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gxdsetmxnsters · 4 years

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As quiet as a mouse...

Short Scriddler oneshot. Trying to get back into writing after several months of writer’s block. Apologies if any of this is OOC. It’s not set with any specific versions of the characters and isn’t apart of our AU either. It’s just a short standalone story.

Edward stiffened when he heard rustling from the plastic bag he’d set by the door hours earlier. Sitting up in bed, he rubbed his eyes and squinted before groping for his glasses. Putting them on didn’t do much for helping him see in the dark, at least not in night vision terms, but it did make a few objects in the room sharpen. The city lights from outside the window gave him just enough light to see the hazy outline of the door and dresser.

Frowning, Edward cocked his head and listened intently. No rustling, only the deep even breaths of the man still asleep beside him. Glancing down at Jonathan, Edward smiled. He was extremely lucky to be with someone like Jonathan even if they had their ups and downs, but then again, what couple didn’t? They made things work, and they were happy. That’s all that mattered.

Edward couldn’t believe how beautiful Jonathan was when he was asleep, though he’d never tell Jonathan. The man had a dislike of being called anything along the lines of “cute” or “beautiful” (calling him handsome was even pushing things some days). But in these quiet nights when Edward woke up in the middle of the night when Jonathan was still asleep... Well, he could call Jonathan anything he wanted then, at least to himself.

Taking his glasses off, Edward reaches over to put them on his nightstand, convinced that whatever sound had woken him up was just a figment of his imagination (or perhaps something he misheard) when it happened again. Pausing, he slowly replaced his glasses and slid out of bed, flinching slightly as his bare feet hit the cold wooden floor.

Shuffling over cautiously towards the noise, he froze when he saw something dart across the floor and under the dresser.

Oh hell no.

Edward silently prayed that whatever that’d been wasn’t what he thought it was. He’d lose it if a mouse had gotten into the apartment. There was no reason for one to be there. Edward made sure of that, always making sure the whole apartment was spotless from top to bottom (minus the basement since that was Jonathan’s lab and Edward was only allowed down there on very rare occasions).

Swallowing hard, he tiptoed over to the bag and swiftly picked it up. Peeking into it, he frowned before angling it closer to the window to get a better look. Upon seeing the contents of the bag easier, Edward made an indignant sound in the back of his throat.

The damn mouse had chewed a hole in the bottom of his to-go bag of curly fries.

The first insult was that there was a mouse in the apartment. The second one being it was eating his food. Granted, Edward probably shouldn’t have left food that should’ve gone in the refrigerator on the floor of the bedroom, but in his defense he’d gotten home late. He was exhausted and didn’t think much of it being a problem to leave the bag on the floor before flopping into bed and passing out.

Hesitantly, he reached into the bag and fished around for a fry, and cringed as he touched one. They were cold and stale now, and most certainly not safe to eat. A whole good bag of fries wasted all because of a mouse and his own exhausted laziness that caused them to get ruined in the first place.

Letting out a huff, Edward took a moment to glare at nothing in particular before he started to think about what he was going to do about this new rodent problem. They didn’t have any mouse traps in the apartment due to Edward’s now false assumption that they wouldn’t get mice, so that wasn’t an option. He could just leave things until the morning but the long he thought about a mouse hanging around the more nauseated he became. No, this had to be dealt with as soon as possible.

He considered the bag in his hands. The fries were ruined now, perhaps he could put them to use if the mouse was so intent on eating them.

Setting the bag back down on the floor, he situated it it rested on its side, ready to be hopefully reviving the mouse. He was going to catch this thing, even if it took the rest of the night. Edward glanced longingly at the bed, wishing he could allow himself to forget about the mouse and cuddle Jonathan under the warm blankets instead of sitting on the cold floor waiting for a mouse to fall into his makeshift trap. Alas, he was stuck on the floor until he caught the damn thing.

Sitting as still as he could, Edward waited patiently for the mouse to make another appearance. The minute stretched on and Edward once again found himself wondering if there even had been a mouse despite the evidence placed before him. He stiffened when he saw a small lump move across the floor.

There it was.

Holding his breath Edward watched the mouse scurry across the floor, growing ever closer to the open bag. Soon the rustling of the bag started up again and Edward lunged forward, intent of catching it. He cursed silently as he missed it, being too slow.

Relaxing again, Edward took up his position and waited for another chance. It took a several tries over the span of an hour before Edward caught the mouse, and when he had it successfully trapped in the bag, he celebrated silently. His back and ass hurt from sitting hunched over on the floor for so long, but now that the mouse was captured he could fall into the sweet comfort of the bed, and then sleep.

Standing up, he kept a tight grip on the bag before stretching. He felt the bag move and being curious, Edward opened it slightly, intending to get a peek at the nasty rodent that’d woken him up and tried to eat his food. That however proved to be a mistake.

Edward let out a shriek of surprise as the mouse launched itself towards the opening of the bag, and by proxy Edward’s face. Tripping backwards in surprise, Edward shrieked again as he felt the mouse run over his hand before it jumped to the ground and ran under the bed.

While Jonathan has slept though the rustling sounds, he most certainly woke up due to Edward’s shrieking. He bolted up and was half out of bed before he even processed himself doing so.

“What’reya yelling about?” Jonathan asked, his accent more pronounced than normal in his groggy state. “No point ‘n yelling to wake me up...”

“There’s a mouse!” Edward said shrilly, scrambling over to Jonathan, abandoning the bag of fries that’d spilled over the floor when he’d dropped it. “I woke up to hearing it and it was eating my food Jon, my food that I’d bought and paid for. It ate it!”

Jonathan rubbed his eyes and yawned before letting out a sigh. “So you screamed over a mouse? Honestly Edward, why didn’t you just leave it until the morning? Put the food away and left it at that, why was it on the floor to begin with?”

His voice regained its normalcy as he continued talking, being more awake now. He sat on the bed and turned on the lamp sitting on his bedside table that was stacked with books.

“Because!!” Edward said, blinking as the light assaulted his eyes. “It was a mouse Jon. A mouse! In the apartment! In our room and it was eating my food.”

“As you keep saying...” Jonathan reached over and picked his glasses up off the nightstand before putting them on. “Honestly Edward, it’s just a mouse. If anything it’s more afraid of you than you are of it, unless...” Hs quirked an eyebrow, leaving his comment open ended as he looked at Edward.

“It’s not just a mouse Jon!” Edward stared at Jonathan, why wasn’t he getting all worked up too?

“And I’m not afraid of it,” Edward hastily added. “It startled me, and I don’t want it in the apartment, that’s all. It’s a matter of cleanliness.”

Jonathan grunted and took his glasses off, setting them back on his nightstand before turning off the lamp and settling back down onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Edward gawked at Jonathan.

“I’m going back to sleep,” Jonathan said, rolling over so he was facing away from Edward. “I suggest you do as well. There’s no point in losing sleep over it, and it’s probably not going to cause much more trouble tonight. We can decide what to do about it in the morning.”

“B-But... it’s a mouse...” Edward frowned.

“Come back to bed,” Jonathan said, “we’ll deal with the mouse in the morning, I promise.”

“But...”

“Edward,” Jonathan said sharply, causing Edward to flinch slightly before slumping his shoulders in defeat.

“Fine...” Edward pouted as he slunk back over to his side of the bed and laid down. In the morning, help kept telling himself. They’d deal with it in the morning.

#enigmatic fear oc #enigmatic fear writing #riddler #edward nygma #edward nigma #jonathan crane #scarecrow #oneshot #scriddler #scriddler writing #scriddler oneshot #scarecrow x riddler #cranigma #riddlecrow

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ask-emilz-de-philz · 4 years

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FANFICTION BY: ''You know who you are ; ))'' AU: #actorAU PAIRING: MIKHAIL x ARCHER (aka HS!AU Adult Emilio's actor and HS!AU Adukt Abel's actor) RATED SPG HAHAHAH (( no really so those under 17 y/o look at sommin else hahah))

((A/N: The moment I saw Mikhail and Archer my brain immediately made this story up. Sorry if they’re OOC or something, it’s only been a few times that Mikhail appeared and Archer only appeared once so far. It might be a lil steamy for some, but I really tried to tone it down I promise 😂))

((Milo’s here too, sorry again if he’s OOC 😅))

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On a shooting for a special limited edition blu-ray release, a very intense kiss scene between the couple, Emilio and Abel.

Archer softly moaned in between the kisses, “M-Mi….” he gets interrupted everytime by a very excited Mikhail, who noticed that Archer is already calling out his name, and not his character’s name. Mikhail shut his mouth by deepening the kiss and caressing his back, hands slowly inching its way lower and lower. Archer tightened his embrace. Mikhail lifted him up and put him on the table. Archer squeaked in surprise, but did not move his lips away. Archer subconsciously raised his legs and crossed them together, making Mikhail even closer than before.

Mikhail, caught up in the passion, breathily spoke while his lips were on the other man. “I love you, A–”

The director yelled, “Cut!”

The lively crew applauded and began to talk about how hot the scene was, and all that crap that Mikhail could care less about. They were too caught up in their conversation that it would take some time for them to remember the two actors who were still glued together.

