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i love your art sm!! have you ever drawn raven?
the 80s girlfriends of all time
#every time i draw kory she gets more saturated#starfire#raven#teen titans#koriand'r#rachel roth#starrae#ig?#dc comics#4 u sweet anon#mart#the ask and the answer#nerd x jock core
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READER TO YAN! JOCK AFTER HE KEEPS ANNOYING THEN: I get turned on from seeing my exam results more than seeing your sorry ass. Thus, I do not think we are compatible in any shape, form or reality. Leave.
YAN! JOCK & YAN! NERD (who was watching from afar like the creep they are): Holy shit. Are you… my soulmate?
READER: *has an aneurysm* For fuck’s sake—
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagine#yandere oc#yandere fic#yandere oc x reader#yandere original character#yandere quotes#yandere x you#yandere core#yandere jock#yandere nerd
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ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ
pairing(s): sam carpenter x g!p!stem!reader
warning(s): none. very very brief kiss. mentions of reader being a nerd/nerd-like. not proofread.
summary: sam might have said no to your date but you get something even better.
part two. coming soon!
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when you met chad, you’d never thought you would become best friends with a guy like him. he was an idiot jock, who liked to party and be shirtless.
you were a smart tutor, a somehow homebody who liked to party. so i guess, you could say that’s what you guys had in common,
partying.
you tutored chad every wednesday but one weekend at a frat party you bumped into the jock, surprisingly ending up having a drinking contest. you found it a little odd to be drinking with the same guy you’re tutoring but chad found it cool, he found you cool. he had never met anyone as smart as you but now he had never met anyone more fun than you.
as much as he loved his friends if core four, he couldn’t deny you were down for things with him they wouldn’t be. after, the partying and drinking contest together, you both got more comfortable together, setting up study dates at each other’s apartments.
those study dates eventually became call of duty battles, checking out the girls on campus together, sometimes hitting the gym together. there was no denying you and chad were newly best friends, despite ethan’s sulking jealousy.
now, you were glad you met chad but even more glad when he introduced you to the core four, more importantly sam.
sam.
you were no better than a man when you first laid your eyes on the girl, you stared at her like she was a piece of meat. it was so bad that now everytime she entered room and you were there, chad just had to joke telling you to close your mouth.
you were sure sam sorta kinda had thing for you too, from chad she was super uptight with new people, definitely not a trusting person but with you, she was chill. she sat next to you during movie nights, shared the popcorn with you, sometimes she even laid her legs in your lap.
this enflamed your crush even more, well until tara claimed it was only because she thought anyone chad brought around was just as dumb as him. and no dumb person could be ghostface.
but she was wrong, you were top of all your classes, well almost all.
fuck chemistry.
“chad, focus.” you slap the back of the boy’s head who had dozed off at the sight of tara.
“ow! i am focused!”
“stop being a baby, i didn’t even hit you that hard. now, how many vertices are in this problem?” you point at the math sketch in the textbook.
“uh…7?” you pinch the bridge of your nose.
you had been at the kitchen counter for hours trying to tutor chad but he had only gotten two questions right.
“look, don’t get mad at me you’re the one who supposed to help me know this stuff.”
“you’re impossible to teach!” you throw your hands up, dramatically letting them fall back down.
“what are you doing?” you turn your head a the familiar voice, your favorite voice.
sam who had just emerged from her room from a hibernated nap.
“trying to tutor this idiot.”
“hey!” you ignore chad, all you energy engorged with sam.
“you? tutor?”
“uh, yeah, i’m top of all my classes…well except for one.” stupid chemistry, you thought.
“you are?” you nod.
“then why are you friends with chad?”
“hey!”
“i ask myself the same thing.” sam just nods at your words, making her way to the fridge.
“can we take a break now?” you flag chad off and he takes that was his leeway to take the couch with tara.
“soo…sam?” you move your way around the counter.
“yea?” she answered despite her back away from you as her eyes scanned the fridge.
“i was thinking, i mean if you want to uh go to a movie with me?”
you watched as her movements paused and she turned towards you, you couldn’t pinpoint what she was feeling or her facial expression but there was something there.
“sorry but i can’t…” she trailed off, closing the fridge and seemingly retreating back down the hallway into her room.
you stood there, dumbfounded.
dumbfounded yet unphased, if sam carptener’s love was a challenge the nerd in you would gladly accept it.
“she’s not gonna give up, just watch.” you hear chad mumble to tara, which you flipped him off.
in the coming weeks after that you expected sam to avoid you like a plague but she did the opposite, it was like everytime you were over she went out of her way to be around you. making sure to touch your shoulder when she moved by you, hugging you as a greeting, hell she even cuddled with you on movie nights and to say the least, you did not mind.
but what you did mind was when you asked about her rejecting your advances, she would avoid it.
once again the nerd in you would not allow this, you would get to the bottom of it and right now was the perfect timing. everyone had left to the store to collect snacks for movie night, minus chad who was in tara’s room doing god knows what with the girl.
it was just you and sam, empty and open apartment, side by side on the couch while family feud played.
“so, you’re really not gonna tell me why you won’t go out with me?”
“you don’t give up do you?” the carpenter turned you, resting her hand on the back of your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair.
see.
“you’re so clingy when i’m here, so why won’t you go out with me?” you watched as she bit her lip, suppressing a taunting smile from you.
“you’re cute, you know, i think you’re cute.”
you smile, “i think you’re cute too, so go out with me?”
a breathy chuckle came from the girls lips, and she moved close to you.
“kiss me.”
“what?” you were taken back.
“kiss me before i change my mind.” and then you didn’t hesitate. you closed the little space that was between you two, landing a soft but stern kiss onto her lips. your hands finding her hips, pulling her closer and her arms found their way around your neck.
a sigh of relief and satisfaction somehow escaped your lips, while a hum escaped hers. her kiss was candy mint, it tastes good and you didn’t wanna stop but unfortunately air became an issue and you reluctantly pulled away, “so does this mean i can take you out?”
“stop asking me out.” she scoots away just in time because the door flew open and in came ethan with bags on bags while anika and mindy came behind with empty hands.
“thanks for the help.” ethan mutters sarcastically.
━━━ part two (coming soon!) take it easy on me, it’s my first time writing in MONTHS.
#sam carpenter#sam carpenter x y/n#sam carpenter x female reader#sam carpenter x you#sam carpenter x reader#tara carpenter#chad meeks martin#ethan landry#mindy meeks martin#scream#scream six#sam loomis#ghostface
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hiiii! i was hoping for a mm!raph x fem!reader and maybe she’s a hallway crush for him and he finally talks to her and then they’re literally in love LIKE HARD CORE
Hallway Crush (Fluff)
MM!Raphael x reader
A/N: Mind reader you are. I’ve been thinking about writing this one for some time, so thank you for asking😂❤️ I’ve cut it a little short today, as I’m still getting used to a normal everyday in a kindergarten, so it became more high school crushing instead of full on in love. Hope you enjoy❤️
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Raphael stood with his head in his locker, acting like he was looking through his stuff for something specific. Well, he was in fact looking for something, but it was nothing in his locker. No it was down the hall, standing at their own locker, picking out the books for their next class.
This was not what Raph had imagined high school to be like. He had thought it would be like those movies he and his brothers used to see back in the lair. The stereotypical jock that had it easy, never scared about what people thought of him, every guy wanted to be like him, he picked on the nerd and had a pretty girlfriend. That was how Raph had thought his high school life would be like. But that was far from the reality he was served with.
Raph had made it onto the wrestling team, so that made him a jock, right? But nothing about school was easy. Raph struggled with reading and math, and he often found himself feeling a little subconscious whenever someone looked at him for too long. His turtle exterior might have been accepted by the people of New York City, but every long stair made him feel a little unsure. Raph was very dependent on Donnie and his nerd friends helping him out with homework, and at times he feared that people would rather get to know his brothers instead of him. And he did not have a girlfriend. But he did have a crush on probably the prettiest girl in the whole school. Great, right? No!
Raph had never even talked a single word to you, but stared at you from his locker, more than happy to be late for class if he could watch you for a little longer. There had been times where Raph had tried to talk himself up, wanting to start up a conversation with you, but instead he found that his hands were getting sweaty at the mere thought of talking to you. His heart rising and his body shaking whenever you were close by in the cantine, or those few times he had found himself at the same water fountain as you. He almost forgot to breathe whenever you looked in his direction, averting his gaze, never knowing if you ever actually looked at him. And the brutal truth was that Raph wasn’t even sure if you knew his name, but he surely knew yours, often finding it repeating itself in his head.
Despite that, Raphael did exactly as he had done every single day, after he saw you for the first time. He stayed at his locker, watching you as you looked through your stuff, getting ready for your next class.
Raph was relieved that his brother’s weren’t around. They had obviously seen the way their brother has started to act whenever you were in his line of sight. Mikey and Donnie had a blast, realizing that it wasn’t Leo that had gotten a crush on a human, but Raph as well, giving the two youngest something good to tease both of their oldest brothers with.
Raph felt his shoulders slump, remembering Leo’s crush on April. He felt like slamming his head against the side of his locker. Here he was, fearing something as small as your eyes turning his way, and his duns of a big brother was talking to his own crush everyday, even if he was rambling and fumbling over his words. This could not be. There was no way that Leo was better at this than Raph was. It could not be. And with those thoughts in mind, Raph once again tried to talk himself up.
“You can do this, dude”, he whispered to himself, daring another look in your direction. “You fought Superfly. You saved New York City. If you can’t talk to a girl, who can? Even Leo can do it, and he is a duns”.
Raph shut his locker with a sigh, before doing something he had never thought he would do. He walked in your direction, determined finally to have a conversation with you. You however, didn’t seem to notice Raph until he was a few feet from you. You shut him a small friendly smile, causing his heart to flutter and his body to shake with nervousness.
“H- hey”, Raph stammered, cringing at the way his voice cracked. He expected you to huff annoyed at him before leaving, but instead your small friendly smile deepened to a genuine smile.
“Well, hi to you too”, you smiled, a giggle escaping your lips when you saw his flustered expression. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Uhm… uh… yeah! I- I know you, (Y/N), but you don’t know me - sorry, no - I- I’ve seen you around, a- and I- I thought you were r- really”. Raph stalled at the way your eyes watched him with genuine curiosity and kindness, patiently waiting got him to finish. “W- will you go out with me?”
Raph had feared you would laugh, but not like you did now. It was light hearted and calm, and not in the least bit taunting. No, it was friendly and happy, somehow calming Raph’s frayed nerves down.
“I would love to do that, Raphael”, you smiled, trying to hide a small blush on your face.
Raph stared at you, his mouth agasp and eyes wide. “Y- you know m- my name?”
“Of course I do”, you smiled with a small giggle, avoiding eye contact for a few seconds. It was when Raph realized that you were nervous too. “Everybody does. You and your brothers saved the city, and well”. Biting your lip, you reached out and tucked on the sleeve on his flannel, making his heart skip a beat. “You’re hard not to notice. I’m not just talking about the whole turtle thing”.
“Oh?”, Raph asked, somewhat shocked. “You really think so?”
“Yeah”, you nodded, smiling brightly at him.
“Okay”, Raph said with a fond smile, feeling his nervousness fade away, giving way to a sudden urge of confidence, leaning against the locker. “Then what do you say to a pizza date this Friday?”
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Hi Maren and EJ!
Loved your recent episode exploring the MCR music video discog through the lens of ‘The Feminine Figure’ and their role in film. I got thinking about the I’m Not Okay video and how it heavily references the 1984 film ‘Revenge of the Nerds’. Along with ‘Heathers’ (A queer classic), the film is probably the biggest cinematic influence on the video. Ray’s line ‘and you don’t know karate’ is lifted from a scene in ‘Revenge of the Nerds’ where a jock asks one of the nerds (a character of Asian descent) “Do you know karate? No? Good.” before fitting his head with a used jockstrap.
The I’m Not Okay video subverts the sexist tropes utilised in the 80’s film, in that it refuses to use women as a means for male social upward-mobility or treat them as prizes to be won by our geeky little band. In the film, popular and pretty women are made to suffer at the hand of the Nerds, because their suffering elevates their abusers to that elusive status of ‘A Real Man’. For example, the lead female character, Betty, is sexually exploited by our hero character and later falls in love with him, thereby allowing the nerd character to cuck (emasculate) the jocks. She exists as the vehicle for the titular revenge, and she is also (of course) a cheerleader.
MCR choose to redirect their revenge toward traditional masculinity itself. To mock it instead of aspire to it, and this subversion starts before the very first ‘Have you ever felt?’ appears onscreen. When Gerard utters ‘Maybe I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna-‘ the departure begins. An alternative path to belonging is offered. Through the lens of the ‘revenge against the bullies’ trope we can read Gerard’s line as: “I don’t want to walk the line that this narrative sets up for me. I don’t want to be like them, I want to make it my own way.” Metatextually signifying: “We, as a band, will do things our own way”.
It can’t be overstated how important this video was in setting MCR apart from both their peers and their previous work. The social values of the band are made clear as day, marking a departure from the more typical emo-core lyrical trappings that we see on Bullets and a maturation in Gerard’s songwriting. We see and hear violence on Three Cheers, but its target is not the cheating girlfriend (Honey, This Mirror) or the pretty co-worker that won’t give you the time of day (Cubicles). Instead, we see Gerard turn his anger inward (Helena) and violence itself transformed into something alluringly psycho-sexual (I Never Told You).
In summary: See Gerard Way 2002 “This song’s about killing the head cheerleader just to get a hardon” vs Gerard Way 2022 I am the head cheerleader with a hardon.
