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senseiwu · 2 years ago

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BRIIIIIIIIII can u tell me about wu. headcanons. favorite pictures. ships. random facts. your own AUs. ANYTHING. LAV U <3

I'm sorry I answered this a little late, I was hoping to type up a nice coherent answer on my computer, but,, you said anything so,, mind I ramble? 👉👈🥺 I love this silly old man

Sorry if it's a little incoherent

Headcanons. Okay, so. He has golden eyes. He's associated with yellow and gold a lot, because of creation, but he prefers another colour. Not sure what.

Man's super short. Like, 150cm. Here is him next to Ray and Maya.

He's very fit, but not super toned and muscular. However much you'd need to be doing what he does.

More headcanons... like his dad and brother, he can purr, and is more flexible than most people. (Cause, yknow. The old fandom thing of dragon + oni= cat), and they also all have soft, floofy hair (an Oni trait). Because the dragon side is more dominant in him, he's relatively cold-blooded, and more susceptible to the cold than most people. (Makes having an extra warm best friend/boyfriend even better 🤭)

A more serious headcanon, he was relatively closed off after his father died. He was always more of an introvert, but Iza dying made the realisation hit him, that he's going to outlive people. He didn't really have many friends, until Ray basically decided this dude needed a friend. Ray got him to move past this fear, to live enjoying the now, rather than fearing the possibilities of the future. I think I worded that right. Anyway, they've been super close ever since. Unless it's an AU with Goldsmith, the only other person he's even remotely that close to is Misako.

There's only one more HC I can think of at the moment, and that's that he enjoys creative things, like art and stuff. His element probably plays a bit into that. He used to really like to paint, but doesn't do it much anymore. (There was a book that said Misako liked to paint... maybe they'd paint together and chat and have tea,,,)

Favourite pictures,, ough,, these are probably some of my favourites :)

Ships... I have quite a few for him hfhdjdje

There's the obvious ones, like Wusako, Spark, Goldsmith (AND. COMBINING THOSE. idk what their name would be, but,, maya/misako/ray/wu,,,), Waith (I think I've also seen it called Hopeshipping, which just makes me 🥺🥺🥺🥺), Wu/Libber, which one of my friends dubbed "CreativeShock". I'm sure that there's probably some more I might have forgotten.

I may have accidentally given him kids for three of those ships- Accidentally, because they all just popped into my head and refused to leave

I don't know if I have any random facts at the moment... apparently his favourite tea is white tea. Which I believe is the least processed type of tea. I think that might’ve been said in Wu's Teas, though, so take it was a grain of salt. (Or, since we're talking about tea.... a grain of sugar? :D)

I have,,, so many AUs focusing on him.... theres

Glacier dads au. Where Cole and Zane take baby Wu during S0G and go into hiding and just. Become his dads. It's very soft and sweet, most of the time.

Mermaid AU. Wu is a mermaid, as well as his family. He befriends, and TOTALLY doesn't fall for two humans (Ray and Maya). (But it turns out, Maya actually has mermaid ancestry, and eventually, can change forms between human and mermaid (she's an octopus mermaid, I can't remember the proper name at the moment.))

There's also a future part of that AU, where they're adults and have three kids and a house that's partially underwater. The kids can all change forms at will too. Nya is a regular mermaid, and Kai and Lar are octopi like their mama)

Band AU. Wus in an up and coming rock band with Ray, Maya, Lilly and Libber. They're called "Elements of Creation" or something, but I don't think they actually have powers fhdjsjm. This AU also has Goldsmith. They also have a little tuxedo cat whose name I forgot that Maya found and they rescued as a kitten.

Ice skater AU. Wu and Ray are together, and are figure skaters. However, duo competitions tend to be between male and female duos, so they search for another couple to have some partners for completions. Enter Maya and Misako. Begin them all falling in love 🤭

Family AU. An AU that goes along with the timeline of the show, the biggest difference being that Maya, Ray and Wu are all married. Kai and Nya live with Wu in the monastery after Ray ans Maya get taken away. Before being taken away, though, Maya had found out that she was pregnant again. She didn't get to tell her husbands before Krux took her and Ray while Wu was away, though :(

HAPPY Family AU. An alternate version of Family AU that branches off at around the time of Garmadon's banishment. He doesn't get banished, Ray and Maya don't get taken, and as little angst as possible happens. Lar gets to grow up with his siblings, who get to grow up with all three of their parents. Zane and Morro also get adopted. The kids get to spend lots of time with their cousin Lloyd. Oh, Ray's mother is also still alive, so the kids have their grandma! They call her Nanny :) that's what we called my paternal grandma, and. I think autumn deserves that honour :)

Alternate Timeline AU. Garmadon doesn't sign Wu's letter, and this event prompts him to leave Chen. Wu and Misako adopt Morro, and get married. Jun is in this AU :)

That's all the recent ones I can think of off the top of my head. There's also the LCA AU, Canon Divergent AU and Fantasy AU, but I haven't really touched those in years. OH and the Superhero AU. I'd like to get back to some of those but. Idk they kinda make me cringe since they're from like. Four years ago.

OH he's also heavily involved in Single Mamasako AU. He helps Misako with Lloyd whenever he can, even when he starts training the ninja. ....there's also an alternate version of that AU where he and Misako get together,, and I have also been thinking of a kinda AU that goes along with the show, where they become a thing .... around after s10? Idk I only thought of it the other day because. I love them. Wusako is cute and I'm tired of pretending it's not.

...okay I think. I've rambled enough dhdjsje sorry. I just. I love Wu and he occupies my thoughts constantly.

Love you too friend 💖💖

I only have one wu hug gif 💔

#asks #ninjago #sensei wu #sorry if this isnt what you had in mind 😅

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1idfreak · 1 day ago

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Character Profile: Regina (OC)

Regina is my OC for my Human!SBSP AU. I created her based on a mini SpongeBob comic I read once and I liked the idea of Sheldon having a baby of his own to raise.

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General Information

First name: Regina Middle name: Jade Surname: Plankton Date of "birth": 03/06/2010 Nationality: Scottish/ South African // same as parent

Gender: Female (she/ her) // Should be same as parent, but Sheldon changed it by accident Sexuality: Demiromantic/ Bisexual // Follows parent's sexual preferences, but slightly altered - the only robots she knows are her mother and brother, she could never even think of them differently

Current residence: Bikini Relationship status: N/A Social status: middle class

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Physical Appearence

Height: 1.55 m Weight: 45 kg Eye colour: red // both her eyes work perfectly, a detail that reveals Sheldon's eye condition is not genetic Skin colour: white Distinguishing features: N/A Build of body: skinny Hair colour: black Hair style: short bangs, hair styled in two pigtails or braids Tattoos: N/A Piercings: single piercings on earlobes Typical clothing: Purple T-shirt with three yellow stars, green pleated skirt, black and white striped tights and red mary janes

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Personality

Likes:

watching movies and documentaries

drawing/ painting

playing/ listening to music

spending time with her friends

Dislikes: when her parents are arguing // which is quite often Education: first year of High School // 2024-2025

