#I am mega behind on my own prompts DUDE!.

[persy-r-bozo]

He would 100% make a crappy VHS for malcom. no doubt, he would.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

no

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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They’re just outside Wheeling, and Dad’s been gone for twenty-four days, and it’s friggin’ cold outside but it’s going to be 1999 in an hour, and Sammy’s--

“Dude, are you drunk?” Dean says.

“No,” Sam says, with affronted dignity. He puts his beer down in the snow and stands on one leg, easy balance. “See. You’re drunk.”

“Sure thing, squirt,” Dean says, laughing, and Sam grins at him in a total unexpected bloom out of nowhere, and it warms his gut just as much as the bonfire’s doing. It’s not much of a New Year’s Eve, but he’s got himself with no broken bones, and he’s got Sammy smiling, and Dad’s in the wind but they’ve got a twelve-pack and bottle of five-buck champagne waiting and a fire, out back of the trailer, and things aren’t all right with the world but, shit, Dean’s known them of a hell of a lot more wrong, so. He lifts his beer in a little toast, to Sam’s balance and to the world in general, and kicks his boots out into the snow. “You let me know if we’re up too far past your bedtime.”

Sam sticks his tongue out, kinda proving Dean’s point, but hell. He’s cheerful, which can get in short supply most days. No school to miss, with everything closed for the winter break, and Dad’s top-secret-no-sons-allowed hunt’s been keeping the boat unrocked, since Dad pretty much just calls Dean every few days to check in as proof of life, and so it’s just been them, and the woods out here, and the trailer. No job in this town, but Dad left enough cash that they’re floated for a while, and Christmas was pretty lame but Dean made a mega-batch of brownies from a box mix that turned out pretty good and Sam nearly ate his weight in ‘em, and there was enough cash left in Dean’s budget to do New Year’s right. Sammy’s even unbent enough to have some drinks, which frankly Dean’s surprised didn’t take more wheedling, but Sam shrugged and said, “It’s traditional, right?” and Dean could’ve just hugged him, but he settled for a noogie instead.

Sam’s still insisting on his sobriety. Dean can’t stop laughing, from his tree-stump that’s serving as a seat. “Shut up, watch,” Sam says, and does the whole rigamarole of the DUI stop to prove it. Walks a straight line, and stands on one foot, and recites the alphabet backwards while touching his nose. “See?”

“Sammy, how the hell do you know all that stuff?” Dean says. “You drunk-driving when I’m not around?”

He keeps holding his balance, looking up at the dark sky with his finger still on his nose. “DARE class, when we were in New Mexico,” Sam says, and finally drops the stance, shrugging. “Figured it couldn’t hurt to be good at it, just in case.”

Just in case. Dean’s little brother, ladies and gents. “You’re such a freak,” Dean says, glad, and Sam rolls his eyes but stumps over through the snow in his too-big boots, shaking his empty can. “Oh, and now you want a refill?”

“How long until we can open the champagne?” Sam says, practical, and Dean checks his watch. 47 minutes. “So, beer,” Sam says, and Dean shrugs, and gives him one.

“All right, short stuff,” Dean says, getting to his feet. He really is getting kinda tipsy--five beers to Sam’s two, that’s maybe understandable. “One thing about being a Winchester--you gotta hold your liquor.” Sam snorts, which Dean ignores. “Second thing, though, is that no matter what, you gotta be able to handle yourself. No matter what.”

“You said no matter what twice,” Sam says, helpfully, and Dean tugs his hat down over his face.

“So,” Dean says, and hops inside for their pistols, and a box of rounds. When he comes back out into the cold Sam’s resettled his hat and his face is pink and his eyes bright, and Dean does hug him then, a one-armed sling around his neck that makes Sam squawk but drags him all warm and bony up into Dean’s side, and then Dean drags them to the other side of the bonfire, where the light starts to fade as the trees encroach on the yard. The fence is kinda falling apart, but it’s steady enough to hold their empties.

Dean sets it up while Sam’s making skeptical-face. “You’re making me do training now?” Sam says, and Dean jumps back over through the deeper snow, crunching into the holes he already made. “Dude, this is lame.”

“Dude, it’s gonna be great,” Dean says, “because check it out: every can you take out, you get to take a drink!”

Sam sighs, like he’s aggravated, but he’s just being fifteen, because he’s grinning right after. Dean stands a pace behind him while he loads, professional, checking his weapon right just like Dean taught him--and he lines up, skinny shoulders square, and sights along his strong arm just like he’s supposed to. Shot--whipcrack sound that ricochets through the clearing--and-- “Yes!” Dean says, punching Sam’s shoulder, and he grabs their beers and toasts Sam, clunking the cans together, and even Sam going wait, you don’t get to drink yet! doesn’t dim Dean’s cheer.

“Okay,” Dean says, waggling his eyebrows, “my turn,” and Sam squints at him thoughtfully and then stoops and flings at handful of snow at Dean just as he’s lining up to fire, and he sputters and the shot goes wild into a tree, and he yells “Dude!”, scraping snow off his face, but Sam’s dancing backwards, laughing, saying, “Hey, you never said that was against the rules!” and oh, it is on.

Snowball fights aren’t supposed to involve gunfire, Dean’s pretty sure, but sometimes the Winchesters play on different rules than other people. All bets are off after Dean dumps a handful of snow down Sammy’s jeans when he’s aiming for his next can, and Sam’s girly-ass scream could probably be heard down at city hall. Dean makes his next shot even with Sam jumping around behind him making crazy monkey noises, and he drains his beer that time, and watches Sammy do the same. There’s a brief stand-off when Dean’s got two snowballs packed and ready, tossing them back and forth between his gloved hands, and Sam keeps watching him instead of raising his pistol to fire--solved when Sam raises--Dean throws--Sam immediately ducks and rolls forward in the snow, and fires closer--and totally misses, but Dean’s so impressed at the shitty attempt at ninjahood that he says Sam earned a drink anyway, and before long they’re laying on the ground, laughing and breathless, the cans all shot and the beer mostly gone, things pretty much perfect.

“How long,” Sam says, and Dean checks his watch.

“Eight minutes,” he says. Sam hums, sits up. He’s still got on his hat, somehow, but his nose is bright pink with cold. “Damn, kiddo. You’re gonna turn into a popsicle.”

Eyeroll, very obvious over Sam’s shoulder. “You’re the one who’s not wearing a hat,” he says, and Dean shrugs. Some things are just too dorky. When Sam’s a little older he’ll know it. “Anyway, whose fault is it that I’ve got snow in my boxers.”

“Um, yours,” Dean says, and Sam raises his eyebrows outraged and Dean says, “Hey, you started it, squirt,” and Sam says, “Only because you cheated first!” and Dean scoops a little clump of snow up and tosses it at Sam’s head, and Sam squawks and launched a full out tackle at Dean, and it’s on, yet again.

Sam’s wriggly and he’s got the bony elbows, but Dean still has five inches on him and the reach to match, and also he’s been fighting dirty way longer. He gets Sam pinned in pretty short order, an armbar over his chest and Dean grinning down into his face, and Sam puffs in irritation but then melts back into the ground--Sam’s special way of losing where somehow he tries to make it seem like it was always his idea, and he doesn’t care, anyway. “Uncle?” Dean says, and Sam says, “Whatever,” and Dean roll his eyes but sits up, straddling Sam just in case he tries anything else, and checks his watch again.

