#scout x wendy

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Parallel selves w/ their partners

🕶️: Five times a week, whenever is right. The rebel and nerd, opposites coming together for sensual and rough love making. She likes flustering Drake while ravishing him, but is never mentally prepared for his feral side.

Heated make out session to them shaking the bed after eight months of dating. The roommates were luckily out of the house during that time.

They had sex in his car once. Went into the backseat and had her holding onto the front seat as he pumped her. One of their best experiences. Another time, they were battling each other in a game while doing it and got it to the point they had to pause the game to finish.

🌈: Three times a week, morning or nighttime. Soft and loving relationship becoming a heated entanglement of bodies and loud moans. Then immediately goes back to being a wholesome couple.

After a year of dating, Annalise voiced her desire to her girlfriend and offered an option to try out before possibly doing it. Feeling nervous and excited, Charlie gave it some thought before agreeing.

They never done it in the living room, dining room or shed because the living room and dining room are for guests and the shed has possible dangerous tools. One time, someone came to the house and heard moaning behind the house. Acted like they didn't know what he was saying about, and still kept using the garden afterwards.

⛰️: Almost daily, whenever is a good time. Traveling companions to lovers who's always too much into each other. They trust one another with their life and will anything to not be separated.

A normal night in their tent when Scout's feelings got the best of them and Wendy noticed which led to a confession from both parties. Then showed their affection towards each other through physical intimate as a new couple.

The toys they have are from the random items they found and turned into the adult toys, items like metal pipe, deer antler, leg bone. (They cleaned them and made the items safe to use, don't worry.) Sometimes warms or chills the pipe for better experiences. Have tried vibration from a machine they came across and sat on it which led to them enjoying it together.

💧: Daily, whenever they can. Individuals surviving in a cold world that has nothing but sadness, find love and embrace each other in physical intimacy. It's a coping mechanism.

Quinn overhead her denying her feelings towards them on the phone and asked if she wanted to do it when she came back in. Carried the shy, flustered woman up the stairs and took their time with her.

There's no area in their apartment they haven't done it on, and the activities can sometimes be interesting like fingering her in front of a window. The two have had pubic sex in a less crowded space because they couldn't wait or couldn't go home immediately.

✨: Almost daily, nighttime. As the King and Queen of the Star Kingdom, it is their duty bare an heir for their kingdom, is what they tell people if they got caught doing it in one of the palace rooms. They're disgusting from how smitten they are.

Their wedding night, patiently waited until the ceremony was over to race to their bedroom and embrace each other. Have touched each other before marriage, but never connected until their wedding.

They sometimes sneak around the palace to try new places to do it in: throne room, meeting room, garden. They wanted to spice up their nighttime activity, and were curious on how it would feel to worry about being found out. They also like playing with the other while they work.

🍪: Almost daily, nighttime. Highschool sweethearts, feeling safe and trusted in each other's arms and don't want to be separated from each other. They're so smitten with one another, they have to make passionate love before sleeping.

Senior year, the two were getting extra touchy with each other for a long while and saw the opportunity when his sister's soccer team went out for pizza. His mother knew what was going when they said they were heading to the house and embarrassed them for a bit before wishing them luck.

They rarely did it during the rest of highschool or afterwards since they were living in their parents' house. However, getting their first apartment together and having that alone time, they broke in their new bed pretty quickly. The new place also brought experimentation on ways to pleasure one another.

🐼: Daily, whenever they're turned on. A panda and a snake, a strange pairing but they trust the other to take care of them. Their relationship is very intimate.

After a year of dating, they were kissing when Drake's hand got very bold and began playing with her. Once she finished, she dragged his ass to his bedroom.

One time, he had her body upside-down to eat her out and got shot in the eye when she climaxed, still finds it funny. Another time, she walked in on him riding a toy stuck to the wall of the shower because she heard him moaning and thought to surprise him. Didn't expect that. Because of that scene, she used a vibrator on him instead of her strap-on during an lustful night. He liked it.

🎨: Almost daily, morning or nighttime. Normal couple things like eating dinner together, watching TV together, seeing each other in the morning and night. Unless the partner is a freak and makes everyday satisfying, then you have Quinn and Kayden.

After eight months of their relationship, he boldly touched them and kissed them during their shower together. They both came of the bathroom satisfied.

Quinn always wears lingerie during nighttime activities and it almost stays on everytime. Morning sex is even fingering them and riding him in bed or railing them in the shower. There has been times they done it in the afternoon because Quinn is snucky.

🪷: Almost daily, morning. Morning sunshine to absorb up vitamin D through their flowers and feel the warmth on the skin while getting it on. Having a toxic flower can turn you into a freak, in a good way.

A year of being together, the two were organizing the tools in Annalise's parents' shed when it started raining. Not wanting to get wet or catch a cold, they waited for the rain to stop and took the opportunity to rebel against her parents.

There's a spot in the garden that has no plants and uneven soil, that's where they have their morning "coffee" if the day is nice or didn't want to stay in bed. Their bodies are covered in dirt afterwards and sometimes have another round in the shower.

🎬: Four times a week, morning or afternoon. The actress and barista, flirting between breaks to doing it between breaks. Because her acting career is demanding, she spends every second she can with Wendy and get in some needed closeness.

After two years of dating and a steamy movie, didn't even try to enter the bedroom when getting it on. But did run in afterwards for a second round.

The places they go for some "closeness" is Actress's dressing room or hotel room if they're traveling together to a set. One time, a cast member was knocking on the dressing room door for the next shoot while the couple were in the middle of screwing. They were annoyed at having to get done quickly.

⏱️: Five times a week, whenever is the right time. With her career of crafting clocks and having the ability to tell the time without looking, every second cannot be wasted. The perfect ability to get every last second with Zack.

Year and a half of being together, she closed her shop for the day and were doing tasks when he boldly slid his hand down her body and said some naughty words. She acted neutral and continued what she was doing, then asked him to follow her to the backroom and slammed him against the wall.

The backroom has been used a good enough during her lunch breaks, has a spot in the corner just for it. Once they done it in the shop after it closed and felt thrilled at him nailing her on the front counter. Because of her talent, she makes sure she gets everything she can from sex before climaxing.

🌆: Almost daily, morning and sometimes nighttime. Party animals that need a morning pick me up to get themselves through the day until the city comes alive at night. However, they get lucky enough to run into each other at a party and use that opportunity for another round.

Unexpected hookup in a private room at a party and were shunned when they removed their masks to see their friend. Went for a second round and decided to date.

They have accidentally done it in front of a group of people during a party and the group didn't say anything until the couple were done. They both immediately went home. Another time, they snuck in a "special" private room and had a time in there. They used the toys, oils, positions in the magazines and did whatever they could until they couldn't go anymore and went home.

💎: Daily, nighttime. Captains of their pirate crew and unexpected lovers across the sea, not letting the waves ruin her fun with Quinn. However, staying at inn on land have them destroying the room and themselves.

She made a deal with them after claiming their ship and started a physical relationship before romantic one years later. The romance made it better.

Always does it in the captain quarters while on the ship, but there was once they had sex in the bird nest and she couldn't focus on the sky from how intense they were, both from their member and mouth. Another time, a crew member entered the captain quarters without knocking and saw Quinn eating her.

🗃️: Four-five times a week, nighttime unless she needs a morning pick me up. The detective and criminal, interesting duo to shake whatever flat surface they're using. She acts like she hates Drake, but the moaning and panting reveals she doesn't.

Ten months of dating, she was in her dressing room when he decided to move to the next level of their relationship. She was loving towards him afterwards.

Despite having sex four-five times a week, he always fingers or eats her before or after her show. The only time she doesn't get that is when she doesn't do a show, but he just shows up at her office to do it. Her office has a pack of condoms and lube in a secret part of her drawer because of him.

☕: Daily, whenever and wherever. She's the boss of a dangerous organization and will do whatever and whoever she wants. The crew have the images of her and Annalise fucking burn in their brains.

Accidental hookup. Annalise was flirted by a woman at the bar and later woke up in her bed, realizing who she slept with.

At the beginning of their relationship, they always had hate sex since Annalise was only dating her to get benefits and use her. BB saw through that and made the relationship difficult for the redhead. There was a lot pettiness between them. But eventually, they achieved an actual relationship and got disgusting with their affection.

🔮: Almost daily, nighttime. Magician and merchant, friendship to partners that can't get an enough of one another. Her and her magic shop aren't safe when Quinn comes back after a long business trip.

Dating two years when they boldly touched her while she was changing and slowly eased her into shaking the bed together. Did it again in the morning.

The palace bath wasn't safe when they were allowed to use it, had her body being washed while being railed. Always uses the same table when they do it in the shop, and is the only table without items and only has a pretty tablecloth on it.

🪞: Almost daily, afternoon. After the magic realm fusion with the mortal world, it has been difficult adapting to this new world. However, that doesn't stop her and Quinn from exploring and discovering new places, even finding perfect spots for some alone time.

Dating two years when they left the campsite for a more private area to touch each other. It was tricky because of her long limbs and claws, but eventually got the rhythm.

Quinn asked her to dominant them by holding their legs to their chest and pound their hole. They made the strap-on just for this and loved how terrifying and exciting it was. Another time, they had sex while floating in the air because of a small tornado that was harmless and easy to escape from.

🔪: Five times a week, afternoon or nighttime. The pact of lust has her in a chokehold sometimes after her first time with Zack. Despite her busy schedule, nothing will keep her from squeezing every second they have alone to make love.

Two and half years of being together, making out and caressing each other's skin when she asked for it. Asmo bought her a cake to congratulate her when she visited the Devildom.

She always has the door locked tight if she makes love him in her Devildom bedroom, and never lets anyone sit at the end of the table. They have done it in the morning before heading out to RAD. It was a normal shower when hands starting touching and stroking certain areas and ended up banging against the wall. Asmo was smirking the whole time during breakfast.

🪽: Three times a week, nighttime. Gentleness, trust, respect, Simeon is the charming prince she has been looking for her whole life. Being able to have him this close to her is heaven.

Year and half when Simeon expressed wanting to get intimate with her. After making preparation, they laid on her bedroom and gently made love.

Simeon is pretty bold sometimes on trying new methods since everything is new to him. They always do it in her apartment, but there was times she dared to get intimate in her Devildom room. The door was locked, of course, but Simeon pumping her in that room was thrilling to her.

🥀: Four times a week, whenever they're free. After agreeing to date Thirteen, she found out how crazy their reaper can get. Every night together is exciting and satisfying.

The two were hanging out when Thirteen kissed her and touched her body while telling her she wanted her. After undressing the human and moving to the bed, she softly and heatedly made love to her.

One time, Thirteen convinced Luna to allow her eat her out while they were at the House of Lamentation. They hid under the stairwell and Luna covered her mouth with her hand, but the reaper kept testing her patience. Another time, they had sex in one of the classrooms and was almost caught.

⭐: Almost daily, whenever. You already know from the information in their respected posts. With Leona, or Malleus, or both of them, Alice's wants and needs are always satisfied by them.

📚: Three times a week, nighttime. Librarian and the gardener, enjoying the romance of their relationship and soft moments it brings. However, there's times their feelings are too much and have to rattle the bed for a bit.

After a romantic dinner of three years and soft affection, they moved to the bed to end the night perfectly by making love to each other. It was very steamy.

Bought a sex position book and tried some of them out. One time during a romantic outing, they drove their car to a isolated area and messed around in the backseat that they continued going until they couldn't because the night was so romantic.

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II. Strength | Edelweiss

pairing: joel miller x f!reader  rating: explicit, 18+, minors dni  warnings/tags: jackson era!joel, sharpshooter!reader, age difference [joel is mid 50s, reader is early to mid 30s], joel lives forever fight me, reader being a bona fide badass, canon compliant violence, hunting mention, infected and terrible humans present, mention of death, blood, and murder, hunger, passing mention of trauma-induced menopause, DUBCON [mention of a previous event], quick flirting bit with jackson!male oc, female reader, no physical description, protective!joel, joel’s really just a big softie, no use of y/n. word count: 5.2k series masterlist

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It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate all they were trying to do for you. You did. Truly. In a time when not giving people the benefit of the doubt and becoming entirely xenophobic was not only the norm, but easy, Tommy and Maria encouraged the others within Jackson to treat you like one of their own. At least for this month. During your trial period. Probation. And you appreciated their patience with you as they tried to assimilate you into the culture. Dina hadn’t grown frustrated when your lack of upper body strength made feeding and watering the livestock difficult. Seth only made mildly offensive comments toward you when you fumbled orders at the Tipsy Bison and poured a pint of beer that was nearly all foam. Maria managed to hide her disapproval of your lack of enthusiasm to what you could only refer to as Jackson beautification. In reality, just a small handful of the townsfolk delegated to cleaning up the commune. Landscaping. Trash pickup and disposal. General maintenance. And of course there was Wendy who never balked or complained when your greenhouse shifts turned less into an act of work, and more into a study of the edelweiss.

The real problem was that you knew you could never serve them in the capacity they hoped for like this. Maybe in a different life under different circumstances, you could’ve played this role perfectly. A yearning for something else wouldn’t have been present, and you could live a somewhat normal, happy life in Jackson. And with just a week left of your trial run, you told Tommy as much. Told him that you really did appreciate him, but this wasn’t working out. Told him that you’d never been good or reliable at anything except with the use of your gun. Told him that the men in the other group hadn’t brought you along on scouts only because you were a good lay. You didn’t need to be a good lay, it’s not like they cared one way or the other. It was because you were a sure thing with your gun. Told him that he was right – you didn’t miss very often. And told him that if they wanted you to be useful to the community, they were going to have to trust you enough to get you out on patrol. That you wouldn’t go rogue and shoot your partner.

Tommy nodded. Diplomatic. And said you were right. That he’d been denying the thing he knew to be your true talent. That he’d give you a shot and let you take his place on patrol for a day. Joel, however, wasn’t as enthusiastic when his brother told him the news. Something muttered over his shoulder as he pushed past you to get into the armory, like, if she fuckin’ shoots me, Tommy, I swear to God…

You followed him into the armory, where metal cases on the wall, currently unlocked and unlatched, held a line of rifles and handguns. All looked a little different, coming from all walks of life before they ended up in Jackson. Somewhere behind you, you heard Tommy yell back at his brother, at this point, I’d fuckin’ shoot you, Joel. But it all drowned out to nothingness because the very real discovery in front of you was that your rifle wasn’t among the others in the cases. Yours was gone and a fury started to grow inside you. Which one of these scummy, good for nothing…

“Here,” Joel said gruffly, nudging your arm. 

In his hands, outstretched in your direction, was your prized possession. You grabbed it from him without hesitation; fingers running over the wood and metal, searching for anything that hadn’t been there almost a month ago when you’d last touched it. Anything that clued you in to the fact that someone else had put their mark on it. But you found none. And while still examining it, Tommy led you out of the armory and toward the gate with the other patrolmen.

“You and Joel are at the ski lodge today. It’s about a thirty minute ride north. Usually not too many sightings of anything up there, but the infected start to migrate in with the colder weather so you gotta stay sharp,” Tommy handed you the reins to a horse, which you immediately went to mount. And once settled atop it, with your rifle in one hand and the reins in the other, he spoke again, “hate to say this as you’re heading out, but… that’s my brother, so if somethin’ happens to him, I’m comin’ after you.”

“Yeah and if he does somethin’ to me, who’s goin’ after him?” You tugged the reins to the left, angling toward the large wood gates that you’d stepped through for the first time three weeks ago.

