my torso and I was lifted up and away. Kicking and screaming, I tried to get out of Corporal Levi's hold. My heart bled more than my crimson knuckles, more than anything. I just wanted answers.

"ANNIE, YOU BITCH! COME OUT AND FACE YOUR SINS!"

But my demands were met with silence. The only answer was the echo of my own voice.

Peaceful.

End of Chapter 17

End of Book 1

a/n

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As you can see, this is the end of Book 1. There will be a Book 2 that continues onto season 2, so don’t worry! This fic wont be coming to an end anytime soon. I have big plans!

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-Miki

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Pretty Woman | (B)

PAIRING— kim namjoon x reader, Pretty WomanAU GENRE — fluff, smut, angst SUMMARY — based entirely off the 1990′s film ‘Pretty Woman’. Nothing below is my original work, all credit goes to the movie. Kim Namjoon is a wealthy businessman who arrives in Hollywood to meet with a tycoon of a shipbuilding company he’s in the process of raiding. Lost trying to find his hotel, he meets you, a feisty and straight up prostitute on Hollywood Boulevard. 

↪ A/N: I am appalled by the amount of youth who have not seen this film. I have linked the film for your viewing pleasure here because it’s a fucking classic.  Otherwise, just read this lmao complete summary of the movie. 

During a phone call with his younger girlfriend, she dumps him for being too controlling. Namjoon is frustrated and sick of the women in his life only after one thing; his money. Not taking her seriously, he rolls his eyes and asks her to escort him home -as he doesn’t live in LA and this is her playground. “This is a very important week for me darling, I need you at every moment. I thought my secretary cleared you?” 

“You never give me any notice and I speak more to your fucking secretary than I do with you.” 

“I am sorry if I made you upset, this deal is very important and I need you here this minute, please if you could-

She hangs up on him after telling him to “fuck off Namjoon, I am not your beck and call girl. I’m moving out, when you get back to New York, my stuff will be gone.” Putting the phone back into his suit pocket, he slumps against the bar, drinking the rest of his coke. 

Kim Namjoon finds himself accidentally ending up on Hollywood Boulevard in the city’s red-light district in his lawyers Lotus Esprit sports car, after forcing him to give him the keys. Not thinking his actions through, he speeds up the hill instead of down, where Beverly Hills is located. 

Forced awake by the three alarms clocks, you pull yourself out of your makeshift mattress on the floor and get ready for you shift on the streets. Wearing thigh high leather boots, a small denim skirt, a white tank, short blonde wig and a train conductors hat, you walk to work. 

Except, your landlords banging on your door for rent, stopping you from leaving. Opening the back of the toilet compartment for this months rent, you find the box where you kept your rent money empty.

Sighing. You put it back into the compartment as your landlord continues to bang on your door. Grabbing a red coat, you open the window and escape from paying rent with money you don’t have down the fire escape. 

You’ve always loved Hollywood at night. Busy streets, the distant sound of police sirens, homeless men in expensive threads offering advice on the key to happiness. 

But tonight, it’s different. Detective Albertson, the usual cop on these roads is interviewing men -key witnesses. It looks like another ones been killed -drug deal gone wrong. It’s been happening a lot these days, it’s a reason why you’re thankful that you’re strictly against drugs, never letting yourself sink to that low. 

Hooking was enough. 

Only when you get close, you realise it’s not one of the boys but one of your own.  

Slipping past the police, you walk into the alleyway as police attempt to identify the body. You silently lean over the man holding the camera as they cover her body. 

Marie. 

She was only 18, had a bright future ahead of her. You hadn’t seen her in weeks. Had she been in the dumpster this entire time? 

“Another kitten on the streets buying crack like it’s milk, the fuck these kids doing these days,” a police officer says, almost a little too passively. “How many girls are we going to find in the dumpster this week?” 

