#necessary - but scarring O.O

[etjwrites]

Your OC‘s Backstory - Week 8: Free (or: Birthday)

Ah, I can't believe we've reached the end already! I've read so many neat WIPS by all you lovely people participating in this. I've thoroughly enjoyed it, and if @yourocsbackstory​ is up for it, I think it would be fun to make this an annual/semi-annual event. (Also, Happy Birthday!) :D

Thank you so much for hosting this – I've learned SO MUCH about Amiri and now have a very clear plan of where to take his story once I start formally outlining it.  

*hugs everybody*

Good Luck with your writing endeavours!!! I used my own personal prompt (transportation) and combined it with “Birthday” for the final installment. ;) Without further ado:

Iset swept open the door, and Amiri tumbled into the dust, sprawling flat upon his face in a clumsy failure at stealth. He still didn't quite have the nuances of his Skill perfected, and creeping unseen across the open plains from Outer Caro had used up what little energy the blazing sun hadn't scorched away.

So Iset saw him plain as day with sand and grit and grass all clinging to him, a stinging scrape on his forehead testifying loudly about his ungainly stumble.

“Are the beetles that interesting?” she called, making her way over to him. Amiri spat out the chaff that left a bitter taste on his tongue.

“I was trying to see the camels – you said they'd be whelping today!”

“Aye; they're in this stable.” Iset beckoned to the wall opposite the one Amiri had fallen from. “But best keep quiet – these are his lordship's racing camels, and we don't want overseer Nerron to catch us peeping.”

They stole through the narrow opening in the limestone wall, Amiri wrinkling up his nose at the foul stench. Iset had drawn up her scarf to her eyes. She motioned to a rope ladder, and Amiri scrambled up it after her, crawling along a narrow ledge until they were just over the grunting cows. One calf had already been born and cleaned off, and it lay mostly still, twitching at random intervals, while it recovered from its trying ordeal.

“Plet ka was going to buy us a camel,” Amiri whispered. He wriggled a little, trying to get comfortable on the hard surface. “Now we can't even get a lame donkey.”

“He didn't send you his horse?”

“Mother says it must have perished with him on the battlefield.” Amiri peered curiously at the men clustered around one of the other camels. They yelled at each other, each taking turns tugging on the limp calf that was half-way into the world. “D'ya reckon they'd notice if one were missing?”

Iset smacked Amiri, then froze as a shower of dust drifted down at the action. But the men below them were too preoccupied to look and notice the two sets of dark eyes peeking through the gaps in the rafters.

“You'd be thrown in the deepest dungeons the city guard could manage if they caught you! No, worse, they'd send you to the fires of the Black Mountains.”

Iset's tone implied that Amiri had sounded just serious enough to worry her, but surely she knew he wouldn't dare steal from one of the most powerful nobles in Caro? He quickly reassured her otherwise, and they lay in silence for the better part of two hours, grins stretching from ear to ear, as one by one, the little newborn camels staggered to their feet and began to suckle, bleating and snuffling through the whole process.

“It's weird, but wonderful.” Iset kept her voice low, even through the men had left some time ago.

“Weird, but wonderful.” Amiri agreed. “Like our friendship.” That earned him another boff to the head and he backed away, laughing as Iset swatted at him. They tip-toed out of the stables and parted ways at the wall Amiri had initially fallen from.

“Tomorrow at noon?”

“Wouldn't miss it.” Then he clambered over the smooth stone and set his face on dusty Outer Caro, Iset disappearing back into the house toward her chores.

Part 1 (Introduction) Part 2 (Family) Part 3 (Activities)  Part 4 (Rivals) Part 5 (First Love) Part 6 (Things) Part 7 (Friends)

[phynali]

Season 6 supernatural re-write

keeping the seasonal plot points the same but tweaking the specifics so it flows more cohesively and sets up the next few seasons better.

we start with bobby phoning dean. it’s been 7 months since sam fell into the cage, dean’s looked for/at every possible way to get him out. he’s mourning still, but the days are getting easier.

then the call. a demon, or a shifter, or something. dean meets up with him. bobby has a photo - it’s definitely, unmistakably sam.

(because wtf there’s no universe bobby wouldn’t tell dean that sam was back from the dead if he knew, so - )

they track sam down. silver, holy water, everything. sam just laughs and goes for a hug, effectuating his best I Have a Soul impression for dean’s sudden appearance. he’s been out of the cage for months, running with this other crew now. 

(not sam campbell because him coming back from the dead was dumb. another hunter group, maybe one that sprung up around or as a result of the apocalypse. remind us of the previous season’s plot and the fact that sam was hunted by other hunters. remind us how dissonant and disjointed it is that he’s working with them now). 

no, he doesn’t think it’s odd that he didn’t go and get dean. dean was happy, sam was happy to leave him to it.

dean and bobby are O.O 

it is Immediately obvious that Something is Wrong. any pretense otherwise is dispelled very quickly and sam gives up the game, shrugs. tells it like it is. he didn’t go get dean back because dean might hold him back, because dean cares so much about coddling him and sam’s fine, he’s great, awesome, actually. he’s strong and solid and doesn’t feel burdened. he’s light. he doesn’t sleep.

he doesn’t sleep?

okay, so something might be off, but he’s not looking a gift horse in the mouth. dean can be his partner again though, sam likes having him around. it’s nice, they work well together. it’s good.

(is it the blood, sam? what? no, no, haha, i tried that. didn’t even take. it doesn’t work for me anymore. how weird is that? you did what? yeah, i wasn’t craving it, but i thought it might help me get stronger. it didn’t do anything. weird, right?)

