Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it!
Soulmate AUs involving measurement
[ Time // Countdown ]
Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s
not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re
freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the
moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s
like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds
to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my
laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your
soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon
because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown
of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both
will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you
get to live longer.
Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you
accidentally break yours or vice versa.
Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks
their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that
isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and
want to defy the system.
Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone
else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to
yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already
at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t
religiously check your clock either.
Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is
where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for
example 3:46:31 MDT).
I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.
[ Distance ]
Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors
[ Eyes ]
Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you
meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people
can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to
give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to
see color again.
Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other
colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other
colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays.
If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
You can see colors but realize that recently, with each
passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re
panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your
soulmate is okay.
You can see colors and your world turns black and white but
it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other
factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but
you don’t know that.
You will be able to see the world in full color once you
meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color
of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for
example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate
sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And
you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because
your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is
and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both
Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once
they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them
your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with
[ Hair ]
If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as
well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because
you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job
interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just
took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color
of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your
soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on
your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can
think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can
be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other
If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into
that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by
the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your
nails have changed colors.
If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that
color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like
this shade in your eyes.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of
[ Tattoos ]
You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist
about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as
opposed to the countdown AUs).
Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever
tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind
of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that
sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s
getting harder to concentrate on your work.
You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone
dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s
removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you
know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you
didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
Your tattoo is only half
complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full
heart on your skin.
You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end
with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the
phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you
probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you
about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at
random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow
there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you
don’t know what to do.
Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the
first letter of your soulmate’s name.
Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.
[ Scars ]
The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.
[ Others ]
Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too
so one day, you just kind of just get a
sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh,
and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too
(no actual injury but you
feel the same amount of pain)
so now you’re in the
hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation
There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s
about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed
me in that back alley?
Where you’re reborn with the
memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet
each other again in this lifetime.
You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read
through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently,
you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class).
Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different
clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an
artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on
reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past
life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your
soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer,
the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year,
your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way
your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the
gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of
betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the
hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams
Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the
distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually
relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the
past or in the present anymore.
If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see
the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world
through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the
contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective
surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they
You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream
together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two
meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you
two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your
best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your
soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t
shoot fast enough
then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate
could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your
separate homes/shared bed.
Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each
other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you
know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your
eyes and retire for the night.
✖ Other Soulmate AUs
You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your
soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test
On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you
can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut
fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which
shoulders half your mark for the semester.
You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the
ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot
other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s
wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help
them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love
even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other
so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your
best friend is your soulmate.
How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.
So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’
I hope you guys like it though
and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.
++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more
“I’ve been sitting here for three hours trying to figure out what to do. I need to make a sale. Rent is due in a week and I don’t have the money. I’m already starting to miss payments on a loan I took out recently. I made two cold calls today and both of them went like shit. I’d never do anything bad to get money, but who knows. I’m beginning to dread going home. My kids are small and want …to be with me all the time, but I’m so stressed that I have no patience. I’ve been losing my temper easily. We were at my brother-in-law’s house this weekend, and he’s doing much better than I am. His kids have a bunch of toys. My son kept begging me to buy the same stupid little toy truck that his cousin had. And I yelled at him to forget it. I only had enough money in my pocket to get us home.”
5. I totally felt a Natural Connection™️ with Tarjei AND Henrik when I got to meet them
6. Trying to be straight™️? ME
7. I can cry. I mean, CRY cry. Ugly cry (but still look good)
8. Do you see that picture of me and my boy squad in front of a castle? Yeah. #boysquad
9. I’ve acted in almost a dozen plays, both through school and independently, as well as three short films, so I know what I’m doing, but am definitely an unknown.
10. Sitting on a bench? Sign me up
BONUS: I would do anything to play Isak Valtersen. Julie and Tarjei were able to expertly craft this phenomenal character that helped me grow as a person more than I ever thought a fictional character could. When I watch Skam, I see so much of myself in Isak. I took the exact same Gay Test as him. I laid awake for hours wondering if boys I liked, liked me back. I awkwardly came out to my friends when they heard it from other people first. I dated girls to prove to myself and people around me that I was straight. My first gay kiss was ripped right from a movie, only I was laying down like Sleeping Beauty and he got down on one knee and kissed me. I understand Isak because I am Isak. I’m the scared, lonely, angry closeted kid who makes other people guess who I like because it’s easier than telling them myself. I know US Skam won’t be able to replicate Julie and Tarjei’s Isak, because it never could. Nothing and nobody ever could. I don’t know if US Skam will be good; some remakes (The Office, Shameless) are amazing, others (Skins) are terrible. I hope US Skam is good, because I hope other people get to have characters they connect with the way I connect with Isak. I want to play Isak (or Isaac?) because I want to do for somewhat else what Tarjei did for me. I will always be grateful to him. I will never be able to thank him and Julie enough for Isak Valtersen.
If anybody important ever sees this and wants to give me a chance, I’ll be eternally grateful to you as well. :)
note: I kind of decided to start this out of the blue. There are days when I want to write, but I don’t necessarily know what, so that’s why I’m starting this. They won’t be everyday or on a schedule, just purely to test out different aus and such. But yeah, hope you guys enjoy! ♡
It had been exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes of torturous silence.
The only sound that managed to break through was the low hum of the car engine as the landscape turned into miles and miles of endless trees lining both sides of the road. Not even the radio was playing in an attempt to stunt the pained thoughts that you couldn’t seem to stop from cycling through your mind.
One more day. That’s it. That’s all you have left together.
Jake was a romantic at heart and a huge fan of old b+w movies, and he and Clarke went to the old local movie theatre every Sunday to watch them. So when Jake dies, Clarke carries on the Sunday tradition alone…til, one Sunday, she meets Lexa.
The funeral was at 1pm.
At six-thirty, with no will left for the rest of the people that crowded in her house, the only daughter left the wake without a single word. Wondered straight out off of the porch with no real thought at all, not even missed by anyone in particular.
request: Can you do a Bucky x Female reader where they are training together(he’s teaching her how to do the widow move) and she is readily distracted by his arm, and he realizes that, so, he keeps on teasing her with it and then they finally fuck?
word count: 3400 (i’m out of control)
warnings: smut, giving bucky a blowjob, bucky fucking you with his metal fingers), bucky talking dirty to you in russian, pet names eg: babydoll and babygirl, dirty thoughts, spanking, calling bucky sarge and sergeant
a/n: changed the request a little bit, hope you like it. also this took me three hours to write so show me some love! all russian is from google translate so if wrong in any way, it’s not my fault!
Art is to be looked at, to be admired never to be touched and it is that fact that adds to the severity of the situation you always seemed to find yourself in. Just one look could make your pulse rise and make you clench your thighs together involuntarily. Bucky Barnes wasn’t just art you longed to touch but he was art that you craved between your legs whilst soft moans fell from your warm and swollen lips. Bucky Barnes was the reason you woke up panting, sweating and slick on your thighs and wetness on the bed sheets.