In a community yet not part of the community. It was a weird limbo to be in. That hadn’t happened in the last group – even if that was only fueled by their desire to get in your pants. Maybe that was the reason you weren’t part of this community yet. And you couldn’t even blame Tommy. Had you not killed the man who’d obliterated your family three weeks ago? Had you not taken the chance to hunt him when it was presented to you? Why would Tommy be any different?

You weren’t sure if Joel only spoke under the veil of darkness. The most words he’d ever spoken to you were on the porch that first night. Every other time – during the day – it seemed he went out of his way to avoid getting near enough to have to speak to you. But here and now, on patrol, there was nowhere for him to go except the same place you were going. And though he rode even with you (you took it as a great success that he didn’t remain a few paces behind you with a gun pointed in your direction), his eyes remained fixed straight ahead. His lips pulled into a thin line.

“She’s your daughter?” you chirped, almost too happily given that the response you’d get in return was an icy glare. “The one I saw on the first day. When you jammed my gun into my back,”

Joel returned his gaze to the wide open space in front of him. The lodge so close now. The muscle in his jaw clenched; teeth gritted.

“She hangs ‘round the barn a lot. To see Dina. Always has something to say about you. You two in a fight?”

“Drop it,” he growled.

You smiled to yourself, taking his verbal response as a win. You forced him into speaking. “I was a teenage girl once. Nothing seemed to piss me off like my parents could. They weren’t even bad parents. I suppose it would’ve been different if they had been. But that’s the thing about teenage girls,” you dug your heels into your horse and got it trotting away, toward the lodge, “they always run home to father.”

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It was more spectacular of a place than you ever thought you’d see. A real-life palace. High ceilings. Big windows. You were sure at one point the furniture would’ve been considered luxury. Now it was worn and dusty and showed its age.

Joel approached a small table off to the side and flipped open the cover to a leather bound notebook. He scanned through the pages until he settled on one about a third of the way through. There must’ve not been anything particularly interesting in it, because it was just a quick glance before he closed it.

“So what do we do?” You looked up, inspecting the high-points visible from this great room. Rifle angled down at the floor.

His answer came delayed as he angled his head to the left, seemingly listening for something. When he finally spoke, it was in a hushed tone, “clear it, then post up on the upstairs balcony. You take the second floor. I’ll clear down here,”

“You’re not gonna shoot me, are you?”

Joel turned his back on you and started toward a large doorway at the opposite end of the room, “not on purpose.”

Inspecting your new surroundings once again, you found the stairway to the second level and slowly ascended it, rifle poised and ready. God, it felt good to have it back in your hands again. It had been like you’d had a limb missing for the last month. You were complete again. Restored with the bountiful confidence that maybe was foolish to have in this day and age. Hell, you could turn a corner and a clicker could be in front of your face. Coming back to that reality, you got your head back on your shoulders, your focus on the task at hand, and every one of your senses tuned in. 

Each new room you entered, it grew harder to keep that focus. It was all so grandiose, and maybe even in the very back of your head, you wondered when this patrol was going to take the turn that all previous patrols had taken. You remembered the very first one – with George and James. They’d made you prove your skills by taking down a mountain buck a quarter mile down the barrel of your gun. It was child’s play. Almost insulting that they’d think that was anywhere near a hard shot. And of course you made the kill. An hour later after you walked to it and the men finished field dressing it, James pushed you up against the nearest tree not covered in deer blood, and ripped your pants down your legs. At the time you didn’t know to fight him on it. Maybe fighting him on it would’ve gotten you in the same position as the deer. But if you had known that was going to become routine, maybe you would have.

Now this was your first patrol with a new group. With a man no less. And a man that seemed to wield a great deal of power in the community. A man that, if he went back to Jackson with something bad to say of you, meant that Tommy would be comin’ after you. An eight year sentence had already been served, what was a little bit longer?

Joel called your name from what you assumed was the stairwell; his voice distant but growing nearer. You spoke up to give him a clue of your whereabouts, and only a few seconds later, he entered the room you were in. The sling of his rifle over his shoulder. You’d found yourself paralyzed in thought in what you only knew to describe as a library. A long wall of books, some sad-looking, broken lounge chairs, and a long velvet upholstered couch. Dusty and in desperate need of a cleaning, you figured it was still a better option than up against a tree.

Joel looked up at the wall of books and closed the gap between you, “y’read much?”

You could sense him right behind you. Over your shoulder. The energy was buzzing off of him, and you figured this was it. “Not really,” you turned to face him, and set your gun down at one side of the couch. “How do you guys do this?”

“Do what?” His eyebrows furrowed, ultimately confused.

Hands gesturing between your bodies, you almost felt annoyed at his level of coyness. Couldn’t he just get on with it? “The sex,”

Joel choked on his breath and hacked out a cough, “what?”

“It’s just been a month, so it’s gonna be…” your hands migrated down to your pants and swiftly undid the button. Joel’s hands quickly flew to your wrists and held them still. You caught his eyes on you and the look made you want to disappear into thin air.

“We don’t do that,” his eyes flicked down to his hands where they held yours, and he released them and stepped away from you in one fell swoop. “How many times did they do that to you on patrol?” Joel's entire expression fell.

“Every time,”

“Fuck,” Joel scrubbed his hands over his face. He knew people were terrible before the outbreak. Knew men found ways to press their will onto innocent women. But there was nothing like the apocalypse to make people even worse. He couldn’t relive this memory… of finding Ellie after David and the sheer look of fear and panic on her face. And then when he removed his hands from his face and looked at you again, whatever memory he didn’t want to relive, was emphasized by how much he didn’t want you to relive it.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

“No,” Joel cut you off, shaking his head almost angrily. “No one’s gonna do that to you here. ‘nd if they try, you send ‘em my way, alright?”

You nodded sheepishly.

“Alright,” Joel reached past you and picked up your gun from the couch. He thrust it back into your hands, “balcony’s out this way.”

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“You ever think someone could see your head stickin’ out from above the railing?” The question came with more sass than you thought it would. That type of tone would’ve gotten you something terrible with James and George.

You were belly down on the deck, barrel of your gun positioned between the wood slats of the balcony railing; well concealed. Joel, however, was kneeling next to you, head above the top of the railing, with a pair of chunky binoculars in front of his eyes. And from the corner of your eye, you saw him yank the binoculars away and look down at you with a lopsided grin. 

“When you’re my age, it’s a little harder to get down like that. Might never get back up,” he chuckled and lifted the binoculars up to his eyes again. “‘Sides, don’t you think I’d see ‘em first?”

“No,”

That made Joel laugh a little harder and he relented to abandoning his post as it stood, and turned over, ass down on the ground with his back against the railing. He took a deep breath and set the binoculars beside him. A quick glance to the side at you – which you caught from your periphery again.

“How long have you and your daughter been in Jackson?”

His eyes widened, and at that, you pulled your eye away from the scope and returned his gaze. You thought the new eye contact would send his focus elsewhere, yet you were the one who folded first. Too nervous to withstand more of that ice cold, death stare. You set your cheek back on the gunstock and looked down the scope, scanning the treeline west of your position.

“Ellie,” Joel huffed and turned over onto his stomach. Propped up on his elbows, he picked up the binoculars and looked through the slats in the railing. “Awhile,”

“How long has she been ignoring you?”

“How do you know she’s ignoring me?” Neither of you looked at each other, but in the silence he continued, “not as long as we’ve been in Jackson.”

“And how much longer do you think it’s gonna be ‘til you spot the two runners?”

Joel snapped to attention; the ferocity of his movement heightening as he moved the binoculars vigorously, searching. “Where?”

“Half mile down the edge of my nose,” your sight stayed locked on the two runners, hobbling out from the treeline. It took Joel an extra moment. Time for them to come out into the open. Then the rustling beside you began, and you knew it was Joel scrambling to get his gun. “Don’t worry about it,” you mumbled, pulling off the glove on your trigger hand with your teeth, then quickly chambered a round. But he still kicked and went for his gun, vibrating the old wood beneath you. “Stay still, goddammit!”

Whether it was because no one had ever dared to speak to him that way before, or because he just didn’t expect it from you, Joel did pause. Now standing straight up and holding the binoculars to his eyes, spotting the runners, it allowed you the chance to take action. A slow and steady inhale gave you the opportunity to line up your sight with the head of the first runner. An even steadier exhale as you got ready to apply pressure to the trigger. And then when your lungs were empty, you paused your breathing and squeezed the trigger. Your shoulder absorbed the recoil of the gun, and a second later through the scope, you watched the first runner fall lifeless to the grass. Without much rush, you chambered another round to go for the second, while beside you…

“Shoot!” 

Joel was as good as tuned out right now. Nothing could have rattled you short of your gun being physically ripped out of your hands. Inhale. Exhale. Shoot. Only when the second runner collapsed to the ground, a victim to your skill, did you pull your eye away from the scope, and brush the shell casings away from your side. Clambering up to your knees and eventually into a standing position, you looked out toward the trees. 

“C’mon,” you tilted your head to the side, urging Joel to come with you. “If someone’s out there, they’ve seen my muzzle flash twice from this position. Let’s move,”

You turned to re-enter the lodge, figuring you could just as well post up at one of the upstairs windows. Joel fell in step even with you, holding his gun at his side. “How long’ve you been shootin’ like this?”

“Twenty-some-odd years,” you mumbled coolly, re-entering the library. “How long’ve you been hard of hearing in your right ear?”

A smirk flashed over his face. It was there and gone in an instant and was quickly replaced by something resembling pain. “Twenty-some-odd years,”

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The rest of the patrol was quiet. Thankfully. Though you had complete confidence in your skill, it was always a better day when you didn’t have to rely on it. Having to rely on it meant you were in, or were shortly going to find yourself in, a sticky situation. As the mid-afternoon sun beat down hard, you were relieved by Jesse and Astrid – two people you’d only happened upon in passing in Jackson. Before leaving the lodge, Joel showed you how to fill out the log book, writing down your names, and documenting what had happened. When he noted “two runners spotted and downed at treeline”, you insisted he write your name there, clarifying that you had been the one who killed both infected. He begrudgingly agreed.

The ride back to Jackson was even quieter than the rest of the patrol had been. Whatever camaraderie had been established at the lodge seemed to have been put on ice the closer you got to the tall gates of the commune. It was almost as if Joel found it acceptable to be a friend to you as long as he wasn’t near the rest of the town. The first words actually spoken on the ride back was when he instructed you to stop your horse. He pulled two flags out of his pocket – one white and one red. Instructed you that white was all clear, and red meant… well, you know… not all clear. Told you that you better wave that flag high and proud when you were coming back from patrol. More than once in his early days in Jackson, someone on lookout on the wall had taken pop shots at him when his waving of the white flag wasn’t up to snuff. You glanced up at the wall and took stock of the guards there – two on either side of the gates, moving to open it up, while their partners remained at high attention, for anyone or anything that might’ve been trailing you back.

It was almost like you had forgotten that the worst part was about to happen. You’d dismount your horse and have to carry on into the armory, whereupon your rifle – which you’d just proved was your best asset – would be ripped from your hands and showcased up on a wall for the taking of any regular joe. Surely that would happen. Because just one foot crossed the threshold before Joel was ripping your rifle out of your hands, steadily moving up to one of the cases on the wall where he replaced his gun. You knew you were about to see yours right up alongside it. But then the strangest thing happened. Instead of stowing your gun next to his, he took yours back deeper into the armory, into another dark room. And too timid to follow him, you remained frozen in place, eyes locked on the doorway until Joel came back through it empty-handed.

He ambled back to you, his arm bumping against your shoulder, “c’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

And he did. And you let him. Trust was always a choice and though not many people had deserved yours in the last handful of years, you chose to give Joel – and Tommy and Maria – the benefit of the doubt. If there were shades of Joel that resembled the men of your last pack, you figured they would’ve come out while on patrol today. Away from everyone else. When you were still new enough for everyone to take Joel’s side instead of yours. But he’d treated you kindly. Like a human. God, wasn’t that just the absolute minimum. The bar was in hell.

Though Joel knew where your cottage was, and probably knew the quickest route to get there. He let you dictate the path. One you were sure wasn’t the fastest one. One that meandered through more of the quiet house-lined streets than was necessary. But it had been your preferred path. Almost like you were doing a neighborhood watch. The sorts you’d done on your family’s land long before George and James scooped you up. It gave you a sense of normalcy; and in it, the strength to turn your head and look up at Joel.

“What’s in that back room in the armory? The one you left my gun in.”

Seemingly catching your gaze out of the corner of his eye, Joel shifted his focus to his feet, kicking up dust with each new step. “Tommy’s got a chest,”

“A safe?”

“S’not that high tech. Just a box with a lock on it. If I’m bein’ honest, it’d be pretty easy to break into,” he looked up from the ground and into your eyes, finding you already nodding. “I know not having your gun on you here was a sacrifice. Least I could do,”

Lips parted and ready to speak but nothing came out. You ascended your porch and nudged the front door open. Maybe the action itself caught Joel off-guard because he hadn’t assumed anyone would leave their property unlocked, but when you looked back at him, he was approaching the threshold with a furrowed brow. “Actually, it’s not the least you could do,” you stepped further into the house and left the door open for him, figuring – knowing – he’d follow. “Reckon you could do far less. So… I appreciate it. Thanks,”

And then, pulling open the refrigerator (a true luxury in this day in age), you remembered the hunger. And just how much you were lacking in the ‘ability to host guests’ department. The appliance was mostly devoid of contents. Just a spare apple and a handful of carrots you’d managed to sneak out of the greenhouse. Maybe that wasn’t the way to go about things in Jackson. But to be honest, you weren’t really sure how to go about it. In a rush, you closed the door so Joel wouldn’t see just how struggling you were. But when you turned to face him again, you found him by the modest wood table. Fingers nudged the “Diva Cup” box off to the side.

“You can give that back to Maria,” you mentioned off-hand. So much so that Joel nearly jumped backward. 

He pulled his hand back and shoved both into the pockets of his jacket. With a gulp, he swallowed down a breath. “Might need it. You– I mean– the women– we don’t got any of the other things here,”

You forced a smile, “I don’t need it.”

“‘Kay,” Joel nodded and took another breath. As soon as the fresh air filled his lungs, he had something else to say, “you don’t need food neither, or you’re on some weird apocalyptic diet?” He grinned a little wider when the look on your face turned positively pained. 

“I don’t have anything to trade for food, so…”

The crease between Joel’s eyebrows intensified in his confusion, “when’s the last time you ate a full meal?”

You shook your head, fearing that if he saw you in the slightest bit weak, it’d mean you’d be cast out. “I’m fine. It hasn’t been that long,”

“When,”

You looked up at the ceiling and shook your head again. “Tommy and Maria asked me to eat with them at the dining hall,”

“When?” Joel insisted.

You shrugged your shoulders as if you’d had so many full meals recently that it was hard to pinpoint this one. When in reality… “Last week sometime,”

Before you knew it, forks clinked on porcelain. Porcelain. Another luxury. You couldn’t remember the last time (outside of Jackson), that you’d eaten on a real plate and not some tin container or by picking things off a spit and putting them directly into your mouth.

Yet the tableware was really the least interesting thing about this. The meal – prepared by Joel. The whiskey – real. The setting – his fucking house. How different it was from your modest dwelling. Yours, impersonal, sparse with nothing there that was really yours. But a little bit of Joel was in everything here. The tattered boots being dried by heat from the fireplace. The guitar laying on the couch. The wood trinkets that sat on almost every imaginable surface. After asking about them, he confessed that he’d taken up whittling with all his new free time now that Ellie wasn’t talking to him. 

