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numbaoneflaya · 3 years ago

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You can count on me to pull up with a thousand of questions sbdhdh. A3, A22, C5, D3, F3 for Jilly ; A18, A23, B9, C1, H2 for Nirn ; A5,B9, C8, D1, I5, for Thurwen ; A9, A13, C1, E8, and G6 for Valkya? 😏

A3, A22, C5, D3, F3 for Jilly ;

A3.Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it?

Shawty got that stockholm syndrome in a way. She is…. Sometimes aware of it, though she wouldn't call it that any more. Maybe at first in the basement she was more aware, but now that she can come and go she thinks its a thing of the past. tries not to dwell on it. Kind of in a “well its literally not that bad its kind of fun its kind of romantic were just quirky <3” way, will get mad if someone insists she has stockholm or that the relationship is fucked. Will get enraged and upset on Vincent's behalf, probably cry and yell at you.

A22. Is your OC intended to be found generally attractive? Unattractive? Average? Is there a reason why?

I intended her to be fairly average, maybe kind of cute. It's generally the way she dresses/acts in public that draws attention, not her looks. I tend to make most of my ocs on the average scale besides a select few.

C5. Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?

Good question…. Jillys morals are pretty simple- always be kind and nice, murder and hurting other people is bad, and you shouldnt lie. She sticks to those pretty strictly herself despite the situations she gets put in, often to her own detriment. But she doesn't always put a stop to those behaviors from the people she surrounds herself with, so she's sort of accomplice to bad acts of violence just by not snitching. So somewhat situational? She tries not to think about it.

D3. How comfortable are they with the idea of death?

Not comfortable! She hadn't seen a lot of it before her early twenties and was always sort of sheltered. dead fish are flushed down the toilet bcs they go to the ocean to live again, right? Thought cows and such all died of old age peacefully before they were made into burgers until she was like… twelve. 💀Won't kill mice and other critters despite her prey drive bcs she would feel too bad. And this is just for animal death, she's much more uncomfortable with human death. Also a thing she tries to ignore.

F3. Could they ever live in a “tiny home”?

God no. She hates small spaces unless she's hiding in them and tiny homes have no room for all the shit she stashes! No room for zoomies, or climbing on the furniture, or wrestling around on the floor. It would be filled with junk within a week.

A18, A23, B9, C1, H2 for Nirn ;

A18. Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?

He's never had much to be jealous of, as he's never really been over involved in romantic relationships. They were usually mutually beneficial and somewhat clinical in nature. Hes also pretty sure of himself and his value as an asset and lover. If he finds someone who peaks his interest and they become an item though, he might get jealous if he catches them flirting with other people. Hell be peeved at first but know flirtation in business has its value, so to make himself feel better might flirt with someone else while they are nearby. Make a game of it, see who wins.

A23. Does your OC place much importance on their appearance? Do they feel confident in it?

Appearances are crucial to him and spends a lot of time and money making sure he looks his best. He needs to appear above the rabble and impenetrable, dressing well and having immaculate posture and an air of both grace and otherworldliness.

B9. What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

Definitely not one to find fart jokes funny. Very rarely laughs genuinely or full heartedly, he keeps all his expressions of emotion close to his chest. Sharp sardonic wit is appealing to him in the right circumstances, even a jab directed at himself can make him chuckle if it's well formed enough. Irony almost always gets him, even if its dark irony or gallows humor. Bit of a hard nut to crack. Would laugh enough that hed have to cover his mouth with his hand if he were to see Felix fall face first into mud, though. More often than not you can tell he finds something amusing by a gleam in his eyes and a slight squint.

C1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

Well he used to have a real moral code :/. Now I mean…. The ends justify the means. By any means necessary. He considers his family's needs first, then the good of the world, then any individual in the world. Has ordered executions of entire families, had babies stolen and sent away, sent armies to certain death knowing full well they would all die, commanded individuals be tortured for information, sacrificed many in what he considers to be a game of chess where he is the player and others are the pawns. He finds senseless violence and savagery to be unforgivable, but if violence has a sense and purpose to employ it, then he will do so.

H2. Is your OC a thoughtful partner, in whatever aspect of that you want to cover?

Nirn tends to be a very thoughtful and attentive person in general, just for the wrong reasons lmaoooo. But with a lover? He's going to be utilizing that to show them how much he cares and using his powers for good. Mention you like a certain fabric while shopping one time and then complain your favorite tunic has a wine stain in it several months later, he's going to be taking your measurements for a new one in your preferred material without a moment's notice. Very keen on picking up moods, expressions and tone. Also has a very good memory. He doesn't really think about it but gifts are how he shows his love. Also a great attentive listener.

A5,B9, C8, D1, I5, for Thurwen ;

A5. Are they good at handling change in their life?

I would say so, yeah. Shes been used to things constantly changing since she was little and has had little to no control on outside influences. Shes also not one to over think about the past and lament, shes more of a one foot in front of the other, the only time is the present kind of gal. Of course large changes like becoming a warden were a bit more severe, but shes mostly able to think in the present as long as she has immediate problems to deal with.

B9.What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

Slapstick is always gonna make her laugh as long as nobody gets seriously hurt, even if its her own ass tripping into a tree. Not a fan of scare pranks, 0/10 recommend trying to scare Thurwen. You will end up with a broken nose at best and an angry elf. Likes puns, but she's the one to groan at them and try and hide the grin spreading across her face. Gallows humor but only if its her in the gallows, otherwise doesn't find it funny at all. If a little kid calls someone a fartcicle she will be tears in the eyes giggling, which is hard when your warden commander and everyone looks toward you to be serious and mature gyshsdhdfsghsd.

C8. Is your OC more practical or ideal morally? I.e., do they hold people to high expectations of behavior even if it’s not realistic for the situation, or do they have a more realistic approach and adapt their morality to be more practical?

She definitely holds herself to moral ideals and is very hard on herself, but has realistic moral expectations for others. She can understand self serving and people only wanting to survive and she will only give people a little bit of shit for it, no one's perfect. But then she expects herself to be perfect and berates herself constantly for not living up to the hero of ferelden warden commander ideals.

D1. How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?

Atheist ever since her mom died when she was a kid, but now Shes in a weird mixed state ever since the urn of sacred ashes where shes like. fuck the maker, but Andraste is cool I guess. So respects/believes in the power of Andraste while thinking the maker is a piece of shit and the chantry sucks ass. Even she doesnt know what she really believes, but she did see the ghosts of Andrastes disciples and Shartan, used her ashes as healing salve, killed an old god, etc. So shes been in a weird place recently, crisis of faith/non faith pretty continual.

I5. Are they a good cook?

I mean…. She can cook basics. Shes been feeding herself and the alienage kids since she was old enough to walk so she knows how to get protein and make things edible. Does it taste good? Probably not. She didnt see her first spice till she was 17 years old, but she can skin a rabbit in seven seconds.

LA9, A13, C1, E8, and G6 for Valkya? 😏

A9. Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others?

She tries to excuse bad behavior of herself or others a lot, yeah fgdgdsfhdhs. Mostly she doesnt have to make excuses for herself because she can wholeheartedly be like “yeah i fucked up but whatever im sexy and large and awesome and everyone loves me 🙄whatever baby” and when other people fuck up shes pretty sympathetic even though they are not as large nor as sexy. Shes very used to forgiving and excusing herself its totally alien to her when she really fucks up and is suddenly like wait… valkya…. Did bad?? What is this feeling. Shame?? Guilt?? IMPOSSIBLE.

A13. Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?

She hates those giant bugs in morrowind and valenwood a whole fucking lot but I wouldnt exactly place it as a phobia. Those huge mosquitoes and haorvers got no respect but she really hates the morrowind bugs ever since they knocked her over and jumped her while she was pants down peeing drunk as hell in the sand :/ never forgave. Never forgot.

C1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

She was raised in a healthy household that tought the basics, prety much “harming others needlessly, stealing, torture, rape, dessecrating the dead, being selfish and not doing right by others, etc etc all basic bad things” are her morals. Her morality is basically treat others how you want to be treated. And if they treat you badly, then have fun beating the shit out of them to show everyone else not to fuck with you. Its a pretty nordic morality in that way. Her morality is also since she was ‘blessed’ with being so large and strong, that she has to also look out for the little guy who cant protect themselves. So If someone treats them how valkya wouldn't want to be treated, then beat the shit out of the person harming them to show them the little guys got backup. Her parents raised her to be a hero and thats p much how she sees herself, which has its benefits and its fuckin problems.

E8. What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?

Fucking up Dem and Dariens relationship for sure dude :/ valkya always gonna be sulking over that one. She doesnt regret becoming a vestige, even though it would have made her so much happier not to be because it ended up saving so many people and the world. She regrets not spending more time with Naryu, regrets always having other life saving business she had to run off to, regrets not cherishing the time they had together. Regrets not telling Lyris how she feels, either. Regrets not being able to save as many people as she should have, regrets she wasnt stronger in coldharbor and didnt break out herself. But she tries not to think about it <3

G6. Do they have any favorite childhood memories?

When she was seven she once spent two months training to hold her breath underwater, because her cousin always held it longer and won the gold bet. She trained for hours almost drowning in the river until she could comfortably hold it for up to three minutes. During the next holiday when they all got together again the competitions were on and they both went under- her cousin won, holding their breath for four more minutes before they decided to come up. This was the first lesson she learned that shocked her world view- you always need to know your opponents capabilities. (after she lost 26 gold in the bets, her mother later had to inform her that her cousin was an argonian.)

#thank u beloved this was good to go thru while in class when i should have been paying attention gfhsdhds #valkya #jilly #nirn #thurwen #the ladies and the gilf #presented without evidence; valkya be stupit kinda :/#HOW DO U DO URS SO FAST... SUPER POWERS

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winchesterbrotherstan · 5 years ago

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SPN- Bloodlust (2.03)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: While investigating a case, the siblings run across someone from a familiar background. Dean clicks right away, but Sam and Olive are weary. Chaos ensues.

Warnings: blood (lol duh), fighting, choking, idk writing part of this made me sad but i did it for the ~drama~

Word Count: 6078

“Whoo! Listen to her purr!” Dean turned to Sam and I with a huge grin. “Have you ever heard anything so sweet?”

I giggled, overjoyed to see him so happy. He had fixed Baby up, and she looked better than when Dad gave her to us.

“You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.” Sam teased.

Dean shook his head, the smile still on his face. “Oh, don’t listen to him, Baby. He doesn’t understand us.”

I giggled again, and Sam laughed.

“You two are in good moods.”

I shrugged. “I’m happy that Dean��s happy.”

Dean grinned and leaned over to press a quick kiss to my forehead.

“Got my car, got my baby siblings, got a case. Things are looking up.”

“Wow.” Sam scoffed playfully. “You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you’re Mr. Sunshine.”

Dean laughed. “How far to Red Lodge?”

“Uh, about another three hundred miles.” Sam threw an arm over the back of the seats.

Dean grinned wider. “Good.”

***

“Why do I have to stay in the car?” I whined.

“Because I said so.” Dean frowned back.

I sighed. “I didn’t have to stay in the car on other hunts.”

He sighed again. “I know, kid, but you don’t seem like a reporter when it’s the three of us.”

“It’s not even like I can play with Jinx. Sitting in a car is boring.” I huffed.

Jinx was still at Bobby’s. She was going to stay another week before we picked her up, since she loved his house and he loved her.

“Then say I’m your daughter and you couldn’t find a babysitter!” I begged, chin resting on the windowsill.

He huffed, then looked at Sam. Sam shrugged.

“It’s not that far off.”

He sighed again. “Fine. Fine, but you’re Sam’s kid. Come on.”

***

“The murder investigation is ongoing, and that’s all I can share with the press at this time.”

I was sitting in a chair across from the sheriff’s open door. Sam and Dean were in suits and ties. They were reporters today, and I was Sam’s teenage kid. I could see Sam and Dean from my spot, but not the sheriff. He sure as hell sounded ridiculous though, which proved enough entertainment for me.

“Sure, sure, we understand that.” Sam nodded. “But just for the second, you found the first, uh… head… last week, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, and the other victim, a uh, Christina Flanigan…”

“That was two days ago. Is there-”

There was a knock on the open door, and the blond girl pointed at her watch.

“Oh. Sorry, gentlemen, but time’s up. Looks like we’re done here.”

“One last question-”

“Yeah, what about the cattle?” Dean cut Sam off.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and stayed silent, eyes closed.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained… over a dozen cases.” Dean reminded him.

“What about them?”

Dean gave Sam a look, and I cleared my throat. Sam was quick to save Dean.

“You don’t think there’s a connection?”

“Connection? With?”

“First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritualistic stuff.”

“You know, like satanic cult ritualistic.” Dean’s eyebrows rose.

The sheriff laughed. “You…” He stopped laughing upon seeing that Sam and Dean were completely serious. “You’re not kidding.”

“No.” Dean shook his head with a sickly sweet smile that soon faded.

“Those cows aren’t being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?”

“How?” Sam instantly shot back.

“Because there’s no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it’s just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that’s what gravity does. But hey, it could be satan.” He scoffed. “What newspaper did you say you worked for?”

Sam and Dean both cleared their throats, but Dean beat him to it. “World Weekly News.”

“Weekly World News.” Sam corrected.

“World… I’m new.” He chuckled.

The sheriff snorted. “Get out of my office.”

***

“Dean, I’ve been in a morgue before.” I whined.

“Yeah, I don’t care. You’re staying in the car, where it’s safe.”

I scoffed. “Safe from what? A dead guy?”

“Olive.” He was serious. “This is not up for debate. You are staying in the car. Do you understand me?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I sighed. “Be careful. Please.”

He smiled and ducked his head back in through the car window. “Love you, sweetpea.”

“Love you too. Bye, Sammy.”

“Bye, bug, be back soon.”

***

The boys slunk into the car with matching looks on their faces.

“What happened?” I sat up.

Dean huffed and Sam shook his head.

“We got something weird on our hands, Ol.”

“Like what?”

Dean glanced at me in the rearview. “Vamps.”

“Hey, Ollie, you got your fake ID on you?”

I grinned as I flashed it. “Always.”

***

“How’s it going?” Dean asked as we sat down at the bar.

“Living the dream. What can I get for you?”

“Two beers and a water, please.”

The bartender snorted and I smiled. “Someone’s gotta be able to drive.”

“So, we’re looking for some people.” Sam started.

“Sure. Hard to be lonely.”

Sam smiled. “Yeah, but um…” He pulled out a fifty and stretched it out before dropping it on the bar. “That’s not what I meant.”

The bartender pocketed it and slid us our drinks.

“Right, so these… these people. They would’ve moved here about six months ago. Probably pretty rowdy, like to drink… real night owls, ya know? Sleep all day, party all night.” I took a sip.

“Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They’ve been in here a lot. Drinkers, noisy. I’ve had to 86 them once or twice.”

The boys and I looked at each other. That was all we needed. I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach and latched onto Dean’s arm.

“Thanks.” He smiled and stood.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked, casual.

“We’re being watched.” I said through a smile.

Sam heard me and nodded, pushing Dean to lead so he could bring up the rear. We slunk across the floor and slipped out the back door.

“Alright, I’ll be the bait.” I whispered as I popped to my toes and pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek.

I didn’t give him time to protest it as I slipped into the back alley, leaving them to hide in the shadows. I could hear the man’s footsteps as he followed after me. I stopped at the alley way’s dead end and turned, gun trained between his eyes. It was one of the men that had been sitting in the bar.

“Can I help you?”

He turned to run, and Sam and Dean popped out of their places. Sam pinned him to the wall with a fierce look on his face, and Dean’s knife was at his throat. I put the gun back in my waistband and walked over, feeling like a total badass even though my brothers were doing all the work.

I framed myself between them and scowled. “Smile.”

“What?”

“Show us those pearly whites.” Dean growled.

“Oh, for the love of… do you wanna stick that thing someplace else? I’m not a vampire.”

I glanced up at Sam, who side-eyed me, then Dean.

“That’s right. I heard you guys in there.”

“What do you know about vampires?” Sam snapped.

“How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife’s making me itch.”

Dean tilted his head.

Oh how tragic.

The man tried to stand straight, and Sam slammed him back into the wall.

“Hey! Whoa. Easy there, chachi.”

I held back a growl as I glared at the man.

I wish Dad was here.

I blinked, taken aback.

Had the voice in my head just… talked to me?

I miss Dad too.

The man pulled his lips up to show us his gums. “See? Fangless. Happy?”

Sam let him go, and Dean pulled the knife away.

“Now.” The man spat. “Who the hell are you three?”

***

“Sam, Dean, and Olive Winchester.” Gordon Walker, solo hunter spoke. “I can’t believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I’m sorry. It’s big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill ‘em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-”

“You seem to know a lot about our family.” I cut him off.

“Word travels fast.” He sighed. “You know how hunters talk.”

“No.” I shook my head. “We don’t, actually.”

“I guess there’s a lot your dad never told you, huh?”

“So those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” I mocked his tone.

“Yep. Been here two weeks.”

“Did you check out Barker farm?” I spat.

“It’s a bust. Just a bunch of hippies. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.”

“Where’s the nest?” I ignored the rack of fancy equipment that he pulled out of his car.

“Look, girl-”

“Her name’s Olive.” Sam snapped.

“I got this one covered. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a real pleasure meeting you fellas. But I’ve been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I’ll finish it.”

“We could help.” Dean offered, finally getting a word in.

“Thanks, but uh, I’m kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.”

“Come on, man. I’ve been itching for a hunt.” Dean grinned.

“Sorry. But hey, I hear there’s a chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” He shut the back door and got into his car. “It was real good meeting you, though. I’ll buy you a drink on the flip side.”

He drove off, and Dean and Sam both turned to me with strange looks on their faces.

“What?”

“What the hell was that?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Dad never mentioned him, so why did he know so much about our family? He’s not a vamp, but he could be something else. A werewolf, a shifter. Hell, a skinwalker. Or he could just be some very shady dude.”

“Ol, I’ve never seen you go at anybody like that.”

“Yeah, Dean’s right. Not before.” Sam shook his head.

I sighed. “I don’t like his vibes.”

Dean sighed and Sam shrugged. “Alright. Let’s go.”

***

“Hey!” I roared, fangs on display.

The vamp turned with an open mouth and wide eyes. Sam took the chance to pull Gordon out from under the power saw, helping him to his feet. The vamp came at me full force, and Dean picked up a loose crowbar and hit him with it. The vamp fell under the saw, and I watched as Dean moved without hesitation. He drove the crowbar into the vamp’s chest before throwing a few punches.

He lowered the saw, cutting the vamp’s head off. His face got sprayed with blood, and I jumped at the sound of bones crunching. Sam reached for me and pulled me into his chest. I hid my face in his shirt and shook, horrified. I had seen Dean kill, but this sent chills down my spine.

There was a long silence, and Sam ran a hand through my hair.

“It’s okay, bug. I’ve got ya.”

“So uh… I guess I gotta buy you that drink.”

Dean laughed, and I shrunk further into Sam.

“Yeah. Hey, babes.” He reached for me, and I forced Sam back as I moved forward, away from Dean.

Dean stared at me, confused. “What…”

Sam eyed him and shook his head. I turned and huddled back into Sam’s chest.

Too much blood.

***

I was curled up in the chair, leaning into Sam’s side as much as I possibly could. Dean was on my other side, because it was either him or Gordon, but I didn’t want anybody except Sam.

“Here you go.” The waitress came by, placing another round, as well as the bill, down on the table.

Dean reached for his wallet, and Gordon waved his hand.

“No, no, I got it.”

“Come on.” Dean tried.

“I insist.” Gordon handed a 50 to the waitress. “Thank you, sweetie.”

My stomach churned and I pressed my head further into Sam. He wrapped his arm tighter around me.

“Another one bites the dust.” Gordon raised his glass.

Bad vibes, bad vibes, bad vibes.

I swallowed, hard.

I know.

“Dean.” Gordon laughed, and I shivered.

It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. Like he had broken some ancient, blood-rule.

“You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.”

“Thank you.” Dean grinned.

“That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Yep.” Dean took a swig of his beer and glanced at us. “You alright, Sammy?”

“I’m fine.”

“Princess?”

“Feel sick.” I mumbled, not moving from the security of Sam’s grip.

“Well, come on. Smile, princess. Lighten up a little, Sammy.”

I clenched my jaw and a growl slipped its way through my throat. Sam scowled.

“He’s the only one who gets to call us that.”

“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.”

“Right. Well, decapitations aren’t my idea of a good time, I guess. And my little sister is sick to her stomach, so excuse me for not throwing a party.”

“Oh, come on, guys. It’s not like it was human. You’ve gotta have a little more fun with your job.”

“See?” Dean’s face lit up, and I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him! Sam, you could learn a thing or two from this guy.”

Sam looked back and forth between the two, a look of disgust forming on his face. “Yeah. I bet I could.”

I tugged on his jacket. “Sams, can we go home? Think I’m gonna puke.”

He nodded. “Look, I’m not gonna bring you guys down, and Olive really doesn’t feel well. We’re just gonna go back to the motel.”

Dean sighed. “You sure?”

Sam nodded as he stood, helping me stay steady on my feet.

“Alright. Hey, buttercup.” Dean reached for me again, and I stumbled back into Sam’s hold.

Dean sighed and looked down. He tossed the keys at Sam without looking.

“Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later, Sammy, yeah?”

Sam only rolled his eyes.

“Bye, De.”

He said nothing. My bottom lip quivered, and Sam swiftly picked me up by the waist, letting me cry into his neck.

“Come on, bug. Let’s go home.”

***

“How’re you feeling, honey?” Sam whispered, putting a hand up to my forehead.

I shrugged. “Better, I guess.”

“Yeah. Maybe your tummy just needed to get all the yucky out, yeah?”

I nodded. Sam had rushed home so that I could barf. He held my hair back during, then made sure I brushed my teeth afterwards. He had braided my hair and put me in bed so I could sleep. The last time he had taken care of me, I was eleven, so the old habit was dying hard.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Sammy.” I mumbled.

He smiled and bent over, kissing my forehead. “Of course, baby. You gonna be okay if I make a phone call real quick?”

I nodded. “Can I get a ginger ale?”

He smiled. “Yeah, I’ll go after I’m done on the phone.”

I sniffed. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, pressing another kiss to my face. He sat down on the other bed with a wink as he pulled out his phone.

“Hey, Ellen, Sam Winchester.”

I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I watched him.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. Just got a question.”

I turned onto my side, focusing on Sam’s face.

“You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?”

A pause.

“And?”

Sam caught my eye and made a silly face at me. I smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders.

“Well, we ran into him on a job and we’re kinda working with him, I guess.”