Looking forward to the Angels in America episode. Love your work! X
this is SUCH A GREAT ASK THANK YOU!!! This was so fun to read and discuss on the pod. Check out our response at 38:00 in the new episode!
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6) Cordarren (Cordelia x Darren) vs Haybell (Hayden x Izzy)
Cordarren (Cordelia x Darren)
1) Ugh they’re SO goals!! Like totally your classic jock x nerd couple but like he’s not really a jock archetype and she’s not really a nerd archetype!! He literally makes a #wcw post for her every single Wednesday without fail!!! I’ve heard she hems all of his shorts too!! And they even have a cute puppy!!!! They’re just so cuteeeeeee 🙈💙💛💙💛💙
2) i want someone to be as obsessed w me as darren is with cordelia 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Haybell (Hayden x Izzy)
1) 🖤🖤 they have matching nip piercings i just know it
2) they r so grunge indie teen movie core but like real
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Filled out another ship questionnaire for Tiara x Jewel because it's fun and no one else will probably do it but me lol
What’s their love languages?
-Tiara knows Jewel’s big into science & history so anytime she comes across something interesting she’ll share it.
-Jewel nags out of love.
Do they have a dynamic trope? (enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)
-Sporty & Studious I guess? Jock x Nerd? Princess x Normal girl
Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who’s banned from the kitchen?
-Both of them are just ok cooks, since it’s Jewel’s house Tiara probably would do most of the cleaning. Jewel is probably banned from cooking the main dish whenever Tiara visits because all of Jewel’s food is too spicy for her (Tiara likes spice but like. A level 2 or 3 vs Jewel’s 5+ level).
What’s their favorite sleeping/cuddling positions?
-Tiara’s the little spoon
Who does what chores?
-They’re both pretty responsible enough to do whatever. Tiara’s more likely to fix stuff using duct tape and tools herself “what? it works fine!” while Jewel’s more likely to take it to a professional.
Jewel’s also more likely to make the bed or interior decorate.
Do they go out often or prefer to stay indoors?
-I could see them going out a lot, Tiara’s not one to sit still too often. Jewel’s up for a little excitement so she’s happy to go anywhere also.
Who is the more romantic one?
-Probably Tiara, I think she tries to seem cool and collected but she’s not really used to having someone her age to depend on, so she turns into mush.
Even though her being a princess isn’t really that important to her, I could also see her internalizing fairy tale ideals like “true love’s first kiss” and “love conquers all” that sort of thing.
Jewel’s a lot more practical comparatively.
Do they have any favorite activities to do together?
-I think Jewel’s a bit of a sports fan, like she’s good at strategizing and analyzing the best way to play. Tiara’s definitely more of a jock so she gets really competitive and enjoys sports both as a spectator and to play.
So I think they both enjoy athletic activities but in different ways.
Who drives and who picks out the music?
-Jewel drives, Tiara tries to be good and let Jewel pick the music but after like, an hour in, it’ll devolve into whatever Tiara wants. Jewel’s into loud music though so it’s ok.
What’s their opinion on PDA?
-Hand holding and hugs are ok, Jewel’s a little embarrassed by anything deeper than that. Tiara’s not shy but she also doesn’t want to make Jewel uncomfortable.
Who does fashion shows after a mall trip and who watches and compliments them?
- Both really. But Jewel is more inclined to spoil Tiara with gifts
Do they go on vacations together? Where is their favorite place to visit?
-Tiara’s always traveling but it’s for her search for her father so it’s been an incredibly long time since she’s gotten to actually relax without having a weight on her mind. If their schedule’s line up Jewel will come with Tiara somewhere but she’s also there to help in the search.
They promise that one day when this is over they’ll travel to all the places they didn’t get to go together.
What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?
They’re a long distance relationship mostly, so pretty much anything
What does a relaxing night in look like for them?
-At their core they’re Sega characters, so they like to play games. Board games, card games, video games. Or just enjoy each other’s company.
What does a date night out look like for them?
Favorite place to go is the local sports bar for chicken wings, but if they’re feeling a little fancier maybe a new restaurant they haven’t been to and just chat and hang out for hours. Sometimes a dance club if Tiara wants to blow of steam or a movie if Jewel’s feeling stressed.
How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?
-Tiara will sit still for a bit. If she’s comfortable enough to sit with you for longer than an hour I think you’re in.
-Jewel....I think Jewel gets very stuck in her routine that doing something outside of that is big deal to her. If she's willing to meet in the middle on something or want to try something new because she knows it'll make you happy - I think that's proof enough that she cares for you.
What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?
-Jewel’s clothes are too small for Tiara, but she will try on some of her business blazers when she’s not looking
-Jewel knows Tiara’s clothes won't fit her so she’s too embarrassed to even try. She will borrow or hats, sunglasses or something else of Tiara’s if they’re outdoors a lot for the day.
Which of their friends/family pokes fun at them for them getting flustered/affectionate?
Oh Tangle playfully teases Jewel whenever it comes up, she never goes too far with it, but Jewel makes it too easy sometimes. Whisper’s starting to do it too.
How do they apologize after arguments?
Just. With words. Like you’re supposed to. Tiara might get a little extra cuddly.
Do they like pick up lines?
-Tiara will try and sometimes it works if Jewel is caught off guard. But some days Jewel be so caught up in trying to get something done she’ll be like “that’s sweet of you to say, hey help me carry that stack of papers?”
What are their favorite places to kiss on their partner(s)? What are their favorite types of kisses?
-Tiara likes forehead kisses, she’s also a sucker for being kissed on the hand.
-Jewel is sensitive all over
What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting?
-Jewel’s home in Spiral Hill is probably where they’d end up for a long time. If they ever moved it’d probably be in some kind of mobile home traveling the world. In any case Tiara would do any heavy lifting required and Jewel decorates
Do they have any pets or kids?
-Nah, but I think if they were older I could see them wanting to start a family
Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?
-Tiara would probably have to be the one to propose, just because she’s the type to not settle in one place and Jewel would be too nervous of that rejection. But it would work out once Tiara’s closure with her father finally isn’t weighing on her anymore.
As for a wedding I think Jewel would be focused on getting all the logistics figured out (how does the world’s best wedding planner relax for their own wedding?) while Tiara is more focused on making the funest reception ever. They’d say it’s just a small get together but it turns into Spiral Hill’s wedding of the year.
What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?
Silly answer: Buffalo wings…
Real Answer: Since Jewel deals a lot with missing person reports she, in a sad way, always has Tiara in the back of her mind. It helps keep her focus in her work though, she takes it very seriously.
Since Tiara’s been doing more research on gems since meeting Jewel she’s also constantly reminded on Jewel’s influence on her. Every time she sees something cool or finds book that teaches her something new she thinks “Oh I wonder if Jewel’s seen this one?”
What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?
Buffalo wing side dish fight, Celery vs. Carrot stick. Jewel is team celery & Tiara is team carrot stick.
Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!
To the person who has the rights to Tiara: please consider letting Tiara and Jewel hold hands. It’s cute. Please give me your blessing because I’m going to keep doing it anyway.
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Personajes ya emparejados: Taken
Personajes que están reservados/destinados para alguien: Reserved
🎉 Mis Fanchilds 🍭
1. Brix (BirdCross) Taken
2. Falling Star (OuterKiller)
3. Roxana (HorrorCross)
4. Yúmén (NegaOcean) Taken
5. Olyu (BirdError) Taken
6. Adabella (Glitch!Sans×BettyNoir)
7. Skørhed (DustCross) Taken
8. Nerón (Phantom!Papyrus×X!Chara) Reserved
9. Daila (SlenderJeff) Taken
10. Brightness [rediseño] (NightOuter) Taken
11. Dark Glow (NightOuter) Taken
12. Drealler (DreamKiller)
13. Dreamer (DreamKiller)
14. Stawoz [rediseño] (GanzStrawberryNightmare) Taken
15. Coffee (HumanCcino×CrillSans) Taken
16. Resak (DeathFresh) Taken
17. Cookie (EpicCross) Reserved
18. Kylie (EpicCross)
19. Aaron (ScienceFell) Taken
20. Bullet (MafiaKiller) Reserved(?
21. Luxuriós (MafiaLust) Taken
22. Sol (SwadMare) Taken
23. Cutting (Empireverse!Killer×Swap!Cross) Taken
24. Cristel (Bill404) Taken
25. Asher (Bill404) Taken
26. Nicolás (DustFell) Taken
27. Scream (NightFell)
28. Azariel (NegaOcean)
29. Aghat (ErrorClassic) Taken
30. Violetta (DustCross)
31. Melness [rediseño] (MelancholyGanz×StrawberryNightmare) Taken
32. Cecil (ColorCross)
33. Deangel (FatalReaper)
34. Randy (PaperGoth)
35. Ravient (RavenGradient)
36. Jayden (OffenderKao) Taken
37. José (Camibel)
38. Claudia (Camibel)
39. Jorge (Camibel)
40. Bell (FloralCafe/Flowerfell x Ccino) Taken
41. Seliva (HorrorDust)
42. Abriil (EpicGanz)
43. Glitxy (ErrorGanz)
44. Helen (Sarume)
45. Félix (Sarume)
46. Deceit (ShatteredInk) Taken
47. Archibald (Gz Papyton) Taken
48. Selena (DeathFresh)
49. Kiyomi (DeathFresh)
50. Amatista (Quantumtale!Sans×Core!Frisk)
51. Melocotón (GanzStrawberryNightmare)
52. Emilo (Jaja x Killer)
53. Pólux (OuterCross)
54. Francis (Mel×Ganz×StrawberryNightmare)
55. Melissa (Dusk x Dawn)
56. Zhàdàn (MafiaError)
57. Fabrizio (FarmCcino)
58. Jennifer (FarmCcino)
59. Akram (FarmCcino)
60. Panne (Shattered Dream x Error)
61. Gebrochen (Shattered Dream x Horror)
💫 Combos 💫
1. Red Moon (NightFell) Taken
2. Aurolia (NightFell) Taken
3. Álvaro (EpicCrossInk) Taken
4. Levana (BillMare)
5. Nirāśe (BillMare404)
🍼 Babys de mis Ships canon 🍼
• Javier (Stawoz x Shin)
• Mark y Erik (Melness x Crazy)
🍡 Versiones Alternas 🍡
1. Príncipe!Stawoz (AU/Reinos)
2. Cristel, Asher, Red Moon (No corrupto y corrupto), Aurolia (AU/Héroes)
3. Nerd!Melness (AU/Nerd And Jock)
4. Jock!Stawoz (AU/Nerd And Jock)
✨ Oc's propios ✨
1. Iris Smith (Creepypasta)
(Aquí su historia → Iris Smith origen)
2. Justiciary!Killer (Justiciarverse)
3. Justiciary!Error (Justiciarverse) Reserved
4. Thiago: ángel vengativo (Minipasta?)
5. Chicle!Killer (CandyVerse) Taken
6. Icy!Dust (CandyVerse) Taken
7. Oreo!Cross (CandyVerse)
8. Candy Apple!Horror (CandyVerse)
9. Cotton Candy!Error (CandyVerse) Taken
10. Cake!Nightmare (CandyVerse) Taken
11. Juice!Dream (CandyVerse) Taken
12. Frutaffy!Ganz (CandyVerse)
13. Pink Licorice!Melancholy (CandyVerse)
14. Piedad (Protectora del bosque)
15. Marshmallow!Reaper (Candyverse) Taken
16. Akui (Sirviente demonio de Melness)
17. Tumblr!Papyrus (UnderTumblr)
18. Dance!Killer (DanceKiller AU)
19. Justiciary!Murder (Justiciarverse)
20. Xtremes!Ink (Candyverse)
21. Cookie!Epic (Candyverse) Taken
22. Milk shake!Color (Candyverse)
23. Macaroon!Outer (Candyverse)
★ Ships canon (Fanchilds) ★
•°•═════ஓ๑Ships con Kyoko_Luz (Wattpad)๑ஓ═════•°•
• Yume x Yúmén
• Olyu x Hinami
• Skørhed x Umi
• Daila x Alejandro
• Dark glow x Anexlli
• Stawoz x Shin
• Coffee x Takö
• Resak x Victoria
• Aaron x Flamy
• Luxuriós x Azami
• Sol x Yvonne
• Cutting x Karito
• Agnes x Cristel
• Asher x Mía
• Nicolás x Katsu
• Soldier x Aghat
• Red Moon x Sadashi
• Melness x Crazy
• Jayden x Yumi
• Archibald x Yurei
• Aurolia x Akira
• Álvaro x Kaede
• Deceit x Aiko
•°•═════ஓ๑Ships con @azulnadiasstuff═════•°•
• Sore x Brix
•°•═════ஓ๑Ships con @cimmerianbaby═════•°•
• Pencil x Brightness
•°•═════ஓ๑Ships con @the-creator-undertale-au═════•°•
• Pomme x Bell
♡ Ships canon (Pj's propios) ♡
•°•═════ஓ๑Ships con @the-creator-undertale-au═════•°•
• Chicle!Killer x WMC!Jaja
•°•═════ஓ๑Ships con @berrytales═════•°•
• Cotton Candy!Error x Blueberry!Berry
•°•═════ஓ๑Ships con @kai-drawnarts═════•°•
• Cookie!Epic x Marshmallow!Nadia
❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀
• Marshmallow!Reaper x Icy!Dust
• Cake!Nightmare x Juice!Dream
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You’re so real for the Jily/Dramione comparison actually ( strap in and please excuse my rambling- I’m tired and very passionate about this)
James/ Draco are essentially the same character. Canonically they were both spoilt, rich, bullies who didn’t really care about people they deemed were “below” them. The only MAJOR difference was how they defined who was underneath them.
