"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU
I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore
Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.
So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.
She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.
The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.
“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 4,608 (went really overboard)
lots of bad language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, implied drunkenness, angst, regret, hangover, confrontation, stupid feelings are stupid yeah?
A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
Second to last part! Tags are closed. I loved all your messages so much!
I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and
soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the
2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.
Raphael wasn’t human. He
had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He
didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of
humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.
It wasn’t until he was
working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his
left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his
three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine
Messy black letters written
in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen
anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it,
afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they
were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was
writing on his arm with an invisible marker.
it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right,
but um, hi.
A long pause. Raph stared
in amazement, too shocked to say anything.
probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.
He had never run so fast
in his life.
“Woah, woah, watch it!”
Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and
grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the
empty space on his arm.
Your heart raced as a
response finally appeared.
Big, messy letters that
you could tell had been written in a rush.
here. Who are you? What’s happening?
You stared at the
letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was
it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it
worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away,
probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond
you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.
(Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does,
but I’ve always been too shy to try.
Raph’s heart skipped a
beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He
actually had…Oh my God.
“Raph, are you crying?”
Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a
“N-no. I just got dirt in
my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.
“Whatcha doin’?” the
youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he
raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”
“I guess so.” Raph
shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.
“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He
pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the
internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was
scientifically possible for you…for us
“Are you serious?” Leo
came over to look.
“What do I look like? A
freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The
others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip
of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.
huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.
are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK
where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?
York, New York.
Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?
You wrote to Raphael
until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until
you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name
was Raphael. He was from New York.
But at least he existed.
It could be a lot worse.
It wasn’t until about
noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your
arm off to give you more room to write.
wake up at noon?
when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.
how’s your day been?
Leo, Donnie, and Mikey
were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.
“Dude, we just wanna
watch.” Mikey whined.
“All right, sheesh,”
Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.
wanna talk about?
it like in Seattle?
What’s it like in New York?
replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?
How tall are you?
shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.
Kiss you. He was going to
kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach,
but he tried to play it off.
to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)
any hobbies? You asked.
bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…
I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.
Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.
what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?
you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.
is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by
recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area
of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve
just applied to) there?
After a long day of
talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He
laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.
After replying, he knew
it was time to go to sleep.
wiped. I gotta sleep.
okay. Goodnight Raph.
His heart skipped a beat.
love you too.
can’t wait to meet you.
countin’ down the days, babe.
Weeks later, you got an
theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?
don’t have a Skype.
want to hear your voice.
can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?
I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or
be afraid of me.
want to see you for the first time in person.
right then. Here’s my number.
You waited in bated
breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered
above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.
“Hey there.” You could
hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of
“Oh my God, I love your
voice.” You gushed.
“I love yours too,
“Aaaaah! Your accent is
“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.
“Ooh, are you talking to
(Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”
“No, you can’t. Shoo.”
“Who’s that?” You asked.
“My little brother.”
Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey,
“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”
“Mikey, leave Raph
alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Where
“I was gushing over your
very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”
“Ah. Right.” He tried not
to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love
“I love you too!”
“Did you get it yet?”
Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day
approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he
wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and
you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.
But nonetheless, he had
sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he
“It came in today! I
haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna
put you on speaker.”
“All right.” Raph
listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise
of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through
the tissue paper.
“Oh my gosh! It’s
amazing! I love it! You really made this?”
“I did.” He smirked. You
held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had
carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately,
tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the
intricate little grooves.
“I’m never taking it off,
I hope you know that.”
“I’m flattered.” He
chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
A nervous little laugh.
“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”
“It couldn’t come soon
enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams
tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months
until I get to see you.”
“Well, you rest up,
shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”
“Good night. I love you.”
“I love ya too. Night.”
When he hung up, he
stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?
You were full of jitters
when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so
slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern
“I’m here! I just landed!
When do you want to meet up?”
“Um, how about you get
settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”
“Okay.” Your heart raced.
“Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”
“Sounds like a plan. Stay
safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”
“See you.” When you hung
up, Raph started to pace through the lair.
“I’m going to see her
tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna
“Statistically, after ten
“No more science
bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her
“It’ll be fine, Raph.
You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you.
We’d have to be blind not to see that.”
“I guess we’ll find out
tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was
not going to be pretty. He knew it.
After you had unpacked
and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for
a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked
about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled.
Well, that might make things a little
easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.
“Who’s that?” April asked
after you hung up.
“My soulmate. He’s the
reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”
“More than fine with me.”
She smiled. “What’s his name?”
“Raphael.” You told her.
Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you
on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.
So this was the (Y/N) he
had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.
“I know, right?” Your
phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”
“Hey babe, come outside.”
You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll be down
in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed
out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the
shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.
“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need
ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”
“Just…p-promise you won’t
“Why would I-?”
“I promise.” You stated
“I, uh, I ain’t
“I love you, Raph.”