Sam’s face morphed into one of confusion. “I… I thought you said he was a good hunter. Wait, Ellen… Right…” He nodded. “Okay. Uh, alright. Thanks, talk later.”

He shut the phone and sighed.

“What is it, Sams?”

He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about, bunny.”

I sniffled again. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, smoothing my hair out. “Yeah, I’m sure. Okay. You get some rest, I’m gonna go get your ginger ale, alright?”

I nodded, letting my eyes fall shut. “Love you, bambi.”

He smiled. “Love you too, baby girl.” He kissed my head. “Get some shut eye.”

***

“Hey. Hey, Ollie. Olive. Baby girl, wake up.”

I rolled over to see Dean shaking me. I inched away as I sat up, squinting. I caught a glimpse of Gordon at the table and my chest clenched.

You aren’t safe. You aren’t safe, you aren’t safe, you aren’t safe.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked, beginning to struggle to breathe.

“Figured you’d know.” Dean tried to move closer, and my chest began to ache like I had just been shot.

“Uh-”

“Car’s parked outside. Probably went for a walk. Seems like the take-a-walk type.” Gordon cut me off.

I scowled, and Dean shook his head, unconvinced.

“Yeah, he is, but…”

The door opened, and Sam walked in. I scrambled out of bed. I dodged Dean as best as I could as I jumped over the other bed and made a beeline for Sam. He caught me in his arms and glared at Gordon.

“Sammy.” I whimpered.

“I’m here, bug. I’m here.” He cradled my head.

“Sam, where you been?”

“Can we talk? Alone?”

Dean sighed. “Mind chilling out for a couple minutes?”

Gordon shrugged, and Sam opened the door. I shuffled out past him, leaning into his side as he began down the stairs.

“Oh, I’m…” I trailed off, looking down at my bare feet.

Sam scooped me and placed me on his hip without a word. “Dean, maybe we gotta rethink this hunt.”

“What’re you talking about? Where you been? I got here and Olive was all alone.”

“I was in the nest, Dean.”

“What?” My eyes went huge. “Are you okay?”

“You found it?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright, bug.” He sighed. “They found me, man.”

“How’d you get out? How many’d you kill?”

Sam scowled. “None.”

“Well, Sam, they didn’t just let you go.” Dean scoffed.

“That’s exactly what they did.”

“Alright, well where is it?” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed.

Sam shook his head. “I was blindfolded. I don’t know.”

“You’ve gotta know something, Sam.”

“We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen.” Sam sighed. “Maybe we shouldn’t go after them.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I don’t think they’re like other vamps, Dean!” He hissed. “I don’t think they’re killing people.”

“You’re joking.” Dean scowled. “Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the fuck they are.”

“The cattle mutilations.” I realized, looking up at Sam.

He nodded. “They said they live off animal blood.”

“And you believed them?” Dean was shocked.

“Look at him, Dean. He doesn’t even have a scratch on him. No bites, no blood, no bumps or bruises.” I ran a hand through Sam’s hair. “They didn’t hurt him. And they didn’t hurt me either. I was asleep in the room, they could’ve killed me, easy.”

“Wait, so you two are saying…” Dean shook his head. “No, man. No way. I dunno why they let you go, and I don’t really care. We find ‘em and we waste ‘em.”

“But why?” I stressed.

“What part of vampires don’t you understand, Ol? If it’s supernatural, we kill it, end of story.”

He kept talking, but I couldn’t hear him.

We’re supernatural. Is he gonna kill us?

“Dean! Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren’t killing people, they’re not evil!” Sam spat.

“Sam, they’re all the same. They’re not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them!”

We’re not human. Is he gonna kill us?

“Gordon’s been on those vamps for a year, man. He knows.”

“Gordon?”

No!

I tensed up in Sam’s arms, and he held me tighter.

“You’re taking his word for it?”

“That’s right.”

“Ellen says he’s bad news.” Sam hissed.

“You called Ellen?”

Sam nodded.

Of course!

“And I’m supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. No thanks, I’ll go with Gordon.”

“Right, cause Gordon’s such an old friend. You think I can’t see what this is?”

“What are you talking about?” Dean fired back.

“He’s a substitute for Dad, isn’t he? A poor one.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“He’s not even close, Dean.” Sam growled. “Not even on his best day.”

“You know what, Sam? I’m not even going to talk about this.”

“You know, you can slap that big fake smile on your face, but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad’s dead, and he left a hole, and it hurts so bad that you can’t take it. But you can’t just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It’s an insult to his memory.”

Dean took a breath, then stared right at Sam. “Put her down, Sam.”

“What?”

“Put her down.”

“Wait, no, Sams-”

“Put her down or she’s gonna get hurt too!”

“Sammy-”

Dean ripped me from Sam and pushed me over onto the floor. I crumbled against the wet pavement, in shock. Dean punched Sam clear across the face and I began to cry.

“You can hit me all you want, Dean. It won’t change anything.”

Dean took another swing, and I stumbled to my feet. I let out a growl, baring my fangs at Dean. He turned to me with death in his eyes and knocked me to the ground, hand on my neck.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Olive?”

I only growled louder, and he raised a fist. I shut my eyes and flinched, but it never came. Sam pushed him off onto the ground and kept him pinned.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re gonna hit her? You gonna punch your baby sister?”

“I’m going to that nest.” Dean shoved Sam off and got to his feet. “You don’t wanna tell me where it is, fine. I’ll find it myself.”

“Dean!”

Dean turned on his heel and walked away. Sam turned and brought me to my feet.

“Olive.”

“I’m okay.”

“It’s okay if you’re not okay.”

I coughed, put a hand up, and turned. I leaned over and puked again, only this time what came up was blood from my mouth and stomach acid. Sam rubbed a circle on my back.

“I’m okay. I’m okay, let’s just go.” I stood straight and took off after Dean.

“Dean!” Sam called.

He was in the motel room, which was empty.

“Gordon?” He called.

“You think he went after them?” Sam asked.

“Probably.” Dean scowled. “I fucking hope so.”

“Dean, we have to stop him.” I spat.

“Really, Olive? Because I say we lend a hand.”

“Dean, you just took me down in the middle of a parking lot.” I hissed. “Give Sam the benefit of the doubt. You owe me that.”

“Olive-”

“This is not a debate, Dean. Either you trust Sam or I’ll leave and I will never come back.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“And I thought you would never lay a hand on me.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll drive. Gimme the keys.”

Sam sighed and pointed to the table, where he had set the keys when we got home.

“He snaked the keys.”

“Mother fucker.”

***

Dean grimaced as he hotwired Baby. A few sparks later, her engine turned over and she purred like she had earlier today.

“I can’t believe this.” He groaned. “I just fixed her up, too.”

I leaned into Sam’s side and refused to look up. Dean sighed. I could already feel his guilt, but I didn’t wanna hear anything from him right now, even if it was an apology.

“So the bridge… is that all you got?”

Sam nodded, tracing over the map. “The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.”

“How do you know?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I counted.” He traced the trail. “They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.”

Dean huffed. “You’re good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good. Alright kids, ready to rock and roll?”

I finally looked up at him and said nothing. My neck hurt, I had scraped my elbow, and my fangs had cut through parts of my lip. This was his fault.

He sighed again, then looked back at the road. “Let’s go.”

***

“Come on.” Dean pushed me slightly behind him.

“Don’t touch me.” I snarled at him, backing away from him and into Sam.

“I’m sorry.” He shrunk down.

“Just stay with me, bug.” Sam whispered as Dean led the way into the farmhouse.

“Sam, Dean, Olive. Come on in.”

“Hey, Gordon.” Dean was at attention. “What’s going on?”

“Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man’s blood. She’s gonna tell us where all her little friends are, aren’t you? Wanna help?”

“Look, man…” Dean trailed off.

“Grab a knife.” Gordon gestured to the knives on the table. “I was just about to start in on the fingers.”

He dragged a knife covered in blood across her arm, and her veins pulsated black, tracing away from the cut. I gasped.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Let’s all just chill out, huh?”

“I’m completely chill.” Gordon smiled.

“Gordon, put the knife down.” Sam took a step toward him.

I grabbed his wrist and Dean put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“Sounds like it’s Sam here who needs to chill.”

“Just step away from her, alright?”

“You’re right. I’m wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery.” Gordon whipped out a larger knife. “I just sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.”

I took a step forward as a growl flowed past my lips. Gordon’s eyes locked on me, and I froze.

We fucked up.

Dean stepped in front of me, and I huddled behind him, hands gripping his jacket.

“Gordon, I’m letting her go.” Sam went at him.

“You’re not doing a damn thing.” The knife went up to Sam’s chest.

“Hey, hey, hey, Gordon. Let’s talk about this.” Dean’s hands went up.

“What’s there to talk about. It’s like I said Dean, no shades of grey.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear ya. And I know how you feel.” Dean moved closer, and I moved with him, horrified.

“Do you?”

“The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one-”

He stopped as Gordon started to laugh.

“Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn’t kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down. And I killed her myself.”

“You did what?”

“It wasn’t my sister anymore. It wasn’t human. I didn’t blink. And neither would you.”

My blood ran cold, and Dean reached behind him, his hand landing on my arm. I moved to hold his hand in mine and gripped it. He locked eyes with me over his shoulder.

His eyes said it all.

I’m so sorry.

I sighed and leaned against his shoulder.

He would blink.

“So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren’t killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn’t care.” Sam shook his head.

“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we’re supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn’t change what they are. And I can prove that.”

Gordon twisted Sam’s arm back and sliced it. Sam grunted as Gordon put the knife to his throat and dragged him to Lenore. Dean pulled his gun and cocked it faster than I could blink.

“Let him go. Now!”

Sam looked horrified, and I panted, trying to hold back.

“Relax. If I wanted to kill him he’d already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” He twisted Sam’s arm again and squeezed.

His blood began to fall on Lenore’s face. She gasped before her fangs extended and she began to hiss.

“Hey!” Dean shouted.

“Think she’s so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They’re all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.”

Lenore regained control of herself. Her fangs went back inside, and she turned her face away, crying.

“No. Please, no.”

“You hear her, Gordon?” Sam challenged.

“No! No!” Lenore hung her head low.

Sam pushed the knife away from his throat and backed away from Gordon. “We’re done here.”

“Sam, get her out of here.”

“Yeah.” Sam picked her up. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”

Gordon took a step toward Sam, and Dean kept the gun trained on him.

“Uh-uh. No. Gordon, I think you and I’ve got some things to talk about.” Dean inched closer.

“Get out of my way.” Gordon put the knife back up.

I pulled my gun and cocked it, aiming between his eyes once more. “Sorry. Not gonna happen.”

“You’re not serious, Dean.”

“I’m having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me.”

Gordon eyed his knife before jamming it into the table. “Fine.”

Dean eyed the knife and nodded. He pulled the clip from his gun and set it on the table. I put the safety back on mine and tucked it into my waistband. Dean and I looked at each other. He had a soft smile on his face, and I felt close to tears.

Gordon came at him and punched him across the face. I pulled my gun again, but they were tussling back and forth, and I couldn’t get a clean shot. Gordon grabbed the knife again, and Dean let out a groan. They kept fighting, but my hand wasn’t steady enough to knock Gordon without hitting Dean. Dean knocked the knife out of his hand.

“What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean. We’re on the same side here.”

“I don’t think so, you sadistic bastard.”

Gordon took Dean back to the ground, and I groaned as Dean grunted, hitting the floor.

“You’re not like your brother and sister. You’re a killer. Like me.” Gordon howled.

Dean rolled away, and I grinned, finally lining up my shot. Clean through the knee. Gordon screamed, and Dean smiled at me. He pinned him down and slammed His head into a wall.

“Oops, sorry.”

Gordon was now out cold, and I pulled over a chair so Dean could tie him up.

“You know. I might be like you, and I might now. But you’re the one tied up right now.” Dean grumbled before spitting in his face.

He turned to me and gave me the same small smile from earlier. I slowly made my way to him and accepted a hug, resting my head against his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Olive.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“I shouldn’t have put my hands on you. I’m so sorry.”

I nodded again. “I know. I shouldn’t have lost it in public.”

“I shouldn’t have hit Sam either. I’m sorry.”

I nodded a third time. “I’m sorry too. You miss Dad more than Sam and I do, and we should try to respect how you’re coping.”

He let out a soft laugh. “I really lucked out with you, kid.”

Another nod. “I know. I love you, De.”

“I love you too, baby girl. My sweet, beautiful girl.”

***

“Did I miss anything?” Sam asks as he walks back into the barn.

“Nah, not much.” Dean shakes his head. “Lenore get out okay?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. All of em did.”

He eyes Olive, who is fast asleep on the floor, her head in Dean’s lap. He looks at Dean, who smiles.

“We made up.”

Sam grins. “Good.”

“Then I guess our work here is done. How you doing, Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?” Dean taunts.

Gordon glares.

“Alright. Well, get comfy. We’ll call someone in two or three days, have them come out and untie you.”

He shakes Olive awake, who groans and rubs her eyes. She remembers what happened last night and tries to dig her head into Dean’s leg so that she won't have to get up. He laughs as Sam grabs her by the hands and drags her to her feet. She huffs.

“Ready to go, De?”

“Not yet.” Dean sighs. “I guess this is goodbye. Well, it’s been real.” He smiles his charming smile before punching Gordon at full force, sending him flying backwards in his chair.

Sam clears his throat as Olive giggles. He turns to his younger siblings with a smile.

“Okay. I’m good now. We can go.”

***

“Hey, sweetheart.” Dean cups Olive’s face as they stretch outside of the farmhouse, basking in the sun.

“What?” She asks, cheeks smushed.

“I need you to know that I will never lay a hand on you again. Okay? I will never hurt you again. Ever. I love you.”

She nods, feeling tears well into her eyes. “Okay. I love you too.”

He pulls her into his chest and kisses the top of her head. Olive wipes the tears away from her eyes. Dean may be a douchebag at times, but he’s her brother, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

“Okay. Okay.” He clears his throat and stands, setting his feet apart like a boxer would. “Sam, clock me one.”

“What?”

“Yeah. You get a freebie, and then Olive gets to do whatever the hell she wants. Come on, let’s go.”

Sam and Olive cock their heads, staring at each other, and then their big brother.

“No.”

“Come on, I won’t even hit ya back. Let’s go.”

“You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I’ll take a raincheck.”

Olive giggles, and Dean turns to her, patting his cheek. “Come on. Your go.”

She smiles and runs at him, but jumps into his arms. He catches her with a groan as he stumbles backward. She’s not heavy, but Dean’s so tired that he wishes she would’ve bitten clean through his arm instead.

“This is my punishment?”

“Yeah, you gotta carry me to the car.” She grins as she gets comfy in his hold.

He sighs, patting her back as the siblings start back toward their car.

“What is it, De?”

“I wish we never took this job. It’s jacked everything up.”

Sam and Olive share another look.

“What do you mean?”

“Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy. Our whole lives.”

Sam nods. “Okay?”

“What if… what if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing? Ya know? I mean, the way Dad raised us…”

“Dean… after what happened to Mom… Dad did the best he could.”

“I know he did.” Dean sighs. “But the man wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things. And man, I hate em. I do. Olive’s the only creature I’ve ever loved. When I killed that vamp at the mill, I didn’t even think about it. Hell, I enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t kill Lenore.” Olive pipes up.

“No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill em all, ya know.”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam starts. “But you didn’t. And that’s what matters.”

Dean scoffs. His younger siblings keep him grounded, and he knows that. But he’ll be damned if he admits that.

“Yeah, well, cause you two are major pains in my ass.”

Sam grins. “Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then.”

“Thanks.” Dean whispers.

Sam grins. He can’t tell if Dean’s whispering because he feels weak or because Olive is sleeping again. He smiles either way.

“Don’t mention it.”

Sam climbs into the car. Dean opens the back door and lays Olive down, letting her curl up onto her side. He peels off his jacket and lays it over her with a smile. He shuts the door, stares at the sunset, and then gets in the car and drives off.

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vios-rockland-corner · 5 years ago

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Life in Rockland 2

[Life in Rockland is a creative writing project utilizing a specific OC in place of the MC for the “Rumors of Rockland” series. I do not own any part of the Rockland universe, only my OC. Fair warning, creative writing is not my forte. This is a means of practice and a fun way to enjoy the content further].

Sasha’s in a much better mood than a few hours ago. As she settles in for the night though, she’s faced with a small predicament that grows into a much deeper pondering about the day’s events.

Setting: After game events

Play: Rumors of Rockland- Article 2

[Spoilers below for RoR Article 2]

Sasha’s Choices:

[Get Help]

[I get the impression people can get away with a lot around here]

“Speaking”

Thinking

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The sound of tapping filled the room.

Sasha wasn’t typing, just lightly tapping on the top of her laptop while sitting at her desk.

I would have called or texted him by now. Well I mean it’s late, won’t hurt if it’s not today. God I wanted to talk about everything though, but…

She sighed and pushed her laptop to the side. She shifted her chair over to the other side of the desk and reached over to pull a small pot close to her.

“Hello Hydra~ You’re always a good listener. Mind hearing me out? I got a little problem. It’s supposed to be good to talk to your plants anyway,” she chuckled.

It was a small venus flytrap. Nothing extravagant, but she loved the bright green stalks and red mouths. All wide open with the exception of one.

“Oh look at that. Looks like you already found yourself some dinner. You’re the best bug repellent a girl could ask for.”

She gently petted the closed mouth.

“So see, this town is definitely small. Pierce wasn’t kidding about running into people again. I just didn’t expect THIS kind of situation to happen so soon.”

“So let’s run over the details again. I told Pierce there was a raging alcoholic last time I went to this place. He said dude was probably being emotional and just blowing smoke, but I should probably keep my distance from wild cards like him anyway. Yet I ended up having a pretty good time with Avery and Callum tonight. So I’d like to say bad first impression that led to a misunderstanding and all’s good now. At least…that’s what I’d LIKE to say.”

Sasha sighed.

Fuck I feel awful even having these thoughts after Avery and Callum were nice enough to get me more familiar with people.

“It’s the middle part that’s killing me a bit here. I guess I just kind of pushed it to the back of my brain while settling down in the bar.”

“Okay first of all, I don’t regret my actions. I would hate myself if I hadn’t done SOMETHING. Callum’s such a sweet guy, and I really feel like he was about to get beaten up. No offense to him, but he doesn’t exactly look like a fighter. It was also 2-on-1 anyway. God, what if they would have killed him out of prejudice?! Am I overreacting? Maybe, but I don’t know.”

“But hey, it’s not like I would have made the odds any better if I had joined in myself. I don’t really have any fighting skills, and something tells me two grown men aren’t going to be that intimidated by 5’4” woman. Not to mention, I don’t sound intimidating at all. If I had at least SOMEONE else with me, maybe…did that once with Pierce.”

Sasha started reminiscing.

“There actually was one time where Pierce and I came across someone being hassled near a bar. But Pierce and I approached pretending to be the dude’s friends. We just made our voices VERY loud about how were happy to see the guy and then said something along the lines of ‘Dude come on, you’re so late. Everyone’s been waiting, stop holding things up.’ Think we were pretending to be in a hurry. Pierce literally just cut by the jerks, grabbed the guy’s arm and we just all walked together to the bar while continuing our conversation about our very made up plans. I was dead afraid those guys were going to jump us from behind, but it never happened. The dude we pulled out of there was definitely grateful. I thought it was cool, but Pierce told me later that method won’t always work for everyone. We just got lucky that the guys we came across were the type that didn’t like attention being drawn to their shitty attitudes. Pierce said some people won’t give a damn though about who sees their nasty side. So with that in mind and the fact I can’t really act as smoothly as Pierce can anyway…yeah no way I could have jumped in to help Callum without backup.”

That’s a VERY different approach than the one Avery took too…

“Look I don’t know why I didn’t think to just call the police. I either wasn’t thinking, or I just thought they’d blow me off for it just being drunken bar nonsense that wasn’t even happening in the establishment.”

Now it doesn’t sound like people call the cops much anyway in Rockland.

“I didn’t know Whesker wasn’t there. I just saw Avery and well…things turned out okay. But how was I supposed to know he was going to nearly beat the two drunks to death tonight. It’s not like I care for garbage like that, I just think personally playing executioner to some folks without attempting to even dissolve the situation peacefully first is just…” Sasha groaned.

“Okay, calm down Sasha. Maybe you’re just overexaggerating the situation. Just because you heard…bones cracking, doesn’t necessarily mean he would have gone all the way, right? People can sometimes just be fragile.”

He said he wanted to snap someone’s neck last week. He’s not all bark and no bite.

“Fuck, stop Sasha!” She muttered to herself and placed her head in her hands.

“Avery was protecting his friend. The drunks were homophobic and might have hurt Callum. Maybe they would have even killed him! Not like they didn’t earn at least a punch in the face. Callum’s safe now, and both Avery and Callum treated me so well tonight. Why the hell am I being so judgmental?”

Because I almost watched two men get murdered in front of me?

“Ridiculous.”

Sounded like stuff like this happens under the radar a lot.

Sasha got up from her desk and heading towards the bathroom. She turned the sink on and started splashing water on her face. She took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror.

“Hey, you’re new. Feeling a little jittery is all. You’ve never really known much anywhere other than your own home for most of your life. It’s a lot of new experiences at once. …Why the hell am I talking in second person?”

Sasha left the bathroom and sat back in front of Hydra again.

“I’m the new person here. Everyone else has been here for a long time. I’m more like a guest or intruder at this point. Sounds like things will only go south for me if I get too nosy or mess with the wrong people. When have EITHER of those ever been a problem for me? Hell, I never even drank underage. Pierce calls me too boring at times too,” She chuckled.

“Worst crime I feel like I’ve ever done is jaywalking. And yeah, I know if there’s ever trouble, I’m the type to go to the proper authorities for help. Whether it was work, school or town life. But I’m an adult, and if this place is more of a ‘you take care of your own business’ type of deal, I need to respect that and take responsibility for myself. MOST of the people I’ve come across have been nothing but friendly towards me. Maybe I need to stop jumping to conclusions. There’s no way that I’m going to be scared off back home by stuff like this.”

I won’t lie, it’ll hurt my pride a little if I move back home just because I didn’t try to fit in.

“Well I’m not sure if I’m being open minded here or too lenient out of naivety. I AM sure that Pierce would raise an eyebrow though. There’s no way I could explain away how I knew to call out to Avery in the bar. I didn’t say his name last week, but he’ll remember the alcoholic I mentioned. Now if this was in our town, Pierce would probably make some kind of weird joke about this. But I think…he wouldn’t admit it but I think he’s been a little anxious lately that he’s not here with me to watch my back.”

She pet one of Hydra’s heads.