“Hey, one minute!” he says. “Got any resolutions planned?”

“Yeah,” Sam says, quiet. Different, to his usual moody Sam-ness, and Dean frowns, looks at him. His face is still all pink, nose and cheeks and what Dean can see of his ears where his hat’s not tugged down, and he doesn’t look--sad, or anything. Sam licks his lips, looks back at him like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know how to get it out.

“What?” Dean says, and Sam’s mouth twitches, and then he grabs Dean by the lapels of his leather jacket and pulls him down, and kisses him.

Dean catches himself with one hand in the snow to stop from toppling forward. He hovers there, shocked, and Sam--Sam holds on tight, presses their lips clumsily together. Like he has no idea what he’s doing, but he’s determined to do it anyway. “Sam,” Dean mumbles, brain still not quite together, and Sam huffs against his mouth and kisses him again, this weird smoochy noise that makes it really click in Dean’s head--Sam, kissing him. Sammy, kissing him. He blinks, pushes up, and Sam lets him go, back in the snow, face bright red and his mouth set like he knows he’s lost a bet but is determined not to care.

“Sammy,” Dean says. Everything’s static, two-am test pattern in his head.

Sam looks at him, then at the fire. “Midnight,” he says, and Dean glances at his watch to see that--yeah, jesus, it’s midnight, happy 1999, and Sammy fucking kissed him in the snow and that’s not--

“I just wanted to,” Sam says, quiet. Dean sits there, uncertain. “Just one thing, for me. Doesn’t have to be a big deal, Dean.”

“It doesn’t?” Dean says, and Sam gets redder somehow, his face all washed-out warm in the firelight, and Dean thinks--just one thing. For him. For all those days and days of curling up on the fold-out together and elbowing each other through Escape from LA and Sam falling asleep in the curve of Dean’s arm, that time, and Dean touching his cheek and thinking--wondering--

“Can we open the champagne?” Sam says, fake cheerful, pressing his hands down against the ground to squirm backwards, to get away, and Dean leans down and kisses him right--full contact, spreading himself over Sam’s body, a hand on Sam’s cheek and pressing Sam’s mouth open, wet touch of beery heat and Sam full-on gasps against Dean like a girl having her first time, and Dean pulls back for a second, turned upside down, inside out. Sam shudders, grabs at him, says his name.

“Sammy,” Dean says back, and then, weird and raw, “you never did this before?”

Sam stares at him, four inches away. Shakes his head, and the ends of his hair are wet with snow, clinging to his cheeks, and Dean licks his lips and tastes--beer--and tugs Sam up, and over, and when he sits down on the stump Sam collapses into his lap in total and ongoing surprise, like having started this he had absolutely no idea it could go further. “What?” he says, dumb, which is a nice change for once, for Dean to be the one who knows what’s going on, and Dean says, “Shut up, Sammy,” and tucks his hands on either side of Sam’s jaw and kisses him again, and again, soft and slow like he learned to do with the nervous chicks, and Sam just melts into his lap, grabbing at him awkward but eager. Wanting, and that’s just--Dean can’t think about that.

He gets an arm around Sam’s waist, keeps him close, and Sam squirms, his weight shifting in Dean’s lap. “Yeah?” Dean says, and his dick--jesus, his dick’s on board, has been, rocking a half-chub since Sam started wrestling with him but he’s been able to put that away--has always been able to put that away--only this time he doesn’t have to and it’s got his head spinning, his body moving on weird autopilot, since Sam wants it, Sam’s been wanting it. He grabs Sam’s ass and Sam jerks, gasping into his mouth, and Dean squeezes, instinct telling him that that’s a good thing, a good turned-on sound, and Sam shivers and his hips push back, and then cringe forward against Dean’s stomach, and then he jerks and says, “Oh,” soft, and Dean doesn’t get what that means until Sam’s hiding his face in Dean’s shoulder, shaking, and Dean realizes that Sam came in his pants, just from Dean touching him and having him in his lap, and his whole body feels like it about catches fire, right then.

Sam’s still quivering, though, and Dean’s not a dickhead. “Sammy,” he says, and tugs off a glove with his teeth to touch Sam’s bare skin--his neck, exposed to the cold, and the silky hair at the base of his skull.

“I didn’t--” Sam mumbles, clutching at Dean’s coat, and Dean doesn’t know what that means but he’s got a lot of experience reassuring his little brother, and even if this situation is--insane--world-ending maybe--well, he knows what to do here.

“Probably got jizz on my jeans, freak,” he says, super soft, and Sam pulls back and looks at him horrified, and then sees his expression and punches him in the shoulder, hard. “Ow,” Dean says, obligingly, and then touches Sam’s jaw, easy. “Hey. It’s cool.”

“Is it cool?” Sam says, echoing, and Dean bites the corner of his mouth, knowing he doesn’t really have an answer. Sam snorts, bitter. Dean doesn’t know if he was ever so bitter. “Yeah, see? I--I shouldn’t have--”

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean says, again, and Sam looks at him, miserable. Dean shrugs. “New year. We still got that bottle of champagne. We could go inside. Whatever--whatever you want to do, man. Night’s still young.”

Sam stares at him. “Really?” he says, and Dean says, maybe more honest than he can ever remember being with anyone, “It’s all good with me,” because--it is. For once. Maybe for the first time in Dean’s whole life--everything is completely, totally, bizarrely, freakily--good. He blames it on the beer, and on how Sam starts, even if uncertainly, to smile.

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“dear someone” [pentagon: yuto]

genre: mega FLUFF + high school life

ficstyle: bulletpoints

prompt: “you were friends with the “prettiest girl” in school, so you were used to bringing letters from her crushes to her, but when you received a series of letter, you were surprised that they weren’t addressed to her.. but you..”

note: THIS IS MY FIRST PENTAGON FIC / I’ve really been into them lately, I hope you give them a lot of love and support + HOPE YOU ENJOY IT~ 

“come on, y/n~ if you could give that letter to Mina for me, please? pleasepleaseplease?” Kino was swinging your arm back and forth 

you snatched it from him, “you owe me a cinnamon roll”

this wasn’t the first time one of your classmates tried to make you deliver their love letters to the “prettiest girl” in school 

you weren’t jealous about it, but it was just annoying

as you were talking playfully with the “Mina fanboys”

Yuto was occasionally side-glances at you

he admired how easy-going you were, you had your own charms that he fell for

“she’ll think you have a letter for Mina if you keep on looking at her like that,” Wooseok jeered as he spun his basketball on his finer

Yuto took a peek at his hidden letter that he wrote for you

he thought of a plan; although it would make him pretty much a stalker, all he wanted was.. for you to notice him

Yuto’s always been quiet, but he’d laugh at your savageness and admire you from away 

according to his plan, you were going to be at the library before school started

and he was right

you were struggling to grab a book from the highest shelf

he stood there peering from the other side of the bookshelf; chuckling at your little struggles of efforts 

“dammit.. I need to find that step stool...” 

when you scurried off, he took this chance to shimmy his letter inside of the book you wanted to get 

Yuto went to go sit down at a table across from where your book was 

“what’s this?” you opened the book and saw the letter addressed to you

you looked around but all you could see what your classmate sleeping on the desk

you walked over to him, “do you know who left this in here?” 