In summary, Bucky knows how to make you weak at your knees and you secretly love it above all else. Bucky loves the control, to know your writhing and panting is because of him and for him. You’re all that he desires but Bucky is a man who likes the thrill of the chase, he loves to tease you. He adores the small pout that breaks out on your face at his actions or when a moan slips from your lips (the only sound in the world he cares about).
That day is no like no other, Bucky daily teasing continued and you had to excuse yourself to your room to have some alone time. After the third time sneaking into your room and partaking in some much-needed release you headed down to the gym knowing full well Bucky and Steve would be there. You were hoping that you would finally get what you had desired ever since you had first laid eyes on the man of your dreams.
You were a woman on a mission and nothing would stand in your way.
The moment your eyes locked on his form, you couldn’t look away. You had always been right: Bucky was a piece of art but as you gazed on him that day you couldn’t help but think he was a masterpiece. His long hair was pulled back into a low man bun, his face glimmering and glistening (it may have been sweat but he looked radiant) and his shirt so tight it was clinging to him. You could see the outline of his toned muscles beneath his shirt and it took your breath away, he looked absolutely wrecked already just the way you hoped to look once you and Bucky both got what you wanted.
Bucky and Steve didn’t notice you too busy sparring with each other so you leaned against the wall your eyes never once leaving Bucky’s form, he was truly glorious. You found yourself biting your lip as you watched him or more accurately his metal arm, in all your fantasies his metal arm was front and centre bringing you the pleasure you deserve.
You could hear and see the whirling of the plates as Bucky lunged forward and attacked Steve, your heart rate quickened as your eyes focused solely on his metal arm.Images you had dreamt and thought of came back to life as Bucky flexed his metal arm, in that moment you could imagine riding his thick metal fingers as your tongues melded together in a scorching kiss that took all air from your lungs. In your head Bucky’s eyes were locked on yours as you bucked your hips against the cool touch of fingers inside of you, he looked at you his gaze predatory and growls emitting from his throat each time you moaned his name so softly he nearly blew his load.
Your thoughts weren’t for the light hearted but neither was what you planned on doing to Bucky and what he planned on doing to you.You were so lost in the wet dream leftovers swirling in your head to realise that Bucky and Steve had stopped sparring and were looking your way.
Steve had a look of concern that crossed his features but Bucky had the biggest grin plastered across his features.“Y/N, you okay?” Steve asked and you nodded but not before arching your eyebrow in confusion, why wouldn’t you be okay?
“Yeah, why?” You said once you took a few moments to keep your heart rate down and your breathing normal again.
Steve’s eyes went wide at your words whilst Bucky chuckled in the background behind his best friend, “It’s just that you were breathing pretty heavily a minute ago.” At Steve’s words, you felt heat rising to your cheeks but you wouldn’t let Bucky have the satisfaction of seeing you wrecked just yet. So, you just smiled politely at Steve ignoring Bucky’s presence.
“I just came from a run, still a little out of breath… I guess. I was looking for Sam to take him up on that date offer actually.” You said smiling widely at Steve yet again not bothering to look Bucky’s way, you already knew what the look of jealousy on his face looked like - you had seen it too many times to count.
“He’s in his bedroom.” Steve replied and the smile on your face grew even wider as you heard a small growl emit from Bucky’s throat, it was just as possessive and sexy as you had imagined and better.
“Thanks, Steve.” You said flashing him a sultry smile before leaving the room not once looking back at Bucky who was clenching his fist trying to contain both his anger and arousal. Bucky swore he heard a moan fall from your lips earlier on and he wanted nothing more than to make you moan like that again.
Bucky tried to control the feelings inside of him but when it came to you, self-control seemed impossible because every fibre of his body wanted to be with you. Every thought of every day was of you, whether it was the two of you fucking like wild animals or the two of you saying I love you every thought was of you.
So, Bucky stalked off his fists still clenched at his sides and his cock hardening in his shorts at the thought of what was about to happen. Bucky would be damned if he let you slip away on a date with Sam when he could be fucking you so hard you’d see stars.
He finds you in front of his door and not Sam’s, a teasing smirk dancing on your lips. “I was starting to think you’d wouldn’t go after me.” You said folding your arms across your chest pushing your breasts up and instantly Bucky’s eyes went down to your chest as he sucked in a breath.
“I couldn’t let you go on a date with Sam especially when I know how much you want me,” Bucky replied a smirk of his own taking its permanent place on his lips. He knew what game you were playing and he wanted to play it too.
You chuckled darkly as Bucky approached you opening the door to his room, “You’re the one opening the door to your bedroom, I think you want me too.” You said before stepping into his room as Bucky closed the door behind you.“
You’re all that I desire mалышка (babygirl).” Bucky said and the sound of him speaking in Russian made, even more, wetness pool at your legs, he sounded just as sinful as you had hoped.You swallowed thickly resisting the urge to tear off his clothes and mount him but then he had said his next words and you couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Did you like my little show in the gym? How about you put on a show for me and I’ll give you what you need. I’ll fuck you like you deserve, moya gryaznaya malen'kaya shlyukha (dirty little slut).”
That was all the confirmation you needed. “What do you want me to do?” You asked and Bucky chuckled as his hands ran down your sides till they reached the curve of your back, they dipped low to your ass and Bucky grabbed more than a handful of each cheek groaning in your ear.
“Call me sergeant and take your clothes off, slowly.” Bucky said and you nodded which earned a large smack to your ass with his flesh hand.
“Talk baby or you’ll get punished.” Bucky said and so you did as he said.
“Yes, Sergeant.” You replied and Bucky smirked loving already how you submitted to him, how you put your trust in him.You did as you were told, as you were commanded and you slowly removed your top leaving you in the red lace underwear you had worn especially for this moment. You were facing Bucky your eyes never leaving his as you removed your trousers leaving you in the matching panties and stockings. At the sight of you wearing nothing but red (his colour) lace, Bucky groaned his hand coming down to his shorts as he palmed himself through the thin material.
“Take it all off, babydoll. All of it.” Bucky demanded and you obeyed. You slowly undid the clasps of your bra letting it fall, the cold air hit your nipples causing the peaks to harden. Bucky had never seen such a glorious sight. Your panties were next and you took extra time with them, you turned to face the other way bending over to make sure Bucky got a good view before pulling your panties off.
When you were done, you turned to face him again an innocent look on your face as you batted your eyelashes.Bucky was furiously pumping his cock that he had freed from the confines of his short and only one question came to mind. “Can I suck your cock, please Sergeant?” You asked the deep groan that came from your Bucky was fucking delicious. You fell to your knees before he had even answered, you were crawling forward till you were situated between his legs your tongue running over your lips.