“When we’re together, he likes to poke fun at me and take me to my places that sometimes aren’t in my comfort zone. But that’s only if he’s confident enough himself that he can get us out of a tight bind we might get into. He never took to me to anyplace extremely dangerous or introduced me to people he didn’t trust. He doesn’t know anyone in Rockland. I’m sure telling him how the possible alcoholic can possibly beat people to death would put him on edge. Especially since I’ve run into Avery twice now. Pierce would be nervous about that proximity.”

So I’m fighting between relying on my hometown friend’s judgement and giving new people a chance. Not to mention putting my own judgement skills to the test here.

Sasha leaned back and hummed to herself.

“So here’s the story. Callum was getting hassled in the alleyway. I called out to his friend from last week who was having a bad time. Out of necessity of course. He came and knocked the drunks away and then Callum, Avery and I had a good time going over the different citizens in town. There we go. Short and simple. Not even a lie. Why was I even overthinking all this? If Pierce presses, I’ll just say Avery can look scary. Dude IS pretty tall too, probably can stare off a lot of people with just a glare.”

Definitely believe he’s not to be messed with.

“I missed the VERY beginning when Avery entered the alleyway anyway. Callum may have sounded chipper, but who’s to say Avery hadn’t spotted one of the dudes trying to pull a knife or something. If you’re gonna beat a knife and two guys with just fists, you BETTER act fast.”

Sasha nodded to herself.

“Everything’s fine. Even the drunks at the end of the day will recover. Hopefully learned a lesson and become better people, but that’s up to them.”

She looked at the clock. It really WAS late. Sasha stretched her arms and headed over to the closet, looking for some nightwear to change into.

“…but seriously, who the hell is Kinley?”

#Rockland #Rockland Games #Rumors of Rockland #runawayoutlaw #rottenbonethief #my OC #Sasha Holmes #Life in Rockland #RoR

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chanseo023 · 5 years ago

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Redemancy

(n.) The act of loving in return.

Theme: CoffeeShop!au, EnemiestoLovers!au

Pairing: Kihyun x Naomi (OC)

Side Wonwoo x Naomi

Word count: 6k

Genre: Fluff, angst.

A/N: This is my first (but not really first) post on this blog! I hope you like it. Also, we speak British English here so you might find spellings to be different. I have no intentions of portraying any idol harshly. I love Jennie and Wonwoo.

Naomi didn’t realise college would be as stressful as it seemed. To top it off, for some unknown reason, drama would ensue where she walked. Did she ask for that? Not once in her life. But would she be free from drama and only have academic stress? Nope.

(She wasn’t too concerned about her top and she wanted to throw it away because it was old but she never found a solid reason to do so. She wanted to thank the stranger for helping her in their own way. What she was upset about was the spilt coffee. She needed caffeine to function and she could only afford so much in a day.)

Just as she looked up to see one of the most handsome men she could’ve ever spotted in her life and apologise, she stopped short because of the words that fell from his mouth.

“Watch where you’re going.”

Watch where I’m going?

“Excuse me? You were the one who knocked into me?”

“Whatever.”

And with that, the guy went off. He didn’t even have the audacity to apologise. Sighing, she took out the extra hoodie she always had in her bag and changed just a few minutes before her lecture hoping that she wouldn’t have to see Mr. Arrogant ever again for the remainder of the day. What would be the odds that he would be having the same lecture as hers? Odds were not in her favour. Mr Arrogant was in the same lecture as hers and the only seat available for her to sit was next to him. Cursing her fate, she walked and seated herself at the only available location.

“Please don’t go around knocking things off my table too.”

She wanted to give him a fitting reply but before she could, the professor walked in.

And that was how her rivalry with Yoo Kihyun began.

Junior year was about to end and there were hardly any changes to her routine. But the few changes that did happen, somehow, seemed to change her life. Some nights in Toronto were so clear, they made Naomi want to just curl up inside a blanket and enjoy the trail of those gaseous balls moving around in space. For some reason, they always made her wonder why she was where she was. They always made her wonder why she destined to be here, at this very moment with two of her best friends and genuinely have fun. Naomi, a biology student, was friends with Min Yoongi, a music student and Park Jimin, a dancer. She didn’t know what she did to be deserve those two dorks as her best friends, but she definitely must have saved a whole country in her past life. She did not know what made her place them so timely in her life. It was as if the stars had made them a part of her life. While the positives remained and she maintained to be ever so thankful for them, she didn’t want to believe she had to have Yoo Kihyun crash into her that eventful morning of freshman year. It was as if the stars willed for him to be a part of her life, regardless of the fact that he wasn’t in her class anymore but the barista that worked in the café she loved so much.

And as much as she loved Yoongi, she never could bug him with how Kihyun treated her. He always tried to make them get along and Naomi had even obliged once, but Kihyun seemed to not budge from his hatred for her so she gave up.

But fate definitely had something lined up for them; something neither of them were expecting.

It was a fine Saturday and Naomi wanted to take break. Mid-semester breaks were a blessing because all she did was relax after having multiple breakdowns due to exams. It was a task to maintain her rank in class and she wanted to keep it reserved for her, another thing that ticked Kihyun off. She made her way to her haven (read: café) and made her way to the counter. Kihyun was taking orders yet again but nothing and no one could have spoiled her mood. For some unknown reason though, Kihyun didn’t talk rudely with her. In fact, he spoke with a very even tone that surprised her but she didn’t show it. As she stood off to the side, waiting so she could take her order and sit peacefully while reading her book, her mind wandered. She didn’t realise a customer had stepped up and when she did, she saw a beautiful woman talking to Kihyun and for the first time, she saw Kihyun talk to someone else but her rudely.

“Jennie, leave if you aren’t here as a customer. I don’t want to create a scene here.”

Jennie? THE Jennie?

“Kihyun, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was only with Wonwoo to make you jealous because you wouldn’t pay attention to me. I am sorry!”

“You could’ve asked for my attention in other ways, you needn’t have to cheat on me with someone else. Especially not with my friend.”

She cheated on Kihyun? No wonder he was in a bad mood. The girl, Jennie, however wouldn’t stop. She constantly kept talking and trying to get on his good side.

Now, Naomi isn’t the kind to intervene in other’s business, but within the span of the last 5 minutes, Jennie had managed to tick off her as well.

“Could you please take this conversation somewhere else? Because you aren’t just bothering him, you’re bothering other customers as well.”

And she turned away with that to find her coffee served.

“Thanks, Jooheonie”, she said with a smile.

He smiled back with those cute dimples of his popping up and walked back inside but not without giving Jennie the stink eye. Naomi turned very carefully because her coffee was hot, but what she didn’t realise that Jennie wanted to be a bitch and knock into Naomi and spilling the hot coffee onto her in the process.

Naomi let out a wail of cry in pain while Jennie just looked at her in the meanest possible manner and said, “keep your thoughts to yourself and you won’t get hurt the next time.”

Naomi had tears spilling from her eyes as she looked at Jennie. Why would someone do that?

“This is why I broke up with you. You just have to be a bitch, don’t you?” Kihyun said somewhere near Naomi just as she felt his arm wrap around her.

Without casting Jennie a second glance he said to Naomi, “let’s get you treated, come on.”

With that Naomi and Kihyun walked into the back room of the café, not bothering with themselves with how Jennie was looking scandalised.

As the two of them walked in, Naomi felt the pain reduce slightly since not a lot of the coffee had spilled on her. Jooheon on the other hand was freaking out.

“I will kill her. I swear to god. How dare she hurt Noona!? Hyung why didn’t you kick her out before things went out of hand? Why did you even get with that bi-”

“Jooheon” Naomi said in a small voice. “Can you please get me some salt, water and tissues so I can clean up?”

“I’m such an idiot. Of course, I’ll be right back Noona.”

“There you go. Take my hoodie. I’ll leave so you can change”, Kihyun said handing over his hoodie.

With a small smile and a nod Naomi took the hoodie and saw Kihyun make his way out, closing the door. Why do I have to go through all of this? That was the only thought running in her head as she changed.

After she was done cleaning up, Kihyun walked in with a bag to put in her now coffee stained clothes.

“You know”, she said jokingly to Kihyun so as to diffuse the tension between them, which seemed to consume the room whole. “I have to start associating you with spilled coffee.”

Kihyun on the other hand looked nowhere near less burdened. A very quiet yet loud apology left his mouth and Naomi looked at him in shock.

“It isn’t your-“

“It is my fault. Had I kicked her out, none of this would’ve happened. I’m so sorry. Not just for today. And thank you for calling her out.”

“It’s not a problem Kihyun. You looked uncomfortable. And I really was getting annoyed. I’ll return this to you this Monday in class, okay?”

He smiled very softly at that.

“Yeah, take your time.”

And with that, they parted ways.

After that incident in the café, things seemed to have evened out between Kihyun and Naomi which was a little out of the ordinary for Naomi. She had kind of gotten used to Kihyun’s jabs, almost immune, if you will. It was weird to see him talk normally to her. It was also weird to Yoongi and Jimin. So when she told Yoongi about the incident, he was this close to going and bashing Jennie while Jimin was concerned and upset with Naomi for not having informed what happened a week ago. Naomi had to calm Yoongi down and she could swear she saw his expression change into a knowing one for just one second before it went back to normal. She didn’t ask him about it though because she assumed that it was all in her head.

Funnily enough, she didn’t have too many run-ins with Kihyun either. They hardly saw each other and for some strange reason, she found herself worrying over the guy. He was cheated on and she knew what it felt like.

She hadn’t gotten hold of him to return his hoodie which meant that it was always in her bag now and unconsciously she ended up using it a rare few times, almost wearing it before she realised what she was doing.

The day that she’d see Kihyun came soon enough, the following day after seeing Yoongi and Jimin, in fact. It was pure happenstance that she came across him. She didn’t expect to see him where she did because people hardly ever visited the park Naomi loved so much, for it was so quiet. She hesitated, not sure if she should talk to him. He looked like he wanted to be alone but then she decided that it was better that she returned his hoodie now. Who knew if she’d see him around again as he seemed to be MIA enough.

“Kihyun? I have been looking for you over a week now! Here’s your hoodie” she said holding out the hoodie over to him.

What she didn’t expect though was for Kihyun to look as tired and drained as he did and she felt something she couldn’t identify in her chest.

“Oh god, Kihyun. Have you rested or eaten these past few days? What happened?”

His voice too hoarse when he responded with a, “Never been better.”

“You haven’t lost your sarcasm, huh. Well, I should get going.”

Just as she turned around after placing the hoodie on his bag that lay beside him, she heard a small, “Stay. Please. I don’t think I can handle my thoughts anymore.”

Naomi didn’t know what to do. On one hand, she didn’t want to stay. Why should she when all the guy ever did was hate her and throw harsh words her way? But on the other hand, she couldn’t refuse. For it wasn’t like her to let someone be alone when they explicitly say the need her. This was also why she found herself sitting next to him and her actions gained her a small smile as thank you.

“Since you have too many thoughts plaguing your head, why don’t you talk about them?”

“No offense, but I don’t think you’d understand how I’m feeling now.”

She chuckled at that. How typical of Yoo Kihyun to assume she wouldn’t know how he felt. He looked at her with a look that said what is wrong with you but she only proceeded to shake her head and scoff.

“You know how I’ve never responded to whatever you threw my way these past years? It wasn’t because I didn’t know how to. It was because I know how much words hurt and how actions speak louder than words. You think a person won’t be offended when you say that? You’re so horribly assuming of people that you think you’re the only one that undergoes pain. We all do. You’re not someone the world revolves around, Kihyun.”

A sudden silence fell upon them as she said those words and they hit him like a truck. She allowed him to fall underneath them and think of the words he said every time he spoke. And soon enough, she saw guilt cloud his expression.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

“You’re right; you shouldn’t have done what you did all these years. Better late than never.”

“So umm do you umm have you…?”

“Have I been cheated on? Yes. And he was my first true love. Unfortunately, I wasn’t his. I don’t think he ever felt that way for anyone. I was just another notch on his belt, I suppose. I was lucky enough to not have slept with him. But the feelings were still there. The pain is still there but somehow, I moved on.”

“Do you mind if I asked who the guy was?”

“You’d be surprised. The very man Jennie cheated on you with, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“So he’s been making people miserable since forever?”

“Kind of, yes. The worst part wasn’t that he destroyed what I knew of love; the worst part was that he was a great friend of mine. I lost a friend and a lover all at once. Unfortunately, I didn’t know of his tendencies to lead people on and break their heart.”

“Wow. What a small world, huh? Who knew that they’d cheat on us the way did?”

“I think it’s just a way of theirs to tell us that they’re done with us, albeit a little too harsh. Whatever excuses they come up with almost seem patronising at the moment we find out.”

“Were you as awfully calm when you found out as you are now? Because if I were in Wonwoo’s shoes, I’d be running to the other end of the world.”

Naomi laughed a sad laugh at that.

“I just went numb. I shut people out for so long, I somehow made it easy for Wonwoo to ignore me. But then again, I made it difficult for everyone else in my life. I lost so many people because of one useless and unworthy act by a person I truly loved, it wasn’t even funny.”

“Then how did you and Yoongi become friends? Because he doesn’t trust human kind either.”

She smiled at that. It had been difficult for both of them to get used to each other, her more than him. But she was so glad that Yoongi and Jimin both took the effort to wade their way through her barriers and find a place for them in her heart.

“Yoongi is persistent” was all she said.

And that began their nightly routine of venting. It was not something anyone knew. None of Kihyun’s or Naomi’s friends knew about their late night rendezvous at the park. Night after night they’d meet at the same spot and vent about their past and how their day was. Kihyun seemed to improve and slowly pull out of the darkness he had fallen into. His love for Jennie had somehow poisoned him and she was all he could think about for a while. The nights that he spent with Naomi, though, changed that.

In that time frame, he’d also taken a break from the coffee shop. As he started becoming better, he re-joined the café and that’s when both their friends got to know that there was something more to Kihyun and Naomi’s relation than what they knew. There was something closer to friendship. They still bickered and sassed each other but it wasn’t like before.

What also made Naomi happy was that on some days, she’d get the infamous Kihyun smile which she found adorable. His cheeks would push up and his eyes would almost disappear as a result and that never failed to make her giggle. When Jooheon saw them talking in a friendly manner, he almost dropped a customer’s order. He couldn’t believe his eyes or ears when he saw them conversing.

Yoongi and Jimin were surprised too. Later that day, the two of them cornered her and asked her what was happening. She wanted to tell them about the nightly routine but she felt as if she’d jinx what Kihyun and she had. What she did tell them about, though, was the first night. Jimin seemed convinced but Yoongi, the ever perceptive human, was not. Naomi knew he knew that she was keeping something form them but he didn’t push her to talk about it. He was well aware that he could ask either of them later on. But Yoongi seemed happy whenever he saw his two friends get along as well as they did and it seemed as if there wasn’t a lot that could change their relationship.

Change is inevitable. Change is somehow the only constant the world knows. Change was also what made humanity mortal. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

Just as night changed to day, so did the dynamics between Naomi and Kihyun. Somewhere along the line, they changed their points of view about each other. From strangers to enemies to acquaintances to friends, it really was a roller-coaster ride for the two of them and everyone around them. Naomi was happy that this kind of positive change happened in her life. Somehow, Kihyun had wedged his way into her life and while she was hesitant, she slowly allowed him in.

It scared her though. It scared her that she let him in so soon while it took her so much longer with Yoongi and Jimin. Wonwoo had to struggle a lot too to become her friend. But for some strange reason, it didn’t take Kihyun long.

And she knew it was because every time she’d see him smile, she’d feel content. She always wanted to hear him talk. She never was the kind to give thought to what people vented out to her. She’d lend an ear to listen but she never thought over people’s problems except for Jimin and Yoongi and now Kihyun. She realised she didn’t look at Kihyun the way she looked at Yoongi or Jimin. It was different, what she felt for Kihyun and she knew she was in trouble.

Because why would Kihyun like her the way she did, right? Why would he look at her and want to be with her? She was just one of the stars in his night sky; a dim, softly glowing star that remained small in front of the ones glowing brightly. There were a million women who could like him better and do him better than she ever could.

Little she did know that Kihyun had had enough of the harsh brightness. He wanted her warmth and gentleness and no one else’s and Naomi was about to find this out in ways she couldn’t have imagined.

It was a regular Friday for Naomi. She was done early with her classes and she made her way to her favourite place next to the library; the café. She knew Kihyun wouldn’t be there and that kind of dulled the idea and charm of the place, but Jooheon would be there and that made her happy enough. So it would be lie if she said if she wasn’t surprised to see someone else at the counter that wasn’t Jooheon or Kihyun.

The guy was handsome. She could see that as soon as she walked in and his smile shined so bright, she had to pause for a second.

“Noona!” a loud voice called out and suddenly her feet were off the ground and the world was spinning.

“Jooheon stop! I’m getting dizzy, you goof.”

“Sorry! I just got excited” he said with a giggle. “Noona meet Hoseok hyung! He likes to be called Wonho though. Hyung, this is Naomi Noona!”

“Hi! You’re Jooheon and Kihyun’s friend, aren’t you? It’s nice to meet you” he said with a smile and a gentle look in his eyes that made her soft.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wonho” Naomi said before she proceeded to place her order.

“Noona! I’m hosting a party along with my hyungs. Please come! Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are coming too!”

“Jooheon, you know how I feel about parties, right?”

“Hey, if it makes you feel better, I’m going to be sober. I’m the designated driver for the night so we can hang out” Wonho said. “If you say no, he will become pouty and give you those puppy eyes and you don’t want that.”

Naomi laughed and gave in when Jooheon immediately gave her the infamous puppy eyes on cue.

As she received her order, she said, “I guess I’ll see you guys in the evening then.”

Jooheon smiled but Wonho gave her a wink and said, “I’ll be waiting!”

Evening came soon enough and for some absolutely unknown reason, Naomi was stressing over what to wear. Well, she knew the reason but she just didn’t want to admit. She had Yoongi and Jimin come over to her place as she whined about being confused.

“Naomi, really, you just have to choose a pair of clothes to wear. Why. Are. You. Stressing.”

“I wish you knew the pain of not knowing what to wear, Yoongi. You just have to throw on a pair of jeans and shirt and you’re done. You’d look good even if you wore a trash bag.”

“Okay Noona, let me help, yeah?” Jimin asked and she vigorously nodded yes.

As Jimin proceeded to look through, she sat beside Yoongi only to have him look at her with a smirk.

“What?”

“You’re fretting because Kihyun is going to be there.”

She didn’t want to blush but she did and that was a dead giveaway about her feelings for him which, of course, Yoongi picked on.

“You both are so pathetic, it’s tiring.”

“I’m sorry? Pathetic?”

“You’re both whipped for each other but what do you do? Keep it to yourselves and make everyone miserable.”

“Yoongi. Seriously. You think Kihyun likes me like I like him?”

“Naomi, I don’t think. I know.”

“Why would you-?”

“Noona! Why haven’t you ever worn this!?” Jimin popped up with a black sequin dress with a sweet heart neckline. Naomi had absolutely forgotten about it.

“This will go great with these wedges!” he said, pointing at the shoes he held in his right hand.

“Thanks Chim! You’re the best, unlike some people” with a look at Yoongi who just chuckled.

“I missed something, didn’t I?”

The party was raging by the time Yoongi, Jimin and Naomi arrived at Jooheon’s place.

“I don’t think I’m going to last too long you guys.”

“Naomi, shut up. Enjoy, will you? This isn’t my scene but it’s for Jooheon.”

Sighing she made her way into the loud place and made her way straight to the kitchen along with the two boys. Jooheon spotted them almost immediately and went over to hug the three of them, thanking them for coming for which Yoongi flicked his forehead.

Naomi felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around to see Wonho standing behind her.

“Hey” she said with a smile.

“Hi! You look stunning, Naomi.”

Naomi felt happy but she didn’t feel anything else. Nonetheless, she thanked him. Yoongi and Jimin came to give Wonho a hug and started talking to him. With nothing to do, Naomi’s eyes wandered and unconsciously, she found herself looking for the red haired boy that had her heart.

“Looking for Kihyunnie hyung, noona?” Jooheon said with a very knowing smile.

Naomi couldn’t respond with a solid response because she knew she was caught. Before she could say anything though, Wonho intervened and asked Naomi, “Shall we dance together?”

Naomi, to say the least, was surprised. She wanted to go look for Kihyun and spend her night with him because all they would do was judge people together and laugh at the lame background stories they’d make up about strangers.

(They did this day in and day out and especially when Kihyun was free during his shift or got off work at the café. The best times were when the two of them would laugh so much, their laughs would become silent and they would become unable to continue the story.)

Reluctantly, she said yes to Wonho for one dance. The smile that he awarded was too cute and it made her giggle.

“Enjoy Noona” Jooheon said with a teasing smile.

Wonho was a complete gentleman. He made sure people weren’t crashing into her as they were dancing and also made her laugh. Naomi seemed to forget her surroundings for a while and completely let loose. One song turned into two and two turned into four. What she didn’t realise was Kihyun’s longing gaze on her.

“You should tell her man” Yoongi told him.

“And spoil the fun she’s having? She seems so happy and carefree with Wonho, I don’t want to spoil it for them.”

“You’re not spoiling anything. If you don’t tell her though, you will spoil what you have.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Besides, Jooheon mentioned she was looking for you. If she wasn’t interested, would she be looking for you?”

Ever since they started spending time though, he realised just how amazing she was. He also realised why Yoongi was her friends with her. She radiated beauty, if you knew her well enough. She was open minded, intelligent, adorable and beautiful inside out. Sure she wasn’t the prettiest woman he’d met, but her intelligence was unparalleled. She didn’t have the usual boring opinions that he had heard from other girls who had only one objective in mind and that was to impress him. She was the type to listen to every word you said and genuinely try and understand your troubles. She was genuine warmth that anyone would love to have in their lives. She was the kind to get excited over cats and dogs roaming about. Even as he stared at her dancing and enjoying herself, he couldn’t help but smile. He never did objectify anyone, he never was the type of guy to do that. But god damn did she look hot in that dress. But her smile took the cake in his eyes. She was beautiful.

Kihyun had missed out on that beauty. He had missed out for two years when he could’ve had it all two years before. But now that he did have it, he didn’t want to take her for granted. He wanted to make sure she knew how he felt about her, whether or not she felt the same. He wanted her to know just how wonderful she was. And he made his way to her when he saw them stop dancing for a moment.

It was time he came clean to her.

Naomi saw Wonho look behind her which made her turn around only to see Kihyun. Her heart, which was racing from all the dancing, suddenly calmed down. She smiled from ear to ear as she tackled him in a hug.

“You’re here!” she said in his ears for it was too loud.

