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zee_ali and is used without permission, but heaping gobs of love. Takes place at the MTV Video Music Awards.
“And here I thought I was the daring one.”
Blushing furiously, Tommy rolled his eyes as he ducked out of the limo and hunched in on himself just a little. He felt self-conscious in just a vest, buttoned in front with no shirt beneath. Channing had helped him pick out the outfit, with the addition of the skull and crossbones fedora from Zee to top it off, and he felt like a piece of meat to say nothing of the cool air that touched his skin as they got out of the car.
“Just protect me, will ya?” he muttered, wrapping an arm around Ziyah’s waist as they started down the red carpet. “The media’s gonna kill me, I ain’t kiddin’.”
Ziyah just laughed, giving him a warm squeeze…then promptly released him as the crowd on either side began to scream his name. Mortified for a moment, gazing at the sea of faces touched him, drawing him forward to embrace people he didn’t even know, young and old men and women who somehow knew his name. Pain and ecstasy stalled him as he slowly shook hands and took pictures, signing a few autographs along the way.
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Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 727
zee_ali and is used without permission, but heaping gobs of love. Takes place at the MTV Video Music Awards.“And here I thought I was the daring one.”
Blushing furiously, Tommy rolled his eyes as he ducked out of the limo and hunched in on himself just a little. He felt self-conscious in just a vest, buttoned in front with no shirt beneath. Channing had helped him pick out the outfit, with the addition of the skull and crossbones fedora from Zee to top it off, and he felt like a piece of meat to say nothing of the cool air that touched his skin as they got out of the car.
“Just protect me, will ya?” he muttered, wrapping an arm around Ziyah’s waist as they started down the red carpet. “The media’s gonna kill me, I ain’t kiddin’.”
Ziyah just laughed, giving him a warm squeeze…then promptly released him as the crowd on either side began to scream his name. Mortified for a moment, gazing at the sea of faces touched him, drawing him forward to embrace people he didn’t even know, young and old men and women who somehow knew his name. Pain and ecstasy stalled him as he slowly shook hands and took pictures, signing a few autographs along the way.
( ..... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 727