(sam doesn’t need sleep but dean hardly can sleep after hearing that)

bobby is researching like mad to figure out what’s wrong with sam and sam is like...yeah fine whatever i think i’m supposed to care about you so i guess this is fine.

sam and lisa do Not get along. sam’s smile is razor sharp and she feels uncomfortable to have him in her house. we get the distinct impression sam let dean get vamped to spite her, and possibly egged dean on to her house. it doesn’t take a truth spell for dean to call in the big guns after that.

cass finally answers the phone prayer. he hadn’t considered the amount of danger dean might be in around Soulless till now. cass soul-fists sam and tells hm he has no soul. oops. 

and he doesn’t remember anything about hell? about how he got out of the cage? nothing at all?

sam smiles placidly. nothing, cass. i have no clue how i got out. 

(he knows. cass knows he knows).

sam agrees to get his soul back because why not. then he finds out how unpleasant that will be. he blackmails cass into helping him stop it from happening. (angels can’t get that far into hell without an army or an ally, cass. what did it cost for crowley to let you into hell? you his bitch now, cass? is that it?). 

cass and Souless as feral energy and restrained violence with each other. (”i dragged you out of that cage and i will throw you back in.” and “you dragged me out wrong and if you didn’t fuck this up the first time this wouldn’t be an issue now would it?”)

dean figuring out death can get sam’s soul. sam like ‘oh shit’ and trying to stop that, not by attempting to kill bobby (because this is my re-write and i hated that). except cass double-crosses sam and gags Soulless so he can’t spill the beans on him before the soul gets shoved in his body and the wall goes up.

in this version, cass puts up the wall (not Death). it’s not even clear if it’s necessary because the audience Does Not Trust cass at this point in the season after all the lies and talks with Soulless. Death gives us important exposition about the scarring on Sam’s soul and how deep it goes, how his soul is in literal tatters. it can repair itself, but it’s going to take a long damn time. this is gonna be relevant for the next three seasons.

note: his soul being in tatters is unrelated to the psychological trauma that the wall is keeping at bay inside his mind.

sam gets his soul. the wall goes up. sam remembers nothing. 

cass like :))) this is fine :)))

cass’s lies are spiralling. season plot happens, meg, demons, etc. mr. not-sam-campbell betrays them, crowley is an asshole, raphael, etc.

(can you imagine if Mr. not-sam-campbell was actually bela talbot? she was one of crowley’s contracts and maybe he resurrected her because he knows she’s the best and so she can keep an eye on cage-freed sam because crowley might’ve given cass permission to go down the cage but he’s not stupid enough not to keep his eye on this situation. gaaaah i miss bela so much, and the parallel of sam/bela and dean/lisa and dean’s memories of ruby but bela is Not a demon and she is terrified of Soulless because he’s a sociopath through and through, anyway don’t mind me).

when it all comes apart, when sam’s memories are slipping through and he starts to remember conversations with cass from when he was soulless, puts pieces together - 

cass breaks his wall. floods him with it. the “i dragged you out of the cage and i can put you back in” we had set up with him and sam earlier in the season is now actually coming full-circle in a metanarrative sense, and paying off cass first saying that to dean in s4 because sam’s pain is dean’s hell. chef’s kiss.

end of the season plays out the same. like i said, so few plot changes, just more cohesion and in-character.

next we’ll do seasons 7, 8, then 9 and how they will flow from this build-up better.

[peakyblinders-au]

Lydia Shelby

Tumblr Url & Your Real Name: @peakyrach Rachel

Character Full Name: Lydia Shelby

Nicknames/Alias: Lyd, Lyds

Backstory for nicknames/alias/:

Gender: female

Gender Role: if you want a backstory for this add anymore necessary info here as well for the gender prompt

Sexual Orientation: straight

Age: 27

Birthday: August 1st 1898

Deathday: if you want to kill me off then go ahead, I won’t mind lol

Birthplace: small Heath

Ethnicity: white British

Family Members: if you wanna be one of the mains cast family members please write that information here

Children: I definitely think we’re gonna have at least one child (this IS John after all) a little girl named Jessica

Face shape: heart shaped

Eye colour: brown

Hair colour: dark brown

Hairstyle: long, past my shoulders and wavy. Mostly up off my face for work but always left out on my days off

Skin tone: olive

Complexion: clear and soft as a baby’s bum

Body type/Build: slim but curvy

Height: 5’4

Weight: if you’re uncomfortable answering this you don’t have too

Breast size: a good handful. 38C I’d say

Facial Hair: no thank you

Scars/Birthmarks/Prominent Features: small birthmark at the top of my thigh

Preferred hand: leftie

Health: all fine and dandy.  

Phobias: heights

Addictions: smoking

Mental Disorders: please give me a description of the disorder, or direct message me with more info because i dont want to write a mental disorder rudely or just wrong, ya know?

Attitude: sassy as fuck. I don’t take any shit and know how to handle myself but I’m also really kind and very loyal to my family and friends

Expressions: I wrinkle my nose when I’m annoyed

Residence: small heath. with John

Political Affiliation: I couldn’t care less and think it’s all silly

Friends: Ada. And I want to be friends with as many characters from the gc as possible if it fits in the story

Enemies: not really an enemy but me and Linda DO NOT get on at all

Boss: bosses from your occupation, are you apart of Alfies gang, or Sabini’s, Kimbers, Luca’s, Gold’s gang, the Lee boys that are ready to fuckin cut anyone like wow, this is really cool option

Pets: we have a dog. John likes his dogs.

Finances: working class I guess? The same as John

Marital Status: MARRIED

Sex Life: are you comfortable with having smut written for your character? please let me know this is super important! HELL TO THE YEAH! Write as much smut as you want for me wooo

Lovers: just John boy

Turn-ons: spanking, choking, Dom! Sub! Yeah all of it. I’m not fussy

Turn-offs: if there is something super important to your characters backstory feel free to give a bit more of information okay?

Dom or Sub: im more sub. John is the dom woo

Fantasies: if you want this written or at least known go ahead but i cant promise it will be apart of the story, there is only so much time and so many episodes y’know!