And through it all, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic for how domestic this all seemed. Imagined this was what you would’ve been up to at this stage in life if the world hadn’t screeched to a halt and done a 180. You could see yourself at a table just like this with a husband a little bit like Joel. Big. Brooding. Could see yourself sitting in front of the fireplace with your husband. Reading, catching up. How was your day? Oh I just ran a couple errands. And when the catching up was done, you could see you and him going up to your shared bedroom, having some passionate entanglement, and then passing out. In another reality, you imagined you could really see yourself enjoying sex. 

“You don’t have to trade anything for food,”

You looked up from your plate and over at Joel.

“You’re working in the community. Goin’ on patrol, putting your life on the line to protect the group. That’s why you get to eat. Not ‘cause you got something else to give,”

“Didn’t want anyone to think I was bumming for handouts,”

Joel shook his head and scooped through his food despite using a fork instead of a spoon. “You’re workin’. So grab yourself some things from the greenhouse, and I can help you butcher up some meat. You’ll need the strength,”

His mention of the greenhouse sparked your memory. Of something you’d meant to ask him on patrol. But after the embarrassment you’d faced propositioning sex, and then the adrenaline of having to prove your skill, it’d slipped your mind. “You been to the greenhouse lately?”

He shook his head again and looked up at you, reaching for his glass of whiskey, “I’m pretty much on patrol full time.”

“Wendy’s got this flower there. Edelweiss, she calls it. I’ve never seen anything like it. She said Jesse found it on patrol and brought it back. Was wonderin’ if you knew where he found it?”

Joel took a quick sip and set the glass back down, quickly moving back for his fork. “Probably fuckin’ poisonous or somethin’,”

“No, it’s pretty. Little. She said it sometimes grows right on rocks. Kinda weird, don’t you think?”

“I think it’s kinda weird Jesse’s out pickin’ flowers when he should be focusing on a patrol,”

You giggled. Joel had a point. Of all the things of importance in today’s way of life, gardening seemed to be the least of it. And yet… “I think it’s kind of romantic of him. Maybe he picked ‘em for his partner.” Then, staring at Joel from the corner of your eye, “you got a girlfriend?”

Joel coughed at your abruptness. He set his fork down and took up his whiskey tumbler. “Tommy’s tried settin’ me up with a couple women,”

“No one serious?”

He smirked and shook his head. Picked his fork back up and stabbed at a carrot – your only contribution to the dinner. “They all seem to come to the conclusion that I’m cold,”

“No,” you elongated the end of the word with feigned disbelief. “Not with your sunny disposition,”

Joel laughed. Admittedly it was a little shocking at how easy it seemed to come from him. “Big talk from someone who just spent the last eight years with a bunch’a scumbags,”

“Yeah, well, I’m fucked up.”

His smile lasted a little longer. Long enough for you to both get your wits about you and where you’d brought the conversation. “You ever have a boyfriend in that group of assholes?”

You shook your head with a grin. Consider one of those guys a partner? Absolutely not. “Never had a boyfriend, period. Sounds like a feat but it’s actually not hard when the world shits the bed in your adolescence and your entire existence becomes warding off strangers or muddling through some bad dick just so they don’t shoot you.” With one last bite, and now sufficiently full, you leaned back in the chair, satisfied.

“Jesus,” Joel wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned back to match your posture.

“But you… I bet you were batting off women left and right before the outbreak,”

Another fond smile swept over his face, “I had a daughter so my escapades sorta tempered out there.”

“Ellie’s not that ol–”

“Ellie’s not mine biologically,” he stretched out and stared at his hands. “Guess she’s really not mine at all. Just a kid I met along the way. Can’t even get her to look at me,” Joel finished off his whiskey in one big gulp and set the glass back on the table with a heavy clink. “Did’ya mean what you said earlier? ‘bout teenage girls?”

Your eyes flicked back to Joel’s face. He looked pensive, almost hopeful that you had. That Ellie would run home to father. And even if he wasn’t actually hers, that she would indeed come back to him. “I did,” you assured and leaned forward in your seat. With hands outstretched across the table, you reached out for Joel though you knew he wouldn’t reach back. “There wasn’t one thing in life I didn’t run back to my dad for. Dad could fix anything. F’I didn’t know how to handle something… if I couldn’t handle something… he always picked it up for me. That’s what good fathers do and I reckon you’re a pretty good father. She’ll come around. Everyone runs back to safety,”

[catmomscrocheting]

Official RP rules and fandom list

Hi Everyone! I'm Faith She/Her. I took a long break from roleplaying for my own mental health, and I'm finally in a place to get back into it. If there is anyone who I used to roleplay with that'd like to reach out and maybe start anything knew take a look at the list below and send me a message!

Rules

Please be 18+ as I do allow smut

I am quite busy with work so it may take me some time to reply so please be patient!

I only do Canon x Canon unless I'm very close with someone. In such situations this may change.

Not a rule but I enjoy sharing headcanons, fanart, memes, TikTok, theories, hell even playlists so if any of that sounds good take a look and see if we have any fandoms in common!

I'm in the process of revamping my account and decided I'd make and official list of all my fandoms and ships I prefer.

⭐- Currently in

✨- Might not be in but able to RP nonetheless.

🌙-Not in

Arcane ⭐

Timebomb (I'd prefer to play Jinx)

CaitVi (I'd prefer to play Cait.)

Jayvik (Prefer Viktor)

Zaundads (Can play either)

I can also do some not-so-popular ships as well.

Half Life ⭐

Freehoun (Can play either but prefer Gordon)

HLVRAI ✨

Frenrey (I'd prefer to play Gordon)

Tommy × Darnold (Can play Either)

Tommy x Forzen ( Can play either)

Forzen x Darnold (Can play either)

Forzen x Adrian (Id prefer to play Adrian)

Portal✨

Chell x Wheatley (Prefer Chell)

Cave x Caroline (Prefer Caroline)

Rattman x Chell (Prefer Chell)

Rattman x Wheatley (Prefer Wheatley)

Left 4 Dead 1&2 ✨

Zoey x Ellis (Prefer Zoey)

Zoey x Louis (Prefer Zoey)

Rochelle x Nick (Can play either)

Rochelle x Francis (Can play either)

Nick x Ellis (Prefer Nick)

Stanley Parable 🌙

Stanley x Narrator (Prefer Stanley)

Tf2 🌙

Multishipper but the characters below are who I prefer to play

Pauling

Sniper

Bidwell

Engineer

Spy

Scouts Mom

Soldier

Jazzpunk ✨

Polyblank x The Editor (Prefer The Editor)

Eddsworld ✨

TomTord (I prefer playing Tom, and I prefer a future setting)

Pau x Pat (Prefer to play Pau)

Colalosers ( Prefer to play Edd)

MattMark (Prefer Mark)

MattJon (Prefer Matt)

Larry x Bing (Prefer Larry)

Matildna ||Matilda x Edna my hc fem name for Eduardo|| (Prefer Matilda)

I can also do Female versions of any of these

Detroit Become Human ✨

Reed900 (Can play either)

Chloe x Connor (Prefer Chloe)

Kara x Connor (Prefer Kara)

Kara x Luther (Prefer Kara)

Simon x Marcus (Prefer Simon)

Stardew Valley ✨

Shane x Harvey (Can play either)

Overwatch 🌙

Ask about ships

Undertale 🌙

Sans x Toriel (Prefer Toriel)

Papyrus x Mettaton (Prefer Papyrus)

Asgore x Gastor (Prefer Asgore)

FNAF 🌙

Multishipper

Pacific Rim ⭐

Raleigh x Mako (Prefer Mako)

Newt x Hermann (Prefer Hermann)

Hellboy (Perlman or comics) ⭐

I am a multishipper (No twincest-) but here's my preferred characters I like to play

Liz Sherman

John Myers

Nuala

Krauss

Kate

Agent Clay

Sydney Leech

Marble Hornets 🌙

Multishipper, but I mainly prefer to play Tim

The Bad Guys 🌙

Diane x Mo (Prefer Diane)

TWDG 🌙

Luke x Nick (Prefer Luke)

Lee x Kenny (Prefer Lee)

Clementine x Louis (Prefer Clem)

Minecraft story mode 🌙

Male Jesse x Lucas (Prefer Jesse)

Mlp 🌙

Multishipper

Don't hug me I'm scared (Prefer human ver.)🌙

Red Guy x Duck (Prefer Duck)

Colin x Shrignold ( Prefer Collin.)

Wordgirl (Must be a future setting)✨

Tobecky (Prefer Becky)

South Park Post Covid (Will do other settings but characters must be 18+)🌙

Style (Prefer Stan)

Craig x Tweek (Prefer Craig)

Butters x Kenny (Prefer Butters)

Bebe x Wendy (Can play either)

Scott x Clyde (Prefer Clyde)

The Dark Crystal 🌙

Jen x Kira (Prefer Kira)

Brea x Kylan (Prefer Brea)

Deet x Rian (Prefer Deet)

Seladon x Gurjin (Prefer Seladon)

SCP 🌙

Oc x oc only

Venom (Tom Hardy ver)✨

Venom x Eddie (Prefer Eddie)

[willowisapillow]

💙💚🌹 In The Power Of Love 🌹💚💙

🥰🏳️‍🌈 Happy gae month, y’all! 🏳️‍🌈🥰

June is about to come to an end, but thought I’d drop some art anyways. And I’m right on time because today is Sailor Moon’s birthday! Way back in March, I drew Randy and Sharon as Goku and Chichi, now I’m drawing some other South Park characters I love as another Toei Animation anime couple I love. My girls Laura and Ms. Tweak dressed up as everyone’s favorite Sailor Scout cousi- oop- I mean couple. That kinda slipped out teehee 🤭

These two ladies have always been another one of some of my favorite parents in the show. I just absolutely love Laura’s strong-willed, no-nonsense, zero f’s given attitude, and her constant use of just flipping the bird. Also loved how accepting she was of Craig being gay, along with the relationship she has with her hubby, Thomas. She also shares the same name as my mom :D

As for Ms. Tweak (who I sometimes call by my fan name for her, Tabitha), while I don’t love her or find her as interesting as Laura, I still really like her, she’s a very calm and tranquil woman, and I find it funny how she’s a bit of a coffeeholic lol

I also kinda ship these two, Ik that they’re already married, but I just think that they’d make a cute couple. Besides, I’ve seen other people in the fandom ship the other parents with each other, like Randy x Gerald or Sharon x Liane (both ships I really enjoy as well), so Imma include Laura x Ms. Tweak as part of the bunch too because yes. They’d honestly have a fun dynamic 💕

Been wanting to crossover South Park with Sailor Moon for a very very long time because it’s one of my absolute favorite animes of all time, and I’ve been currently obsessing over it again for the past few months 😭

Thought that drawing them as Sailor Uranus and Neptune would be pretty fitting for these two, since they both share similar personalities, and Neptune and Ms. Tweak practically share the same theme colors of their main outfits. Definitely planning on drawing the other ladies as the rest of the Sailor Team, since I already have some art planned for them like Sharon as Moon, Shelly as Chibi Moon, Liane as Mercury, Carol as Jupiter, Wendy as Saturn, etc.

🌹 🍃 🌊 🌹

[writin-with-the-blues]

Introduction Post

Requests Open!

Hello my name is Blues or Blue, whatever you prefer, bonus points if you figure out a unique nickname. I am a queer Trans man who uses He/Him pronouns.

I am currently trying to expand my writing skills and I hope that this will help me in some way. Also I am not used to this site, whatsoever. This post will be updated depending on what happens.

Things I will write:

I am willing to write both platonic and romantic pairings as long as it doesn’t defy what I won’t write. I am willing to do both x reader and ships.

The types of requests I am taking are one shots, head cannons with a Drabble, and just head cannons.

I am willing to do some triggering topics as long as their is a trigger warning in some way before you suggest it.

Things I won’t write:

General stuff, like homophobia, racism, transphobia, Necrophilla, scat, being a TERF.

I absolutely won’t write proships generally, incestuous relationships (even pseudo), minor and adult (romantic), abuse and victim (including bullying). Yandere’s, obsessive behavior, and over controlling behavior.

S/A is also under this list, regardless of situation. Not even for comfort or fluff.

Fandoms I write for:

Don’t Starve:

Romantic and Platonic

Wilson

Willow

Wolfgang

WX-78

Wickerbottom

Woodie

Wes

Maxwell

Wigfrid

Winona

Warly

Wormwood

Wortox

Wanda

Exclusively Platonic

Wendy

Webber

Wurt

Walter

Fallout

Most things are on the table for romantic just follow the list previously

JoJo’s bizarre adventure

I am willing to write any characters from part one to part six. As for specifics, most of the characters can be written Romantically or Platonically however there are exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

A minor with an adult pairing

All children, on the top of my head Anne, Emporio, and Hayoto

One Piece

I do this sometimes but I will put it on the list anyway. I will not write Boa Hancock under any circumstances.

Romantic and Platonic

Almost all of the Straw Hat Pirates

Other fan favorites that I can’t think up of the top of my head.

Exclusively Platonic

All children, including Chopper.

Team Fortress 2

All characters are allowed for Romantic and Platonic pairings with some exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

Family members

Scout and Miss Pauling (I find it uncomfortable.)

Stardew Valley

Romantic and Platonic

All romantic interests

Robin

Exclusively Platonic

Everyone else

[quinnhills]

what are your like, musical inspirations? :D

Animal Collective, The Beach Boys, The Beatles, Ben Folds Five, Beyoncé, Billy Joel, Black Belt Eagle Scout, Bob Dylan, Bon Iver, Buffy Sainte-Marie, Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, Dan Deacon, David Bowie, Destroyer, Dolly Parton, Elton John, Fleetwood Mac, Giorgio Moroder, Green Day, Haim, Hank Williams, Heart, Indigo Girls, Iron & Wine, Joan Baez, Jonathan Larson, Johnny Cash, John Prine, John Williams, Kendrick Lamar, LCD Soundsystem, Led Zeppelin, Leonard Cohen, Lil Nas X, Lizzo, Lorde, Miles Davis, The Mountain Goats, Mozart, Nina Simone, The O Brother Where Art Thou Soundtrack, Phoebe Bridgers, Prince, Pujol, The Rolling Stones, S.G. Goodman, Simon & Garfunkel, Stephen Sondheim, Sufjan Stevens, Tom Waits, Townes Van Zandt, Tracy Chapman, The War on Drugs, Wendy Carlos, Weezer, Weyes Blood

to name a few :)

[turblnce]

⛈⠀⠀𓄳  .        TURBULENCE   ﹙ 난기류 ﹚   are  a  six  piece  ensemble  that  debuted  under  true heaven  media  in  2018. dubbed “the formers”, turbulence has one of the worst reputations within the company.

⛈        KANG EUNBYEOL was born and raised in daegu, south korea. originally debuting as a member of WONDER GIRLS in 2007, eunbyeol would leave the group in 2016 for personal reasons. she would sign with TRUE HEAVEN later that year and debut with TURBULENCE after training for two years under the company. fans often refer to her as the “resident milf”.

⛈ : STAGE NAME. EUNBYEOL

⛈ : FULL NAME. KANG EUNBYEOL

⛈ : BIRTHDAY. APRIL 15, 1990

⛈ : HEIGHT. 164cm // 5’5”

⛈ : FORMERLY OF. WONDER GIRLS

⛈ : POSITIONS. LEADER, LEAD VOCAL, CENTRE, SUB RAPPER

⛈ : FACE CLAIM. KIM HYOJUNG

⛈        LEE SUNJI was born in 1994 in detroit, michigan. sunji was originally under sm and started her training at 13 in 2007 before debuting with F(X) two years later. she would promote with them up until 2016, before leaving the group and sm a year later because “her career wasn’t going anywhere”. she is one of the four members that were part of the original GO TURBO project.