Draco went for muggle borns and blood traitors and James went for anyone who breathed wrong near him. James was the one who got the redemption and the girl though (which is another difference between them)
Lily/Hermione are the smart muggleborn and they’re both pretty firey. Lily really had no interest in James until (roughly) seventh year and always considered him a bully. It’s the whole “he was mean because he liked her uwu” thing which. Ew. And is a whole other thing.
Hermione was called slurs repeatedly by Draco, and never viewed him as someone she could even be civil with, let alone DATE. Another “he was mean to her because he liked her UwU” situation.
I mean there are obviously differences because of circumstances and such but to their core they’re essentially the same (I don’t really like either)
I agree with all of this tbh, your ramblings described those ships perfecfully. I kinda tolerate jily in some fics because they just mentioned in passing and their existence is just to progress the plot. Little knows information about them, which isn't enough to made them dislikeable or likeable (at least to me). So it's up to each person how to intepret james and lily's character and how their relationship goes. In comparison, there's so many draco and hermione's information so intepreting their characters is easier, and enough interaction that made people wonder 'what-ifs'. While james and lily got together just because james matured, and thats coming from his biased friend.
And tbh i felt discomfort by those two ships because it reeks 'hot badboy who got fixed by pure kind girl' and both fits the trope 'quidditch jock x nerd', which is fine but i just want to pointed that out. While i like harmione (i have no opinion on lily), james and draco's attitude made them so punchable and i probably will sell matchsticks if people burned them. James and draco have shown no respect to lily and hermione while lily and Hermione regard them with hostility. While i love enemies to loverd troupe, it's almost impossible to made them together without them being forced by narrative, which means narrative have to erase some of their traits to made the ships happened.
#i felt hypocrite saying i dislike jily while most of my stuffs is jegulily#james lily (and reg) characters are like blank canvas because no info about them enough to made them a real character#which is good in some way because its interesting how different people intepret them#i am neutral with jock x nerd but somehow it felt like the authors self insert and people read them because they want to be the nerd#linny is the only jock x nerd i love#but even then their relationship already started as friends ig. and then both respected each others interests#draco in dramione has so many power and privilege which i dislike because i want that brat in pathetic condition like a wet cat
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Our Little Secret - Chapter 1
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader
Genre: College AU, Spider-Man/Spider-Girl AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut
Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.
Chapter Summary: A prologue to the story where you meet Eren Jaeger, the resident hot nerd, for the first time.
Content Warnings: explicit sex scene (happens at the end of the series, can be skipped if you want), swearing, mentions of characters going through depression, traumatic past events
Word Count: 4k
Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)
“So, there’s this girl.”
Twenty-one-year-old Eren Jaeger has been making a video journal every day for the last three years of his life, but never, not once, did he ever start with “So, there’s this girl,” like a lovesick fool.
Making daily entries of his life as a college student may sound a bit weird when he has zero social interactions with popular kids, zero chances of being invited to frat parties, and zero experience in dating cute girls—or just girls, period. Eren won’t think of himself as a nerd, despite what the jocks and rich kids called him. His neighbor—a.k.a his one and only friend—Armin Arlert is a nerd and Eren looks nothing like him.
Unlike the blonde boy who dresses himself in baggy clothes and huge thick eyeglasses, Eren dresses casually in a pair of dark jeans and a button-down denim shirt with his long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mother used to say that he was the prettiest boy in the world, but then again, she was his mother so she was obliged to say that. He thinks he looks okay.
He has dark brown hair, silky smooth. When he was younger, his strands used to be long enough for him to dress himself up like Pocahontas on Halloween without having to wear a wig (he got five buckets full of candies in one night, the neighbors loved him, he was the prettiest Pocahontas ever), but since he often got mistaken as a girl, he decided to trim it off. Now, his hair is only long enough to graze his shoulders every time he wears it loose. He tries to look cool and sporty by tying it up in a man-bun, which is probably quite popular in, like, a decade ago but whatever.
What makes him look totally different from those bunch of losers–no offense to all the nerds out there–is the fact that he is actually quite muscular for a college student. He does a part-time job every summer at his uncle's moving company where he's forced to lift stuff, ranging from boxes full of clothes and delicate dishes to a three-piece living room sectional. It builds up his arms and core, giving him a nice set of pecs and a pair of guns that don’t belong to someone who stays up all night playing Days Gone.
He’s taller than most of the nerds too, thankfully, standing six feet tall with his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he walks. And unlike Armin who has a human-size pillow featuring a printed image of a half-naked anime girl in a questionable lying pose, Eren’s bed is as dull as his life—a single size bed with normal size pillows and gray sheets that he wishes someday can smell pleasantly like a girl’s bergamot perfume instead of his yesterday’s sweat.
What makes him look a little bit like a nerd is probably the way he carries his Canon EOS 90D camera in his hands at all times. At one point, he swore he heard a girl named Hitch laughing behind his back, jeering, “Bet you a hundred bucks he named his camera Rachel or something and pretends it’s his girlfriend.” Eren pouted and groused under his breath for the rest of the day because Hitch was completely wrong about it. He doesn’t treat his camera as his girlfriend. He treats his camera as his life partner. They’re committed to each other. It isn’t just a fling. And no, its name isn’t Rachel. It’s Sarah. But that’s beside the point.
Nerds often wear thick eyeglasses due to their endless hours of gaming, binging TV shows and anime, or reading hentai mangas late at night. Even though Eren does all of those things, his eyesight is perfectly fine, maybe even better than most people. He’s shared infinite hours of gaming too—Overwatch is his favorite online game at the moment—but his vision is so perfect that he often catches the little details that people missed or perhaps he’s just pretty observant. But Eren doesn’t like his eyes that much. They’re too green, too radiant, and combined with his thick eyebrows knitted together in a neverending frown, they make him look a bit… frightening. They make him seem unapproachable.
“You’ve got a resting bitch face, that’s your problem,” Armin concluded one night as they sprawled next to each other on the floor with their Xbox controllers in hands. “That’s why you always scare people off. This is why you don’t have a girlfriend, man.”
“Yeah, 'cause you’re so popular yourself,” Eren snorted which was quickly followed by a groan when Armin’s character on the screen managed to shoot him dead for the fifteenth time that night. “You fucking kidding me right now? Gonna shoot me from behind like that? That's cheap, bro. I was still changing my weapons.”
“Pussy. I would’ve had your ass killed in a real war within seconds,” Armin mocked back, fixing his eyeglasses. “And excuse me, I don’t have a girlfriend because I choose not to have a girlfriend. I’m loyal to my wife.”
“Your wife is a 2D character with fox ears wearing a kimono that highlights her unproportional boobs.”
“Yes, your point?”
Eren sighed in defeat. When he said he was married to his fictional waifu, Armin wasn’t kidding. All those photoshopped pictures he hung on his wall and the silver wedding ring he kept around his fourth finger were solid pieces of evidence of that.
But Eren never really cared about finding himself a girlfriend. Actually, despite popular beliefs, he had a few girls asking him out for a coffee date. That goth girl Mikasa Ackerman was even obsessing over him at some point. He received a text from her one day that said, “Do you feel it?” which he answered with a frown, “Feel what?” Not a few seconds later, another text appeared on his screen. “I’ve got your voodoo doll. I’m sucking your balls right now.” And Eren, almost right away, thought All right, that’s enough social interaction for the day. He changed his phone number right after. He low-key wanted to change his name too and maybe invent a new whole identity for him, just to be safe.
Now, let’s go back to his video journal. Due to some personal reasons, Eren has been making one every night, usually right after he got home where his memory was still fresh. Today, his last class is canceled so he returns earlier than usual to the small house he shares with his Aunt Dina. She was the one who took him and his older brother Zeke into her home right after their parents passed away. Zeke, three years older than he is, has been taking a late shift at a local restaurant so he won’t be back before midnight.
“Hey,” Eren greets the beautiful old lady as he closes the front door behind him.
“Hey, darling,” Dina responds with a benign smile. “You’re early. How was your day?”
“Last class was canceled. A bit burned out from all the pop quizzes but if I could survive high school, I think I’ll live. I’ll be in my room if that’s okay?”
“Sure. Gonna talk to your girlfriend again?”
So, yeah, the camera is his life partner but his computer? Now that’s his girlfriend. “Yep.” Placing a little greeting kiss on her cheek, Eren makes his way to his room. He yawns as he tosses his bag without a care to his bed, switching on his iMac before he plops himself down on his favorite swivel chair.
Throwing his head back, he heaves the loudest sigh ever known to mankind as if he had the roughest workday on NASA trying to stop an asteroid from hitting the earth when all he did was try not to cry over the pop quiz he had in his advanced statistics class. It’s some kind of stress relief for him, sighing like that, which is another habit that he often does just like how he nibbles on his bottom lip whenever he feels nervous. That sigh is also a signal for his other girlfriend to come along.
“Hey ya, girl,” Eren coos as a little Siberian Husky climbs up to his lap. He just bought her from a very shady pet shop called “Bow Wow.” She’s a four-month-old puppy with a black and white fluffy coat and striking icy blue eyes. She always does this little bark whenever Eren tilts up his chin and howls at her as if she’s trying to communicate by imitating him but she’s too young to produce a howl. It never fails to make him laugh. “Who needs a girlfriend when I have you,” he giggles, nuzzling their noses together. “Not that I’m into bestiality or anything, but I think you’re super cute, Muffin.”
And yes, her name is Muffin, literally because the first thing he saw after he stepped out of Bow Wow—god, he hated that name—was this little girl wolfing down a blueberry muffin as if her life depended on it. Does he regret it? Probably. Should’ve named her something better like Grey Wind or Nymeria or something. Then again, Game of Thrones’ ending sucked balls so maybe he’s glad he didn’t name his dog after stupid direwolves that literally contributed nothing to the show but have cool-looking CGI.
Activating his iSight camera, Eren watches the little green indicator lights up above his monitor. He starts recording, staring blankly at the screen for a couple of seconds as he contemplates what he should say as a form of greeting. His favorite introduction had always been, “Today sucks donkey’s ass,” which promptly followed by him rambling for a whole thirty minutes about how ridiculously boring college was, or complaining about how good his archenemy Jean Kirstein’s hair looked that day—that stupid horseface.
If he was having a good day, he tended to be more chatty, not just talking about his day but also making theories about life itself. His last video lasted for almost two hours, trying to answer “Does fate exist? If so, do we have free will?” It was the stupidest two hours he’d ever wasted in his life as he, by the end of his session, couldn’t even come up with a single gratifying answer.
But today, Eren can't think of anything else but one thing, or rather, a person, which is why he gives up with a groan, rubbing a hand over his face as his cheeks turn rosy. Keeping one hand on his puppy’s head, idly stroking its fur, he stares straight at the camera and confesses, “So, there’s this girl.”
This girl is you, one of the most popular girls on his campus. You’re not notorious for your skimpy clothes or getting handsy at parties. Honestly, you’re not even sure why almost everyone—even several teachers—knows your name. Sure, you’re one of the brightest kids in the university who has a few science trophies under your belt, but surely, that’s not what makes you famous, is it?
But unlike you, Eren knows perfectly why you’re popular. You’re kind, every junior knows your name because you’re a reliable senior who’s always eager to help people. You’re not only smart, but you’re witty too. You have a wicked sense of humor, sarcasm is your weapon of choice, and your confidence level is over the roof. Eren can tell from how easily you can make people smile and laugh whenever you strike up a conversation. You have the sweetest smile he’s ever seen on a girl’s face—or anyone’s face, really, maybe even more beautiful than the smile he used to witness on his mother’s face. It doesn’t help that you’re super cute too—cuter than Muffin, even, and that’s saying something.
There are so many things he adores about you and he knows that once he opens his mouth to form your name, he’ll never stop until his computer explodes from overheating. He’s been trying not to talk about you for so long, keeping all of these emotions bottled up inside his chest because he doesn’t want to sound like an obsessive stalker more than he already is. He’s too ashamed to admit it, but he’s been keeping his eyes on you for… what, maybe a couple of years by now? God, he’s such an embarrassment. Even right now he’s giving himself secondhand embarrassment by watching his face turning all lovey-dovey on screen as he talks about you. But how can he not after what happened today?
It was during lunch break when he felt like his world was flipped upside down. He was sitting in the backyard of his campus, just chilling on the ground with his legs stretched out, not caring if it would leave grass stains and dirt on his dark blue jeans—which he would enormously regret in the next seven minutes as it made him look like he just shit his pants. He was playing with his camera—because what else could he be doing? Talking to himself? He already did that during the first period—when he caught sight of you sitting on a bench with a few of your close friends: Sasha, Historia, and Annie (yes, aside from knowing your habits and your favorite sweaters, he memorized your friends’ names too, what a loser).
Sasha was telling a story with her mouth full of a salami sandwich—which was nothing new, of course—and you looked so adorable when you pushed a lock of stray hair behind your ear, listening intently with a little angelic smile breaking on your pretty lips.
Now, Eren didn’t mean to be a stalker. He knew how terrible it felt to be stalked by someone after what he went through with Mikasa. But he had taken a thousand pictures of you without you knowing, so why should he stop now? Plus, he had never seen you wearing that blouse with that skirt before and he had to have this look in his collection.
“Eren you stupid fuck,” he mumbled to himself as he brought his camera to his face. “Could’ve just told her she looked beautiful–maybe even ask her out on a date, but no, you just had to be gross.” And yet, he still did it. Switching his shooting mode to portrait, he adjusted the ISO and focused the camera on you. He pressed the shutter button repeatedly, taking pictures after pictures, every bit of your smile, the way your eyes turned crescents as you laughed, the gestures you made as you took the lead of the conversation.