Bucky’s metal arm came up to your face resting on your cheek, you shivered at the frigid touch before leaning into it. His metal thumb ran over your lips as you parted them making Bucky groan, god he wanted to fuck you into an oblivion but first he wanted to see your mouth on his cock.
“Go ahead babygirl.” Bucky said and it took you nearly two seconds before you were leaning forward and running your tongue along his tip lapping up his precum. The moment your tongue touched his cock, Bucky was a goner a loud lewd moan fell from his lips as you did so. You smiled up at him as you heard the sound before your attention rested solely on his cock, your wet warm lips attached to the tip and Bucky found himself clenching at the sheets of his bed.
“Девочка Иисуса Христа, ты убьешь меня. (Jesus Christ babygirl you’re going to kill me).” Bucky spewed in Russian and the sound of it was so sinful you couldn’t help but bob your head and suck his cock with a thirst so strong it made Bucky groan and moan as he occasionally muttered dirty words in Russian.
You took it all, everything he gave you as his metal arm reached into your hair pulling you further onto his cock and allowing euphoria to slowly creep up on the man before you who was close to coming down your throat.You didn’t stop, you were ruthless and sucked Bucky so hard he knew it was only a matter of time before your lips were covered in his come (his wet dreams were close to becoming a reality).
“Fuck, you’re a dirty little slut, yeah? Only want to suck my cock, huh?” Bucky asked and the only noise he heard in response was a moan around his cock before you went back to giving him the best blow job of his life.
Bucky’s breathing became harsh as you put everything you had into sucking his cock, you lapped and licked at the precum steadily oozing out of his cock into the lead up of his high. You pumped his cock as you gave the head attention and slowly but all too quickly you felt Bucky getting closer and closer to the edge. Bucky’s much-needed push was when you started to lap at his balls and suddenly he was seeing white and before he knew it your mouth was back on his cock as his come cascaded into your mouth and onto your lips. The sounds he made as he did so were melodic, you needed to hear them again.
“Fuck!” Bucky exclaimed as he pulled his metal arm from your hair and took a few moments to collect himself.
“Get on the bed babygirl, gonna show you just what I can do with my metal arm.” Bucky commanded and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips at his words.
“Yes, Sarge.” You said before hauling yourself on his bed lying flat on the mattress patiently waiting for him to give you the pleasure you had only dreamed of.
Bucky all but crawled up you a predatory look on his face as both his hands pulled your legs apart. Although he hadn’t touched you anywhere near where you wanted him to you couldn’t help but arch your back at the feeling of him touching you for the first time. Bucky chuckled darkly at your actions, you looked up at him realising he was now as naked as you were and the excitement that bubbled in you couldn’t be resisted.
“On your knees.” Bucky commanded and for the umpteenth time that day you obeyed.You rose to your knees looking at Bucky curiously, what exactly did he have in mind.
All confusion and wonder were expelled however when he held two of his metal fingers to your face and said, “Get ‘em wet babygirl.” You smirked devilishly at the piece of art in front of you before guiding his two thick metal fingers in between your parted lips and sucking on them in the way you had sucked on his cock only seconds ago.
You kept eye contact with Bucky the whole time as you did exactly what he told you two. After nearly a minute of watching you suck his fingers Bucky felt him hardening again and so he removed his fingers from your mouth earning a whimper from you that was like music to his ears.“Lay down babygirl, gonna open you up and then I’m gonna give you what you want.” Bucky said and at his words, a silky moan tumbled from your lips.You did as you were told lying down in your previous position and in an instant, Bucky was in between your legs giving you one of the many things you craved his fingers in your puckered hole. He dipped one finger in slowly groaning at your wetness making your eyes roll back into your head before you felt another join his lone finger.
“So wet babygirl, you got yourself ready for me, da?” He said and you nodded and because you had discovered Bucky liked vocal confirmation his metal arm came down your pussy.
“Words babygirl, if I have to remind you again then we’re done here.” Bucky threatened and the thought of not being able to get what you wanted made you pout so, you were a good little girl and did as Bucky said.
“Yes, Sir I got myself ready for you. I knew you’d be big so I had to prepare myself.” You answered honestly and at your reply, Bucky groaned so loud it was the only sound you could hear.
The groan was the first warning of the storm to come because before you knew it he was plunging his fingers in and out of you at a speed only a super soldier like himself could keep up with. Your back arched like a cat against Bucky’s bed as he fucked you with his fingers. Then Bucky added a third finger and you had never been so full in your life, you found yourself bucking your hips up to match the sinful thrust of his fingers.
“God, Fuck Sergeant!” You moaned as Bucky continued his gruelling pace, you knew that soon you’d be a thriving panting mess in front of him.It didn’t take long not with the way Bucky was looking up at you his face full of hunger as your pussy swallowed his three fingers over and over. He, like you were at the gym was on a mission and you knew Bucky wouldn’t stop till you were coming all over his metal fingers. You imagined him sucking them dry and the thought paired with Bucky’s fingers hitting your g-spot were too much. Your legs began to quake and you practically thrashed around Bucky’s bed as you felt your climax nearing.
Before you could have the chance to revel in the high, Bucky pulled his fingers out making you whimper softly. You wanted it so bad, it hurt but then Bucky was pushing his cock into your entrance and suddenly nothing else mattered. The high you had been chasing previously had returned as Bucky didn’t wait to thrust into you for the first time all whilst he sucked clean his three fingers covered in the delicious taste of your slick. You could hear Bucky groan into his mouth at your taste before he said,
“You taste so fucking good babygirl.”And then he said, “Ты такая плотная детская кукла, дай мне все (God you’re so tight babydoll, give me everything).” Bucky said in Russian and even though you had no idea what he was saying, you still knew it was all of your dirtiest dreams come true.You screamed, your high was closer than ever and every time Bucky drove his cock fast and hard into you as he hit the spot that made you see stars.
He pinned your wrists down each one beside your head as he fucked you so hard his balls slapped against your skin. Bucky’s eyes were trained on your chest, he couldn’t help but dart his tongue out at the sight of your hardened nipples and before he could think he attached his warm lips to one. It was too much for any girl to handle, your orgasm was approaching faster than ever and as Bucky let his metal arm unclasp your wrist and slither between your bodies to your clit. You knew your time was up.
It was beautiful, the sight of you coming was better than anything Bucky had ever seen. Your moans were simply perfect and you looked positively wrecked and that fact made Bucky plough into even harder. He wanted it too. He wanted to be as fucking wrecked as you were so kept driving his cock as fast as he could into you going so deep that every time he thrusted into you, your tits bounced so wonderfully.
Bucky removed his lips from your nipples and moved them your own lips capturing you in a kiss that was as lustful and sinful as the act you were divulging in. Your hands now not pinned now came to his back where they scratched down his back in a mix of pain and pleasure that made Bucky growl and thrust harder into you. With your orgasm and how sensitive you were, you didn’t know if you could take anymore so your nails pressed down into Bucky’s back, he cried out in pleasure the sound swallowed by your lips on his.