“Yes I am”, he said pulling back with that oh so beautiful smile on his face. He leaned in again and said to her, “I needed to talk to you about something. Want to go out? Please?”

She looked at him worried. No one had ever felt right after they heard the words ‘we need to talk’. A frown etched on her face and yet she said yes. She held up a finger and asked Kihyun to wait as she turned around to apologise and thank Wonho.

“You don’t have to apologise, Naomi. I had fun tonight” he said with a hug.

“I did too”, she said and smiled.

She then held the hand Kihyun had held out for her and safely made her way out of the loud party with him, hoping that it was nothing too serious.

“Is everything okay, Hyunnie?”

“Naomi I need you to listen to everything I have to say, okay? Please just wait for me to finish and then say what you have to. Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

“I am so stupid, you know”, he said with a chuckle. “So completely stupid because I missed out on the most wonderful person I have ever had the fortune to meet. It was such a happenstance that day when I crashed into you back in freshman year. I wanted to apologise but I was late and I took out my worry on you. It was only when I walked off did I realise what I had done. I wanted to beat myself up so bad. And then you had to be in the same class as me in freshman year. Hell, I was regretting taking biology, not because of you. But you made me feel something ever since I saw you and I couldn’t understand what it was. What transpired between us made me think it was hate. Two years of me being utterly and terribly confused and so assuming of how I felt stopped me from being your friend.

“And then the incident at the café happened and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The thoughts that I mentioned that were troubling me? They never were about Jennie. What Jennie did didn’t affect me as much as it should have. The only thing I could think about was why you would do what you did, especially after I gave you so much shit in those couple years.

“And then the first night at the park happened. And, my goodness, were you so strong that day. You were like fire itself and I realised I was captivated by you. And every day that followed was a surprise for me. You are an enigma, Naomi and somehow I can’t seem to get enough of you. I don’t think I ever can get enough.

“At first I thought maybe I was obsessed. But as the days passed, I realised that it was all you. You being yourself is so god damn attractive, it makes me feel like I’m nothing.

“I am so aware of how you deserve so much better than someone who used to talk you down. You deserve someone that can treat you right. But I can’t help the way I feel. I like you, Naomi. I like you so much, it’s crazy. I won’t call it love, not so soon, but I definitely like you enough to know that I want to spend my life with you.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t have to force yourself. I promise you that absolutely nothing will come in the way of our friendship.”

Naomi was stunned. She had tears welling up in her eyes. She had not heard anyone talk about her the way Kihyun had and she wanted to cry so hard but she held it in because she wanted him to know that she may not be as good as he was at words, but she loved him just as much.

“What if I don’t want that? What if I want more? Kihyun, you don’t know how happy I am right now. I like you too. I like you a lot more than I should and do you know how much that scares me? Do you know how afraid I am that I’ll have my heart broken again? But the part of me that absolutely adores you wants nothing to do with those thoughts. All it wants is you and to be with you and call you mine.”

“Naomi, are you sure?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

She didn’t know any other way to respond so she just tip-toed and pressed a chaste soft kiss on his lips.

“Is that an answer enough?”

He gave her the biggest smile and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and whispered, “thank you, baby.”

And then they kissed and Naomi had never felt happier and safer than she did at that very instance.

Epilogue.

The years that followed the day that Kihyun made his confession were amazing to the two of them.

They took their time in confessing their love for each other. It was ironic how it came spilling out from Kihyun when he realised he was almost about to lose Naomi after a major fight. Neither of them remember the reason but they went on and on and Naomi finally broke which made Kihyun stop. He quickly came to his senses and apologised for even raising his voice at her. He was the reason she was crying and he had to do something. He didn’t want her to feel as if she didn’t matter to him and that was the first time he confessed his love for her. And Naomi, as if it was a reflex, responded back with the same. They didn’t leave each other’s side that night.

The first time he made love to her was on the evening of their fifth anniversary when he asked her to stay with him for the rest of their lives. It was raw, passionate and so blissful, neither of them wanted to stop.

The first and the last time they made promises to each other was at the altar the following year. By the time the both of them had spoken their vows, there wasn’t a single dry eye in the room.

The first time they both cried in happiness was two years later when the both of them held their little baby girl who had the prettiest eyes they had ever laid eyes on.

At the end of it all, Naomi had only said this to Kihyun, “Thank you for loving me the way I have loved you and the way I will always love you.”

Kihyun only sealed that promise with a gentle but soft kiss.

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The Demon's Bride

Demon Finn Balor x OC

Rated: M

Warning: smut, daddy kink,angst, and a bit of fluff.

A/N: This is what I previewed awhile back and I finally finished it. I really hope you enjoy it.

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Humberto lead me to his doorway, "This seems weird. I normally walk the girl home. Are you sure I can't?" He asked.

"Yeah," I told him. "My roommate hate when I bring dates home."

He nodded in an understanding way. We stood together in the doorway in silence for awhile. "I had a great time." He said breaking the silence.

"I did too." I smiled up at him. He slowly leaned in to kiss me. I felt his soft lips hit mine. It felt amazing. Suddenly, he pulled away and started choking. He was coughing up blood.

"Humberto?" I said shocked backing up. He collapsed to the ground. I kneeled down beside him. I went to feel for his pulse. Nothing.

Snap, went a tree branch behind me. I quickly twirled around. That's when I saw it. A sinister smile standing up on the rooftop. It looked like the cheshire cat smile glowing in the darkness.

A normal person would be terrified. I wasn't though. I knew exactly who that smile belonged to.

"Balor." I hissed underneath my breathe. The smile grew a bit before slowly disappearing into the darkness.

I sighed, looking down at the body on the ground. "He has to ruin everything for me. I am sorry you had to go like that." I said brushing his hair out of his face.

I walked over to a building before creating a doorway to walk through. As I walked in, my outfit changed from my dark ripped jeans, black tank, with a leather jacket, to a simple purple dress that fell to my feet. A simple crown appeared on my head. The room around me also changed from a quiet residential street to an old stone palace.

"Finn Balor," I yelled as soon as I entered the throne room where I saw the demon sat on his throne. I could tell by his face he had been waiting for me. A smile crept on his face as he saw me walk up to him.

"Is that anyway to address your king?" He asked.

I wasn't in the mood to play his games. "Why do you always have to kill them? Humberto did nothing to you."

"He did. You forget, my queen, I not only saw that little kiss he gave you, but what he was thinking about." His eyes were dark.

"It's none of your business what he wants to do with me. You had no right to dig around in his head."

In a blink of an eye, he moved from his throne to right in front of my face. "My dear, Serena, you seem to forget. You are mine for all of eternity." His hand fell under my chin, making me look into his red eyes. "No one else gets to have you." He growled.

I smacked his hand away, "But everyone else can have you. I know you stray away from me. It's a double standard to let me do the same."

Finn pushed me hard against the wall, "You have gotten so mouthy lately. I don't know where this coming from. Or the sudden need to run around in the mortal world with mortal men."

"Maybe you bore me." I told him raising an eyebrow. "I need the help of mortals to get off."

He took me off the wall, only to slam me harder. Anger filling his eyes, "You little liar. There is no one better than me, especially a mortal."

"They do posse something you seem to forget."

"And what would that be?" He asked his head cocked to the side.

"You forget how to make love. To touch me like I am more than a fuck toy. You haven't done that in centuries."

He chuckled softly, "You actually think those dumb mortals love you." He shook his softly

"More than you do."

"You are still naive as the day, I met you, Serena." He taunted. "You think 500 years in hell with me would have changed that.

"It has. I am not naive anymore. You ripped that from me when you got my soul and my heart."

"And I made you my queen. You are so ungrateful." Balor tsked at me. "I could have dumped your soul away like the rest of them."

"Sometimes I wish you would have. Those souls have more freedom being thrown away like trash than you give me. I am nothing but a sex slave to you."

"A sex slave who gets to wear the crown. A mortal soul who gets to live forever with one of the most powerful demons in all of hell. How ungrateful are you." He shook his head. With a swoop of his hand he pushed me on my knees. "I think you need a reminder of how lucky you are." He grabbed a chunk of my golden blonde hair. "First you will suck daddy off and than you will spend the night in the dungeon for your disobedience."

As much as I hate this man, I couldn't help feel my desire for him spread when he dominated me. "Yes, master." I said pulling out his thick penis as I pulled it into my mouth. He always tasted amazing. Better than any human could. I almost missed it when I was gone.

He groaned holding me close to him so he could force himself deeper down my throat.

"Such a good girl. You're mouth is still one of the most amazing I have had." He cooed as he thrusted hard. Tears filled my eyes as I gagged on him. He didn't care though. He just kept pushing until he got his release making me swallow every last drop.

"Rollins, get her. Take her down to the dungeon. She is spending the night there." He said throwing me to the side.

Seth, one of the king's hands, helped me up by my arm and lead me down to the dungeon.

The dungeon was dark and wet, and had a horrible smell. It was like the a mix of mold and sweat. My feet were bare against the stone floor. You'd think in hell that the floor would be burning hot, but the stones in the were still ice against my feet.

Seth opened the iron gates and threw me inside locking it behind me. I hit the cold ground with a thud. I glared at him as he walked back out. "I swear he sucks Finn's dick more than I do." I said shaking my head. I sat down in the corner of the cell. This wasn't my first time being sent down here. I had run off to the mortal world before. It was hard not to. I missed the mortal world. Even though, it wasn't anything like I remember and everyone I knew had been dead for years. I knew that was something I would be sacrificing when I gave Balor my soul, but at the time, it didn’t matter to me. I was madly in love with Finn and I thought he loved me too. I began to question if he had ever really loved me or if I had just been a naive. The thought even sounded crazy. A demon falling in love. It felt real back than. The passion he kissed me with was like nothing else. When he asked me to be his forever. I couldn't turn it down. I sold him my soul bonding me to him in hell for all eternity.

I heard an eerie laugh rang through the dungeon. I looked up from where I was sitting to see a body appear with a twisted smile. "What you doing here, princess?" The voice belonged to Bray Wyatt.

"Go away, Bray." I hissed at him. "How are you even down here? I thought the dungeon blocked powers."

With a blink of an eye, he was sitting next to me. He wrapped his arm around me pulling me close. I grimaced slightly. "Weak powers like yours. I, on the other hand, am stronger."

I rolled my eyes, “Well, put your powers to good use and get out of here.” I pushed him off me. He flashed over to the other side of the room leaning against the stone wall.

“Now, what did sweet little Serena do to get herself locked in here? Playing around in the mortal world again?” He patronized me.

“It’s none of your business.” I snapped at him. “Don’t you have something better to do than bug me.”

He smiled, “Am I getting on someone’s nerves? My, you must have been a bad girl. Messing around with mortals. Why do you mess around with them when there are tons of demons who would love to have a pretty girl like you.” He stalked over by me. He put his fingers underneath my chin lifting me onto my feet by it. "Isn't that why you sold your soul to the demon king himself? To be fucked by a demon."

“I don’t want anyone of you.” I spat. “You guys lack any true emotion like love. I would just be another bang to you. You all just want to fuck me to get something over the king."

Bray laughed softly, "Love is a stupid emotion. Did you honestly think a demon could love?"

I looked down at the floor. "Once upon time."

He shook his head, "such a naive little girl. The demon king has had many queens before you. Most likely he will have many after you." He stated. "Were you really that stupid to think he would only love you for all of eternity? You're time is running short, sweet Serena. He is probably looking for a new bride as we speak."

I felt hot tears burn in my eyelids. I couldn't help myself, but let them fall. "You lie!" Was all I could get out as my sobs began to take over.

"Get out of here before Finn finds you here."

Bray shook his head chuckling softly. "I hope when he gets bored of you, he lets us play with you when he is finished. I can't wait, dear sweet Serena." He said cupping my face in his hand. "I'll be waiting." He said as he slowly disappeared. I dropped to the ground letting my tears fall. I knew about the other queens and how Finn had gotten bored of them. Did I really believe I would be different? I might have lasted the longest, but that meant nothing. Maybe he had already found a new bride to replace me. What if he is just waiting for her to sell her soul than throw me to the dogs like Bray.

I heard footsteps coming near to me. I groaned hoping that it wasn't Bray coming back to mess with my head more. Thankfully, it was Seth. He opened the iron gates to let me out. "The king would like to speak with you."

I nodded whipping my tears fast before I got off the floor. Seth raised an eyebrow when he noticed, but he didn't say anything. Just gently grabbed my arm leading me backup to the throne room.

"Your queen, your majesty." Seth said bowing to Finn who was sitting on his throne. His black robe draped around his neck. He

Finn looked me up and down as I stood there next to Seth. He nodded slowly, "thank you. Now leave me alone with her. Don't let anyone come in."

Seth nodded quickly leaving the room. I heard the heavy close behind him. I looked back up to Finn just in time for him to gesture me to come towards him. I sighed deeply as I moved towards his throne.

"I can tell you have been crying. Why?" He asked me. A hand reaching out to grab me closer. I pulled my hand away fast causing him to hiss."Still haven't learned your lesson have you? Do I need to have Seth go take you back?" I shook my head fast. "Than answer my question. Why have you been crying? I know it wasn't the dungeon."

I sighed, "I wasn't alone in the dungeon. Bray Wyatt came and visited me in there."

Finn grabbed both my hands pulling me close. "What did he say? Did he touch you?"

"He just told me that when you're done with me, he hopes you let me play with him. He said my time as your queen is almost done."

Finn chuckled slightly, "I would have figured with how you were acting that would be thrilled to be rid of me." He rubbed his thumb across my knuckles. "Be free of this place."

I shook my head, "Not to be thrown to the dogs at least." I sighed. "I still love you, Finn. I just act out cause it doesn't seem like you do anymore. You barely talk to me unless it's for sex. I meant it when I said you treat me like a sex toy. Maybe Bray was right and you are bored of me. Maybe, you found a new queen to take my place and are just waiting for her to sell her soul to you." I could feel tears begin to fall again. I couldn't stop them.

Finn stood up still holding my hands. He sighed looking into my eyes as he let go my hands, cupping his hands around my face. He whipped a few of the stray tears with his thumb. "There is no one else to replace you. You are the only one for me. Trust me, I have tried. You make me so mad sometimes I really do want to feed you to the dogs, but then I can't think of my life without you in it. I try to replace you with other women, but at the end of the day. You are all I want. That's why it makes me so angry when you run off with mortals. I am scared you regret selling your soul to me.”

I shook my head, “Well, sometimes. When you treat me like garbage I do. You make me just as angry.”

His eyes weren’t red this time. I had avoided them the whole conversation, but now I looked into his soft blue eyes. “Bray told me, I was foolish to think that a demon could love me.”

“He is trying to get in your head. He likes to play mind tricks on mortals.” Finn said with a sigh. “He is wrong. I am the foolish one. I have never fallen in love with a mortal til I fell in love with you. I don’t think I was in love with any of my other queens. Them I used as sex toys. Not you. Never you.”

“Why have you been treating me so badly than?”

“Stress? I don’t know. We are at war. Sometimes I don’t want to just sit around and talk. I just want to have sex and get my stress out.” He shrugged. “I am sorry. I truly am. ” He pulled me closer to kiss me. He kissed me softly.

“A demon saying sorry. I am shocked.” I giggled as I pulled away.”

“Don’t tell anyone. You might ruin my reputation as the king.” He laughed back. “Now,” he said his blue eyes turning darker. “I still haven’t finished your punishment.” He said as pulled the strings on his robe. He let it fall to the floor exposing all, but a small cloth that covered his sex. I bite my lip looking at his body. Even if I have seen it a million times, just the sight of his six pack makes me weak in the knees. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me close as the room started to fade and their bedroom started fade in.

I raised my eyebrow. "Didn't you say you were punishing me. Why are we in the bedroom?"

"Oh, I can still punish you here." He said turning me around so my back was to him.. He untied the back of my dress letting it fall to the floor. He kissed my shoulder blades gently as his arms wrapped my waist moving up to my breasts. He twisted her nipples. I moaned leaning my head back onto his chest. He pushed me towards the bed. I fell on my stomach onto the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees.” He commanded. I did as he said. He rubbed my ass gently before he smacked it hard. I yelped grabbing the sheets. He barely gave me time to recover before he smacked it again. He did it til my ass felt numb. He grabbed me by hair pulling me up. He reached around rubbing my clit gently. “Did you learn your lesson about running away from me?”

“Yes,” I moaned out.

He smacked my pussy hard. “What was that?”

I yelped, “Yes, daddy.” I repeated.

“Good girl,” He said rubbing my folds before slipping a finger in. He still held me tight by my hair against his chest. I started to rock my hips on his finger trying to get him to move them faster. He pulled out completely. He whispered into her ear, “Don’t move or else.” He pushed me back down on the bed getting me back on all fours. He rammed his cock deep inside me. He put his hands on hips to get himself to go deeper in me. I screamed in pleasure as I felt him hit my g-spot. With his brutal pace that he had set, I knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Daddy, may I cum?” I asked him as I felt my walls start to close around him.

“Since you asked nicely. I will let you cum.” He said reaching over to rub her clit. I screamed as I felt an orgasm wash over me.

He flipped me over onto my back, hooking my legs around his waist. He pushed back into me and began moving at a slower pace. I moaned closing my eyes a bit. He bit my neck making my eyes open fast. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, baby doll. You wanted me to make love to you and now you got it.” I nodded quickly meeting his eyes. He began to pick up the pace moving back to a faster and harder pace.

“I am going to fill you up, baby. Fill you up full of my cum.”

"Please, daddy, please fill me up." I begged. His movements become sloppy as he started to cum inside me. My second orgasm started causing my legs to shake. I moved my hips a bit as a I rode it out. Once it was over, he stopped his motions putting my legs down. He collapsed next to me on the bed.

He pulled me close to him, "I love you, my queen and you will be mine and only mine for all of eternity." He smiled at me kissing my head. "No one in the world in heaven, hell, or Earth could replace you."

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(n.) The act of loving in return. Theme: CoffeeShop!au, EnemiestoLovers!au Pairing: CollegeStudent!Kihyun x Naomi (OC) Side Wonwoo x Naomi Word count: 6.1k Genre: Fluff, angst and slightly suggestive content. (it’s just a couple lines)

A/N: I wrote this story for a friend of mine and I decided to release it on tumblr! It’s a work of fiction so please don’t come at me for portraying Jennie and Wonwoo as complete assholes

It all started in her freshman year when she entered the coffee shop that was in her campus. Classes were doing her bad and she regretted even opting for early morning classes. Why did she ever think she was going to do fine waking up at 7 in the morning and attending lectures from 8 till 11? She isn’t aware still but she had to deal with it. Morning classes meant needing coffee and needing coffee meant zombie walking and that was exactly what she was doing while somehow still being cautious. However, life had to mess with her and not have her be cautious enough that morning because one minute she’s fine and the next she has coffee spilt over her top. (She wasn’t too concerned about her top and she wanted to throw it away because it was old but she never found a solid reason to do so. She wanted to thank the stranger for helping her in their own way. What she was upset about was the spilt coffee. She needed caffeine to function and she could only afford so much in a day.) Just as she looked up to see one of the most handsome men she could’ve ever spotted in her life and apologise, she stopped short because of the words that fell from his mouth. “Watch where you’re going.”

Watch where I’m going? “Excuse me? You were the one who knocked into me?”

“Whatever.”

And with that, the guy went off. He didn’t even have the audacity to apologise. Sighing, she took out the extra hoodie she always had in her bag and changed just a few minutes before her lecture hoping that she wouldn’t have to see Mr Arrogant ever again for the remainder of the day. What would be the odds that he would be having the same lecture as hers? Odds were not in her favour. Mr Arrogant was in the same lecture as hers and the only seat available for her to sit was next to him. Cursing her fate, she walked and seated herself at the only available location.

“Please don’t go around knocking my things from my table too.”

She wanted to give him a fitting reply but before she even could, the professor walked in. And that was how her rivalry with Yoo Kihyun began.

Junior year was about to end and there were hardly any changes to her routine. But the few changes that did happen somehow seemed to change her life. Some nights in Toronto were so clear, they made Naomi want to just curl up inside a blanket and enjoy the trail of those gaseous balls moving around in space. For some reason, they always made her wonder why she was where she was. They always made her wonder why she destined to be here, at this very moment with two of her best friends and genuinely have fun. Naomi, a biology student, was friends with Min Yoongi, a music student, and Park Jimin, a dance major. She didn’t know what she did to be deserve those two dorks as her best friends, but she definitely must have saved a whole country in her past life. She did not know what made her place them so timely in her life. It was as if the stars had made them a part of her life. While the positives remained and she maintained to be ever so thankful for them, she didn’t want to believe she had to have Yoo Kihyun crash into her that eventful morning of freshman year. It was as if the stars willed for him to be a part of her life, regardless of the fact that he wasn’t in her class anymore but the barista that worked in the café she loved so much.

What hadn’t changed was how much he despised her. She never understood why but she never bothered herself with arguments. She didn’t want that complication nor had she signed up for it. Another reason was because Kihyun was Yoongi’s friend. When she initially found out, she wondered how the wonderful and soft hearted Min Yoongi was friends with the rude Yoo Kihyun. She later found out that Kihyun behaved that way only with her. She wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone, but she quite liked seeing him interact with others because he would grace them with that beautiful smile of his and she wondered why she never got those. And as much as she loved Yoongi, she never could bug him with how Kihyun treated her. He always tried to make them get along and Naomi had even obliged once but Kihyun seemed to not budge from his hatred for her so she gave up. But fate definitely had something lined up for them; something neither of them were expecting.

It was a fine Saturday and Naomi wanted to take break. Mid-semester breaks were a blessing because all she did was relax. It was a task to maintain her rank in class and she wanted to keep it reserved for her, another thing that ticked Kihyun off. She made her way to her haven (read: café) and made her way to the counter. Kihyun was taking orders yet again but nothing and no one could have spoiled her mood. For some unknown reason though, Kihyun didn’t talk rudely with her. In fact, he spoke with a very even tone that surprised her but she didn’t show it. As she stood off to the side, waiting so she could take her order and sit peacefully while reading her book, her mind wandered. She didn’t realise a customer had stepped up and when she did, she saw a beautiful woman talking to Kihyun and for the first time, she saw Kihyun talk to someone else but her rudely.

“Jennie, leave if you aren’t here as a customer. I don’t want to create a scene here.”

“But Kihyun, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was only with Wonwoo to make you jealous because you wouldn’t pay attention to me. I am sorry!”

“You could’ve asked for my attention in other ways, you needn’t have to cheat on me with someone else. Especially not with my friend.”

She cheated on Kihyun? No wonder he was in a bad mood. The girl, Jennie, however wouldn’t stop. She constantly kept talking and trying to get on his good side.

