Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ HOLDEN KING], a [ 34] year-old [ cis male] has lived in [THE BRONX] for [ 1 YEAR]. This is the city of dreams and [ HE] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ ONLYFANS CREATOR/ HANDYMAN].. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ DEREK THELER]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it! [it’s a-me Davis]
Tw: parental neglect, assault, cheating, sex work
B A S I C S
FULL LEGAL NAME: Holden Beaufort King
NICKNAME(s): Beau (online)
AGE: 34
DATE OF BIRTH: April 16th
NATIONALITY: American
LANGUAGES: English
SEX: MALE
GENDER: cis man
PRONOUNS: he/him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual
BIRTH ORDER: youngest
HOMETOWN: St.Marys, Georgia
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The bronx, New York
RELIGION: Christian
EDUCATION: high school diploma
OCCUPATION: Handyman for hire
MARITAL STATUS: single
FAMILY:
SIBLINGS: Two older brothers
RELATIONSHIPS: single
PETS: a lab named tilly
P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S
HEIGHT: 6’5
WEIGHT: 210 lbs
BODY TYPE: muscular
EYE COLOR: blue
HAIR COLOR: ginger boy rights
HAIR TEXTURE: straight. Usually cut short and tight
SCARS|MARKS: n/a
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Tw: parental neglect, assault, cheating, sex work,
Background
Holden is a simple country boy, or at least that’s what he’ll tell you if you ask and with his worn Levi’s and thick southern accent it’s easy to believe that he fits the southern gentleman role he’s cultivated for himself between pleases and ma’ams. There’s a lot more to him though. He’s a troubled guy, in and out of juvie for various misdeeds ranging from hotwiring his teacher’s car to beating another student so badly that he spent weeks in the hospital afterwards. His parents were absent, at best, his dad in and out of jail in a parallel to his son and his mom too busy caring for her ailing mother to realize that her son needed help. He joined the army as soon as he turned eighteen and was dishonorably discharged not three years later after taking the fall for another soldier’s mistake.
He tried to go straight after that, drifting and taking odd jobs as he traveled along the eastern coast, until he met his now ex-fiancé. She was kind and she listened to him and he didn’t feel so much like the trash people had convinced him he was when he was with her, but he’s always been self-destructive and he ruined that the same way he’s ruined everything else in his life. He began an affair with her best friend, a stupid mistake that he still regrets, and ended up getting caught not long after.
But that’s just how things go.
Now he’s living in the Bronx, working as a handyman and generally being the only person he knows with access to a truck, making him a go-to for moving. After a drunken dare, he started an onlyfans account and is actually making more money than he’s ever made doing anything else, being in the .1% of creators the last two months with no indication that his growth is stopping. He’s gone from barely scraping by to having more money than he’s ever had, leaving him with a spending problem that would be an issue if he ever stopped making content.
“So explain please, i am dying to know what the fuck is going on.” She said as she crossed her hands against her chest as her eyes grow wide at his response about her yelling at him “Oh, I’m sorry, did I damage your ears?” She replied with a cynical tone. “I am not sleeping with married man, I am not like that, Holden.”
“Come on now, you know that ain’t what I meant by that. You got a right to yell but yelling makes me nervous.” He smiled apologetically at the people surrounding them but luckily it seemed that they too were absorbed in personal drama.
“Look, I can’t explain here,” he pleaded, his hand reaching out toward her, “but I promise I’ll tell you everything if you let me. I ain’t never tried to make you a fool, Delilah, you know I ain’t like that.”
There’s always that one guy at the bar who’s the ever so annoying one. The guy who doesn’t take no for an answer. The guy who really is incredibly insistent because it’s probably worked for him more than once… And he had just happened to find Sophie.
Just my luck.
The brunette felt way too sober to deal with him with her quippy remarks and one liners that came to her once she’d had a bit more liquid luck, but right now, all she could muster was a small smile, and telling him that she wasn’t interested and that she’d come here with someone, getting the usual ‘Well if he left you alone then you’re not with somoene’. Nothing seemed to be working. She was just trying to get a drink, how did this keep happening in the 21st century, isn’t no a full sentence and a full answer? Not for this guy.
Turning her head with a calm yet desperate aura, Sophie found a man walking in to get a drink beside her. He didn’t seem to be with anyone, and if he was, she’d beg for forgiveness from his date afterwards, and in a last ditch attempt to get rid of this man, she placed her open palm on the broad shoulder of who she hoped would save the night, and wrapped her other arm around his bicep “Honey, hi” She gave him a squeeze and the biggest help me smile there was “I’m sorry, I told you, I came with someone” @kxngmx
The bar in the venue was fancier than anything Holden had ever seen, almost overwhelmingly so, and the man felt bashfully out of place walking up to the polished wood in his Levi’s and a hat that was old enough to drink but he desperately needed one. Rubbing elbows with all of New York was fun, in theory, but ultimately it seemed like almost everyone fought to take him seriously after hearing him speak or recognized his voice, which was nice but a bit awkward when you were talking to a woman and her very nice husband for the first time.
So he needed a drink, something strong and familiar. Whiskey, maybe, or tequila straight.