God, you were breathtaking.
He took a quick look at the photos, reviewing them with a little content sigh escaping his lips. “I am so whipped.” He had taken around twenty pictures, which meant he had to take another twenty before he was satisfied.
Repeating the same action, he zoomed in to focus better on your facial features. Through his lenses, he noticed how you were wearing a new shade of lipstick that day, a little bit pinker than red, which made you look younger—and made him want to kiss you even more but that was a secret he would bring to his grave (unless you are willing to stop for a full make-out session behind the bleachers, of course).
He was smiling to himself as he took your pictures when suddenly, you spun your head around and looked directly into his camera.
“Shit!” Startled so hard he almost pissed his pants, his camera slipped off his grip and fell onto his lap. Panicking, he tried to gather his belongings quickly in his arms because apparently, his pea-sized brain thought it would be a great idea to run away instead of trying to make up excuses like how a normal person would do in that situation. To his defense, being normal wasn’t really his thing. Being a fucking dumbass was more like it.
“Hey there, whatcha doin’?” You greeted in a sing-song voice with your hands placed above your knees as you bowed down to match his eye level.
“I—I—” Yeah, that’s great, genius, just stutter like a fucking idiot, that would make everything better. He gulped. “I was, uh…” Say something faster, say something faster. “N-not taking your pictures.” Say something better, say something better. “Landscapes. I do landscapes. I was—I was taking pictures of the, uh, the park—the yard—the campus.” Fuck, just stop speaking. Never speak again, oh my God.
He’s cute, was the first thought that entered your head. And an idiot was the second one. But that was what made your smile grow a little wider. “So you weren’t taking pictures of me?”
“N-no, why would I?”
“I don’t know, maybe you find me cute?”
He almost cho—no, he choked. He definitely did. “I don’t find you… c-cute.” Somewhere at the back of his head, someone is shouting, “LIEEEEESSSS!”
“Oh, no,” you faked a pout. “It would've made me happy if you did.”
Is she... flirting with me? This was your first time talking to him, and you were flirting with him? Eren was about to explode. He would've punched himself in the face to make sure he wasn't dreaming if you weren't looking down at him with your pretty eyes.
Marry me, oh my God, marry me. “I was just taking a picture of the cherry blossom tree. You just happened to be sitting under it.” Hey, for once, he actually made sense! Time to pat himself on the back.
“I see,” you said, taking a step back when he rose to his feet to avoid your heads bumping against one another—Eren was dumb enough not to think about that before he jumped up. “We’re similar then. ‘Cause I’m an artist and I draw landscapes from time to time. Can I take a look at your photos? Might give me some inspiration.”
“Umm—no.” He shook his head, more times than necessary.
You did this little cute thing where you tilted your head slightly to the side and Eren thought, Fuck, I should’ve gotten this look on camera. “Why not?”
“‘Cause, uh… My pictures are boring. They won’t inspire you.”
“I don't think so. You’re from the photography club, right? I think I saw you documenting our homecoming party. I saw the photos you took. They’re pretty cool.”
Eren was so happy he felt like he was about to throw up a bucket of rainbows—or his insides, which would've made more sense. You noticed him? You acknowledged his presence? He wasn’t a speck of dust in your world, but actually a whole size human being that you remembered by face? Holy shit, his heart rejoiced. Holy—
Holy shit, his eyes widened in horror. I am so fucked.
Because now he couldn’t lie, could he?
“What’s wrong?” That little angelic smile of yours turned into a devilish smirk, letting him know that yes, dumbass, I saw through your lies, but Eren only felt his heart thumping faster because damn, that smirk was hot.
“I–I have to go to class,” he stammered, slinging his bag on one shoulder before he made his run but you were fast to catch him by his wrist.
She’s touching me. She’s actually touching me. Her fingers are so soft, so delicate. I want–
“Just one look?” If your smile didn’t work on him, it was time for you to use your ultimate weapon: batting your eyelashes. “Please?” You asked with a pout and Eren swore, he just felt his jeans turn ten times tighter.
“I... can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I took pictures of my dick.” Now, clearly, that wasn’t the best excuse to say but it was the best one he could come up with when all he could think about was how you smelled pleasantly like strawberry (is it her shampoo? fuck, that's cute). His reason made sense too, in a way, so hopefully, that would work.
You quirked up an eyebrow, not judging him for his actions, but simply not believing him. “Fine,” you muttered, and Eren almost breathed out in relief, when suddenly your hand swooped in to steal the camera from his hands. He yelped in surprise—an actual girly yelp—before he felt like his soul just left his body. Right, so plans for today: jump off a fucking bridge and die.
Then, the devil whispered in his ear: or you can just steal it back from her.
Eren reached out a hand but you were faster, swinging his camera to the side and spinning your body around. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t snatch the stupid thing from your grasp. Growing desperate, he shrouded his arms around your body from behind, catching you off guard for a few seconds, enough for him to pry the camera from your hold (Eren was too caught up in a frenzy to realize that he was practically giving you a teddy bear hug). Instead of running away, he did the most brilliant thing his dysfunctional brain could come up with.
He deleted the pictures. All of them. And Eren thought, ah, so this is what dying must feel like.
Thankfully, he had already backed up all the photos he took yesterday on his computer but these last photos he snapped—with you wearing this new wonderful blouse—he had to kiss them goodbye.
“Here,” he said, returning the camera to you with his shoulders sagged forward, and a great wrench of sadness in his chest.
Your forehead creased in lines, a bit confused. Clicking your thumbs against the buttons, you realized that his memory card was empty. “Did you just delete all the pictures in here?”
“No,” he replied, rubbing his nape as he looked away. Then, he added a little, “Yes,” with his face turning scarlet.
“Do you have copies of them?”
“Some of them…”
“But not the ones with me sitting under the cherry blossom tree?”
He tucked his chin, kicking one foot against the ground. “No,” he murmured under his breath.
Ah, he’s so cute, you held back a laugh. You wished you could shrink his six feet tall body so you could carry him inside your pocket, maybe dress him up in a bunny suit so he could cheer you up during rainy days. “Well, let’s fix that, shall we?”
Eren almost dislocated his jaw when he saw you lift the camera in the air. Making a peace sign to accompany the gleeful grin on your face, you faced the lens and pressed the shutter button. “There,” you said, returning the camera to his hands with a radiant smile. “I’m not sure if I got the cherry blossom tree in the picture, but I can guarantee you got everything else.” Still flabbergasted, Eren could only stare at the camera, his fingers shaking as the screen showed a close-up picture of your beautiful face. “Don’t delete it this time, big boy.”
With one last smile, you pivoted on your heels, your hair fluttering as the warm wind of spring caressed your strands. Eren felt like he was living in a fucking shoujo manga where he was the heroine clothed in a frilly summer dress and you were his rugged, super masculine male lead. God, he could already hear wedding bells ringing in his head.
“And that,” Eren talks to his computer screen, finishing his video journal of the day (it’s already one and a half hours long for fuck’s sake), “ladies and gentlemen, is the story of how your best boy, Eren Jaeger, had his heart stolen from the very first meeting. I think it went well.” He brings his gaze to his lap, scratching his furry friend behind her ear. “Don’t you think so, Muffin?” The puppy lets out a growl in response. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re still my number one girl,” he chortles, lifting her in the air just so he can nuzzle his nose against her belly.
He exhales heavily, casting a dreamy gaze on the ceiling. “I can’t believe she knows I exist.”
This is the best day of my life.
If only a mere thought of you acknowledging his presence already makes him feel so surreal, then maybe he should start consuming his chill pills to avoid having a cardiac arrest because once he discovers the truth about your identity, he’s going to lose it for sure.
Because you’re not just the it girl on your campus now, are you?
“And we’re back on earth,” you say to the little boy in your arms as you return to your feet. The toddler, dressed in an adorable Spider-Man costume, wobbles on his little feet, dizzy from having his body suddenly lifted off the ground, right before he was hit by a passing car. He watches you let go of your web, cutting the natural fluid from your wrist. Your costume itself is already eye-catching enough even without the web—black on the lower body with a white upper body, complete with a hoodie and cyan soles. The underarms and inside the hoodie are magenta covered in cyan web patterns, while your lenses are white with magenta accents.
His mother embraces her child, smiling in gratitude with tears lining her cheeks. “Thank you,” she says. “For saving my son’s life.”
“You’re very welcome, Ma’am.” Your mouth twitches in a smile, even if it’s not going to show on your mask. Smiling has always come naturally to you. It’s harder not to smile than to do it. Offering him a fist bump, you say, “Stay off the street, Spidey.”
He knocks his little fist against yours, grinning at you. Ruffling his curly hair, you turn on your heels, ready to shoot your web to swing yourself from one building to another.
“Wait,” his mother calls right before you lift yourself off the ground. “Who are you?”
“Well, Ma'am,” you perform a little bow, being theatrical is a part of your job. “I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl.”
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Hi, everyone! I'm back with a new mini series this time! This one is going to be all fluff with a sprinkle of comedy and smut (no angst, I promise lmao). I've decided to post early 'cause I couldn't wait to share this story with you hehe. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it ❤️
Thank you Sandra, Nissa and Ben for being my beta-readers for this one. I love you, guys! Oh, also, I've decided to go with Spider-Gwen's costume 'cause I think it's cute but you're welcome to imagine a different outfit for y/n.
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Love Sick | Jung Jaehyun
Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Reader
Summary: As 'the nerd girl', you can't believe your luck when you hook up with the hottest guy on campus... until he gives you chlamydia. Get ready for the freakiest love story of your life.
Genre: Fuckboy!Jaehyun, enemies to lovers, NCIT universe
Word count: 1.9K
Warnings: Frat boys, sex in weird places, STDs, Jaehyun’s frat friends are bitchy, bad physics puns
You should never have slept with Jung Jaehyun.
That was truer than the fact that the Andromeda galaxy will collide with the milky way in 50 billion years. To be honest, you wished that would happen right now. You wanted to disappear.
Jaehyun was the classic stuck up college boy, who thought that, just because he ruled his frat house, he ruled the world.
Jaehyun could not be more different to you. Jaehyun was only here because his parents donated a whole lab to the university. You were here on a full academic scholarship, on track to become the first female astrophysics professor in NCIT.
To cut a long story short, it was a late night at the lab, you were both alone, you were missing your ex… and maybe you’d had one too many contraband beers. As much as you hated Jaehyun, you couldn’t deny that he was smoking hot. So when he offered to fuck you right there on the lab bench, you swept away your textbooks and said hell yes.
Three weeks later, it had all gone to shit. Because you just found out that you had chlamydia. And as he was your only hook-up this year… it didn’t take a genius to work out who gave it to you. And now, you had a duty to tell him.
“Oh Jaehyun, you feel so good,” you moaned, throwing your head back in delight. You were sitting on the lab bench, stark naked, legs spread with Jaehyun between them. Your pulse was skyrocketing.
Jaehyun removed his glistening fingers from your core and unbuckled his jeans.
“Condom?” you asked, placing one hand on his hip.
Jaehyun sighed. “I don’t have one, but don’t worry baby, I’ll pull out in time.”
What a jerk. Sure, you weren’t pregnant. But you had an STD, and to you, that was worse.
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Next Monday, after your quantum computing class, you decided to confront Jaehyun.
You stormed down the hallway towards where Jaehyun was standing. He was with Taeyong and Yuta, two of the guys in his frat. Both useless jocks who could barely count to ten.
“Hey! You!” you cried. Jaehyun glanced in your direction, cold eyes raking over your figure. Then he shrugged and went back to talking to your friends.
You slammed your fist on the locker doors. “I’m talking to you!”
Yuta nudged Jaehyun. “Hey, look! It’s little miss teacher’s pet. Sucked off any professors today?”.
Jaehyun turned towards you, crossing his arms over his large frame. “What do you want?”
You glowered back. “You gave me chlamydia… you, you dickwad!”
Jaehyun’s eyes went wide. You watched as his neck turned the faintest red. For the first time, you saw his cool demeanour falter, just a little.
Mark, Jaehyun’s stoner friend, piped up. “Woahhh, Jae banged the nerd chick? That’s… messed up, bro.”
Jaehyun’s expression hardened. “You need to get your facts straight. I never fucked you. You must have got your… disease from someone else.”
Your jaw dropped open. “Stop lying! It had to be you! I haven’t slept with anyone else!”
A small crowd of students had collected around you. Some were snickering, others were simply shocked just to see the most popular guy in the year was talking to you.
Jaehyun shrugged, plastering on a smirk. “Maybe you fantasised having sex with me or something, but it never happened. Go back to… humping robots or whatever.”
All of Jaehyun’s friends erupted into laughter. Murmurs of attention-seeking slut, dork, bitch, leapt from the crowd. Normally you didn’t care what anyone thought of you, but now, you felt your eyes welling with tears.
Before Jaehyun could say anything else, you ran off.
You spent the rest of the day hiding in the old Chemistry lab at the back of the campus. It had been empty for so long that leafy vines had burst through a broken window, letting in a breath of rain-moistened air. It was your secret hide out place.
You were flicking through the latest issue of Nature, trying not to think about Jaehyun, when you heard the door rattle.
“I thought I’d find you here,” Jaehyun said, striding in, brushing raindrops off his dark blue hoodie.
You looked up at him in shock. “H-how did you know I was here?”
Jaehyun smiled, one dimple appearing on his smooth cheek. “You walk here straight after class. You’re not that mysterious you know.”