Now, Naomi isn’t the kind to intervene in other’s business, but within the span of the last 5 minutes, Jennie had managed to tick off her as well.

“Could you please take this conversation somewhere else? Because you aren’t just bothering him, you’re bothering other customers as well.”

And she turned away with that to find her coffee served.

“Thanks, Jooheonie”, she said with a smile.

He smiled back with those cute dimples of his popping up and walked back inside but not without giving Jennie the stink eye. Naomi turned very carefully because her coffee was hot but what she didn’t realise that Jennie wanted to be a bitch and knock into Naomi and spilling the hot coffee onto her in the process. Naomi let out a wail of cry in pain while Jennie just looked at her in the meanest possible manner and said, “keep your thoughts to yourself and you won’t get hurt the next time.”

Naomi had tears spilling from her eyes as she looked at Jennie. Why would someone do that?

“This is why I broke up with you. You just have to be a bitch, don’t you?” Kihyun said somewhere near Naomi just as she felt his arm wrap around her.

Without casting Jennie a second glance he said to Naomi, “let’s get you treated, come on.”

With that Naomi and Kihyun walked into the back room of the café, not bothering with themselves with how Jennie was looking scandalised.

As the two of them walked in, Naomi felt the pain reduce slightly. Jooheon on the other hand was freaking out.

“I will kill her. I swear to god. How dare she hurt Noona!? Hyung why didn’t you kick her out before things went out of hand? Why did you even get with that bi-”

“Jooheon” Naomi said in a small voice. “Can you please get me some salt so I can clean up?”

“I’m such an idiot. Of course, I’ll be right back Noona.”

“There you go. Take my hoodie. I’ll leave so you can change”, Kihyun said handing over his hoodie.

After she was done cleaning up, Kihyun walked in with a bag to put in her now coffee stained clothes.

“You know”, she said jokingly to Kihyun so as to diffuse the tension between them. “I have to start associating you with spilt coffee.”

Kihyun on the other hand looked nowhere near less burdened. A very quiet yet loud apology left his mouth and Naomi looked at him in shock.

“It isn’t your-“

“It is my fault. Had I kicked her out, none of this would’ve happened. I’m so sorry. Not just for today. And thank you for calling her out.”

“It’s not a problem Kihyun. You looked uncomfortable. And I really was getting annoyed. I’ll return this to you this Monday in class, okay?”

He smiled very softly at that.

“Yeah, take your time.”

And with that, they parted ways.

After that incident in the café, things seemed to have evened out between Kihyun and Naomi, which was a little out of the ordinary for Naomi. She had kind of gotten used to Kihyun’s jabs, almost immune, if you will. It was weird to see him talk normally to her. It was also weird to Yoongi and Jimin. So when she told Yoongi about the incident, he was this close to going and bashing Jennie while Jimin was concerned and upset with Naomi for not having informed what happened a week ago. Naomi had to calm Yoongi and she could swear she saw his expression change into a knowing one for just one second before it went back to normal. She didn’t ask him about it though because she assumed that it was all in her head.

The day that she’d see Kihyun came soon enough, the following day after seeing Yoongi and Jimin, in fact. It was pure happenstance that she came across him. She didn’t expect to see him where she did because people hardly ever visited the park Naomi loved so much for it was so quiet. She hesitated, not sure if she should talk to him. He looked like he wanted to be alone but then she decided that it was better that she returned his hoodie now. Who knew if she’d see him around again as he seemed to be MIA enough.

“Kihyun? I have been looking for you over a week now! Here’s your hoodie” she said holding out the hoodie over to him.

What she didn’t expect though was for Kihyun to look as tired and drained as he looked and she felt something she couldn’t identify in her chest.

“Oh god, Kihyun. Have you rested or eaten these past few days? What happened?”

His voice too hoarse when he responded with a, “Never been better.”

“You haven’t lost your sarcasm, huh. Well, I should get going.”

Just as she turned around after placing the hoodie on his bag that lay beside him, she heard a small, “Stay. Please. I don’t think I can handle my thoughts anymore.”

“Since you have too many thoughts plaguing your head, why don’t you talk about them?”

“No offense, but I don’t think you’d understand how I’m feeling now.”

She chuckled at that. How typical of Yoo Kihyun to assume she wouldn’t know how he felt. He looked at her with a look that said what is wrong with you but she only proceeded to shake her head.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

“You’re right; you shouldn’t have done what you did all these years. Better late than never.”

“So umm do you umm have you…?”

“Do you mind if I asked who the guy was?”

“You’d be surprised. The very man Jennie cheated on you with, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“So he’s been making people miserable since forever?”

“Wow. What a small world, huh? Who knew that they’d cheat on us the way did?”

“I think it’s just a way of theirs to tell us that they’re done with us, albeit a little too harsh. Whatever excuses they come up with almost seem patronising at the moment we find out.”

“Were you as awfully calm when you found out as you are now? Because if I were in Wonwoo’s shoes, I’d be running to the other end of the world.”

Naomi laughed a sad laugh at that.

“Then how did you and Yoongi become friends? Because he doesn’t trust human kind either.”

“Yoongi is persistent” was all she said.

In that time frame, he’d also taken a break from the coffee shop. As he started becoming better, he re-joined the café and that’s when both their friends got to know that there was something more to Kihyun and Naomi’s relation than what they knew. There was something more friendship and less hate. They still bickered and sassed each other but it wasn’t like before.

Yoongi and Jimin were surprised too. Later in the day, the two of them cornered her and asked her what was happening. She wanted to tell them about the nightly routine but she felt as if she’d jinx what Kihyun and she had. What she did tell them about, though, was the first night. Jimin seemed convinced but Yoongi, the ever perceptive human, was not. Naomi knew he knew that she was keeping something form them but he didn’t push her to talk about it. He was well aware that he could ask either of them later on. But Yoongi seemed happy whenever he saw his two friends get along as well as they did and it seemed as if there wasn’t a lot that could change their relationship.

Change is inevitable. Change is somehow the only constant the world knows. Change was also what made humanity mortal. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

A part of her thought it was because of them venting about life to each other but the more rational part knew that it was because she was slowly falling for him. How ironic was it to have your logical side realise that you were falling for someone who’s hated you for years and then managed to befriend you? And she knew it was because every time she’d see him smile, she’d feel content. She always wanted to hear him talk. She never was the kind to give thought to what people vented out to her. She’d lend an ear to listen but she never thought over people’s problems except for Jimin and Yoongi and now Kihyun. She realised she didn’t look at Kihyun the way she looked at Yoongi or Jimin. It was different, what she felt for Kihyun and she knew she was in trouble. Because why would Kihyun like her the way she did, right? Why would he look at her and want to be with her? She was just one of the stars in his night sky; a dim, softly glowing star that remained small in front of the ones glowing brightly. There were a million women who could like him better and do him better than she ever could.

The guy was handsome. She could see that as soon as she walked in and his smile shined so bright, she had to pause for a second.

“Noona!” a loud voice called out and suddenly her feet were off the ground and the world was spinning.

“Jooheon stop! I’m getting dizzy, you goof.”

“Sorry! I just got excited” he said with a giggle. “Noona meet Hoseok hyung! He likes to be called Wonho though. Hyung, this is Naomi Noona!”

“Hi! You’re Jooheon and Kihyun’s friend, aren’t you? It’s nice to meet you” he said with a smile and a gentle look in his eyes that made her soft.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wonho” Naomi said before she proceeded to place her order.

“Noona! I’m hosting a party along with my hyungs next friday. Please come! Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are coming too!”

“Jooheon, you know how I feel about parties, right?”

Naomi laughed and gave in when Jooheon immediately gave her the infamous puppy eyes on cue.

As she received her order, she said, “I guess I’ll see you guys in the evening then.”

Jooheon smiled but Wonho gave her a wink and said, “I’ll be waiting!”

Friday evening came soon enough and for some absolutely unknown reason, Naomi was stressing over what to wear. Well, she knew the reason but she just didn’t want to admit. She had Yoongi and Jimin come over to her place as she whined about being confused.

“Naomi, really, you just have to choose a pair of clothes to wear. Why. Are. You. Stressing.”

“I wish you knew the pain of not knowing what to wear, Yoongi. You just have to throw on a pair of jeans and shirt and you’re done. You’d look good even if you wore a trash bag.”

“Okay Noona, let me help, yeah?” Jimin asked and she vigorously nodded yes. As Jimin proceeded to look through, she sat beside Yoongi only to have him look at her with a smirk.

“What?”

“You’re fretting because Kihyun is going to be there.”

She didn’t want to blush but she did and that was a dead giveaway about her feelings for him which, of course, Yoongi picked on.

“You both are so pathetic, it’s tiring.”

“I’m sorry? Pathetic?”

“You’re both whipped for each other but what do you do? Keep it to yourselves and make everyone miserable.”

“Yoongi. Seriously. You think Kihyun likes me like I like him?”

“Naomi, I don’t think. I know.”

“Why would you-?”

“Noona! Why haven’t you ever worn this!?” Jimin popped up with a black sequin dress with a sweet heart neckline. Naomi had absolutely forgotten about it.

“This will go great with these wedges!” he said, pointing at the shoes he held in his right hand.

“Thanks Chim! You’re the best, unlike some people” with a look at Yoongi who just chuckled.

“I missed something, didn’t I?”

The party was raging by the time Yoongi, Jimin and Naomi arrived at Jooheon’s place.

“I don’t think I’m going to last too long you guys.”

“Naomi, shut up. Enjoy, will you? This isn’t my scene but it’s Jooheon.”

Naomi felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around to see Wonho standing behind her.

“Hey” she said with a smile.

“Hi! You look stunning, Naomi.”

“Looking for Kihyunnie hyung, noona?” Jooheon said with a very knowing smile. Naomi couldn’t respond with a solid response because she knew she was caught. Before she could say anything though, Wonho intervened and asked Naomi, “Shall we dance together?”

Reluctantly, she said yes to Wonho for one dance. The smile that he awarded was too cute and it made her giggle.

“Enjoy noona” Jooheon said with a teasing smile.

“You should tell her, man” Yoongi told him.

“And spoil the fun she’s having? She seems so happy and carefree with Wonho hyung, I don’t want to spoil it for them.”

“You’re not spoiling anything. If you don’t tell her though, you will spoil what you have.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Besides, Jooheon mentioned she was looking for you. If she wasn’t interested, would she be looking for you?”

That somehow encouraged Kihyun and he decided that it was now or never. The thing with Kihyun was that this wasn’t just a fleeting crush on Naomi. That first night at the park made him realise that he never had hated Naomi. He felt something he didn’t understand which he assumed as hate and acted on it. Ever since they started spending time though, he realised just how amazing she was. He also realised why Yoongi was her friends with her. She radiated beauty, if you knew her well enough. She was open minded, intelligent, adorable and beautiful inside out. Sure she wasn’t the prettiest woman he’d met, but her intelligence was unparalleled. She didn’t have the usual boring opinions that he had heard from other girls who had only objective in mind and that was to impress him. She was the type to listen to every word you said and genuinely try and understand your troubles. She was genuine warmth that anyone would love to have in their lives. She was the kind to get excited over cats and dogs roaming about. Even as he stared at her dancing and enjoying herself, he couldn’t help but smile. He never did objectify anyone, he never was the type of guy to do that. But god damn did she look hot in that dress. But her smile took the cake in his eyes. She was beautiful.

Naomi saw Wonho look behind her which made her turn around only to see Kihyun. Her heart which was racing from all the activity suddenly calmed down. She smiled from ear to ear as she tackled him in a hug.

“You’re here!” she said in his ears for it was too loud.

“Yes I am”, he said pulling back with that oh so beautiful smile on his face. He leaned in again and said to her, “I needed to talk to you about something. Want to go out? Please?”

“You don’t have to apologise, Naomi. I had fun tonight” he said with a hug.

“I did too”, she said and smiled.

She then held the hand Kihyun had held out for her and safely made her way out of the loud party with him hoping that it was nothing too serious.

“Is everything okay, Hyunnie?”

“Naomi I need you to listen to everything I have to say, okay? Please just wait for me to finish and then say what you have to. Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

“I am so stupid, you know”, he said with a chuckle. “So completely stupid because I missed out on the most wonderful person I have ever had the fortune to meet. It was such a happenstance that day when I crashed into you back in freshman year. I wanted to apologise but I was late and I took out my worry on you. It was only when I walked off did I realise what I had done. I wanted to beat myself up so bad. And then you had to be in the same class as me in freshman year. Hell, I was regretting taking biology not because of you, but because of what I did. But you made me feel something ever since I saw you and I couldn’t understand what it was. What transpired between us made me think it was hate. Two years of me being utterly and terribly confused and so assuming of how I felt stopped me from being your friend.

“And then the incident at the café happened and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The thoughts that I mentioned that were troubling me? They never were about Jennie. What Jennie did didn’t affect me as much as it should have. The only thing I could think about was why you would do what you did especially after I gave you so much shit in all those years.

“At first I thought maybe I was obsessed. But as the days passed, I realised that it was all you. You being yourself is so god damn attractive, it makes me feel like I’m nothing.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t have to force yourself. I promise you that absolutely nothing will come in the way of our friendship.”

“Naomi, are you sure?” He looked like couldn’t believe his ears.

She didn’t know any other way to respond so she just tip-toed and pressed a chaste soft kiss on his lips.

“Is that an answer enough?”

He gave her the biggest smile and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and whispered, “thank you, baby.”

And then they kissed and Naomi had never felt happier and safer than she did at that very instance.

Epilogue. The years that followed the day that Kihyun made his confession were amazing to the two of them.

They took their time in confessing their love for each other. It was ironic how it came spilling out from Kihyun when he realised he was almost about to lose Naomi after a major fight. Neither of them remember the reason but they went on and on and Naomi finally broke which made Kihyun stop short. He quickly came to his senses and apologised for even raising his voice at her. He was the reason she was crying and he had to do something. He didn’t want her to feel as if she didn’t matter to him and that was the first time he confessed his love for her. And Naomi, as if it was a reflex, responded back with the same. They didn’t leave each other’s side that night.

The first and the last time they made promises to each other was at the altar the following year. By the time the both of them had spoken their vows, there wasn’t a single dry eye in the room.

The first time they both cried in happiness was two years later when the both of them held their little baby girl who had the prettiest eyes they had ever laid eyes on.

At the end of it all, Naomi had only said this to Kihyun, “Thank you for loving me the way I have loved you and the way I will always love you.”

Kihyun only sealed that promise with a gentle but soft kiss.

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goth-giraffe · 5 years ago

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Not-so-quick guide to my OCs that I sometimes talk about here! xD So... Echo and Meredith, really. Plus a bonus one! Plus new art! :D

Warning, this is gonna be long so I put it under a cut :)

Anyway, because he’s the one that will definitely be mentioned most here, let’s start with..

Echo~

(I didn’t say anything about the quality of the new art xD)

Echo is my persona/self insert character..... he’s really just an alternate version of me (I like to think he’s my Alola form :3)

And like me he’s lonely so he has imaginary friends to keep him going, his current one being Loki ‘cause my current obsession is Loki

Echo is kinda hard to explain because everything about him fluctuates depending on my mood.. there are different versions of him and he doesn’t exactly have a set story or universe.. (For instance I didn’t create him specifically to hang out with Loki, but when I needed a friend I gave him Loki as an imaginary one)

Anyway! Some basic facts! He’s ace/aro, and agenderfluid (questioning?), with he/him pronouns (they/them is safe too though)

Kinda short, 5′2″ ish

Around my age, 17-20, but the mental age of anywhere from 8-17 ish.... he’s always kind of childish but how extreme varies from moment to moment

He’s AFAB but I usually draw him flat-chested because I use him as a way to combat dysphoria so, should anyone else want to draw him, best to draw him flat-chested

Loves trying on clothes! (Mainly because I like a lot of clothes but pretty much exclusively wear pajamas so... yeah I use my OCs as models)

Quiet, non-verbal in some versions (in which case he’ll write in a notepad to communicate), very shy

Sometimes makes clicking noises to calm himself

Daydreams a lot, also sleeps a lot

Gets upset over dumb things... and he’s scared of everything

Doesn’t really like being touched but sometimes snuggles Loki when he’s upset

He’s probably autistic

Probably also has borderline personality disorder.. but I’m unsure about giving him the disorders I think I have, because I don’t actually have a diagnosis (scared of doctors).. nonetheless, a lot of the symptoms that come with those disorders, he has

Likes to draw and his muse is Loki

Likes bugs, especially butterflies

Collects rocks

Eats goldfish crackers

Has really bad posture

Okay at this point I’m just adding random facts about me which is probably weird idk xD I don’t know what more to say about him soo yeah... this is my weird persona

aand next up-

Meredith~

(I liked how this art turned out tbh and I might repost it on my other blog..)

Meredith is an OC insert specifically for Marvel Cinematic Universe

She’s dating Loki, and you’ll find a lot more about her and Loki at @cuddly-loki! (It’s my blog specifically for them! :D)

Buuuut I do mention her here occasionally because I love her (and there are definitely traces of her from when this blog was cuddly-loki), so I’m including her in this :3

She’s not really into labels but she is kinda gendermeh, I think of her as a nonbinary woman (...or soft butch, but I call her that mostly when Loki happens to swap genders), but she just uses she/her pronouns

Again, meh about labels but she has dated both feminine and masculine people, and she doesn’t really experience physical attraction the same as most people

Kinda goth, dresses mostly in greyscale colours and in kind of goth/punk clothes I guess (also, she prefers androgynous clothes)

Really affectionate with people close to her, close friends and her boyfriend of course :3 (mild PDA does not make her uncomfortable but it sure does irritate Loki)

Quiet, but not shy- she’ll talk to anyone probably but she’d rather watch them until it makes them uncomfortable xD

Once you get past the being weird or goth to creep you out though, she’s very soft and pretty nice (even if still a little dark)

She’s an aspiring musician.. sorta. She plays violin and loves music.. but also has a weird relationship with music, we’ll just leave it at that for now

Works night shift as a bartender

Likes horror movies

Favourite food is pizza

Loves birds

Doesn’t like technology very much

She has a lineup of mental disorders too I’m sure, she’s an ex junkie for one and likes to feel numb to things..

Also has persistent insomnia, either related to her depression or depression meds, who knows

Lives in her apartment with a couple plants and Loki, who is still adjusting to Earth life

Like mentioned above you can find more of Meredith at my blog @cuddly-loki and if you ask questions about her or her and Loki I will probably be very happy :)

Side note: Meredith is not meant to be a self insert but we do have things in common, and I’d probably get along with her. She’s pretty chill and gets along with most people though haha

A little bonus one, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned her here before but just in case

Gwyneth~

(Okay this turned out a little messy but ehh. It was kind of just from memory, I might have still had references for her but I lost them when my jumpdrive quit so meh)

She’s a dead character that I don’t use anymore and won’t be using anymore but on the off chance I’ve mentioned her or do mention her, I’ll go ahead and add her to this as a little bonus

I created her when I first started obsessing over Loki, and she was a self insert I used to selfship romantically with him... it was okay for a brief time but in the end I hated it. It’s hard to explain, kind of personal.. but for one thing, I’m pretty sure I’m aromantic. I love soft romance stuff but I don’t really want to be part of it.

...And that’s why I killed Gwyneth and created Meredith ehehe

I’m gonna talk about her a little anyway, for one, she was an artist/painter

She liked to take pictures of strangers to paint them and I’m pretty sure that’s how she met Loki (AKA the weirdo on the sidewalk in the all black suit)

I honestly don’t remember what her actual income came from, maybe she was on disability, Idk

Anyway she was a mess. Severely depressed. Couldn’t really keep herself together.

She hid behind jokes and sarcasm though, so no one really knew how bad she was (even Loki, for a time)

She would climb trees which annoyed Loki a little bit, turns out trickster gods don’t enjoy having to climb trees just to talk to their girlfriends

Wore a trench coat as kind of a comfort item (because that’s what I did at that time)

Often got lost in daydreams...

Scared of most things...

Yeah you’ll notice she’s a lot like Echo (even the hair- pbbt). I’ve had a lot of self inserts over the years, killed off when my anxiety convinced me I was being cringey or when they didn’t feel like me anymore.. with Gwyneth it was maybe a tiny bit those things but also other stuff, like being aromantic questioning. Creating Echo was a new start for me because it was more of an exploration of where I’m comfy gender-wise... and, unlike most of my other self inserts, I don’t really age him up. But most importantly... he’s very emotionally messy but he doesn’t hide it (or else he doesn’t hide it well) because one of my things is I need to at least pretend that people would still love me if they knew how sad and broken I am. So.. yes, Echo is a sensitive character, he upsets easily and he’s usually pretty sad.. but that’s kind of the point, because he’s still loved.

.....Anyway sorry for going back to Echo. I don’t have a lot more to say about Gwyneth - she’s dead and not coming back - but she was a stepping stone to where I’m currently comfortable so, RIP Gwyneth I suppose :)

On the page I drew them on it’s kinda funny because it looks like Meredith and Echo are very uncomfortable that Gwyneth is there (which was only semi-intentional ehehe)

Echo looks cautiously curious but Meredith looks very awkward like “Oh.. so you’re back...” ..she’s hiding something... And Gwyneth’s like “So... how’s Loki been?” xD

All these characters are obviously kinda similar which is part of why I put them all here (....clearly I have an obsession with blue hair but shhh), also their connections to Loki, haha.... Meredith is definitely the most connected, Echo’s Loki isn’t real and Gwyneth is dead, so... yeah.

Anyway hopefully this was a little helpful. I might make better guides for Meredith and Echo sometime but for now this works. Also, always feel free to ask questions about them!! :)

#I had to keep adding stuff for echo to make up for the fact that I CANNOT stop myself from rambling about meredith xD #oh you wanna hear about echo? LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MEREDITH #pffft #but seeing as how echo will be on this blog a lot more I tried to give him the longest description thing #also I think I'll make a proper profile/reference thing for meredith sometime so I'm not gonna worry about putting this on cuddly-loki #...maybe the meredith drawing though :3 #giraffe rambles #long post #my ocs #echo #meredith #gwyneth

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girlinthecorner19 · 5 years ago

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Stuck With Me (Peter Parker x OC)

Hello it is i, the author of this slowburn fanfiction. I also have it on Wattpad! My username is madmax68421, so go check it out, I also have a buckyxOC. Enjoy :)

Today is just one of those weeks, well months. It feels like each day drags on, but then all the sudden it's Monday again. You just wonder what have I been doing, why are all the days mushing together? I guess it could be the rain, it's been raining almost every day this week.

It always gets Peter moody. I guess because it's annoying getting rained on while you're just trying to do your job, swinging through the city. Ned just hates rain, and I have a dog who loves the mud, but hates baths. I'm pretty sure Michelle is the only one who likes it.