It was everything he could have wanted and more and the just the feel of your nails against his back and your whimpering against his lips made reaching his orgasm easier than imagined.He came hard and fast groaning as he did, he pulled back his lips press sloppy kisses against the creases of your lips as you moaned softly.
The two of you laid motionless until Bucky spoke up, “The next time we do this it’s going to be after a date.”
You chuckled before replying, “Are you asking me on a date, Sarge?”
Bucky shook his head smirking up at you and said, “No, that was an order babygirl.”
Tucking my feet onto the pedals and riding by the sand with salt in my eyelashes reminds me brutally of last summer.
I wanted to ride through sand dune mountains with you. I wanted to wander around grocery aisles and walk through moonlit cities at night with you.
the day I arrived in the city I flew three hours to come see you in, you smiled at me funny and asked if I even wanted to ride a bike with you. I didn’t know how to find the words to tell you that I’d do anything you asked me to.
The summer followed us around for a week with the wind on our heels but time stood still. You showed me the corners of the city with its nooks and crannies and all I could think was that it was the perfect distance from reality. We took turns buying each other ice cream and I smeared chocolate across your cheek and Christ the love was there, even from the beginning.
There was a certain intimacy in riding to a grocery store in the evening, trailing from aisle to aisle looking for dinner for that night, talking about what we needed at home while eating candy made locally.
Home as in let’s ride home together and giggle over too much butter for the eggs. Home as in lets bring the ice cream with us before bed.
I don’t know when we became people without a chance at sand dunes. I don’t know when riding close behind you with love in my head became so far away, but i still know it was something I wanted to stay.
Now I ride between mountains of sand and I count clouds in my head and I think to myself, we will never see this together. Everything between us was always an adventure, even towards the end when things got messier. But I should’ve known we would never end calmly or slowly- we were always made of rocks and toothy smiles and passion that couldn’t take us far enough.
There was something doomed about us from the start. Something in the way we held our pride closer to our chests than our hearts.
the last time i did a ff was back in december when i hit 1k and here i am in april making my follow forever for 6.5k?! this is so so crazy and to celebrate that, i’d like to thank my mutuals who are listed down below! Give them a follow because i love all of them :)
(i was gonna do a ff for 5k but i put it off and then ka blam i have 6.5k) (this took me three hours) (again)
a prompt mayhaps: Viktor is a big-time lingerie designer and Yuuri is a model ;)
finally getting around to this one! s/o to everyone on discord who aided and abetted ;)
In retrospect, it really should have been more obvious. After all, the brand’s name was Secrets by V, for crying out loud.
But at the time of their first meeting, Yuuri had been nothing but nervous. It had been his first shoot as a History Maker – the industry nickname for the beautiful, sexy models of all genders who advertised Secrets by V’s ultra-luxe lingerie. The new campaign that season was fairytale and true love-themed, to better highlight the romantic details on the new Stammi Vicino line. Yuuri had rushed in late that morning, no thanks to the traffic, and then watched as two female models posed together in each other’s arms, clad in coordinated bra and panty sets with wings on their shoulders.
(He’s still not sure how he managed to join their ranks. He’s just too mild-mannered and plain – too Clark Kent, no Superman.)
“Are you looking for something?” someone asked, and Yuuri turned to see the most beautiful man looking at him curiously. His silver fringe was falling into one of his icy blue eyes and he was clad in a simple navy suit, clutching a tray of coffee.
“Y-Yeah!” Yuuri stammered. “I’m the new model? Yuuri Katsuki?”
The man hummed, consulted a clipboard, and nodded, pointing to a door to the side. “Go through there and they’ll get you ready for the shoot.”
Yuuri nodded, his throat feeling more and more like sandpaper the longer he stood there and watched this man scrutinise him. “Th-Thanks,” he said, feeling his face redden. “Are you – do you work here?”
The man raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“Are you in charge of this shoot?” wondered Yuuri.
The man laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m just watching.”
“So you’re an intern?”
The man’s eyes widened briefly, but he quickly recovered and nodded, laughing. “You could say that,” he said. “I’m Viktor.”
“Yuuri,” said Yuuri, and lost himself in the brilliance of Viktor’s smile as he shook his hand.
Donnie x ghost reader? She can walk through walls and she floats, nothing can
touch her, but she can touch others and pick up objects if she wants. She also
has a ghostly howl.
Aaaaaaaah that’s so cute!!
You didn’t know how it had happened, but
somehow, one morning you woke up and you weren’t the same. You couldn’t keep
your feet on the ground, and everyone seemed to walk through you. You thought, wished it was
some horrible dream. But it wasn’t. It was a nightmare you couldn’t wake up
The days stretched to weeks to months and
you found ways to pass the time, exploring the city of New York. You found
coffee shops tucked in the quaintest places, bookstores full of brand new
books. And you found in these places that you could interact with things.
Objects mostly. But if you tried hard enough, sometimes you could interact with
people. Some people, mostly animals and small children, could see you
regardless of if you were trying to be seen or not. And you had been told by a
little girl that you looked like an angel.
Nowadays, you were wandering the parts of
New York other people couldn’t dream of finding. Abandoned churches covered in
vines, old trees with initials carved in hearts, and now, a utopia underground.
It was amazing. Nothing you’d ever seen
before. There were gadgets and gizmos everywhere, and more pizza boxes than you
could ever dream to count. And one room, you found had quite the collection of
classic novels. So, seeing as no one was there, you grabbed one of them and
floated over the couch cross-legged and began to read.
It wasn’t for a few hours that you had
company, all of which could see you. You were oblivious, still so caught up in
the novel that you hadn’t noticed them come in.
“Ummm…” You looked up and met the eyes of a
green mutant something or another. Bright blue eyes and a confused expression. “What
are you, dudette?”
“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” You
answered. “I just kind of am.”
“Is that my book?” Asked the tallest of the
four. He was wearing a bright purple bandana and was covered in tech. He seemed
to scan you with his goggles.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just got bored, and I
can’t really interact with many things and so books are kind of-”
“N-no, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” He shook
“Why are you here?” The one in the blue
mask took a step forward and looked over you. “How did you find us?”
“When you spend a few months like this, you
find all sorts of places.”
“Fascinating…” the one with the purple mask
whispered as he examined his scans. “So you can interact with objects.”
“And you’re invisible to humans.”
“I’m invisible to everyone except animals
and small children.”
“Well, Mikey is both, so you’re covered.”
The big one in the red mask chuckled.
“Hey!” retorted the one you assumed was
“So, I’m sorry for barging in. I’ll just
“You don’t have to leave.” The one in the
blue mask said. “We uh, understand what it’s like to be alone.”
“So I can hang out here?”