Yuto pretended like he was taking a nap, he stretched out and gave out a fake yawn, “I...don’t think i saw anyone...”

“hmm..” you sat down in front of him and opened the letter

(OMG WHY IS SHE READING THE LETTER IN FRONT OF ME.. THIS IS EMBARRASSING! BUT IF I LEAVE NOW IT’S OBVIOUS THAT I LEFT IT FOR HER!!) 

he fumbled around the inside of his backpack; pretending to look busy

(how can I say this? actually for a very long time now... I’ve liked you.. if I tell you this now, what will change?) 

Yuto could see a small smile from you, “well that was sweet... this really made my day... I wonder if this is really real or is it a prank..”

he slammed down on the desk

causing the librarian to shush at him

“I-I don’t think that it-it’s a prank... whoever wrote probably thought...you’re.. pretty cool...” Yuto mumbles and with the sound of the bell, he excused himself to go to class first

“YOU’RE PRETTY COOL?” Wooseok was yelling at Yuto’s nervous mistake

“YEAH I KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL!!” 

Wooseok slapped himself in the face in disappointment, “you wrote a nice letter and you’re gonna fuck it up with a commentary”

Yuto sulks, “this is why I’m better off not talking at all..”

he feels a pat on his shoulder, “wHAT?” 

he turns around and sees you with the letter in your hand as Mina was dropping you off to class

“you know maybe it is a prank, since you’re always delivering my letters,” it was an out of line comment but you weren’t in the mood to deal with Mina

because deep down inside, you also felt like that

“see ya, y/n~”

Yuto’s blood boiled, he hated seeing you upset because you never were

and to here Mina say that, he wondered if she really was your friend

he took out his notebook and started to write again

he wanted to know that; there’s always someone out there for someone and he hope that he was that someone for you

DURING LUNCHTIME

he got some of your favorite snacks and drink (from observation) and placed them on top of another letter

when you got back from the bathroom, there was a little crowd around your desk

“hey dude, space? you know what that is?” you shooed them away and saw the snacks on your desk

you also saw the letter; not knowing if you should be happy or not, you opened it

(even though I like you, nobody knows. even when I see other girls, nobody’s like you. I’m sorry for having no courage. you can laugh at me all you want. I’m a loser only for you)

you folded it nicely and placed it in your book you got that morning

you laid your head on the book and looked at the window; softly smiling 

even if it was fake, it made you happy

seeing you smile made Yuto’s heart full 

it gave him courage to write more letters

finding the letters became a scavenger hunt and you were here for it

you’d find them inside your math book, your seat in chemistry class, your locker, the school’s flower garden, the list goes on 

on your most recent letter, he gave you clues

which was weird because usually his letters would be about little things that he liked about you 

but the note indicated you to find “so and so person” and they’d give you another note

they even made you run across the baseball field to find the baseball with the note 

your curiosity could end right there but you were determined to find out who’s been causing little flutters of butterflies 

“find Wooseok,” you were confused but you went out to find him

you found a tree standing in the doorway of your class, “Wooseok?”

the tree turned around and answered, “yeah? oh.. y/n..”

without another word, he hands you another note

“go to the rooftop..” you mumbled, you hoped it was the last of the notes

you literally did your workout for the whole month 

before you left, Wooseok called out to you, “he’s a good guy!”

you slammed open the doors leading out the rooftop, “OKAY SHOW YOURSELF!!!”

but no answer

you walked out to the rooftop; to catch some fresh air and fat break

but the sound of the doors closed and your attention went to it

there he was

you saw Yuto 

he’s always been hiding from you

walking the other way when he heard your laugh echoing in the hallway

would obviously be embarrassed when you caught him glancing at you

handing over his pencil to you when you’d forget yours

he’d also walk behind you so that guys wouldn’t look up your skirt (as he would basically walk up the stairs looking at only his feet)

his heart would drop every time you said “good morning” or “see you tomorrow” to him

Yuto politely hands over the letter, with his head hung low 

you smiled at him and opened the letter

(you become my memories, I get strength just looking at you. the sky is shining, I hope my heart reaches you, even if I don’t say it, just know, It’s always you in my heart I want to walk with the beautiful you) 

“is this-”

“this isn’t a prank.. I.. I was just scared that someone like you wouldn’t like someone like me.. I always thought you’d like someone like Kino or something... but that never stop me from liking you..”

you felt the nervousness in his voice

you slightly punched in him the arm, “this is so cheesy.. geez” 

you didn’t know what to say but you wanted to make him feel more comfortable 

but honestly, it made you feel like you friend-zoned him 

he gave out an airy-laugh, “who am I kidding..”

Yuto turns to walk about but you held his sleeve

“I mean it’s cheesy.. but it doesn’t mean I didn’t like it... you were the one that made me look forward to the next day...”

he slowly turns around, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes at you

when you looked up at him, he didn’t think that his heart could explode anymore that it already did 

“are you serious?”

you smiled at him widely, as you quoted him from one of his notes

“I’m only a loser for you..”

he couldn’t hide his smile, “who’s the cheesy one now...”

END + [masterlist + guidelines]

[tumblunni]

Mo bug game ideas

Also i was thinking about more Deep Development for the daddy longlegs bug husbands!

First off i need to try and give them distinct personalities cos i mean their whole gimmick is they wear matching outfits and have the same job class to spoof the fact two types of bug have the same colloquial name in different countries BUT if they were like literally recolours of the same guy it would look like brothers instead of a cute couple. Absolutely do not want that! The romance is integral! They aint called platonic longlegs!!!

So i was thinking that maybe one of them (lets go with the name Albedo) is like a super soft and shy cute stereotypical daddo of hugs. But he's also a mega deadly assassin, and a master of disguise and manipulation. Its just like.. Beneath all the evilness he used to be, the soft nice dad was actually the real him. Like he'd fumble his own assassinations by outright crying whenever he had to pretend to be a nice guy in a happy couple for a disguise. He's just a damn good dude who got forced into a shitty job that made him hate himself every day because he was living in poverty and didnt have much hope for his future and stuff. And like even tho now he's escaped the assasin guild due to his fiancee's help, he's still left with all these Really Badass Scary Skills and just never wants to use them again. So he's the archetypical soft boy who is only serious when the people he loves are in trouble, and OH BOY you should not underestimate him...

And then the other one (which i think is gonna be rubedo) is more of a cliche punk personality? Oh and just to add- they discarded their real names long ago when they first became assassins, and these are just the latest in a long list of codenames. But this time they picked matching ones <3

ANYWAY WHERE WAS I

Oh yeah Rubedo is also a softboy but he pretends to be a punk! He's very 'oi hands off the marchandise' and tries to act like he's heartless like a true assassin should be, but because of his Real Passionate Soul it just comes out as a guy who's comedically quick to anger and thinks he's way more unflappable than he really is. But also his angryness is linked to a general Big Emotion in all other ways too, and he's actually even more lovey dovey, just more shy about showing it. Half 'but honey my reputatioooon' and half 'OH GOD MY HEART ISNT BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD HOW HAPPY I AM' *blushes himself into a coma*

So yeah they do have similar fundemental souls of love and fatherliness, but different personalities around them. So much in common just like the bugs!