Feeling vomit rise up your throat, you run across the road to Irene’s usual hangout. You love your roommate usually but today, you’re angry. Fist bumping the bouncer, he lets you in as you walk through the mostly red lit club. Walking up to the bartender, a familiar of yours, he grins. “Nice to see you this evening, run out of books?” 

“Had to use them as kindling,” you smile back. “Hey pops, you know where Irene is?” 

He nods his head to the stairs. “Upstairs kid.” 

“Thanks.” 

You spot her in the far corner, combing her hair. “Irene.” you shout over the music. She looks up, happy as fucking larry. “Hey, y/n.”

“Did you take it all? Is it all gone?” 

She looks nervous, standing up, she shouts. “Carlos sold me some good shit, we just had this great party I hosted-

-I can’t believe you bought drugs with out rent money, whats wrong with you?” You interrupt her, hands on your hips. 

Her eyes glisten with tears. “I needed a little pick me up.”

You shout at her. “Well, we need rent money.”  

Grabbing your arm, she pulls you down to the bar for snacks. She gives you the same look she gave you when you knocked on her door 8 months ago. “I gave you place to say and some money, don’t irritate me.”

“I just saw a girl get pulled out of a dumpster for buying drugs Irene.” 

She puts a couple grapes in her mouth. “Yeah, I know. Marie. She was a crackhead for months. No one could help her.”

Girls fight in the distance, you both watch them crash to the ground in nonchalance. “Look Irene,” you whisper, facing her. “Don’t you want to get out of here?”  

“Where, where the fuck you wanna go?” 

You sink in your chair, “I guess, anywhere but here.” 

Namjoon can’t drive the sports car. That he knows well as he pulls up next to a homeless man carting through someones rubbish. “You know how to get to Beverly Hills?” he asks, leaning towards the window from the drivers seat. 

The man laughs. “Honey, you’re in Beverly Hills right now!” 

Namjoon drives away. “Of course I am.” 

Irene leans on the parking metre as you rub your heel against your designated Hollywood star. “Maybe we should get pimps?” she asks and you snort laugh your way to Africa. 

“And what, ruin our lives and he takes all of our money? No way.” 

She nods. “You’re right. We say who, we say when and how much.” 

A car skids behind them. Irene gasps. “Yo, catch this out.” 

“Wait a minute, that’s a lotus?” you gasp, watching it skid to a halt on the curb a couple metres away from you.   

“No baby, that’s rent. You should go for him. You look hot tonight. Don’t take less than a couple hundred. Call me when you’re done. Take care of you.” she pulls you into a hug. 

“Take care of you too.” you say back. 

In his confusion with how to drive the car, he skids over to the curb where he encounters a prostitute by the parking metre, you. 

“Sugar, you want a date?” you ask. Leaning on his open window, you watch in amusement as he tries to remember how to turn the car back on. “Do you not know how to drive your car, sir?” 

”Driving this car is the least of my worries, do you perhaps know the directions to Beverly Hills Regent Hotel?” he asks, turning back to you. You admire his stunning brown eyes and reassuring grin. 

”Do I perhaps know my own city?” you snort, chewing your gum, you look him up and down. Not bad. “I know it like the back of my hand. It’s gonna cost you $5 though.” 

“That’s ridiculous-

“-price just went up to $10.” 

He stares at you in disbelief. “You can’t charge for directions.” 

“I can do whatever I want to baby, i’m not the one lost.” 

"Alright fine. Please, will you help me? Can you guide me there?” he begs, holding his two hands up in a praying expression, a twenty hanging between them. 

You hop in. “Alright, down the road, make a right.” 

“So what’s your name?” he asks. 

“Anything you want it to be?” you wink at him. Namjoon stares at you, still waiting for a name. 

“Fine, my name’s Y/N.” 

After much discussion on how to drive the expensive sports car, it becomes clear that you know more about the Lotus than he does, and so he lets you drive instead. 

“This is gonna cost ya,” you mumble, spitting out your gum on the sidewalk as you run over to the drivers seat. “Never driven a car in thigh high leather boots before.” 

