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Daria Sidorchuk in One Perfect Day

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Only You (Can Scare Me So)

(Segment from a story I’m working on. This might not totally make it into the final piece, but we’ll see! Thank you @noseedisvalid, for being cool with me incorporating some of your awesome discourse!)

He was singing. 

Hope forced her body to remain lax as his voice filled the room. His shoes scraped against the tiled floor whenever he moved around. Underneath the song, Hope could hear him shifting things about as though rifling through the rickety desk by the window. 

What he was looking for, she wasn’t sure. He’d locked her in last night. He probably thought she was crazy enough to try and escape or make a weapon out of something lying around (She wasn’t).  

She tried, tried, to resist the urge to clench her eyes. Because he’d be able to tell she was faking. And she couldn’t handle opening her eyes. Not when it meant seeing the walls that imprisoned her. Not when it meant seeing him first thing in the morning–or seeing any of them, period. 

They’re not supposed to be real. Her mind chimed in unhelpfully for what had to be the millionth time. How are they real?    

Hope had no idea. She hadn’t then–when she’d found herself in the middle of a cultist sandwich–and that definitely hadn’t changed four days later. 

She swallowed down her nausea at the thought, even as he continued the song, voice dropping to a hum. Four days. Four whole days since she’d last talked to her mom. Her mom, her dad, Joy, Michael. Their faces flashed in her mind. She choked back a whimper, throat clogging up with tears she couldn’t let out. 

“Soulmates” (The term made her want to shudder, to cry, to die) or not, she wasn’t sure any of the Seeds (Cultists, monsters, fictional, fictional, fictional) actually knew how to comfort someone and mean it. Least of all–

“You gonna stop pretending now?”

Hope couldn’t hide the shudder that made her entire body tremble as his voice cut through the silence. When did he stop singing? She opened her eyes, taking in the dimly lit walls, their blue paint stained and faded, that greeted her. It was another reminder she wasn’t home. In her own world or reality or whatever (But weren’t walls better than a cage and dirt and blood?). 

“There she is.” Jacob Seed smirked at her from the foot of the bed, lips twitching as though they wanted to stretch even wider when she flinched. “If you’d managed your breathing a bit better, you probably could’ve fooled me.” There was a gleam in his eyes that made her heart plummet straight down into her stomach. “Maybe.” 

That same expression, so assured and immovable, graced an erectile dysfunction flag someone had designed online, although his knife was still secured at his side. Hope probably would have laughed if she weren’t trapped in a room with him (Safe and secure and far away from all this insanity). When his eyes narrowed, she grimaced. Because of course, he knew what she was thinking about (Jacob Seed, the Mountain Grampa, Mr. Erectile Dysfunction of Georgia, the Old Furry Who Occasionally Could).

He’d been able to see and hear everything she saw while he slept, to experience all her thoughts. They all had apparently. On the other hand, she’d been left oblivious in the dark.

(She’d been lucky enough to dodge that bullet somehow). 

“Joseph wants you at the morning service.” She could hear how much Jacob liked that idea in his voice. But she forced herself out of the bed, wincing at the way her body ached from tossing and turning on the beat up mattress.  

(But a mattress was better than no mattress, wasn’t it?)

She rubbed her arm when Jacob continued to stare at her. Hope had known men like Jacob Seed. Women too. All strong, all intimidating. But none of them were Jacob. There was something lost in translation in the video game, in standing on the outside looking in. Hope could only view it as power. Jacob radiated it. And the scars, the burns on his arms and the hard lines of his face, only amplified that menacing aura. 

This was a man who’d never left the war. This was a man who detested weakness. Hope could only imagine how disappointed he was, knowing his soulmate–no, she wasn’t anybody’s soulmate, they were all delusional and liars and clearly drank way too much Bliss water in their spare time–was such a wuss. She couldn’t help but think of one of her last conversations with Michael:

“I’d say Faith’s the scariest. Joseph and John are tied for second with Jacob bringing up the rear…I mean, yeah, Jacob’s scary. But he’d take one look at me, be like, ‘Nope,’ and then he’d just get rid of me, wouldn’t drag it out or anything.”

Looking back, Hope realized she was probably too hasty with her ranking of the Seeds. 

“After you.” Jacob gestured to the door, only to huff when she flinched again. She could feel his patience wearing thin, the air getting so thick that it crushed her lungs. Still, Hope managed to make her way to the door. 