And then i was thinking about their backstory? And i thought maybe they were actually childhood friends that became estranged? Cos albedo was poor and rubedo was rich and actually i think rubedo's family was legit the mafia and it was just a wild ass coincidence that albedo ended up being employed by an opposing mafia when they both grew up. And then they were sent to assassinate each other and were so equally matched that it kept ending in a draw, and they struck up some chemistry and had a crush even before they found out they were each other's long lost childhood sweetheart! And of course as soon as that happened it was like 'jesus fuck ive been seaeching for you for so long oh god i have a reason to live againn and also i am realizing my boss/literal father LIED TO ME TO GET ME TO KILL YOU so fuck this job lets run away together and become smooch redemption'. AND THEN THAT IS WHAT THEY DO.

*throws confetti for the damn best angsty fluffy heartwarmingy shipping idea ive had in ages and somehow it came from bug science*

Anyway i was thinking about them briefly meeting as kids and having their first crush on each other and it all being cute and sweet until Evil Mafia Dad decides his son is not allowed to Mingle With The Commoners and sends him off to Asshole Generic Boarding School Of Rich Jerks. And like.. rubedo's already used to being hopeless about his future and he's like 'i deserve this for trying to disobey dad' so he just gets on the coach to horrible disciplinary school and doesnt tell albedo he's moving away cos he thinks his friend will be better off without him. But albedo goes running after the coach and he's like NOOOOO and rubedo sees him out the window and is also like NOOOOOO and its all really fuckin sad. And albedo is like 'lets run away together!' and rubedo is like 'be realistic, we'd just get lost and die, we're like 9'. And albedo is like 'we'll find some way to work it out!' and rubedo is like 'we're just kids, we dont have any power to change my dad's mind'. And then with the last of the strength in his legs as the carriage starts speeding up, albedo manages to jump up and plant a kiss on his crush! And then immediately goes tumbling and lands in a cloud of dust and broken heart as the carriage leaves over the horizon. But the moment still stuck in rubedo's heart forever and gave him the hope he needed to survive that shitty school! Just imagine him sitting there in shock with absolute first kiss daze and then OH GOD ALBEDO ARE YOU OKAY but he's already off in the distance and there's no hope and just..

Just...

If this is the last time we see each other...

And so it was the first time he let out his boisterous rebel spirit! Yelling over the horizon and not even knowing if the other boy could even hear him, but it has to be said!

"If we're not strong enough to fight this, i'll become strong! Next time you see me, i'll be your prince!"

And well it didnt exactly go down like that, but on the other hand it sorta did? Rubedo lived a shitty life of being groomed into a rigid idea of what a nobleman should be, and found out his family had all sorts of horrible behind the scenes illegal operations and by then he was just so broken he fell into the role of his dad's latest disposeable enforcer, just like he was planned to be from birth. And albedo grew up in poverty and was orphaned at a young age, having to go down equally morally unconscionable paths in life to even manage to survive into his 20s. So by the time they met again they were a big ball of barely surpressed anger in the role of a generic mafia thug, and an emotionless stepford wife esque assassin. If they hadnt been sent to take each other out, they might not have been able to come back from the brink of what they were being turned into. But the side effect of it was that it turned them into the sort of people who had the power to escape if they could ever break out of the brainwashing keeping them there, thats the danger of raising a human weapon. And together theyre strong enough to fight for justice and take down the people who abused them! And one way or another they did end up as the 'gallant prince and the princess he whisked away from the tower', though they can never agree which is which because they both saved each other this time. Its even better than the fairytales!

So ahem yeh here's bunni's patented "getting super feelsy over characters i invented five minutes ago based on a bizarre inspiration prompt" moment. IF YOU DONT LOVE ASSASSIN BUG BOYFS THEN YOU ARE WRONG! aaa they deserve all the happiness...

[musicalravencreates]

You just reblogged that AU thingie and I got hit by inspiration. What if Dan is a tattoo artist and Arin gets tats sometimes and hes visibly in pain but he always talks about the tats hes getting and they are so important to him and Dan can only listen to him and maybe falls in love a little bit when Arin starts talking about random things like what he does for a living or something funny that happened to him that day.

Flowers For Mega Man (part one)

So here’s the beginning of this beast. Thank you for the amazing prompt, and I do hope I’m able to finish this au as I have lots of plans for future chapters/parts.

AO3

It was one of those days. Everything was out to annoy Dan. Not enough to make him angry, but just enough to throw him off. His toaster broke in the middle of making breakfast, forcing him to have cereal instead. His lip ring had gotten stick in his shirt collar, forcing him to wrestle with it as he tried to get his shoes on at the same time. And the uber he’d ordered had been ten minutes late, which made him ten minutes late. To top it all off, all his fucking hair ties had just up and gone missing, leaving him to deal with a stray curl falling into his face every few seconds.

At least his client this morning had been a bit of a reprieve. Simple, small design and absorbed in her own thoughts to boot. Probably for the best, considering Dan didn’t feel much for chit chat at the moment.

After his hair blinded him for the third fucking time since starting the outline, however, Dan was done ignoring the issue. He excused himself temporarily, making up some bullshit about needing a drink of water before he stalked his way to the front of the shop.

Dan practically threw open the curtain separating the shop, catching the attention of both Ross and the customer he had been speaking with. He didn’t bother to give the customer a second glance, his focus zeroing in on Ross.

“Okay, cough them up, O'Donivan,” Dan growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve got a client to take care of, and I need my damn hair ties.”

A grin slowly took over Ross’ face and he leaned against the counter. “What makes you think I had anything to do with their disappearance?”

“I’m not in the mood, man,” Dan said, giving him an exasperated look. “Just fuckin tell me. I gotta finish up with Janet so we can both get paid.”

Ross sighed, loud and dramatically as if it were killing him to be nice. Dan rolled his eyes and waited, blowing another stray curl out of his face. “Fine. Baby.” Ross reached under the desk and started rummaging around. He probably knew exactly where they were, but he just had to draw things out to tick Dan off even more. Dan leaned back against the door frame, ready to settle in. He wasn’t backing down no matter how long that asshole-

“Dude, your hair is awesome,” He heard a voice say, and his eyes slid past Ross to the customer he’d ignored. The guy was staring at his hair with a sort of amazement, and Dan wanted to roll his eyes again. People were always weird about his hair, asking him if he was mixed race, asking how he washed it, or whatever else they felt like. But the guy actually surprised him when he added, “The pink looks really good on you.”

Dan blinked, a bit taken aback. The pink was faded, but obviously, still there. If he had done it right, it would have been purple and it would have actually looked okay. As of now, it was most certainly a mess of weirdly faded streaks mixed in with bits of bleached hair that absolutely did notlook good. And yet the guy was still staring, and Dan had no clue what to even say.

“There it is!” Ross exclaimed and Dan jumped, eyes flickering back to a very proud looking Ross holding up a palm-sized magnetic container. Dan shook his head, trying to ignore the weird staring dude as he walked over. He snatched the container from him, giving him another annoyed look. Ross just grinned at him, not even bothering with an apology. Typical.

He slid the container open to check that it held what Ross said it did. Every single one of his hair ties was crammed into the tight space, so much so that he could barely open it. He pulled one out and snapped it around his wrist. He then slid it back shut, tucked it in his pocket and immediately turned back for the door.

“Wait, dude, that’s mine!” Ross called back. Dan just flipped him off over his shoulder as he walked back behind the curtain. Sure, he’d give it back later, but no way was he just dumping his hair ties somewhere.

