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               “ Who the hell is the one making it personal right now? You! I never once asked you to get involved, Oliver. ” She grabbed the bow he held, lifting it up and closing the space in between them so it was pushing against both of their chests. “ Do it, then. Put me down. Because I’m not going anywhere –––– but you’re not going to touch me, and we both know that. ” Her eyes danced across his, “ I’m not leaving. ”

      “Will you stop calling me that!? We aren’t anywhere close to being friends right now.” His teeth gritted against each other with a growl seeming to escape through the back of his throat. His eyes looked down into hers. “I don’t want you here because you have a tendency to make things personal and messy and I will not be involving myself in that this time, Samantha.” Oliver took a few steps with a nod of his head, reaching down to pick up his bow from the ground. “Either you leave, or I won’t hesitate to put you down.”

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starter call !! like this for a starter from samantha. if you’d like a discussed storyline, feel free to message me && we can go from there. 

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               “ God –– Ollie, what do you want from me? I come to Starling City, you tell me to leave. I leave Starling City, and you punish me for it. This isn’t personal, Oliver. I don’t do that anymore, not with you. This trip has nothing to do with you. It has to do with me, and my brother, and us doing our job. ” Samantha stepped forward, closing the space between the two. “ So, what is it? You don’t want me here because you think I can’t do the job, or you don’t want me here because you can hardly look me in the eye? ”

                 His fingers balled up into a fist, squeezing tightly at his palm he then threw the bow to the ground. “I don’t want you here period. You two show up, leave a pile of bodies then leave without saying a word.”  Her words shot through him like a bullet, tilting hid head soon his eyes narrowed to her as he took steps towards her frame. “ You get up and leave. You won’t stay don’t you dare pin this on me. Get your things, and get out. I can handle this from here. Thank you for nothing.” 

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               “ There is a legend of an intern who slipped a laxative in a resident’s coffee hoping it’d get them a solo surgery. That alone made me invest in a Keurig. ” 

🔥 ┊ OPEN.

                ❛  ————-  I have just one very important question: Is the coffee drinkable or should I carry a Thermos flask around with me at all times? ❜

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                “ ––––– oh, um, m’not the right person to ask. My brother and I are just passing through for the weekend. ”

O P E N

“So, is this party gonna liven up any time soon, or am I gonna just have to go find a real party somewhere else?”

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               She flinched at his words, her own frustration boiling over. She interlocked her fingers and placed them behind her head, squeezing tight. “ Ollie ... ” she sighed, knowing the stubbornness that nearly matched hers which ran through his veins. “ ––– whether you want us to or not, we’re gonna find him. As soon as Dean and I do that, we’re gone. I know you don’t like me for long periods of time anyways. ” The subtle dig to their past lead to a swift, yet agitated, cocked brow.

         “I’m doing the best I can to keep everything under control here but it does not go as planned most of the time Sam, you know that!” It did nothing but anger him that she though she could just waltz on in here and criticize his work, when he was out here it was just him no body else helping him. He accepted not everyone could be saved and hated the reminder of that. “ You can leave, I have this under control. Do us both a favor and just get out of here.”

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                       I’ve spent my ENTIRE life with ghosts ...

             —————           WE’VE BEEN LIKE close friends                                                                                                           

        S A M A N T H A   W I N C H E S T E R .  S E A S O N S  1 - 2 .  W R I T T E N   B Y   A S H L E Y.

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               “ You should’ve monitored this, Ollie. What do you think my brother and I are doing here? To watch the funerals of the four dead children? You’re clearly not doing a good job keeping your city safe ––– or else I wouldn’t be here. You can either help me find Bruce Thompson, the fifth child that’s gone missing this month, before his dead body shows up ––– or you can get out of my way. ”

                            “I’m in over my head? Says the girl who is standing around waiting for the bad things to happen. You want to prevent it? Go for it, and stop making a mess in my city.” 

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               " While I’m sure hell is where most of your scumbags will end up, mine originated from there. It’s a entirely different ball game. You’re in over your head. ”

“Explain to me how it’s different. You have an enemy and you kill it, same thing sweetheart.” 

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               “ This is a bit different than billionaire scumbags, Robin Hood. ”

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               “ This? We took a ＦＯＵＲ hour detour for this? ”