You scoffed. “What do you want?”
The smile dropped off Jaehyun’s face. He sat on the bench next to you, so close you could smell his minty aftershave. “I’m sorry about earlier… My friends… they- they see basic human decency as a sign of weakness.” His eyes dropped. “I just wanted to check that you’re okay.”
You frowned.. “Why do you even care?”
“Look,” Jaehyun said. “You’re good in bed, for a nerd. Like really good. If you got chlamydia from me, that sucks. Do you need me to help pay for your meds?”
Your jaw fell open. “I’m not your little charity case! I only told you because you need to get checked up yourself!”
Before Jaehyun could say anything else, you ran off. Leaving him alone. Again.
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Over the next week, Jaehyun kept invading your personal space, trying to talk to you. He somehow got hold of your number, and then your phone was pinging like a broken Geiger counter.
You had to admit, he was starting to wear you down. You still thought he was a good for nothing jerk, but you couldn’t deny how your body reacted when he was around.
Late one night, you were struggling with your assignment in the physics faculty library, when you felt a finger tap your shoulder. You looked up to see Jaehyun. He was holding a textbook, smiling.
He was wearing a tight grey sports tee and his hair was dripping wet. He looked… delicious. But then you remembered the horrible meds you had to take for your STD.
And that was all Jaehyun’s fault. Him and his stupid dick.
“What are you doing here?” you spat.
Jaehyun sat down on the seat next to you and thumped the textbook onto the desk. “I want to study with you. We’re both in the same advanced calculus class, it’s… time efficient.”
You scoffed and opened his textbook, marvelling at the crack of the spine. “This has never been opened. Come on, Jaehyun. What do you want from me?”
Jaehyun shifted awkwardly in his seat. The tips of his ears went red. “Maybe I… like you, okay? You’re… not like anyone I’ve ever slept with.”
You snorted. “Did you really just say I’m not like other girls? Get over yourself!”
You stood up, the chair screaming against the wooden floor.
“Wait Don’t go!” Jaehyun grabbed your arm. “I really do want to study with you. I-I can help you with your problem!” He stared intently at your notebook for a few seconds.
Then, he picked up your pen and started filling in the blanks in your equation. You watched in awe as he worked, pink tongue sticking out.
After five minutes, he looked up, beaming. “Done.” He held out the notepad for you. You scanned it over, and then sat back down, eyes wide in shock.
“i-I’ve been working on this equation for two weeks!”
Jaehyun nudged your shoulder, smiling. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know.”
“Woah.” You said, staring into his hazel eyes. Suddenly, Jaehyun was looking handsomer than ever. You didn’t care he was a jerk. You didn’t care that he gave you chlamydia. You didn’t care that he bullied you. All you wanted was him.
You grabbed him by his hoodie and pulled him towards you. You kissed him, hard. Jaehyun curled his fingers into your hair, kissing you back just as deeply. The wetness of his tongue sent your head spinning, hurtling, out of orbit.
Overwhelmed with the feeling of him, you climbed onto his lap. Your thighs brushed his soft sweatpants, but the warmth from underneath drove your skin crazy. If someone asked you to list the planets in the solar system right now, you wouldn’t be able to name one. Not when Jaehyun’s lips were brushing the base of your neck, right above your pulse.
One of his hands slid down your waist and cupped your ass. You pushed his hand further down, inviting him to slip his hands underneath your skirt. Which he did. You gasped when you felt his cool fingers graze the cotton of your underwear.
You felt the bulge in his pants begin to grow too.
And that was when it happened.
Sudden, unwanted, like someone dumped an ice-cold bucket of water over your head.
Your mind flashed back to the last time you did this with Jaehyun. And that’s when you remembered everything that happened between you. All you could hear was Jaehyun’s friends laughing at you, all you could feel was shame.
You shoved Jaehyun off you, tears pricking your eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Jaehyun muttered, completely oblivious to your pain, eyes still hooded in pleasure.
“We shouldn’t be doing this!” you said, re-doing the buckle of your bra strap that Jaehyun had manage to unhook whilst you were kissing.
“What is it?”
You huffed. “You’re still the jerk who denied sleeping with me then humiliated me in public! And then, and then, you come up and tell me you like me when no one’s looking, like I give a shit about your feelings. You- you suck!”
Jaehyun rolled his dark eyes. He hadn’t fluttered so much as an eyelash at your outburst. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
You frowned. “Meaning?”
His voice was quiet, but it pulsed with pain. “Don’t you get it? You told everyone I have an STD. Do you not realise how embarrassing that was? My friends haven’t talked to me since! I… have feelings too, you know. And you hurt them.”
Your mouth dropped open. You looked at Jaehyun, at the way he twisted the Armani ring on his finger, the way his cheeks were dusted with blush.
Your voice was quiet. “I guess I didn’t consider that I could have hurt you. That… was wrong.”
Jaehyun touched your cheek. He slid his fingers down your face, resting on your bottom lip. “Can we start again?”
You nodded.
Jaehyun smiled. He thrust out his hand for you to shake. “Hi. I’m Jaehyun. I have an STD. But I’m working on that. I’m also a jerk. But I’m working on that too.”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook his hand. “I’m Y/n,” you said. “A girl who’s working on her anger management and also seeing the cutest guy in her physics class.” You could feel your cheeks going warm.
Jaehyun waggled his brows. “The cutest, huh? You gotta tell me more about this hunk.”
You laughed and slapped his arm. “How about I tell you on the way to the clinic? I think we could both do with a check-up.”
Jaehyun held his arm, and you linked your arm through his.
He smiled. “Who knew that chlamydia would bring us together? Does that mean when I propose I have to give you syphilis?”
“Jaehyun!”
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“You’re stealing my pencils.”
Relationship: Jock!Carol Danvers x Nerd!Reader
Drabble Summary: College!AU - Your girlfriend keeps bothering you while you’re trying to do homework.
Word Count: 496
A/N: i got this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head until i wrote it lmao
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"Carol, seriously?" You sighed as your girlfriend leaned back in the chair. She propped her feet up on the library desk, holding your pencil like it was a treasure she had discovered. You had been writing out your math problem when, suddenly, your pencil was confiscated.
Carol always got like this when you told her you had to do some homework before you two could go out on a date. You always said she didn’t need to sit with you and that you’d meet her at her dorm but she’d insist on coming.
However, it wasn’t like she was any help, instead opting to bug you as you tried finishing this godforsaken math class. It was your last gen-ed and you never wanted to see another number in your life. Carol, though, never liked making it easy for you, getting a real kick out of teasing you in…various ways.
"What?" Your girlfriend shrugged, twirling your pencil between her fingers. "Did you need something?"
A smirk crept on your lips as you shook your head and grabbed a fresh pencil from your bag. You started on the problems once more this time getting through maybe half your homework before the writing utensil was ripped away again.
"Carol!" You whined. She was collecting your pencils now like participation badges. She wore the most mischievous smirk.
Carol shrugged, acting so innocent. "I don’t know what has you all upset."
"You’re stealing my pencils."
"Well, yes," she admitted, "but you’re doing homework while I want to go get dinner."
"I said we could get dinner after my homework."
"But you’re always doing homework."
"Yeah, some of us aren’t here on sports scholarships."
Carol let out a dramatic sigh as she placed your pencils back on the table. You quickly grabbed one, starting on your homework once more.
"Why do you even need this degree?" Carol asked. That made your brows raise in surprise. She continued upon seeing your shocked expression, "We’re going to live such a comfortable life when I go pro."
You chuckled, turning back to your math problems. Just a few more now and then you two could get dinner.
"You’re going to take care of me? Forever?"
Carol chuckled. "Of course," she said. "In more ways than one."
Those words went straight to your core and it was like Carol knew it. Your gaze fell back on her. She was watching you squirm a bit in your seat. Your thighs clamped together. Your skirt doing little to hide how incredible the thought of Carol taking care of you — financial, sexually, whatever — was. And Carol straight up knew it.
She spoke again, "That sound nice, sweetheart?" Her eyes bore into yours. You forced yourself to look back at your workbook.
You were practically soaking onto the library chair by the time you finished the last problem. All the while, Carol’s dominating eyes were on you, burning into your skin.
Maybe you weren’t passing math after all.
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Core Disaster Week Day 2: Fantasy Au | High School Au
The Punk x Nerd x Jock power couple (they’re discussing where to get food after school-Tim is on reasearch duty and holds sole veto power lol)
This ended up being both a high school + no powers au in my head haha
Extracurricular wise, I see Tim as part of the robotics team, photography club and Dance, Bart does track, chess club and art, and Kon is in wood shop and on the swim team (and he drops by the dance and art clubs whenever he’s free to hang out with Tim and Bart). These kids are really making the most of their high school careers! They always make time to hang out together after school tho, whether as a trio or with a bigger group of friends, cause they love and care eachother!!
Running a bit behind, but I’m determined to get these prompts done! 😤 🙏
#tim drake#tim drake robin#robin#red robin#bart allen#impulse#kon el kent#conner kent#super boy#dc#dc comics#timkonbart#timkonbart week#core disaster#core disaster week#high school au#illustration#digital art#digital illustration#digital#art#fanart#sketch's scribbles#highschool and noncape au’s are always fun to think about imo#like in another life how do these characters meet? amd what are they doing?#theyre bonds are so strong that they gravitate towrds eachother across universes like#sign me the heck up!#i also like thinking about what extra curricualrs and stuff theyd do#cause u have the more obvious ones that would correspond with their powers#but them u can think about others that wouldnt be so obvious! and thats always neat!
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at its core Jeverus is just jock prep x nerd goth, thus placing it in the centre of the alignment chart and rendering it perfectly balanced, as all ships should be.
#jeverus#snames#shitpost#u can tell this is a joke bc i called them balanced#and the power dynamics would have some Things to say back to that lmao#severus snape#james potter
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RetroBangBoy AU - My Time, Finale (ao3)
Word Count: 6.8k
Pairings: Jungkook x reader, OT7 x reader, ft namkook, namjin, taekook.
Warnings: Language, brief mentions of violence, death and alcohol.
“…oh yes, so pretty, Dear. Whoever receives this must be very special,” the old woman says as she wraps a small item for one of your classmates.
You peer over their shoulder to get a look. It’s a marbly bracelet. Each glass bead resembles a colorful beach stone, with one long pendant carved in the shape of a crescent moon. It's very pretty and must hold great significance. The classmate bows to the woman and turns around to leave.
Your eyes meet.
“Jungkook??”
His widened eyes match yours twice over.
Jungkook is on this trip too? But he’s a greaser…How did I not see this one coming!
Field Observation #6: You are not doing a good job avoiding boy drama, Bighead.
“Hi, big—I mean, Y/N…” Jungkook stammers. A camellia-hue blushes at his round cheeks as he moves aside for you to set your items on the counter. He drops his gaze down to his shoes and his long hair falls over his face.
The tone of surprise in your voice echoes in your ears. You cringe at yourself, hoping Jungkook didn’t notice and take offense. It just never occurred to you that Jungkook is the academic type. You round off the reasons in your head. He’s a greaser and rides in Joon’s motorcycle gang, you’ve never shared a class or seen him study, he’s always dressed like a punk and has skipped every school event ever, and, and… when you went on that date to the drive-in movie he never mentioned school. You get a flashback of him making out with the french fries and drinking two chocolate milkshakes. He had no interest in you at all.
Did he really keep this persona from you? That he’s so… cool?
The lady looks from you to Jungkook and back to you, very clearly enticed by the tension. You scramble out of the awkwardness, trying to make light talk. Jin made it so easy.
“How have you been? I didn’t see you on the bus earlier or else I would have—" you ramble on, quickly paying for your items.
“It’s OK. I tend to lay low. I was in the back…on the bus, I mean. Rode here with Tae, actually.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously.
The old woman slides a small card across the counter. “For the ring, Dear,” she gestures to the small ring in your hand and smiles at you both tenderly. “It’s from the future, so use it well.” She gives you a wink. (mood rings first appeared in 1970)
You tuck the small card into your jacket pocket along with your tangerines and slide the ring onto your middle finger. You both bow to the old woman and walk out of Yeongjusan House with your souvenirs in tow. Once outside, the ring changes color from amber to yellow.
“Oh, you rode with Tae? Is that…OK?” you pose curiously.
“What, because we’re into different subcultures?” he chuckles from behind his messy long hair. His voice is always so quiet speaking to you like if he used his full volume he could break something, or someone. “Pfft, Bighead really,” he continues, “I wonder how you even got nominated for this retreat.” He laughs as he runs away. You make to playfully hit his arm but miss as he pulls away with excellent reflexes, giggling behind his tiny travel bag while you gawk at the size of his arms. There’s no way. What do greasers, eat??? It’s like their muscles just pop out at the most inconvenient times, like right now.
“I thought greasers and jocks hate each other. It’s kind of the point. Having different class backgrounds and all…” You kick some tall grass.
“That’s a stereotype, Bighead. Just because an ideology is popular in a group doesn’t mean we all believe it. Tae isn’t like most jocks, he’s…different.” Jungkook’s smile seems to be the only thing visible behind his shaggy rockabilly.
“So you guys are…friends?” You ask hesitantly.
“I guess,” he plays with his tattooed fingers. “He’s been helping me with a project, so we’ve been hanging out a lot lately. But,” he pouts, “my gang doesn’t really know.”
“About the project or Taehyung?”
“Well, both,” he laughs nervously, “it’s a bit complicated.” He rubs the back of his neck again, and you notice the pulsing veinery dancing from his knuckles up to his forearms. Damn.