The instant Mikhail heard the cue, he backed away reluctantly, grudgingly. Anyway, it was not the right situation to confess, better do it when they’re off camera, in private, as Archer and Mikhail, not as Abel and Emilio. He smirked when he noticed that Archer moved a little bit forward, as if to chase after him, but stops and blushes all the way to his ears when he realized what he’s doing. “G-good work,”

Mikhail looks down at Archer, whose gaze remained on the floor. They were still a bit out of breath, and Mikhail relished the heat. He took in Archer’s scent, the red flush on his soft cheeks, his teary eyes still glazed with desire. Mikhail shivered in arousal, licking his slightly swollen lips that were still wet.

Mikhail couldn’t resist. He carried Archer up again, with the excuse of helping him get down, and subtly kisses his neck that even Archer doubted whether it was intentional or accidental.

“Good work.” Mikhail spoke lowly beside Archer’s ear, and he enjoyed watching Archer’s cute little ears tremble from his voice.

‘So cute, so sexy. He’s like this because of me. I want to see him like this everyday.’ No one, not even Archer who was the closest in proximity to him, noticed Mikhail’s warm gaze on Archer. The people who knew Mikhail personally would hardly describe him as a good person. Just like the dragon on his body, he was known to be cold and ruthless, especially to 'pests’. However, they couldn’t deny that Mikhail was fiercely loyal, and that once he considers you one of his people, he will surely protect you.

Even so, if they saw how Mikhail looked at Archer, as if he were a man lovingly watching his cherished lover, they would probably wonder if they needed a prescription from an optometrist. Mikhail did have a few friends, people he would always protect, but none that he treated so preciously. Because Mikhail was cold. Mikhail was ruthless. Just like the dragon on his body.

Alas, the dragon found his one and only Treasure.

It would be a mistake to consider the Treasure his weakness; rather, if there was anyone thoughtless or brazen enough to harm or steal his Treasure, they would be touching upon his reverse scale.

His Treasure seemed to be a bit afraid of him, but that’s okay - everyone was. Mikhail will just have to slowly but surely creep into his heart, and by the time Archer notices that he’s in love with him, he’ll be ready with a ring.

Noticing his gaze, Archer, who had been reading the script, turned to Mikhail and asked, “What is it, Mikhail?” he said with a polite [read: nervous] smile. After that intense kiss scene from back then, Archer seemed to be more nervous around Mikhail, yet at the same time more defenseless.

Mikhail chuckled, thinking to himself, 'Ah, I’ve got a long way to go.’ but he replied without missing a beat, “Just admiring the view. It’s beautiful.”

Archer blushed and buried his face in the script. “Thanks.” He said it in such a quiet voice that if Mikhail didn’t have better hearing than the average man, he would have failed to hear the next words: “You too.”

Mikhail’s eyes wided before he laughed, which made Archer even more flustered. 'Maybe not so long after all.’

While Mikhail was busy planning how to make Archer his wife, Archer was lost in his thoughts. 'Geez, I got swept up by Mikhail’s pace again! Archer, you have got to be strong, don’t be swayed by his sweet words, his thoughtful gestures, his warm eyes, his k-kisses….. AAAAHHHHH STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!’ Archer scolded himself for being too easily swayed.

Despite the chaos in his head, he still managed to maintain an unperturbed, gentle expression. 'Well, it’s not that I’m easy,’ Archer thought. 'It’s just that it’s hard not to love Mikhail.’ All of a sudden, he sighed as the excitement rapidly drain from him. 'Whatever, Archer. Don’t feel down, it’s just a crush. He wouldn’t like me in that way.’

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A point in time after their marriage.

“What do you want.” Mikhail grumbled. It’s late. There were hardly any cars on the road, but Mikhail was still careful as he drove. He figured the phone call would help keep his focus, otherwise his thoughts would just go back to the man waiting for him at home.

The voice on the phone chuckled. “Why, can’t I just be a nice senior checking up on my junior? How’s the married life, Mr. Grumpy?”

Mikhail had no patience for nonsense. “If you’re calling for such a stupid reason, I really should have cut off your tongue and fed it to the pigs.”

“Oh my, how cruel! You still can’t let that incident go? Even your wife didn’t mind, how petty of you.”

That man was getting on his nerves. How could it be possible to hear his smirk through a call?

But….. hearing people refer to Archer as his wife……

“What, were you that happy I called him 'your wife’? Haha, how adorable!” Milo teased.

“Shut your trap, pretty boy. What do you really want?” Oh how he wished he could sew Milo’s mouth shut.

“Well, I’m just letting you know about that one time I visited your shooting….”

… … …

'There was such a thing?’ Mikhail didn’t even remember. He grinned, thinking of a good idea. 'Well, I should make up for that…. right?’

When he opened the door, the lights were still on. Archer was snuggled up in blankets on the sofa while reading his script. An empty cup and a pen were on the table.

Mikhail embraced his wife from behind the sofa, “Hey babe, I’m home.”

Archer jolted in surprise, taking off his headphones as he looked behind. “Mikhail! Welcome home, dear. Would you like me to heat up dinner? Or would you rather take a bath first?”

“I prefer the third choice.” Mikhail gave his wife a kiss. It was the beginning of his 'compensation’.

Archer was a bit flustered, but he was used to it. Mikhail was unexpectedly clingy, and even after getting married, he was still the same devoted and loving husband.

“You know that you’re the only one for me right?” Mikhail used his ultimate weapon: whispering lowly right beside the ears.

“Ah, hm, yes, um, you want dinner? I’ll prepare dinner!” Archer hurriedly escaped to the kitchen, wondering what got his husband riled up.

Had Archer looked back, he would have realized from the look on Mikhail’s face that the 'dinner’ would be thoroughly eaten up tonight.

The couple woke up at noon the next day. Thankfully, they both had the next few days off. It was Mikhail’s turn to cook because Archer was still in bed. It was rather difficult for him to get up due to their 'dinner’.

Archer got a call from a person he didn’t expect, but wanted to talk to.

“Good afternoon Mr. Grumpy’s little wifey~”

“Milo! Why did you say that to him?” Archer rebuked, though it could hardly be considered an angry tone.

“What? That you were jealous when a young and bold crew member was blushing and hovering around Mikhail like a high school student in love?” Milo made an effort to sound innocent, as if the culprit wasn’t him.

“I-I wasn’t even–” Archer’s cheeks flushed. He really wasn’t jealous! He even told Milo how cute that girl was around her idol, Mikhail!

“I can tell from your hoarse voice that you had a good time. Hope you liked my ve~ry special gift for you two!” from the other side of the line, someone was calling for Milo. “Well, that’s the last of my 10 minutes. Enjoy the rest of your holiday,”

Archer turned to lay on his stomach, burying his face on the pillow.

The door opened soundlessly, but Archer knew that Mikhail was there, just staring at him. Or probably his butt.

“Is food ready?” Archer asked.

“Mhm.”

“Can we eat here?”

“Mhm.” Mikhail laid on his side beside his wife.

Archer faced Mikhail with a look of curiosity, “Well, where is it?”

Mikhail opened his arms. The deadpan look on his face was obviously saying, 'Food is served. Eat well.’

Archer was stumped. This was the man he used to be afraid of? All he could do was laugh and indulge his sticky husband, moving closer to cuddle with him.

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(A/N: This is what I would have asked had I gotten the chance to XD I thought hard about what to ask Archer, but I ended up running out of time lol, but that’s okay bc it’s become a fuel for my fantasy) (this isn’t in a proper story format like the ones above, just saying 😂)

'NEVER HAVE I EVER treated my co-actor like I would treat their character on screen

Question for: Archer’

Archer: Hmmm, so far, never. While I and most of the people I’ve worked with get so immersed and emotionally invested in our role, I believe I do a good job of separating my emotions from my character’s. Similarly, I can separate my co-actors’ characters from their off-screen selves.

*Mikhail walks in on the set, speaking out of the camera’s view* Mikhail: Hey babe, I bought some sandwiches. You like the one with mayo or nah?

A: You don’t like mayo, right? I’ll have it. And next time, please don’t disturb the set when there’s an ongoing interview, alright dear?

*walking away already* M: Mmkay. I’ll take you home, I’ll wait for you to finish.

*turning back to the interviewer as if nothing happened* A: So yes, where was I?

Interviewer: Um, didn’t you just … .

*Archer realizes what just happened, internally screaming because oMG I WAS SO RUDE TO MIKHAIL WHAT IF HE GETS MAD AAAHHHH BUT NO WAIT WE’RE HANGING OUT ON OUR FREE TIME, AND WE’VE GOTTEN QUITE CLOSER ALREADY RIGHT?? HE WOULDN’T MIND RIGHT??? I WOULDN’T JUST WAKE UP SINKING IN THE OCEAN RIGHT?!?! TTATT* Archer: Hm, well, we’re on good terms, it just became natural. *gives his best sparkly smile to stun the interviewer and quickly escapes after some greetings*

#actor au #aaumikhail #aauarcher #planetputo #planet puto

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clovked · 6 years

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Unexpected Acquaintances - Peter Parker AU X Fem!reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Summary: Y/n moves to Queens with your mom and you start your first day at Midtown S&T. It just so happens that you have to do a chemistry project with Peter Parker, Midtown’s finest fuckboy.