“I’ve never let a hooker drive my car before, new experiences for both of us.”

You snort laugh. “It’s gonna cost ya another $20. I’m sure you have the much on you, right?” 

He gapes at you. “Of course.” 

“So, tell me. What kind of money you girls make these days?” he asks, folding his coat on his pocket as you drive. 

“I don’t take less than a couple hundred dollars.” you lie, clutching onto the wheel. Your usual was 100 but, he looks rich. 

He gapes at you. “A night?” 

“An hour.” 

“You’re making that kind of money an hour and you’ve got a safety pin holding your boot up? You gotta be joking.”

You look at him seriously. “I never joke about money.”  

“Neither do I.” 

You drive through the night life silently. “$200 an hour, pretty stiff.” 

Without taking your eyes off the road, you put your hand on his crutch. Softly palming him through his suit pants. “Well, no but it's got potential.” 

He looks up at you with a blank expression. You put your hand back on the wheel and grin. 

Namjoon gives you a $50 note for the ride after you park his car outside the hotel, and then you separate. 

Re-calling his girlfriend one more time, or more accurately, his now ex-girlfriend, she screams at him to get a hooker and to leave her alone. 

He slumps himself against the elevator and then he looks out the window from his hotel penthouse room in thought. Maybe he should get a hooker. 

You go to a bus stop, where he finds you again moments later and offers to hire you for the night. You accept, needing the rent money and he hands you a roll of money in his hotel room. You lick your fingers as you count over $1000 dollars. Your heart races as you put the money in your boot, thats more than enough for rent for a couple months and a little extra for school. 

Pulling out your collection of condoms from your boot, held up by the safety pin. You offer him one of each colour, ready to put one on him when he stops you, asking to instead just simply, talk. 

Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you tell him you’ll be out in a moment and that the wine they just had really got to you. Thinking you to be taking drugs, he barges through the door as you hold dental floss behind your back. “I don’t do drugs, I just think you shouldn’t neglect your gums.” 

He stands at the door. 

You stare at him in the mirror. “Are you going to watch?” 

“No, it’s just,” He shakes his head. “Very few people surprise me.” 

“Well yeah, you’re lucky. Most shock the hell out of me.” 

Later on that night, he’s at his desk finishing up on his documents and you’re on the floor by the tv -boots off, eating strawberries and popcorn, and watching old movies. He sits on the couch beside you, dropping all of his paperwork to instead watch the way your smile lights up your face when something funny happens on TV. He finds it refreshing.  

Spurred on by the intense look on his face, you climb to your knees and crawl between his thighs. Rubbing your hands up his thighs, you palm him without breaking eye contact. He tries to kiss you but you hold a finger on his lips, informing him of your no kissing rule. 

You give him a blow job that night, and he falls asleep on the couch when he’s done. You run to his bedroom and fall asleep on the most expensive bed you’ve ever touched. 

You have the best sleep of your life. 

The next morning, you awake to a full table of breakfast. Namjoon didn’t know what you liked so he ordered everything from avocado on toast to bacon and eggs. 

Wearing a matching bathrobe, you sit beside him. He’s surprised by your natural hair, in fact, he thinks you look beautiful as you eat the toast with your hands. You ask him about his life, feeling overwhelmed over just how articulate and rich this man is. 

You liken his job of buying companies in financial difficulties and then selling them off to stealing cars and selling the parts. Namjoon begins to look at his business in a new light. 

Listening to music and singing in the bathtub that morning, Namjoon receives a call from his lawyer, Jackson, that insists he brings a date to the business to act as a buffer. Offering a laundry list of nice girls he knows, Namjoon cuts him off, smiling at you in the bath tub. “You don’t know any nice girls and besides, I already have one.” 

“Y/N,” he says, and you pull out the earphones, feeling embarrased over your moment of careless bliss. “Sorry, I love that song.” you whisper.  

“Y/N, I have a business proposition for you.” 