Occupation: a teacher to nursery/kindergarten kids

Income: not a lot. Enough to be comfortable

Work Experience: I work in a local school

 Religion: Is youse a Linda or is youse a Polly?? hmmmm? More a Polly lol

Criminal Record: are you baddie? Nah

Morals: yes and no, moral compass

Main Goal: just for me and john to be happy basically, living our best life

Ambitions: can relate to anything, work, family, love life, go ahead and include what u want

Regrets:

Secrets: grace secret…. O.O

Best memories: getting steaming drunk with Ada and causing havoc around small heath. And when John first asked me out

Worst memories: playing down by the cut when I was little and almost drowning when I fell in

Hobbies: smoking is a hobby i guess, getting fuckin drunk is too!: definitely getting drunk ha! Also bike riding and reading books from the library

Skills: im  pretty good at drawing. And I bake a mean cake

Likes: going to the garrison and getting pissed with friends, Going to the cinema with John on date night, laying in bed with him all day when he has a rare day off and just cuddling and talking  for hours

Dislikes: rudeness

Superstitions: John says 7 years of bad luck for broken mirrors none. I think they’re silly and tease John about it all the time

Quirks:

Guilty Pleasures:

Strengths: compassionate, caring, loyal, strong willed, positive

Weaknesses: can be a bit too sassy sometimes, swears like a trooper (but never around kids) smokes a bit too much. JOHN. In general. He IS my weakness.

Languages:

Accent: strong brummie

Speech Impediments:

Voice:

Reputation: a good one. Apart from all the swearing and sassiness I’m a good girl

Backstory: if you want to be detailed go ahead, but i can’t make promises that everything will be included in the AU

Im married to John (oh yeeaahhh) I’ve lived in small heath my whole life and grew up around the shelbys. Although a couple of years older than me Ada became one of my closest friends. I always had a thing for John (from like really young, I used to follow him around like a puppy in the school yard) but me being 3 years younger than him he only ever saw me as Ada’s annoying little friend. Until one day he saw me flirting with a man in the garrison and got mad jealous. Things developed from there.

FC: Selena Gomez

[jungnoir]

college boyfriend!jihoon;

for this college boyfriend!jihoon request. i love you

okay so i originally really wanted to do campus dj!woozi because i’ve had this same idea for another boy for about a year but i had hit a rut and i really didn’t know where to go with it until i saw the gifs of woozi at the piano and so piano prodigy!woozi popped into my head and i had a hannah montana moment,,, who said you can’t have the best of both worlds,,

so, right, jihoon comes from a very well off family

not a lot of people except his friends know about it because he never talks about it, ya know? like he’s pretty much grown up all his life faking smiles and learning useless manners to please even more well off families and his parents in the process. it’s just not a part of himself that he likes to share. when people know how much he has, he ends up in the presence of a lot of fake friends and jihoon is really not that kind of person

he loves to have his own small group of close friends who understand him and who can be there for him instead of just having the empty feeling of like,, thousands of instagram followers and no one to air his grievances to

which is why he mainly keeps to himself, and for the most part, his parents allow it

but on one condition: he had to compensate with talent

so when jihoon was really young he found interest in the piano and not a day later he was getting professional lessons from some renowned italian guy that jihoon couldn’t even pronounce the name of

at first, jihoon was really excited to learn because hey!! the piano is such a pretty instrument and it’s so fun to play!! 

but jihoon still has scars and nicks along his knuckles where that piano teacher whacked him with a ruler whenever jihoon even slightly made a mistake

there was no fun ad libs to add to boring songs by mozart and bach and whatcha call ‘em

it made jihoon start to resent the instrument completely

but his parents had forced him to keep up with it and he ended up becoming a really good player well into his high school years, so his parents had made arrangements to let him pick any school he wanted as reward for being good, but he still had to go in with music as his major

and jihoon found the most ordinary, most public, most average school… and he chose to go there as a music major

his parents were super all over the place about it and honestly tried to get him to reconsider, maybe go to juilliard or some other whoop-dee-doo school in another country that was more than willing to accept him but jihoon was like no. you gave me the choice and i wanna go to this school

so his parents relented, thinking that they could allow jihoon to at least live a semi normal life instead of one in prim and proper uniforms with professors who had caviar for lunch and stuff for a few years… right?

and jihoon loves it

he goes all out buying a completely toned down and lazy wardrobe and he convinces his parents with “i want to fit in, of course”

no, it’s just he really fucking hates blazers and loafers lol

he gets to sleep until noon most days, dress in a hoodie and jeans and look about as undone as humanly possible and not have to worry a hair on his head

and since the school isn’t some stuffy prestigious one, he can play piano with little to no reprimanding

to be honest,,, he pretty much shocks his professors with his talent

they’re like?? what do we even teach him??? He knows? Everything????

and all the other piano majors envy him to death, while the other music majors want to duet with him super bad

because,,, guess what’s the final exam,,,,, a duet with another music major

and everybody wants jihoon because he’s like a guaranteed shoo-in to ace the exam

but every time jihoon gets asked to collab he’s always like “uh. can i think about it”

never gets back to them

it’s not that he doesn’t want to collab with anyone really. it’s just that… he hasn’t found the person to click with him, you know? like he can’t be expected to play his best if his partner can’t keep up with him

and trust him, no one in that class that he’d heard could do it

but he’s still got about three months before the exam, and he can easily snag a desperate soul even if they’ve already paired up if he wanted, so he doesn’t sweat too much about it

the great thing about college tho, is that jihoon can do anything he wants and his parents are not obligated to find out about it at all

so one day, he’s just kinda minding his own business and he gets told about this old building on campus where there used to be a campus radio station, but it’s since gone to the dogs bc the dj is so boring and the show only amasses like,,, two followers

the dj and his mom

but the school board really wants to be more modern and hip so they put out an ad for a new dj. the person would ultimately come in on a certain day on a certain week and they’d advertise that dj for the spot. kinda like a contest

that dj would play their playlist and then students would listen in and vote on the campus radio website for which dj they liked best

and jihoon’s friends are always pestering him about it bc they know that besides classical music, jihoon is really passionate about all other genres like pop, hip hop, old school rnb, jazz, you name it

and jihoon has impeccable music taste

so fellow music major and friend vernon convinces him to turn in a playlist, just for fun, to see if it would work

and so jihoon does it, fully expecting nothing to come of it, but he tunes in anyway

and that’s like. the last time he listens to the radio until the contest is well over

he gets a call from the head office and they’re like “congrats!! you won the contest!! you’re the new campus radio dj!!”