Fears:

whales

that she might lose her dad one day

Personal goals: be a rockstar

General attitude:

kind

rebellious

curious

General intelligence: extremely intelligent // she's Sheldon's clone, after all General sociability: quite social, but a bit shy in front of strangers

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Health

Illnesses: borderline personality disorder (BPD) // inherited from parent Sleeping habits: doesn't get enough sleep, because she stays up late and listens to music, dreaming of the day she has her own band Energy level: relatively high, she's a quite active teen Eating habits: Sheldon always tried his best to provide her all the nutrients, but her meals were always very simple Memory: she has a pretty decent memory, but it's only perfect when it comes to things she enjoys Unhealthy habits: she already started drinking coffee and low-alcohol beverages, like apple cider

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Relationships

Parents:

Sheldon J. Plankton // (only) biological parent

Karen Plankton // robotic (step)mother

Siblings:

Chip Plankton II // robotic (step)brother

probably some people she'll never meet // half-siblings/ nephews/ nieces

Enemies: N/A Children: N/A Friends: // she has some friends I haven't developed yet Best friend: Julia // not developed yet Important friends/relatives: her dad, who is her only biological relative she knows of Love interest: N/A

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Others

Occupation: High School student Current home: the Chum Bucket

Favourite types of food:

Krabby Patties (she is restricted from take-away, but she is allowed to eat in-house)

Chinese takeaway

Favourite types of drink: bubble tea and apple cider

Hobbies/ past times:

going to the cinema

drawing/ painting

making kandi bracelets

listening to or even playing music

Guilty pleasures: N/A Pets: an one-eyed rescue dog, Spot // probably a Jack Russel

Talents:

singing

drawing

playing electric guitar, bass and synthesizer // Sheldon taught her

Favourite colours: Purple, black and green

Favourite types of music:

various types of metal, mainly metalcore and nu metal

alternative rock

grunge

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Notes:

She was created by accident, when Sheldon was testing a cloning machine. He didn't expect it to work, so when he came face to face with a woman that could be his twin sister, he panicked and turned her into a baby to win himself some time.

Sheldon and Karen decided to hide the fact that she was a clone, so they made up a story about finding her on their droorstep, with a note from the mother, claiming it was Sheldon's child, but no other information.

Regina still doesn't know the truth about her "mother", because Sheldon couldn't find a way to explain to her the truth or even lying without hurting her, so he always dodges the question with "I'll tell you when you're older"

Coming from an abusive household, Sheldon always tries to provide Regina the life he never had. He may be a horrible role model, encouraging bad behaviours and all, but he tries his best to be a good dad.

#She's my baby #Portrait coming soon hopefully #character profile #Regina Plankton #OC #demiromantic #bisexual #spongebob human au #sheldon j plankton #spongebob squarepants

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uhlatcha · 10 months ago

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ROCK WITH U - SEVENTEEN 70s AU - CHAPTER TWO: BAD LIAR

WATTPAD | AO3 | PLAYLIST | ROCK WITH YOU MASTERLIST

FANDOMS: SEVENTEEN

PAIRING: KMG X OC | CSC X OC | JWW X OC

WORDS:4448

GENRE: FANFIC, ROMCOM, DRAMA, 70s AU, ROCK BAND AU

NOTES: SOOOOO... I am really stupid and just realised I posted chapter three before I posted this one???? So, if you felt that a lot of information seemed off about the last chapter, that's why. In my defense: I am overworking lately, so... my bad. Also... I HAVE ADHD. So let's pretend I am not dumb and move on.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, ANY FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOME.

TAGLIST: @gaslysainz

CHAPTER TWO- BAD LIAR

Spring Of 1979 - A Few Weeks Before The Lucky Ones Tour.

"So, the contract it's not for the whole tour?" Seungcheol asked. He was sitting across from his friend in the apartment living room. Jeonghan was sitting on the floor, Hoshi and Seungkwan were right beside him, while Cheol, Vernon and Wonwoo were on the couch, Mingyu was leaning by the sinking in the kitchen, listening from a far while he did the last night dishes, since someone had to do it and the others didn't look very fond of it.

Jeonghan nodded, sighing in disappointment.

"The contract only covers the US part of the tour." He explained "Woozi said we can renew the contract if the audience likes us," he added.

"That's easy, everyone will love us." Hoshi said confidently.

"I usually hate to agree with Hoshi, but this time I have to." Seungkwan commented, receiving an ugly stare from the blonde one.

"Don't be so confident, there's more." Jeonghan said, catching the contract from Cheol's hands. He found the clause he was looking for and read it out loud.

"What does it mean?" Hoshi asked.

"This means they can kick us out whenever they want If we don't behave." Wonwoo explained.

"Can they, do it?" Hoshi asked.

"Yes, they can, dumb ass. That's what this document is for." Jeonghan said, annoyed. "So unfortunately, if you want to go on a world tour, and sign with the label, you will have to behave during the US tour."

Seungkwan sighed.

"We are fucked." he murmured.

"C'mon, we can do it." Vernon said. "I mean... It's just a few months so we can have the life of our dreams."

"Vernon is right, it's a small effort in comparison to what we will gain." Cheol agreed. "But is an effort that all of us had to compromise to do."

"I'm in." Wonwoo said, putting his hand on the center of the table, with an encouraging smile.

Vernon smiled, then put his hand I've Wonwoo's. Cheol and Jeonghan did the same, then Seungkwan. Hoshi took a deep breath but did the same.

"Hey wait for me!" Mingyu who was finishing the dishes protested "You all can't have a moment like this without including me" he said, sulking while running to the living room.

His hands were still wet when he put them over Hoshi's hand.

"1,2,3 say the name" Cheol said.

"SEVENTEEN." They all screamed, raising their hands together.

"Okay then." Jeonghan said, getting serious very suddenly "Let's sign the deal."

******

"You spend too much time around here." Tea said, opening the studio door to found Joshua with his guitar working in something new. Even though they had just dropped a successful album and going on a tour to perform it, Joshua was already working in new songs. And Tea couldn't fight with him about it, since she was doing the exact same thing, but different from him, she preferred to work from home.

"Please, I know you are a workaholic too, you are just better at hiding it." He spoke. "I bet you already have a full album ready for the next comeback."

She didn't deny. Just came closer to him to analyze what was he working on.

"Well, that looks really good, but you know what else looks good?" She asked him.

"I don't know, what?" He retorted.

"Lunch with a cute girl." She said, with a big smile.

"And who's that girl?" he teased her.

"C'mon, Shua." She said, pouting.

"I just ate, darling." He said, "You are a little too late, Woozi got me first."

"Dammit." She cursed. "I hate to eat alone."

"Some of the Seventeen boys are here working on their album, why don't you invite them for dinner, miss congeniality?"

"Which members are here?" She asked, curious.

"The red haired and the weird one." Shua explained.

"They are all weird." She pointed out "Be more specific."

"The quite weird one." He explained, and she automatically thought about Wonwoo. Even though he wasn't by far the weirdest of them all, but the quietest. "The one with the New York accent." Shua added, making her change her mind.