He pulled his hair back into a quick ponytail and secured the tie as he made his way back to his client. She was thankfully very polite about the whole thing, not even mentioning the argument she probably overheard every word of as he sat down and got back to work. However, as they resettled into the previous silence, Dan found his head buzzing with the new clients’ weird words.

It wasn’t like he knew the guy, so figuring out if he had been sincere or if he’d been fucking with him was a pointless endeavor. And yet Dan wanted to know. If he came back, Dan wanted to have some sort of upper hand on the guy. But as the minutes ticked on, he found himself stumped. Clearly, he needed to let this go.

So he switched to planning out how to next get back at Ross. Something to do with his inkwells would piss him off. Or his tablet. He got really ticked off when people messed with his tablet.

And so the next forty minutes went, Dan ruthlessly planning his assault on Ross’ things as he finished the client’s tattoo. The strange man from before was quickly forgotten.

—

“Ross, what the fuck is this?”

Ross barely even glanced at the sheet as he walked past. “The new client’s design,” He said simply, scooping up some honey roasted almonds from the snack table.

“Isn’t the new client a guy?” Dan asked, giving Ross a pointed look. Ross just shrugged.

“And your point is?”

“It says, ‘Fight Like a Girl.’” Dan pointed to the lettering and shook the sheet. “The fuck, Ross?”

“It’s what he asked for,” Ross said, stuffing more almonds in his mouth. “Don’t get on me for following orders.”

“Bullshit,” Dan tossed the sheet back on Ross’ desk and crossed his arms. “Can’t you save your pranks for me or Barry? Leave the clients of it.”

Ross frowned, swallowing. “Dude, I never pull that shit with the clients. You should know that by now.” He pointed at the computer at the front desk. “Go on. Check. It’s all on records.”

Dan narrowed his eyes but Ross only jabbed more firmly at the computer. Rolling his eyes, Dan marched over to the computer and waved the screen saver away. He pulled up the client database, not having to search far to find the new guy. In a smaller parlor such as theirs, they usually fed off regulars and the occasional one-off drunk. A new client ordering a big piece stood out pretty fucking clearly.

The only new name in the system was one 'Arin Hanson.’ Dan scrolled down, scanning the information until his eyes caught on the order’s description. 'Full upper arm. Sailor Moon wand with the words 'Fight Like A Girl’ in swirly lettering. Maybe some flowers or sparkles surrounding it.’

He glanced back at Ross, who was busy licking his fingers off. Dan’s frown deepened. “You tinkered with the database too? Really?”

Ross stared at him a second, fingers frozen, before dropping his hand. “You- dude, that’s what he ordered! Fucking call him or something! I don’t know!” He snatched up the bowl off almonds and ducked into the back room, and Dan sighed. Great, now Ross was gonna be annoyed with him the rest of the day.

He turned back to the computer, eyes skimming the words again. Ross could have easily tampered with the system to make himself appear innocent. He’d done it before when he’d tried to convince him and Barry that Mike Hock was a real client. Not that they’d been fooled, but he’d proven himself willing to fuck with their system for shits and giggles.

On the other hand, Ross was being truthful. He’d never directly or deliberately fucked with a client before. The most he’d done was scare people entering during Halloween by wearing a werewolf mask. And even Dan had participated. But going so far as to design a tattoo as a prank? That was a bit far.

Dan’s fingers drummed on the metal as he tried to decide what to do. He could call the guy. Say he was confirming his appointment. It was still a few weeks away so he’d probably buy it. And doing so would give Dan more piece of mind than just speculating.

He scrolled back up, eyes locking on Arin’s phone number. He could just do it. Call him, ask, and be done with it. No harm done, right?

With a heavy sigh, Dan grabbed the landline from the corner of the desk and input the number on the screen. As it rang, Dan continued tapping his fingers, eyes scanning over the rest of his information. His attention caught on his address, which was less than a block away. He snorted. Talk about convenience over quality.

Dan heard the ringing end abruptly and a few seconds went by before he heard a quiet, “Hello?”

“Mr.Hanson?” Dan asked, leaning against the desk as he switched his voice to 'business mode.’

“Yeah, that’s me,” The voice said.

“This is Dan Avidan from Accept My Tat. I’m calling to confirm your appointment.” Dan snatched up a pen from the side of the keyboard and began twirling it between his fingers. Might as well act more like a fuckin secretary while he’s at it. “You scheduled an 8:30 am appointment for the 27th, correct?”

“Yup,” He paused for several seconds. “That it?”

“Just one more thing, Mr.Hanson.” Dan grabbed the mouse and scrolled back down. He described the tattoo listed in the description as he tapped the pen against the desk. “Is that correct, as well.”

“Yeah, that’s uh, what I told the guy anyway. Except for the swirly lettering, but that sounds pretty cool. He’s gonna add that in, right?”

Dan blinked, pulling the phone away from his ear to stare at the receiver. His eyes flickered to the computer, then back to the curtain Ross had disappeared behind. Well, fuck, he had been telling the truth. He couldn’t believe it.

After a few seconds of just staring at the phone, Dan slowly put the receiver back to his ear.

“Uh yeah, he’s actually finished the piece already. It’s very swirly.” Dan shook his head. Who the fuck even was this guy?

“Oh, awesome! I can’t wait to see it.” Arin’s voice suddenly picked up, excited. “I’ve been wanting to get this done for a while, and I’m so glad I can finally afford it.”

“If… If you don’t mind me asking,” Dan said, unable to stop himself. “Why exactly did you want to get this tattoo?”

When Arin went silent, however, Dan felt like smacking himself with the pen. Idiot. It was probably super personal, like a sister that died or something, and he just couldn’t keep his curiosity in check. Fuck, he was usually better about this sort of thing. Why was he so damn curious now?

“I just…” Arin started, pausing again, and Dan opened his mouth to apologize for prying and tell him he really didn’t have to answer, but Arin spoke again before he could. “I always preferred feminine superheroes and kick-ass characters as a kid. Still do really. And I hold my feminine side pretty close to my heart. So, I dunno, I just wanted something to reflect that, you know?” Arin paused again. “Uh, you still there?”

Dan shook his head, focusing his thoughts back from trying to figure out how the hell this guy even existed. “Oh, yeah, I’m here. That’s…” He took a breath. “That’s really something.” Not at all what he had expected, but damn if he wasn’t intrigued. “We’ll see you on the 27th, alright?”

“Yep,” Arin said. “See you guys then. Tell Ross thanks for doing this. I’m super fuckin pumped.”

Dan quirked a smile and glanced at the curtain again. “I’ll let him know.”

As he hung up, the thought of meeting this strange man went through his mind and Dan quickly found himself wondering what this guy looked like. He was willing to bet he was ridiculously burly and had a shaved head. Or a beanpole with a bad undercut. He glanced down at the phone, then back at the curtain.

“Hey, Barry! Wanna make a bet with me?”

[sheps-shepherd]

Soulmate AU Masterpost

The complete masterpost of all the happenings within the little Soulmate AU I’ve created for myself. While this is mostly for me as the creator to have a place where everything I’ve come up with is conveniently already put together, I do realize that this isn’t the traditional Soulmate AU and some people may have questions. So hopefully any and all questions you may have while we meander along this road will be answered here. If not, feel free to ask me! Talk this AU to me, please.