Authors Note: Someone left the idea to make my hot Peter AU edits into a fic and I honestly couldn’t pass it up! Basically, this fic is going to be an AU where Peter is a major fuckboy and he ends up going after you (reader). P.S.! Peter, reader, and friends are all in their senior year of HS. Apologies if there are a few errors, it was a bit rushed.

Warning: Nothing really, some language.

Word Count: A slow 2k

You were starting the second semester of senior year at a completely new school and a completely new city. You and your mother had just moved to Queens from Colorado following the nasty divorce your parents went through, leaving you to stay with your mother. It was a sensitive topic to talk about, and understandably so, but you vowed to yourself that it wouldn’t get in the way of the final few months of your high school career.

You were starting your first day at Midtown School of Science and Technology, having been accepted a few weeks before you moved to Queens. The idea of a fresh start made your stomach do flips of excitement and nervousness. Although you were looking forward to meeting new people, you had a feeling that this place was going to be completely different than your school in Colorado. Back there, you were considered to be the quiet, nerdy girl, every passing period was spent with earbuds wedged in your ears as you weaved through the crowd of high schoolers.

Something about Midtown made you feel that you were, hopefully, going to fit in. After all, you were just going a high school with a bunch of nerds. At least that’s what your mother told you.

The sound of your beeping alarm clock caused you to groan in irritation, the thought of leaving your warm and cozy bed only causing you to sink deeper into your duvet. Just as you began to drift back off, the voice of your mom woke you back up, “Y/N, it’s your first day and you have to go,” She said softly from your bedroom door.

You groaned but decided to peek above your covers, waving a hand dismissively at her once you told her you were getting up. She stayed at your door only until you sat up in bed, rubbing your tired eyes. You mom closed the door softly, leaving you alone in your dark bedroom, the only thing lighting the place was the glow of your phone as you checked your notifications.

You ran a hand through your y/h/c hair as you got up and padded your way to the bathroom, weaving through your moving boxes on the way out. You brushed your teeth before hopping in the shower and quickly washing off, avoiding your hair since you had just fixed it last night. Last night, you had picked out a cute outfit to wear, an oversized beige sweater and slightly ripped jeans that were paired with ankle high boots.

Once you got dressed you stepped out of your room and into the living and kitchen area of your new apartment. The place was a lot smaller than your previous house in Colorado but you weren’t complaining all that much. It was a mess as of now due to the moving boxes that were scattered around, but you and your mom saw a lot of potential with this humble home.

“I’m going to head out, Y/n,” Your mom said from the front door, shrugging on her heavy winter coat. “Do you know the way there?” She asked, taking her purse and putting it over her shoulder.

You nodded, “Yeah, I think so. If not, there’s always Google Maps,” You said with a small smile. Your mom laughed at your smart comment before quickly saying goodbye and heading out the door.

Once the door closed, you went into the kitchen and began looking through one of the boxes for bowls but much to your demise, you weren’t able to find any.

You cursed under your breath before just settling for a granola bar. Breakfast of champions, right?

Before heading out the door for school, you double checked your way there, making sure you were about to take the subway like a pro. Surprisingly enough you managed to make it to school with only a minor hiccup.

Although you were senior, you had decided to finish off strong when it came to your coursework. You had enough credits to graduate last semester but you wanted to really round off your classes so you could hopefully get accepted into one of the Ivy Leagues. You were hoping to get accepted into either Harvard or UCLA, your eyes set on their biochemistry programs. As a result, you filled your schedule with AP classes, those classes being: AP chemistry, calculus, AP Literature, AP Government, and your fifth year of Spanish.

You shook your head out of your little daydream as Midtown came into view. You looked at the large red brick building, suddenly being hit with the realization that you were a complete stranger. You shook your nerves away before beginning your long walk to the front entrance.

You hadn’t noticed that you were holding your breath until you pushed open the front door, letting yourself finally breathe again. You watched as students walked through the halls before class, everyone walking with someone else or a group, smiling and laughing along with their friends.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it, seeing your schedule pop up since you had set it as your lock screen. Your first class was AP Government with Mrs. Bradshaw, room B120. You had no idea where you were going and that only made you more anxious.

“Fuck,” You cursed quietly under your breath hoping no one would hear you. Much to your demise, you heard a small chuckle from beside you that caused you to quickly look over in that direction.

You were surprised to find a girl standing beside you, clutching her sketchbook to her chest as she slightly leaned over to see your lock screen.

“That’s smart,” She said, giving you a kind smile as she pointed at your phone. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, her longs bangs brushed behind her ears. “I’m MJ by the way,” She introduced herself, her smile still playing on her lips.

You were a bit surprised by her very sweet introduction but you weren’t complaining. Could be your next friend, you thought to yourself before returning the smile to MJ and introducing yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/n,” She said before pointing down a hallway. “We have the same first hour so I can show you the way there,” She explained before you nodded and followed her down the busy school hallway.

You and MJ sat in the corner of the history class, both of you getting to know each other. She was kind enough to draw out a little map of the school, circling every class that you had to go to. After she did that, you told her about moving here and such, the two of you almost instantly getting along.

As you walked into your fifth hour, you noticed how fast the day was going, realizing that after chemistry and lunch you were set to go home. Ah, the perks of being a senior.

In your previous classes, you were introduced to the class by the teacher which always caused you to blush while your classmates stared at you. Your chemistry class was different though.

You walked through the doorway and saw everyone standing at the front of the room, chatting with their friends before class started. You glanced around the room in hopes of finding MJ but to no avail. Instead, you found a boy. A very cute boy for that matter.

His chocolate brown hair was styled back casually, almost looking effortless. He was laughing along with his friends, his brown eyes casually looking around the room before he caught your gaze. Fuck.

This mystery boy locked eyes with you before you quickly looked away, catching him give you a small smirk before he also looked away. You felt your cheeks get a bit red because of him but that quickly went away when the teacher came in, greeting her students.

“Glad to see you’ve learned the drill by now,” She said with a small smile before walking past everyone and getting a piece of paper from her desk. “Alright, so we have a new student starting today,” She announced, quickly finding you and walking over to stand next to you.

You were hoping that she’d introduce you to the rest of the class but when she continued to stay quiet you knew you were out of luck, “Oh, um, I’m Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n,” You manage to stutter out, your cheeks immediately becoming hot.

Your teacher smiled before going on about a project that the class was starting soon, “You’ll be able to pick a premade experiment about any of the topics that we talked about last semester. This is going to due in two weeks and you’ll also present it to the class,” She explained, now standing in front of the everyone. “I’ll be assigning partners and you’ll be sitting next to them for the rest of the year,” She said, causing the class to groan in annoyance while she only chuckled a bit before beginning to call names.

She was about halfway through the class when you heard your name be called, “Y/n, you’ll be working with Peter Parker,” She announced, pointing to two empty desks while she glanced down at her paper for the next group.

You glanced around the room as you walked slowly towards the chairs, your eyes scanning for this ‘Peter Parker’. Much to your surprise, the cute boy walked forward, a smirk still playing on his lips.

Just your fucking luck.

“Would you look at that,” He said as he set his backpack down beside the chair before sliding in. “Your first day?” He asked, cocking his head a bit.

You nodded. You immediately knew he was going to be trouble. Either because he was actually trouble or because you knew you’d get distracted working with such a cute guy.

The worst part about it was that you felt like he knew. It looked like he was basically studying you, which only made you squirm because you weren’t used to a guy like him giving you this type of attention.

You shook your head in an attempt to get out of your thoughts, “So, about the project?” You began, glancing down at the piece of paper you were handed by the teacher.

Peter slowly looked down at the paper, leaning in a bit closer to you so he could see the paper, “Do you have any preference?” He asked, his eyes scanning over the list of experiments.

You glanced through as well, reading each one fairly quickly before quickly landing on one you thought was interesting, “What about this one? The effect of pollution on the pH of rainwater?” You asked, looking over at Peter for approval.

He leaned back, running a hand through his wavy hair, “Sounds good to me. Do you want my number so we can keep in touch?” Peter asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Yeah, sure,” You said, taking his phone once he handed it to you and punching in your name and phone number. Part of you was beyond excited that you got his phone number but the other half was just trying to justify it.

The rest of the class period was just planning out the experiment, working in the details and also setting up dates to meet up and work on it outside of school. By the time you left class you were thrilled that you had met Peter and you were trying desperately to hide the smile that was on your lips.

You easily found your way into the cafeteria, scanning the room in search for MJ since she said she’d sit next to you during lunch. Thankfully, we were able to find her towards the back of the cafeteria, her nose in was looked like a good book.

“MJ!” You called as you made your way over to the table she was sitting at. She looked up a bit surprised to hear her name but her features softened when she saw you, greeting you with a soft smile.