"Oh, they are the ones who look the nicest, I'll go after them but are you sure you don't want to come? Have some french toast...?"

"French toast for lunch? I would love that, can you bring me some when you come back?" Shua asked.

"Who said I'm coming back?" She teased him.

"Me. You're coming back to bring me french toast, and because I'll give you a ride home, because you have no driver's license."

"Fair." She said, rolling her eyes "See you later, babe."

She blew him a kiss and left, going down the highways to the hall, to ask Suzie, the receptionist, where the Seventeen boys were. But she didn't have too, because she bumped into Wonwoo while he came out of one on the rooms.

"Sorry." He said, holding her by the shoulders so she wouldn't lose her balance. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." She said smiling. " I'm okay. It was good to bump in you, I was looking for your friends."

"Mingyu is not here." He spoke.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Why would he think she was looking for Mingyu?

"I was actually looking for the red haired one, and the other guitarist." She explained.

"Seungkwan and Vernon?" He asked.

"Sorry, I'm not good with names. Will take me some time to remember everyone's names."

"Mine is Wonwoo, by the way." He commented, putting his hand on his pockets.

"I know." She said "I remember your name. It's a very simple, and cute name."

"Not as cute as yours." He said, very confidently, then blushed when she looked at him, surprised with the comment. "I guess. Hum... I must go now, Seungkwan and Vernon are in the room I just left."

"I was going to invite then to lunch, do you want to join?" She asked him.

"I have something scheduled now, Myabe next time." He said, apologizing.

"Ah, okay then." She said, "See you."

Wonwoo just smiled politely and left. Tea was really surprised at him being so flirty, she didn't expect it from him. But she just ignored the fact and knocked on the door before entering.

The redhead boy was sitting by the mixing table, beside one of the new sound engineers who smiled very nightly to her. Everyone in the company were very polite and gentle with her and Mya, which was great, since a lot of people who worked in the music industry seemed to despise women,

"Oh hi!" The redheaded boy said, getting up to greet her, surprised by seeing her. Vernon who was in both, waved to her.

"Hey what are you mates working on?" Tea asked, with a curious smile. Myabe lunch could stay for later, be nosy on the new guys work would be a lot funnier.

******

"This is a new model; the sound system is perfect." The seller at the photography store explained to Mya, showing her a camera.

God, she would kill Joshua. She was at the photography store looking for Tea's present. She and Joshua had agreed to buy the girl a new camera, an upgrade to her photography addiction. Tea got easily bored on tour, and when she got bored, bad things tended to happen when she had nothing to do. So they had to keep her busy.

And that was how the photography thing started, with a Polaroid camera they gifted her in the first tour, and ever since Tea had been talking about cameras all the time, so Joshua suggested was to buy her a new one, Mya agreed, but she didn't know much about cameras, so she didn't know what to buy, and was afraid to totally thrust in the sales man.

So, there she was, alone in the store, in front of the counter staring to a bunch of cameras trying to decide which to buy.

"Excuse me, do you have any 35mm colorful film? I couldn't find any on the shelves." A familiar voice asked the vendor, and made Mya turn around.

"I think I still have some in stock, I will check it out, just give me a second."

"Thank you." Mingyu said, smiling to the seller.

Mya saw the boy just a few times, but she had to admit he was gorgeous. Tan, talk and handsome, Kim Mingyu could have the world in his hand just by smiling at the right person. And that was something he was always doing. She didn't remember not swing him smiling.

"You seem to know what you are doing here." Mya said.

"Hey, what a nice surprise to see you here!" He said,smiling more when he noticed her.

"So..." She started "Are you into photography?"

"You can say that." He shrugged " I'm restocking my 35mm supply for the tour. What about you?"

"I don't know much about all this shit." She explained "I'm here to buy Tea a gift, she is the one who enjoys these things. Shua was supposed to be here and help me, but he didn't show up, so I'm kind of lost here."

"What is her experience level with cameras?" Mingyu asked, getting closer to look at the models Mya was staring at blankly. "Is she familiar with photography or is a new thing?"

"She's manly into Polaroids." Mya explained.

"Domestic cameras then..." He said thoughtfully. "She's more of the click and shoot. You should take her an automatic 35mm. I would recommend this one." He handed her one of the smallest cameras on the counter. "It's not heavy, and is simple to use, very intuitive, and has good quality. I have one of these, it takes very good pictures."

He really looked like he knew what he was talking about, so Mya decided to thrust him.

"This one will be." She announced. Mingyu smiled then the seller was back the next moment with a box that should have Mingyu's order.

"Here are the films." He spoke.

"Good, thank you! I'll take five of these." Mingyu said. "One more thing... Do you happen to have the Olympus Trip in other colors?" He asked, taking the camera from Mya's hands.

"Besides the black we have in orange and yellow." The seller announced.

"I think she would like a more colorful thing." Mingyu suggested "Yellow?"

"Orange is more of her thing." Mya commented.

"Can you please pack an orange Olympus Trip 35 to my friend here?" Mingyu asked the vendor.

"It's a gift." Mya said "So please, wrap it in a gift paper."

The seller nodded and went to the back room to take the camera.

"Do you also happen to know something about video cameras? The seller told me about this one, but I'm not sure about buying it " Mya commented with him.

"I heard some good things about this one, but I don't owe a video camera with sound system, so I can't say much about it."

"Fuck, what is taking you so long? Are you doing this on purpose?" Seungcheol who just arrived by Mingyu's side asked, looking very annoyed.

His posture changed immediately when he saw Mya.

"Oh hi." He said, trying to be polite.

"Sorry for taking so long, I was helping our friend here." Mingyu said.

"It's okay, I didn't know you had company." Cheol said. "Are you stocking for the tour too?"

"Kinda." She said with a yellow smile.

The vendor came back with her package.

"I am also taking the video camera you showed me earlier " she informed the sells man, who started packing the other camera the film for both. When he finished, Mya handed him a check.

"Thank you for the help, Mingyu." Mya said "I owe you a favor."

"Tell Tea I helped, and we are good " he said, winking at her.

Mya raised an eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion.

"Okay then... See you around." She didn't look at Seungcheol while leaving the store, but it didn't take him longer to catch her outside.

"Hey, do you have plans right now?" He asked.

"I sure have, murder plans. I'm going back to the studio to kill Joshua Hong." She explained with a very serious expression.

"Would you mind postponing his death and join me for lunch?" Cheol suggested. "I still didn't get the chance to apologize properly after our first meeting."

Mya stop to think for a second. She was hungry but didn't want to have lunch with him. She had already decided she didn't like him at all. So why give him one more chance when she could feel he was just trying to be a flatterer.

"I'll pay." He said, like that was her worries. She laughed.

"The can I chose the place?" She said with sarcasm.

"Sure." He spoke. " But can I ask if you are driving? I'm with the band van, but I would have to take Mingyu home first, or having him joining us."

"I can drive us." She spoke.

"Good." He said "Give me just a second, I will land him my keys. I'll be back in a second.