He almost didn’t realize that a hand had wrapped around his arm until he was being subtly turned toward a man who’s smarmy smirk had Holden on board for whatever the woman needed in the moment. He had seen too many guys like that in his life, men who didn’t know the meaning of the word no. They were simple, all bark and no bite when the rubber met the road, unfortunately for them Holden had little to lose in the event of a fight and was far more bite than bark at the end of the day.
“Hiya darlin’,” He slipped into the roll easily, looking down to send her a conspiratorial wink, “sorry I took so long to find you. This place is ginormous, let me tell ya.” He smiled at the woman and then turned to the man, his face dropping along with his voice, “who’s your new friend?”
Delilah thought that getting better and going to a ball and feeling super sexy or fancy would be fun but little she know. The man she was casually sleeping with was married? You could say a lot of things about Delilah but she never thought she’d go and sleep with a married man. Holden never shared too much about his personal life and she didn’t had any problem with it but this was a step too far. The angry blonde walked around the huge ball room, looking for Holden among the crowded place. As she finally spotted the male she walked fast to him. “Are you fucking kidding me, Holden?!” She yelled “You’re fucking married?!”
It was really the only thing he could say. He needed to make a few calls, make sure his wife, his wife, was alright. Let her know what had happened. She’d calm him down, she always did, even when they were just teenagers. She was probably the only reason he had gotten through high school at all and this was the thanks he gave her. He felt a bit sick.
His head snapped up from his phone, first at the sound of clicking heels and then again, eyes wide, at the shouting.
“It ain’t like that, Del, I promise! I’ve been real honest about who I’m sleeping with!” Which was true, even if it didn’t seem that way to her. “Just stop yellin’ at me! You’re stressing me out and I’m getting real frazzled.”
“Well I never!” He grinned, his hand coming up to adjust his hat while he whistled low. “You clean up nice, you know that? I figured you wouldn’t be into this sort of thing, you know, with all the glitz and glamour. You struck me more as one of those tortured artist types with your little pout and the like.” The man shrugged, happy enough to fall into conversation with the man whether he wanted to or not.
“I ain’t one for dancing, well, unless it’s line dancing, or a conga, or I’ve got a few of those fruity drinks in me, you know the ones, the frozen ones that always turn your mouth blue?” He charged on, waving down the bartender and ordering two beers in between his onslaught of words. “Anyway, all that to say that I recognized you right away. You should’ve done better than just covering up your cheekbones, like I did. This was a real effort. I got it at Party City on the way over.”
Holden was a great guy. Well, at least to Delilah. The two seemed to agree on everything and since both of them were interested in only one thing it was perfect for Delilah. She didn’t need any romantic complications. It was east with Holden. It was true, Delilah didn’t know much about Holden, she didn’t even remember how she met him but honestly? She just didn’t care as long as the sex was good. Delilah was finally alone in her apartment while the two of her roommates were gone, probably at work or something. She obviously called Holden and asked to meet. She was off work and tried to get home as quickly as possible so she could at least shower before Holden arrive but when she was going up she saw that he was already there “Oh, hey!” She said smiling softly at the male “I literally just got off work!” She said as she opened the door “I do need to take a shower if you don’t mind” She said as she glanced back at the male.
He grinned, nodding easily as he adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder.
“That’s fine by me, darlin’. I ain’t in a rush. I haven’t signed up for any other jobs today.” He didn’t technically need to work anymore, at least as a handyman, but he did enjoy it. He liked feeling useful, which was probably part of why he was drawn to Delilah. He was certainly of use to her and he was happy to oblige when she felt the need to call him.
“I noticed that your floor moulding was coming lose over by your room anyway so I brought my tools.” He grinned again, shrugging his shoulder as the tools in his bag clanked against each other. “Unless you’re trying to get me to join you in the shower. Then I guess I could fix your trim after.”
—Open Starter
Location: speed dating, art class, cooking class, dance class, literally anything you can think of that would require people pairing up :)
“Does anyone here still need a partner?” came a voice from the front of the room. Parker looked around at all the gathered pairs, and suddenly felt like the kid picked last for kickball. If he’d been on the fence about coming here before, he now regretted his decision more than ever. Shamefully, he raised his hand.
It really wasn’t often that Holden had time to take any of the classes advertised on posters stuck to the corkboard outside of his apartment, between driving around the city fixing shingles and electrical wiring and filming content for his onlyfans, but today he did actually have some time to himself so he had packed up his truck, kissed Tilly goodbye after putting on her favorite ‘soothing doggy playlist’ and made his way to the large culinary building where, hopefully, he could finally learn how omelettes were made, a mystery that had nagged at him for nearly three decades now.
He entered the classroom, his grin wide and his hands finding their way to his hips as he turned to the instructor and then to the only person in the room with their hand up.
“Looks like you’re my partner today. I hope you’re better at cooking than me!” He laughed, walking over to the man and clasping him on the shoulder, “but I guess that ain’t looking too good. You wouldn’t be here if you were, huh? Let’s just try not to burn down this whole building.” He joked with a wink.
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