⛈ : STAGE NAME. LEESUN

⛈ : FULL NAME. LEE SUNJI // EVEREST LEE

⛈ : BIRTHDAY. MAY 23, 1994

⛈ : HEIGHT. 159cm // 5’3”

⛈ : FORMERLY OF. F(X)

⛈ : POSITIONS. FACE OF THE GROUP, MAIN VOCAL

⛈ : FACE CLAIM. WENDY SON

⛈        ISHIMARU KEI was born and raised in kyoto, japan. popularly known as soundcloud producer TITAN, kei was scouted by TRUE HEAVEN in 2016, making him one of the four GO TURBO survivors.

⛈ : STAGE NAME. KEI

⛈ : FULL NAME. ISHIMARU KEITO

⛈ : BIRTHDAY. SEPTEMBER 1, 1995

⛈ : HEIGHT. 176cm // 5’9”

⛈ : POSITIONS. MAIN RAPPER, LEAD DANCER

⛈ : FACE CLAIM. NAKAMOTO YUTA

⛈        PARK HAEKI was born in daejeon, south korea. haeki temporarily promoted as an independent soloist in 2017 with the stage name KIRA. this then lead him to be scouted by TRUE HEAVEN and he would debut with TURBULENCE the year after.

⛈ : STAGE NAME. HAEKI

⛈ : FULL NAME. PARK HAEKI

⛈ : BIRTHDAY. DECEMBER 7, 1996

⛈ : HEIGHT. 183cm // 6’0”

⛈ : POSITIONS. LEAD VOCALIST

⛈ : FACE CLAIM. CHO SEUNGYON

⛈        SON AERIM was born in ottawa, canada in 1996. up until 2014, aerim was a member of HELLOVENUS. signing under TRUE HEAVEN in 2016, aerim the the third GO TURBO project survivor. aerim would disappear from the public eye after her departure from hellovenus up until the debut of TURBULENCE.

⛈ : STAGE NAME. RIRI

⛈ : FULL NAME. SON AERIM // IMOGEN SON

⛈ : BIRTHDAY. MARCH 4, 1996

⛈ : HEIGHT. 160cm // 5’3”

⛈ : POSITIONS. MAIN VOCALIST, MAIN DANCER

⛈ : FORMERLY OF. HELLOVENUS

⛈ : FACE CLAIM. GO MINSI

⛈        JUNG DOMI was born in 1998 in ulsan, south korea. signing under TRUE HEAVEN in 2014 at the age of 16, domi us the fourth and final GO TURBO survivor. she is the only member who did not promote prior to her debut with group.

⛈ : STAGE NAME. DOMI

⛈ : FULL NAME. JUNG DOMI

⛈ : BIRTHDAY. SEPTEMBER 28, 1998

⛈ : STAGE NAME. 157cm // 5’2”

⛈ : POSITIONS. LEAD RAPPER, SUB VOCAL

⛈ : FACE CLAIMS. JEON SOYEON

[belovedspector]

All I've Ever Known Is How to Hold My Own (But Now I Wanna Hold You, Too) - Chapter 1

Pairings: Steven Grant x Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly

Content/Warnings: College!AU. Mentions of Randall Spector's death and Wendy Spector

Word Count: ~500

A/N: Title is from "All I've Ever Known" from Hadestown. This is my first attempt at writing a series. Not sure how long it'll be, and there's no set update schedule at the moment. Northern Illinois University is a real school an hour outside of Chicago with a Division I baseball team, but beyond that, I'm taking some liberties (they don't really have an archaeology program for Layla, for example). No Layla in this chapter. Okay, I think that's all for now. Enjoy! :)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 2

It starts with a letter in the mail.

Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true. It starts long before that.

It starts with Randall Spector’s death.

It starts with Wendy Spector turning on her older son.

It starts with Steven Grant, who becomes Marc Spector’s only true friend.

It starts with Marc Spector throwing himself into baseball, the one thing that keeps him feeling connected to his little brother, the one thing his mother cannot take away from him.

The smell of freshly-cut, green grass. The taste of bubblegum and sunflower seeds. The feel of dirt beneath cleats. The sight of the sun in a cloudless, blue sky. The sound of a ball making contact with a bat. Marc Spector loves all of it.

Randall Spector did, too.

Marc and Randall loved playing baseball together. Whether it was a game of catch between just the two of them, an impromptu wiffle ball game with the neighborhood kids, or a Little League game decked out in full uniform, they loved it all. They loved making the trip to Wrigley Field to watch the Chicago Cubs with their parents, happily munching on popcorn and hot dogs while cheering on their favorite players. Curse be damned, they still have fun.

After Randall’s death, Marc continues playing baseball. He can’t help it; he still loves the game. As soon as he steps onto the field, his worries melt away—the game is all that matters. And, perhaps more importantly, it keeps him busy. Between the practices and games, it keeps him out of the house, away from Wendy, for a good portion of the spring and summer.

Marc continues playing baseball, and he’s good at it, good enough to make his varsity baseball team, good enough to be noticed by college scouts.

So, it starts with a letter in the mail: an offer of a full ride to Northern Illinois University if Marc plays on the baseball team.

Marc doesn’t expect it. He had been planning to join the military as soon as he graduated, to get shipped off somewhere and never look back.

Marc is still dead set on enlisting, but Steven has other plans. Steven, who has always been the one who loved school, encourages Marc to give college a shot. They’ll be a team, like they always have been—Steven handling their studies, Marc focusing on baseball.

Marc agrees, on the condition that they pick a “practical” major—business administration, he decides on. They minor in history for Steven.

And so, on a late August day, Marc and Steven find themselves on campus in DeKalb, Illinois, an hour away from home—close enough to visit if they ever feel the urge (doubtful), but far enough away to be rid of Wendy’s wrath.

The trunk of Marc’s shitty, old Corolla is packed with their meager belongings. It doesn’t take long for them to settle into their dorm. They’ve been paired with one of Marc’s teammates whose name Marc doesn’t remember. It doesn’t matter right now, though. Right now, all that matters is that Marc Spector is free.

For the first time in years, he feels like he can finally breathe. He feels the way he does on the baseball diamond.

He hopes it stays that way.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think! :)

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Glitch in the Matrix.

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58215868

by Flying_fish33

The characters of the Team Fortress Two universe are thrust head-first into the dangerous plane of existence called the Constant! (Tf2 x DST crossover fic!) There will be angst, there will be fluff, and there will be story! (For once.)

Words: 804, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2, Don't Starve (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Gen, Multi, Other

Characters: Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), Wendy (Don't Starve), Wurt (Don't Starve), Scout (Team Fortress 2), Woodie (Don't Starve), Lucy (Don't Starve), Charlie (Don't Starve)

Relationships: Charlie/Pauling, Wendy/Wurt (Don't Starve), Scout/Pauling (One sided), Lucy/Woodie (Don't Starve)

Additional Tags: Lesbian Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2), One-Sided Miss Pauling/Scout (Team Fortress 2) - Freeform, Pauling fucking hates Scout, Angst, Might add more fandoms soon..., Pauling has a crush on Charlie., Pauling also likes the Administrator, Waterlily fluff..., Will add more tags as I go

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58215868

[lightvsdark18]

Wendy held her partner's waist and pressed kisses on their neck as her hands travelled under their shirt and touched their bare skin. She rubbed her thumb on a nipple and unbuckled their jeans with the other, slipping them off and letting them drop to floor of her bedroom.

She guided them to her bed and lied them down, then straddled their thighs, leaning down and placing her lips on their stomach and up to their chest. She praised them as she kissed them, complimenting every part of them.

She removed her clothes and slid her hands up their body and told them she was going to take care of them.

[abyss-of-mine]

Unhinged with ocs #5

Annalise's back pressed against the garden fence while Charlie swung her hips against her, the fake member entering her so harshly. Her legs were held by the turquoise haired woman, reaching her arms back to grip the fence at the mercy of her girlfriend. Moans and whimpers of pleasure clouded her mind and only thought of the other, dripping down on the soil with every push. Her mouth hung open as everything in her body released, orgasming hard on the soil.

Quinn held Sorrow's legs wide open to dig their tongue deep inside her, causing her to moan loudly from how skilled they are, how their lips and tongue could send her to another world of pleasure, overwhelming and thrilling. She leaked and spilled out from the outstanding performance, getting more aroused with every skillful flick of their tongue. She climaxed effortlessly, but they still continued, not stopping their attack until they were satisfied with the waters of her lust, listening to her beg and plead for a break, to rest her voice from screaming their name. They just pushed her legs closer to her chest, digging further into the leaking hole.

Intense entangling of bodies and vicious kissing as their openings were brought together and aggressively rubbed against each other. Wendy grunted and moaned while Scout gripped the floor of the tent, shaking the small space from their violent hips, fucking more than usual. She couldn't get enough of them by the rubbing alone and decided to finger one another, losing themselves in their lips and shoving their fingers at inhuman speed. The night air was filled with sounds of pleasure, shouting in their lust and climaxing on each other's hole.

Luna desperately rode Thirteen's member while she kissed and nibbled on the human's chest. She clung onto the reaper, groaning and moaning with every push down, panting crazily from how hard she was going. Thirteen fanned her chest and felt herself get lost in her girlfriend's desperation. Luna squeezed her head against her, feeling the pleasure get almost unbearable but didn't want the fun to end. The chair violently squeaked from pounding and made the reaper's eyes roll at the climax shooting out and spilling out on her lap.

Zack gripped Sweety's legs and pounded her opening desperately. She hugged his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin, moaning and panting loudly. He swung his hips with such speed and need, fanning her neck and begging for her to hold on. He slid her arms under her legs to hold her hips and edge them closer to the end. Her arms squeezed his head and screamed out to him, soon orgasming hard on each other.

Annalise harshly pushed and shoved the very short rod between their entwined legs, digging her fingers into the soil to indulge in their desperate desires. The rod seemed to be still as it got thrusted back and forth inside the two women, going deep and hard everytime her hips moved forward. Their bodies rolled over and Lily dug her fingers in the dirt to hammer her hips forward, moans and groans filling the garden's silence. Her head leaned back and climaxed onto one another.

Drake lifted her legs on his shoulders and held the lower part of her back to hammer his member into her with such determination. Noir had her arms around his neck and buried his face in the crook of her neck, moaning his name and panting crazily. He roughly and quickly swung his hips, making the desk grind on the floor from the meanness of his hips. He bit her jaw as he edged her closer, listening to her shout out in desperation and shove his member inside for a loud moan. Her opening was filled with his seed and kissed him viciously with her tongue.

Neon laid on the couch cushions with her legs against her chest to Wendy who sat on her thighs and rammed the rod between them. The rod glowed and vibrated while following the movement of the dark haired woman. She gripped Neon's calves to keep balance her, viciously bouncing on the rod and pushing it inside her girlfriend. The music from the party drowned their moans and shouts of pleasure as the rod went faster and faster with the vibration going higher and higher. She stared down at her and shouted out to her, feeling their arousal dripping from them until it bursted on the other.

Clockwork panted and smacked her back against the wall from Zack's hips slamming into her. They held onto each other and made bamming noises in the backroom, harsh and heavy poundings. She devoured his mouth and choked him on her tongue, moaning loudly in her throat and yelping at a precised thrust. The shelves beside them shook and knocked over the items, slamming against the wall again for an item to shatter on the floor. A satisfied climax had them dripping.

[libertysartandcosplay]

[thatonegayship]

Dipper

Favorite thing about him: Ever since I was a kid, I really liked how adventurous he was. He's smart and kind of awkward, so it's really refreshing to see how curious he is about the supernatural; you'd think he'd wanna keep his nose clean, but he's surprisingly enthralled by things that could potentially kill him.

Least favorite thing about him: He has a tendency to try fitting in that often backfires, and while I appreciate the relatability, PLEASE STOP IT DUDE!!!

Favorite line: "Revenge is underrated, that felt awesome!"

BrOTP: Dipper and Pacifica

OTP: Bill x Dipper

NOTP: Anything incest; I can handle many things on AO3 but incest punches me right in the gut.

Random headcanon: I fucking love the idea of Dipper joining track and being the fastest goddamn runner they've got, all because he makes a living off of outrunning things trying to eat him. He was scouted by some hard ass coach who was more interested in how fast Dipper could run than the Man-i-taur currently chasing him down.

Unpopular opinion: This isn't even fandom talking, Dipper gives bisexual energy y'all, I'm sorry. I know that whole Disco Girl thing was about breaking the mold defining masculinity, but I never forgot the Reverse CPR and I never forgot his massive crush of Wendy- that woman gave masc vibes all day 😔🙏 perfectly balanced

Song I associate with him: Don't Follow Me by Kane Strang (or) Freaks by Surf Curse

Favorite picture of him: I'm not sure if this is referring specifically to canon, or just within the scope of fandom, so I'll do both (specifically art I've made of him)

[minkoobi]

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐣𝐣𝐤

⤳ pairing: gryffindor!jungkook x slytherin!reader ⤳ genre: rivals to lovers, fluff, slight angst ⤳ word count: 11.5k ⤳ summary: jeon jungkoook, quidditch rival and former best friend, attempts to rekindle your lost friendship- and maybe something more

The gates slowly rise up and you are met with the sun nearly blinding you. With one quick glance to your teammates, you hop on your broomstick and fly up and above the quidditch pitch. Students from different houses were cheering, waving flags and chanting with all their might.

“Slytherin! Slytherin!”

You soar above them with pride and confidence. Quidditch has always been more than a sport to you. It was your calling- your passion. You were the best player in your team after all, earning you the title of being Slytherin’s team captain. You have led your team to many wins, but also shared your losses, specifically against this one team.

As if on cue, the opposing team makes their entrance, flying around the pitch with smiles on their faces, one which caught your attention almost immediately. 

That toothy grin with his nose scrunched up and eyes turned into crescents- they could only be that of Jeon Jungkook’s, Gryffindor’s team captain and best player. Simply put, he was your rival. You both had the position of being a chaser and are both known for being extremely competitive. 

“Gryffindor! Gryffindor!”

You can see his smile grow bigger and you almost scowl at how easily his ego was boosted. But if you were being honest, you didn’t hate the guy, just disappointed at how your relationship turned out to be.

First Year 

“Up.”

And just like that, your broomstick met your palm in an instant. Pride fills you at how easily you’ve done the task at hand. You were really looking forward to Flying Classes since it’s a step closer to learning quidditch. 

To your left, the boy kept summoning his broomstick, having it float for a millisecond before it drops to the ground again. His fringe hung over his eyes but you could still make up his furrowed eyebrows. He groans in dismay and you can’t help but giggle.

“You have to put more force into it.”

The boy looks at you, eyes wide and a little flustered by the fact that you were watching him. You give him a small smile and a nod as if telling him to give it a try. He gulps before focusing on the broomstick and with one stern ’up’, he had it in his hand. 

“Thanks!” the nameless boy smiles sheepishly. 

“It’s nothing. I’m Y/N by the way,” You reach your hand out to him and he gives it a good shake.

“Jungkook.”

“Don’t zone out now Y/N, you wouldn’t want to lose to me again would you?” Jungkook smirks as he flies over to his side of the pitch. You notice Madam Hooch walking towards the wooden chest at the center of the field. The game’s about to start. You position yourself right across from Jungkook and mirror his smug look. “Wouldn’t dream about it.”