“You won’t when you see
me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.
“Raphael,” You reached
out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green
one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and
something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you
gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”
He let out a long sigh,
considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy
steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant
mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of
disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you
pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was
your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out
in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook
of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.
“Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”
“I love you.” You kissed
his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green
face under the tattered red bandana.
“All ‘uh this don’t bug
you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that
I’m a freak?”
“You’re not a freak,
Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall
in the best possible way. “Not to me.”
“Are ya just sayin’ that
because I’m your soulmate?”
“I mean it.” You locked
eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile
was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your
eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”
There wasn’t hatred or
fear in your voice, only awe.
“I’m a mutant. A turtle.
Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”
“I love turtles,” You
whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just
You closed the gap
between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond,
but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large
hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his
shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.
When you finally pulled away
from him, you looked at him for a long time.
“Hey do you wanna come up
for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.
“Yeah, sure April. Are
the guys coming?”
“Just got off the phone
with Leo. They’re on their way.”
“Wait, you two know
eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and
taking you with him. God, he was so tall.
“We go way back.” April
smiled. “I named him.”
“Long story. Come on,
shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and
carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you
met my brothers, huh?”
After you had met his
brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to
watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying
on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into
your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.
“I love you, Raphael.”
You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.
“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so
Streamed for a very short amount of time today. Only enough time for one prompt: Ice Alpaca Witch. People were asking whether some of the fur was her own or a part of the robe and demanded I draw her in a bikini to figure it out. It didn’t help much.
I was re-watching the first OVA again last night (cuz what else would I do with my life??) and I noticed for the first time that Barbara ACTUALLY throws up omg. I’d always heard her little grossed-out whimper but I never caught that she legit gets sick. Poor Barbara.
Could you do a riverdale imagine where the reader and Jughead are really close and flirty with each other. The reader goes missing and is eventually found dead near Jason Bloom and Jughead gets the call about the police finding her? Sorry if it’s a weird ask.
Why must you guys request such sad stuff? I’m sorry if it’s too short and bad, if you want more please message me.
The past summer didn’t go to Jughead’s plan. He spent most of the summer days playing video games and avoiding social interactions. He barely had any friends coming out of Freshman year, only one decided to stick by his side; that person was you. Despite his protests, you would drag him out of his room and walk to Pop’s diner. You would spend most of the day there, talking, eating, laughing, and flirting. It was painfully obvious that you both had mad feelings for each other, but either of you dared to act upon them. It was the days spent with you that Jughead looked forward to the most. You knew him like the back of your hand and he could read you like a book. Time spent with you was time that was never wasted.
One night, You managed to convince your parents to let you hangout at his place two days before school started. The night had started off rather up beat and innocent until you randomly asked him about his thoughts on dating. “It seem pointless at our age,” he said truthfully, but he immediately regretted it when he saw your face fall. “But then again, if you like someone you should go for it.” His voice wasn’t his own when he spoke. It was daring and wild, pushing the limits of your friendship. You nodded at his words and scooted closer to where he was sitting on the floor. “I should?” You asked, raising your eyebrow with fake confusion. Jughead almost started to laugh. You were doing this on purpose, playing him like a violin. “Yeah,” he said, finding his confidence again. You leaned in even closer and asked, “How?”
“Like this,” Jughead leaned in a pressed his lips to yours quickly. It was his first kiss, but the technique would come with time and hopefully, practice. When he pulled away, the both of you were a blushing mess. You leaned in again, kissing him longer this time. You cupped his jaw, bringing him closer to you. Jughead pulled away smiling and you started talked about what you were going to do next.
“Tomorrow we can go out,” he paused, “like on a date.” You smiled wide at his words and agreed. Soon after, your parents texted you that you should come home. You headed out and Jughead led you to the porch, where he kissed you one last time. “See ya tomorrow.” He whispered, and watched as you walked away.
But he never did see you tomorrow.
The night of your date, just a few hours before, his phone rang. “Hello?”
“Yes, is this Jughead Jones?” Asked a man over the phone. “This is him,” he said, nerves prickling down his spine. “We were told to inform you of Y/N L/N’s disappearance. You may have been the last person to see her and we would like to question you.” Jughead just stood there in disbelief. “No, you don’t understand, I’m suppose to see her tonight.” He said through his confusion. “Son,” said the man, his voice turning somber, “I don’t think you will.”
So, Jughead went to the police department, where he was prodded with questions he didn’t know the answer to. He told the officers of what had occurred last night and they just sent him home. He locked himself in his room, tears burning in his eyes. He knocked down his belongings, torn his posters, and yelled until his lungs gave out. He sat on the floor, crying, trying to figure out where you could’ve possibly gone. An idea struck him and he rushed over to his laptop and opened an empty page. His fingers hit the keys as fast as they could, writing down his opening line. He would find you, save you if he had to. Little did Jughead know what was in store for the little town of Riverdale.