"It's great antisocial weather." She always says

Another contributing factor to the days running together is, it feels like they are all the same.

Wake up, hear screaming from parents downstairs, get ready for school, hear dad slam the door to go to work, eat with crying mom downstairs, go to school, hangout with Ned, Peter and Michelle, come home, do homework, and go to bed.

Considering I'm with my friends most of the day it's not too bad. But I'm just tired of it all.

I sigh as I continue painting my hippie van, or Caroline. I dipped the paint brush into the mint green paint can again, and continued my work. Jon Bellion's Good Things Fall Apart blasting in the background. That and the heavy rain is enough that no noise in the house can be heard in the garage. Silence at the Kahale house was hard to come by so I welcomed it with open arms, as the paint fumes danced in my nostrils.

That's when the day dreaming started, it had almost become routine. Something to look forward to while I painted and did other maintenance on Caroline. It was pretty much the same scenario every time.

Peter and I sharing a long conversation in the van while Michelle and Ned sleep soundly. We are in a playful argument when suddenly he looked into my eyes and we kiss.

Ok, I know it's weird and not realistic. First off I am so hard in the friend zone. Second no one just does that, but hey a girl can dream. But really she can't because her cush is way out of her league. I mean come on he's Spiderman!

I was the second to find out, Ned being the first. Though I'm pretty sure me and Michelle knew around the same time. He came home one day after "the Stark internship" with the biggest black eye I had ever seen.

I was talking with Aunt Mae when he came home. He did a double glance at me and then bolted for the bathroom

"Peter?" Aunt Mae said, just as confused as I was.

"I just have to go to the bathroom!" He called out.

But he didn't know that I got a quick look of his eye before he bolted. That and the fact that like a year ago all the sudden he went from cute Lil Peter to shredded, taller Peter. And and a couple other things that had happened, making us all suspicious, I got up and went in his room. It took me about 60 seconds to find his suit.

The sudden pause in my music took me back into reality.

It was a text from Michelle in the group text

M: Hey nerds, how does Good Eats sound to you guys?

I was the first to respond

L: sounds amazing, I'm starving :))))

N: sure but I've got no cash 😒

I roll my eyes. Ned has been putting off getting a job for months.

L: I'm freaking loaded so I can pay for you 😘😘

N: thanks a love

L: I got u bb 🤠

M: get a room

P: Or just stop.

N: ayy Peter you coming?

P: I guess.

L: want me to pick you guys up?

M: Nah I don't trust your driving

L: um, rude :(

N: Yess plss

P: No.

My mood sinks, if that makes sense. Seems like Peter is annoyed with me, and I don't know why. I shake my head. Texts always sound passive aggressive. But something about the periods, and short and serious answers makes me question that. Maybe he was actually being passive aggressive.

guess I'll find out tonight

M: what time is good for you guys? I was thinking 6.

L: sounds great, that good with you Bubby? What time to you want to be picked up?

Bubby is what I can Ned, he is pretty much my twin brother. First off we are both Hawaiian, second we just get eachother. Our humor is very similar so we can just make stupid jokes to eachother all the time.

N: 5:30 works great for me. Thanks ❤️!

L: don't mention it 💛!

Peter still hasn't replied. Maybe there is something wrong. I bite my lip and decide to text him away from the group chat.

L: hey Peter you ok? :)

P: 💬

The bubble goes up and down as he is typing before it disappears from my screen. I wait for it to return, but it doesn't. I dicide to text Michelle and Ned.

But Michelle beats me to it.

M: is it just me or is bug boy off?

L: was just about to say the same thing. I tried asking but he just left me on read.

M: I'll talk to him.

L: :( ok tell him I love him if he replies to you.

M: will do.

I notice a lack of Ned in this conversation, but before I can think of it any more I see my clock says 4:49. I close the paint can and head inside.

That's when I get hit in the head with a plastic cup.

"Ow what the frick" I exclaimed

My mom comes rushing over to me. "Oh Lani, I didn't see you!" She glares up at my dad who is on the other side if the room. He looks very mad. "It was meant for your father."

I don't know what I'm supposed to say to this. I dicide a "oh, it's fine" will do. The little voice in my head faintly whispers but it's not fine. I push it down. mom's going through a lot right now, she doesn't have to think of me over powers the whisper as I leave the room. My mind is blank except for the thought of the small, but definitely there pain on the side of my face.

Getting to my room I make my mind busy as I get ready for tonight.

1.1k the others will be longer hope you liked it:))

#slow burn #peter parker #original charmed #marvel #tony stank #aunt may #avengers #california #boy crush #divorce #hippie van #new york #roadtrip #spiderman #vacation #summer

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lordsicheng · 7 years ago

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First Blossom: Kim Donghan

soulmate!Kim Donghan x OC (4/7)

random words appear from a certain part of your body without you knowing where it came from, and it becomes a possible lead to where you would find your soulmate; in this case, once a pair finds each other’s written words on their body parts, the first fall of spring begins

It was Thursday, April 12th.

You woke up to the sound of the television from right outside your room, scratching your head in annoyance. You woke up groggily after a rough and cold night whereas your roommate just kept herself convenient at home, not caring as to when or how you would get home before midnight. In fact, whenever you went out at night to party, you never came home before 12 either. To you, she didn’t really seem to mind either and it was just that you both had two different lives to care about yourselves.

Walking out of your room to see your roommate eat cereal from her bowl while watching the news, she didn’t bother greeting you since you were always in a pretty bad mood whenever you woke up early, or interrupted. She grabbed the remote and lowered the volume, knowing that it was a bit too high to a point where you woke up

“Sorry. I woke you up again, huh?” she asked, looking at her bowl while still eating

“It’s okay. I kind of wanted to wake up early.” you vehemently lied as you turned to walk to the bathroom

“I’m going out in about fifteen, by the way. I’m gonna get some groceries. Do you need anything?” she called out, turning her head to look at you walk away

“I’m good, thanks. I’ll do my groceries later.” you replied before shutting the door in the bathroom

Somehow, you kept scratching one certain spot on your shoulder while looking at the mirror. You were confused and thought it was a bug bite, scratching it from underneath your sweatshirt’s sleeve. Having had enough, you slowly took off your sweatshirt and fixed your camisole from underneath to see something written on your shoulder, exactly where you kept scratching on

“Periwinkle?” you frowned and examined the written word as you looked at your shoulder, and then to the mirror

You thought to yourself as to why there was such written on your shoulder. It wasn’t a tattoo, obviously, since you knew tattoos were to hurt rather than be too itchy, as to how you thought. And you didn’t want to get a tattoo either since you thought you might make a mistake on choosing what to be painted on your body and end up regretting it right after you get it. Nonetheless, you walked out of the bathroom and saw your roommate stand up from the couch and walk towards the small kitchen, minding her own business.

“Hey, Lena?”

“Mhmm?”

“Let’s do groceries together. Give me ten minutes to get ready.”

One thing for sure, for Donghan, was that he wasn’t a firm believer of soulmates. Sure, he’d have crushes here and there, but he always was the type to be more of a killjoy. For every friend he had that started dating someone, he’d always be that third party who would ruin the moods of the couple. Though he doesn’t do this intently, he just wasn’t someone who was ready, or in need of a relationship.

The moment he grabbed his bottle of water inside the fridge, he overheard the news on television that the first fall of cherry blossoms would possibly occur within today up until Saturday. Chuckling to himself, he shook his head and walked to the living room to see his roommate on his phone. And being the jokester he is, he grabbed the phone and immediately read the text message aloud that caused his roommate to widen his mouth in shock while trying to get the phone from the strong Donghan

“’Baby, I miss you so bad!! Can’t wait to see you. Let’s see the cherry blossoms together, please?’” Donghan mocked as he read the message that made his roommate slightly embarrassed

“How cheesy.” Donghan shoved the phone on his roommate’s chest as he walked to the other side of the sofa while drinking on his bottle of water

“See, this is why you cannot get into a relationship.” his roommate commented while furrowing his brows, pouting as he looked at his phone right after

“Who needs to be in a relationship when I can just love myself?” Donghan shrugged, raising his arms

“You have a point, but you are also kind of an asshole.” his roommate rolled his eyes as he sat next to Donghan

“What did you say?” Donghan grabbed his roommate’s sleeve, trying to scare him

“If this is one of your tactics then rest assured I am very used to you ‘trying’ to beat me up over saying the truth.”

Donghan slowly let go of his friend’s shirt, sighing as he just rubbed his temple while putting his bottle of water on the coffee table

“What’s that?” his roommate asked, pointing to Donghan’s wrist that seemed to have something written on it

“What?” Donghan looked at his wrist, squinting and rubbing it a bit to see if it was just a random tattoo he forgot he got

“Honeysuckle?” Donghan looked at his roommate in confusion

“Is that some sort of a nickname of some chick you’re flirting with?” he laughed loudly

“Isn’t that some sort of a flower?” Donghan looked at the written word on his wrist again

“I remember in one of my classes that it’s also a color. It was kind of like pink or something.” his roommate just shrugged as he stood up

“Ya, Kenta. This is some weird shit I swear I didn’t get a tattoo at all.” Donghan said as he followed his roommate to the kitchen

“Are you sure you didn’t get a tattoo? By all means you might have gotten it while you were drunk.” Kenta crossed his arms as he looked at Donghan suspiciously

“I went out last night, met a couple of girls, but I swear I didn’t get a tattoo. You called an uber for me to get home, remember?” Donghan tried to convince his roommate, but he still wasn’t sure of his words

“Right. Still, that seems like it’s imprinted on you for a long time.” Kenta shook his head and turned, walking over to the counter to grab a cup of coffee

“I swear if this is some weird shit going on here…” Donghan looked at his wrist again, the word repeating over and over his head

Lena kept thinking about the word that was written on your shoulder, believing it to be some sort of a ‘soulmate thing’ she had read from fictional books from before. But then again, she was thinking this would have been quite absurd. While you both did groceries, together but still picking out items on your own, she thought it was a good idea for you to at least bond a bit even though you’ve both been roommates for only a couple of months.

“Hey, y/n. I’ve been thinking…” she said as she pushed her cart while walking the same pace as you

“What?” you turned your head from looking at your phone, giving a slight smile

“Well, since we’ve been roommates just recently and we have the apartment together, I think we can try to be, like, a bit closer? I mean… if you want, though.” she offered as she could, but to you, this was definitely a good idea

“I mean, I did choose you to live with me since you were pretty chill. So why not?” you grinned and shrugged, trying to assure her you did want to be a bit closer to her since you were quite cold in the beginning

“Wanna go shopping right after? We can leave the groceries at home and maybe dress up more. I was thinking about checking out some new makeup.” she chuckled shyly

“Of course! I need a new lipstick for spring. I swear, wearing dark red and browns all year long seems as if it’s fall the whole year.” you sighed and laughed a bit

You and Lena definitely became a little bit closer as the day went by, talking and getting to know each other more. Somehow, you thought the mix of you being a bit more straightforward and much of a party animal clicked with Lena’s kind and simple nature. You thought that she’d probably be someone who was nice enough to open up to. Also, the fact that she almost had the same interests as you was something you’ve always wanted in a friend, even if your personalities were quite different.

“It’s as if the stars connected us to become friends.” Lena joked, walking with you towards a roadshop makeup store

“Come on, you know I liked you ever since you applied as a roommate. My last roommate was kind of messy and I wasn’t really in good terms with her, but we’re fine now.” you opened the door for both of you as you walked in, both surprisingly walking towards the lipstick section

“Of course, it had to be the lipsticks.” she laughed, looking at you as you browsed through the different colors of lip products

“What color is usually popular during spring?” you asked, looking at her

“Peach! Light reds and pinks? Something that screams spring to me are like, faint type of shades for pink.” she shrugged, trying to get a lip product for you

“This one?” she asked as she held the tester to you

“Wait, is that a tint?” you looked at the lip product she held, and she nodded

“Ah, I’m not a big fan of tints. Maybe I can buy some for summer but I prefer lipsticks, if there’s any.” you politely declined, grabbing a random tester of a lipstick you were interested in

“Like this one. It says it’s more of a comfortable kind of matte lipstick.” you grinned, making Lena giggle

“Okay. Any shade you’re interested in?”

“You choose.” you told her as you put back the tester to which Lena nodded and looked for a good shade for you

“Ah, how do you feel about this one?” she said as she grabbed a more muted kind of red shade, which really caught your attention

“I like it!” you exclaimed, grabbing a box of the lipstick

“Seems… expensive.” Lena pointed to the pricing of the lipstick that seemed to shock her a bit

“It’s fine. I buy one lipstick like, every season.” you chuckled

“Girl, you need to learn from me. I buy around five in a month.”

Donghan rummaged through his closet to find a certain scarf he always used during winter, which he wanted to style with his outfit that day

“Hey, Kenta? Have you seen that scarf I always use?” Donghan called out to Kenta, who was showering at the bathroom

“Near the small beige box full of your socks.” he yelled back, and Donghan immediately saw the scarf since its color was pretty vibrant

Kenta walked out of the shower and looked at Donghan getting ready as he put his scarf on, shaking his head as he seemed to realize that Donghan really did love the scarf

“I don’t get why you’re so into that blue scarf.” Kenta said as he walked to his room

“It’s not blue! And besides, my brother gave me this from overseas.” Donghan said as he fixed his scarf before continuing

“It makes me stand out.” he smiled to himself while still looking at the mirror

“Are we going to the park for the first fall of the cherry blossoms or are you gonna give me a two-hour long history lesson about your scarf?” Kenta called out, making Donghan give an annoyed expression

“Shut up.” Donghan yelled back, laughing

Donghan was still quite tired from the night before. But because of Kenta’s perseverance, he decided to check out the possible first fall of the cherry blossoms. He looked at his wrist and still saw the word imprinted on it, rubbing it a couple of times before giving up. Kenta walked inside the room whilst brushing his hair, looking at his friend being almost distraught about the “tattoo”.

“It won’t come off.” Donghan frowned, turning to look at Kenta

“Well what do you want me to do about it?” Kenta raised a brow

“Let’s just go. It’s almost lunch and I’m getting hungry.”

You walked along the street with Lena, laughing about some random memories you both remembered from back then that you wanted to share. She was pretty much carefree, you thought, and it really made you happy that you agreed to become much closer to her. Lena looked to the side to see lots of people walking towards the nearby park that was popular in the city, making you remember that today was apparently the day the cherry blossoms to fall

“Want to go?” you smiled, putting your arm over her shoulders

“If you want to?” Lena smiled

“Of course. It’ll be nice.”

Lena led the way to the pedestrian lane as you both went to the park entrance, already greeted with a huge flock of people walking around and taking photos. Most of them were couples, and Lena seemed to notice your sneering. It made her laugh and just look around, trying to find a good spot for a photo and a possible place where the first fall of petals were to occur. You remembered you were wearing an off shoulder top, looking at your own shoulder to see if the written word was still there—and it still was. You sighed, looking at Lena while giving her a straight face whilst she looked at your shoulder as well and back to you

“This is gonna be very shocking, but that’s probably a soulmate kind of thing.” Lena chuckled, shaking her head

“As if! I don’t believe in soulmates, no.” you shook your head, trying to convince Lena the belief of ‘soulmates’ weren’t true

“Fine. Whatever you say.” she rolled her eyes while laughing and walked away, making you follow her to where she was off to

Donghan and Kenta looked around to find a good spot for a photo as well, but Donghan was also a little bit more focused on his wrist. Kenta noticed this and just scoffed; trying to check if the wind would go stronger as the time passed

“At this point, the petals should start falling.” Kenta sighed, looking up at the trees

“What if someone just printed this as a joke while I was drunk?” Donghan asked, still looking at his wrist

“Can’t you just get that checked?” Kenta, having had enough, scolded out of irritation

“Come on, Kenta! This is freaking me out. I swear.” Donghan looked at Kenta, almost becoming scared about the word on his wrist

“Take a photo of me there. That should get your mind off of things.” Kenta pointed to an area with less people in the park, walking first as Donghan just sighed and followed him in the end

It had already been about over an hour from walking, and yet you and Lena still haven’t seen any petal fall from the trees. It was unusual to you since the cherry blossoms usually fell very early for everyone to wake up to and walk around a park for. It was an essential part of spring that made everyone become astounded by the beauty of nature, even to you.

“Let me take a photo of you!” Lena smiled as she found a spot where she thought the tree was beautiful from a few steps away, walking over to the tree

“Wait let me reapply my lipstick!” you called out as she walked away, grabbing the lipstick from your small purse and reapplying your lipstick without using a mirror and looking at Lena

“Hurry! There’s not a lot of people around yet.” Lena said as she stood by the tree, and you tried to put the lipstick in your purse without looking at it, not realizing it fell from your grip as you walked to Lena

“Oh, someone dropped their lipstick.” Kenta said as he noticed your lipstick fall from your purse while he was with Donghan just a few steps away

“I’ll get it.” Donghan said as he walked over to pick up your lipstick, following you slowly as he thought it was a chance for him to go for a little bit of flirting, like the usual for him

You were already by Lena, and she noticed Donghan slowly follow you. You were confused as to why Lena was looking elsewhere, turning to see a smiling Donghan stand near you. His eyes were fixed to you, since he was somehow kind of struck by how he thought you were really pretty. He held the lipstick up, making you look at it and then check your purse to realize it was yours. Walking over to him, you shook your head lightly in embarrassment as you just gave off a chuckle from him holding your lipstick

“Thanks.” you smiled, looking at the lipstick instead of grabbing it first

“How could someone just drop their lipstick like that?” he snickered, looking at the lipstick and then to you

“I’m kind of clumsy.” you scratched the side of your head, becoming bashful

You looked at the lipstick again, but your eyes suddenly roamed to Donghan’s wrist that was exposed from his sweater. You stared at the word and realized that he had the same imprint as what was on your shoulder, written “Honeysuckle”. Your eyes widened at the word, making Donghan realize you were staring at his wrist. He noticed the shade of the lipstick in an instant from the bottom, definitely the same word as what was imprinted on his wrist

“Wait a minute…” Donghan mumbled, eyes shifting from the lipstick and his wrist

You looked at Donghan confusingly, realizing the small tag of his scarf was popping out from the wind that started to pass. Your eyes widened at the sight of one certain part of the tag,

“Color: Periwinkle”

This made you shake your head in shock and disbelief as the wind blew a bit more, Donghan’s eyes looking back at you just as surprised. He suddenly saw a small petal fall from the tree that was nearby, landing on your shoulder. You felt the petal and immediately looked at your shoulder, realizing the writing was gone. You rubbed your shoulder a couple of times before looking back at Donghan, who also realized that the word imprinted on his wrist was gone.

Getting back to reality, you grabbed your lipstick and slowly put it in your purse, before realizing the cherry blossoms finally started falling from the trees, mixtures of awe and excitement from the people around being heard. Even Kenta and Lena noticed the petals falling, becoming ecstatic themselves. You looked at Donghan as he started to understand what just had happened and didn’t speak of it. Instead, he just laughed it off lightly, making you smile at his sudden gesture of just sharing his same level of amusement as you

“Um, so yeah.” he scratched the back of his head shyly, looking at you with a smile plastered on your face

“Yeah.” you nodded, quite speechless

“Y/n! Are we taking the photo or not?” Lena called out as she looked at the falling petals, engrossed

“She’s calling you.” Donghan said, noticing Kenta walked over to his side as Kenta had a huge smile on his face, making you look at him

“Your friend?” you looked at Kenta, giggling

“Roommate.” Donghan nodded

“Ah. She’s my roommate too.” you pointed to Lena without looking, smiling at both of the young men

“I guess spring is my favorite season now. My name’s Donghan, by the way.” he reached out his hand for a handshake, to which you didn’t think twice about holding it and lightly grasping on his palm

“Y/n. Spring is my favorite now too, perhaps.”

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meryllfrey · 7 years ago

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all of the questions

If you had to change your character’s FC for one day, who would you pick?hmmm. Shannyn Sossamon, Alicia Vikander. There has to be a cute factor.

The rest of the questions are under the cut

What drew you to rping this character?In all my gaming, whether tabletop RPs or PC RPGs, I’ve almost played a female archer/sniper type character. For whatever reason, I’m drawn to this woman who can throw a punch, survive in the woods, and take someone out with a headshot before they even know she’s there.

What’s something you like about how you write?I enjoy writing dialogue and that’s where I find I’m able to express my characters the best.

What’s something you dislike about how you write or wish you were better at?I need to work on narrative voice and descriptions of actions, places, etc. I’ve never had ‘flowery’ type writing and so these visual details sometimes escape me.

What’s something about your character that you’d like if you had to spend time with them?Meryll’s willingness to be open to new experiences and new people, and how she chooses love first, rather than judgement or suspicion.

What’s something about your character that you wouldn’t like if you had to spend time with them?Her impulsive nature would drive me nuts. And she does so many things are that aren’t safe lol

What’s a negative thing about your character that you enjoy writing?Meryll has the worst taste in men. She isn’t interested in anyone who is even remotely appropriate for her. This leads to so many odd pairings and comical events.

What;s a similarly you have with your character?probably the tall cutesy brunette part

What’s a difference you have with your character?Meryll is far quicker to open up to new people than I am. I tend to be more standoffish when I first meet someone but Meryll is all in right from hello.

What’s the hardest thing for you to write?as mentioned above – imagery in narrative.

Do you think you’ve gotten better at writing anything or any type of thing or situation since you started writing this character (or roleplaying in general)? I think I’ve gotten better at jumping into the minds of different characters. My two mains - Tywin and Meryll - are on the opposite side of the spectrum from each other, and I find switching between them to be easier all the time

Why do you roleplay?I’ve always enjoyed writing, making up stories, but it has been such a solitary activity. The idea of creating stories and worlds with other people is amazing. i love it.

Do you write fiction ever other than rping?I started writing a fantasy novel many many years ago but put it aside. A couple years ago, I discovered GoT fanfics and that got my writing bug going again.

Do you like fanfiction more or less than rp threads between characters?Depends – sometimes I want complete control over a scene and don’t feel like dealing with other people, so that is a great time to work on fanfics. When i get writers block in my fics, I find RP helps get things flowing again. RP demands a greater flexibility - always being ready to react to whatever your writing partner throws at you, different timelines, different genres, or characters you never even imagined your own character meeting. It is definitely great for creativity.For reading purposes, i would rather read a fanfic over someone else;s RP threads, just for continuity of style and flow.

Do you like or dislike OC/Canon character interactions in principle?i love it. as long as the characters are well written and the chemistry is there, i’m all for it.