Madam Hooch blows on her whistle and throws the quaffle up into the air. Almost effortlessly, you catch it before darting towards the opposing goal. You see red come up from both your sides and as they near you, you throw the quaffle up into the air before your fellow teammate catches it and shoots it into the ring. A bell is heard and the commentator yells “ Slytherin scores first with 10 points!”

“Beaters, get the bludgers! Leave her to me,” Jungkook yells at his teammates before flying right behind your broomstick’s tail. It takes him no longer than a second until he is beside you and a little too close for your liking. You knew he was taunting you.

“You’re being too predictable nowadays,” his arrogance annoys you and you spare him a quick glance. 

“I know how this will work out. You’ll have your little snakes catch the ball and have them hand it to you so you can make your goal.” From the corner of your eye, you see your teammate wave a hand at you. Without saying a word, you dart towards their direction and as he throws the ball towards you, Jungkook cuts in between and grabs the quaffle with one hand. He turns his head to face you. “Like I said, predictable.” He speeds towards your goal post and effortlessly shoots it through the ring.

“Yes! 10 points to Gryffindor!” The crowd goes wild as the scores are now tied. Your anger builds up and your determination to win adds up to your adrenaline. “Keeper, don’t let them score,” you say calmly as you fly up higher to the sky. From there you could see everything clearly. You observe your opposing team and are quick to catch on to their tactic. Turns out Jungkook was just as predictable as you. 

You make your way to your teammates, sending them a look before spreading out. The Gryffindor team looked confused, watching you all fly aimlessly around them. As the distraction goes on, you and your closest teammate, Seulgi, fly up to Jungkook and trap him between your broomsticks. He is unable to nudge away from you two and causes him to lose his grip on the quaffle. You take this opportunity to snatch it off his hands and shoot it to their ring. Another bell is heard and Slytherin is leading again. “And I thought I was too predictable,” you mock Jungkook’s tone before flying away.

The game progresses intensely and everyone is on the edge of their seat, clearly intrigued by the feud between you and Jungkook. Points were scored here and there and it wasn’t until the commentator  announced Slytherin’s win when you noticed your seeker holding the golden snitch. The students from your house were up on their seats, yelling in victory. We did it. I won against Jeon Jungkook. The thought alone made you so happy, you didn’t notice the latter flew closer to you. 

“Good game, Y/N,” Jungkook says without any trace of sarcasm and you send him a small smile before going back to celebrating your team’s win. 

Second Year

You practically slam the common room door behind you and rush to Jungkook’s side. “I am so so sorry for taking so long, I just misplaced my book somewhere and-“

“Yeah yeah, apologize later. We’re late for Potions Class!” The two of you make a run for it down the hallway, pushing past other students and earning weird looks from them. Professor Granger will not let this slide and will probably give you both extra work. You could already picture the cold, mean scowl on her face.

“I can’t believe you made me wait for you outside your dormitory. Do you know how many times I’ve been glared at by your fellow snakes? I could’ve sworn one of them was trying to hex me,” Jungkook pants as you both continue to sprint down the corridor. 

“Shut it Jeon, this is just payback for when you made me late for Herbology.”

“That was a lame class anyway, you would’ve stayed in the courtyard with me if I didn’t remind you of the time.” 

The two of you finally reach your classroom and as you step inside, you were fairly surprised to see that Professor Granger hasn’t arrived yet. “Wow, and I thought we were in trouble,” says Jungkook, clearly relieved. Just then, the door slams behind you. Both of you make a slow dramatic turn to see narrowed eyes looking down at you two. 

“You’re late.”

Looking back, you can’t really pin-point where things started to go downhill between you two. You were practically inseparable, never found without the other. 

During your first two years in Hogwarts, he was your companion as you were his. You both experienced getting lost in the hallways, going up the wrong flight of stairs (they always switch when you least expect them to), and getting spooked by the house ghosts who randomly pop out of walls. Jungkook was also your partner when it came to learning quidditch, since you two shared the same love for the sport.

But as third year came along, things slowly began to change. Jungkook started to gain the attention of many students and even professors. He became known for his exceptional skills in quidditch and everyone was certain that professional teams were already lined up to scout him. You on the other hand, didn’t receive any less recognition. Students, especially younger girls, looked up to you. Many have assumed that you already have a spot reserved in the Holyhead Harpies team, but you chose to stay away from that spotlight and simply focus on perfecting your skills. 

But you can tell Jungkook is doing the exact opposite. You can see it in the way he enjoys having to carry a box of sweets and a dozen letters covered in pink and red hearts back to his dormitory almost everyday after class. It’s obvious in the way his cheeks flush pink when he walks in a room and girls start to gush over him. 

Your differences with one another become more apparent, causing both of you to spend less time together, which eventually comes to a halt all together. Keeping in touch with each other was no longer a priority and neither of you tried to change that.

Maybe you both simply grew up, or rather, grew apart.

It’s a sad yet inevitable ending, you’ll admit that. But as you continue to stare at the boy surrounded by his rowdy group of friends in the Great Hall who sat not too far from you, you can’t help but feel a sense of longing.

“Y/N, did you even hear a word I said?”

“Huh? Sorry I didn't catch that,” you switch your attention back to your friends, hoping they didn’t notice you just now.

“It’s that Jungkook guy isn’t it.”

“No it’s not.”

“Oh the hell it is! You were practically gawking at him,” your friend imitates your expression, erupting a fit of laughter around you.

“Whatever Wendy, it’s not like you don’t do the same when it comes to Mark.”

“Hey at least I admit it.”

“What happened to you two anyway? You guys were like, best buds two years ago,” Seulgi remembers meeting up with you two in the library and finding it odd for a Gryffindor and a Slytherin to be so close. Now you’re in your fifth year and your conversations with Jungkook only ever happen when you’re both in the pitch. You weren’t even sure if you could consider them as conversations since all you ever say to each other are insults and sarcastic blows. 

“I don’t know, his head grew the size of a hippogriff and suddenly he’s too cool to be my friend,” you shrug as you take a bite off your bagel. Jungkook still holds a special place in your life but you’re never going to admit that. Despite everything that happened between you two, he’ll always be that kid who had a hard time summoning his broomstick. 

“What a tragic love story,” Wendy feigns pain, placing a hand over her chest before giggling. “But back to the main topic at hand, you and I still need to find a date.” That’s right, the Celestial Ball was just around the corner and you couldn’t care less about who to go with.

“Can’t I just fly solo? It’s not like anyone wants to take me anyway.”

“Might wanna rethink that statement Y/N,” Seulgi grins as she nods towards Jungkook’s direction. You turn back to see him staring right at you. He doesn’t even break his gaze, as if he was studying every little detail on your face. The intimacy of the situation was too much for you, so you look away. 

On any given day, you would love to hang out in the courtyard. The gentle breeze and overall ambiance of the place was just the perfect setting for you to relax and even read a book in. But with the Celestial Ball only two weeks away, it wasn’t that much of a surprise to see the place filled with students and couples asking each other to be their dates. And no, you weren’t some bitter bystander who despised the thought of young love, but there’s a fine line between appropriate display of affection and snogging behind a tree. 

You’ve just about had it and was about to give up on having some peaceful alone time when a shadow towers over you. You look up to see a boy with black and gold draping over his shoulders and a grin you could’ve easily mistaken for the sun.

“Hey! How’s my favorite chaser doing?”

Kim Seokmin, 6th year Hufflepuff and head boy. You knew each other from past quidditch games and were fairly acquainted with one another. He was his team’s keeper and with his tall, lean frame, you remember it being almost impossible getting a ball through their ring. Unfortunately, he got severely injured on his left leg from a game during a thunderstorm last year and has stopped playing since then. It’s a shame because he was one of the best players in all of Hogwarts.

“Not any better now that you’re here,” you jokingly respond. Seokmin simply chuckles at this and takes up the space next to yours on the bench.

“Aww c’mon, just because you won against Gryffindor you’re suddenly too good for me? I am hurt Y/N,” Seokmin clutches his chest in exaggerated pain, erupting a giggle from you as you grab the end of his scarf and swat it across his face. 

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I got you to laugh though,” he wraps an arm around your shoulders and your eyes slightly widen at the unexpected contact. It’s very clear to you now how this guy was placed in Hufflepuff with his tangible enthusiasm radiating off of him. Looking at him now, you couldn’t help but notice how the yellow of his robes match his skin tone and the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles were the perfect embodiment of his House.

“Listen, I actually came up to you cause I have something important to ask,” he spoke in a lower, more serious tone this time.

“What is it?”

“Well.. with the ball coming up and from what I know, you currently don't have a date, i was just wondering if maybe.. you would want to go with me?” Seokmin glances over to your bewildered face, waiting for a response. You were definitely not expecting to be asked out, let alone by a 6th year student you’ve rarely talked to. As you internally debate on an answer, a voice startles you from behind.

“Y/N! I have been looking for you everywhere!” Jungkook sneaks up to you two from behind a pillar, effectively getting Seokmin to remove his arm from you out of shock. The doe eyed boy continues to nudge himself between you two, taking a seat on the already crowded bench.

“I should probably go, but let me know as soon as possible alright? See ya around,” Seokmin sends you a quick wink before jogging back to his group of friends.

“What’s up with you and Donkey Kong?” Jungkook lays across the bench and rests his head on your lap, placing his forearm over his eyes.

“First of all, it’s Seokmin, and second, what makes you think you can use me as your personal pillow?”

“Do you like him?” he asks, completely ignoring your retaliation.

“That’s none of your business Jungkook.”

“You’re dodging the question.”

“Why does it even matter to you?”

“He’s older than you.”

“He’s literally just a year above us and only a few months older than you.”

“Jeez now you’re defending him? Someone’s whipped,” Jungkook lowers his arm to send you a disgusted look, making you shove him off your lap. You’re satisfied to hear a muted thud as he lands on the ground.

“Whoever I like and dislike is not important, so drop it m’kay?” You’ve always hated confrontations since you were never really good at coming to terms with your own feelings. Yes, Seokmin may be a sweet guy, but having Jungkook press an answer out of you was very irritating. You get up to leave immediately when Jungkook grabs your wrist.

“Wait, what’s your next class?”

“I’m done for the day, I’m headed back to my dorm.” 

“I’ll walk you back.” Jungkook doesn’t even wait for you to decline his offer as he practically drags you down the corridor. Only when you stop resisting is when Jungkook drops his grip on you. 

The walk to your dorm was suffocatingly silent. It wasn’t because you were awkward around him, not at all. You’ve strolled around the castle together in silence multiple times yet this moment felt very new to you. Walking next to him, you notice how much taller he’s grown and how his shoulders have broadened, jawline more prominent and wavy hair just perfectly resting over his eyebrows. It felt like being next to a whole different person. But as he glances at you with those all too familiar eyes of his, you were certain that nothing has changed. That kid you once called your best friend was still in him.

“Dude, I know you hate me but you gotta stop shooting invisible lasers to my head.” There’s a small hop to his steps and you realize just how much you actually miss him.

“I don’t hate you.” You say this mostly to yourself but Jungkook hears it. He holds back the smile that creeps up to his lips, clearing his throat to break the tension between you two.

As much as you enjoyed having him around, your mind starts to go on overdrive. It has literally been years since the two of you hung out like this, so what’s with the sudden change? Losing touch with him was one of the worst things to have ever happened to you and you’re not sure if you ever want to experience that again. All those times of wondering what went wrong and blaming yourself for not being good enough of a friend came flashing back, causing you to stop on your tracks. It takes Jungkook a second to notice that you’ve trailed behind him before he turns to you. “You alright Y/N?”

“Why are you doing this?” Your eyes stay glued to the ground as you fidget on the sleeves of your robes, a habit of yours whenever you were nervous and Jungkook was quick to notice this.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t walked me back to my dorm in 2 years. Why are you doing this?” Jungkook remains silent. The truth is he knew exactly why, but he didn't know what took him so long to do so. Disappointed in his lack of his response, you trudge past him.

“Forget it, I can walk back from here. You can go.” You don’t even spare him a glance as you make your way down the stairs to the dungeon. Jungkook remains frozen in his spot as he watches your figure disappear before him, smacking the side of his head in annoyance. He may be confident and self-assured when it comes to quidditch, but dealing with you was a whole other ball game. He glances to his wristwatch before sprinting down the hallway to his Transfiguration class, which he purposely skipped on to accompany you to your dorm.

You couldn’t sleep that night. It was 2am and you have been tossing and turning in your bed for an hour now, causing a few groans and complaints from your roommates. You knew there was no point in trying to get some sleep so you quickly grab your sweater and broomstick before quietly sneaking out of the common room. After years of learning Mr. Filch’s schedule, you knew he was probably wandering around the Ravenclaw Tower by now. 

Sneaking off to the quidditch pitch was something you frequently did whenever you felt troubled and needed a place to clear your mind. Something about being in that enclosed field just puts your mind at ease, whether it be flying around it or sitting on the bleachers. You make your way to the center of the pitch and look up at the towering rings that used to intimidate you. With the stars out in the midnight sky, it takes you back to the first time you and Jungkook snuck out here past curfew hours as curious first year students.

“Woah, they’re so much taller than i thought!” You practically gawk at the sky high goal posts. “Can you imagine flying any higher than that?”

“Please, one day I’m gonna fly soooo far up the sky, I bet you I can grab a star,” Jungkook muses, crossing his arms over his chest in fake arrogance.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s impossible,” you shake your head at the absurdity of his words.

“You underestimate my skills Y/N! Mark my words, one day I’m gonna grab all the stars in the sky and give them to you.” The confidence in his voice was so endearing, you unconsciously held onto the promise.

“Learn how to fly better than me first,” you playfully shove him before running across the field, having him chase after you. 

Mr. Filch catches you two that night, landing both of you a whole week of detention. You smile at the bittersweet memory as you position yourself on your broomstick. How naive were you back then to assume he’d remain in your life forever. People eventually grow apart, you know this now as you soar above the quidditch pitch and fail to reach for a star.

It’s been a week since you last spoke to Jungkook and you rarely get to see him nowadays. The only times you did were during lunch and dinner in the great hall or in some of your shared classes. He was avoiding you, you knew that much, but you couldn't understand why it left a hole in your chest. This wasn’t anything new to you. Both of you rarely exchanged words with one another ever since you drifted apart, but to see him purposely avoid you bothered you more than you would like to admit.

“Y/N,” Seulgi snaps her fingers across your face to get your attention. You have been zoning out again.

“Hm?”

“Your potion,” You glance down to your cauldron to see its liquids overflowing and spilling on your work desk. You quickly grab the washcloth to clean up your mess, a bit irritated at how you screwed up.

“What’s gotten into you lately? It’s not like you to space out like that,” you can hear the worry in Seulgi’s voice but quickly dismiss her with a wave of your hand.

“It’s nothing, just didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“I know, I hear you sneak out from time to time,” Seulgi helps you out with your potion, scanning through her textbook to read the ingredients. “You know you can talk to me if anything’s bothering you, right?” Your friends know you well enough to know that you cringe at sentiments, so you can’t help but chuckle at how passive Seulgi was trying to be at comforting you, not even sparing you a glance as she adds ingredients into your cauldron.

“I know.” You’re grateful for your friends. As much as you hated relying on other people for your problems, which was called out to be such a Slytherin trait of yours, it was nice knowing someone had your back. Besides, you weren’t going to let some boy bring your mood down like this. You were better than that. You swore from that day on that you were over the whole Jungkook situation. You were sure of it.

At least you thought you were.

Which was why you were surprised to see him two days later, waiting for you outside your common room.