He asks you to play the role his girlfriend has refused, offering you $5,000 to stay with him for the next six days as well as paying for a new, more acceptable wardrobe for you. 

He gives you his credit card, requesting that you only purchase clothes that are elegant and conservative. He leaves not much later and you scream to your hearts content, jumping on his bed in celebration of $5,000! 

Picking up the phone you call Irene, and you both scream into each others ears. Holding up his card into the sunlight, you ask. “Where do I go for the clothes?” 

“Rodeo Drive baby.” 

You leave the hotel with the same clothes you walked in with, gaining the unwanted attention of men and scowls from women in the main lobby. Walking down Rodeo, you marvel at the expensive threads in windows before you look back at the card in your hands, kissing it. 

You enter a designer brand with a nice dress out front. Each customer service representative in the room, look at you in distaste. “Are you looking for something in particular?” a woman asks, following you as you look at the clothes. 

You smile at her. “Yes actually, something conservative but I don’t know really.” 

“Oh, conservative yes.” 

You hold the hem of a pretty lace dress. “I like your clothes here, nice stuff. How much is this dress here?” 

“I don’t think it would fit you.” 

“Well, I didn’t ask if it would fit, I asked how much it was.” 

She turns to another customer service rep. “How much is this Mary?” 

Mary crosses her arms across her chest. “It’s very expensive.” 

“Very expensive.” 

You turn to look at other clothes. “Look, I have money to spend here.” 

Mary cuts you off from looking at a dress. “I don’t think we have anything here for you,” looking you up and down, she adds. “You’re obviously in the wrong place. Please leave.” 

Leaving the store silently, tears glistening in your eyes. You walk back to the hotel, disheartened by the woman in this world. Walking through the lobby, you are stopped by a soft-hearted Hotel Manager, Barney, who asks that you dress appropriately in his hotel. 

You cry your heart out, telling him that is what you were trying to achieve today.  He asks what you were trying to purchase. You tell him that you were trying to buy a dress for a dinner this evening. 

Walking around the desk, he picks up the phone. You immediately think he’s calling the police but are instead relieved to hear that he’s calling Womens Clothing just for you. 

“I’m sending Y/N over to you, she is the very special family member of a very special guest here at the Beverly Hills Regent Hotel.” 

You smile, feeling the kindness from an otherwise strict man. 

Now having a dress for the evening, you ask Barney, the hotel manager to teach you etiquette. He spends a couple of hours of his own free time to teach you. Still confused by the silverware, he advices you to follow after Namjoon’s lead. 

“The rich just make it more difficult for themselves don’t they?” you snort laugh, picking up the many forks on the table. 

That evening, you sit at the bar in the lobby wearing a black cocktail dress. Visibly moved by you transformation, Namjoon begins seeing you in a very different light. Openly gaping at you as you walk up to him, you chastise him for being late. “You’re late Mr. Kim.” 

“And you are stunning.” 

The dinner is intense. You don’t know an awful lot about his business but he tells you on the way to the restaurant that this is a company he wishes to purchase, sell off and make lots of money from. Even potentially gaining a billion dollars.  

You ask him what the point is when he doesn’t do anything with the money. He laughs, holding you close to him. “I bought you for the week didn’t I?” 

“That is correct but I am a dollar in the sea of billions.” 

He thinks on that as he walks you to the table where two gentlemen await; a father and his adult grandson. As the dinner continues, the men admire your innocence, even comforting your lack of knowledge on the food and type of silverware to use. 

As you try to eat, the discussions get heated as they ask what Namjoon plans to happen to their family company. He is honest, tells them he plans to break it apart and sell the pieces. 

They are understandably hurt. 

You are understandably confused on how to use the apparatus to eat the snail escargot, whatever they called it. At the peak of anger, the snail flies out of your hands and into a waiters arms. It’s a welcomed distraction, as the men laugh but it doesn’t downplay the serious business at hand. 

Namjoon is called a bastard who uses corrupt politicians to his advantages.

The men wish you well as they leave. 