She didn't intend to go out with Scoups for lunch, but he didn't seem to catch the irony in her words, so she thought it would be fun to torture him a bit, so she went to take her car in the parking lot of the commercial center, stopping by the entrance of the photography store.

Scoups jaw dropped when he came back to the front of the store and saw the Red Cadillac Eldorado parked in front of it, and Mya retouching her lipstick, that was as red as the car, in the rear-view mirror.

"Are you read?" She asked, turning to him with a smirk, putting in her sunglasses.

Scoups nodded, still shocked by her car. He didn't expect her to have such an expensive and beautiful car. Most women normally drove more discreet cars, but Mya really didn't look a discreet person. He entered the vehicle still a bit shake.

"You are not from California, right? Have you eaten at the Chateau Marmont?" She asked, starting the car.

"No, not really." He admitted. He heard of the place, obviously. But he didn't have enough money or fame to go to a place like that.

"Well... then today is your lucky day." She said, with a mischievous smile.

******

"Actually, I'm in charge of the sad songs." Tea explained.

It had been a while since she started talking to Seungkwan and Vernon. They showed her what they were working on, she gave them some help and advice to make the track better, and now they were talking about the dynamics of both groups.

"Really, you?" Boo was shocked. "I would never imagine; you are always so bright and cheerful. I thought you were the queen of love songs."

"I'm really good with sad and melancholic songs, with a darker vibe." She spoke. "Joshua is the romantic, most of our love songs are his."

"What about Mya?" Vernon asked.

"She writes the most rebellious songs, the party anthems, and the hook up songs." She laughed explaining it.

Vernon's eyes sparkled while he heard Tea talking about Mya. He was looking forward to really talk to her, he wanted to ask her so many things. He really was a fan of her technic and her stage presence. Besides, he thought she was beautiful.

"Are you working on something lately?" Seungkwan asked. "We didn't have the chance to see you performing live yet, would you mind playing something for us?"

The boys had been so nice to her, and Seungkwan eyes were sparkling while he asked her to paly something, he really looked like a fan, so she agreed.

"I can't spoil new things I'm working on, but you can choose one of the old songs."

"Can you sing Falling?" Seungkwan asked. "I really love this song."

"Yeah, sure." She said, getting up. "Do you mind if I wear your keyboard?" She asked pointing to the instrument inside of the record cabinet.

"Go ahead! It will be an honor." He said, cheerfully.

Tea entered the cabin and started playing the song. The chords were very remarkable, and her voice had a low register in that song.

"I've fallen out of favor and I've fallen from grace

Fallen out of trees and I've fallen on my face

Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too

Fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you"

Seungkwan looked really amazed by her voice and the song and Vernon was paying close attention to the lyrics. Tea on her turn was enjoying playing for them.

She was sthe first chorus and was in the bridge of the song when Mingyu entered the room.

"I dance with myself, I drunk myself down

Found people to love, left people to drown"

He looked surprised to see her there, mainly to see her singing to his friends. His eyes were sparkling as he watched her. He looked so boyish with that smile. She sang, looking at Mingyu, smiling at him.

"If there was nowhere to land I wouldn't be scared at all"

She let the song died.

"And so, it goes." She sang, getting up.

Seungkwan and Vernon started applauding he, and she blushed when Mingyu joined them. She bowed, thanking while coming out of the cabin.

"Wow, that was... memorable." Mingyu said."

"God, when did you arrived?!" Seungkwan complained, startled by his friend presence.

"In enough time to see the show." He explained. He was looking at Tea with gleam eyes and a cheesy smile.

Her deep voice was even better live, with just the piano, it sounded sexy. Her accent was also cute and charming.

"You really are amazing." Seungkwan said.

"Thank you." She said, blushing a little, then she looked ate her watch. "God, look at the time. I didn't eat year."

"I brought food, you can eat with us." Mingyu offered, he was holding a paper bag.

"Mm... thank you." She said, politely. "But I promised Joshua some strawberry cake, he's probably thinking I forgot about him, and he is my ride home so... I better go."

She was already heading to the door.

"Today was really nice." Vernon said. "I hope we can spend more time together soon."

"Of course." She spoke. "We'll have a lot of time for it on tour."

"I'm looking forward to it." Mingyu said.

Tea just smiled shyly and left, saying goodbye to the boys.

When she left, Seungkwan hit Mingyu's arm.

"Stop fucking flirting with her! You made her uncomfortable."

"I did nothing, I just complimented her. I wasn't flirting." Mingyu said, sulking and holding his arm.

"She was super fine until you arrived." Seungkwan scolded him. "You entered the room and she fled. We were having fun here!"

"Well, why can you guys be the only one having fun?! I want to have fun with her too."

"Yeah, but not like us." Seungkwan said, angry. "Don't fuck things flirting with her, it can ruin our deal with the label! Remember what Cheol said!"

"Believe me." Mingyu said. "What Cheol said it's really clear in my mind."

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Mya could tell Seungcheol was nervous.

He stayed silent the whole way to The Marmont. She was enjoying his silence.

He always looked so full of himself, and for the first time, she seemed to know he wasn't in his field.

She parked the car and headed to the hotel.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lee" that receptionist greeted her.

"Good afternoon, Maria. Can you send this to my room, while I have lunch with my guest, please?" She asked, with a polite smile, handing the girl the package she was holding.

"Sure, Miss. Do you need anything else?" The woman asked.

Seungcheol was impressed. Only the entrance was already so different from all the places he had been since he arrived at Los Angeles. Everything looked so expensive and so clean. The place was beautiful.

"No, that's everything, thank you."

"Have a good meal, miss." The woman said and Mya started to head to the restaurant.

"Seems like you are a faithful client." Seungcheol commented, while Mya guided him to the courtyard, greeting all the employees in the way.

"You can say that." She said, shrugging.

The courtyard was even beauties that the hall. All the plants and expensive furniture, even the way the sun was shining looked prettier in that place.

She led him to a part of the restaurant that was a lot emptier. Soon as they sat, a waiter came to take their order, Seungcheol didn't even had the time to look at the menu.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lee." The waiter said with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Julio. How is your wife? Recovering well from the surgery?"

"She's having trouble accepting she need to rest, but she doesn't have much choice." The man had a soft smile on his lips while talking to the girl.

"Ah she will recover soon and go back to work; tell her I said hello."

"I will, madam." The man said. "Do you want your usual order?"

"Mm... No, not today." She said, thoughtfully. "This is my new friend" she said the word with a frown. The man looked curiously to Seungcheol for the first time. "It's his first time at The Marmont, I think we need something special; don't you think?"

"Yes, madam." He spoke.

"Bring us the most expensive thing of the menu, please. And you best wine." She said, making Seungcheol nervous.

"Or do you prefer a stronger drink?" She asked, beating her eyes to him, innocently.

"I definitely will need a stronger drink." He said, coughing.

"Your strongest drink so." Mya said, looking at the waiter.

"Yes, Madam." The man said. I'll be back in a few minutes, with your entries."

"Thank you, Julio." She said smiling.

When the waiter left, she finally looked at Seungcheol. stop smiling.