and jihoon is like. what

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turns out, his playlist was a hit. everybody who listened loved it

and now he’s the official dj on campus

the job is only once a week, every thursday night, and he gets exactly three hours to play music, answer questions from the website if he gets any, and just all around have fun

and since jihoon is in a pretty steady spot with school at the moment, he has no real reason to say no to it

so,,, begrudgingly, he does it

on his first day, he’s got like everything set out, he’s written a detailed schedule for how he’s gonna spend the three hours, and he’s totally planning to just be silent the whole time but the technical operator in the back is like yo! you gotta introduce yourself at least! 

“uh… hey. i’m… dj… woozi. yeah. bye”

and he tries to hide his flushed cheeks as the operator in the back just laughs her ass off at him

but according to the comments on the website, they found that kind of endearing? he doesn’t even really think about the name, it’s just a weird nickname his friends had given him and it was just cute ok

the only people who know he does the dj thing is his friends, cause he really doesn’t want to draw more attention to himself than necessary

like he already gets a lot of attention from being a prodigy so he’d just rather. not. 

but being a dj slowly becomes such a passion of his and he feels so sneaky yet so cool doing both the dj thing and piano

and as long as no one knows? he’s good

now, finally, this is where you come in

you play piano too, but it was a very sudden hobby you had come up with so it was pretty funny to say you were a music major when you just started playing piano like, last summer lol

but don’t underestimate your love for it just because of the fact

your parents had been very supportive of you doing something you loved, and studying music, especially the piano, was something you really wanted to do

it just seemed right to you tbh

and of course you knew lee jihoon, the best piano prodigy on this side of south korea

his skills had no parallel, and he always played with a precise hand that you knew came from years of refined and expensive practice

it made you feel a bit small in comparison, since you liked to play by ear and just have fun with your instrument which was, of course, not a thing you could do when studying it in school

you definitely didn’t want to put your family’s money to waste if you weren’t going to do something you would be proud of and take seriously, so his ability always struck you to be a little jealous, but the kind of jealous that pushed you to work even harder

but in that jealousy there was respect. admiration. jihoon was good and eons better than you but you… you had the perseverance to better yourself

so for a long while, you really just sat back and admired him

and in your wildest dreams, you imagined asking jihoon to be your partner for the duet

everything in you tells you you’re reaching for the stars but as the exam draws closer and closer and jihoon continues to turn down partner after partner, you start to wonder if maybe it was a sign?

working up the courage one day, you find jihoon as your class is filling out one day and you kind of fumble over your words but you get out “will you be mine?”

and at first. jihoon. he obviously misinterprets it

he’s just standing there like a shocked bby like o.O first, he has to turn down partners for the duet and now he has to turn down suitors??? can god leave him alone?

he’s about to come up with something like “you seem nice (you’re actually very attractive wow?) and all but i’m not looking for anyone at the moment”

but then you splutter “that came out wrong! i meant, would you be my partner? for the duet? i should have clarified. im just. im really nervous right now. but i understand if you don’t wanna be my partner! honestly, it’d be an honor to be your partner-” 

and jihoon doesn’t really know what does it. maybe it’s the cute little sparkle in your eyes or the way you frantically move your hands back and forth as you try to explain yourself

but as you’re babbling on and on, he sees something in you that he hadn’t seen in anyone else that had come to ask to be his partner

everyone had either come to him because they had found out that he was a wealthy prodigy or because they wanted to slack and jihoon’s talent could give them the space to do that

you. you just wanted to make music.

he could tell from the way you played when he’d watch the others in his class. he had seen many people go at the piano all rough and demanding of the keys but you had always had a childishness in your eyes that reminded him of something… or someone

you played to have fun, and he envied that about you

so like a light went off in his head, he realized that you were the one

“sure”

you stop mid sentence to look him in the eye, not totally convinced you heard him right

did lee jihoon just say he wanted to be your partner??? for real?? for real for real?????

“oh, uh… wow. i didn’t think you’d say yes.” “are you retracting your request?” “ARE YOU CRAZY HAHA HELL NO”

when people find out that you, the childish piano player had somehow snagged the best prodigy on campus as your partner, everyone is all green eyed 

they really can’t fathom why they weren’t picked tbh. and neither can you

even as you and jihoon train together, you can’t help wondering exactly why he had even given you a chance. like of course you were glad he did but wasn’t there a billion others more qualified than you?

whenever you would try to ask though, jihoon would just reprimand you like “focus on playing, don’t focus on me”

when you two would study together, it was pretty obvious your carefree playing style wouldn’t mesh well with jihoon’s more refined practice, but still, you were determined to make it work whenever he got a little angry at himself for working so hard to make you two fit

he’d sometimes say you two playing together was like forcing two puzzle pieces together that weren’t meant to connect

and yeah, it hurt, but he also wasn’t wrong

still, if it meant forcing your wild mind and jittery hands to play as pristinely as jihoon instructed, you’d do it. because you wanted to be good and he was your ticket for that

and while rare, the moments when you would get jihoon to let loose and play a little carelessly were the most rewarding

he’d shove his jacket sleeves up to his elbows and run a hand through his bleach blond hair (with the dark roots that looked so good on him) and he’d just play to be silly