“Hey,” She said sweetly, “How was your day?”

Your small smile quickly turned into a grin when she asked, “Amazing, only because I got a cute boys phone number,” You announced.

Her eyebrows raised up in surprise, “Whos number?” She asked, putting her thumb in her book to mark her place as she closed it.

You looked around to make sure he was nearby and he thankfully wasn’t, “Peter Parker,” You said proudly.

MJs smile quickly went away when you uttered that name, her jaw almost clenching when you said his name, “Stay away from him, okay?”

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#peter parker au #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #peter parker x fem!reader

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kettlewrites · 6 years

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Baseball Player!Jaemin AU

summary: the path you walk home is near the school’s baseball field and you’re friends with the baseball team

so you walk home from school

it’s not very far when you take the back way

all you have to do is walk behind the baseball field and another couple of minutes then boom! you’re home

a perk of this is seeing the guys practice in early spring !!!

you knew most of the guys on the team after all those times you were almost hit by ball that was hit out of the field plus you had classes with most of them

which is why you usually stop by to say your hellos before making your way home

today was one of those days!!

“hey y/n” jeno would yell across the field once he spots your bright colored backpack

you usually would just wave but today you found yourself not wanting to go home so early

so you walked over to the fence to yell your hellos as well

“you should stay ! we’re getting ice cream after practice to celebrate making state” renjun says with a smile before putting on his glove and picking up the ball beside him on the mound

“you wouldn’t mind me tagging along?”

all the boys shout no besides one person

na jaemin

the team’s best catcher

(idk why okay) maybe bc he catches everyone’s heart iufbeudfub

you’ve noticed that he’s been off the past couple of games that you’ve showed up for

missing catches on the outfield that were in his reach

you were worried that something was bothering his body again, it was the reason why he took a hiatus last season

every time you tried asking, he brushed you off telling you not to worry about it

but how could you not especially if you’ve had a frickin crush on him for so long

wait what

the first time you’ve seen him on the field, your freshman year of hs

the way the wind blew in his hair as he ran to catch the ball

his smile after outing one of the players on the other team

it just made your heart do summersaults in your chest

you kept thinking that it was just due to the pressure on the entire team as they were going to state next week

but he seemed to only act this way towards you :’’’(

oh well

you sat yourself on the bleachers to watch them practice, taking some in action pictures that you knew the guys would love to see later

you even snapped a great picture of jaemin smiling after he caught the ball

“i c e C RE AM” mark screams as they were all rushing towards you

you shouted with them bc it’s ice cream woot who wouldn’t be excited

as you all were beginning to walk down to the ice cream parlor down the street, you notice someone trudging behind still at the baseball field

“hey i’ll catch up with you guys don’t eat all the ice cream IM LOOKING AT YOU DONGHYUCK”

“i t WA sn’T evEn ME laST TiME!”

“( >_>) sure it wasn’t”

you walk back to the baseball field

“you aren’t coming?” you ask, somewhat startling him

he dropped the ball, but didn’t look up at you while giving you a response

“not feeling it today” he says almost a whisper as he bends over to get the ball from the ground

“are you nervous about state” that’s when he looks at you, “not exactly”

his face glistened in what was left of the setting sun’s light, fly away hairs sticking to his face… it was breathtaking

“why are you avoiding me” you blurt out, after what seemed to be hours of silence between you two

his lips grew into a thin line, “i’m not trying to” you were taken aback

so he was avoiding me, “sorry?”

“it’s just there’s been a lot on my mind” “about the game next week?”

“no about you.”

you felt your heart burst inside your chest, you begin to stutter trying to spit out a response “what.”

“it’s just every time i’m on the field, all i picture is you cheering for us on the bleachers. your sweet voice cheering us on and how you smile so brightly whenever we get a point. i just keep seeing you every time i put on my gloves and pick up a baseball. then i realized it didn’t only happen then… i was always thinking about you and it didn’t make any sense.”

“then it did. because i realized that i really like you y/n.”

you were flushing bright red, it was a good thing that the sun had set so he wouldn’t see it. your cheeks and ears were burning as you tried to hide the smile forcing itself on your lips

“it’s okay if you don’t-”

“i like you too na jaemin.” you finally say, before planting a kiss on his cheek

a weight was lifted off both of your shoulders

he takes a few seconds to process everything that had just happened, but once he did- he cups your face and plants a kiss on your lips

instantly you can hear the shouts of the other guys, “f INALLY” donghyuck screams as he licks the dripping ice cream off of his hand

the two of you just laugh as you see the rest of the guy standing on the other side of the field with their ice cream

“should we go join them now?” you ask

taking your hand in his, “sure”

wo ot !

dating jaemin will come with it’s perks

of course you’re staying for every practice now to cheer on your boyfriend plus he always wants to walk you home even if it’s in the opposite direction for him

every game you’re wearing one of his extra jerseys and a number #13 painted on your cheek, shouting until your voice goes out. once the game ends he runs to the fence (where you’re standing) and kisses you bc you’re his lucky charm !!!

whines whenever you steal his hat to wear around, but he still lets you steal it bc you look too cute in it to take it away

ice cream dates whenever he wins a game !!!

oof :’’’’) im gonna end it here bc wow heart complications i want an actual baseball player!jaemin now

#jaemin scenarios #jaemin au #nct au #nct dream scenarios #na jaemin #na jaemin scenarios #au #nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop au #baseball player au #it's 1 am wow #now i kinda wana do more of these aus #frick

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toastybutstupid · 7 years

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Bangtan Boys Fanfiction Recommendation Post

This is very long overdue.

So this is a post of some fanfictions i have read in this fandom that are one: Really fucking good and you should read them. (Literally all of them) And two: Aren’t nearly recognized enough.

i will be adding to this list!! I read alot of fanfiction like that’s all i read because the creativity is used so well!

NOTE: THESE ARE ALL SHIP FICS. AND ALOT ARE YOONSEOK!!

perhaps an X reader will come along down the line! You never know!

PLEASE TELL ME IF ANY LINKS DON’T WORK!!

Okay let’s get started!

Beta Tau Sigma by Bazooka (Mature; 123k; Namjin and Yoonmin; COMPLETE)- HIGHLY RECOMMEND!! This was one of the first works i have read from this fandom and its by far a TOP fanfiction that i love, this actually sprang my love for college AU’s! Great read!

On Patrol Season 1 & 2 by Ragi (Not rated; 246k; Jikook, Yoonseok, and Namjin; COMPLETE)- REALLY GOOD!!!!Has to be one of my favorites produced from this fandom. Definitely something that i’m currently rereading! Really fucking good okay like im sad its ending.

And one musn’t tell lies by Tteokie (Mature; 36k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- DUDE THIS WAS THE FIRST HARRY POTTER AU I READ FROM THIS FANDOM AND HOLY SHITTTT!!!! This is really good!!! Literally so fucking happy i found this fic okay.

IMMA BEAT THAT PUSSY by Sotaekook (Teen; 44k; Taekook, Namjin Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- THIS. IS. THE. BEST. CHAT FIC OUT THERE. THIS BEATS IT ALL FOR ME OKAY LIKE THE AUTHOR CAN TAKE MY MONEY. Okay but in all seriousness, this fic is one of the best chat fics out there, even the angst is very good (It’s not heavy by any means though!)

Pick Me Up by Priska (Mature; 93k; Jikook and lowkey Taegi; COMPLETE)- Mk, im not into omegaverse much, but this one is really good. i still need to catch up im like 4 chaps behind. But this is really good and i recommend this one HARDCORE.

Pretty In Pink by Profound_Felicity (Explicit; 67k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- !!!!!!!!Dude this is some pretty fucking nice shit. Its a crossdresser!Jin and i fell in love with this fic in the first chapter. Recommend!!!!

My Lovely Lilac By Profound_ Felicity (Explicit; 74k; Taekook; COMPLETE)- This is part two-ish? To Pretty In Pink but its from Taehyung’s point of view and holy shit it’s so cute?? Its a crossdresser! Taehyung and i love this so much.

The Bet by Jonghyunslisterine (Teen; 46k; Jikook; COMPLETE)-

OKAY

O K A Y

THIS IS WHAT GOT ME HARDCORE SHIPPING JIKOOK.

this is basically jk making a bet with tae to try to get chim to go out with him. AND IM SO SHOOK WITH THIS HOLY SHIT. REALLY GOOD.

Let’s Not Fall in Love by Jungkoojk (Mature; 142k; Jikook, Yoonseok, and Namjin; INCOMPLETE)- this also got me hardcore shipping jikook. mk so like basically, Jk and the rap line are like his posse (Excluding Hoseok and Jin’s in the posse too) were hosting a party and like they play spin the bottle and you can sorta see what goes on there jk wants to get to know jimin more oh and homophobia is an issue

I Don’t Know What To Call This Yet by Anaamikaa (Mature; 44k; Yoonseok, Namjin, Taekook, Vmin; INCOMPLETE)- Min Yoongi meets Jung Hoseok. That’s literally what is and it b u i l d s. Fantastic chemistry between these assholes i cri.