Maybe, she thought to herself as they walked, just maybe she’d get lucky and keel over from a heart attack long before the Junior Deputy showed up.               

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height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly (to an extent) | and they were room mates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing world views | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together ("old") | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers  | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps |  can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

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I love this!!!! I want to read all of this now!!!!! ❤❤❤

Only You (Can Scare Me So)

(Segment from a story I’m working on. This might not totally make it into the final piece, but we’ll see! Thank you @noseedisvalid, for being cool with me incorporating some of your awesome discourse!)

He was singing. 

Hope forced her body to remain lax as his voice filled the room. His shoes scraped against the tiled floor whenever he moved around. Underneath the song, Hope could hear him shifting things about as though rifling through the rickety desk by the window. 

What he was looking for, she wasn’t sure. He’d locked her in last night. He probably thought she was crazy enough to try and escape or make a weapon out of something lying around (She wasn’t).  

She tried, tried, to resist the urge to clench her eyes. Because he’d be able to tell she was faking. And she couldn’t handle opening her eyes. Not when it meant seeing the walls that imprisoned her. Not when it meant seeing him first thing in the morning–or seeing any of them, period. 

They’re not supposed to be real. Her mind chimed in unhelpfully for what had to be the millionth time. How are they real?    

Hope had no idea. She hadn’t then–when she’d found herself in the middle of a cultist sandwich–and that definitely hadn’t changed four days later. 

She swallowed down her nausea at the thought, even as he continued the song, voice dropping to a hum. Four days. Four whole days since she’d last talked to her mom. Her mom, her dad, Joy, Michael. Their faces flashed in her mind. She choked back a whimper, throat clogging up with tears she couldn’t let out. 

“Soulmates” (The term made her want to shudder, to cry, to die) or not, she wasn’t sure any of the Seeds (Cultists, monsters, fictional, fictional, fictional) actually knew how to comfort someone and mean it. Least of all–

“You gonna stop pretending now?”

Hope couldn’t hide the shudder that made her entire body tremble as his voice cut through the silence. When did he stop singing? She opened her eyes, taking in the dimly lit walls, their blue paint stained and faded, that greeted her. It was another reminder she wasn’t home. In her own world or reality or whatever (But weren’t walls better than a cage and dirt and blood?). 

“There she is.” Jacob Seed smirked at her from the foot of the bed, lips twitching as though they wanted to stretch even wider when she flinched. “If you’d managed your breathing a bit better, you probably could’ve fooled me.” There was a gleam in his eyes that made her heart plummet straight down into her stomach. “Maybe.” 

That same expression, so assured and immovable, graced an erectile dysfunction flag someone had designed online, although his knife was still secured at his side. Hope probably would have laughed if she weren’t trapped in a room with him (Safe and secure and far away from all this insanity). When his eyes narrowed, she grimaced. Because of course, he knew what she was thinking about (Jacob Seed, the Mountain Grampa, Mr. Erectile Dysfunction of Georgia, the Old Furry Who Occasionally Could).

He’d been able to see and hear everything she saw while he slept, to experience all her thoughts. They all had apparently. On the other hand, she’d been left oblivious in the dark.

(She’d been lucky enough to dodge that bullet somehow). 

“Joseph wants you at the morning service.” She could hear how much Jacob liked that idea in his voice. But she forced herself out of the bed, wincing at the way her body ached from tossing and turning on the beat up mattress.  

(But a mattress was better than no mattress, wasn’t it?)

She rubbed her arm when Jacob continued to stare at her. Hope had known men like Jacob Seed. Women too. All strong, all intimidating. But none of them were Jacob. There was something lost in translation in the video game, in standing on the outside looking in. Hope could only view it as power. Jacob radiated it. And the scars, the burns on his arms and the hard lines of his face, only amplified that menacing aura. 

This was a man who’d never left the war. This was a man who detested weakness. Hope could only imagine how disappointed he was, knowing his soulmate–no, she wasn’t anybody’s soulmate, they were all delusional and liars and clearly drank way too much Bliss water in their spare time–was such a wuss. She couldn’t help but think of one of her last conversations with Michael:

“I’d say Faith’s the scariest. Joseph and John are tied for second with Jacob bringing up the rear…I mean, yeah, Jacob’s scary. But he’d take one look at me, be like, ‘Nope,’ and then he’d just get rid of me, wouldn’t drag it out or anything.”