Also throwing this here so nobody gets scared by the following wall of text, but feel free to use this AU yourself! I go into more detail with the concept of it below, so it’s not fandom-specific. I would love to see other people’s interpretations of it! I don’t care if it’s for a different fandom or even in a fandom I know absolutely nothing about. Tag me in that shit.

ALSO WE HAVE ART NOW. CHECK IT OUT HERE. IT’S SUPER PRETTY. MEGA ULTRA THANKS TO ykmchi FOR MAKING IT!

Part 1 / Part 2

A complete list of all works from this universe can be found here

::Updated 03/02/2017::

The Concept:

This is probably the most confusing part of the whole AU, which I understand because I kinda made it to be that way. When you think of a Soulmate AU, you think of cliché prompts like only being able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes, or any marks you make on your skin show up on your soulmate’s skin and vice versa, or you and your soulmate have some kind of tattoo or marking that match. The latter was the original idea behind what became Pistanthrophobia, which in itself was meant to be a present for my dear friend, which meant it had to be the most cheesy, cliché thing I could come up with. But once I actually sat down and started working on it, I decided I wanted to take it up a notch. I tried to explain what I was going after within the story, but I don’t know how well I did from an outside standpoint.

To my knowledge, there’s never been a Soulmate AU like this one, so let me give you all the run-down:

In this universe, soulmates do exist, but you have no way of knowing who exactly your soulmate is. While tattoos are involved, they mean little when it comes to your soulmate’s identity. Tattoos in this universe aren’t meant to match up between soulmates, which is why Luke’s tattoo is a moon and Asch’s is a bird. They aren’t meant to be the same. Rather, an individual gets a tattoo that reminds them of the person they believe to be their soulmate.

Because that’s how the game goes; you pick your soulmate. Whether or not you make a good choice is luck of the draw. In Pistanthrophobia, it’s mentioned that Guy has a soulmate tattoo as well, but he and the other person (who really doesn’t have an identity, but him going through his relationship experience was important to Luke’s story) ended up breaking things off. Because I apparently love beating up on poor Guy, he unfortunately made the wrong choice, and the person he thought was his soulmate to the point where he got a tattoo for them turned out to not be his soulmate after all. The same goes for Asch and Natalia’s previous relationship: they thought they were each other’s soulmates and got tattoos together, but that didn’t work out either. Like in reality, tattoos don’t just disappear and you can’t get rid of them. You’re stuck with them. You can get them covered or changed if you really want to, but in this universe, tattoos aren’t something you get for fun. Tattoos mean you have, think you have, or thought you had a soulmate. So even getting a soulmate tattoo covered or changed doesn’t help much, which is why Guy and Asch haven’t done anything to change theirs.

Hopefully I’ll come up with a new addition to this little series that actually shows what I’m about to explain next, and while I don’t want to spoil any potential content, I think I need to explain it here for the sake of clarity.

So while there is no fool-proof way to know if a person is or is not your soulmate, the universe does do you a solid and gives you hints (again y’all haven’t seen this in action yet, so just trust me). You may meet a certain person transparently, like you both happen to be reaching for the same cereal brand at the store or you bump into each other on the street, and the entire interaction seems pretty lifeless and normal and after it’s done you both go about your lives. But maybe, you see that person every time you go to the store, or every time you walk down that particular street. They keep coming back into your life somehow. Maybe after you and this person meet, you see or experience things throughout your daily business that reminds you of them in some way. Someway, somehow, after you unknowingly meet your soulmate, they keep coming back. That’s the best bone the universe is going to throw you there.

BUT. Let’s say you have a situation like Luke and Asch’s. Where, okay, you’re officially going steady with this person and you’re crazy about them and you decided yep, let’s go get a tattoo. If you reach that point then the universe decides okay, have another little bone.

Soulmate tattoos react to the touch of the soulmate. I actually did reference this idea in Pistanthrophobia, where Luke describes the tattoo as “burning” whenever Asch’s touch gets close to it, or when Asch shivers whenever Luke touches the shoulder his tattoo is on, or when Luke’s tattoo again burns when he’s aroused during his and Asch’s first time. So if the tattoo is sensitive to the other person’s touch, that’s a good sign of a soulmate; however, like everything else in this universe, it’s not fool-proof. See Exhibit Guy.

::This is where the non-fandom-specific stuff ends, so if you found this through the prompts tag, you’ll probably wanna stop here. The following information is all specific to the fandom I used this AU in::

Luke’s “Anxiety”:

This was the big reason I was worried about throwing this idea out there. I know I made Luke a very anxious person. I did that purposely. But, my goal wasn’t for Luke to have any kind of anxiety disorder. He’s just really scared and confused about love and he’s afraid of doing the wrong thing. He second guesses himself a lot and gets stuck inside his head. That’s part of who he is, but I didn’t want it to come across as him having some kind of anxiety disorder. I was afraid any readers who did have anxiety issues or disorders would therefore be offended by the way I made him out to be, which of course was the last thing I wanted. As of now, I haven’t gotten any complaints about him, rather the feedback I got that did involve his anxiousness was positive. Just so we’re clear though, let me give you a quick explanation on our favorite little redhead and his commitment issues.

While I don’t have an exact backstory drawn up for them yet, Guy and Luke are of course best friends. Guy moves into his own apartment once he graduates high school, which is a few years before Luke does. Luke doesn’t have a good home life, so he spends most of his time hanging around Guy’s place when he’s not in school (they’ll eventually move in together, once Luke graduates). So as expected, they are mega super ultra bestie goals. It also means that Luke is around for just about the entirety of Guy’s failed relationship. Luke is the person Guy called crying outside his ex-boyfriend’s place after having just walked in on said ex-boyfriend cheating on him, and Luke was the one who went and picked him up and brought him home.

The problem was, it was always Guy looking after Luke. Now suddenly it was the other way around. Luke was the one who had to help Guy down this hella rocky road. Remember, Guy was with this dude for three years. He crashed into break-up city hard. It took him a while to pull himself back together. And Luke was there for it all. No way would he leave Guy by himself after that. But all of this happens while Luke is still in high school. He’s still pretty young, doesn’t know a whole lot about love because he’s never been close to being in it, and what he thought he knew about it he learned from Guy. Then it turns out to all be wrong. Guy is pretty much Luke’s everything at this point; in Luke’s eyes Guy knows everything, so finding out that Guy was wrong really messes with Luke’s head. That’s why, in Pistanthrophobia, Luke swears off soulmates. He doesn’t want to be hurt the way Guy was, nor does he want Guy to have to help him through it the way he did for Guy. It’s a defense mechanism that never gets shut off because he never sees a relationship work out – remember, I said that Luke didn’t have a good home life (but when does he ever am I right). So he’s literally never been witness to a healthy, successful relationship.

It also means that Luke isn’t the greatest at actually dealing with relationships romantically. He can hold his own in friendships, he’s a little social butterfly, but anything further than that and he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. Asch is his first real relationship so he’s very insecure and out of his comfort zone, which is why we see him freaking out the way he does in, well, both works really. But he’ll be okay, he has Asch and Guy to help him out (Luke and Guy eventually have a heart to heart about what happened during Guy’s breakup, and they both cry a lot but they also hug a lot and they end up okay).