“We are similar creatures Y/N,” he says, walking you back to his hotel room. “We both screw people for money.” 

Later that evening, Namjoon has disappeared and hasn’t come to bed, its now 3am. Getting worried, you call the hotel elevator service if they have seen him. In nothing but a bathrobe, they take you to the hotels piano room where Namjoon has slumped himself over the keys to play a passionate piece.

You lean against the piano.

Namjoon stops playing, asking everyone in the room to leave. 

Grabbing you by the waist, he pulls you against the keys so you stand before him. Leaning his head on your stomach, you tangle your fingers through his hair. “You okay?” 

Saying nothing else, he unties your bathrobe to run his fingers over your lingerie. Lifting you up and onto the piano, you whisper. “I guess so.” 

He tries to kiss you but you pull away. 

Not letting it ruin the moment, he lays you down on top of the piano. Eating you out. The soft sounds of mismatched piano keys are the only thing heard from outside the room. 

The next day, he takes you shopping and oh boy do you get your revenge on those nasty girls from the day before. Spending thousands on clothes for you, Namjoon informs you that people are never kind to other people, they’re only kind to money.

You remember this as you walks into the store from yesterday in nothing but Chanel from head to toe, holding up bags from the likes of Gucci and Prada. “Hi,” you say, walking up to the same woman from yesterday. “Do you remember me?” 

“I’m sorry, I do not.” 

“I came in yesterday, you wouldn’t wait on me.” 

Walking around the store, you smile. “You work on comission right?” 

“Ah yes.” she says. 

“Well, big mistake. Huge mistake,” holding your bags, she looks at the labels on each, a gasp tears through her lips. “I have to go shopping now, goodbye.” 

You leave the store with a swing in your hips. The ladies watch on in disbelief. 

In his office, Namjoon is told if he makes one single phone call to the bank, he can ruin the family business owner he met last evening. He ignores Jackson as he talks about money, as he mindlessly stacks glass cups on each other. 

Namjoon is uncomfortable with the idea that he doesn’t build or make anything like you asked him if he did. Growing increasingly uncomfortable with a company that tears smaller ones apart, he gets an idea that might just change the entire course of his life. 

Back at the hotel, you await beside a candle lit dinner naked. Namjoon comes home and with a happy face, asks that you bathe together, hoping to wash away the grime he feels like he is. 

Namjoon takes you to a polo match in hopes of networking for his business deal. His attorney, Jackson, suspects you as a corporate spy, and Namjoon tells him how you truly met after watching you converse with another man. 

He’s ashamed of the jealousy he feels. 

But when he sees you smile so widely and it’s not because of him, he’s baffled. When had you gotten so close? 

Jackson later approaches you, suggesting they do business once your work with Namjoon is finished. Insulted, and furious that Namjoon has revealed your secret, you want to end the arrangement.

Namjoon apologizes, and admits to feeling jealous of a business associate to whom you paid attention to at the match. You fight in the hotel lobby, yelling at him for making you feel the cheapest you’ve ever felt in your life. 

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” 

You shake your head, dismissing his comments. “I wanna get my money and get outta here.” 

He stares at you for a long hard minute before emptying his wallet and walking away. You stare at the money before deciding not to take it. Namjoon chases after you as you’re about to get into the elevator. 

He sincerely apologies and you let him take you back into the room.  You sleep together that night, staying up late, talking about each others lives. You tell him how you got into hooking because you followed an old exboyfriend who abandoned you in the city. 

You couldn’t make rent after working three jobs and then you met Irene, who took you in and made hooking sound great. “The first time I did it, I cried the whole time. It’s not like it’s a star profession, a dream, something kids grow up wanting to be.” 

“You could be so much more.” he whispers, kissing your temple. 

You cuddle into his naked chest. “But then people put you down when you start to believe that.” 

“I think you’re very bright, a very beautiful and special person.” 

“You ever notice that the bad things are easier to believe?” 

He doesn’t nod but agrees with it wholeheartedly. 