he’d swear that playing that way was hard for him, but you noticed how naturally his hands flew from key to key like muscle memory, playing a tune a little more unruly than the set score, and the smile he’d so desperately try to hide under his fringe would show no matter what

you really can’t understand why this cute boy doesn’t show his cute side more tbh?? he’s so adorable

but he damn near throws himself off the nearest tall surface every time you say something nice to him

you: wow, you’re really talented

jihoon: *resisting the urge to fall to the ground in a ball and groan* t…thanks

you realize it’s because he gets blushy easily 

and you’d think a kid raised by people constantly telling him how good he is at music would like teach him not to care but literally he’s always so embarrassed getting compliments from you

little do you know he gets blushy because compliments from you mean something completely different than compliments from other people

and you always mean what you say to him and that’s why he’s just so asfkjseofiwjio around you ya know

but it also encourages him to do the same back

so whenever you do something new, even if it’s tiny, if it’s new for you, he goes crazy with the praise

like it’s usually not in his nature but he does his best to make you feel super accomplished and it’s the cutest thing

sometimes he even promises to do aegyo if you can do a certain piece or something with him right on the first try. you seldom can, but the few times you have……. they’ve been quite a doozy

he practically threatens you to never tell anyone what he’s done or he’ll find your house and finish you himself

you don’t take him for granted. that’s one small angry man. full of anger and violence, alright

still. he does it cause he trusts you for some odd reason

so as the months go on and you two grow closer to finishing up your parts for the exam, jihoon is getting a lil busy so he can’t meet up with you as often, which makes sense because finals and things are kicking everyone’s asses at the moment

not to mention, he’s busy every thursday, which is pretty funny

usually you like to study on other days so it’s no big deal but you’ve always found it kind of odd. he doesn’t allude to having many hobbies other than music so you can’t possibly fathom what he’s up to every thursday, but you thought if he wanted you to know, he’d tell you

well, one day, your friend who works in the building where the campus radio station is located asks you to bring her some dinner by since she’s got a long evening ahead of her

you’re usually used to doing so before she goes to work, but she had been caught up in some things so she hadn’t gotten the chance to ask you beforehand and now she was starving

so you got her usual and headed on over, and you were told to keep quiet because currently dj woozi was doing his segment

to be quite honest, you were a huge fan of dj woozi

part of the reason you were never pressed over jihoon being busy on thursdays was because you enjoyed sitting back and listening to dj woozi talk about his day and his favorite music

he’d gotten really popular and had become less shy over the weeks that he had become the dj, and now he often spoke with listeners during every show

he’s such a nice and thoughtful guy with a ridiculous amount of sardonic humor and he really reminds you of someone but you can’t really place it

so, needless to say, you’re like super excited to meet him

of course, you’d never been in the actual building like that, especially when your friend was working, so it was super exciting for you

the receptionist lets you know that she’s just through the door before the recording booth, so you go on in and see her at the controls, headphones half-on, half-off as dj!woozi answers questions through the speakers

she turns to you with a smile and mouths for you to drop her food on the table and that’d she talk to you in a minute

and the moment you turn around, you see jihoon

or… woozi? 

or both?

all you can do is stare as he talks into the mic, and when his eyes flit from the screen before him to the glass that separates the two of you, he falls completely silent

of course, your friend jumps to go to a song because jihoon is literally just staring wide eyed and open mouthed at you like a fish out of water

and he’s like…… internally screaming 🚨🚨🚨

why are you here!! why are you looking at him!!! no one is supposed to come back here during his segment

he pushes his headphones off and rushes toward your room and you immediately run behind your friend like a kid about to get scolded, but instead of entering the room he goes right past it and…

he’s leaving

“go. go get him. i’ll keep things going” your friend shoos you away, giving you a reassuring look

your legs are taking you before you can even question it

he hasn’t gotten far, and you thank the lord that he has such short legs so that you can catch up to him

he’s got his hood up over his head and his hands deep in his pockets so you almost missed him, had it not been a hoodie you had been so familiar with for the last few months

you grab his arm and he yanks himself back, avoiding your eyes as he tries to run off again

“woo- i mean, jihoon, why are you running away?” 

he stops in his tracks but he doesn’t look at you, head down. all you can hear is his mumbling of something you can’t quite make out

and then “woozi is the one thing i have that no one can belittle or take away from me”

he doesn’t look happy talking to you about it, but he also doesn’t look happy indulging in anything he feels particularly emotional about, and it’s pretty obvious how he feels about this

so you grab his arm and he lets you lead him to a nearby bench, far away from the bustle of students leaving class. it’s right next to a calming pond and there are little ducks there, swimming to their heart’s content. you can feel jihoon calming every second he’s there and thinking clearly

once you feel he’s calmed down enough, you ask him about it again

his worries come out like word vomit, and he explains how he felt coming from such a strict and well known family. all he wanted was to live a normal life and learn more about the instrument he loves, but he couldn’t even play for fun anymore because of his family’s insistence on rigid teaching

he talks about how everyone on campus that finds out who his family is treats him like an alien or some million dollar ticket if they could manage to befriend the introverted piano player

his shoulders sag more and more with the words he says until he’s completely deflated and kind of leaning on you unconsciously

“when i’m woozi, i’m just some mysterious nobody on campus who apparently has good taste in music. when i’m woozi, no one expects anything more of me than what i offer on my show every week. when i’m woozi… i’m not lee jihoon.” “bullshit”

jihoon looks at you in surprise, but you don’t let him interject, “lee jihoon is woozi. from every brown colored strand of hair on your head to every laugh line on your mouth. woozi is as jihoon as jihoon is woozi. there’s nothing to be ashamed of being lee jihoon. at the end of the day, if you give woozi and jihoon a piano, they’ll play like they were born to do it. that’s all you. you just have to find people that see that.” 

for a while after that, the two of you just sit in silence, watching the ripples on the pond and letting the cool breeze rustle your clothes

only then do you realize how cold it is, and when you visibly shiver, jihoon is quick to wrap a warm arm around your middle like instinct, cheeks dusting pink