***Because I can never decide between long and short haired Luke, he’s both in this AU. For the longest time his hair was long. When he graduated high school, he decided to cut it, and he kept it short for years. One day, Asch saw a picture of him with long hair from way back when and made a comment about how much he liked Luke with long hair. Luke just brushed that off (and made a point to start growing his hair back out). 

Titles:

I’m honestly so damn proud of the theme I’ve got going for these works. I wanted something kind of obscure, that people were going to look at and say “what the even heck” and go Google search it, because those are the kinds of titles I like, where once you look them up, all of a sudden the story has a whole new meaning. For the sake of this masterpost, I’ll give y’all what I have so far, but the rest is on your own. No more freebies.

The entire series on AO3 is titled “Gamophobia”, which is the fear of commitment, whether by a romantic relationship or by marriage.

“Pistanthrophobia” is the fear of trusting others.

“Isolophobia” is the fear of being left alone.

So hopefully, should you go back and re-read those two installments, you’ll see another side of the story, assuming you didn’t already look up the titles and do so.

Now that doesn’t go to say that Luke (I’m calling him out specifically because he’s our main little hero in this series as opposed to Asch) necessarily has these phobias. Phobias are extreme fears, and typically require therapy, medication, and other forms of help in order to deal with them. Luke has issues, but they’re all personal. He doesn’t need to be on special medication or see a therapist to live his life. We all have our fair share of panic attacks and anxiety issues, whether we have disorders and/or phobias or not. However, Luke does have trust and commitment issues and they do affect how he lives. Refer back to Luke’s “Anxiety”.

Asch Lorelei:

Asch’s story isn’t exactly relevant to this series yet, but the only other work I have this explained in is currently not posted anywhere. So when this does become relevant, I can direct people here and already have it typed up and explained all nice and neat.

Now, let me say that I am complete and utter garbage. If I see the AschLuke pairing and they happen to be brothers with the same surname and the same parents (as in a parallel to the game), you can bet your ass I’m gonna hit it up. Personally, though, that’s not a relationship I feel comfortable writing. So, when I write them, they’re never related (and honestly their near identical appearances are never explained or questioned but honestly that’s not why any of us are here). Naturally I had to come up with some kind of alternate life for one of them. Allow me:

Asch Lorelei was born an only child to Luke and Yulia Lorelei (Asch finds it kind of endearing that his boyfriend and his father have the same first name. He won’t ever admit it, but it makes him believe he and Luke meeting was fate, somehow). The Lorelei family lives in Baticul, Kimlasca, where Luke Lorelei (who goes simply by Lorelei) is the head of the city council and Yulia is a former choir teacher who keeps herself busy volunteering around the city. Childbirth was hard on Yulia and her health never quite returned to the way it should be for her age, so after Asch was born, she quit her job and stayed home with him. Asch is a complete and utter momma’s boy. He’ll deny it until the day he dies, but he can’t hide how much he cares for her. He and his father have a good relationship, though they butt heads a lot since they’re both stubborn as hell. Yulia keeps peace between them for the most part because she has them both wrapped around her finger. Overall, they’re a happy little family and Asch grew up love and cared for.

Soulmate AU specific info: Unlike Luke, Asch has grown up with a prime example that soulmates do exist – his parents. He grew up being promised that someday he would find his soulmate, and he was never given a reason not to believe that. Until Natalia happened. He was the one who broke that off, and he felt horrible. He felt like he had betrayed not only Natalia, but his parents. It took him a long time to get over that. The only person he’s ever truly talked that out with is Natalia herself because he felt like he owed it to her. Otherwise, he doesn’t like to talk about it, and avoids the subject in general. He never brings up his tattoo; he only tells Luke about it when he asks. But what he said in Pistanthrophobia does hold water: he doesn’t regret getting the tattoo for Natalia, because even though he realized he didn’t love her romantically, he still cares for her a lot. While Guy outright admits getting his tattoo was a mistake, Asch is glad that of all the people he could have made such a mistake with, it was Natalia, and their tattoos can still be meaningful.

Fun fact: Anxious little Luke actually got his tattoo before Asch did. Luke got his around the seventh month mark. Asch didn’t get his until the eleventh month, one month before their first year anniversary. He wanted to be sure that he was really in love this time, so he wouldn’t do to Luke what he did to Natalia.

Tattoos: 

A list of each character’s tattoos and where they are located.

LUKE’S tattoo is on his right hip, kind of in the front where the hip becomes the thigh. ((From Pistanthrophobia: In dark red ink, a crescent moon shone against his fair skin, with arcs of dots hanging from it like curtains. The moon was placed in a sea of little stars that decorated his flesh in a diamond pattern...))

ASCH’S first tattoo (Natalia’s) is on his left forearm, positioned so that the arrowhead is pointing towards his wrist. ((From Pistanthrophobia: It was surprisingly simple as far as soulmate tattoos went. There was no intricate detail or mesmerizing pattern, just the line art of the arrow decorating his skin.)) His second tattoo (Luke’s) is on the back of his left shoulder, and it pretty much takes up that entire area. ((From Pistanthrophobia: ...a bird, its wings spread wide in flight as it soared across his skin. It was inked in dark blue.))

GUY’S tattoo is on his right collarbone. It’s a pattern of four silver stars ascending from the sternal end of his collarbone up to his shoulder. The first and third stars are filled in; the second and fourth ones are outlined. 

As of now, that’s all the information I have that I felt needed to be explained. Again, if you have any other questions or comments about this AU, don’t be afraid to ask! This is my everything right now and I would love to gush about it per any prompting.

[theno1noahpuckerman]

Jeck-Jess-x-Puck

Tagging: Noah Puckerman x Jessica Martin

Where: Puck and Jess’s room.

contents: Puck’s first arrival into the island, just Random Jess and Puck bonding times

Puck:

Puck paced around the living area his nerves were on the fritz, he was anxious, he felt a little nauseous  being in a strange place, not knowing if his sister was okay not knowing if he was going to see her again and trying to figure out what had happened from the time he walked out of his apartment and into this world. Was this that one place with that goat man and the snow bitch. He sure hoped not eternal winter would seem annoying. He just about jumped when he heard someone stirring. "Shit, who are you?" He asked the woman hoping this time she would actually answer him this time.May 4, 2020

Jess:

Today the former rock star dawned blue hair; head cocked to the side as she took a long drag from her cigarette. "Jessica Martin, also known as Jess Diabolus, Princess of Darkness leader singer of the group Female Antichrist. A feminist alt rock band with a satanic flavor. Part time Scream Queen, been in a couple B movies. But now I am a switch, and have no idea what my live entails. " another drag of the cigarette as she yawned. "And you sir????"

Puck:

Puck blinked. "Okay...well your majesty, Princess of darkness perhaps you care to tell me where I am? if this is hell are you the one whose gonna torture me for eternity then I am very much okay with this. Noah Puckerman. Switch I guess, Busser and future action movie star and #1 badass." He claimed.

Jess:

"Ohhh I like that. Your Majesty, maybe I should have people call me that instead of Miss Martin. That was totally my Mom." smoke plumed from her lips, as she leaned back into her chair. "I don't think think this is hell." she giggled a little bit at the flirtatious comment, playfully her tongue stuck out. "And I only torture with consent lovely. But I promise, it is a good time for all." long fake eyelashes fluttered in his direction as she snuffed out her cigarette out. "From what I gather this is a pocket dimension; seperate from our world. The how and why of that, I am not sure. still working on those calculations.....And while I may not be your torturer as of yet, I am your roommate. So, shall we drink some champange ....get to know each other?"