"So, how do you intend to apologize for your bandmates behavior? Besides paying the bill, obviously."

She looked annoyed, what annoyed Seungcheol. She was being so polite and gentry to everyone, why was she being aggressive towards him?

"I actually don't think I have to apologize for anything, I don't believe my band mates did something so wrong." He said, crossing his arms, leaning against the chair.

Mya laughed.

"Good to know you think being late and being rude is normal. Now I know what to expect from you guys on tour."

"I guess I don't have to try hard to impress you since you already decided to hate us." Seungcheol pointed. He had told his movers to behave, but that doesn't mean he was going to lower his head to anyone who tried to look down on then. Even if this person was the big star of the company.

"I don't hate you guys." Mya said "But I also don't have many reasons to like you either."

"And it's not my job to give you one." He said leaning in her direction with s sheepish smile.

Goddess, she wanted to punch him in the face. Not everyone could go this far on taking her peace, but ChoiSeungcheol was definitely a pro at it.

"Look, me Tea and the boys worked really hard to get where we are, I'm not letting a bunch of douches ruining our hard work."

"And I'm not letting a brat get in the way of my dreams, so you better choose your battles." Seungcheol said.

The waiter was back at the table, and he wasn't alone, there were other waiters helping him to bring the food.

Mai was staring at Seungcheol the whole time, if looks could kill, he would already be dead. She didn't say a word until the waiters had left. Seungcheol didn't touch the food, it was smelling good, but he didn't want her to win.

She couldn't believe he called her a brat.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She asked, crossing her legs and arms. "You should enjoy your free meal, since I'm paying."

"I thought I would be the one paying." He spoke.

"C'mon, you don't have money to pay this, you just signed the contract. This is the most expensive entries and main plate. At The Chateau." She said, like it was obvious. "Besides, you will need money for a taxi. And since I live here, Julio probably already charged it on my monthly account. So, enjoy your meal."

Seungcheol wasn't happy about that, but he agreed.

"I owe you a meal." He spoke. "A really expensive one, I'll pay you it on tour."

She just brushed it off, that really meant nothing to her. The only thing he owed her was an apology, but he wouldn't admit that. So, she would have fun torturing him until he did.

"Did you just said you live here?" He asked, starting to eat.

"Yes." She spoke.

"If you have so much money, why do you live in a hotel?" He asked.

"I like it here, it's good to meet new people, and I don't have to worry with cleaning or cooking."

"You bandmasters also live in a hotel?" He asked, trying to maintain a conversation while eating.

"No." she said, starting her own meal too. "Tea and Shua share a house on the canyons, the house we all used to live together. Chan and Jun share a loft on Santa Monica."

"Chan?" Seungcheol asked, confused.

"Dino, our drummer. Aka my Little brother Lee Chan." She explained.

"Ah." Seungcheol mouthed. "So, you are the only one who lives alone out of then?" He asked.

"Yes." She spoke. "I prefer that way, but I'm always at the canyons to be honest. Can't stay away from my girl. Joshua always leaves her alone, because he is always on the studio. Jihoon totally spoiled him."

She suddenly felt she was talking too much and being too friendly to him, so she stopped.

"What about you bunch of stray kids?"

"We all live together, if that's what you are asking. We don't have much of a choice by now." He explained. "But I think things will get better soon, since now we have a contract."

Mya took a sip from her drink.

"You are lucky, since Jihoon found you a think you are good, he is the best producer to work with."

"I heard of this." Seungcheol said.

"He made a lot for us." She said, kind of contemplating her past.

Seungcheol was watching her close, she didn't look like he bitch he thought she was. She looked cool to be honest, when she was not trying so hard to be mean at him. And he had to admit she was hot, now that he wasn't picking on him or his friends.

He brushed that, thought away. She was a rock in shoe, and that was all.

She finished her food and got up.

"Well, that's it." She spoke. "I am already tired, so I am going back to my room. You can finish your meal, and then ask for a Taxi on the lobby. See you around, ChoiSeungcheol."

She didn't wait for a answers from him, just left like she didn't even care. But she was in fact, just trying to leave before she started liking him too much, because she was already starting to enjoy his company, and that was totally against her plan of not liking him at all.

Seungcheol finished his meal and called for the waiter.

"Can you get me the bill" he asked.

"The bill has already been added to Miss Lee's monthly expenses." The waiter explained.

"Yeah, she told me about this, but we had an agreement that I was going to pay for our meal, so can you please charge me instead of her?"

The waiter nodded and brought him the bill. Seungcheol was really impressed about how expensive it was, but he paid it anyway. He didn't want to owe her anything, he thought it could be a dangerous thing.

#rock with you #seventeen #fanfic #carat #70s au #kpop fanfic #uhlatcha #writing #kpop

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paradoxlemonade · 3 years ago

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What Else is Out There?

Fandom: Dream SMP

AU: Fantasy/Fairy Tale

Ships: ambiguously romantic Dream/George

words: 2107

Warnings: very mild allusions to past child abuse/shunning. Overall this is fluffy!

Ao3: Here!

Summary: Dream is a practitioner of magic: a witch. The world isn't kind to witches, so he stays hidden away in the mountains until a lost and weary traveler arrives on his doorstep. Can George convince him to come out hiding and find a place he can belong?

My @mcytblraufest gift for @debilchickennugget! I hope you enjoy :]

... ...

Dream loves early mornings.

The air tastes fresher with a bite of cold before the heat gets to it. Only the barest sunrise peaks over the pine trees cascading up the bluffs and falling away as they climbed closer to the sole cottage on the mountaintop.

Good morning, the sun says.

And good morning, Dream thinks back.

Of course, the sun does not actually speak. Neither does Dream.

Dream does not speak to many people in general, only seeing the townsfolk when he picks his way across the rocks to the village nestled in the trees, even more hidden than him. Less often, he meets a stranger when they approach his home looking for magical remedies.

It doesn't happen frequently, but often enough. So he grows more herbs than he needs, makes more potions than he can drink. Most spoil before they’re needed, but they prove fruitful once and a while, even if the potions are often rebuffed. The lonesome times they’re needed make the effort worth it.

And so Dream lives alone and prepares for infrequent guests.

But that is okay. Dream has his cottage, and the trees, and the sky, and the sun. And that is all he needs. He lives his life.

Day in, day out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He turns from the view on his porch and back inside. It’s time for him to start his day.

… …

A disturbance comes eventually, as it always does. As many days can pass as they like, but the stillness never lasts.

The sun has fled the sky, a marching band of clouds thundering across in its wake. Notedrops of rain buffet the cabin, but Dream pays them no mind and curls up in his armchair by the hearth. Soon his tea will be ready, and all will be right.

Then comes the incessant rapping knocks at his front door.

Dream rises from his seat and creeps towards the intrusion. Not a sound betrays who lies beyond, anything they might have called out swept away by the wind.

His hand meets the knob and turns.

What awaits him but a sickly pale young man, shivering on his porch. “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but the storm…” He trails off, looking ashamed. “It appears I’ve gotten lost.”