(if you asked him about his blush later, he’d tell you it was because of the cold)

“were you always this wise or was i just way too clueless to notice?” “both, jihoon. both, easily.”

you and jihoon decide to keep things secret from then, of course. you keep his secret and in thanks, he teaches you more techniques for your exam

surprisingly, he’s much more softer and patient with you now that he’s gotten to know you better and can see what kind of person you are

when the exam comes up, you can tell he’s really nervous and you’re always like ??? because usually when he performs, he’s very laid back and calm, but for whatever reason, this exam has got him shaking in his boots

since the exam is going to be performed kind of like a showcase, lots of people from other schools and stuff are coming to see, but you know that’s not the case for jihoon’s nervousness

it’s only when the day of comes and he’s nervously fiddling with the knot on his tie backstage that he actually tells you the reason he’s so scared is bc his parents are going to be in the audience, and he knows that they can be really harsh and it feels like they’re intruding on his comfortable space

you take one of his shaking hands in yours and hold it tight, and he realizes then that you are shaking too, but you’re hiding it as best as you can

“jihoon, i’m going to give you this advice because you’re my friend and because your nerves are kind of contagious and i’d rather not catch ‘em,” he looks away when you refer to him as a “friend” even tho you’d been calling him that for a while now, “right now, it’s just going to be us out there. i’m going to be there with you the whole way. so just… whatever you do, do it well. i’ll follow in my own way, as per usual”

your fingers squeeze his and he lets out a breath, feeling a little more comforted by your words “thanks, (y/n). you’ve really become a formidable piano player over the last few months. i couldn’t imagine being on the stage with anyone else” 

and instantly you’re ‼️! cause i mean, jihoon rarely gives out compliments

and when he does, they’re usually shrouded in some kind of sarcasm or something, but this is all 100% genuine “i think you’re a great musician” complimenting right here. wow. wtf

the embarrassed smile that envelops on your lips moments before your names are called is enough for jihoon to know his words did their job

you two walk out to the center stage and do a bow beforehand as the crowd applauds you, and before you can walk over to your piano, jihoon grabs your hand and gives it a tight squeeze, one that you return with a whispered wish of good luck

your piece starts out as planned, where jihoon starts playing a soft and melancholy song, and you compliment him in stride on your own piano

everyone in the audience is prepared for another boring performance

and then you abruptly slam your hands on the keys, the crowd letting out a chorus of gasps, but jihoon just winks at you from under his hair and you two start playing like crazy

he plays the uniform version of the score first, and you follow with a wilder rendition, passing back and forth between each other like fire and ice in a dance

weirdly, it works??

you are strong key strokes and combinations of flamboyant transitions while jihoon is striking melodies keeping you on a track only you can hear and feel

he guides you through the song in such a way that could only be described as wind controlling a wildfire

it moves with the controller as the controller commands, but it also spreads and overtakes everything in its path like a wildfire would

by the time you’re finished, you both are beaming at each other even as the audience starts off in a stunned silence, and then melds into uproarious applause

the two of you take hands again and bow once more, the smiles on your faces far too large to contain then and there

it’s only when the both of you get off stage, making your way through the flurry of people complimenting the both of you and giving you congrats that jihoon’s parents find you two

they both look somewhere between surprised and confused as they look at their son

“that was… quite the performance, jihoon” his father says, looking a bit flustered as he says so

you can see the change in jihoon’s features as they look down on him, obviously waiting for their stamp of approval

“we didn’t even know you could play like that. you completely let go up there. there was so much passion we didn’t even know you had, jihoon. it was beautiful”

you watch with adoration as jihoon’s shoulders sink with relief and his parents take him in for a hug, just as your parents come to talk to you and you both end up getting swept up in all the formalities

it’s only a few hours later when it’s near midnight and most everyone has gone home and settled in for the night that you get a text from jihoon, which is already out of the blue because he rarely ever sends you a message first

jihooooon: meet me outside. i have something for you

disgruntled but intrigued nonetheless, you grab your jacket and head outside of the dorms, and sure enough, you see a familiar hooded figure standing in front of the dorms, the streetlights blaring down on his head and making him look orange in the night light

“don’t tell me you came all the way back to campus just to give me something. it couldn’t wait till the weekend was over?” you say, feigning annoyance as you let out a yawn

“my parents told me tonight changed something in them… they’re letting me choose to change my major if i want” is all he answers back with a nonchalant voice, but you can see the pleased smile peeking through in the corner of his lips

“oh my god!! jihoon that’s amazing. i’m so happy for-” “i told them i didn’t want to change though” “oh… why?”

and jihoon blushes…… like he actually literally goes tomato red in the face

“well,,, i mean,,, it’s kind of a big campus and like,,, if i changed majors i’d probably change a lot of classes and we might not,,,,,, see each other as often,, you know? and like,,, you taught me that i can have fun with the piano again. i found my passion again,, thanks to you”

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“a-are you saying… you’re staying because i helped you find your passion for piano again? and because…. you’d miss me?”

he just scratches his head, and you realize that both of his hands are neatly tucked behind his back and with the shifting of his hand you hear plastic crinkle so you’re like o.O what’s dat

jihoon too seems to remember he called you out here for something and he holds it toward you: a huge, very fancy looking bouquet of red roses

“i had a feeling you might like something cheesy like this, and since i didn’t get to properly congratulate you on a job well done… i thought i might get these for you instead.”

you take the flowers into your arms and are surprised to find a lil card tucked into the petals of one, and when you grab at it, you’re practically melting

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to be too nervous to say this out loud, so if a card will do, would you like to go out on a date with me?” - ljh

you look up from the card just in time to see jihoon has shuffled an inkling closer, feet scraping the ground sheepishly as he awaits your response, looking nearly everywhere else but at you

suppressing an embarrassing fit of giggles behind your hand, you set the roses on the ground to give you and jihoon some room, “should I… say yes out loud or should I give my answer on a card too?”