Been Tryin’ Hard Not To Get Into Trouble But I Got War On My Mind by Teenuviel1227 (Explicit; 56k; Yoonseok and Taekook; COMPLETE)- Okay this made me cry at the end lemme tell ya. Its really good god. Like Yoongi is an undercover agent for the police department at Hoseok’s race crew and Yoongs gets attached and adfhasofn its so good!!!!

trying to behave (but you know that we never learned how) by Christmasyoongi (Explicit; 311k; Yoonmin, Namjin, Yoonseok, and Vhope; INCOMPLETE)- This fic.

okay it’s really fucking good okay. The angst is p heavy though. Yoongi and Jimin grow up together and shit. Okay but i want to say this: I understand that some people will not like this one because certain things happen, but it is warned. Do not read if you are going to be bashing the author who worked so fucking hard on this. This really is a work of art, no matter how harsh the situation is okay. The author does not need hateful comments on something they worked really hard on. and you can tell too. I will defend this author because how much i respect them. SAD BUT VERY FUCKING GOOD OKAY ITLL BE WORTH IT.

Wait by YannaB (Mature; 18k; Jikook, Namjin, Vmin, And Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- Dude this one is so… o fucking good? its one of those fics that i comment on every single update okay. Jungkook and Jimin grow up and Jk’s dad is a dipshit. I really love it okay like im waiting for the next update!!

the gravity that pulls me (i can’t look away) by Sirradel (Mature; 37k; Namjin and Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- if you love the apocalypse feel, namjin, yoonseok and more namjin and space? REad this holy shit. i love Bazooka and this writer reminded me so much of thier work and goalfns this made me so happy okay its v cute and i want to die of f l u f f

i have five senses (and they’re all for you to use) by Taberune (General Audiences; 10k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- THIS IS FUCKING GREAT OKAY. This was a 3 in the morning read and fuck it was so good and i think im gonna reread this shit tonight lmao. Basically, overtime your mind bonds with those you’ve grown close to and Yoongi has to hide his thoughts of Hoseok so much and finsoifnaqo THIS IS SO GOOD PLEASE GIVE IT LOVE.

Confessions by Miskeen (Mature; 5k; Namseok; COMPLETE)- THIS IS WHY I STARTED SHIPPING NAMSEOK. THIS IS WHY. andthatwholethingwiththemarriageinjapan. BUT. Hoseok gets a note in his locker asking for a date and Namjoon is his closest friend but hey Hoseok dont know how to kiss

late calls (with the lovers that’ll hate you) by Throne (Explicit; 14k; Yoonmin, Taekook, Namjin, Vhope; INCOMPLETE)- ireallylovehpausokay OKAY. SO THIS MOFO JIMIN IS A VEELA. AND LIKE ONE TIME HE TRIES TO USE HIS POWERS ON SOMEONE HE DIDN’T KNOW TO GO TO HOGSMEADE AND YOU FIND OUT LATER THAT ITS YOONGI WHO IS CAPTAIN OF THE SLYTHERIN TEAM. ITS REALLY G O O D

a litany in which certain things are crossed out by Gaslight (Explicit; 31k; Yoonseok and Namjin; COMPLETE) (MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH)- i dont know how to feel about this one. Its really fucking good shIt the angst is heavy. I was reading it and i cried in class because holy fuck. Yoongi loses his memory. sad but good okay.

Look Who’s In Trouble by Sybuology (Mature; 12k; Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- this fic is so soft and cute oh my christ. the author hasnt updated in a while though:/ but this is some domestic fluff for yoonseok and doing the parent thing and its so cute i actually want to die holy shit.

Life Is Sweet (When You’re Growing Up So Fast) by Feminist_Killjoy (Teen; 14k; Yoonseok, Taekook, and Namjin; COMPLETE)- all these little losers work at the mall and fall in love with one another and it s so cute and like it gets lowkey angsty. Like holy shit?? Jimin gets fucked over alot though lmao but its funny and he finds someone in the end ;)

You Should Let Me Love You by Infinitizeit (Teen; 7k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- thIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD. Like Hoseok and namjoon work for yoongo and like hoseok doesnt want to go to his hs reunion right? w ro n g. Yoongi is like you gots to go ill be your date or whatever. this is v cut okay im mad i put it off for so long

Dead Leaves and Spring Flowers by Infinitizeit (Mature; 10k; Yoonseok, Vmin, Namjin; COMPLETE)- I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS. iread this just the other day and holy shit it made me shook as heck. so like. Your soulmates name is etched on your chest on your heart and there is this rare thing where youre heart can break if your soulmate loves someone else. well. Jung Hoseok has a soulmate, Yoongi and Taehyung do not.

The Two Billion Songs On Love by Lexwrites (Mature; 11k; Yoonseok, Namjin, and Taekook; COMPLETE)- T H I S. I LOVE COLLEGE AU’S. This is so sweet and soft and yoongi is so in love but he doesnt know that. really fucking good okay like ughhhhhhh

Pieces by StopTheDams (Teen; 59k; Yoonseok and Namjin; INCOMPLETE)(MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH)-

FUCK OKAY.

YALL REMEMBER WHEN I WAS INTO SPN AND SHIPPED DESTIEL? tHIS GAVE ME THAT VIBE AND ITS SO GOOD AND SAD BUT FLUFFY AND HOLY SHIT I JUST CAUGHT UP WITH IT ANDITS SO GOODLIKE I WAS SOBBING

You’re A Fineapple by Infinitizeit (Teen; 2k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE)- yoonseok and pickup lines. what else is there to say?

It’s Just Kissing, Not Rocket Science by Ragi (Not rated; 14k; Minjoon and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- This is really fucking cute alright. i dont ship minjoon much but this made it rlly cute okay trust me. Namjoon runs one of the biggest gay bars in Korea when Park Jimin comes into his bar crying about heartbreak and then asks for advice on how to keep a man. R E C.

September by TheHalesNyx (Explicit; 26k; Yoonmin and Junghope; COMPLETE)- Another omegaverse and its v sweet holy fuckkkk

i love omegaverse that arent all dom sub and this is the one okay. its sweet and cute. basically yoongi meets jimin in a shop right when his cycle starts.

You Have 1 New Message by Bazooka (Teen; 30k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- I LOVE BAZOOKA’’S WORK OKAY I HAVE HIGH RESPECTS FOR THEM.

BASICALLY, NJ USES SJ SELFIES FOR HIS SUGAR DADDY AND NAMJIN ARE BEFRIENDED!!

The Mark of an Educated Mind By Bazooka (General Audiences; 6k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- Namjoon looks up bts fanfiction and is surprised but what he finds and questions what his relationship with Kim Seokjin really is

v cute okay

Celebrity Crush by Bazooka (Teen; 16k; Namjin; COMPLETE)- THIS IS A FOLLOW UP TO THE MARK OF AN EDUCATED MIND OKAY. dude this

this made me feel shit. Basically after nj finds out sj’s celeb crush is himself, he questions the relationship further.

Comfort In Lies by UsagiFelton (Mature; 107k; Jikook and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- this was so cute then it got sad then it got really cute??

its in the canonverse and shit its cute and jk cant do emotions holy shit

Bubblegum, Neat Freaks, and The Mystery of Love by Cliffolly(Not rated; 53k; Namjin and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE)- this is so soft holy shit. the humor is there, the fluff is there god it really cute and regret putting it off for so long. So basically, neat freak Kim Seokjin meets Kim Namjoon and when he does, well, let’s just say the two got into a bit of a sticky situation, causing Namjoon to have to treat Jin to dinner for the whole week. this is really fucking cute okay like its really cute fluff!!!

The Petty Criminal Discount by Kingkiwi (General Audiences; 6k; Jikook; COMPLETE) this is really cute and soft. i was like in the mood for some coffee shop au’s and holy shit this is a beauty?? Jungkook is a criminal of sorts and well, whenever he’s on the run he goes to a coffee shop where he meets the owner of Dark & Wild.

baby, baby, you’re a caramel macchiato by sweetmxchi (General audiences; 1k; Jikook; COMPLETE) sdafgh this is v cute and i wanted to die because im a slut for flirty Jimin and shy Jungkook like ughhhh its just so cute. After living in the us for three years, no one has ever spelt Jungkook’s name right until one day where it was spelled right.