Dream blinks. And blinks again. A person is here. “It appears you have.” He steps aside and motions in. “I’m making tea. Would you like some?”

The man smiles in relief. “That sounds nice, thank you.”

In moments, Dream has George—as the stranger happens to be named—shucked of his soaked coat and shoes and curled up in the armchair by the fire. He shoves an overfull mug of lemon chamomile tea into his hands and fusses with the logs. Dream doesn’t have guests often, so he must treat any who arrive right.

George smiles graciously. “Thank you so much for your hospitality. I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t stumble across your cabin.” The ruddy color has already returned to his cheeks, leaving him with a pleasant, youthful complexion. His face is downturned to the lumpy mug—Dream isn’t much of a potter—as he absentmindedly runs his calloused fingertips over the speckled handle. “You make lovely tea.”

Dream returns his expression. “Thank you. I’m just glad to have a visitor—It gets rather quiet here all by myself.”

Silence was an old friend, but it was hardly good company. Almost all the villages within a day’s walking distance tolerated him at best, and the people of those villages gave his home a wide berth unless they purposefully sought him out for his magic.

George hums. “How long have you been living around here? There’s nothing around for ages.”

Dream chuckles dryly. “Long enough, and with a long while more ahead. I’m only 22 now, so I’ve got a ways to go.”

Before his guest can respond, he continues: “So what brings you to my part of these forests? You said it yourself, there’s not much here except for the woods.”

George relaxes into the upholstery. “I’m trying to make it to Ferrowbrooke before the Festival Of Spring’s Equinox. I promised some friends I’d join them this year.”

Dream’s eyebrows shoot up. Ferrowbrooke is far away enough that few of his already scarce visitors hail from the trade port to the south. Despite that, he’s heard plenty of stories about the bustling town on the other side of the rocky peaks. “You’ll have to set off early tomorrow, then. That’s hours away on foot, though if you leave soon enough, you should get there by the next day.”

It was too bad that his guest would be leaving so soon. It was nice when they would linger for an extra day or so. He sighs. “I’d love to see the festival. I’ve never been.” He swirls the sediment from the tea leaves around in his mug. “I’d like to try the magnolia tarts sometime.”

George tilts his head and gives him a confused stare. “You’ve never been to the festival? But you live so close to Ferrowbrooke—has it just never worked out?”

Dream smiles sadly. If only it were that simple. “Not only that, I’ve never been to Ferrowbrooke at all. I’m afraid my reputation will precede me with the townsfolk.”

George looks off to the side with furrowed brows, mulling over his words. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. He was never the best at polite conversation.

"You've never been to Ferrowbrooke?"

"Not once."

George shakes his head. "That's a shame. I think you'd like it."

Dream takes a sip of his own mug and raises an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

"Your gardens."

… The gardens? The gardens he plants mainly for magic brews—healing and luck, sleep and satiation? Those uneven rows of herbs, efficient but not beautiful? Surely this was a crude joke; outsiders only appreciated his gardens when they needed his magic and no time else.

So George was trying to sweeten him up! He wasn't truly lost—no. He had an ulterior motive for arriving on his doorstep looking like a drowned cat. And without the honor to just ask outright!

Dream scowls and sets his mug on the table. He doesn't want the drink anymore. "That's not a very nice joke."

George gives him an odd look, lowering his cup. “What in the world are you talking about? You have herbs and flavorful plants, and the people there like that sort of thing.”

“You know who I am, don’t you? Then you should know—”

“Actually,” George cuts in frostily, “I don’t.” He huffs and places his mug on the coffee table next to Dream’s. “It’s not like I’m a local. I’m from Wickerfield; I don’t know any of the gossip around here.”

Dream blinks again.

“Where’s Wickerfield?”

George snorts, a dry thing almost lost in the sound of rain. “Exactly my point. I’m days out from here, and another to Ferrowbrooke. I’ve only made the trip twice. Hardly enough time to pick up on the local chatter.”

“Oh.”

He shifts to giving him a curious look. “What kind of reputation could you have that would make an entire town wary of you, anyway?” He narrows his eyes but smiles through it. “You aren’t a murderer who feeds his herb garden on the victims, are you?"

An incredulous burst of laughter jumps from Dream’s throat. “What? No! Where did you get that from?”

He turns up his nose with a teasing, satisfied smirk. “Only my excellent intuition, of course.”

“And I suppose that intuiting gives you all the answers?”

He laughs. “Like a psychic.”

As it turns out, George is easy to talk to. Dream likes the company.

The conversation winds down with the emptying of their mugs, soft chamomile lulling them to drowsiness.

George curls up like a cat on the sofa, already buried in a blanket that Dream grabbed for him earlier.

Dream retreats to his room and bed. It had been a good evening.

As he lays awake and stares at the uneven ceiling, he realizes that the conversation he had with George was the most he laughed in recent memory.

What a curious feeling.

… …

As expected, George is up early the following day to leave for the festival. His scant bags are buckled up tight and placed in preparation by the door.

George swallows his last bite of muffin, swinging his legs from where he sat on the counter. “Thank you again for letting me in last night. I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise.”

Dream waves him off with the hand that isn’t holding a blueberry muffin of his own. “Seriously, you don’t have to thank me. It’s just what I do.”

George shakes his head. “Alright, whatever. I’m still thanking you in my mind.”

He hops down and tosses the paper wrapper in the waste bin. “I still can’t believe you’ve never been to Ferrowbrooke, not even for a festival. Are you a hermit or something?” Without waiting for an answer, he glides out of the kitchen towards the door.

“No, no, it’s not like that,” Dream sputters, trailing behind him. “Trust me, I’d like to go, but…”

George glances back at him with a raised eyebrow. “But?”

Dream shakes his head. “Nothing. I don’t think you’d get it.”

George hefts his pack—still damp in a few spots, but better than before—onto his shoulders. “Try me. I bet I’ve heard weirder.”

He shuffles awkwardly. “It’s. Complicated. Because I just…”

“Dream, you don’t have to tell me anything. But whatever it is, I—”

“I’m a witch.”

And there it is, in its shadowy glory. The secrets spill out of him: If you have a problem that no one could solve, an ailment that the local doctors couldn’t treat, you go to The Witch. But don’t tell anyone you did—magic simply isn’t proper. Consorting with him was bad enough luck, but talking about it? No, they simply couldn’t. He understands, right? It wasn’t anything personal.

Dream rubs at his eyes. “I couldn’t take the quiet and the shame anymore, so I left. I haven’t gone outside my territory for more than essential supplies in almost five years.”

George sets his mouth in a hard line, and Dream’s blood goes cold. Was this a mistake?

“Well,” the near-stranger in his foyer says. “All that does is make me want to take you to the festival more.”

…What?

“What?” he asks.

George scoffs, slipping his pack off and dropping it back to the floor. He spins on his heel and hurries deeper into the cottage. “Don’t ‘what’ me. You need to get out of here. Do you have any luggage?”

Once again, Dream finds himself stammering and trailing helplessly behind this spitfire of a man. “Were you even listening? I’m a witch. I can’t just waltz into a new town and expect everything to be sunshine and smiles!”