What’s your favorite thing about rping a canon character?having so much lore available at my fingertips. The ASOIAF community is incredibly dorky and the lore resources out there are absolutely amazing. sometimes i spend more time researching a thread than i do writing it.

What’s something you dislike about rping a canon character?having to explain/rationalize some of GRRM’s weird decisions, and having to deal with other people’s ideas about a character

What’s your favorite thing about rping an original character?Not having to deal with other people’s predetermined notions of the character. When I write canon characters i worry that they come across too HC-heavy and that others will think I’m not IC enough. I never have that problem with Meryll :). Although there are, of course, predetermined notions of her House, but that’s fun to deal to with.

What’s something you dislike about rping an original character?the struggle of getting other people to write with me. i get it though, i have canon characters and sometimes i just can’t get my head around how they will interact with a certain OC.

How much time do you spend roleplaying on average a week?comes and goes in spurts. right now i’m spending a lot of time writing but that comes after a couple weeks of very spotty activity.

Do you think about your threads and your character when you aren’t roleplaying? How and for how long on average?yes .. i come up with weird ideas all the time. not sure how much time is spent doing this..

Do you like lots of headcanons or few?i love hearing other people’s headcanons about their own characters and mine as well. it helps to come up with ideas for threads. really, the more information, the better

What’s your take on AUs?i used to write a lot of modern AU but lately i’m into canon timeline. I’m game to try writing most things, but my focus depends on what is currently inspiring me

What’s your favorite AU?the one where Meryll exists.. ?

What’s your least favorite AU?not sure

What’s a ship you really like rping?Meryll/heartbreak

What’s a ship you would never rp? For what reason? Hmm.. there’s not much I would be completely against shipping. That being said, I would never push a ship that my writing partner wasn’t comfortable with. I do ship some unconventional (problematic?) pairings, so I’m careful to have a frank talk with potential writing partners before delving in.

What do you like about roleplaying angst?all the FEELS

What do you dislike about roleplaying angst?sometimes if it stays dark for too long, you almost get immune to the pain. i like a nice mix of angst and fluff.

What do you like about roleplaying fluff?everything is so sunny and unicorny

What do you dislike about roleplaying fluff?lack of tension and plot development at times

What do you like about roleplaying ships/romance?i fucking love ships. I love everything about them.

What do you dislike about roleplaying ships/romance?Meryll tends to be unsuccessful in ships. that’s probably the mun’s fault hahahaha

NSFW rp — yes or no? Why?sure, as long as both writers are comfortable and of age.

Do you ever read other people’s NSFW rp threads? (be honest!)of course. who hasn’t?

Do you ever read rp threads you aren’t involved in? What type of thread does it usually have to be to interest you?I love good writing, so I’ll read anything - angst, smut, fluff, etc - if it’s well-written. I recently read some awesome Star Wars threads which made me get into the movie franchise again when it was something i hadn’t been interested in for quite some time. Right now I’m creeping on the HP fandom – some cool stuff going on there too.

If you do read threads you aren’t in, do you usually let the other authors know, or keep it under your hat?I’ll usually let them know that I’m enjoying their thread through a like, reply, dash commentary or IM.

Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?@snowingwillow – Ilyn Payne. Ummmmm I don’t know if it’s good or bad but I have so many feels for Ilyn. He’s still a horrible being though. So damn the mun for making me care.

Do you like to title threads or not? not really but i like it when other people do

Do you like to plot or improv?for long threads (multi-para), i like at least a little bit of plotting. i like to improv one-liners

Do you like to make open starters?yes but I usually get overwhelmed by the replies

Do you like to answer open starters?only if it inspires me

Do you usually prefer chat/short replies, or long/para/novella replies?I like a nice mix of both. Sometimes I’m in a witty mood and like to send off a bunch of one-liners. But when I have interesting plots in my head, i like to spend the time on longer replies.

What’s your favorite thing about rping a chat/short style thread?this is usually where the humour happens.

What’s your least favorite thing about rping a chat/short style thread?I quite appreciate one-liner threads and they definitely have their place on my dash, but it can be frustrating when one is really awesome and you want to turn it into a novella-like thread and aren’t sure if the other person will appreciate it.

What’s your favorite thing about rping a long/para/novella style thread?lots of room to explore characters inner thoughts and motives

What’s your least favorite thing about rping a long/para/novella style thread?these are harder for me to write and usually sit in my drafts for a long time, even though I really do enjoy working on them

Do you prefer gifs or icons when roleplaying? Or no FC at all?I prefer icons, but gifs can be useful too, especially for humour. I don’t mind if writers don’t use FC’s though. sometimes there just isn’t a FC available to do the character justice.

Do you roleplay with people whose characters aren’t from the same dimentional universe as yours? (For example, if your character is drawn or anime, will you RP with people who use actor face claims/play-bys?) Hmmm. Probably not. I think it would be harder for me to visualize interactions in this situation.

What’s something you like about FCs/Play-Bys?It’s nice to be able to put a face on a character, and also fun to do image hunting to make the perfect icons.

What’s something you dislike about FCs/Play-Bys?There’s always those situations where you associate a certain face with something and then that carries over into your perspective of the character using that FC

What’s a trope or plot you think is overdone in roleplay?pregnancy

What’s a trope or plot you’ll never get sick of roleplaying?arranged marriages, fake marriages

What’s a trope or plot you love but you’ve never gotten to roleplay or never gotten to roleplay in completion? may-december romanceDoes any plot ever make it to completion? Hasn’t happened for me yet…. which is fine. write as inspiration hits.

What do you like to do as you reply to threads? Listen to music? Have TV on? Complete silence? Dark room? etc. silence or a playlist that fits that character

How did you learn about roleplaying? How did you get started roleplaying yourself? I had seen RP on message boards in the past but it never interested me. I joined tumblr when i got into fanfiction and was super intrigued by the RP threads.

What was your first roleplay character? Meryll!

What’s your newest roleplay character?Tywin

What/Who is a character you think you would like to roleplay? What’s currently stopping you from roleplaying them?Arya. There are so many already who do a great job, so I don’t feel a need to throw my hat in the ring

Who’s a roleplayer (or writer) you think you have learned a lot from? @yngwolfrobbthey are one of the most welcoming, easy to talk to muns ever, plus a good writer. my first interactions in this fandom were with yngwolfrobb and it was such a positive experience that i always try to offer the same warrm welcome to new RPers.

#Anonymous #munday funday #mun out

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impalasutra · 7 years ago

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Male Nurses are Sexy

Title: Male Nurses are Sexy Author: @impalasutra (aka @revwinchester)

Summary: Dr. Sam Winchester is the Chief of Pediatrics where his partner, Gabriel Novak, is a nurse. After a rough day at work, Sam decides to push his anniversary plans into action a few weeks early in order to cheer his partner up.

Pairing: Sabriel - Sam Winchester x Gabriel Other Characters: Dr. Luke Ifer (hahahaha, get it?), Nurse Marie (minor OFC), Dr. Shurley, various hospital patient OCs

Challenge(s): @gabriel-monthly-challenge statement prompt “Listen, it’s my duty as your friend to tell you… I’ll kick you in the kneecap if you decide to go through with this” @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Hiatus Writing Challenge prompt “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.” @spnkinkbingo Square: Medical Kink

Word Count: 3956

Rating: Explicit Warnings: cursing, homophobia, sexism, cross dressing, bondage, medical kink (including mock/poor medical practices), prostate massage, rimming, anal sex (m/m, unprotected),

A/N: This is for 3 challenges (see above) and was a lot of fun to write. I know NOTHING about medicine but I did some research before/while writing but I apologize for anything that’s outstandingly wrong (except for the places where I indicated that Sam isn’t trying to be right. I don’t apologize for that part). Anyhow, enjoy!

Male Nurses are Sexy -

“I really think it’s the best - and only - option for your patient and if you won’t treat him, I’m going to,” Sam proclaimed, frustrated with the conversation he was having with his colleague. It was the third time the other doctor had come to him with the same patient and the third time that Sam had given him the exact same answer.

“Listen, it’s my duty as your friend to tell you… I’ll kick you in the kneecap if you decide to go through with this, Dr. Winchester.” Dr. Ifer told Sam. “It’s experimental treatment at best and when it fails, it’ll ruin your career.”

Sam huffed. ‘Friend’ was definitely stretching it, Dr. Ifer had been a thorn in Sam’s side for years - ever since they were at Stanford Medicine together - and he had always been jealous of Sam. “It’s only experimental treatment in the U.S. They’re having massive success with it in Europe,” Sam reminded his colleague, “and it’s really Karl’s only option at this point.” Besides, Sam knew that the hospital trusted his judgement. One of the reasons he had gotten the promotion to Chief of Pediatrics was his willingness to take on higher risk patients. Patients that Dr. Ifer wouldn’t even look at twice for fear of ruining his “perfect record.” To this day, Sam couldn’t figure out why the man had thought pediatrics would be a good fit.

Laughter rang out from down the hall, drawing Sam from his thoughts and both doctors turned toward the nurses’ station where a few of the ward’s nurses were gathered.

“Look at Mr. Nurse over there, schmoozing it up with the other ladies,” Dr. Ifer sneered, emphasizing the words “other ladies,” “What a fa-”

“Just because a man is a nurse, doesn’t automatically make him gay,” Sam cut him off before he could finish his sentence and use a derogatory term. He already had enough paperwork on his desk, he didn’t need to be writing up his colleague again, especially when it seemed like the powers that be didn’t give a damn about the harassment that Gabriel often endured, anyway.

Dr. Ifer rolled his eyes at Sam. “You’re right, you’re always right, Sammy. It just means he couldn’t hack med school.”

Dr. Ifer began to leave but Sam grabbed his shoulder and halted the shorter man in his tracks. “We graduated together, Luke, and I know for a fact that you barely ‘hacked’ med school,” Sam seethed. He stopped and took a breath, focusing his anger on something else. “And it’s Dr. Winchester or, at least, Sam.” All Sam wanted to do was tell Luke to go fuck himself and to never speak about Gabe again but he settled for what he could get.

It was true that being a male nurse didn’t automatically mean someone was gay but Gabriel was. And Sam considered himself a lucky man to have Gabe waiting at home for him after a long shift. The Chief of Medicine and the hospital board knew about their relationship but that was it. Gabriel preferred to keep it quiet, he didn’t want anyone thinking that he got special treatment because of their relationship. Sam had decided long ago that if secrecy at work was what Gabriel wanted, he would give it to him, even if it hurt sometimes.

Luke shrugged out of Sam’s grasp and stared daggers at the man, his boss really, before sauntering over to the nurses’ station. Sam couldn’t hear what he was saying but he could see the reaction his words garnered. The once jovial nurses closed down, returning to whatever tasks they could in order to discourage his presence.

Sam watched as Luke turned to Gabriel and said something that made the man’s face turn hard. The eyes of the nurse standing beside Gabe almost bugged out of her head in disbelief at the doctor’s words. Sam’s blood was boiling as he began to march over but Gabriel’s eyes flicked towards him and the nurse quickly shook his head.

Sam took a few calming breaths and waited for Dr. Ifer to leave before he finally made his way over to the nurses’ station. The mood was still tense but the faces were much more friendly at his approach than they had been at Luke’s.

“Dr. Winchester, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Gabriel asked.

Sam huffed a laugh through his nose. “Just checking in with my favorite nurses,” Sam replied, shooting a smile towards a woman who was organizing some files. “And how many times do I have to tell you, Gabriel? Sam is fine, especially when there aren’t any patients around.”

Gabriel just shrugged. “Guess I’m just old fashioned like that, Doc!” He was the only nurse who refused to use Sam’s first name. The doctor knew it was because he was worried about slipping up and getting too familiar at work but he still liked to give the man a hard time about it.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Well, nurse,” he said, emphasizing the title, “I’m going to need…”

It was their usual style of banter at work but Gabriel’s face hardened again and his eyes were cold. “Marie, can you help Dr. Winchester with whatever it is he needs?”

Before his colleague could reply, Gabriel turned on his heel and strode away into a patient’s room.

Sam stood there dumbfounded for a moment before turning to Marie. “What did I do?”

Marie moved around to the other side to the desk, giving Sam a sympathetic look. “He’s had a rough day. We’ve got a new patient and she’s a sweetheart but her dad is a sexist asshole,” Marie explained. “He’s been giving Gabe crap about being ‘just a nurse’ every time he needs to go into the room. But Shannon, the patient, has taken a liking to him so he sucks it up and puts on a smile for her.” The nurse paused to breathe and Sam’s heart clenched at her words. “I think that, combined with Dr. Ifer’s comments… It just set him off when you called him ‘nurse,’ I think.”

Sam groaned and swiped a hand down his face. “Shit,” he mumbled, “OK, thanks. I’ll talk to Shannon’s dad and have another sit down with Dr. Ifer.” Sam had known that Shannon had been admitted to the ward but this was the first time he was hearing that her dad was a problem parent. Hopefully, he’d be able to assure the man that all of the nurses on the pediatrics team were highly qualified, subtly letting the man know that he was aware of the things he was saying and that he wouldn’t let one of his staff be treated like that. “And I’ll find Gabe and apologize,” he added.

Sam went to leave but Marie stopped him for a moment. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s more upset with the whole thing. He’s not mad at you specifically. If I had to guess, I’d say you’re his favorite doctor to work with by far.”

Sam smiled. “Thanks Marie,” he replied, “I’m sure you’re right.” He walked down the hall and caught Gabriel as he was exiting the room he had disappeared into a few minutes earlier. His face was even more tense and Sam realized that it must have been Shannon’s room. He took a quick look over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching and pulled Gabe into a supply closet. He crowded his lover against the door and kissed him fiercely. “Marie told me about Shannon’s dad and about Dr. Ifer trying to start shit,” Sam said, his voice breathless after the kiss. He looked into Gabriel’s eyes, holding his gaze. “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.” Sam pressed his lips into Gabriel’s again, peppering the man with kisses until he was trying to squirm away.

“Sam, stop,” Gabriel mumbled into the quiet room. “Scrubs don’t hide anything and I can’t go back out there with a hard-on.”

Sam smirked against Gabe’s skin but he did listen and pull away. He pulled Gabriel into a tight embrace. “I love you and I’m sorry that I hurt you back there,” he said, murmuring the words into the shorter man’s hair.

Gabriel squeezed him tighter in response. “It’s OK. You didn’t know.” He got on his tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss on Sam’s lips. “I love you, too. Now, pass me something from the top shelf so it doesn’t look weird when we walk out of here together.” Gabriel’s smirk told Sam that while, usually this kind of interaction would be discouraged at work, he was ok with it today, had needed it even.

Sam reached up over his head and grabbed a stack of towels from the top shelf, passing them down to Gabriel before the two of them left the room. No one seemed to notice the two of them coming out of the closet but Gabe still made a show of restocking the towels at the nurses’ station, even though they already had plenty.

Sam stopped in Shannon’s room and carefully but firmly laid down the law with her dad, hoping that one conversation would be all it would take to get things on the right path between the family and the nursing staff. He had a few patients left to see but nothing that was urgent so, instead, he went to the Chief of Medicine’s office and he told Dr. Shurley that there was an emergency at home.

“You had mentioned wanting to be on the floor of the pediatrics unit, sir, to see how things run down there,” Sam explained, “so I was hoping you might cover for me so that I can take care of things at home.” If Dr. Shurley said yes, Sam was hoping this would kill two birds with one stone. “Dr. Ifer is on the floor now and would be happy to walk you around.” Maybe if he saw Luke in action, the Chief of Medicine would do something about him.

To Sam’s surprise, Dr. Shurley agreed and Sam made a beeline for the parking lot. A few weeks ago he had made a plan and a couple of purchases for his and Gabriel’s upcoming anniversary but Sam had decided to put the plan into action a little bit early in order to cheer Gabriel up.

By the time Gabriel got home, Sam had everything in place and he darted up the stairs to get changed while the smell of his favorite take out lured Gabe into the kitchen. Sam had put the food onto a plate, poured a glass of wine, and lit a candle for his lover. Next to the glass was an envelope that said “eat first, then open me.” Sam had even drawn a heart on it.

Once he had changed, Sam crept downstairs barefoot and stood behind Gabriel in the doorway to the kitchen. He silently put his shoes on the ground and stepped into them, grateful that he had decided to break them in and practice walking in them whenever he had been in the house alone over the past weeks. Sam leaned on the doorframe and watched with a smile as Gabriel finished his meal and polished off the glass of wine, finally reaching for the envelope. His smile only grew as Gabriel laughed at what he had written inside.

“What you do is so important and you are an amazing nurse. Besides, I think male nurses are sexy as fuck. Let me prove it to you tonight. - S”

Sam watched as Gabriel read and then sat back in his seat, his posture relaxed and happy, a total 180 from the way he had been holding himself in the hospital. Sam posed himself in the doorway as sexy as he could manage considering his shoes and attire and then he spoke. “So, what do you think? Let me take care of you tonight?”

Gabriel jumped a little at the sound of Sam’s voice but regained his composure and turned around quickly, his jaw dropping as he took in his partner.

Sam was wearing a “sexy nurse” costume or, more accurately, a woman’s sexy nurse costume. The dress stretched across his chest, showing off the tattoo he had above his heart, and the flared skirt barely covered his ass. He was wearing red thigh high fishnet stockings that perfectly matched the red trim on the dress. He spun in a circle, showcasing the big red bow on the back of the dress. The costume was made complete by a red and white cap and apron and a pair of white patent leather platform heels that added another six inches to Sam’s already impressive height.

Gabriel looked Sam up and down and when he was finally able to pick his jaw up from the ground, he let out a long whistle. “Hello nurse!”

Sam could feel himself blushing under Gabriel’s scrutiny. “So, you like it then?” he asked, trying to mask his self consciousness.

Gabriel was on to him, though, and crossed to where Sam stood. He could barely reach to kiss the man o a regular day but now, in his heels, he stood more than a foot taller than Gabriel, literally towering over his lover. Gabe put his hands on Sam’s hips and looked up into his face before pressing a kiss over his heart. “I love it Sam,” he assured the man. “Now,” he added taking a step back and wagging his eyebrows, “I believe you said something about taking care of me, nurse?”

Sam beamed down at Gabriel and took him by the hand, confidently leading him through the house. With each step in the heels, his hips swayed and the crinoline in the skirt brushed against his ass. Sam had never worn something or done anything quite like this before but if his erection and Gabriel’s reactions so far were any indication, this wouldn’t be the last time. “The exam room is ready for you, Mr. Novak,” Sam told Gabriel as he led him into their guest room. He had shifted the furniture around a little earlier in the day in order to suit his purposes. The desk was now in the center of the room and covered with the white paper you’d find covering the exam table in nearly every doctor’s office. Sam had even managed to make the bed look clinical, doing away with the comforter and changing the sheets to a starched white set reminiscent of what would be found in the hospital, if hospital beds were queen sized, four poster beds.

Sam led Gabriel to the center of the room and then sashayed across to the wardrobe. He pulled out a hospital gown and brought it to his partner. “You’ll need to change into this,” he explained before moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes intently trained on Gabriel.

Gabriel put on a little bit of a show for Sam as he shimmied out of his scrubs, choosing to turn his back to his lover and bend at the waist as he removed his pants and then slowly stood up. Once he was naked he took his time shaking out the hospital gown that Sam had given him before he slid his arms into it. “I think I’m going to need some help getting it fastened,” he said, looking over his shoulder at Sam who had begun to stroke his cock while watching Gabriel undress.

Sam’s pupils were blown wide with lust but he kept it together and stood, leading Gabriel towards the desk in the center of the room and gently pushing his back so that he bent at the waist, his chest pressing into the paper that covered the wooden surface. “I don’t think that will be necessary, actually,” Sam replied as he positioned Gabriel’s arms up above his head. “I hope you don’t mind the restraints, it’s a new office policy after a few unruly patients,” he explained, wrapping leather cuffs around Gabriel’s wrists and attaching them to a small eyebolt he had installed on the desk. “Your chart says you need a thorough prostate examination and I need unrestricted access in order to do that to you- I mean, for you.”

Sam crossed around behind Gabriel, his heels clicking against the hardwood floor as he collected a few items he was planning on using throughout the evening. When he returned, he ran a hand down Gabriel’s back. “Now, if you would just relax and spread your legs, Mr. Novak, I can begin.”

Gabriel spread his legs and Sam ran his hands over his partner’s ass. “You’re ready to begin, Mr. Novak?”

“Fuck yes, Nurse Winchester,” Gabe replied and Sam clicked open the bottle of lube.

Sam slicked up his fingers and slowly pushed one into Gabriel’s ass. He quickly found his lover’s prostate and began slowly rubbing his finger against it.

Gabriel, who was already turned on from Sam’s outfit and his unexpected strip tease, responded immediately with a low groan. He began canting his hips, desperate for friction along his cock, but the crinkly medical paper only moved with him and provided him with no relief. “More, please nurse,” he plead in frustration.

Sam slung his free arm over Gabriel’s lower back, holding his hips in place. “Mr Novak, I’m going to need you to stay still,” he told the man as he worked a second finger into his ass, “otherwise, I can’t get an accurate result from your examination.”

As Sam’s fingers resumed their slow, torturous work, Gabriel let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper. He caught his breath and managed to grind out a single word. “Bullshit.” Sam had been stretching the truth or just plain making up medical facts throughout the examination and Gabriel had decided he wanted to play a more active role.

Sam playfully gasped at Gabriel’s outburst. “Mr. Novak! You shouldn’t use language like that in the exam room!” he admonished as he reached for the bottle of lube, planning on adding more of the slick, cherry flavored liquid to his fingers.

Before he could open the bottle, though, Gabriel spoke again. “I looked it up on WebMD before I came in and they disagree with everything you’re saying.” Gabriel’s voice was smug and Sam decided to play along.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of Gabriel’s hole, causing the man to cry out at the complete loss of contact. “Talking about that filthy website is prohibited, Mr. Novak!” Sam informed Gabe. “If you insist on using such vulgar language, I’m going to have to punish you.” His hand landed on Gabriel’s ass with a loud smack and his patient groaned in pleasure. Sam spanked Gabe hard enough that his ass turned pink under his hand but not so hard that it wouldn’t be a pleasurable spanking and by the time Sam was done, Gabriel was moaning with and rocking his hips back into every slap.

“Now, I think I need to perform a closer examination,” Sam informed his patient. He carefully got to his knees and used his hands to spread Gabriel’s ass cheeks. Sam gently licked over Gabriel’s hole before pulling back to watch the muscle contract at the loss of sensation. Gabriel whimpered for the second time that night as Sam blew a stream of cool air over where he had just licked and Sam watched his muscles clench and contract again. “Your reflexes look good, Mr. Novak. Just a few more tests to run.” With those words, Sam dove back in, running his tongue over and around Gabriel’s hole before pointing his tongue and pushing it past the ring of muscle he had loosened with his fingers.