“Jungkook?” He looks up at the sound of your voice and smiles as he walks up to you and Seulgi. “What are you doing here?”

“Our timetables match today so I thought we could go to class together,” he quickly glances over to Seulgi, slightly dipping his head. “May I borrow your friend for the day?”

“We actually made plans-”

“Right! I, uh, actually have to meet up with Wendy for this thing, we have, going on,” Seulgi sends you a knowing look. “You guys go ahead! I’ll see you at lunch?” she spares you no second to reply, side hugging you before speed walking down the hallway. 

“I still find it weird how your dorm is literally next to the dungeons,” Jungkook leans down to whisper to your ear, causing you to jump back a bit. “Like c’mon, Salazar could’ve chosen a homier spot,”

“Why are you doing this?” This time, you were hoping for an actual answer. Cause honestly, you were mad, pissed even at how Jungkook thinks he could just approach you like this- like he hasn’t been avoiding you these past few days. But even as you glare at him, a small part of you is happy to see him. He keeps his calm composure and takes a step closer to you, careful not to break eye contact.

“I wanna do things right this time.” 

You ponder at this for a second. “What does that even-”

“But that means you can’t ask questions,” he flashes you that stupid grin of his, before snatching your books from your hands. “Now let’s go! We’re gonna miss our first class!”

You choose not to question him since you were already confused as it is, but you must admit that the small gesture of him carrying your things warmed your heart. Jungkook seemed to be a lot more chatty this time, going on and on about his group of friends and the many shenanigans they’ve been up to. You recognized Yoongi and Jimin since they were in the same house as you and even spoke to the latter one a couple of times since he was your team’s seeker. You pretend to be disinterested in his stories when really you’ve been noting down every single detail in your head, piecing together what makes Jungkook the boy he is today. He’s grown more confident over the years and you can see it in the way he walks with his head held high, in every diction of his words, and how he isn’t afraid to voice out his opinions. It was nothing like the shy little kid who used to tail behind you all the time and had a stutter when he spoke- it was a whole new better version of him. 

Jungkooks sits next to you in all your shared classes, pestering you in every way he can but still being careful not to cross the line. Every side comment he whispers earns him a smack or pinch on the arm, but you can’t help but laugh every single time. He kept you company through the dull lectures, casting little charms under your desk for entertainment. You watch as he whispers an incantation to the bird origami he folded just a few minutes ago, seeing it slowly flutter its wings. He picks it up and softly blows it towards your face. Your eyes follow the flying piece of paper in amusement as it floats above your head. How have you not heard of this charm before? The paper bird lands on Jungkook’s outstretched hand and he has this smug look on his face you can’t exactly read.

“What?”

“You're smiling.” He gestures to your lips. “It suits you. You should do that more often.”

It takes you a second to realize that there’s a little ache on your cheeks from grinning, and another second to completely wipe out the expression from your face. “You say that as if I have a permanent bitch face on me.”

He laughs. “Not at all. Let me rephrase that then. You should smile more often around me.”

You roll your eyes to hide the fact that you know that wouldn’t be too hard to do.

This goes on for another week and it’s been nothing but fun. The two of you have gotten more comfortable with each other and unconsciously settled in a routine. Jungkook continues to meet you outside your dorm everyday, dropping you off to your classrooms whenever he can. He eventually got you to agree on having lunch with him at least two times a week, just enough times so that you both can still hang out with your own sets of friends.

Although this doesn’t stop Jungkook from introducing them to you. When he asked you to meet up with him in the Clock Tower Courtyard, he didn’t mention six other boys would be tagging along. Just as you were about to make a run for it, he catches you before you can and obnoxiously yells out your name. Yeah, definitely can’t hide now.

If it weren’t for the obvious excitement in his eyes, you wouldn’t be walking towards the fountain they were gathered in. He introduces them to you and most of them were pretty welcoming (you can’t say the same for Yoongi and Namjoon though). It flattered you how Jungkook wanted to include you in this part of his life. It was something else witnessing it first hand. Seven boys from different Houses? You’d expect a clash of different personalities that will result in endless arguments and disagreements, but instead, they mix together beautifully. 

You’re grateful Jungkoook has them. He grew up with the best kinds of people.

Then a thought crosses your mind. You could say he was living an almost perfect life right now. If your fall out with Jungkook led him to these people, to be the confident guy he is today, then maybe it was for the best.  Maybe you don’t regret it a single bit. 

Maybe you were holding him back this whole time.

Maybe he’s better off without you.

The thought alone leaves a bitter taste on your tongue and effectively changes your whole mood for the rest of the day. Luckily, you didn’t have any plans with Jungkook after classes so you use this time wisely; to mope around. What better way to deal with your whirlwind of mentions than by wallowing in self-pity? 

Wendy seems to think otherwise.

“Y/N, you better start making some bloody sense.”

“Enough of this please.”

“Not until you explain to me why you’re acting this way!” A distant shush is heard and Wendy is suddenly reminded that you’re both in the library. She speaks in a quieter tone this time but you can still hear the annoyance through her gritted teeth. 

“I just don’t get it. I specifically don't get you.”

“Well I didn’t ask you to meet me here to be understood. I just needed a friend to talk to, but clearly you don’t get that.” You continue to scribble down notes onto your parchment paper and try to block out any more of Wendy’s interrogation. You can tell she’s hurt from what you said but this definitely wasn’t the response you were expecting when you decided on opening up to her. You came to the conclusion that ending whatever it is you have with Jungkook will be beneficial to both of you and you expected Wendy to be on board with this. But apparently she is strongly against it.

“Y/N listen to me,” she snatches the quill from your hand and you knew better than to argue with her. “I’m not gonna pretend I know exactly what’s going on in that stubborn head of yours but you better learn how to come to terms with your feelings immediately or you’re gonna end up hurting someone,” she tosses the quill back to you before standing up to leave, but you don’t miss the last words she murmurs.

“Maybe even yourself.”

You hate it when she reads you like a book and especially hate it when you know she’s right. It doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re growing more attached to Jungkook by the second. Things are slowly going back to the way they were, but for what? A setup for more disappointment? You’ve convinced yourself that Jungkook doesn’t really need you in his life, so why is he trying to get you back in it? You’re afraid you know the answer to that already.

“Want some?” Jungkook’s mouth is stuffed with sweets as he hands you a box of chocolates. You eye it suspiciously. It was neatly decorated with pink sparkly wrappings and a red ribbon around it.

“Not when it looks like it’s tampered with some sort of love potion.” You lean away from it and Jungkook chuckles.

“Nah, I had Namjoon check it for me. We’re on the clear,” he continues to pop more of them between his lips. There’s a paper stuck to the box’s lid and you could easily make up the cursive writings on it.

‘Dear Jungkook

My heart only beats for you. Go to the Ball with me?

                                xoxo                                Arabella’

The thought of him receiving love letters and gifts bothered you a lot more than you hoped, which is rather stupid cause you can clearly see why. Jungkook is a very dateable guy after all. Did I just say that?

“Arabella huh? The cute redhead from Gryffindor?”

“I mean I guess she’s cute,” Jungkook continues to talk with a mouthful of chocolates. “A lil’ too quirky for my taste though. And she always stares at me in the common room! It’s very unsettling,” he shudders at the memory but is quick to notice the slight scowl on your face.

“Why? You jealous?” there’s a hint of tease to the way he says it and you scoff.

“Absolutely not.” 

He laughs as you both continue to walk to the Great Hall. You weren’t supposed to have lunch together until next week but you found it easy to persuade Jungkook into making this exception. It pains you a bit to see how happy this made him when you were already composing the few sentences that will ultimately break this friendship in your head. This only lasts a second until you convince yourself that this will be much harder for you than it ever will be for him.

“So the Celestial Ball is in two days.”

“Yep, it sure is.”

“You have a date yet?”

“Nope.” You sigh in disinterest. You never thought much into having a date. As long as there’s good food, good music, and the company of your friends, you’re sold. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have someone in mind.

“Really? So you said no to Seokmin?” He seemed genuinely surprised and somewhat..  relieved?

“Not really. I just haven’t gotten the chance to talk to him.”

“So.. you’d say yes?”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake just worry about your own date!” You roll your eyes. “But I’m guessing you’d be going with Arabella?”

Jungkook frowns. “Do you think I should?” The question dangled carefully from his lips with hesitance. You can’t point it out exactly but it's like he was expecting a specific answer from you. 

“Why should my opinion matter? It’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.” This comes out harsher than you intended and halts Jungkook in his tracks.

“Where the hell did that from?” He says this like it’s the most absurd thing he’s ever heard. But wasn’t it simply the truth? You try not to let his clear frustration get to you.

“Look, you can stop this whole ‘making amends with your old friend’ thing you’ve been doing. I don’t need a friend out of pity. That was two years ago and I no longer hold a grudge against you. Shit happens. We’ve changed since then. You’ve changed.”

He scoffs. “And that’s all on me, huh?” he takes a step closer until he’s only inches away from your face. “Everything that has ever gone wrong with us is all because of me. Is that what you’re trying to say?” Jungkook has never raised his voice at you until now. For once you were actually scared of him.

“I never said..”

“You changed too Y/N! Yet I never held that against you,” he was practically seething at this point. “I never once blamed your personal choices for getting in between our friendship, cause they were all for you! Even after you started spending less time with me out of nowhere, I just thought of it as you being your independent self. You think I wanted this to happen to us?”

You’re at loss for words. Up until now, neither of you have ever spoken about this. It was sort of a silent agreement to pretend that there wasn’t this looming tension between you two. You should’ve known one of you was bound to slip at some point. No one dares to speak up, both waiting for the other to say something, anything to end this.

“Is that really what you think this is?” His hand gestures between you two. “Is this really just some sort of compensation to you? That I’m doing this out of pity?" Your lack of denial forces him to believe so.

Every muscle in him was aching for you to reassure him that this past week meant just as much to you as it did to him. That he wasn’t clouded by the fake judgment that things were going extremely well. There’s a pleading look in his eyes when a voice interrupts you two.

“Y/N!” Seokmin runs up to you, completely oblivious. “Have you gotten my owl? I've been trying to reach you this whole week but never heard back from you! I was starting to worry.” It amazed you how dense someone could be. Jungkook doesn’t even spare him a glance as he continues to stare you down.

“Guess you never really knew me after all,” and with a twist of his heel, he walks away, discarding the box of chocolates to the nearest bin. What a waste of food.

You knew you should’ve chased after him. Jungkook may be a brat at times but he would never act on things irrationally. If you were to explain everything to him, this just might have ended on a better note.

But neither of that happens as you let him slip away from your life for the second time.

“I’m sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?” You can see the slight guilt in Seokmin’s eyes so you force yourself to smile at him.

“It’s nothing. Oh gosh I haven’t visited the owlery recently, your letters are probably still there! I’m really sorry,” and you genuinely were. But you just found it hard to care at the moment with Jungkook’s words still echoing at the back of your head.

Seokmin chuckles. “Hey, don’t worry about it. No harm done.” He looks at you pointedly. “But you still owe me an answer Y/N.” 

You don’t doubt for a second that you would enjoy yourself if you were to go with him to the ball. Seokmin was known for being the light of the party with his funny antics and humor, anyone would be lucky to have him as a date.

You stare at yourself through the mirror, eyeing the emerald green cloth flow just above your ankles. You thought you looked pretty decent. To finish the look, you decide to tie your hair up into a ponytail to keep any loose strands from falling to your face. 

Seulgi walks in the room dressed in a red mermaid dress that compliments her figure. She has her hair styled down and makeup done naturally. The ball isn’t for another two hours and she already looks ready to go. Her eyes immediately land on you, specifically on what you’re wearing.

“Um, you do know there’s a formal dress code, right?” She laughs nervously, hoping what she’s seeing is a practical joke. “Y/N please tell me you just got back from practice or something.” She scans the quidditch gear that covers you from top to bottom. This definitely wasn’t the dress you bought together in Diagon Alley before the year started.

“I’m not going Seulgi, I already told you this.”

“Nooo! You can’t ditch me and Wendy like this!”

“Don’t you guys have dates?” You quirk an eyebrow at her. “If anyone’s getting ditched, it'll be me if I attend the ball.”

“It’s not my fault you rejected Seokmin,” She sits on the edge of your bed. “And I promise I’ll ditch Teddy for you if you ever get bored, so can you pretty pretty pleeeease go with us?” She sprawls herself across your bedding and flashes you the saddest puppy dog eyes she could muster. You laugh and throw a pillow to her face.

 “Nice try, but still no.”

“God you’re impossible.” Seulgi pushes herself up and walks to your closet. You glance back to the mirror as you tighten the straps of your quidditch gloves. A quick drill around the pitch will probably be enough to get your mind off everything.

After rummaging through your pile of clothes, Seulgi finds the piece of garment she was looking for. She pulls out a black sheath dress and holds it up close to your face. 

“When I come back, you better be out of that uniform and in this beautiful dress I oh-so-carefully picked out for you, okay?” She shoves the clothing to your hands, flashing you a grin before darting towards the door. “Five minutes, Y/N! Then I’ll do your hair and makeup.”

You open your mouth to protest when Seulgi slams the dorm behind her. God she could be so pushy sometimes. The dress feels soft against your fingers as you lay it out across your bed to get a good look at it. Its sleeves are off shouldered with a modest slit on the skirt that ends just by the knee. Aside from the little lace patterns around the waistline, the dress is completely plain. It’s the perfect evening gown for you. Seulgi has a good eye for clothes, you must admit that. 

It probably wouldn’t hurt to just try it on...

Two hours later,  you’re standing near the entrance to the great hall with an overexcited Seulgi clinging onto your arm. Students dressed in suits and gowns slowly start to pack the venue, meeting up with their friends and partners and you unknowingly become more anxious at the thought of bumping into Jungkook.

“Over here!” Seulgi waves a hand to the sea of people and a guy maneuvers around them to get to you. 

“Hello,” The boy you recognized as Teddy Lupin smiles, leaning in to hug Seulgi. “I’m glad you can make it!” he adds to you.

“My friend here can be very persuasive.”

Seulgi grins. “Damn right I am. So, shall we?”

The walls of the Great Hall had all been covered in velvety midnight blue textiles with silver sparkles that resemble those of stars, decorating them from top to bottom. The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Over your heads, thousands of candles were floating mid air and the enchanted ceiling no longer resembled the sky outside. Instead, it was filled with constellations and planets you learned about in Astronomy class. The three of you stare up at them in astonishment when Wendy sneaks up from behind you.

“Pretty cool huh?” she nods her head towards the ceiling. “I persuaded Professor McGonagall into letting the decorating committee change the view for the night. This place just didn’t scream ‘celestial’ to me before that.”

You’re still gazing at the ceiling when you reply. “Woah Wendy, you guys did a really good job with this place.”

“I know, I know, no need to flatter me,” she jokes. “Come on you guys, I still haven’t introduced to you my date!”

Of course Wendy was able to land herself a date and it wasn’t a surprise to you that it was with Mark, the guy she has been crushing on for months now.  Their attires even matched in sapphire blue color and you were pleased to see how much they got along. 

You didn't want to admit it, but you ended up having a blast that night. Your friends kept you company the whole time, being sure to include you in their conversations with their dates, who you found to be very friendly. You silently thank Seulgi in your head cause if it weren’t for her, you would be missing out on all this fun.

Across the room, you see Seokmin occupying a table with his friends. He took things well when you rejected his date proposal and made sure there weren’t any hard feelings between you two after that. His eyes meet yours and he sends you a smile, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. Turns out he ended up going dateless as well. He mouths the words ‘this could’ve been you’, making you laugh.