“Yeah, bro!” Mikey said. “Wanna play Mario
“Do you really wanna get beat by a ghost?”
You laughed. The boys smiled as you flew off after Mikey.
“Hey.” You drifted into Donnie’s lab later
“Aah!” He jumped and dropped something made
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to spook you.”
“I-it’s all right. I was actually kind of
hoping you would come in here.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“So I could ask you a few questions.” He
motioned to you. “About…what you are. For science.”
“Sure!” You hovered closer to his desk.
“Okay, so…” he pulled out a notebook and
pushed his glasses up his snout. “When did this happen?”
“Two months ago.”
“How did it happen?”
“I just kind of woke up like this. There
was no body or anything, it wasn’t a car crash…I’m not exactly sure how I ended
up like this.”
“Like, I can’t walk. I’ve tried to ground
myself, but I can’t. All I can do is float. I can touch objects, but it has to
be very deliberate. Anything I interact could fall right through me. Even
holding a book for a few hours took a lot of practice.”
“Mmhmm…” He hummed as his paper scratched
across the paper. “Can you touch living things?”
“It’s kind of hard, but…” You held up your
hand and waited for Donnie to look up and notice what you were doing. He slowly
raised a large green three-fingered hand to meet yours. You focused all of your
being into your fingers and palm, and pressed it against his. He shivered.
“You’re so cold. And tingly.”
“You know that feeling you get when your
foot falls asleep? I think I’m made of that.”
“Casper?” He picked up your reference
“I haven’t seen that movie in a very long
time.” You sighed. “I’m still working on electronics…”
“We have it. I could pop it in for you if
“Only if you watch it with me.”
There was a pause.
“You’ve gotta take a break sometime, right?
I think there’s more to you than meets the eye, Donatello.”
“Call me Donnie.”
“All right, Donnie. What do you say then?”
He smiled and nodded gently.
Weeks later, you had found that when the
brothers weren’t out on patrol, you often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You
think it helped him to have company while he worked. And whether you were
talking to him or just floating in the corner of the room while reading his
books, he seemed to work better with you there than without.
You also nudged him to take care of himself
while he was busy, reminding him to drink water and take stretch breaks and get
to sleep at a reasonable time. In your short time here, you had helped him
function better than he ever had.
“How’re you doing today, Don?” You floated
in through the closed door and draped your ghostly arms around his shoulders.
He shuddered at the cold.
“G-great. How did you sleep?”
“I don’t.” you reminded him. He nodded.
“Oh right.” A small chuckle. “I keep
“Did finish Huckleberry
Finn though.” You set it on his desk. “Thanks for letting me
borrow it, by the way.”
“No problem.” He pointed to the back
corner, where he kept all of his books. “You can borrow anything you want.”
“Sweet thanks!” You floated back there and
rummaged through the shelf to find another book to read. The lair was so quiet
when the boys were asleep. It was the perfect time to get some reading done. “Ooh,
“So I have a question for you.”
“All right, shoot.” You floated back over
to him, book in hand. He stood up just as you were next to him and came very,
very close to stepping through you.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”
“You’re fine.” You looked up at him, the
closest you’d ever been to him. And with your half-foot of float, you were only
about half a foot from his face. God, he was tall. There were a few moments of
quiet before he caught his train of thought.
“So, are you sure you’re dead?”
“Well, I mean…I’m a ghost, so I
assumed I kind of must be.”
“I don’t think you are. I really don’t.”
Donnie sat back down and pulled up some diagrams on his computer. “I think you’re
trapped between two dimensions. Around the time of the Kraang invasion was when
this happened, right?”
“I think you got spliced with a blast of
interdimensional energy and it…it trapped you here and there simultaneously.”
“Okay.” You nodded, eyebrows drawing
together as you mulled over the things he was telling you. “So I’m not a ghost,
I’m just…whatever this is?”
“Yes, I think so.” He paused, looking at
you when he told you the next thing. The more important thing. Possibly the
most important thing he would ever tell you in the history of ever. “And I
think I can reverse it.”
“You know he’s in love with you, right?”
asked Mikey as you watched Donnie work from afar.
“What?” you blushed scarlet. “No, I don’t
“Nah, Mike’s right.” Raph nodded in
agreement. “All he ever does is think about you, work on a cure. He ain’t ever
done that before. He’s in love.”
“You can’t be serious. I’m just a ghost. I’m
not even real. Yet. I can’t even touch him…or hold him…”
“Maybe that’s why he’s working so hard.”
Mikey pointed out. You blushed even harder.
“You never know~” Mikey waggled his
eyebrows. You wanted to smack him.
The more you worked with Donnie, the more
you realized his brothers could be right about his feelings for you. You
started to notice little things here and there. Little smiles when he talked to
you, the change in the tone of his voice, little inside jokes that set him off.
And every day, you found yourself falling harder for the tall brainy turtle.
You knew it would be hard to love him, especially considering the fact that you
couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hug him, couldn’t kiss him without causing him to
get a chill. That’s what he got for falling in love with a ghost.
And so you haunted him for weeks that were
quickly turning into months, floating around his lab, making him coffee in the
early hours of the morning, and then pulling the blankets up around him at
night. You took care of him. You looked after him. And he thanked you for it
And then came the breakthrough.
He knew how to fix you. He knew how to
return you to normal. The construction of the machine only took a few days, and
then it was time.
“Okay, so when I turn it on, there’ll be a
jolt and then you’ll be normal again. Hopefully. If not, we’ll go back to the
drawing board and start over.”
“And what if it doesn’t work?” Leo asked.
Mikey and Raph were there too, waiting to see what would happen.
“It’ll work.” You said with certainty. “I
trust you.” Donnie’s heart raced.
“All right. Here goes.” His fingers shook
as he moved the controls and then, finally, one of his thick fingers pressed
You had the worst headache in the world,
you decided. How had you even gotten here? You had had the weirdest dream ever.
Four gigantic mutant turtles were living in a sewer, and…had you been a ghost?
Weird. Very weird.
You sat up in bed and looked around at your
apartment room. There were cobwebs everywhere and…was that snow
outside? Snow? In July? No.
This couldn’t be. You pulled your very dusty phone off of the charger and
looked at the date. December. No. Noooo. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t
possibly be right. Had you just skipped six months of your
life? Had you gone into a coma? No. You couldn’t have, could you?
And yet, the more you thought about your
strange dream, the less and less it seemed like a dream and the more and more
it began to feel…real. Too
real. You unlocked your phone only to find literally hundreds and hundreds of
texts and emails from friends and family. It was like you had just disappeared.
But you knew there was something in between. Some place underground. A lair.
And four turtle brothers. Leo, Raph, Mikey, and…Donnie.