He doesn’t seem ready to talk about it. You clear your throat and change the subject. “Well, we have half an hour before the next group activity. Want a tangerine? It’s grown locally! ” You chuck one to him and he catches it with both hands.
You settle on the hillside, a shady patch of grass overlooking the northern face of the island.
“So,” you say between peels of the tiny fruit, “what subject were you nominated for?”
“Physics. I don’t usually participate in school stuff,” he stares down his tangerine, “but I really want to see the caves.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a ribbon. You stop peeling to watch him gather his hair and tie it up. When did it get so long? Now you can finally see his big eyes.
“Huh? Caves?” you weren’t listening because you were distracted by his beautiful side profile. What is it with these nerds and their caves?
Jungkook returns your gaze. “Have you heard of the Bermuda Triangle?” he says with big round eyes sparkling. He gets up and approaches the flat rock next to you. With one swift motion, he jumps and lands on top of it, no hands. Core strength. He stretches his arms above his head and his shirt rides up a bit. From your position on the ground, a glimpse of the unobtrusive trail below his navel invites your mind to fantasies of a very different kind of field trip. He looks down at you sweetly, waiting for your reply.
You shake your head, “I’m more of a biologist. Educate me?”
He gestures for you to join him up on the rock. Though Jungkook made it look easy, the climb for you is much more grueling. He lifts you up with the strength of one arm until you’re shoulder to shoulder. You try to get breath into your lungs without seeming too obvious. Struggling, your nostrils flare and the wind picks up. It carries hints of his musk and sweat. You can’t help but inhale deeply until his fragrance fills you with assurance. Glancing down at your hand, you notice the ring is bluish-green but you can’t recall what the card said.
The bluish-green ocean on the horizon looks like the perfect backdrop for Jungkook’s physics lesson. He starts, “Eight years ago, ships started disappearing out in the western sea. First a small fishing boat, then a big cargo ship, it didn’t matter how big or how many people. They just, vanished. No bodies, no debris, no trace. No one could explain the missing wreckage, so the papers wrote about violent storms to give the families of the lost some closure, something to blame. Only, it would happen again, within the exact same coordinates…The Bermuda Triangle. I think I have a theory. It can be explained with physics, the magnetic field, more specifically. Some physicists believe there’s something special about the Bermuda Triangle’s location in the magnetic field. There are believed to be other places like Bermuda,” Jungkook looks from you to the coast, “and one of them is here.”
“You mean, the legend of the caves? Where the pirates disappeared? I thought it’s just a local myth…"
“There’s more to it than the legend.” He leans in and whispers, “The government’s studying it closely too.”
“What,” you chortle loudly, “the government is funding myth-busters?”
Jungkook’s face is serious af. “It’s not a myth, Bighead. The Republic of Korea started building a naval base here in 1933.” He points to the east. The tall glass building of the research facility can be seen from here, shimmering in unnatural contrast to everything else on the island. You squint.
Field Observation #7: You definitely need specs..and to read more news.
Jungkook continues, “They started planning a naval base on the island some years ago. Construction started in Gangjeong village right over there,” he points west to the ferry docks where you first arrived. “The base was designed to be a mixed military-commercial port so that it could handle ferries, cruise ships, and…warships and submarines.”
“Why would they want a naval base here? It’s just a quiet little sanctuary…” you say as you both sit down on the rock.
He rests his arms over his knees. “That’s exactly what the local villagers said. They were strongly opposed to it. Many worried that the private lab was doing experiments hazardous to the environment. They organized many protests, but in the end, they could only slow down the process. The military moved in with force and built the complex anyway.”
“But that’s like, totally against everything this retreat is about. What about all these scientists working at the conservatory, aren’t they here to study wildlife and protect it?”
“Where do you think their funds come from, Y/N? The lab is backed by the military, which means everything they do is government research.”
“How do you know all this?”
“It’s the subject of my research.” He looks around again, the bun atop his head bobbing side to side. “That’s what Tae has been helping me with.”
“Jungkook, I don’t understand. What’s Tae helping you expose the lab for? What do you think they are hiding?” You stare down his side profile. He bites his bottom lip with his bunny teeth.
“It’d become very dangerous for you if you knew,” he reaches to fix your wind-tousled hair. “Trust me.”
Field Observation #8: Don’t trust men, unless they are Jungkook.
He gives you a warm, reassuring smile. “Let’s get going now, we don’t wanna miss the next activity.”
***
The chaperones lead everyone down the hill for the next activity on schedule. The Butterfly House.
Jin has not returned yet, you’re starting to miss his chaotic antics. At the front of the crowd, Professor Choi is desperately trying to get the class’s attention. Several stern scientists are hovering on the side, waiting for silence so they can deliver the welcome introduction. Once it quiets down, two of the scientists give a run-through on the Butterfly House rules. Among them, it is expected that all students keep their touching to a minimum and especially, keep out of the restricted areas marked by red fence. Hunger strikes your tummy, and you wish Jin were here to cure it with his magic snack bag. A nudge to your rib sends you out of your daydream. You turn to your side. Jungkook has a giant butterfly resting on the tip of his nose. Its shimmery blue wings gently tilting up and down. Jungkook is still, afraid it will fly away. You giggle at the sight of him holding the breath in his cheeks.
The class breaks off into groups to tour the facility.
“Good Afternoon, students. Welcome to our 30-by-15-meter glass atrium.” Your group leader reads off a script as student’s heads tilt back to observe the magnificent architecture above. “We are proud to receive you as guests of the first walk-through butterfly habitat in the eastern hemisphere. It first opened in 1957, so you are the first scholars to visit. Inside these walls, you will find some 500 free-flying butterflies of up to 25 different species. There are about 15,000 to 20,000 known species of butterflies found worldwide and many yet to be discovered. You may find swallowtails and birdwings, brightly colored, or camouflaged among the plants. Some might be difficult to spot, as butterflies can be as small as 3 mm, but can also be as large as 304 mm….”
A small butterfly floats past the guide’s shoulder and rests on it. “Ah, a Sasakia charonda, the great purple emperor. Native to the Korean Peninsula, Japan, China, and northern Taiwan, and Vietnam. As we see, butterflies can be orange, white, black, and even purple. However, they cannot see how beautiful they look because butterflies can only see red, green, and yellow. The journey to becoming a butterfly is always an inspiring tale.” The guide struggles to find their place on the script.
You tilt your head back and stare in awe, the scale of technology here is incredible. Your biologist brain buzzes with millions of questions. How did they replicate a tropical rainforest like this in 1958? Are there places like this in Japan too, or perhaps the United States? The facility is lush with amazon trees and exotic plants. It’s so dense. Thousands of vines cover the floors and wrap around the trees. Layers of moss and countless species of flora and fauna lie in the shaded canopies. Vines dominating the taller trees cross overhead, reaching over through air to dominate the other side. Some climb so high they span the atrium’s glass ceiling, where the sunlight pours in strongest. An astonishing vision of Darwin’s theory of natural selection.
The guide has found their place in the script and begins reading. “There are, um, four cycles of the butterfly’s life. A butterfly starts out as an egg. Then it hatches into a caterpillar, called the larva. The larva goes into a cocoon called the pupa stage, and finally, emerges as an adult butterfly free to spread their wings and fly. We have a display with pupa ready to hatch, please follow me…” The students clamor excitedly after the guide, who disappears down the pathway in the thick greenery.
Yelps can be heard in the distance as students and chaperones alike encounter all sorts of buzzing insects. You duck below the low-hanging vines. One thing they forgot to mention is the climate control in here. Somehow, the air in the atrium is kept very humid to mimic that of the Amazon rainforest. After a while, the moisture in the air becomes nearly suffocating. Jungkook, however, seems to be doing just fine. Suddenly, he reaches for your hand and clasps it in his, clammy.
“Look, there’s Jin!” you almost yell. Your hands are torn apart as you run over to the fence. Jin is working on the other side in a glass office. His face is buried in an apparatus that looks something like an advanced microscope. Dozens of flasks, books, and petri dishes are strewn across the bench before him. He looks like he’s busy.
“This area’s off-limits. I don’t think we can interrupt him.” Jungkook tugs at your sleeve. You expel air and look back at Jungkook to find that the blue butterfly has returned. Right atop his head, it sits, flitting its wings as Jungkook scrunches his nose. The butterfly doesn’t budge.
“Looks like Morpho adonis.” The angelic voice comes from behind you.
Jungkook rolls his eyes with the butterfly still on his head.
“Jin! You looked really preoccupied. What are you working on over there?” you indicate the room guarded by the fence.
“Oh, just some plant cell assays. They think they discovered a new species of moss in a cavern, so I’m helping look at samples. It’s promising. I’m running the RNA against the ones from my own research. If it matches, the cave is likely the one they’ve been looking for, a habitable location for—well, uh it’s confidential. Sorry, you understand.” His smile is still so genuine even when he’s withholding secret government information.
Jungkook tenses at the mention of “caves”.
“Have you seen it?” he asks.
“Seen what?” Jin returns.
“The cave. Have you been there?” Jungkook’s hands are shaking a little, so you move closer by his side and take his hand.
Jin’s eyes follow the movements of your hands. Just like they did back at the library the first time you met.
“I haven’t, no.” He lies.
“Sorry Choco, I’ll have to join you again tomorrow. Professor Moon asked for my help and it seems like it's going to take the rest of the evening. I’m sure Jungkook will keep you company for dinner in my place?” He gives you another sweet smile, but it has a bitter undertone. Much like Namjoon, when he had seen you with Yoongi’s jacket on that weird day.
Field Observation #9: Stop reading between the lines, they don’t like you like that.
“Before you both go—Jungkook, I have something for you,” Jin rolls up the sleeves of his lab coat and steps back into the room before returning.
He holds his hands out and you both peer down at the delicate thing sitting in his palms.
“What is it?” Jungkook nudges.
“Juniperus shimpaku,” Jin beams, “a bonsai.”
You watch Jin place the small tree in Jungkook’s outstretched hands.
“Give it to Namjoon, as my peace offering. Tell him it grows near the sea, so it will prefer regular misting. The foliage is needle-like now because it’s young, but as it grows older it will get scalier. One of the best things about Shimpaku is its hard resinous wood…ideal for advanced sculptural techniques such as jin, shari and sabamiki.” Jin bursts into his signature windshield laugh.
This time you roll your eyes, but Jungkook giggles along.
“Uh, thanks I guess,” Jungkook accepts the gift. “But I don’t know why you don't give it to him yourself. Knowing Joon, he’s pretty old-fashioned. If you've pissed him off, he can be really petty and hold a grudge. He holds things in until it gets really heavy—”
At that moment, a loud engine bang is heard from outside the atrium. The glass walls shake and the birds in the trees fly away in droves of panic.
“What the hell was that?” you say, but nothing else happens. The disturbance was momentary.
"Nothing to fear folks," one of the chaperones calls from a distance. "A small aircraft had to make an emergency landing nearby. Idiots over-estimated their weight capacity and ran out of gas. Carry on."
“Anyway,” Jin continues, “take good care of it until you can give it to him. Oh, and if you’re prone to Drosophila melanogaster with your regular houseplants, you might want to lay off drowning the soil...”
“Droso-whatagaster?” you both say.
“Fruit. Flies.” Jin sighs. “Now please, go before someone sees you here. I am restricted material!” He grins at you and waves you off.
On your way out, your hand finds Jungkook’s again. Less clammy than before.
“Thank you for visiting the Butterfly Habitat, we hope you’ll gain a greater appreciation for butterflies and their place in the world’s ecosystems. Before you leave though, remember to check your clothing for any hitchhikers and pose by the Heaven Lotus for a memorable photo!” the chaperones guide you out toward the Heaven Lotus, where Taehyung is snapping photos.
“Jungkook, are we still on for tomorrow?” Tae heavily eyes your locked hands before Jungkook lets it go. Jungkook nods. You both smile, ready for the flash. Click.
***
Jungkook eats dinner with you at a Haenyeo House. Four bowls of jeonbokjuk (abalone porridge) to be exact. Afterward, you browse the framed black and white photos on the wall. They tell the story of the haenyeo (sea women), the island’s legendary sea divers. Since the 18th century, deep-sea diving for fish became the work of women until their workforce outnumbered the men. So much so, the island has become a semi-matriarchal society, where the head of the heterosexual household is the woman, not the man. You and Jungkook remark if that is possible here in 1958, then why not on the mainland? The villages here seems to be ahead of their time. Patriarchy and heteronormative standards are still dominant in most places and probably will be for many years to come. After digesting your abalone with more discourse about dismantling the patriarchy and capitalism, you and Jungkook go out on the beach.
The sun has already gone down, marking the first day of the retreat over. The only light source radiating from the campfires along the beach and the star-lit sky. The campfire nearest your sleeping tent is vacant. The question of sharing a tent crosses your mind.
“Arent you going to tent up with your assigned travel buddy?” you ask Jungkook.
“My what?” he sips from his flask then stares expectantly at you.
“Your travel…buddy??” It’s not a weird question, right?
“Where did you hear that? I can guarantee there's no travel buddy list,” he giggles into his flask.
“But, Jin said…” You reflect on the words as you stare into the fire.
Water shoots from Jungkook’s nose as he tumbles forward. “He said he was your assigned travel buddy?! Ahahaha—”
Apparently, there was no such thing. Jin made it up just to have a reason to be with you during the trip. What are you supposed to think now?