Constraint by Harlot (Explicit; 40k; Jikook; COMPLETE) this is really funny to me and but it gets lowkey angsty. anyhow, Jungkook doesn’t like Jimin and well he’s straight.Or so he thinks. I LOVE DRINKING GAME FICS

I Bloomed For You… by Meanie_Beanie_nim (Mature; 200k; Taekook, Yoonmin, Namjin; COMPLETE) IM ONLY 6 CHAPTERS IN AND IM IN LOVE. Yo but like this is a soulmate au it includes the disease hanahaki so its a lowkey gore type of fic? like in the sense that its gonna be graphic in some parts. i dunno i like my angst hardcore so like im chill with this. Shy, socially awkward Jeon Jungkook meets Jung Hoseok who extends him to his group of frineds and well, he meets Kim Taehyung. Oh and his aunt had died of Hanahaki disease,which is a rare occurrence. OKAY IT’LL GET ANGSTY BUT IM LIVING FOR THESE CUTE FUNNY MOMENTS

Nanny by Nochucomethru (Mature; 13k; Jikook; COMPLETE) THIS WAS SO CUTE LIKE IM WRITING A TAEHYUNG SINGLE DAD FIC CURRENTLY MK THIS STARTED THAT. Anyways, Tattoo artist Jungkook needs a job and Park Jimin, single daddo, needs a nanny. ;)

You’re My Genie, Lamborghini (You’re My Teeny Weeny Meenie) by mindheist (Explicit; 7k; Jikook; COMPLETE) YOOOOOOOOOOOO IM LIVING FOR THIS ONE MAN UGH I FINISHED IT LAST WEEK AND UGHHHHH. Park Jimin, training vlogger and dancing cover guy Jeon Jungkook meet through twitter and then Jungkook bruised his tailbone. WeLL. READ TO FIND OUT MORE.

The Room of Unrequited Love by dyegu (Teen; 15k, Jikook and Yoonseok; INCOMPLETE) did i ever mention how much i hp aus bc i do. seriously tho i want to see where this goes, the author hasnt updated in two months but its really good and worth the await. JIMIN IS A PREFECT AND CATCHES jUNGKOOK AND YOONGI AT NIGHT LOOKING FOR THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT. AND LIKE JIMIN SEEMINGLY WANTS TO BEFRIEND JK BUT LIKE HES NOT COOPERATING?? ITS CUTE I SWEAR.

the art of the plug by themelonlord (Explicit; 16k, Yoonmin; COMPLETE) This is pracitcally porn with feelings man. its really good smut though?? Y’all…. this is good. Jimin plugs himself and Yoongi finds out and oh sweet jesus its a ride (Pun intended.)

your body is a place to stay by jonghyunslisterine (Teen; 8k; Jikook; COMPLETE) I FUCKING FOUND IT. JESUS I DIDNT BOOKMARK IT AND LIKE OMFG THIS IS REALLY GOOD AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Jk isn’t liked by many of the mom’s bc his tattoos and they dont believe he can raise his daughter. He also meets Park Jimin in a bookstore and well, his daughter loves him too

somethin’ fishy by sweetlyblue (Explicit; 48k; Yoonseok, Taekook; COMPLETE) so i got into a merman thing early this school year and like i found this diamond in the rough and holy shit its so cute?? basically Hoseok lives at a beach and finds a visitor when he almost drowns. super cute i wanted to die reading it.

Undressed by superrunnaturall (Explicit; 21k; Yoonseok, Vmin; COMPLETE) Dude this is so cute too like?? jesus i really liked the end because like…. guess you’ll have to read to find out ;))). but so like Jin sets Yoongi up with a date on a dating show i guess?? and well, they talk in their underwear and get to know eachother and wow. r e a d.

yoonseok au #1 by chinatea (Teen; 3k; Yoonseok; COMPLETE) This was just really beautifully written? i dont understand how it so cry worthy good but it is?? well so, i read this a while ago so here’s the summary from the author

: in which nomadic witch!hoseok and town witch!yoongi get married happily ever after. help. r e a d it pl e a se

In the Twilight Air by Trilluvium (Explicit; 39k; Yoonmin; COMPLETE)

okay so this is just smut. but its cute smut. Basically jimin and yoongi fuck bc they both virgins. and well. it goes on and tbfh it’s cute.

Riptide by peppermint_wind (Mature; 62k; Jikook, Yoonseok, Namjin; COMPLETE) SOFT s o f t. it does have homophobia though because it is canon divergence. well jk think he got feelos for jimin but so does jimin but things can get a bit out of hand…

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writings-andstuff · 7 years

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Coincidences Part II (Bucky x Reader)

You guys have waited way too long for this and for that I’m sorry. But here it is, so I won’t start it with my usual long-winded preamble.

Happy Reading!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern AU thingy)

Words: 5046 (yikes, that’s the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: The usual tiny bit of swearing

Excerpt: For a moment, you wonder how this became your life. Yesterday, you were just another girl worrying about everything except her lack of a love life. Now that’s all you can think about because you’re flirting with a complete stranger. How insanely insane is that? For all you know, he could be a forty-something year old dude with three ex-wives and a beer-belly that could carry triplets. Somehow, though, you don’t think that’s likely.

Series Tags: @melanie451 @sebstanwassup @colagirl5 @winenighthoe @lovemarvelousfics @gotnotfeature @sebastianst-n @alwayshave-faith @hollycornish @iggytheboywonder

Tags: @langinator @fairchild21

Your name: submit What is this?

New Message from Mr. Catarcs

3:42 a.m u up?

You blink your eyes blearily and shift in bed. The sheet is wrapped around your legs like sweaty vines, constricting your movement. You growl angrily and throw them off, sitting up and relishing in the cool air of your apartment. Despite the frigid cold outside, you somehow still manage to wake up sweating. Maybe you’re a mutant.

Glancing over at your phone, it dings again to impatiently let you know that you still haven’t opened the text that woke you up. Usually your phone is switched to silent because of your job at the diner. There are always so many phones going off that it’s almost impossible to tell which is which. It’s just easier having your phone on silent because then you’re never worried about whether your phone is ringing or if it’s someone else’s. It saves you a lot of unnecessary anxiety.

But ever since last night’s conversation with James, you decided that you wanted to hear your phone ring with a text. It’s the first time in your life that you don’t want to miss a text.

You pick up the offending piece technology and swipe it open. Sure enough, the text is from James and you grin despite the fact that this message is the same one that woke you at—you squint at your alarm clock—3:49 a.m.

Deciding you are both thirsty and in need of some time in the open air of your apartment and not under the suffocating sheets, you get up and stretch. The floors are cold as you pad to the kitchen and fill a glass with water, shooting a text back to James.

3:51 a.m I am now

You wait for an answer while downing your glass of water and putting the empty glass in the sink again. Maybe he fell back asleep when you didn’t answer right away.

For a moment, you wonder how this became your life. Yesterday, you were just another girl worrying about everything except her lack of a love life. Now that’s all you can think about because you’re flirting with a complete stranger. How insanely insane is that? For all you know, he could be a forty-something year old dude with three ex-wives and a beer-belly that could carry triplets. Somehow, though, you don’t think that’s likely.

You have no proof of this, and absolutely no reason to believe he isn’t a creep except for a gut feeling. You resolve to ask his age whenever he decides to answer you.

You think about that. He could lie to you and tell you that he’s 20 when he’s really a lot older than that. The only way you’d truly know is if you meet him in person.

Suddenly you’re a little dizzy. This is just way too much to worry about at four a.m. You decide to just talk to him. You genuinely like his personality, and you don’t have to worry about all that other stuff until you actually meet him. If you actually meet him. That’s a big, neon-colored, flashing sign in the middle of absolute nowhere if.

Your phone dings and you look over from where you’re clutching the counter. You don’t notice how hard you were gripping the counter until you pull your palms away and it stings, lines etching themselves across your palm.

4:03 a.m srry didnt mean to wake u

Before you can even formulate a response, he’s texting you again. A double text. Gasp.

4:04 a.m just couldnt sleep. i was wondring if u wanted to talk

You tilt your head at your screen. He’s up in the middle of the night, and the first thing he does is text you? Why? Does he not have other people he can talk to? A stupid part of you, the same part that wants to meet him in person, thinks that maybe it’s because he wants to talk to you.

Maybe he does. Probably not. It’s too much to hope for. All his other friends are probably asleep. Regardless, not answering is not an option. Well, it is, but it’s not one you’re likely to explore, not when your chest has those freaky bubbles in it and your stomach is doing that stupid flippy-thingy. Nope. This, you decide, feels like High School when a cute boy texted you first and the instinct to giggle shot up to level 12.

4:06 a.m alright. what about?

Capitals, Y/N. What the hell happened to capitals?

You take your phone and pad back into your room, perching yourself up against the headboard with your knees drawn up to your chest and your phone in your hands as you wait for a response. Worrying your bottom lip, your mind drifts to work. You’ll have to get up in about three hours to be at work on time. Man, you’re going to be tired.

It’s then that your phone dings. You decide then that talking to him makes it worth the fatigue.

4:11 a.m twenty questions?

4:11 a.m Fine, but since you woke me up you have to go first.

The three dots that mean he’s typing pop up three different times before the response finally comes through.

4:15 a.m whatd u go to school 4?

You laugh.

4:15 a.m getting down to the nitty gritty personal stuff I see

You think for a moment. Telling him what you do isn’t divulging too much about yourself, so you decide it’s okay.

4:16 a.m lol yup thats me. i want the deep personal stuff. might just ask what ur fav color is nxt

4:16 a.m 1. editing; 2. sorry, that’s sacred info

4:17 a.m 1 ah i understand y ur a grammar nazi now…2 obviously

Thinking for a moment, you decide that favorites are just too cliche. Any conversation anyone has with some new friend ends in questions that start with “What’s your favorite…” You really want to know how old he is, but you figure you need an ice breaker before you get to the actual nitty gritty.