How could you have forgotten Donnie? Donnie
and his wonderful collection of books. Donnie and his knowledge of all things
nerd. Donnie and the bo staff. Donnie and the gigantic crush you had harbored
Your fingers opened your phone and dialed a
number. A number you had memorized just in case. Just in case you could ever
use a phone again. You dialed it and waited and waited and waited as it rang.
Hoping, praying he would pick up.
“Please please please…”
“H-hello?” a choked up voice that sounded
so different now that you actually had ears.
A loud gasp. “(Y/N)?!”
“You disappeared. I thought…I th-thought
you were gone. Where are you?”
“I woke up at my apartment.” You told him
your address. And then you waited and waited for him to finally knock on your
bedroom window. You didn’t even wait for him to clamber inside, hugging him as
he crouched on the fire escape. “It worked! It really worked! Thank you.”
“D-don’t mention it.” His voice was soft.
Remnants of tears were still trailing down his scaly cheeks. You reached up to
wipe them away.
“Shhhhh….” You shushed him as he started to
cry again, pulling him back into you. “It’s okay. I’m here now. It’s all right.”
“I’m sorry. I just…lost you.”
“Let’s go back to the lair, all right? Get
some pizza to celebrate? I’ve never been this hungry in my entire life.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Donnie smiled and
nodded. He took your hand and helped you out the window. You followed him down
through the sewers to the lair. God, it looked so different in real life. So
big and bright and colorful.
“Honeys, I’m home!” You called into the
solemn lair. The moping turtles sprang up to meet you. Immediately, Mikey swept
you up in a bear hug.
“Dudette, you’re not dead!”
“No, I’m not.” You laughed.
“Glad to have you here. Like, really here.”
“Glad to be here.”
“So Don, now that yer girlfriend’s real,
there better not be too much PDA ‘round here.” Raph smirked.
“G-girlfriend?” Donnie’s voice squeaked. “No,
I don’t…we’re not…”
“Do you want to be?” your voice was quiet.
You didn’t realize how tall he was until now. You couldn’t just float up to his
eye level anymore. You just had to look up at his towering form.
“Well, then. It’s settled. Boyfriend.” You
grabbed the tails of his mask and gently tugged until he was stooping over low
enough to kiss you. His lips were soft and sweet and perfect. When
you pulled apart he rested his forehead against yours.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been
waiting to do that.”
You pecked the corner of his lips, causing
him to blush.
Anon- I havith a
requstith!! all righty so the reader, jared, and connor go with evan to get his
wisdom teeth out. so evan, being all loopy after the operation is in the car
with the other three on the way home and starts talking to the reader in the
backseat. so he’s like “hey *insert name here* you know my friend Connor?
yeah well I’m not supposed to tell you this but he likes my friend y/n”
and then everyone laughs and then like fluffy cute stuff (maybe a kiss) between
Connor and the reader? Thank
Callout to @anotherstellarconversation for helping me out, bless u <3 (and go check
them out please!!!!) Cries it’s been so long since this was sent, I’m sorry!! Regardless,
I hope you enjoy <3,
Words – 1730
Warnings – None (other than OOC characters)!
Evan just wanted to spend a day with his friends. He just
wanted to sit down, maybe watch some movies, and just hang out. Instead, he is
sitting in the back seat of Connor’s car, clinging onto Jared’s arm. The poor
boy is shaking in his seat, and continuously toying with his shirt. He would
occasionally run a hand through his hair, trying to get himself to calm down.
It didn’t work.
“Evan, if you don’t let go I am going to lose my fucking
arm.” Jared mumbled, shaking his arm.
“Wh-what? Am I really holding on that tightly?” Evan
spluttered, quickly letting go of Jared’s arm.
“Jared, let him cling, he deserves it.” You say, turning in
your seat to glare at Jared, who just rolled his eyes.
“Fine.” Jared said, holding out his arm. “Go nuts, Hansen.
Just… Try not to cause a blood clot, alright? I kind of need my arm.”
Evan grasps Jared’s arm, grasping it not as tightly. He
smiles at you and for moment, he seems a little less stressed. A little.
You turned your attention next to you, towards Connor. His
window was down, which allowed his hair to flow freely, and occasionally fall
in front of his face. His eyes were focused on the road, and his eyebrows would
furrow in concentration (or maybe in slight irritation). To say that he was
beautiful like this would be an understatement.
You fell for the boy hard.
Even if everyone thought you were smitten for Evan, that was far from the
truth. Sure, you might shamelessly flirt with the tree lover occasionally, but
it was all in good fun. Evan knew this, and he was okay with it. You were even
sure that Connor knew.
And now you sit here, watching his hair flow, and his eyes
reflecting the light of the sun.
“Hey, Y/N. Are you even paying attention?” A hand moved in
front of your face and snapped.
You turn your head towards to back of the car, and look at
Jared. “Sorry, what?”
Jared smirked and began snickering. “What? Were you staring
“What were you talking about, Jared?” You say, a bit
stricter. Its best if Connor didn’t realize you were staring.
Jared kept a smug grin, but dropped the subject. “Right…
What are we going to do after this? Should we stick Evan somewhere and see what
Evan froze up. “What- NO! No, please don’t do that.”
“What’s stopping us?” Jared said, his grin widening.
“I know where we could hide Evan if you really want to.” Connor added, glancing at the three of you.
You slap Connor’s shoulder. “Dude! Leave him alone! Besides,
I’m sure that your places suck and are obvious as hell.”
“I could show you after Evan’s appointment-“
“You are not p-putting me anywhere! I just want to get this
over with, please? And maybe we can all get ice cream or something?” Evan said,
rubbing his arm.
“Alright, fine… We’re here anyways.” Jared mumbles.
Connor parked the car, and the four of you get out. Evan
instantly grabbed you hand the moment you stepped next to him.
“Everything will be alright. We’ll be in the waiting room
when you get back.” You said, gently squeezing Evan’s hand.
You gently lead Evan into the doctor’s office, looking back
at the other two to make sure they were following.
Jared looked entertained, while Connor seemed agitated.
Maybe he was just tired.
While the three of you sat and waited, you rested your head
on Connor’s shoulder.
“If you weren’t so bony, you would be the best arm rest.”
You grumbled, poking Connor’s cheek.
He flinched slightly and looked over at you. “Why not lean
up against meme boy over there then?”
“Because he’s lame and won’t let me do that?”
Jared looked at you. “Who said I wouldn’t?”
“Oh hell no.”
It seemed like hours before the three of you could enter the
room that Evan was located. By that time, you fell asleep on Connor’s shoulder,
and clung to his arm.
Connor looked down at you. Your hair was pushed around, and
your mouth was slightly agape. He wasn’t sure if you were drooling on him or
not, but your gentle snores were adorable.
Jared looked over at the two of you, and carefully took out
his phone, taking a photo. “Wow, you are even more stalker like than L/N.”
Connor only glared at Jared, turning his attention back to
A lady opened the waiting room door, and peaked her head in.