You’ve had a long first day, to say the least. Jungkook helps you relax. The night passes too quickly as you exchange stories under the stars. At some point, you pass out asleep and feel Jungkook place his jacket over your chest. He carries you into the tent. You roll over onto your stomach and splay like a starfish. Jungkook struggles to remove your shoes and get you into the sleeping bag. Then the darkness swallows you and you drift into a deep sleep. Whatever comes tomorrow can’t possibly top the day you’ve had.
***
You wake the next morning to an empty tent and two layers of sleeping bag. The extra is not yours. Your back is stiff and you feel like your whole body has sunk two feet in the sand. After a little morning spruce, you find Jungkook having breakfast by the campfire. The bonsai tree sits on a rock in front of him and the souvenir bracelet rolls between his fingers.
“That’s a really nice souvenir!” you sit beside him.
“Thanks. It’s for, um, Namjoon actually. Ha ha. You think he’ll like it? Joon loves the sea but, he works so much. He’s studying part-time and can’t take advanced classes.” He scratches the back of his round head again.
“That’s lovely, Jungkook. I think he will definitely love it.” Jungkook is so sweet, you can’t help feel a little jealous after how aloof he was with you on your first date. “Oh, this is totally random but speaking of Namjoon, you haven’t heard anything from him, have you? Last time we spoke was kinda weird…I thought maybe he said someth—"
“Y/N. I have to tell you something,” he hesitates, lingering for permission.
“What is it?” you say. The morning wind on the beach is a little chilly. You fold your arms across your chest for some warmth.
“Do you remember that day? The day I was supposed to pick you up after work?” he fiddles with the bracelet.
Now it’s your turn to choke on your flask. Your stomach feels like it’s going to sink with all the emotions of that day returning. Jin completely avoided this conversation, but here goes Jungkook getting right into it.
“Yes, I remember it all too clearly,” you sigh. “I was on my way to the parking lot where I thought you were picking me up. I was walking by the court while the jocks were playing a game. Then the ball went out of bounds and hit me. I passed out and woke up after Yoongi, uh, resuscitated me. His hand was injured and he looked really mad. He still took me to Namjoon’s. Namjoon was acting all weird about it, but I still don't know why.”
“Well, that’s one version of it. But that’s not our version.” Jungkook explains.
“You see, I have um, I have a secret. The project I mentioned that Tae is helping me with, it’s a dangerous project. A few months ago, I discovered something while experimenting. I may have sort of opened a dimensional rift.” He waits anxiously for your response.
“What does that mean, Jungkook. You farted?”
“No! Haha. In quantum physics, there’s a theorem called the Casimir effect, it essentially says that if you conduct the right amount of energy through the right materials at the right time, you can open a door through space-time.”
“Time travel?” you question.
“Yes!!! Time travel.” He whispers. “I messed with it and got it right. That day you got hit with a basketball, it wasn’t the players' fault, it was me! Haha—.” He says it too happily for your taste.
“Hey!… I thought the jocks might have done it on purpose,” you pout.
“It was an accident, I swear to Namjoon! I haven't completely mastered control over this thing yet. That day I was running a bit late, so I thought, "why not?" . It worked obviously, but there was some, uh, glitching. It was not a clean jump. I injured some people when I jumped back, especially you. I'm really sorry. Only Yoongi and Namjoon knew about my jumping experiments then. Yoongi rushed there to stop me. It could have been a disaster, Y/N. But I figured out that I can do a cleaner jump if I have a stronger source of energy. The vacuum isn't it. ” his eyes are sparkly again.
You are quiet, thinking.
“So, let me see. You can travel through time using science, but you don’t have a good grip on the specifics yet. Yoongi, Jin, and basically everyone else knows about it now. You all got together while I was passed out and schemed a lie so I wouldn’t find out I got knocked by an experimental poltergeist. Am I understanding it correctly?”
He blinks. “That was easier than I thought.”
“Jungkook. You are so cool…”
He blushes, “I’d rather be dead than cool…”
“Since I’ve already been a victim of your jumping experiments. Can I know about the cave?”
Jungkook sighs. “I told you yesterday that the cave is like the Bermuda Triangle. Under ideal conditions, the cave can be a portal for time travel. The lab doesn’t know what conditions exactly, but I do. They aren’t up to anything good with it. If the lab got its hands on time portal capability, it would have the power to manipulate the past and future. Taehyung did some journalistic investigating on the lab. It's called Heaven, Inc. Before it got the military permission to colonize the island, they were just another underfunded private lab, doing shady work for shady leaders. Corrupt stuff. Tae discovered that the lab has already found the cave and they've closed it off. It’s not much time before they get the conditions right. Do you see why we have to intervene? Only we know about it. The cave would be weaponized. A weapon of dimensional shifting.”
“Jin can't know what he’s part of, right? I mean, he would never volunteer for something like that. He’s good…”
“I dunno, he definitely knows where the cave is. Tae and I have a plan. We’ll follow him to the cave and film it all. The video will be released to the papers and the government will have to shut down the complex.”
“That’s doesn’t sound like a good plan, Jungkook. It’s dangerous. They have the strictest enforcement here. What if they stop you?”
“Trust me, Y/N. They need a really big source of energy to open the portal. After my experiments, I think I figured out how it works, but I’ll need your help..." He looks at you with the same expression he’s had the whole time, “Can I kiss you?” Endearing and determined.
You are completely startled at the turn of confessions.“It's for science, right?”
“For science,” he grins.
“Ok, I trust you.”
He lunges forward and kisses you passionately on the lips. Your eyes shut tight and butterflies erupt in your atrium. Not counting Yoongi’s resuscitation technique, this is your first real kiss. Jungkook’s hand comes up to hold your face. He brushes your cheek and lingers, savoring you as long as he can.
At last, you break. “Wow,” he pants, “thank you.”
“Hey?” you pant back, “this better earn us the Nobel Prize.”
***
Taehyung joins you and Jungkook at 7 o’clock sharp, carrying several duffle bags. He sets them down and slicks back his hair. “The name’s Bond, James Bond,” he says with a deep voice. Jungkook ignores him, too deep in thought focusing on the surroundings. Tae turns to you for approval and flashes his adorable boxy smile. You are really about to embark on a covert operation with Taekook.
You squat behind the dense thicket, waiting. Jin passes by with a group of serious scientists. As usual, Jin looks too chippy first thing in the morning. He stands out like a sore thumb. The youngest in the group and the most enthusiastic. Still, he remains well-mannered and eagerly follows orders as they prep for their second day excavating the hidden site.
The three of you follow the group down to the north-facing coastline, staying out of view. The group you’re tailing disappears into a tunnel behind a glistening waterfall. You wait behind some big rocks. A branch cracks behind you and you spin around. Funny. You could swear you saw a glimpse of the big-breasted mathematician's ass hanging out of a tree. No way. You're probably still dazed from locking lips with Jungkook. There's no way Namjoon would ever be here. Then, Jin’s laughter emerges from the cave as he leads the group back out. He saunters past, delightedly chatting up the eldest scientist. You sigh. Poor Jin, he really believes this about some moss.
“Well, we found it.” Taehyung whispers. “That was easy.”
Too easy. An uneasy feeling settles in your stomach. Like right before you are about to lose something. You glance over to Jungkook who is contemplating the next move. Your lips are still tingling from his kiss. Was it real? During your first date, he seemed so aloof. Sure, he was always sweet and protective, but it didn’t mean anything. That’s just how Jungkook is.
Yoongi’s old words ring in your ears,
“Listen, Dove, it’s just a random coincidence. It could have been anybody…”
Yoongi really meant it. He knew. They all knew.
Taehyung holds the fence open for you and Jungkook to climb through. He leaves the duffle bags by the waterfall and only grabs the camera. He takes photos of the chain-link fence protecting the cave entrance. A sign reads “RESTRICTED ACCESS”. Inside, the cave is more like a tunnel. It's cold, dark, rocky, and slippery. Jungkook lights a match and asks you to stay while he explores the interior.
You stick with Taehyung as he takes more photos. “You knew about Jungkook’s experiments?” you probe.
“Sweetcheeks, I’ve always told you, haven’t I? I appreciate art.”
Jungkook runs back from the tunnel, excited. “Hey guys, come check this out!”
You both chase after him.
“Careful, it’s slippery in here!” he yells back through the darkness.
You reach a clearing lit by torches. There's a lot of industrial equipment. Looks like the scientists have come this far. Jungkook examines the mysterious gadgets laying around, one by one. Everything has the same logo, Heaven, Inc.
“Extensional tectonics,” Jungkook mumbles. He walks to the center of the clearing and looks at the wet floor. A man-made “X” marks the spot. “It’s here, inside the Manjjanggul Lava tube. This is the dimensional rift..."
In geology, a rift is a linear zone where the lithosphere is being pulled apart. They form over thousands of years, often at the central axis of most mid-ocean ridges. The new oceanic crust and lithosphere form at a divergent boundary between two tectonic plates. The Manjjanggul Lava tube tunnel is said to be one of the longest, measuring around 7.5 kilometers deep.
Extensional tectonics, as Jungkook said. The Manjjanggul Lava tube is the second Bermuda Triangle. Conditions just right for space-time travel, if supported with a powerful catalyst.
The kiss. The kiss was the energy. Jungkook is trying to manifest the kiss into the big energy he needs to open the portal. You must be…his catalyst.
A purple light begins forming in front of Jungkook as he stands still.
“Wait don't start yet, I need to get the video camera!”
"Well Taehyung, I don't know how it starts only when it starts...and it's starting now!"
Tae runs to retrieve the equipment from outside.
You flinch as water drips on your head from lava rock on the ceiling. The walls of the cavern start vibrating on rhythms, like the pace of a butterfly’s wings or a human heartbeat. The ring on your finger blackens as a void opens within you, a creeping bad feeling. You push it down.
“What’s happening?” you move to the edge of the wall.
“It’s stopped. I felt stronger energy a few minutes ago. It’s gotten weaker for some reason…” he concentrates hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
“Jungkook—” you start to say. But Taehyung runs back.
“Has it worked yet? Did I miss anything?” he tosses the bags down and starts to assemble the video camera as quickly as he can.
“Wait, I feel something…” Jungkook plants his feet on the marking and holds his arms out in front of him like there’s an invisible wall there. An obscure purple cloud glows before him and the tunnel vibrates with more strength.
Tae starts filming. You flatten your bodies against the wall as more water drips from the shaking ceiling.
“I feel it.” Jungkook closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. He extends his arms farther out, pushing against the translucid wall. “It’s….happening…” he grunts as he puts all his might into the force. Blue and white hues emerge from the vortex developing at his hands. The walls of the cavern pulse even harder. You cling to the wall as you brace for the unknown.
Then, an echo of running footsteps down the tunnel gets louder. Indiscernible yelling and swearing as the heavy steps approach.
One deep voice penetrates the cave and spikes the walls harder than the supernatural force at Jungkook’s fingertips can.
“Stop!” Namjoon shouts.
“Choco! Get away from him!” Jin appears behind Joon. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. Jungkook is not listening anymore. The force in his hands surges and cave walls begin to give way. Tae fumbles with the camera, desperately trying to capture the phenomenon as the tunnel shakes more violently.
Jimin approaches calmly, “I think we would all like to live, so let’s all hold hands and walk out of here in one piece…”
“I can’t leave,” Jungkook replies through the translucent shimmer. "We have to destroy this place."
Namjoon steps closer, cautious of the rocks beginning to crumble overhead.
“Jungkook, please. You are putting yourself in danger…” he pleads. The leader’s fear growing with each passing second until Namjoon breaks down and tears flow from his eyes. With that, the portal opens, rendering Jungkook helpless to its mystical aura.
Everyone is puzzled. Yoongi’s level voice is heard over the rumbling, “What just happened, why is it getting worse?” Jungkook doesn’t know, but his mesmerization with the portal overtakes him and he can’t hear the others anymore. A deep part of his conscious is already elsewhere, they’re losing him.
Jungkook’s peaceful face shimmers with waves of violet and pink. His eyes wide open, soul entering into a new dimension while his body still hangs back. Grounded in something. Or someone.
Seokjin pulls you away, trying to get you out of the tunnel. Before he can get you very far, Namjoon grabs hold of your free arm. A massive pulse sends a long fissure across the floor, dividing the space in two. You’re being pulled in two directions, Jin on one side and Joon on the other. The tunnel begins to collapse. Hoseok yells for everyone to get out. You must pick a side or you'll die.
A segment of lava rock falls, nearly crushing Taehyung who has dropped the camera. He runs to Jungkook but more rock falls, blocking him. You’re held on both sides. You look up from Namjoon’s chest. His cheeks are soaked in tears.
“You put everyone at risk,” he glares at Jin.
“Me?” Jin argues back, tugging you to himself. “Your greasers are to blame! You let Jungkook and Taehyung do something dangerous. They even brought Y/N to the cave. I made you all swear, did I not, to keep Y/N out of this! What Jungkook was doing was never safe! We had a choice to stop the lab from finding the portal key. I mocked up the plant samples to destroy the evidence and convince them this is not the place. No one was going to get hurt! But Jungkook, he made his choice. He chose to destroy the site altogether. He chose violence!”
You’re suddenly thrust away from the pair as Namjoon lunges toward Jin. He throws the first punch. Jin collides with the wall behind them. Joon makes for another hit but Jin headbutts him first, tackling the six-foot-tall man to the ground, which is now being pelted with falling lava rocks. You lose balance on the shaky floor and start to fall backward. Yoongi catches you in time and shields you from the debris, looking for a way out.
Was that true? Was Taekook’s plan all along to destroy the cave? Who is right? Who is trusted? You remember Jungkook's words. Trust me.
NamJin curse at one another as they wrestle to the ground. The leader of the greasers and the leader of the jocks. Peace was never an option, was it.