Looking back, Hope realized she was probably too hasty with her ranking of the Seeds. 

“After you.” Jacob gestured to the door, only to huff when she flinched again. She could feel his patience wearing thin, the air getting so thick that it crushed her lungs. Still, Hope managed to make her way to the door. 

Maybe, she thought to herself as they walked, just maybe she’d get lucky and keel over from a heart attack long before the Junior Deputy showed up.               

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Olive the Mouse

$  financial:  // wealthy / moderate / poor /  in poverty

   (Real dad died and left her some inheritance money)

✪  class:  //   upper / middle-working / poor / slave  / unsure

✚  medical:  // fit / moderate  /  sickly  /  disadvantaged  / disabled / not applicable

(Fit but skinny. Never really truly learned how to keep muscle up until she joined the police academy, and even then, after years of abuse, her body adjusted to the shitty way of life)

✔  education:  // qualified /  unqualified / studying /  other   (Has a masters degree in pyschology)

✖  criminal record:  // yes, for major crimes  / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY  —

◒  children: // has one or more children / has no children / wants children  / verse dependent / doesn’t want to have children / can’t have children

(Not after what happened when she was young)

◑  relationship with family: // close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / sibling(s) are deceased

 (After being raised in a cult and being the youngest and only to get out and not get arrested for being in said cult - not a fan of her family)

◔  affiliation: // orphaned (thought to be) / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable / kidnapped

(At the ripe age of 16 - her real father actually found her since her mother had taken her to the cult compound and never let her out of her sight)

TRAITS  + TENDENCIES  —

♦  extrovert // introvert // in between

♦  disorganized // organized // in between

♦  close-minded // open-minded // in between

♦  calm // anxious // in between

♦  disagreeable // agreeable // in between

♦  cautious  // reckless // in between (you know. cause of the cult thing)

♦ patient // impatient // in between

♦  outspoken // reserved // in between (became quiet because of the cult thing)

♦ leader // follower // in between

(Having so much attention on her makes her nervous)

♦ empathetic // indifferent // in between

♦  optimistic // pessimistic // in between // realistic

♦  traditional // modern // in between (raised traditional, but grew out of it quickly)

♦ hardworking // lazy // in between

♦  cultured // uncultured // in between (as cultured as a mute ex-cult survivor)

♦  loyal // disloyal // in between

♦  faithful // unfaithful // in between

BELIEFS  —

★  faith:  // monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated

(She doesn’t want to think that there is a God out there that made her go through what she did in his name for years)

☆  belief in ghosts or spirits: // yes / no / don’t know /  don’t care

✮  belief in an afterlife: // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯  belief in reincarnation: // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃  belief in aliens: // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❀  philosophical: // yes / no / sometimes (after oregano)

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION  —

> sexuality: / heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual / questioning

❥  sex: // sex repulsed  / sex neutral / sex favorable (After years of therapy, she can think about it without having panic attacks

♥  romance: // romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable (Love is real, she learned that from her real dad)

❣  sexually: // adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced  / curious / inhibited (Not by her own accord)

⚧  potential sexual partners: // male / female / other / none / all (Open to healthy relationships)

⚧  potential romantic partners: // male / female / other / none / all

ABILITIES  —

☠  combat skills: // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none  (Literally had no idea how to fly a gd plane until Nick forced her to steal Carmina back for him - cue anxiety ridden Nick)

≡  literacy skills: // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍  artistic skills: // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂  technical skills: // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS  —

> drinking alcohol: // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

> smoking: // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✿  other narcotics: // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess / tried some > medicinal drugs: // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess / when needed

☻ indulgent in food:  // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

$  splurge spending: // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

♣  gambling: // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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OC Face Claim List

(Name of Face Claim - What Universe - OTP) Evelyn Branigan (Sara Morrison - Vampire Diaries - Damon Salvatore)

Atarue Sinclair (Alexandra Daddario - Supernatural - Crowley)

Molly Reins (Freya Mavor - Marvel - Bucky Barnes)

Vanessa H Hues (Janessa Gornichec - Detroit: Become Human - Connor)

Olivia Stewart (Rachel Yampolsky - Far Cry 5)

Cecilia Davis (Rachel Aust - Far Cry 5)