“You three are here for Mr. Hansen, yes? Everything is done now, you can come
Jared stood up and glanced over at the two. “C’mon losers.”
Connor glanced over at you, and gently moved his shoulder.
“Hey, wake up. Hansen is done having his teeth ripped out.”
You groaned slightly, and opened your eyes. “Please tell me
Jared isn’t in there.”
Connor doesn’t respond.
You instantly stand up. “Alright, I am up.” You grabbed
Connor’s hand, pulled him up, and tugged him towards the door. “Come on,
Huffing, Connor stood up and followed you. “Stop pulling on
my arm, and maybe I’ll follow you.” He didn’t let go of your hand.
When you walked inside the room where Evan was seated, Jared
was near tears.
“H-holy shit… Dude, are you okay?”
Evan slowly looked up at the three of you. The way his eyes
were narrowed made it seem like he was concentrating on something. Not only
that, but he just kept mumbling something over and over again.
“Evan, dude, you alright?” Connor asks, raising his eyebrow.
“…Hey… I think… I think I died… What… What the hell are you
guys?” Evan muttered, and looked quizzically at the three of you.
You just stared at him. “Evan, do want some nuggets?”
Evan looked up at you and smiled. “Hell yeah, Spruce.”
Jared almost pissed himself.
The four of you sat in Connor’s car. However, Jared decided
it would be a great idea if he drove (he does not trust Connor’s driving, even
if he did drive all of you to the dentist), and Evan sat in the passenger seat.
This would then leave you and Connor in the backseat, kicking the other’s seats.
“Hey… Spruce! How… How did I die? Am I part tree? Wh-wh…
What if I didn’t die, but you died.
Maybe you – or the fluffy dude – are all a fragment of my imagination. Maybe
none of us are real.”
Jared glanced over at Evan. “Hansen getting deep. Never do
this shit ever again, thanks.”
You just smiled and gently pat Evan’s head. “Then you are a
super cool fragment.”
“Super shitty.” Connor mumbled, rolling his eyes.
Evan just continues to smile for a few more minutes.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he gently gasped.
“Spruce! I… I have a secret!”
You laughed and tilted your head. “Yeah, what is it?”
“Okay, so you know my friend, Connor?”
At the sound of his named, Connor instantly snapped his
attention towards Evan. “What the fuck are you-“
Evan interrupts him. “Shh! Spruce won’t tell! Anyways, I
have a friend, Y/N! They are also Connor’s friend, and Jared’s!”
“Oh, I like where this is going. Go on, Evan, please inform
Spruce.” Jared urges, a wide grin began to form.
“Evan, shut the fuck up.” Connor said as his eyes began to
“Spruce, this is top secret okay? Do not tell anyone!” Evan whispered, a sly smile
began to form.
You nodded. “I, Spruce, will not tell anyone this ‘secret’”.
By this time, Connor was beginning to suspect what Evan was
going to say. You, however, had no idea what Evan was going to say. You were
hoping that maybe you would be able to get some dirt on Jared or Connor, and be
able to blackmail them later. Hell, you’ll take anything as long as you can
blackmail one of them.
Evan slowly leans in closer to where you are, and Connor
just watches, hoping that Evan is smart enough to not say shit.
“Look… My friend, Connor, really likes Y/N! But, you can’t tell them! Connor will be an angry
bean pole.” Evan laughed at the end of his sentence, and looked over at Connor.
“Evan. What the fuck.”
Connor hissed, nervously glancing between you and Evan.
Evan just smiled. “Spruce won’t tell Y/N!”
“Spruce won’t have to tell Y/N, Evan. You did the deed for
them.” Jared said between laughs.
You looked over at Connor, and he didn’t meet your gaze.
Instead, he opted to turning nearly his entire body away from you. His hair was
pushed in front of his face, and he made damn sure that Evan could see him
Evan sits there, confused about the situation, but Jared
distracted him. Which left you ‘alone’ with Connor.
You couldn’t help yourself, you just began to laugh. You
tried to hide it, but it just wanted to fall from your lips. The moment he
heard this, Connor tensed up.
He thought you were laughing at him, and how could he possibly think that he has a
chance with you?
The moment your laughter died down, you gently brushed some
of Connor’s away from his face, causing him to flinch. His entire face was
burning, including the tip of his ears. He looked utterly adorable.
“What?” He hisses,
a bit harsher than he meant to.
You smile falters slightly, but instead of saying anything,
you gently press a kiss to his cheek.
“You are super cute, y’know that?” You murmur nonchalantly.
This completely caught Connor off guard. “Wh-what the hell
are you talking about.”
“And you’re stuttering? Who are you, and what have you done
with Connor Murphy? Is this Connor Murphy going to ask me out or do I have to
ask him out?”
At this point, he is just staring at you, a very small smile
gently tugging at his lips. Connor gently cups your cheek, hand shaking. He has
never done anything like this before. What the hell is he even doing?
You just smiled and tapped Connor’s nose. “We can go hang
out at McDonald’s or something tomorrow, yeah?”
Connor nodded slightly, and gently pressed a kiss to your
lips. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”
“🎉🎂HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DADDY JUMIN!🎂🎉 I finally have a fan art for him, but only just a young Jumin Han. Oh, hey! How is it going? It’s pretty tough day for me after three days of vacation. It’s pretty fun drawing him tho–It took me almost 2 hours to finish just by using a computer mouse! Cuz I’m not rich enough to buy my own digital drawing tablet TT^TT Anyways, Halloween is coming and I don’t know what to do next. Hope you guys have a great day celebrating Jumin’s birthday!”
Harry was surprised when (Y/N) told him that she had to go away for the weekend, it was a surprisement because, she never takes time out for herself. Before they had kids, it was Harry first, then her job. Now it’s her kids, Harry, and then her job. But when she told him, a week prior of that Saturday, that her company wanted her to go out to Scotland for the weekend to do a article, and possibly buy out that company, she could not say no. She could no say no for her company possibly buying out another company, and she did not want to send her assistant to go and screw it up. Therefore she said yes, but the hard thing is the kids.
Harry knows that their kids to his missus, is always her first priority, she always wants to make them happy, be with them, play with them. She loves them more than anything, and Harry knows that. But, when she did tell her that, it was a shock at first, and they, a good job for her company, but then the information sank in and he had to take care of Rosie, and Caleb, on his own without his partner in crime, would be hard part.
Therefore on Thursday night, she was packing, it would only be three days, but to her, she did trust Harry, but she has never left them alone with him for more than five hours, she does not know how the situation would go. So, when she was placing her blouse in the small carry on, he stood behind her, arms crossed, chin high, leaning against the dark chester draws, watching her, was almost aggravating to her. He watched her, burning holes in the back of her head, trying to get her to notice him. She tried to ignore it, she tried her best to go past it, forget it, but she can’t, she can’t leave her baby like that, so she placed the last shirt down and turned out, doing the exact same posture as Harry, but she gave up several seconds later, she placed her arms to her side, and looked at him, a sorry expression trying to show.