Gabriel was writhing and moaning on the desk as Sam continued his onslaught, the only intelligible words falling from his mouth being “nurse,” “Sammy,” and the occasional expletive. His hips bucked hard when Sam added a couple of fingers to the mix and, soon enough, Gabriel was on the edge of an orgasm.

Sam pulled his mouth away but kept three of his fingers deep in Gabriel’s ass, slowly massaging his partner’s prostate. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Novak,” he apologized. “I’ve gotten you all aroused, how unprofessional of me.” Sam slowed his fingers even more, barely teasing the sensitive gland.

“Don’t stop now, please,” Gabriel panted as Sam pulled his fingers away, “don’t stop. I’m so close…” He tugged on the cuffs at his wrists and Sam realized a second too late that he hadn’t buckled them properly and his patient wasn’t as secure as he had thought.

Gabriel caught Sam off balance, the heels slowing his progress as he returned to his feet, and spun him around, wrapping the cuffs around Sam’s wrists and securely fastening them behind his back. As Sam tried to regain his footing in his heels, Gabriel pushed him onto his back on the bed. He flipped up Sam’s skirt and was pleased to find that his nurse had been getting just as excited during the examination as he had. He knew Sam would get uncomfortable quickly with his arms pinned behind his back and under his body as they were, so he didn’t want to waste any time.

Gabriel straddled Sam’s erection and sunk down, his well stretched hole taking his lover’s cock with ease. Once he was fully seated, Gabriel shifted his hips and Sam groaned, throwing his head back into the pillows. “I should tease you like you were teasing me,” Gabe threatened, “but you make a very naughty nurse, Sammy, and I’m about to burst.”

With that, Gabriel dropped his hands to the bed on either side of Sam’s head for leverage and lifted himself up before dropping back onto Sam’s cock, eliciting a long, low moan from the man beneath him. Gabriel crashed their lips together as he fucked himself on Sam;s erection.

Sam’s hips bucked up, meeting Gabriel thrust for thrust and when Gabe was sure his partner was close, he adjusted his position so that Sam’s cock brushed against his prostate with every move either of them made. Gabriel brought one hand down to his erection and began stroking himself, pushing himself over into his orgasm. His cum splattered across Sam’s stomach and chest as his muscles contracted around Sam’s cock and the man groaned as he released deep inside of Gabriel.

Gabe managed to maneuver his body so that he collapsed next to Sam rather than on top of him and after a few moments, Sam rolled onto his side, his back facing Gabriel. He took the hint and uncuffed his lover’s wrists, tiredly rubbing his shoulders to release some of the tension that the position had built up. Gabe was fighting to stay awake after being teased for so long before finally grabbing control and taking his release from Sam’s body.

A few minutes later, Sam got up and retrieved the towels he had stashed in the room earlier and gently cleaned them up, kicking his heels off in the process. He scooped Gabriel up in his arms and carried the well satisfied man back to their bedroom.

“You were right,” Gabriel mumbled into Sam’s chest once they were in bed, “male nurses are sexy.” Gabriel’s mouth opened in a huge yawn but just as he was drifting off to sleep he added, “I liked the sound of Nurse Winchester.”

Sam wasn’t sure Gabriel had even meant to say it, but it was something he had been thinking, too. Even more, Sam liked the sound of Dr. Winchester-Novak and he knew what his new anniversary surprise was going to be.

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0poole · 5 years ago

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My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Good God.

I finally managed to watch the final episodes of the show, and even though it wasn’t the most pitch-perfect ending ever (and even though I skipped like all of the final season), I still gotta dish out my thoughts on the whole thing. It’s not my tippy-top most favorite show, but it’s definitely the one with the most lasting impact on me. I mean, considering it created one of the biggest fandoms of all time, I’m pretty sure I’m far from alone there.

Obviously have to start from the beginning. I think I got into MLP around the 2nd season, maybe in the middle of it but definitely before the 3rd. I don’t exactly remember, since it was so long ago, but the first two seasons might hold some of the most saccharine, mindless nostalgia of all. Every single episode holds some spot in my memory, even the filler episodes with the cheesy notes to Celestia at the end of them. Honestly those were adorable, even if they were the classic kid’s show trope of “Let’s explain the moral to the kids who don’t have half a brain” but it’s actually pretty charming. That’s nostalgia talking, by the way. Obviously. If I found a new show today that did that, I’d roll my eyes a little, and I probably did when I was first watching the show.

But, it’s an understatement that this was my life. Of course, I was at that time of my life where one thing could very easily become my entire world, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t matter to me. The pretty solid, unchanging artstyle gave me an opening to try and draw it, and for years I exclusively drew ponies, and even when I had a human character, I’d only be able to draw them in pony form, so I ended up meshing their stories into fanfiction on how they could become ponies. My “Icon” character at the time, Satyr, was probably the first original character I drew, and I can still remember the exact drawing I made of him. Obviously a pony, he was sort of larger and masculine, conveniently blinking eye so I didn’t have to deal with that, basic hair/tail styles, and for some reason a jagged zig-zag pattern going laterally across his body, like those “How would a horse wear pants?” memes. I thought it was really good, so I kept going, and here I am ages later still drawing stuff. I couldn’t even bare to fully ditch the shitty characters I made (and I’m going to explain them without context because I just feel like it): Satyr got split into his immortal and prince-ly side; Diane, a manic serial killer, shrunk down but kept her impossibly anxious personality; Gaseous is basically all the same, except he doesn’t meet the rest of the crew in what parts of his story I know about; Sistenagon (here we go with the weird names, they don’t mean anything) still kept his (her? Don’t actually remember which I called it) wasp-y nature, except in the form of an insect-based fairy tribe leader; Stelerachyt, who I drew as a Diamond Dog, is still a big, fluffy, dog, but turned into a more regal and kingly type of person; and Myriad Alloy (the only one with an actual pony name) got a complete makeover, and actually became my favorite end result after all is said and done.

Like, I love ranting about these guys. They were basically my own Mane Six. And yes, Satyr TOTALLY dated Twilight. Why wouldn’t he? Main character a Main character. Plus, he was supposed to be me, and I totally wanted to hit that. I’m not ashamed to admit it.

I mean, I guess a big part of why I actually went down that path was because of the large fanbase. I didn’t begin with the beginning of the show, but I guess I came in with the first large wave, so all of the stuff I made got just enough attention to make me think people wanted to see what I was making. If I started out with OCs, no one would’ve cared, and I very well could’ve stopped.

Even apart from that, this show definitely kick started my downward spiral into femininity. I mean, it’s pretty self-explanatory. Everyone “knew” MLP as being something super shallow, only to be enjoyed by shallow little girls, then they pumped out Friendship is Magic and everyone else loved it, so I gave it a shot, and I loved it too. Obviously every fandom has the people who openly, irrationally hate them, but the whole thing was welcoming enough to keep it solidified in my mind, and bish bash bosh, it kept going and will probably keep going into eternity. It’s funny, even then I drew Satyr with the more feminine pony design (not entirely because drawing the male pony type was harder), so I was setting myself up for the future.

I guess this kind of gives me a window to talk about My Life as a Teenage Robot, because for as long as I could remember before actually watching the show, I seriously despised any instance of XJ9 I could find. If an image of her popped up on screen, I would close it faster than if it was porn found while around my parents. I don’t know why she was so harshly ingrained in my mind. You could argue I just hated “girly” stuff before I realized I actually loved it, and didn’t want to face my emotions, but I wasn’t exaggerating at all about that porn thing. I actually couldn’t look at her for more than a second. But, one day I decided to cave in and see what was up, and soon enough she became one of my favorite cartoon characters of all time.

Back to ponies, some of the content produced by the fandom also had some extremely fond memories in my mind. I think I still have some songs by The Living Tombstone and WoodenToaster on my MP3 player (partially because it’s just good stuff) and for some reason playing on MLP-themed TF2 servers was actually really fun too. Some notable fandom people reacting to recent episodes was a spectacle I always looked forward to, and I still am subscribed to Saberspark and Ratchet on Youtube after all this time, probably as well as various other people who are still there but haven’t posted anything since the settling of the fandom. I just remembered, Hotdiggetydemon probably qualifies for all that too, since his .Mov series was the talk of the whole fandom. That, and Friendship is Witchcraft. I had to re-look up the name of that one though, but I still loved it.

I guess I should play favorites, huh? Favorites was the one game everyone in the fandom played.

Favorite episode: Can’t not be a tie between the 2-parters of Season 2. Discord is a riot, and Chrysalis is actually one of my favorite villain designs of all time. I’m a sucker for both shapeshifters and bugs, so you can’t expect me to not like her. Glad she rode the villain boat till the very end, although reformed Discord is definitely fine too. Plus, the rest of the Changelings turned anyway.

Favorite song: You expect me to not tie things up here? The Flim Flam brother’s Super Cider Squeezy 6000 is great, as are the brothers themselves, and I also love This Day Aria, since it’s the focal point where people realized this show seriously wasn’t just colorful, cute ponies. The Art of the Dress is also pretty catchy.

Actually, just remembered. Under Our Spell might be it. Took me a while to remember the EQG stuff, but that song is seriously good, and unironically better than the generic dribble that somehow magically beat it.

Favorite background pony(ies): Vinyl and Octavia are a pretty cute duo, and with the killer duet in the Slice of Life episode, ya gotta love em. Funny thing, though: There’s this background pony that looks almost identical to my current self-insert pony OC, with purple hair and a grey coat, with a seemingly writing-based cutie mark and green eyes. He’s even a unicorn too. It wasn’t intentional, I swear.

Favorite CMC: Sweetie Belle is too much. Her little squeaks are too pure. I can’t take it. Applebloom has nice colors, though.

Favorite Princess: If you don’t say Luna you’re a cop

Favorite non-pony species: Obviously Changelings, but after their reformation the honors actually switch to the Kirins, just because of how cool they look. The Yaks are pretty fun too. Speaking of…

Favorite nu-Mane Six (or are they called the School Six? Whatever, you know what I mean): All Yona. And yes, I had to look up her name was, who cares? She’s adorable.

Favorite of the Pillars of Equestria: I honestly love that they made Starswirl an actual character in the show. For the longest time, people just assumed he would stay in the form of Twilight’s Nightmare Night costume forever, but then they actually made him real! That’s really cool.

Favorite Equestria Girls design: Once again, Sweetie Belle steals both this spot and my heart.

And, of course… Favorite of the Mane Six:

Honestly, it just depends on the mood I’m in. Not even remotely lying there.

Fluttershy would’ve been my answer way back then, since I was into the shy types. There’s definitely something still there. You can’t deny that she’s the most cuddly of them all.

Twilight might’ve been a tie for the top around then too, since I was also the too-smart-for-humanity type. That leads into you liking the “smart” ones. Plus, in the latter half of the series, she did feel like she was put one step above the rest of the cast. That kinda makes her feel slightly off, I guess. Still like her, though.

Pinkie Pie’s one of those that I can imagine liking, but if I ever actually had to deal with that much energy I might actually melt. And, not in that I’m-totally-in-love kind of melting. Literal, actual melting.

Rarity, in terms of concept, is easily my favorite type of character for the show. On the surface, she’s the generic fashionista type that every girl’s show has, but instead of her being someone who “just makes clothes” she’s actually seriously hard working and goes through all the regular motions you’d expect from an artist. Turning such a cliche on its head and giving it a much more realistic image is perfect for this show. Also, she’s purple. I like purple.

Not much really needs to be said about Applejack. She really seems like the most logical one of the group, even at the very beginning. That’s great to have when everyone else is acting like spoiled/sheltered brats (at least, when she’s not acting that way either).

But, I really gotta be honest… I’m never really in the mood for Rainbow Dash. She’s like the opposite of AJ, where she’s always some degree of arrogant, and even though watching her achieve her dreams is nice, her big head gets a little annoying for side gags. Also, if you showed me a plain picture of the Mane Six, I would’ve told you she was the main character instead of Twilight, just because she stands out so much more. I mean, the show isn’t called “Twilight Sparkle: Friendship is Magic,” but still.

If you really want a straight answer, I’m in a Rarity mood right now, so I’ll go with that. It’s probably the safest bet, because, like I said, I do love purple. Not just purple, but purple AND white put together. One of my favorite color combinations. Just add a little gold, and you’re, well, you know...

But… Yeah. All good things had to come to an end. I feel like its time came. Plus, they ended the show with the little story book thing they did in the very first episode, so as far as I’m concerned the series is complete. It did its job, anyway.

#mlp #mlp fim #friendship is magic #my little pony #rant #rambling #opinions #nostalgia #poole #cute #mlp 10th anniversary

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salty-dracon · 6 years ago

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ace hang plays noctis umbra part 3

SINS OF ANGELS | Noctis Umbra Part 3 | Ace Hang Plays Otome

(Yes, they do have semi-serious titles when shit hits the fan)

Last time on Ace Hang Plays Otome:

Lily: Wow, he’s UGLY. How the FUCK is this guy a SUCCUBUS he’s UGLY

Brid: Well, technically he’d be an incubus. Because he’s a guy.

Lily: That doesn’t change the fact that he’s UGLY

Brid: Maybe he radiates some kind of.... hot energy-

Lily: THE. ONLY ENERGY. THAT FUCKER RADIATES. IS CATCALLING YOU FROM HIS 2002 HONDA CIVIC WHILE WEARING A TWO YEAR OLD SWEAT-COVERED WIFE BEATER ENERGY.

Brid: You don’t-

Lily: HE LOOKS LIKE A GIJINKA FOR THE WORD DOMESTIC ABUSE

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Lily: Hey, everyone! Ace Hang here! I’m Lily!

Brid: I’m Brid!

(Val and Arthur pop in from the sides)

Val: I’m Val!

Arthur: And I’m Arthur!

All: And we’re playing Noctis Umbra Chapter Two!

Brid: Yes, that’s right! The whole gang’s here and together for a nice round of otome!

Val: It’s summer vacation, and our Minecraft 1.14 series will be up as soon as 1.14.2 is out, just so all of the bugs are ironed out. We’re planning to play multiplayer and do experiments to keep all of your spirits up.

Lily: I’m super excited.

Arthur: Yeah, same. We’ve got tons of plans!

Brid: But for now, Noctis Umbra Chapter 2 is out, and when we last left off, we learned that Valerius was lying to us again.

Lily: Also our dad is ugly and evil.

Arthur: Rana is a queen.

Val: Thor was there...?

Brid: .... Yeah, basically. Let’s get back to the action!

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Lily: A Kapre. A stalker.... Do you guys know anything about that?

Val: Capre.... Caper...

Brid: Oh, Capra demon. Remember that 4chan post?

Val: Oh yeah!

Arthur: ...?

Lily: Super sexy demon or something. In the post he had a goat skull head. Wonder what this boi’s gonna look like.

Arthur: He’ll either be adorable or ugly.

(Efren appears)

Lily: ffffFFWAHAHAHA WHAT IS THAT

Brid: That is not what I was expecting.

Arthur: I was expecting like, James Bond, not a guy in a mohawk wearing a Minecraft shirt!

Val: Wow. Holy shit. Oh my god. He looks like a cis guy decided to dress like a fucking drag queen for Halloween without knowing what a drag queen was. He looks like someone who unironically enjoys Kingdom Hearts and somehow mixed in a shitty hacker aesthetic. He looks like a 30 year old virgin who also runs a gaming channel that relies on clickbait for income. He looks like a guy cosplaying as his own My Hero Academia OC. He looks like-

Brid: Okay, that’s enough.

Lily: He looks like that one Invader Zim character watches anime all day in his basement-

Brid: Stop it. Anyway, looks like he’s with the enemy... and wants to recruit us... and give us cookies.

Lily: Cookies. Om nom nom.

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Lily: WAHAHA they’re good cookies.

Brid: I love the little package of cookies on her lap.

Val: Seriously, I’d kill a guy who gave me too many cookies, though. At 3am. Every day.

Lily: “You’re just grumpy because you’re hungry. You’re hangry.”

Arthur: “I am not hangry!”

Lily: “You sound hangry!”

Val: And Tae steals the cookies. And they’re good.

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Val: You know, I’m glad the main characters are warming up to Tora. Not treating her like a kid.

Brid: She’s learning high school chemistry, so I don’t think it’s out of the question that she’s at least fifteen.

Arthur: Yeah. And MyDude is treating her very nicely.

Val: Yeah. I’m glad. Like seriously, edgy war stories just... hate kids. Like, fuck the kids. Adults are the only ones that survive here.

Lily: Yeah, it’s nice change of pace. EY, RANA! Look, Arthur. That’s my favorite character.

Arthur: I see.

Val: Honestly, the whole Noctis Umbra crew is great. Except for Valerius. Fuck that guy.

Arthur: I think he might have a reason for keeping those secrets of his, though.

Val: This is coming from the same guy who actually trusts the rich kid in the other one they were playing. Fuck, I forget his name.

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Val: “Ae-ri needs your help grocery shopping.”

Lily: I’m gonna be super surprised if it’s not like the South Asian market my parents visit for cheap spices.

Brid: Seriously, what else do you expect from this game?

.........

Brid: Yes, that’s the last place I expected to find a bunch of underworld denizens that are part demon or something. Going shopping at a grocery store. And not a South Asian market.

Lily: What, did you think they subsided on human energy alone?

Val: I mean, Tae lives offa sweets. First he ate his sister’s cheesecake, then he ate those cookies, then he ate that pudding... he’s just got a big sweet tooth.

Lily: Oh, big mood, Tae. I like him. He and Keelan are so funny. Everyone’s just laying into him.

Arthur: “That’s a lot of hot sauce...”

Brid: I see we’ve got our own weird tastes...

Val: Ha. Melons. Innuendos.

Lily: Or Avatar reference.

Arthur: ...

Brid: What’s up?

Arthur: Imagine- meanwhile in the aisle next door, Riley hits her teacher with a shopping cart!

Lily: That would be an amazing easter egg. Keelan’s looking for his paint, barely dodges a chaotic dumbass bisexual disaster, she immediately hits someone else who happens to be her teacher.

Val: Said teacher was also hacking the grocery store’s WiFi with his phone, which proceeds to fall into the lobster tank.

Lily: Not saying Riley wouldn’t do that.

(Small animation with bad doodles)

Arthur: I imagine Keelan’s like... “Alright... broad paintbrush, purple acrylic paint... ” and he just hears screaming, and there’s Riley just narrowly missing him and slamming right into her teacher.

Brid: You say that like she intentionally hit him.

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Val: OH GOD IT’S THE UGLY GUY!

Lily: Damn. That’s the first thing you fixate on?

Arthur: Oh boy. Something’s going down...

Lily: Is Valerius here? Is that why she’s- Oh, hey Luca.

Val: Oh my god, it’s Tall Evil Valerius.

Brid: He’s so tall we can’t even see the top of his head.

Lily: That’s funny, because I always imagined Valerius to be like, 5′4...

Val: His name is “Aleron”. HOLY FUCK HE JUST KILLED LUCA

Arthur: OH MY GOD

Lily: WELL THAT’S NOT GOOD AT ALL IS IT

Brid: FUCKING DEAD. PRESS F.

Lily: REMINDER TO HIT THAT F BUTTON IF YOU’RE ANGRY THAT LUCA JUST DIED

Brid: AND SHE JUST OMAE WA MOU SHINDEIRUS HIM

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Lily: That feeling when you teleport the enemy leader right into your base.

Val: Fucking seriously. The whole crew must be having aneurysms.

Arthur: Ha. “I leave you alone for two seconds and you start a world war.”

Lily: Welcome back to another episode of “Man with half the facts in heated debate with man with zero facts”.

(Meme appears on screen with the two men’s faces replaced with Leo and Valerius)

Brid: More like “Two men seriously think they know what’s right for the world as a whole based on flawed information”.

Val: “Where’s her room?!” “She doesn’t have one.” “Where does she sleep?!” “The couch.”

Brid: Get ready for Angry Father Rage.

Val: “YOU LET MY DAUGHTER SLEEP ON A COUCH?!”.... DAMMIT why did the scene have to end there.

Lily: So you wouldn’t have to yell at yourself?

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Val: “Your mother loved heights too-” Sheesh, did she love jumping off them?!

Lily: Fucking hell. Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what he meant, though.

Brid: Yeah, this guy’s kind of an asshole, to be honest.

Arthur: I guess with the whole unification thing, they need her.

Lily: I love how she’s mad Aleron killed Luca because she wanted to punch him in the face.

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Val: Oh boy, things are heating up. So because of the prophecy, the demon kids are all uniting, and the angels wanna beat em back. And they took over a human organization to do it.

Lily: Angels. It’s always angels.

Brid: Do any of you like Valerius any more now?

Val: NO. He’s kind of a dickhead. Still.

Arthur: At least he’s telling us more.

Brid: Yeah, very true.

Val: Why does Valerius look at us and see everything right with Nocturnals? We’re an angry district attorney who sucks the life out of people with the power of Satan and anime.

Lily: Angels. It’s always angels.

Arthur: You said that.

Brid: I did say I’d romance Valerius, so-

Val: WAIT I NEVER SAID I’D DO A KISS SCENE-

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Lily: And with that, looks like we’ve reached the end of Chapter 3! What do you guys think? This is your first time playing with us, right?

Val: ... Why do I have to be rolled up in the politics of white men?

Lily: Pretty sure Leo’s Latino.

Val: Still.

Brid: Politics, politics. I still do love the group dynamic between the Noctis Umbra crew, though. Not Valerius, just MyDude, Ae-ri...

Arthur: Tae, Keelan, and Rana. Yeah. And whoever else I’m forgetting. They’re very cute together, and it kinda sucks that they’re dealing with the whole underground war thing, otherwise I feel like we’d get a lot of cute scenes with them.

Lily: Very true. Any theories?

Arthur: Remember when Valerius called MyDude Umbra? I think it’s because she’s the kid of both an angel and a demon.

Brid: Oooooo. What do you have to back it up?

Arthur: We don’t see much about her mother. Apparently she left her in an orphanage named after a saint. Also, Leo mentioned that the mom loved heights. Besides the jumping implication, it might mean that she’s an angel. Maybe one that couldn’t fly.

Lily: I think umbra does mean shadow, which evokes themes of both light and darkness, so it’s very possible.

Brid: Interesting. Well, we’ve been recording for an hour, so I think that’s all the time we have for today.

Lily: Sweet!

Brid: Can’t wait to see where this story takes us next! And we’re planning our next playthrough to probably be either the next part of Oathbreaker, or Hatoful Boyfriend.

Val: Make sure to like and subscribe for more content, and stay classy!

#ace hang #arthur loves his theories!

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