Oc Entries/Stories! (tell me opinions yall have)
This is Kodiak and Jason, their meeting really. I'll post art of them/their character sheets later
TW: mention of sexual activity, cussing, alcohol
SUMMARY: Danielle wanted to celebrate Jason and Jaqueline's 21st birthday by going to the club since they would now all drink (legally). The three have been drinking for hours until Danielle was off on the dancefloor, Jackie was passed out, and Jason was left alone. Jason was making his way to the bathroom whenever he ran into this dude. Jason looked up and thought life was a dream. “God you are handsome.” Jason’s jaw dropped. He thought he was talking in his head, but he soon realized that wasn’t true when the other man chuckled. “Well aren’t you cute. I would ask to buy you a drink, but it seems like you’ve had one too many.” Jason could hear the man, but wasn’t fully understanding him, too embarrassed about talking to himself out loud and he was, well. drunk. “Uh- yea..” Out of nowhere Jason is pulled away. He turns to find Danielle. “As much as I love you finally getting some, Jackie is currently passed out and that is not a man you want to fuck with.. or just fuck.” Jason, confused, lets himself get dragged away.
I'm gonna-hic- murder-hic-Danny..” I think to myself. If I’m thinking. I honestly couldn’t tell you.
“Fuck, my head.” I rub my temple, ignoring the look the bartender is giving me and Jackie. Jacqueline, my younger twin sister, is currently passed out next to me. The real culprit of this mess is on the dancefloor with not a care in the world for her best friend. Danielle, my sister's so-called ‘best friend’, wanted to bring me and Jackie drinking for our 21st birthday “since we are finally legal” She said. Sigh. I'm seriously going to kill her the moment I sober up
I stand up from the barstool, looking around for the bathroom with a hazy vision.
“There.” I have no clue if I'm talking in my head or not. My sanity has lost me.
I try my best not to fall as I let go of the barstool. I walk with my head down, keeping the flashing lights away from my eyes. Not paying attention, I ran into a wall. I looked up… it is not a wall.
“Sor..” I start, but my apology is stopped as he turns around.
When I tell you this man is gorgeous. At least 6 foot, has layered, curly, black hair, and dark emerald green eyes. I could feel my knees giving up. I don’t know if it was the hottest man in front of me causing it or the fact I am drunk. Then words start spilling out of my mouth before I can stop them,
“God..you're handsome.” I could feel drool, why the fuck am I drooling?! Is my mouth open? I look like such an idiot right now.
“Well, aren't you cute?” He chuckled. Wait. He chuckled. Am I going insane? Is this a dream? “I would ask to buy you a drink,” he suggests, a hot Russian, maybe Russian, accent slipping. “But it seems you've had enough."
“Uhm, yea.. uh. I-” I realize his hand is on my waist, suddenly stopping me. I don’t remember him putting it there.. I guess my knees really did give out. The only thing I'm really worried about is how much of an idiot I probably look like right now. God please kill me now. Or don't actually.. This is quite nice. Fuck. He's so warm.
However, this warmth doesn't last very long as I'm dragged away. Just like that. Moment gone.
Who the hell decided to take me from the best moment of my life. Who the hell decides to rip me from a strong man's- oh it’s Danielle. Danielle! That bitch. First she leaves me and Jackie as we were both clearly drunk. Now she deprives me of a wonderful experience.
“Jason, babe, as much as I loveee seeing you get some, that is not a man you would want to fuck with. In both senses.” She explains, bringing me away from the scene. I can’t look at the man’s reaction as I look at her, pissed. She continues with no sign of remorse,
“Sadly, even if he was a man you could fuck, I recently learned that Jackie is out cold. Meaning we have to go.”
“Wait..what do you mean, if I could?” I asked, confused and half-conscious.
I let myself get dragged towards the exit anyways where I see a cab door open and a drunk Jackie already inside. I get in the middle seat as Danielle slides in after me, telling the cab driver where to go.
We all end up at Danielle's penthouse. She throws Jackie on the couch. I mean literally. She throws her. Not drops. Not places. No. She throws her.
After she rudely tosses Jackie, she drags herself to her room, forgetting I'm even here. I exhale, slowly making my way to her guest bedroom. I flop onto the bed, my face hitting the soft mattress.
My mind wanders for a bit. I try to go to bed, I seriously do.. but the angel from the club really likes the inside of my head. I just keep imagining his voice, the accent, his build, and his hands. God, his hands. I have thoughts. They certainly aren't holy thoughts, but they are thoughts nonetheless.
“Snap out of it Jason.” I huffed, slapping my cheek… But his hands. They would feel so, so, so good.
This is perverted, Jason, stop it. I tell myself
I groan walking out of the bathroom. I just need to blow some steam off after that shitshow that happened today. But nope. Today just sucks. That may have been one of the worst blowjobs of my life. I swear she was trying to bite of- I freeze, sighing
I start walking towards the bar, only to turn around once I hear my name. I roll my eyes, seeing it’s the girl again. She is nice, sure, but I don’t think my preference is women anymore. Just as this day couldn’t get any worse, someone bumps into me. Do people not look up anymore, my fucking God.
“Sor..” The voice says, but it stops as I turn around. I raise a brow, looking down at the younger man. He was cute. Clearly drunk, but cute. He seemed to be wobbling a bit, I didn’t know if I should steady him or not. He might yell at me, call me a faggot. However those thoughts rush away as he speaks. Just as he’s about to fall, I steady him, carefully wrapping my hand around his waist
“God, you’re handsome.” He blurts out.
Well.. That made my day..
“Well aren’t you cute,” I chuckle. The man freezes, face flushing. He’s so adorable, gosh. “I would ask to buy you a drink, but it seems you’ve had enough.” My accent slips out more than I’m used to. Maybe I’m drunk.
“Uhm, yea.. uh. I-” He stutters. Did I mention how cute he was? He had soft brown, curly hair. Bright hazel eyes. He was about three inches shorter than me. I focus on his face again and he seems more flushed than before. He glances at my hand. I smirk.
The moment is cut off as the brunette is dragged away.
I look up, watching him get pulled away by a darker brunette. She looks familiar… I squint before my eyes widen.
Danielle? What the hell. The guy knows Danielle?
Before I can follow after them, they’re already outside.
I slump in my study chair, staring up at the ceiling
“Everything alright?” Ryker, my right hand man, my best friend, asks.
“Mhm..; he pauses, ‘so who is he?”