“I don’t know if you’re upset with me because I’m leaving you, or that you’re alone with the kids?” She says, he pushes off, walking up to her, giving her the same look, but placing his hands in a loving matter, rubbing her arms, gently.
“Both, you’re leaving me this weekend, the bed will be empty, cold, even. No morning kisses, with light shining through, oh, and no morning sex, (Y/N), no sex for three days, I can’t do that.” He stated, she went wide-eyed, giving him a look of how pathetic he is.
“Harry, for goodness sake, you’re acting like a horny teenager, you’ve been gone months before, leaving me to deal with stuff like that, and the one time I leave you for three, small days, you are complaining. You can survive for those three days, if you really want sex, there is always the option of wanking off, but I am not changing my plans.” She told him, moving past him to grab her jeans from the draws.
“But, love-” He was interrupted.
“No, Harry, I love you, but you need to let me do this, ok. I have given up for three years, my passion, my job. You know how passionate I am about this stuff, please let me, I’ll make it up for you.” She told him, instantly, when she told him that’ll she make it up for him, he was fine with her leaving. He nodded, a smile on his lips, telling her a quick and cheerful ‘ok’ and walking out of the room. She laughed from his actions and continued on with packing.
That morning when she left, bright and early, she did say bye to Harry, but not the kids. When either she or Harry said bye to them, they would throw a mental breakdown, and that breaks both of their hearts, therefore they decided to not say bye anymore until they have matured enough to behave proper, so, they just leave without them knowing and play it off cool.
The first two days was fine, Harry told the kids that mummy was at the store, or that she was at Auntie Gem’s or that she was at a friend’s, whenever they asked, and they simply thought that she’ll be back in a couple of hours. The three of them went and stayed at his mum’s house for two days, he did need a little of help to handle the two of them because Rosie was walking now at one years old, and he needed to be watching her a lot to make sure that she was not up to any trouble. With Caleb, at three, he was at the stage of wanting everything, so he throws tantrums and hits, therefore, Harry was constantly stress with balancing both kids, and it would help a ton with some extra help, but those few days went well. It was really the last day, Sunday, that hit him like a brick.
He woke up, back into his and the missus’ room, the right side of the bed was cold, another reminder that she was still in Scotland and was coming home later that day, but it was not the normal light that woke up him up, it was the wailing from next door.
Harry pulled on his pajama pants, and threw on a shirt and walked out, Caleb’s room was on the left, therefore he slowly opened the door revealing a crying, three year old with little curls of blonde hair, and deep hazel eyes. He automatically turned into daddy mode and started to shush him, telling him that daddy was there, no worries. Harry placed his ringless fingers under his son’s armpits and picked him up, gently bouncing him, shushing him in a gentle manner.
“What’s wrong baby, what’s wrong, daddy’s here.” He said, but the minute he went into Harry’s arms, Caleb started to push away, squirming away, still sobbing. Harry tried his best to keep hold of him since of how big he was getting, but he eventually sat down in the rocking chair, sitting him up, trying to find out is wrong. His diaper did not stink, the only option was that he was hungry.
“Mummy.” Caleb, simply said, sobs in between the syllables. Harry started to show sympathy, he felt bad.
“Mummy will be home soon buddy, she will be home in a couple of hours, she’s just out right now.” He said, trying to rock him, but his little boy, who was only in a diaper was still fussing. Harry has never seen him so depressed, he looked tired, and sleep deprived. He started to push away, but Harry kept holding on.
“No, mummy, now.” Caleb, was still sobbing. Harry picked him up and placed him close to his chest, and walked downstairs, hoping not to wake up his little baby girl. But he was still whining, and squirming. The minute he got down to the kitchen, he sent Caleb in his high chair, sobs still coming out. It made Harry’s heart weaken, seeing his big baby all upset, not wanting him, but his mummy.
He walked to the fridge, and pulled out some milk, gently pouring it in a pot, and turning it to medium-high, and nuking it for a few moment, until it was lukewarm. Then he placed it in the bottle, screwing the top on. He looked up noticing it was only six o’clock, which was a normal thing, both kids were early birds, like him. But he began to hear a faint cry, coming from upstairs. He placed the bottle to Caleb, that he took acceptably, which gave Harry the ‘thank God!’ feeling within, but here comes phase two, his daughter.
He raced upstair, quickly as possible, turning the corner. “Morning, poppet!” He chirped, when she came into view with the redhead. He picked her up with please and gave her a kiss on her head. Rosie just snugged into him, gripping on his arm. Mumbling, and gurgling, ‘Daddy’. He picked up her blanket, and walked downstairs as fast as he possibly could, thankful that Caleb was still drinking. He placed Rosie in her highchair, giving her a bowl from the fridge of mushed food.
Only problem, Alfie was soon done and started to cry again, Rosie dropped her spoon on the counter and covered her ears with her tiny hands, shaking her head. Harry did the second thing that would soothe him, he picked Caleb up and sat down on the couch, pulling his shirt off, placing Caleb on his chest, chest to chest therapy, it did wonders to both kids at states like this. Harry rubbed his back in a circular motion, over and over, until his cries turned in soft snores, that took an hour and a half to do, still doing chores around the house, keeping Rosie fed and with milk.
But, he heard keys jiggling, and the sound of the door unlocking, which made him confused. The door opened a few seconds later, and a bang of a suitcase hitting the floor, with the same voice he will love forever, calling out.
“Hello, I’m home, H, babe, Caleb, lovely, where are you all?” She asked, Harry knew it was her.
“In the living room, love.” Harry responded, Rosie dropped her blocks on the highchair, screaming out in excitement, and saying, ‘Mummy’ over and over again. (Y/N) finally made it through and saw her husband on the couch with a baby on his chest. A smile pulled on her lips, she started to walk up to Harry pulled his chin up for a quick kiss.
“Was he being fussy?” She asked, he nodded and laugh.
“You can’t imagine.” He stated. She walked to Rosie, picking her up and kissing her head repeatedly, sitting next to her husband.
“How’d it go, tell me the details?” She questioned.
“It was fine, went to Mum’s, baked, played a with cars and blocks a lot, hmm’ Rose and Caleb, but it was all good. This fella was starting to be fussy an hour ago, but all good now.” He told her, “But tell me, why are you home so early?’ He asked, she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“The meeting went quicker than expect, I took the failing company under my wing, all good, now, nothing like this will happen soon.” She told him, he laughed.
“Thank God, I don’t think I can do one of these weekends again. I love you.” He told her, sighing in relief.
“Ok, now I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry, it was all good, it was just a lot of stress between a stubborn three year old, and a walking one year old.” He told her, she laughed.
“Welcome to my life. I love you too, gorgeous.” She told him, smiling at him.