You’re glad things are okay between you two, but you wished you could say the same for Jungkook.

Come to think of it, you haven't seen that boy at all tonight. 

Where is he anyway?

“Let’s dance!!” You watch your friends pull their partners with them to the end of the hall where a band was performing on stage. Dinner has ended and everyone is now up on their feet and headed to the dance floor. Seulgi gestures for you to join them but you instead wave a hand for them to go ahead.

“I’ll join you guys later! Just gonna go get some fresh air,” you practically yell over the thumping music before walking towards the entrance hall.

You stop just past the ceiling high doors when the music fades into faint beats. As you step away from the crowd of people, you let out a breath you’ve unknowingly been holding in. A cold breeze brushes against your skin, causing you to shiver. If you knew it was going to be chilly you would’ve brought a cloak with you or something.

“Need a jacket?” You’re surprised to see Jungkook’s friend standing next to you, offering you his blazer in his outstretched hand.

You shake your head. “I’m alright, thank you.” 

“Y/N right?” He slings his blazer over his shoulders. “I’m sorry I’m really bad with names.”

“That’s me. And you’re Taehyung?”

He nods and shoots you a boxy grin. You both say nothing else after that and stand together in silence for a few minutes, turning to look back at the party every once in a while.

“He was looking for you, you know.”

“Jungkook’s here?” 

“Well, was. He left right after dinner.” Taehyung turns to face you when u remain silent.

“He talks about you a lot you know, even way back when I first got acquainted with him.”

“Nothing too bad I hope,” you muster a small laugh to hide how nervous you are.

He shakes his head. “No no, he always gushes about how close you guys were and how you’re the reason he even plays quidditch in the first place.”

You finally face him, eyes wide in shock. “He said that?” Taehyung simply nods.

“Yeah, you clearly meant a great deal to him if any of the stuff he told me was something to go by,” Taehyung turns to face the open doors of the Great Hall and his eyes immediately land on someone.

“You know, out of all the guys I'm probably the one who relates with him the most.”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

He shrugs. “Let’s just say I know what it’s like to pine for someone so clueless.”

You cock a questioning brow at him. When he doesn’t acknowledge your reaction, you follow his gaze which lands on a girl with her back facing you two. 

“What are you trying to say?”

“Jungkook’s a good guy, and unlike me, he’s not afraid to act on his feelings,” Taehyung smiles at you, bringing a hand up to ruffle your hair. “You guys should talk things out.”

The brotherly gesture warms your heart and you knew he was right. You owe it to Jungkook to explain everything that’s been on your mind- to finally come to terms with your own feelings.

“I don’t even know where he is,” you look down in dismay.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” and with one quick nudge of his elbow, he walks back to the party, glancing back at you after a few steps. “He’s a pretty predictable guy.”

Catching onto his subtle hint, you quickly thank him before sprinting down the corridor. 

Being in the stands had a different kind of excitement to it. From where Jungkook was seated, he could see the landscape of the field that somehow seemed larger than usual compared to when he’s up flying around it. He starts to play scenes from old matches in his head, including the very first game he had against you.

You. The thought he had been trying to suppress the whole day.

It certainly didn’t help seeing you in the ball, all dressed up and happy despite the argument you two had only a few days back. He also hated to admit how pleased he was to see you without a date, as if he stood any chance with you to begin with.

“Why does she have to be so stubborn,” he breathes out to himself, chuckling at the situation he’s found himself in.

But he knew he had his faults. He felt that he shouldn’t have been so harsh on you that day. If he were being honest, he didn’t even know how things led to that. It’s as if something snapped in him, like everything he had pent up inside came rushing out. He was better than that. Not once has he ever let his emotions get the best of him like that.

It’s crazy how much you can affect him like this.

“I thought you’d be here.”

For a moment, Jungkook believes he’s hallucinating when he sees you standing a few rows down from where he sat. Only when you cautiously take a seat next to him is when he realizes that this is all very much real. Suddenly hyper aware of your presence, Jungkook sits upright and clears his throat.

“Boring party?”

“Oh not at all. I took advantage of the unlimited meals then dipped.”

Jungkook laughs and you’re convinced it's the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

“I actually pocketed some of the flavored beans on our table,” he fishes them out from his dress robe and shows them to you. “Want one?”

You can’t help but giggle at the sight of him pulling out colorful beans from his dapper attire, as if it were the most normal thing to do. “Sure, but you know how bad my luck is when it comes to picking out the good flavors.”

“Hmm sucks to be you huh?” Jungkook smirks.

You both pick out a jelly bean from the bunch, clicking them together before popping them into your mouths. You’re pleased to taste cherries coat your tongue and clasp your hands together.

“I didn’t get a vomit flavoured one!”

You look over to Jungkook and see him grimace, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “That was definitely booger…”

You burst into a fit of laughter, throwing your body back and unknowingly lean on Jungkook’s shoulder. He frowns down at you but it contradicts the pink shade that began to taint his cheeks.

The two of you spend the rest of the night laughing and poking fun at each other, which later on settled into small conversations. The winter air makes itself known once more as it blows past you, making you shiver and the goosebumps on your arms rise. Jungkook notices this and quickly takes his coat off, draping them over your shoulders without acknowledging it. He knew you’d refuse the gesture if he did.

Suddenly you felt ashamed. Even after lashing out on him, Jungkook chose to be civil with you and act as if nothing happened. He could’ve easily gotten up and left as soon as he saw you yet here he is, still making you happy without fail. 

You’ve decided that you’re done avoiding confrontation. 

A moment of silence fills the air as your eyes meet. 

“I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry”

You both chorus at the same time. Jungkook chuckles, gesturing for you to continue. “Ladies first.”

Despite the cool weather, your palms clam up out of nerves as you focus on the unsteady beat of your heart. Wiping off the sweat against your skirt, you build up the courage to voice out the next words you’re about to say.

“Up until recently, I never realized how much I blamed you for our ‘falling-out’. I’ve convinced myself that the sole reason you and I were no longer friends was because you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore- or that I wasn’t cool enough to be your friend. Cause, well, I am pretty boring if you ask me,”

There’s a subtle tremble to your voice as you go on and you skillfully mask this with unnecessary arm gestures as you speak. At this very moment, Jungkook has never been more endeared. Maybe he’s always been this smitten, but seeing you ramble on all nervous around him, he can’t seem to fight the smile that sneaks onto his lips.

“but that's where I went wrong. I let my insecurities get the best of me and affect our friendship, relationship, or whatever it is we have going on-”

“You think there’s something going on between us?” Jungkook cuts you off mid babble. There’s a hint of playfulness in his tone and it takes you a second to catch onto his insinuations. You smack his arm.

“I’m being serious!” Your brows knit together in mock annoyance and Jungkook laughs, reaching a hand out to rest it on top of yours. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, please continue.”

You glance at your joined hands on your lap, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your palm. Now that you think about it, Jungkook has always been more physical in his love language and that may be why you guys got along so well. You were never really great with words, much less receiving them, and so was Jungkook. It was always either tight hugs or a shoulder to cry on whenever he would comfort you. But with the way Jungkook’s ears turn red, you can’t help but think that maybe there was more to those innocent touches.

“I had a lot of self-doubts, especially after spending so much time with you these past couple of days. I guess you could say I was intimidated? You just seemed better off with this new life you had without me. I don’t know- I just didn’t see a reason for you to want me back in it.”

Jungkook doesn’t speak but he keeps his eyes trained on you. He has his lips pressed in a thin line, clearly processing everything you just poured out to him. Sometimes you wonder if he knew he had this affect on you, cause most times you don’t even realize it yourself. You never really understood why a part of you would get all flustered over the menial things he did, but you have a pretty good guess lingering at the back of your head.

“You think too much.” This is the only response he gives you before you snatch your hands away from his grasp. 

“E-excuse me??” You didn’t really know what to expect for a response, but this certainly wasn’t one of it. Jungkook clicks his tongue as he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, as if the answer was blaring right in front of you.

“Y/N, I never wanted you out of my life in the first place,” he says as a matter of fact. “and I hate how I let it happen. I shouldn’t have let it get to me, but the attention people gave me was so new and to be honest, I enjoyed it,” Jungkook pauses, leaning back with palms resting on either side of him. “You knew how shy I was back then and I wasn’t really confident in myself. Funnily enough, I was also intimidated by you,” he chuckles mostly to himself. “I wanted to be more than this timid kid who stuck by your hip 24/7. I wanted my quidditch skills to be recognized, to show people what I’m made of, and even though I got that in the end, I let you down in the process.” 

He was intimidated by you? The Jeon Jungkook felt this way around you? It’s almost laughable how similar your thought process was this entire time. “Well shit, I guess we’re both stupid.”

Jungkook laughs and you watch as his eyes crinkle up. You always found that facial asset of his attractive. 

“It also didn’t help how I had this big crush on you. Yes, I was this prepubescent boy trying so hard to impress y-”

“You what?” If you were a cartoon, your eyes would be popping out of its sockets right now. He liked me?

Jungkook finally looks at you with an arched brow. “Wait, you never knew?”

You practically scoff. “I’m not a damn mind reader!” You debate on whether you should ask what’s on your mind before giving in. “But.. had? As in, it’s in the past?”

You regret your question almost immediately when this playful smirk graces Jungkook's lips. It looked as if he was waiting for this exact moment the whole night. He sits up and turns his body to face you so you’re forced to look back at him. Jungkook leans dangerously close that you could smell his cologne from where he sat. “What do you think?” he asks in a lower register.

At this point, you can’t help the annoyance that flashes across your face. Why does he keep beating around the bush? Did he like making you this flustered? It takes a lot out of you to shove him back by the chest with an irritated huff. Literally anyone could get lost in those beautiful eyes of his. “That’s why I asked, genius.”

Jungkook grins as he was sure you weren’t as mad as you made yourself to be. This was the front you always had with everyone but he could see right through you. He admires this tough exterior of yours, but must admit that he enjoys breaking them down even more.

“I have something for you,” Jungkook completely changes the course of the conversation but your curiosity gets the better of you when you see him reaching for something in his pant pockets. Before he pulls the mystery item out, he looks at you. “but you should have your eyes closed.”

Too tired to fight back, you do as he says. “You better not be pulling out your wand to hex me or something.” 

He giggles before it goes silent again. A few seconds pass and you think that he might have just up and left you alone in the bleachers. Before you could open your eyes to confirm this, you feel a cold, metallic sphere being placed on your right palm. You look down to see it’s a golden snitch.

“It’s not much but i’ve been wanting to give this to you for a while now. I found it in my room while I was cleaning some stuff out.”

“You stole this from the storage room?” 

“Of course not!” Jungkook says defensively. “...Professor McGonagall caught me going through Madam Hooch’s things and let me keep it when I confessed.”

“That’s it?” You try to coax the whole story out, knowing full well Professor is not that forgiving.

“...She also gave me 2 weeks worth of detention.” This gets you to laugh, though you couldn’t help but wonder what’s so important about this golden snitch that he had to go through all that just to retrieve it. As if he’s read your mind, or from the way you were intently studying the ball, he continues. “Do you remember our first match against each other? During our 2nd year?” 

You groan inwardly at this. “Yeah, your team won.” 

“Because?” Jungkook eggs you on.

You openly glare at him this time, venom lacing into your response. “Because I committed Snitchnip*.”

Jungkook grins triumphantly at your admission. “Still don’t get how you made such mistake.” It amuses him how competitive you could get over such little things, but it was one of your many charms he was drawn into. He reaches out to teasingly pinch your cheek. From this close proximity, he notices the light makeup applied on your face- eyelids covered in a light brown hue and lips a darker shade of red. Not that you needed any to begin with in his opinion, but you looked exceptionally beautiful tonight. Has he mentioned that to you? He thought now wasn’t the right time to bring it up though. “There there, it’s all in the past. And besides, you’ve improved a lot since then.”

“Yeah cause I forced you to practice with me every night after that incident,” you smile at the memory. It didn’t matter at the time that you and Jungkook were from opposing teams that were known to rarely get along. All you knew was that you enjoyed training with him more than anyone, including your own teammates. You convince yourself that it was because he was the most challenging player to go against, but truthfully you just genuinely enjoyed his company. “So, is this the ball that made me lose?”

Jungkook hums in agreement before grabbing the golden snitch from your hand. “You know how these things have flesh memory, right?��� 

You nod. “That’s how they knew I caught it,  by accident,” you emphasize the last two words.

“And which hand did you say caught it?”

You wondered where this was going. “Well I didn’t, but my left one.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheeks as he loosens his grip on the golden snitch until his palm is laid out flat. The snitch’s wings appear and slowly fly up, hovering just by his eye level. He turns to face you and gestures towards the ball. “I don’t know if it’ll work but, try grabbing it with your left hand.”

Despite the many questions you have, you do as you are told. Jungkook seemed nervous about this that you couldn’t help but anticipate what’s to happen next. Once it’s within your grasp, you look at Jungkook expectantly. This makes him giggle, his hand shyly rubbing the back of his nape. “It’s no star, but I hope it gets the message across.”

You’re about to ask what he meant by that when it suddenly hits you.

“One day I’m gonna grab all the stars in the sky and give them to you.”

You bring the golden snitch up with your left hand and study it once more. With a single swipe of your thumb against its center, enchanted writings start to appear. 

“You shine brighter than anyone else,” you murmur the words to yourself.

“Too cheesy?” Jungkook quips nervously in an attempt to lessen the tension he’s built for himself. “I was actually worried the words won’t show up. You know, Seokjin taught me this enchantment just last week! They only appear when the snitch is in contact with it’s first touch. I didn’t think I could pull it off this well but oh thank Merlin it worked. I still feel like I could’ve gone with a better quote, but the guys said this was already good.”

His words have faded into white noise as you continue to stare at the writings engraved on the snitch. You can feel your heart swell up in happiness, excitement, literally every emotion in the book. He put so much thought into this gift and he dares say that it ‘isn’t much’? He could’ve given you a stone with a heart carved on it and you’d still think it was the sweetest thing ever.

You liked him. God, you liked him so much. How are you only realizing this now? Now that’s a lie, you knew you’ve had these feelings for him for a while now and you’ve been denying yourself of this for the longest time. It almost frustrates you how long it took for you to admit this to yourself. At this point, you knew you were openly staring at him with eyes filled with adoration, but he doesn’t seem to notice this as he is still rambling on.

“This also kinda answers the whole past or present question you had for me right? Ugh, I swear I could’ve dealt with this better if I wasn’t such a wuss back then. But hey, I’m here now pouring this all out to you and ready to get my heart stomped on and broken into a million pieces so please be gentle when you completely reject me-”

You shut him up the only way you seem fit at the moment. You press your lips against his and he visibly freezes. It seemed as if he forgot how to breathe, remaining completely still. Your confidence falters at this but just when you are about to pull away, Jungkook’s cups your cheek and kisses you back this time. His touch is feather light against your skin but it creates this huge wave of warmth inside of you- you were literally melting under his touch. His lips were warm and soft but would also slightly quiver as they glided against your own. You felt relieved to know that he was just as nervous as you are as it never crossed your mind that this was all new to him as well.

Jungkook on the other hand was on cloud nine. It was all too good to be true that even as he was kissing you, he found it hard to believe that any of this was really happening. He slowly pulls away from the kiss to look at you, the hand on your cheek moving to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Yep, this is real.

“Does this mean you like me back?” You both laugh at his question, foreheads resting against each other as you continue to look into each other's eyes.