Puck

Puck raised a brow. "Oh? so you want me to call you 'You Majesty or Miss Martin then?' He wondered and laughed. "Well how do I know I'm not? but I guess whatever this is could be worse. " He said "Whoa well do we at least get a Tardis? Then this would be worth it." He claimed and he chuckled. "That's good to know maybe i'll take you up on that one of these days." He winked at her and he nodded. "Alright sure I can use one, thank you and hopefully you can tell me more about this place. deal?" He suggested.

Jess:

"You my good Pucky, are allowed to call me Jess, or J. For now anyway." Laughter tumbled from her lips, as she got up and and got two glasses. She poured them both glasses, before sitting back down. "Doctor Who fan? I might be myself.....I'm a sucker for a time travel." she offered him his glass. "I don't know much. Spent my first week here drunk. Hit on seriously everyone with a pulse. Mega embarassing. But what I have so far is we were transported into this pocket dimension. It has a mix between an authoritian and bondage and domination rule? Also like add a splash of Orwellian nightmare......That is totally what we are living in right now. The rest we're gonna have to figure out together.

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Jess:

There was a pout on the glittered up satanic bombshells face. "I cant decide what bikini to weeeaarrr....." she held up to glasses of whiskey. "Help me?" 

Puck:

Puck laughed. "Yeah sure, I'll help Jess." He told her as he walked over to her and took one of the glasses. "Alright, show me the options, beautiful." He prompted with a nod to her room. "Or did you want me to wait out here, put on a bit of a show for me?" He asked with a wink.

Jess:

She smiled as her head cocked to the side. Noah really was growing to be one of her favorite people. Glitter painted lips took a sip of her glass. Easily she slipped into a pose and smiled. "Do you wanna show big boy? Cause I can give you a show." she teased back, giving him a gentle nudge towards the couch.

Puck:

Puck looked over at her before moving to sit on the couch. He laughed. "Is that not what I said but come on you asked for my opinion and as an ex poolboy I might just have a good eye for swim wear now, come on, Jess."

Jess:

She popped into her room, head popped out for a moment. "Oh your in for it!" in a little bit she popped out in a neon blue string bikinni. With a bounce in her step as she strutted into the room. Body still decorated with glitter, and still dripped with her regular diamond necklaces. the ones she hadn't taken off since she bought them with her first check the band made. she was happy she hadn't left them at home. As for the bikini , t was certianly revealing albiet rather plane. "This is like an old faithful...Shows a lot of skin...but I feel like it has no umph....I mean I have my jewerly and the glitter.....but I feel like I should be head to two umph you know?" she did a little spin and a bounce.

Puck:

Puck tilted his head and smirked. "Oh is that right?" He laughed and gave her a once over when she walked out well maybe it's good. You don't want to distract from what you already have, beautiful but turn around and smirked as she bounced. "You know what? I like it."

Jess:

Laughter tumbled from her lips as she bounced next to him. She leaned against him, her head on his shoulder and sighed. "Thanks for putting up with my eccentricities.... You are a good egg."

Puck:

Puck shook his head. "It's fine, Jess I could have ended up with a worst Roommate. You aren't so bad and thanks for calling me an egg."He teased. "But honestly I think you'll be fine. I can't wait for this party it'll be nice make a few friends here besides you and guess me and Sebastian are friends" He said thoughtfully. "Or I guess drinking buddies don't know if that counts. " He smirked.

Jess: 

"Ugh, same. I finally feel like Im getting into a groove here. Like people are finally starting to see me. Not me being somebody's ex girlfriend." she smiled as she got up and began to peel off the bathing suit. "Okay I have at least one more I want you to see." she popped back into her room. Only to come back in a crystal studded bikini. "Too much? And also tell me about this Sébastian...."

Puck:

Puck nodded his understanding at that. "Oh I get that, glad they are seeing you I mean how can people not see you.  of course, I sort of aways grooved to my own tune. " He nodded as he watched her leaving admiring her back side and smiled when she walked out. "No I like that one, it's awesome and Sebastian? you never met him before? Well dudes pretty cool bought me tacos my first night" He smiled at her.

Jess:

She flopped down next to him again, now that her wardrobe has been decided. His kind words brought a smile to her face, and she leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Im glad your my roommate. No I haven't. I upset him a lil bit in chat though. Cause i said cum cow...." she snuggled up against him.May 10, 2020

Puck:

"Well likewise, your royal Darkyness." He snorted as he heard what she said. "A cum cow?Okay that is that best thing I've heard." Puck wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "So how is that bakery of yours coming along?"May 11, 2020

Jess:

Laughter tumbled from her lips, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Right? I didnt think it was that bad.. " she smiled as she looked up at him. "If i work two jobs for a month... And save up capital..theyll let me open it. How exciting is that?"

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Jess:

Jess had cooked several batches of brookies upon request of the residents. It amazed her they never had the concotion before. It was a personal favorite of hers. Brght pink hair was wrapped up in a messy but and she was wearing an over sized t-shirt that said ' Antichrist Super Star'. With a bottle of cheap champange in one hand, and brookies in the other she made her way into his room. With a small smile, she placed her goodies next to the bed. "Are you ready for the supreme cuddle monster?" @Mega(Tanner, Spice Motta)

Puck:

Puck was unsure how to take Shane being here but for now Jess had offered him sweets. He laughed as he took in her wardrobe. "Hm, I like it." He nodded. "Yeah I'm more then ready for the cuddle monster. He took one of the treats and you know if you still need money for that bakery of yours maybe I'll put in a little donation.

Jess:

She wasn't wearing make up, after all she was just laying in the other room. Most people she wouldn't allow to see her like this. But, Puck was different. When he said she liked it, she smiled and posed. Once she finished posing, she climbed into the bed with him. Arms wrapped around him from behind, and she leaned her chin on his shoulder. "I'm big spoon." she giggled sweetly.May 12, 2020

Puck:

Puck followed her into the room and moved to lay down next to her with a bit of sigh. He let her hug him and sighed. "Thank you, Love." He laughed as he relaxed at the feeling of the girls arms around him. "I really did need this, so my sister, huh? So weird huh?" He shook his head as he let out a breathe he felt he had been holding in all day but there was still a knot in his stomach.

Jess:

"It's no problem. It's what I'm here for." She pulled him closer, tighter. Gently she placed a soft kiss against his cheek. "Yeah. But that is the thing about living in a pocket dimension sweetness. She could be your sister from another dimension, or another time line. We have no idea. The mutilverse is quite large..." acrlyic nails began to run up and down his arm gently. "Even so, it's alot to deal with I know."May 17, 2020

Puck:

Puck shook his head with a laugh. "Well, I guess I got lucky I was given you as a roommate, Jessicakes." He frowned a little. "Not sure if it makes it any better but she did know my dad's name so maybe but it certainly is kinda getting a bit crowded here, isn't it?" He replied and closed his eyes enjoying her touch. "But I'm not even really mad at her it's just never really tried to think about my dad's 'other family'. So it's weird being stuck on an island with one of them." He told her.Message #jeck-jess-and-puck