inside jihoon is like YEAH I MEAN I’M NOT SCREAMING OR ANYTHING YOU ARE HAHAHAHA WOW AM I SWEATING???!!

outside jihoon however is like,,, “smart ass” with a little smirk

inevitably, date one turns into date two and by date three he’s kissing you over a plate of chicken wings and some leftover mozzarella sticks from the appetizers you two got at the bowling alley and everything is ethereal

while jihoon still has to deal with breaking away from his parents’ hold and learning independence, he finds it’s a lot easier to find confidence with you there

jihoon sees a lot of his younger self in you so naturally when he’s around you,,, you see a whole other jihoon

like he can usually keep it relatively toned down and stuff in crowds or around classmates but when you guys are alone it’s like you’ve unleashed a beast

he’s a giggly mess and you love it

honestly, when is he not giggling at something with you?

you: jihoon??? my joke wasn’t that funny?

jihoon: i know but like *dying of laughter* it was so bad i can’t help it

you’d totally take offense if his laugh wasn’t so friggin’ cute okay

it’s worse at night though because as you two get closer, he starts calling you to help himself fall asleep

so whenever you get on the phone with him at like midnight you guys just gush about the parts of your days that you didn’t get to tell each other about in person and it helps jihoon’s insomniac self tire his mind out

he always spills all his ideas and desires to you late at night and it helps him reason those thoughts out later, and as a plus, you really like listening to lee jihoon babble

it’s a win-win really

but oh god, don’t joke with him this late at night or he’ll turn blue in the face from laughing so hard and it would probably wake up his parents if he didn’t live on the opposite end of the house as them in his big old mansion

speaking of which,,, you’ve been to several times without his parents’ permission :)

but it’s mainly for movie nights, piano practice (which is really just the two of you fooling around and trying to play as many songs by shinee as you can), or helping him put together playlists for the radio show and stuff

but one of these particular nights, you and jihoon were snuggled up on the living room couch, tuckered out from a long day of classes and you both were nodding off to spirited away on the tv when his parents came home from their night out early

let’s just say mr. and mrs. lee finding a girl half asleep across their son’s lap was definitely not the way they thought they’d be introduced to jihoon’s girlfriend

but the awkwardness (thankfully) dissolved with a pot of his mother’s hot and famous brewed tea ten minutes later and soon, his parents were giving you the stamp of approval

your parents were kind of in disbelief when you told them you were dating one of south korea’s most prestigious piano prodigies until you brought said prodigy to the family cookout and they were just kind of like oh. cool. this is a thing that’s happening now i guess

your mom: are you sure his mom isn’t evil or that he’s not already engaged to a famous heiress he was old friends with that moved away to america to study??

you: about 100% sure, yeah

he likes your family’s wackiness though, they bring a little more normality to his life and they remind him of you completely

his friends make more appearances now too that jihoon has gotten himself an s/o, which jihoon can’t decipher if it’s a good thing or not yet

his friend mingyu is absolutely obsessed with using you to destroy jihoon’s stoic personality, so sometimes he’ll crack jokes about how he’s nearly twice jihoon’s size and sometimes he’ll just pull you into his side with a lil laugh just to see what the older boy will say

and usually jihoon doesn’t really care because you’re friendly and his friends are friendly and he’s honestly just happy his favorite people are getting along

but then mingyu just has to,,,, pus h it

mingyu: wow hyung, you have a pretty cute gf. shame you got to her first, i would’ve loved to have gotten the chance to talk to- 

jihoon: If You Like Having Kneecaps You Will End That Sentence There

and just to prove to mingyu he means business he’ll even go out of his comfort zone and give you a lil pda ,,, nothing too crazy,, a kiss on the nose,,, maybe

and mingyu is just laughing his ass off with joshua and seokmin in the corner bc seeing jihoon get all red in the face and at the tips of his ears is adorable

even tho pda isn’t really jihoon’s thing, he does get pretty into kissing you when you two are alone

he, without fail, either starts each kiss awkwardly or has you start it for the both of you

but once he’s getting swept up in you, he’s grabbing at your thighs and pulling you impossibly close and honestly??? you didn’t even realize he had it in him

like a switch goes off in his brain and all he can think is you you you, he can’t get enough of you

and with those unnecessarily long canines of his nipping at your lips and neck, he leaves you bitten and red all over when he’s finished with you

he never fails to leave you completely winded after a makeout session, and it’s a source of pleasure and pride for him

like nothing makes him feel better than knowing he’s flustered you with a kiss

it’s a boost of confidence for him honestly

and finally, this mushy baby plays you love songs every time he does his radio show

like no matter the theme or mood of the night, he’ll play you a love song at least once and say “as always, i dedicate this to my moon and stars. i hope you’re listening”

even if you two are mad at each other or haven’t been able to talk much, when you flip on his show, he always remembers to play something just for you, and it’s such a constant in your life

jihoon thinks, and god forbid it happens, that if you two break up one day, he’ll still play you songs

maybe not directly stated, and if you ever asked him about it he’d most likely not tell, but even then he’d still play you a song in the hopes that you were listening

jihoon has never been good with saying what needs to be said with words, but he’s always been good with music, and he’s never been more happy that you speak his language

in short, lee jihoon adores you, but you already knew that ;)

[starlingsrps]

sarah dorsey.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: sarah jean dorsey

REASONING: not especially

NICKNAME(S): spooky sarah. yes, she knows.

PREFERRED NAME(S): sarah is fine

BIRTH DATE: january 15, 1986

AGE: thirty four

ZODIAC: capricorn

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heterosexual/romantic

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: caucausian

CURRENT LOCATION: washington, d.c. - georgetown technically but it's just easier to say d.c.