First, though, you must take the bait to piss him off:

4:19 a.m What would you have done if I hadn’t gone to college?

With a yawn, you lie back down and curl on your side, sitting your phone on the nightstand in front of you with your eyes glued to it. Once you realize that staring at it isn’t going to make him type faster, you turn over.

You’re totally not too eager. There’s no—

Ding!

You flip over so fast that you rip the sheet from the other side of the bed and end up with half of it between your stomach and the bed. It pulls from the bottom corner of the bed and is slightly uncomfortable, but you don’t care.

4:22 a.m high school?

4:23 a.m I didn’t go to high school FOR anything

You’re not sure if the use of caps-lock is weird, but you send it off anyways, deciding that emphasis on that one word is crucial to your meaning. He replies within seconds.

4:23 a.m i mean dunno bout u but i went to learn

You laugh, probably louder than is necessary.

4:24 a.m Touche. What’d you go to school for?

4:26 a.m repeating questions isnt alowed

Frowning, you wonder if he actually didn’t go to college. Should you push it? Maybe you should just change the question. There’s a part of you, the curious part that wanted to be a reporter when you were young, that really wants to know.

There isn’t too much time for you to think all of that before he’s texting you again. Usually, you’re the one to mercilessly double-text. James, it would seem, has you beat in this department. Also, you didn’t want to double-text a complete stranger.

Before you even look at the text, it hits you again: this is a complete stranger. The thought of not answering enters your mind again, but you push it down. No harm in just talking if neither of you meet, right? Right?

Right.

4:27 a.m i joined the military right out of HS

It’s a real Oh moment, and you find yourself staring at your screen as if it’s a real person. The military? What are you supposed to say to that? What’s the protocol for a text that you’re not sure how to answer? Should you just leave it alone? No; if you leave it alone then he’ll think he freaked you out. He hasn’t. Your brain is just short-circuiting on an answer.

Should you think him for his service? No. Not yet. You don’t want to call too much attention to it in case he doesn’t want to talk about it or he’s had bad experiences, but you’re still not sure how to respond. Have you taken too long already?

You summon up some courage and type out a message.

4:31 a.m Oh wow. Well, what would you have studied if you had gone?

You cringe, totally not meaning for that to sound like you were completely skipping over the issue altogether. James doesn’t seem to mind though, if his response is any indication.

4:32 a.m hmm history i think. ive always liked ww2 4 some reason

4:33 a.m well you’ve got AP european history girl right here. 1 of only 11 in the whole senior class to take it.

4:34 a.m well, smartypants i get 2 q’s bc u asked 2

You feel that you handled that effectively, and you were already beginning to formulate a plan in your head while he thought about his questions.

See, you know next to nothing about the military or what it’s all about except that it is for valiant people who want to serve their country. You can respect that, but you want—nay, need—to learn more. Convincing yourself that it’s purely for research purposes and not for anything else.

Regardless, you need to know more. It’s probably better to get it from someone who has been through it rather than from some cold, impersonal online source. And besides, you just so happen to know someone who was in the military. Someone who, in fact, lost a limb in the line of duty: Bucky Barnes.

As far as you know, Bucky lost his left arm in the military. You’d asked him before how he lost it and he hadn’t answered you, opting instead to change the subject to Steve and his new (at the time) art studio. It had been suspicious, but you understand that it must not be easy to speak about something like that.

You’ll have to go talk to Steve tomorrow morning to get Bucky’s number, but you think that maybe you’ll treat him to lunch in exchange for him giving you some details about the whole military thing. At the company, you get an hour off for lunch, which is just enough time to go out, interrogate a friend (respectfully, of course), and head back before the hour is up.

The plan was formed and you had your head already set on it. By the time James’ reply comes in, you’ve tuckered yourself out thinking that whole plan out. It is really late—er, early—after all.

4:41 a.m 1 how was ur day 2 how r u likely to spend a friday night

4:43 a.m I feel like I’m taking a Buzzfeed quiz

You yawn again and type out your answers.

4:44 a.m my day’s just begun. it’s four a.m. And probably reading or something

You put your phone down, thinking that you’ll just leave it there and wait for his reply, but you end up turning over and falling asleep.

In the morning, you turn your phone on silent again while you get ready for work, playing some music while you apply some light make-up.

It turned out that James hadn’t answered you anyway, so you would have been up waiting for a text that wasn’t going to come. Good thing you passed out.

Glancing at the clock, you notice that it’s 7:02 a.m and that Steve should be up. You don’t have to be at work until 8 and it’s not a long bus ride to get to work so you figure you can spare half an hour to haggle your best friend into giving up Bucky’s phone number. You wonder why you haven’t thought to get it sooner, figuring that you just never needed it.

You and Bucky only ever hung out with Steve or the rest of the gang. He was a friend of yours, but the two of you had never been too close in the two years of knowing each other. That said, you had heard a lot about each other even before meeting from Steve, and Bucky had expressed in the past how annoying he found it when Steve was constantly mentioning you in casual conversation.

It was the same with Bucky for you. Steve had been talking about his best friend Bucky ever since you had met him. It was in that way that you and Bucky had gotten to know each other sort of inadvertently.

Heading out the door and across the hall, you knock on Steve’s door lightly a few times. He’s a light sleeper anyways, and you don’t want to wake the whole hall with loud knocking. You only opt for knocking this time in case he’s not decent or something. Otherwise, you would have used your key.

Sure enough, Steve answers the door within a few minutes, clad in flannel pajama pants, a white V-neck, and holding a steaming cup of coffee. It smells amazing, and you realize then that in your rush you’d forgotten to make yourself some.

“Got another one of those and half an hour?”

Steve raises an eyebrow but steps aside to let you in. He’s a morning person, so you were sure on your way over here that you wouldn’t receive any resistance.

“What do you need?” he asks you, pouring you a cup of coffee not unlike how he’d done it the night before. He pours in a generous amount of milk and some sugar before stirring it and handing it to you, just the way you like it.

Blow, sip—“Mm,” you hum. “I need Bucky’s phone number.” You say it as nonchalantly as you can manage so as not to raise any flags to Steve, but by his surprised expression you can tell that you’ve raised them all.

“Bucky? Why?”

You shrug like it’s no big deal. “He has some info that I need.” It sounds so covert and cheesy that you almost giggle, but you manage to keep your composure while sipping your coffee again.

Steve tilts his head to the side almost imperceptibly, leaning his back against the counter across from you as you sit at a stool by his island. Said island juts out from a wall to half-enclose the kitchen area like a wrap-around ‘J’ with the island as the tail.

After a few moments of silence, it becomes clear that Steve is waiting for you to elaborate, and when you don’t indulge, he sighs, setting his cup down and crossing his arms.

“Okay, but don’t call him now,” Steve says, already ruffling in a drawer for a pen and paper. “He—he has trouble sleeping, and he needs as much of it as he can get before he has to work. And he’s taking Friday off so he has to log in more hours to make up the difference.” Steve hands you a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it.

“Got it,” you said, taking the paper and sticking it in your bag. “Thanks, Steve.”

“Yeah,” he smiles at you. “No problem.”

You stand and head to the door, plan in motion and feeling good about it. Then you remember something and turn as you’re walking toward the door.

“Steve?”

He lifts his head from where he’s still standing in the kitchen sipping his coffee. You realize you’ve left yours there, but decide that it’s okay. You’ll survive. Somehow.

“Yeah?”

“Mom is bringing over pasta around two, but I won’t be home,” you can already see his eyes lighting up. “I told her to make extra and that you should be back by then. Can you—”

“—keep it here until you get home?” He knows you so well, it’s scary. “Yeah, but don’t expect me not to try some of it first.”

You fix him with a warning finger. “I’ll be over at seven and I will expect there to be enough for dinner and lunch tomorrow.”

He holds his hands up. “Hey, we all know my metabolism requires a lot of calories per day, and two is just in time for a late lunch.”

“Steve,” you warn.

“Alright,” he laughs. “I’ll leave some of your mother’s pasta for you for dinner.”

“That’s all I ask.”

You walk back over, kiss his cheek, take one more sip of your coffee, and then leave.

You tap your foot on the ground impatiently as you wait at your desk for the clock to turn from 11:29 to 11:30 so you can head for a bathroom break to call Bucky and find out if he’s busy for lunch.

James hadn’t texted you all day, but you figure that’s okay. He doesn’t always have to text you. He has a life. You push him mostly out of your head, or you try to. You fail miserably.

He’s the reason you’re meeting with Bucky anyways. As much as you don’t want to admit it, that’s the truth. Of course, you can’t tell Bucky that. You’ll just sound stupid. And then Bucky will tell Steve and Steve will have some sort of “talking to strangers is bad” intervention with you. You definitely don’t want to endure that.

11:30 hits and it’s officially been half an hour since your actual bathroom break. You don’t want to call attention to yourself in the office that you share with a whole bunch of other people in too-tightly-packed cubicles. You grab the slip of paper Steve had given you and head to the elevator.