“What do you think?” you imitate him, causing him to chuckle as he pulls you in for a hug. This better not be some wild jinx casted on him because he swears he’s never been this happy. Luck was definitely on his side today.

A roar of cheers echo the walls of the Great Hall. Students are crowded around the Gryffindor table, chanting the house name while waving their scarves and flags. As you push past them, you see the winning team celebrating with Jungkook, his teammates congratulating him with pats on the back and hair ruffles here and there. Amongst the commotion, he spots you as you smile at him and quickly excuses himself from the team. As he runs up to you, the students stand back to make way for him. Having everyone’s eyes on you two made you a bit uneasy, but this was eased off almost immediately when Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he spins you around. 

“Hey! Put me down, people are staring,” you say through giggles. Jungkook listens and carefully places you back on your feet but still keeps his arms around you. 

“Sorry, I was just happy to see my girl cheer for me.” The petname makes you blush and Jungkook flashes that boyish grin of his. He has gotten a lot more cheesier ever since you started exclusively dating, you weren’t sure if you could handle much more.

“You do know this means you’re up against Slytherin for finals next week, right?” you tilt your head to the side and feign cluelessness.

Jungkook is quick to match your taunt. “U-huh, and I don’t plan on losing this time.”

In losing battles, you have to admit to defeat and surrender, just like how you’ve completely given in to Jungkook and let him win you over. But that doesn’t me you’re always going to go easy on him.

“Neither do I,” you retort back with a smirk.

*Snitchnip -  a Quidditch foul that occurs when any player other than the Seeker catches or touches the Golden Snitch.

A/N: first story of the hogwarts series is finally up and its starring bestest boi koo! this took me longer than expected and the ending feels kind of rushed but i hope you guys like it! if this story ends up doing well, i might even post a mini jungkook pov :>

[jj-babebank]

Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 5

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being… Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death. Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 Masterlist

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Part 5 -

53 days of camp left

The first day at Camp Willowdale was usually pretty straightforward – campers arrive, sign in, move into their designated cabins where they meet their counselors, then all gather in the Wildcat Lodge to get their schedules, maps, badges and compasses. Ever since Pricilla’s daughter left her, she ditched the idea of having a stable with horses at camp (saying it reminded her way too much of Wendy, and also cost a lot of money to maintain), and settled for scavenger hunts in full scout mode in the forest, hence the compasses and badges. Every camper was given a first badge for participation and would get the chance to earn new badges to add to their collection during their nine week stay. Pricilla made sure that there was a badge for literally everything – from successfully starting a fire to throwing out the trash. She liked to do this to make all the campers feel included and special, which on its own sounded like a wonderful thing, however her actual motives were selfish – happy kids meant happy parents, and happy parents meant money. She also liked to turn everything into a competition, so she established a scoring system that nobody but her understood, where she’d award or deduct points from different groups and the group with the most points at the end of the summer will be crowned conquerors of the camp at a made up end-of-summer event Pricilla named the “Camp Will-all-hail banquet”. Caroline always found the name to be extremely tacky, but much like mostly everything that Pricilla put her finger onto, it wasn’t surprising.

JJ and Caroline had gotten assigned to Teens 2. Unsurprisingly, everyone in their group was almost their age, which seemed like somewhat of a recipe for disaster, as Caroline feared that this could result in the teens refusing to follow orders from someone who is basically their age. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that their group of teens was actually quite well-mannered and well-behaved. John B and Sarah’s teens, however, were a whole different story.

“You sure you got T2 and not T1?” panted Sarah after finally sitting down at the counselors table beside Caroline for dinner.

Caroline smirked, “Positive,” she confirmed, not being able to hide her amusement at the sight of an already tired Sarah, “Why’d you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” said Sarah sarcastically, “Well, besides all the girls, and I’m pretty sure one of the boys, having a massive thing for John B, and them all quite literally being the spawns of Satan, hm… no reason,”

Caroline laughed at Sarah’s words, looking over at the table where her group and Sarah’s were seated at. Two of the T1 girls were giggling while telling a story, while everyone else’s attention was on them. Caroline came to the conclusion that they would be the It Girls at this year’s camp, bossing everyone around. She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony that it was Sarah who got these two as they were literally mini versions of her.

“Heard my name being called,” John B slid onto the bench across the table from the girls. Now that everyone had been sorted, the Wildcat Lodge seating area had been rearranged so that the groups would be sat together according to their ages, and the counselors would be sat together according to their groups. The head staff had their own table at the very foot of the podium, right next to where the food was, conveniently.

JJ was quick to join their group at their respective table, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, nothing,” Caroline said nonchalantly, “Just Sarah being jealous over her girls liking John B, no biggie,” Sarah kicked her under the table, earning an, “Ow!”

John B’s eyes immediately shot up, that familiar twinkle of excitement swimming through his honey orbs, “Jealous?”

“As if,” barked Sarah, squinting her eyes at him threateningly.

“We’ll see about that, baby cakes,” John B winked, diving into his dinner.

“So,” said JJ, lowering his voice in case any of the neighboring tables were listening, “What’s the plan, guys?”

Caroline shook her head, “I don’t even know where we could start, I mean, the only clue we’ve got so far is that message we had to scrub off the rock this morning before the campers arrived…”

John B thought for a second, “Hey, wasn’t Topper paired up with her?” he said suddenly.

Caroline’s eyes widened in realization, “John B, you’re a genius!” she said, earning a proud smile from the boy, “Last night at the counting, Topper said something about feeling guilty for not offering her his jacket!” the four of them turned to look towards Topper’s table. He was sitting quietly, barely poking at his food, while the rest of his fellow counselors were having an animated conversation around him. Caroline turned back towards her friends, “Chances are he was the one who saw her last!”

“Yeah, and judging by the look of his face, he doesn’t seem too excited about it,” remarked JJ.

“Can you blame him? I’d be pissed if I was paired with Madison, too,” muttered Sarah, scrunching her nose at the leafy salad in her plate.

“Tonight at the bonfire,” said Caroline, “Sarah’s going to offer him some help with his girls, seeing as he’s dealing with all of his kids alone,”

“Hey, why me?” Sarah frowned at the plan.

“Because you’re the one who had a massive crush on him back in the day,” Caroline whispered in Sarah’s ear, resulting in Sarah kicking her under the table again. Caroline bit back a groan as she smiled forcefully, looking at the two boys in front of her, “Okay, well, sounds like we’ve got a plan.”

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After handing out the songbooks and marshmallows to all of their teens, Caroline, JJ, Sarah and John B took a seat at their designated log next to their groups, which had somehow bonded during dinner and were all laughing together.

“Alright, settle down kids!” Pricilla said, causing everyone’s chatter to die down, “As you have already been informed, it is a Willowdale tradition to perform our very own rendition of Bomfiara every morning and night until the end of camp. The songbooks you’ve been kindly given by your counselors contain the lyrics to all of the camp songs we’re going to be singing this summer, but I’m sure that by the end of it you won’t be needing the books anymore,” Pricilla fake-laughed at her own joke while everyone just started at her blankly, “Okay, well, let’s sing!” she gave the tone and everyone started signing.

“This is so lame,” said one of the girls Caroline proclaimed as “It Girls” earlier that evening, “We’re too old for this BS,”

“You got that right,” mumbled Sarah.

“Oh, come on, I love it, it used to be our favorite tradition!” whined John B.

The two girls squealed and started pinching each other, immediately opening their songbooks and joining in on the singing, making intense eye contact with John B with their best seductive looks. Sarah rolled her eyes at the scene.

“See?” she whispered to Caroline, “This is what I meant!”

Caroline smirked at the blonde girl, “Am I sensing… jealousy?”

Sarah scoffed at the remark, “Pf, yeah right,” she said defensively, “I’m just annoyed that they’re only listening to what he’s saying and we’re supposed to be counselors together.”

Caroline nodded slowly, pretending to be buying the story, “Yeah, sure,” she turned to look at Topper, who regardless of the fact that he was surrounded by his group and fellow counselors, still seemed down, the camp fire illuminating his distant face, “Speaking of together, when do you wanna go talk to Topper?”

Sarah followed Caroline’s gaze towards the boy, “Once this stupid song is over,”

Caroline nodded and both girls turned towards their group again, where the It Girls were still making sexy eyes at John B, who seemed totally clueless to their approach as he was belting the lyrics of the much familiar song out loud, waving JJ’s hands every so often.

Once the song was over and everyone got back to their regular chitchat, Sarah stood up and straightened her shorts and camp sweatshirt as she made her way towards Topper.

“Hey, Top, this seat taken?” she said, referring to the empty spot on the log next to him where Madison was supposed to be sat.

Topper looked at Sarah as if she’d just said a distasteful joke, “Hey, Sarah…” he muttered, “Obviously not,”

“Awesome!” Sarah smiled widely, plopping down next to the boy.

“So,” Topper started awkwardly, “What brings you here?”

“Saw you from across the pit,” she explained directly, “Couldn’t help but notice that you seem lonely,”

“Yeah, well,” Topper looked at her with a look of disapproval once again, “I sort of am,”

Sarah pretended to only just realize what he was talking about, “Riiight… So, about that,” she chirped again, “Last night you said something about a jacket?”

Topper sighed, “Yeah, Madison said she was cold when we were in our cabin and instead of offering her my jacket, I sort of felt… relieved that she was going to leave me for a second to go grab hers. I should’ve known that something was wrong when she was gone for over 10 minutes, instead I just laughed around with Kelce and the boys and then we heard the scream…”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “Oh, please, you’re not blaming yourself for it, are you?”

“I mean, I kinda am,” Topper confessed, “If I wasn’t too caught up in being annoyed that I’d been paired up with her, I’d have just given her my jacket or followed her to your cabin to get hers and none of this would’ve happened,”

Sarah tried putting on her best apologetic smile as she reached for Topper’s hand, taking him by surprise, “Look, Top, I hate Madison just as much as the next person, but I hardly think any of this was your fault. She probably just used the jacket as an excuse to ditch and got excited to see her rookie boyfriend, hence the scream,”

Topper frowned, “Don’t tell me you actually believe all that?”

Sarah shrugged, “I mean, she was a drama queen,”

Topper pulled his hands away from Sarah’s, shaking his head, “Just go, Sarah,”

Sarah looked over towards her friends across the fire pit who were all staring at her in anticipation, as she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed them a, “Sorry, I tried,” making her way back to where they were seated.

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A/N: Camp has finally officially begun and so has the search for truth ~~ As always, let me know what you think, I hope you are enjoying the story so far, I'm super excited to be writing this xxx

tags: @k-k0129 ; @hayleyy-l ; @marvellover04

Part 6 here

[russianbluewitch]

“Daughters AU” aka South Parkettes

This is a story about an alternate future of South Park where everyone stayed friends, and while some of the boys left for college, nearly everyone came back, and now most of them have daughters in third grade.

Disclaimer: Just because I put these boys certain couples doesn’t mean I necessarily ship any of these things. I’m not really into shipping; please don’t drag me into ship discourse.

The main 4:

Sandy Marsh, daughter of Stan and Wendy Marsh

-Daddy’s little girl

-Tomboy who plays baseball; star hitter for the otherwise all boy team. Stan pitches to help her practice

-Embraces gender nonconformity in part because she wants to please her parents, giving Stan a pseudo-son and showing Wendy that she isn’t oppressed by stereotypes and the future is bright or something

-BFFs with Esther

-Aware of her dad’s chronic depression, despite Stan’s attempts to hide it, and believes it’s her job to make him smile. It’s not the healthiest mindset

-Out loud, takes pride in being a maverick who does what she likes, no matter what society says, but this is masking insecurity. She’s really more of a people pleaser with a very short list of people she lives to please.

-joined the Boy Scouts instead of the Girl Scouts because having her mother as a den mother felt weird to her and also Butters is the best scout leader

-long black hair that’s usually in a ponytail under a baseball cap, but she lets Esther style it for fun sometimes since Esther’s own hair is unmanageable

-Also owns a blue knit beret with a red poofball

Esther Brovloski-Dacyzyn, daughter of Dr. Kyle Brovloski and Maya Dacyzyn

-Daughter of Kyle and who? Maya is someone Kyle met in college and she might get her own post later. Sorry for canon x OC but like, most people don’t get married to people they knew in elementary school

-Anyway Esther is Sandy’s BFF, the girly girl to Sandy’s tomboy

-artsy, good with her hands; likes to play salon owner and give makeovers

-also rigidly religious. Gets it from her mom’s side. Doesn’t go out of her way to yell at people who aren’t Jewish; this mostly comes up when she opts out of certain activities.

-an absolute brick wall when she’s angry or being stubborn.

-Kyle does morality by heart, which is why he spends so many episodes fretting about stuff. Esther does morality by the book, in the hopes that she doesn’t have to live her life waffling all over like that.

-inherited her dad’s hair and hates it. Keeps it under a pink knit hat with two dangling pompoms

Erin Cartman, daughter of ???

-Eric found a baby lying in a field and decided to keep it for reasons no one knows but himself.

-(going to call Eric Cartman just Cartman and Erin just Erin for the rest of this post)

-For as long as Cartman was alive there was only one person he cared about. Then he found Erin and that number became two. And the people of South Park trembled.

-absolutely a spoiled brat just like her father before her

-even if she’s not biologically related to Cartman she’s still recognizably the fattest kid in South Park

-did I say Esther was the girly girl? No THIS is the girly girl

-everything she owns is sparkly or bedazzled. Only the best for Cartman’s little princess

-wears fairy wings or princess costumes on random occasions. Her normal outfit is an iridescent pink parka lined with faux fur

-way more likely than her dad ever was to throw down, even with grown adults. Battle cry is “I’ll scratch your eyes out!”

-“Daddy! You can’t hit Kyle like that! You’ll go to jail for assault, and then I’ll grow up as a fatherless degenerate! I’ll hit him for you :)”

-raised in a large part by her grandmother, because yes Cartman still lives with his mom.

-“Grandma! Daddy’s being mean to me!” “Eric, go to your room!”

-Cartman will then actually go to his room and think about what he’s done

-oh did you think Cartman would be married in this future? Haha no. And now Erin will make sure he never has another lady in his life.

-on the other hand, Kenny was also around to help with Erin when she was little and now she regards him as a second dad that she goes to for actual advice, much like Cartman used to do with Chef.

-considers Jenny her younger sister. The feeling is not mutual.

-actually about a year older than the other three daughters, but she’s in third grade now because when she was five she just didn’t want to start school and no one made her. It wasn’t until the other three were ready that she got jealous and agreed to start school.

-hates Kyle and Esther and Jews because her father told her to. Doesn’t actually know what Jewish means.

Jenny McCormick, daughter of Kenny McCormick and Dora Boxx

-of who? A serial black widow. Long story.

-her mom is not in her life anymore except for occasional jump scares and special episodes. It’s just her and her dad against the world.

-she remembers. But Kenny never remembers that she knows.

-takes perverse pleasure in creeping people out. Collects spiders and worms just to scare her classmates; draws pictures of people bleeding to death in crayon

-claims she sees ghosts and demons. She definitely knows some things about the past of South Park that she couldn’t have found out otherwise.

-mostly wears her dad’s old parkas. He’s got like eighty of them from his various resurrections and he’s still collecting more. They tend to get damaged or set on fire and she likes to confuse her friends by pretending she only has the one parka and she just fixed it somehow. To her, it feels like wearing a hug.

-hangs out with Erin over Sandy and Esther when it comes to that, despite her undisguised hatred of Erin, or perhaps because of it.

-is she an inheritor of her dad’s curse? No one’s sure yet. Kenny’s not about to let anyone find out.