George opens the door to his linen closet (not where Dream keeps his travel bags) and harrumphs at him. “I was listening just fine, and I heard you tell me that you haven’t been around people since you were seventeen.” This gives him pause. “You were only seventeen.”

He runs a hand down his face. “Bless the spirits, I can hardly fathom that.”

Dream grumbles at him. “What else was I supposed to do? I’m still”—he pokes George in the chest—"A witch. I don’t know why you don’t seem to care, but everyone else does.”

George shakes his head with a bitter look. “I don’t know how you do things around these parts, but in Wickerfield and Ferrowbrooke, witches are respected.”

Dream blinks. Again, what?

Heedless of the internal conflict he just caused, George barrels on. “The friends I mentioned before, Bad and Sapnap—They’re both witches. And everything is fine for them; they’re respected by the townsfolk and live happy lives.”

And again for the third time:

“What?”

“How about this:” George holds his hand to shake. “I take you to the festivals and get you some magnolia tarts to pay you back for rescuing me. Then we’d be even, so you're practically doing me a favor by agreeing.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t really call that rescuing, anyone would have—”

George gives him a dead stare.

Dream swallows his nerves. “And if things go poorly?”

“Simple: I’ll fight them.”

With his slight frame and admittedly unimpressive stature, Dream can’t help himself from snorting at that. George rolls his eyes and waggles his outstretched hand.

“Well? My arm isn’t getting any less tired, here.”

Dream’s never been as far as Ferrowbrooke… And George did say his friends were witches…He reaches forward to complete the handshake. “Okay, I’ll—I’ll try.”

George beams at him, and a piece of Dream is certain he made the right call.

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cloudshapedpatch · 4 years ago

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take my money (take my heart, too)

the awkward julie & luke sugar daddy/baby au no one asked for

rated teen and up for swearing and semi-mature themes such as the concept of a sugar daddy/baby arrangement

no smut! insane tooth-rotting fluff tho

slow burn juke

and disaster lesbians flarrie side plot and (eventual) willex

also a coffee shop au because i said so

read on ao3 (chapter 1 and tag list below the cut)

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Julie is nervous. No, nervous is an understatement. Her knees bounce uncontrollably under the table, shaky fingers twirling the straw in her iced coffee. And the knot in her stomach seems to grow ever tighter.

She pulls out her phone to check the time for the third time this minute. How is it still 10:57 am? Just as she is about to put her phone back in her pocket, it buzzes with an incoming text from her best friend/roommate, Flynn.

Flynn: calm down

Julie smiles despite herself, turning around to look at her friend a few tables away. Thank goodness for her friend, willing to throw away a morning to make sure she is safe and comfortable on her blind date. She shoots Flynn a small smile. Flynn, to their credit, is taking their job very seriously, wearing an absurdly large sunhat and sunglasses, sipping on a mug of hot tea with a decoy book under her nose.

Julie turns to anxiously watch the baristas, moving around the small space with ease, mixing drinks hot and cold alike. Twirling around each other without even looking. And she lets her mind wander.

How had she gotten here? Waiting for a man whom she had never spoken to, let alone seen? And she isn’t counting their text messaging. Not really. Not even if they had been talking for weeks. Not even if they regularly stayed up well into the night just to keep talking to the other. Not even if he had her blushing furiously, toes curling from giddiness and hiding under her sheets, smiling at the flirtatious speech bubbles on her phone for longer than she’d like to admit.

Because that doesn’t count. She has never heard his voice. She has never seen what he looked like. Anyone could be a charmer, and she is undoubtedly nervous about who she might find walking through the door and towards her.

How had she gotten here? It is a simple question, and one she has the answer to. Doesn’t mean she likes it. She had made an offhand comment to Flynn at work one day. Julie is sick of working 12 hour days in the cafe (not this one. she would be dumb to meet a stranger in her workplace) and barely scraping by. She had joked she needed someone to fund her shopping sprees.

Flynn had suggested a sugar daddy.

Julie wants to bang her head on the table. Past Julie is an idiot. And now Present Julie is going to pay the price.

Why had she let Flynn convince her to download that dumb app?

(Because she has a virtually useless college degree, bills to pay, and school loans creeping up on her and she is cutting back every month. Living in L.A. isn’t cheap.

And, if she really lets herself think about it, Julie is lonely.)

She checks her phone again, pleased to find it is finally 11 am. He should be here any minute. Luke should be here any minute.

Is it a red flag that he had only been willing to share his first name? Should it have concerned her that he didn’t have a profile picture on his online dating account? Is she dumb for letting him change the subject every time she asked about his job? Solid ‘maybe’s to all of those, but! After they had started talking, they had instantly clicked. He loves music almost as much as she did, maybe even more. They bonded over that, and many other things.

This is fine.

She straightens her posture, glancing down at her dress to make sure all is in order. It’s baby blue with golden sunflowers all over, and she had slipped a cropped denim jacket on top, the one with patches of all her favorite bands. She fusses with the loose curls hanging by her face, her hair pulled into a half bun at the top of her head, leaving a clear view of her sunflower earrings. It’s the perfect outfit to be noticed in, she had told him she’d be wearing blue and sunflowers, certainly he wouldn’t miss her.

Whenever he decided to show up.

Wait. he would show up, wouldn’t he?

Of course he would.

...Right?

Before she can get too far down that rabbit hole, the chime above the door is jingling, and Julie has to fight hard not to turn and see who it is. The anticipation crawls up her spine and settles in her neck, jaw tingling.

A man comes in, approaching the counter with confidence in his step. One barista takes one look at him and gapes like a fish, turning to a coworker to nonchalantly point at him. Both girls look at each other and quietly squeal, letting one of the male cashiers help him.

Must be attractive, she thinks, and she isn’t disappointed by what she can see from the back. His sleeves are short, showing off his muscular arms and he’s tall. She’s always liked tall men.

Supposedly handsome stranger orders his drink and waits at the counter for it. One of the girls hands it to him with a gleeful smile. He accepts, then says something to her before the girl’s smile falters and points right at Julie.

Wait, she’s pointing at Julie?

Definitely handsome stranger follows her finger and lands on Julie, eyes scanning up and down her body (at least, what he can see from above the table), his face instantly lighting up in the most gorgeous smile she’s ever seen.

And then he’s turning back to say thank you and then making his way towards her and oh no what what what--

Because this isn’t her date. It can’t be, right? But Luke Patterson is stepping up to her booth, sliding into the seat across from her.

“Hey, you’re Julie, right?” His voice, sweet and thick as honey, and Julie would know that voice anywhere.

“Luke Patterson? You… you didn’t say--” She cuts herself off before she can say something foolish.

Because there is no way in hell she’d unknowingly put up her sugar baby services to Luke fucking Patterson. Not rockstar Luke Patterson. Not lead guitarist and singer and songwriter for her favorite band, Sunset Curve. Not literally in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame Luke Patterson.

“Yeah, about that… I am really sorry about not telling you. It’s just not something I like mentioning to everyone I meet, you know?”