Suddenly, the pulsing hum stops and there is silence. From Yoongi’s embrace, you can still see Jungkook. One moment he is there, standing on the X mark. Namjoon reaches for him but in a moment that feels frozen, lasting longer than a moment should, a whirring noise slices through the cold air, then…Jungkook vanishes. ZAP.
All that’s left in Namjoon’s large hand, the moon bracelet. Only the sounds of heavy breathing and dripping water fill the void. Jin rises from the ground and catches his breath. He looks up at Namjoon in confusion. Still silence.
Namjoon is about to say something. Then ZAP… he vanishes through thin air. The bracelet drops to the wet ground and rolls toward you. What the fuck! Everyone looks at each other. What is happening?! A moment later, Yoongi follows. ZAP. Jimin. Taehyung. Hoseok. ZAP ZAP ZAP.
Only you and Jin are left.
***
The following morning, your school formally announces the reported disappearance of six of its students, four of whom were not attending the retreat. Their names are printed in the paper, along with their photos.
Kim Namjoon. Min Yoongi. Jung Hoseok. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook.
All Heaven, Inc. facilities are shut down for further investigation. The remaining students are sent home early in the morning. Police recover the Heaven, Inc. lab equipment from the Manjjanggul Lava tube, but can't find a single trace of the missing students. Seokjin's father gets a lawyer for the other families and files a civil suit.
The long bus ride home is melancholic. You were up all night being questioned by the police, nothing you said was written down. The reporters will dismiss the truth and release their own narrative in a few months.
The students had a secret party on a sailboat, they got drunk, had a dispute, forgot to tie it to the dock and drifted out in the middle of the night. No bodies were found. It was an accident. A simple mistake of rambunctious youth.
You and Seokjin remain quiet. Neither of you feel like talking. Six of your friends have just vanished. You fear the worst. You have endless questions. Where are they? Why did everyone but Jin jump? Did they make it through safe? Will they ever come back? What will their families do? The void inside only grows. Your racing mind exhausts and you lean your head on Jin’s shoulder. It’s big and sturdy and safe. Whatever happens from now on, at least you will have Jin by your side. You fall asleep.
***
The sound of Professor Choi quietly nudging you awake causes you to jump, “Wake up, Dear. You are home.”
“Huh, what year is it?” You rub the sleep from your eyes and feel a cramp in your neck. There’s no other student left on the bus but you. The spot next to you empty, with all but a snack left on the seat. You pick up the wrapped choco pie and stare at it. No way. Did Jin get time warped? He couldn’t have he was with me…
“It’s 1958, Dear,” Choi laughs. “Don’t forget your belongings. I’ll leave you to it.” The professor walks off the bus.
Jin got time-warped with the rest. This is not a dream. You are not dreaming.
All seven of them...left you.
Field Observation #10: It was a f*ckboy au after all. What did you expect, Bighead?
See you in 1985 :)
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Little Dove ~ JJK [M] [Request]
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↬↬↬Genre: SMUT!!!!! SMUT!!! SMUT!!!! (Did I mention it’s smut??)
↬↬↬Pairing: Uni!Jungkook x Shy!Reader x Junkook’s Girlfriend
↬↬↬WARNING: This includes descriptions of a threesome and a cute nickname. PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE
You hated parties and you hated your friend Lee Felix for dragging you along to one telling you it would be good for you to ''get out there for an hour'' so that was exactly what you were doing. As soon as you arrived at the frat house you set a timer on your watch and disappeared into the house going to find somewhere a little quieter to sit and read from your phone. Looking around you were glad you'd made the decision not to bring a book because you never would have been able to see it in all of the low lighting there was.
"Hey! Who brought the nerd?!" Felix appeared by your side again warding off the drunken jocks that were trying to make a pass at you and you thanked him.
"I'll get us some drinks, want anything?" Felix asked turning to look at you and then over at his friend - Chan - who was calling his name.
"Cranberry juice?" He nodded and headed in the direction of the kitchen and you walked away to find a staircase knowing Chan and Felix too well to know he wasn't going to come back to you anytime soon with a drink and even if he did it wouldn't be the juice you'd asked for.
"Kookie." Chi nudged her boyfriend so he would look away from the boys playing beer pong, he looked up and followed her gaze over to the girl sitting alone on the stairs with her eyes glued to her phone and checking her watch every couple of seconds.
"She looks so sweet." Jungkook laughed smirking as he knew exactly what his girlfriend was thinking the moment she made him look at you.
"I'll go say Hi." Chi jumped down from the table and walked over to the staircase where she dropped herself down beside you and began talking.
"I'm Chi, what's your name?" She introduced herself as though you wouldn't know her, she was one of the most popular girls in your college, everybody knew her. You stared at her, she was the living embodiment of perfect. Her hair was curled perfectly, her skin looked flawless and she was breathtakingly beautiful and you had no idea why she was talking to you.
"Hi...I'm er- I'm Y/n." She smiled taking your hand and shaking it, she spotted your phone case and began talking to you about the same interests you shared.
"I love her music, have you listened to her new song yet?" She questioned moving hair out of your face so she could stare into your eyes, you felt your cheeks heat up and your stomach flip and she smiled knowing she had that effect on you, she adored having that kind of effect on people it's what made her and Jungkook's game all the more fun for them. Innocent girls like you made the game even more enjoyable since they had a corruption kink,
"I haven't had the chance yet. My friend dragged me out tonight-" You pointed over at Felix and she smirked knowing him all too well and then looked back at you,
"I have it back at my dorm. Come with me and my boyfriend and we'll show you it?" You nodded and took her hand as she helped you up from the stairs, she walked you over to Jungkook who had been sizing you up since Chi had pointed you out to him.
"Jungkook this is Y/n, Y/n this is my boyfriend Jungkook." He kissed your hand and you smiled shyly at him following him and Chi out of the house party and towards the car that Jungkook was driving.
"We'll sit in the back baby, I want to show her something." You nervously got into the back of the car with her and she began twirling strands of your hair around your finger smiling brightly at you as Jungkook drove.
"Your hair is so damn beautiful." You thanked her shyly smiling down at the floor of the car and she began tutting, tilting your head up so you would look her in the eyes,
"Don't look down, little dove, you're so beautiful it would be a shame not to get to look into those eyes all night long." You didn't even know what happened next she was leaning into you and the next thing you knew your lips were together and you were making out in the backseat of the car with Jungkook watching in the review mirror,
"Y-Your-"
"Don't worry about him, he loves to watch me play." She whispered in your ear running her fingers up and down your arms and sending shivers throughout your body and sending tingles to all the right places. You weren't a virgin but you weren't exactly experienced in all of the departments but she began kissing you again, a little rougher this time and you felt her fingers going down to the waistband of your jeans. You parted your legs and felt her smirked against your lips as she dove her hand into your jeans rubbing you over the thin pink lacey fabric you were wearing,
"You make just the cutest sounds and I haven't even started yet." She forced you to look her in the eyes as she pushed two fingers into your dripping core and you let out a long whine throwing your head back against the car seat she began giggling.
"Fuck Kookie, I can't wait to taste her and she's so fucking tight." You whimpered as she continued to work her two fingers in and out of you curling them so she was hitting the spot where you needed her the most.
"C-Chi." You panted taking hold of her wrist and biting down on your lip as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten and you knew you were close to your release.
"Cum for me little dove." You whimpered out at the nickname she was giving you and she began pumping faster hitting your hilt without problems and sending you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a wave and you were crying out her name while your back arched and your toes curled, she made you look at her while she cleaned her fingers off before kissing you so you could taste yourself.
"Hurry up Jungkook I think someone is still very needy for more, aren't you little dove?" You nodded desperately and she began kissing you once again but she slapped your hand away when you went to touch her.
"Not until we get back baby," She whispered biting down on your neck and smirking as you let out a whine of disappointment of not being able to touch her like she had you.
"Tonight is all about you." She whispered pushing you to lay down on the bed so you were exposed to both her and Jungkook, she'd wasted no time stripping you from the clothes the moment you got back to her dorms and when you looked up now they were both naked as well and Jungkook was stroking his hard-on.
"Have you done this before?" She whispered in your ear as Jungkook stood between your legs,
"O-Only with one person." She nodded bending down and kissing you lovingly,
"Don't worry darling we'll take good care of you won't we Kookie?" He nodded chuckling as you gazed down at him,
"W-Will it-" You were cut off by another kiss, they didn't want you to worry about that for now,
"Kookie I'm needy, fuck me while you eat her out?" Jungkook's mouth fell open when he heard Chi say that, he was normally the one that had to fuck the guest while he ate her out but she was changing things up for the night.
"She's just made me so horny, I can't wait any longer." Jungkook wasted no time getting onto the bed so that Chi could ride him while you sat on his face.
"Just sit down baby, he'll do all the work." You looked down at Jungkook for confirmation who just grabbed your thighs and sat you on his face.
"O-Oh shit." You whimpered at the new feeling of having his tongue buried deep inside of you, you were letting out gasps of pleasure mixed with whimpers whenever he would start rubbing your clit. He began thrusting up into Chi who in return pulled you closer to her and began making out with your while she rode her boyfriend moaning into your mouth.
"Fuck Kookie right there." She panted hooking her fingers around her breasts and massaging them to give herself extra pleasure,
"S-Shit." You stuttered out feeling your clit throbbing and your walls tightening, Jungkook let out a moan sending waves throughout your clit.
"Fuck I'm g-gonna cum." Chi grabbed you again forcing you to stare into her eyes while Jungkook fucked her and ate you out roughly.
"Cum with me little dove." You whimpered as she bit down on your lip tugging at it as you felt yourself drawing closer and closer until it was too much to handle and you let go.
"Fuck...I'm cumming, I-I'm cumming so fucking hard." Jungkook groaned as he heard your pornstar like cries and he continued to fuck into Chi as she came around his cock crying out his name as she continued to bounce on him bucking her hips as she came down from her high.
She pulled herself off him panting and sweating as she fell down onto the bed beside you both, you sat down at the side of Jungkook who smirked wiping off his face and reaching down to pump himself.
"You wanna fuck him little dove?" You looked at Chi and then at Jungkook who was watching you while he stroked himself,
"Yes." You whispered back and he smirked bringing you down to kiss him, his hands tangled into your hair as he held you close to his body. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin and onto yours as he turned you around and dragged you to the edge of the bed. You let out a squeal of excitement as he put your legs together and brought them to rest over his shoulder.
"Fuck her well baby, she's so tight I bet you won't last five minutes." With that Chi left the room to go and run a bath while Jungkook smirked down at you.
"Are you sure you want this little dove?" Tingles shot through your body as he called you the nickname that Chi had for you and you whimpered pushing up against him to get any kind of friction you could from him and he smirked rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds making you whimper and beg for him to fuck you.
"Fuck me please Jungkook, I can't wait any longer." He slowly pushed into you not wanting to hurt you and your back arched off the bed as you gasped out for air. He was bigger than the guy you had slept with before and the stretch was painful.
"Tell me when little one," He whispered in your ear knowing that you were in a little pain, he began kissing your neck and sucking on the exposed skin when you nodded for him to keep going.
"M-Move." You whimpered and he began to thrust in and out of you at a slow and torturous pace making you cry out for more, you reached up to his arms and ran your nails down his skin leaving claw marks and he growled at the sensation,
"You're so fucking tight, she was right." He grumbled pulling all of the way out of you leaving just the tip in before slamming right back in and hitting your hilt. Your head threw back against the pillows and you let out a cry of his name encouraging him to do it once again,
"F-Faster." You begged and he began to thrust his hips faster into you, not missing your sweet spot once, your legs fell to either side of him and he wrapped them around his waist so he could reach deeper inside of you.
"A-Ahh shit." He grunted as he felt himself getting closer to his release and you whimpered reaching down and rubbing your clit,
"S-Shit don't stop Jungkook." You begged feeling your third and final orgasm of the night coming closer to you with each thrust.
"You gonna cum again? Huh? You gonna cum all over my cock?" You nodded frantically and he smirked bringing one leg over his shoulder and fucking you harder into the mattress,
"Cum for me then little dove, cum all over my cock." You clenched around him as you heard your nickname and he smirked whispering it in your ear as he fucked into you.
"Jungkook!" You cried out your final orgasm hitting you like a truck and knocking the wind out of you, you saw white as you came around him crying out his name while your hips bucked.
"Ah fuck." He grunted as he spilt into you painting your walls white before pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside you panting loudly.
"Come on little dove, let's get you cleaned up." Jungkook chuckled sitting you up and helping you walk towards the bathroom where Chi had ran an amazingly relaxing bath for you all.
The next morning you walked into the apartment in one of Chi's skirts and one of Jungkook's baggy shirts since your clothes were ripped in several places from the night before. You shut the door and quietly put your bag down on the ground thinking Felix - your roommate and best friend - would still be asleep but when you turned around he was stood there with Chan facing you. The bowl in Chan's hand dropped onto the floor as soon as he saw you and Felix dropped his spoon back into the bowl of cereal he was eating.
"I told you I saw her with Jungkook and Chi!" Chan yelled turning to look at Felix and then to you, you walked over to the mirror to see what they were so shocked about when you noticed your neck was covered in hickies and scratches from the previous night.
"I'm gonna go shower-"
"No, you are not! You're going to give me details!" Felix yelled following you into your room and demanding answers from you.
"I'm not explaining my sex life to you," He blinked at you knowing that you would since you both shared everything together and Chan came into the room wanting to hear about it as well.
"We're too close as a friendship group." You joked shaking your head and starting to tell them about everything.
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