By the time you make it to the downstairs bathroom, you realize that you forgot your phone upstairs on your desk. Great. Now what are you going to do? If you go back up to get it, you’ll look suspicious. Of course, you shouldn’t really care what your coworkers think of you, but you do. Everybody says they don’t care about peer acceptance but most actually do.

It’s human nature.

You sigh angrily and look around. The lobby is all marble floors and a little shop where they sell overpriced snacks and drinks. There’s a desk to the left of the elevator bank with one woman sitting in a black wheelie chair making and taking phone calls.

Can you just ask her to borrow one of her phones? There’s an empty seat next to her. Maybe you can explain your situation and just ask this woman if you can borrow the phone.

The only thing is that you don’t know this woman. Your supers rented the office space with the endless rows of cubicles from the people who owned the building. This woman obviously works for the building management, and not for anyone you know.

You decide it’s better that she doesn’t know you. It’s less personal. You can call Bucky, discuss details, and be done with it.

You sidle over and lean on the high desk. Its polished marble top is so high that you have to lean over it a little to see the woman. She’s plump, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a squished face. She looks the opposite of friendly. She’s wearing a black headset that you realize is some sort of Bluetooth.

You wait until she is done speaking to talk to her.

“Um, hello?”

She doesn’t look at you for a moment, reaching up instinctively as if she thinks you’re in her headset before she realizes she’s speaking to a real person. She eyes you.

“What?”

You were right to guess she wasn’t very friendly.

“I was wondering if I could borrow your phone,” you say kindly. “I have to call someone and I accidentally left my phone upstairs.”

She looks bored and eyes you for another second before looking back at her computer screen. “Just go up and get it.”

“It’s urgent,” you lie. Man, this is going to be awkward after you make the call right in front of her and she finds out its personal.

She eyes you again. “You have five minutes.”

You smile at her. “I’ll only need three.”

You wait as she plops one of the black phones on top of the counter, and it’s so high that you have to go up on your tiptoes to see the number pad.

“Type extension 382 first, then the number.”

With that, she gets back to her work and you pull the phone from the receiver. You flatten the paper on the desk and do as she instructed.

You wonder if he’ll even pick up. This will be an unknown number to him, and you know that if it were you, you wouldn’t answer.

It rings three times before a familiar, gruff voice answers.

“Hello?”

“Bucky? It’s Y/N.”

He sounds surprised. “Y/N?” There’s a pause, a honking noise, and then he sounds as if he’s realized something. “Steve gave you my number.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I had to call you from a work phone, though.”

You catch the woman looking up at you briefly and can tell she’s annoyed that this is a personal call. You’re sure this call needs to be as short as you can possibly make it or else you’re afraid she’ll just cut it herself.

“Oh.”

“Listen, are you busy for lunch in, like, half an hour?”

Bucky thinks for a moment on the other line and the lady looks at you again, her gaze becoming more venomous. You’re pretty sure that once she looks at you a third time she’s going to end your call for you.

Just as you’re about to scold him for an answer, Bucky speaks up.

“Yeah, I’m—”

You feel bad, but you have to cut him off.

“Okay, great. Meet me at the Deli down the street from Steve’s studio at 12 sharp. My treat.”

Bucky chuckled on the other end. “Your treat? What do you need from me?”

You smile despite the situation. “Just your brain.”

“Sure you don’t want Banner or Stark for that one?”

“I’m sure,” the woman was giving you her last angry glare. You had to go. “See you then, Buck.”

“Looking forward to having my brain probed. Bye, Y/N.”

You hang up, thank the lady, and make your way back upstairs as fast as you can. 12:00 can’t come quick enough.

Bucky wonders what you want to talk to him about as he drives a company truck to the deli and parallel parks a couple blocks down. The flatbed of the truck is filled with mismatched pieces of junk, from broken computers to the plastic from the top of a printer. It’s all stuff that can be broken down and reprocessed at a plant.

The city is taking down an old building and putting a new office building up in its place. It’s Bucky’s job as the assistant to take all the not-so-useless junk and dispose of it somewhere where it can be reused.

He doesn’t have to be at the plant until two, and he finished loading everything up early, so he has about two hours or so to spare.

Walking into the Deli, he’s hit with a wave of merciful heat and he immediately pulls his coat off. The deli is small with few patrons a small line for take-out. One woman is sipping an iced coffee through a straw while she types madly on a computer. Two men are sitting at a table wearing yellow vests and eating huge subs. Bucky wonders if he would have ended up as one of them, working for the DPW if he hadn’t begun working with the demolition company.

It takes him barely a moment of looking around to find Y/N sitting in a corner flanked by two windows with an empty seat across from her. There’s a wrapped sandwich and a water sitting on the table in front of the other seat.

She’s smoothing out the wrapper of her own sandwich as if the creases in the paper wrapping are offending and should not be allowed to exist.

“Hey,” he says, walking over and taking a seat in front of her.

She looks up at him and smiles. “Hey,” she shoots back, and then nods to the sandwich. “Got you a BLT.”

Bucky’s suspicions are steadily growing. He pulls the paper from around the sandwich and lays it on the table as Y/N had done, though he couldn’t care less about the creases. He looks between the sandwich and the girl, eyeing both with the suspicion of someone who thinks he’s being played.

“What’s this about?” he asks.

She swallows and puts her sandwich down, looking like she’s about to ask him a ground-breaking, life-changing question. Her eyes quickly flick over to his arm and he’s suddenly very sure he knows what this is about.

But that’s strange. Yesterday—or really early this morning—he was talking to Y/M/N about him having been in the military. Now Y/N is eyeing his arm like she really wants to ask what happened but she doesn’t want to sound impolite.

Then there’s the fact that they’re both editors. That’s weird. And how Y/N reminds him of Y/M/N.

He’s an apopheniac, he has to be. He’s seeing coincidences where there really aren’t any. It’s his brain playing tricks on him. In truth, maybe he just wants this strange girl to be Y/N. Though, probably not. Then again, maybe this whole time he thought he was jealous of Y/N for being so close to Steve, he was really jealous of Steve for being so close to Y/N.

That thought derails him so fast that he doesn’t hear it when Y/N actually asks her question.

She lets out a breath as if it’s a load-off to finally ask him, and he’s struck with the realization that if he says he didn’t hear her, she probably won’t take it well. He waits for her to say something else, but when she doesn’t he takes a leap of faith based on her glance at his arm.

“You want to know how I lost my arm,” he says, rather than asks. If her expression of shock and discomfort is any indication, he’s screwed up.

Big time.

Shit.

“I mean,” she straightens in her chair. “I guess—it’s sorta part of it? Yeah.”

She sounds so lost and he feels so bad.

He still has no idea what her original question was though. ‘Part of it.’ His thoughts drift back to his earlier conversation with the girl he’s been talking to over text. The military. Could that be what Y/N wants to know about?

No, it’s just too weird. There’s no way. But he has to know.

“The military? You want to know about the military?”

She nods, looking slightly guilty. “Yeah,” he tries not to let his breath of relief show, “I—uh, fact-checking. I’m fact-checking an article.”

Bucky nods slowly, sandwich forgotten. She’s a terribly liar. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Sitting back as if she’s been punched in the gut, she blinks once, twice, three times—“I’m not lying.”

“Your body language gives you away.”

“Is that something you learned in the military?”

Bucky chuckles. “That’s something I learned from a whole lot of spy movies. Seriously, why do you want to know?”

She takes a bite of her sandwich and speaks around it. Altogether, not the most sexy, but that’s okay.

“Research,” she says slowly.

Bucky creases his eyebrows. “For?”

“For a project?”

“If you’re going to lie, at least lie with conviction,” Bucky says. “One of these days, I’m going to teach you how to lie the right way.”

Laughing, she pulls her chair in a little more and sits forward. The picture of seriousness, she says, “Alright, if I tell you, you need to promise me you won’t tell Steve.” She sounds reluctant to tell him at all. This must not have been her plan.

Bucky draws a cross over his heart with his index finger. “Cross my heart or hope to die.”

She shakes her head. “Gotta be stronger than that. You have to pinkie promise.”

He gasps dramatically. “Not a pinkie promise. This must really be serious.”

Reaching over, she swats his arm. “Buck, I’m serious.”

“Okay, okay,” he surrenders, holding up his pinkie. She links hers with his and he’s momentarily struck by how soft her skin is. Then it’s over. “Tell me.”

She steels herself, he can see it. Jeez, it must really be something serious or she wouldn’t be swearing him to secrecy using childish, yet efficient tactics. It strikes him that she tells Steve everything, same as him, so for her to say she doesn’t want him to know must mean it’s not necessarily something good.

He lets himself think for a moment that she might be about to confess that she’s the mystery girl he’s been texting. It’s much more likely, though, that she’s about to tell him she’s got feelings for Steve or something.

Steeling himself as well, he waits as she takes a deep breath.

“I may or may not—”

“You may,” he corrects. She glares at him.

“—have answered a text from a guy who was trying to text someone else—”

This is where Bucky stops listening and his internal monologue becomes one word:

Fuck.

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