Clearly growing involved, Namjoon takes you in his private jet to see La Traviata in San Francisco. Jackson isn’t too happy about him leaving in the middle of this deal for date with a hooker. Namjoon holds back, telling him to be careful with his word. 

In a perfect red dress with a necklace worth a quarter of a million dollars, you feel like a princess. You are then moved to tears by the story of the prostitute who falls in love with a rich man. 

You break your "no kissing on the mouth" rule for him and then, you make love with Namjoon. After that, you two are constantly together. 

On dates. 

Kissing. 

Having sex. 

And in the aftermath of it all, when you’ve spent your last day with him, you tell Namjoon that you love him, but he does not respond. Your heart breaks for the first time but you knew he’d never love you back. 

You’re just a prostitute in a nice dress. 

Namjoon offers to put you up in an apartment so you don’t have to pay rent and so you can be off the streets. Hurt at his charity, you refuse, saying that this is not the "fairy tale" you dreamed of as a child, in which a knight on a white horse rescues you. 

Meeting with the tycoon whose shipbuilding company he is in the process of trying to obtain. Namjoon changes his mind. He doesn’t want to be someone who destroys things, but someone who builds things, makes them better. His time with you has shown him a different way of looking at life, and he suggests working together to save the company rather than tearing it apart and selling off the pieces. 

Jackson is furious at losing so much money, goes to the hotel to confront Namjoon but finds only you. Blaming you for the change in Namjoon, he attempts to rape you. Namjoon arrives just in time, punches him and throws Jackson out of the room.

You cower behind the couch, a bruise on your face from where Jackson had hit you. He stares at your doe eyed expression in apology, feeling his cold dead heart race. 

With his business in L.A. complete, Namjoon asks you to stay one more night with him -- because you want to, not because he's paying you. 

You refuse. 

Then you part ways.

You never accept his payment, choosing to leave the money behind. Namjoon holds the $5,000 in his hands feeling lost and empty. 

Taking the clothes however, is a completely different story. Sweeping the streets clean of your hooker friends, you give them an outfit each and encourage them to all apply for jobs. They all give you money for the clothes -enough to sustain yourself for a couple of months. 

After each of your friends receive interviews, you teach them proper social etiquette and how to look strong in front of employers. 

“How do we turn our experiences into strengths,” one woman asks. 

You grin. “You got any talents?” 

“I guess, I can blow two guys at the same time and watch the clock in the corner of my eye? Does that count?” 

Crossing your arms over your chest and then your legs, you sit up straight. “Honey, you can multitask well and you work in a timely fashion. Next?” 

“I strictly only have threesomes? There’s more money.” 

Leaning forward, you laugh. “Easy, you’re a team player. You work well in a team to ensure a good financial gain to the company and you work only for a positive result.” 

The girls sink into the chairs, laughing wildly at the prospect of this actually working. You open up a business to get people off the street and into jobs, and at first it works and then, it really works. Money starts pouring in from donations and familiar investors but it’s not enough to keep a roof over your head. The prospect of becoming homeless scares you more than you’d like to admit. 

Across town, Namjoon re-thinks his life as heads to the aiport back to New York and has the hotel chauffeur detour to your apartment building, where he leaps from out the white limo's sun roof and "rescues you", an urban visual metaphor for the knight on a white horse of her dreams. 

So what happens after he climbed up the tower and rescues her?  She rescues him right back.

