I am Theodora, welcome to Oz. Have you seen the Wizard? You see there is a legend that only a great wizard can destroy the wicked witch. Just don't tell my sister I'm looking for him, she gave up on him long ago. One warning, please don't call me wicked, I am a good witch.
Vas happenin'!? Zayn Malik here! I'm from Bradford, England. I am also 1/5 of the great boy band One Direction. I hope you join me in our crazy adventures or even during our recording sessions. Spending time around me and the guys never gets old.
Hey, I'm Finn Hudson. I used to be the popular guy in high school and leader of the glee club. Now I've graduated and I'm in New York city. Contrary to what Rachel knows, I actually did get into the Actors Studio. I just made believe I was in the army so Rachel could move on. I'm just glad New York is big and she won't find me soon. I can't be a distraction.
(This is a multi-muse and multi-verse rp blog. The main muse will be the Doctor but it will switch depending on my mood. Mun is over 18. This blog could contain NSFW content.)
Zayn was lost in the kiss as they he got pulled closer. The taste of the other boy’s mouth was pure sugar. His mind was quiet until an image of Liam flashed in his head. He quickly pulled away eyes wide. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that.” Zayn said after catching his breath. He made the gap between each other bigger and frowned at not being able to touch the other Zayn but it was for the best. Zayn looked down at his hands thinking about what to say next. “I’ll go into work… Do you think it would be safe? They won’t look for yo- me there?” He asked trying to get back on subject.
"I know…" Zayn comment about how good the other was with tattoos as he passed his fingetips over the other’s hand that was covered with ink, still being close to him and never even thinking of pulling back. He liked how close they were and something made him feel very comfortable and warm inside. His eyes were looking down at his other self’s lips while he was talking, rubbing softly their foreheads together and then it happened. Zayn didn’t protest, he didn’t even pulled back socked. When their lips met he felt his heart beating fast and all the little voices in his head hushing. The hand he was cupping his other self’s neck pulled him closer and kept kissing him. Covering his lips and tasting his mouth. His eyes were closed and his head tilted to one side, having no idea why wasn’t he stopping right now.
No. By now they know I just got a second ear piercing. Nothing too exciting.
Don’t tell them differently, it’ll give you a bad boy edge.
Zayn tried to keep a straight face as Paige talked but started laughing when she explained her problem. “I’m sorry but that is a simple model! I can help you figure it out but the question is will you remember.” He teased taking her phone and exploring it.
"So I got this new phone…and I pretty much don’t even know how to answer it. I asked the sales guy for the simplest thing he could find, no bells and whistles, just a phone that I can answer and go "Hey this is Paige, what thing do you want from me that I probably can’t give you?" But no…he says…
Today’s woman crush is @perrieeele I love her to death! #wcw
So for this weeks #mcm I chose two amazing youtubers. @amazingphil and @danisnotonfire
Zayn was caught of guard by his words. Everything the other boy was saying. Zayn knew right there and then, he wasn’t going back, he needed to be there for the other boy. “Lucky for you, I’m great with needles and tattoo machines.” He simply said. Zayn nodded to his request and took a deep breath. “I promise to do everything in my power to stay safe and if anything bad happens I will call you.” A promise he was already intending to keep. Zayn’s touch made him fill warm, a hint of electricity between them. He knew it wasn’t right. He had Liam and loved him very much but there was a connection between them he hadn’t felt in ages. Zayn then did the unthinkable and closed the already small gap between them and pressed his lips against his other self.
Zayn felt vulnerable and the other’s reaction scared him, that silence… he hated it and he hated his life. He would perfectly understand if the famous guy would just lean over the phone and call his bodyguards to come and pick Zayn up, throw him out of the hotel and never see each other ever again but… when he raised his hazel orbs and looked at Zayn looking at him he felt like he was understanding him somehow. “I’m working in a tattoo shop…” He murmured and rubbed his left upper arm. “I’m a tattoo artist…” He said and cornered his lips. “Look…” Zayn said after a few second of silence. “If you want to call it off it’s fine. It’s alright. I-I-I I mean I understand; why would you risk your life for someone that you don’t even know? You have your money, you have your freedom, you have a bloody boyfriend who loves you. And what do I got?” He asked and looked at the famous guy. “None of those things…” Without thinking Zayn cupped the side of the other’s neck and brought their foreheads together. “I’m not someone worthy dying for.” He said the tragic truth in low voice. “So if you feel like they are after you or something is going very wrong promise me… promise!” He said and pulled him even closer, showing him how he cared about him. “That you will call me. No matter the time. You will call me and I’ll be right there, no matter where I am. Okay?” Zayn asked and without noticing his moves he rubbed his forehead against the other’s, like they were lovers that just had found each other. “A plan sound like a good idea…” He murmured after a while with his eyes closed just breath the other’s scent…
Zayn looked at the boy curiously as he saw him starting to go shy. He couldn’t help but smile not knowing what had caused that reaction. “Olly, that’s an awesome name. Can’t wait to hear him.” Zayn said with a nod. He took a drink of his beer and still looking at the other…
Zayn furrowed his brow thinking for a second. He never thought of the things he couldn’t do but it was a good question. Zayn bit his lip and smiled when he had an answer. “Actually I’m quiet bad at a few things. Dancing for example, very bad at it. I can’t swim, never learnt to. Also not good at meeting new people, takes a lot of effort.” He said with a small shrug and shy smile.
Zayn knew something was up when the other boy didn’t answer right away but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Zayn dropped his fries when his other self told him the story, part of him wanted to call of the deal but the other part was telling him to concider what the boy was saying. It took him a few moments for his thoughts to come together again. He looked at Zayn and nodded. “Alright. Well they won’t hurt me if I stay hidden. I have enough money to be able to survive. Still there are other ways they can find you… I mean me.” He thought quietly. “Your job?” He asked taking another fry. Under another circumstance, Zayn would have kicked the other boy out or even called the police but when he looked into the boy’s eyes, he knew that boy needed a break. An escape. Zayn knew he was helping him. “We just have to form a plan for me not to get caught by the gang members.” He said with a firm nod.
Zayn took between his thin fingers a fried chicken finger and begun eating as his upper arm was slightly brushing over the other’s since they were sitting so close to each other. While munching he turned and looked at his other self. He knew that type of question woud come sooner or later but I guess he was hoping for later. He looked down and took some fries in his mouth while finishing the chicken finger. He wanted to tell him that it was nothing important… that he souldn’t worry… but for some strange reason he wanted to tell the other the truth. “Because…” He murmured and took a sip or two from his coca cola. “I was…” He sighed and raised his head to look at the famous guy. “In the middle of a fight… the leader’s lover pulled out his knife ready to stub me… I had to survive… I couldn’t think straight… in the middle of everything… He— I… turned his hand to make him drop the knife and he tried to hold back and the blade passed his skin…” He tried ot explain that it wasn’t him, the other had to drop the knife… “He is in the Hospital right now… but that’s why they were after me… because he lived their leader ordered them to beat me up.” Zayn explained and looked down. “My home is not safe… take money and I’ll send you to a motel. No one will know who you are there… I have lived there… they’ll just think I came back…” He said and looked scared at Zayn. “I never meant to hurt him… I’m not a bad person and I don’t want them to hurt you too…” He confessed.