LIVING CONDITIONS: tidy clutter. sarah knows where everything is at all times, even if it doesn't always look like it. she has not moved since she moved into this apartment to start her master's. it's been twelve years. she will die here.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: eureka, ca

HOMETOWN: same

SOCIAL CLASS: middle

EDUCATION LEVEL: b.a. psychology, yale; masters in psychology from georgetown; quantico

FATHER: rick dorsey, 63, radio dj

MOTHER: ellen dorsey, 60, hair stylist

SIBLING(S): maggie, presumed dead; aaron, 27

BIRTH ORDER: oldest

CHILDREN: sweet jesus christ no.

PET: does her ficus count?

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: her grandmother; various aunts/uncles/cousins

RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY: like, she's got people but she's awful at keeping in touch. time flies and suddenly it's been a month since she called her mother. maggie, her sister, was her closet familial relationship - they were only a year apart in age. she disappeared when sarah was a sophomore at yale and was declared legally dead a year later, a fact sarah still can't really accept because it can't be as simple as that she disappeared, it just can't be.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: like yeah but it's.....it's easier to say that it's been awhile.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: no.

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CCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: fbi agent

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB?: 95% of the time. 5% of the time, someone's fucking with her stuff or she wants to live alone in a cabin somewhere where no one will fuck with her stuff.

PAST JOB(S): i mean, she's been in different departments but if it wasn't academic or babysitting, she's not done a whole lot.

SPENDING HABITS: reasonable - she spends a bit more on clothes than she'd like but she's tiny and she's gotta tailor a lot of pants.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: she's sturdy and can move because her job demands so but she's not pumping iron by any means.

SPEED: surprisingly fast - she sprinted in high school and college and can be hella quick.

INTELLIGENCE: yeah, little bit.

ACCURACY: dead on

AGILITY: p good

STAMINA: endless

TEAMWORK: good! she's not Fantastic at taking the lead and kind of has to be nudged into it when necessary. her voice shakes a little bit and it takes her a second but she is capable of leadership positions - she's just forgotten a tiny bit how to.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: fluently? english and spanish. not-so fluently would be arabic and mandarin. she also knows elvish but that's classified.

DRIVE?: legally, technically? sure and did happily until she moved to washington. one time on the beltway though and she refused to ever drive again.

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: nope

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: nope

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes

SWIM?: yes

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: she grew up playing flute but fuck her if she knows where it is in the bottomless pit that is her apartment.

PLAY CHESS?: yes

BRAID HAIR?: yep

TIE A TIE?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: anna kendrick

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR COLOR: brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: long, sort of wavy. she cuts it herself.

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: reading glasses

DOMINANT HAND: left

HEIGHT: 5'2

BUILD: petite. bird shoulders, just negative shoulders.

EXERCISE HABITS: three times a week, mostly just to make sure she can pass the physical portion of her job.

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: nah

PIERCINGS: ears

MARKS/SCARS: freckled in the summer, a crescent moon on her left knee from a massive bike wipeout when she was a kid. she saw BONE.

NOTABLE FEATURES: sharp chin, expressive face. she's not good at hiding her emotions at all.

USUAL EXPRESSION: the opposite of a poker face. catch peter looking stoic af and sarah like o.O

CLOTHING STYLE: suits and blazers and professional lady things for work. leggings and a giant shirt otherwise. comfort is key.

JEWELRY: a watch is about it.

ALLERGIES: almonds

DIET: reasonable, prone to eating many snacks instead of eating an actual meal.

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

MBTI: INFP

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: like a sprinkle of ocd. she's not crazy, contrary to popular belief.

SOCIABILITY: introvert

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: she gets in her feelings real quick.

PHOBIA(S): drowning and horses

ADDICTION(S): nah

DRUG USE: ehhhh nah

ALCOHOL USE: sure

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not at all - she really doesn’t like that she has to carry a gun.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: bubbly, a little higher than she'd like naturally. she lowers it a dab when speaking to people she needs to impress.

ACCENT: not really?

HOBBIES: research can be a hobby.

NERVOUS TICKS: oh boy. A Lot. she's always fussing with her fingernails and tugging at her cuffs. she wrinkles her nose a lot while thinking and needs to have a snack on her at all times.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: The Truth.

POSITIVE TRAITS: open minded, caring, creative, organized, generous,

NEGATIVE TRAITS: impractical, suspicious, stubborn, easily stressed, obsessive

SENSE OF HUMOR: sly - little sarcastic. she’ll drag a bitch for a country mile.

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: when she probably shouldn't

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: going to the movies, google spirals

ANIMAL: foxes

BEVERAGE: coffee

BOOK: a people's history of the united states, anything that involves a lot of lists of things. mostly lord of the rings. it's her life's blood.

MOVIE: lord of the rings, extended editions only.

COLOR: green

FOOD: cereal

FLOWER: daisies

GEM: diamond

HOLIDAY: halloween

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: being driven

MUSICAL ARTIST: ehhh whatever and whoever is okay fine - music's kind of background noise and she'd rather a movie.

SONG: eh.

SCENERY: a well organized bulletin board

SCENT: books

SPORT: surprisingly into basketball - she likes numbers and data.

SPORTS TEAM: whoever the underdog is

TELEVISION SHOW: nope. movie.

WEATHER: winter just because

VACATION DESTINATION: that assumes she doesn't have to be forcibly removed from her office for any kind of time off.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: finding her sister, proving the existence of aliens, being responsible enough to get a cat.

GREATEST FEAR: that her sister really isn't out there somewhere

MOST AT EASE WHEN: when she's being heard and understood; watching lord of the rings

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: she really doesn't like being called spooky sarah at all. she can be very self conscious at times.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: her degrees - she's very proud of her academic career and now and then wishes she hadn't heard the song of justice and the bureau.

BIGGEST REGRET: the bureau, once in awhile.

TOP PRIORITIES: truth, justice, and cleaning her bathroom.