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[sevenhexagons]

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

Yoooo @dreamyleofangirl thanks for tagging me this looks fun :D

LAST:

Last drink: W A T E R 

Last phone call: I’m so cool my mom

Last text message: "You got this” received from my gurl eunice she aint here today but shoutout to you hun! (idk if she has tumblr tbh)

Last song you listened to?:The Eden Project : Chasing Ghosts (i know im indie af)

Last time I cried: If you know please tell my therapist, we have been trying to figure that one out in a while

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated someone twice: no lmao ive dated once ever period

Been cheated on: I hope not haha

Kissed someone and regretted it: my first kiss was the worst eugh. kissing in general is weird 

Lost someone special: nope which means when i will i will be a trainwreck

Been depressed:hahahahahahaha

Been drunk and thrown up: oooooh boy do i have some stories (once im a nerd)

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: i know like one or two people who like me (i hate them though) (jk i love my friends)

Fallen out of love: yeah kinda? it still hurt when we broke up though

Laughed until you cried: i love when this happens

Met someone who changed you: pretentious douchebag alert: i think every person changes us a bit. and i am greatful for that cause i was a dick at 14

Found out who your true friends are: idk the idea of true friends is stupid. i just hang with people i like till one of us doesnt want to hang anymore. people move on.

Found out someone was talking about you: yeah and boy it sucks

GENERAL:

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: like 2

Do you have any pets?: i wish i did but i myself am in need of too much work

Do you want to change your name?: I used to want to be called “lily” or “stella” now i love it!

What time did you wake up this morning?: hahahahaha what is morning (12pm)

What were you doing last night?:  playin sims being super awesome 

Name something you cannot wait for: south park “the fractured but whole!” i cant fucking wait

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: hmmm, only thomas. tom isnt a usual nickname here

What’s getting on your nerves rn?: i am always on my nerves

Blood type: B positive baby B-)

Nickname: Dragon (hell yeah) or Gaga (still hell yeah). also my high school nickname was Big Mac which is like super hell yeah

Relationship status: hahahahahahaha 

Zodiac sign: Aquarius (hit up my aquarius tag for more me!)

Pronouns: she/her or they/them or idk ask me again in a year

Favorite tv show: Rick and Morty (not in a weird way), gumball! and princess sophia (she is awesome what do you mean its a kids show shut up)

College: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 

Hair colour: brown/ whatever wig i buy next hahahahaha

Do you have a crush on someone: not telling (its complicated okay)

What do you like about yourself: I am the personification of perfection and i quote memes all day long what isnt there to love???

FIRSTS:

First surgery: at 18 (havent stopped since lmao)

First piercing: I got my ears pierced like 4 more times at 13

First sport you joined: Soccer i think

First vacation: to the grandparents probably 

First pair of sneakers: idk if i ever owned sneakers

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: wish i was

Drinking: W A T E R

I’m about to: Clean my room (i finished like half wohoo)

Listening to: Edeeeeeen

Want kids: if i want a puking loud diaper wearing douchebag in my house ill get someone who can pay rent at least

Get married: i love the idea of getting married but like platonically

Career: I want to be a Starbucks Barista when I grow up :3

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: Eyes probably but thats a tough one

Hugs or kisses: hugs aaaaall the way

Shorter or taller: both are equally amazing

Older or younger: since im only 20 anything below me is almost a child so rightnow older

Romantic or spontaneous: i have actually no idea what they mean

Sensitive or loud: with what? i am so confused what? in what way do they relate?

Hook up or relationship: neither hahahaha (i am weird okay but i guess relationship)

Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker tbh but like not mean just up for stupid shit

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: yeah ugh

Drank hard liquor: (i lied about the water its vodka) (im kidding) (yes)

Lost contacts/glasses? during a theme park ride i lost my glasses haha i was blind for two days! that was fun!

Sex on first date: noooooooo

Broken someone’s heart: that would require someone liking me in the first place lmao

Been arrested: no but I wish though

Turned someone down: again that would require someone liking me

Fallen for a friend: idk not really. i do get crushes often though

DO YOU BELIEVE:

In yourself: i would love to say yes but im not quite there yet. But i believe in myself to one day get there!

Miracles: probably

Love at first sight: I fall in love with 3 strangers on the subway each day so yes

Heaven:idk i wont fuck with it though

Santa Claus: he is real shut up

I am tagging @sonotsiobhan @detectiveinspectorme26 @thelasttitanslayer and ofc @ashy-le-mashy

i dont know more people hahahaha

#me #personal