She’s having a hard time processing what he’s saying. He’s so close. Why is he leaning on the table like that? Why is he so close?

“Yeah! Yeah, totally. That’s understandable.” She laughs nervously, taking a sip of her coffee to avoid speaking any further.

“This… this is okay, right? You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” This clears her mind a bit. She takes in the way his hands fiddle with the rings on his fingers, his shoulders raised, and while his smile is easygoing, his eyes say otherwise. Why would she be mad?

She expresses this to him, and he just looks at his hands.

“Well, because I wasn’t completely truthful with you. And I totally understand if you want to walk away.”

“No!” She says before she can filter herself. His eyebrows raise in amusement. “I mean, it’s fine! I was just… surprised, that’s all.”

And surprised is correct. Luke Patterson is the same Luke she’s been talking to for the last three weeks, the very same one who’s been making her laugh and who’d almost made her miss work last week because they had texted about everything and nothing until the sun came up.

He seems to like her answer. His smile never leaves his face.

“You seemed to recognize me. You a fan of Sunset Curve’s?”

And maybe it’s the way his cocky smile burns her cheeks, or just the fact that he’s talking to her. Panic sets in and she lies.

“Never heard of Sunset Swerve.”

“You knew my name.”

“You know it’s a household name, right?”

“Your jacket says otherwise.”

And shit. She had forgotten about the Sunset Curve patch right over her heart. In fact, it was the first patch she had put on the jacket. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Fine. You caught me. I’m a Curver. Happy?”

And though she’s teasing, he couldn’t seem to be happier. Seriously, she’s worried his dopey grin is gonna break his face. Then an ugly, ugly thought rears its head in her mind.

“Wait. You let me gush about Sunset Curve so many times and you didn’t say anything?” Her sentence ends in a laugh.

“Oh, Julie, I wanted to so bad. You have no idea!”

Julie finds herself not really registering the second half of his sentence. She had missed it, the first time he said her name due to being starstruck, and her face warms a bit when she recalls just how good her name had sounded when he said it. Like a splash of cool water on a hot day. Like sap dripping fresh from a tree, glinting in the sunlight.

“Then why didn’t you?”

He sobers a bit at this, though his eyes still hold the same fire as before. “Well, I didn’t really want to go around announcing that. Can you imagine how many matches I’d get if I put that little tidbit in my bio?”

Julie laughs at this, the absurdity of it hitting her. Of course. He’d want someone who’d like him for him, not for his status, or name, or fame or money.

Oh. Shit. She was literally here for his money.

“For sure! Must’ve been hard.”

“Oh, not really. I matched with you on day one and deleted the app once we exchanged phone numbers.”

“Really?” Julie felt a little guilty for still having the app on her phone now, even after she was pretty sure Luke was a good match. There was still the possibility that mystery man was a total creep. If she’d have known who he was, on the other hand…

“Totally! I’ll be honest, my bandmates put me up to this, but once we started talking I just knew I had to meet you.”

Julie’s mind still feels a bit foggy, like she was dreaming. A fantastic dream, might she add.

“I’ve been really excited to meet you too. My best friend also convinced me to get the app. She’s actually over there.” Julie smiled, nudging her head over towards her friend, where they were certainly trying their best to eavesdrop.

“Brought a plus one, I see?” Luke chuckled, giving Flynn a wave. Flynn hid her already shielded eyes from view with her book.

“Hey, you gotta remember I was meeting someone whom I had never seen before, and the fact that I didn’t know your last name was not helping.”

Luke’s smile turned bashful again. “Ah. She’s backup.”

“Yep! But I think they’re good to go.” Julie whipped out her phone and sent Flynn a quick message, relieving her of her duties.

“You sure? I might kidnap you.”

“I’d let you kidnap me.”

Oh god. She so did not say that.

He seemed to think it was funny. At least she was amusing. At her own expense, maybe, but amusing nonetheless.

Amusing to Luke Patterson.

If she doesn’t stop saying his last name, she’ll go insane. This is just the dorky guy she’s been talking to. The one she’ll hopefully get to talk to tomorrow.

Despite the rocky start, Julie would say it was a successful date. Coffee turned into lunch at a nearby bistro, and he walked Julie to her car a few blocks away. She didn’t get to her apartment until after 4 o’clock, and Flynn was waiting with two glasses of wine in their shared living room. Julie is eager to spill all the details, and Flynn is the perfect listener, oohing and ahhing at all the right moments.

As Julie crawls into bed after her eventful day, her phone dings on her nightstand.

PayPal: Luke Patterson sent you $500.00 “I had a great time today :) hope to see you again soon!”

Well. If she had calmed down any, this just undid all of her efforts. A wave of guilt floods over her. The concept of a sugar daddy sort of seemed too outlandish to really fathom. But now she feels awful taking his money.

She’s really doing this, isn’t she?

Julie: you really didn’t have to

Luke: but i wanted to

Luke: it’s ok tho right?

Julie: i guess it’s fine, it’s just a lot of money

Luke: i realise how conceited this is going to sound but its no sweat off my back. just think of it as a gift

Gifts. She could live with that.

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taglist! @ladyblanche :)

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writing-the-end · 4 years ago

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LoL Chapter 41- The Forest of Memories

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

The Hangman’s Playground awaits.

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Standing before the tall, seemingly endless copse of trees, it looks like any other forest in Lairyon. It’s not quite as tall as the Evernight Forest, or bright as the Flowerfruit fields. To someone who didn’t know any better, this was a regular forest. But no one in Lairyon would dare enter this forsaken ground. Brambles grow right up to the edge of the treeline, not a single thorn cut, not a single leaf plucked. Even the most plump, ripe, delicious fruit goes unpicked among these trees.

But the leyline they stand over, five hermits wide and pulsing with Ren’s imagination magic infused and glowing, goes directly into the Forest of Memories. All three major leylines run into the forest, but Grian noticed on their way here that a fourth one also radiated out, this time in a westernly direction. Towards the Ashioll sea.

No time to explore the implications of that. Not after all the training, all the resource gathering they’ve done. No, there’s no more time to waste, no more preparing they can do. Today, no matter what happens, they will find out what Magistrate Dolios is hiding.

TFC tries to psych himself up, despite every fiber in his old bones telling him not to go in. Ever since he was a boy, almost every story he was told warned him not to enter the Hangman’s Playground. The stories never quite explain what happens within these woods, but the tales of those who dare enter only got more horrifying as he got older.

Grian, on the other hand, walks straight through the bushes and into the forest, much to the shock and horror of everyone else. He knows the stories, true and legend, he just doesn’t care. Soon after, Etho follows in, then Tango, Joe, xB, and Jevin. One by one, following after the cheerful angel, until only TFC and Mumbo are left at the forest interface. TFC places his hand on Mumbo’s back. “I wouldn’t recommend being last, with your back to the forest and all that.”

It’s enough to get him moving, running to catch up with Xisuma. The Forest of Memories swallows the hermits whole, trees letting in only dapples of light across the ground. The smattering and ever changing light plays tricks with the hermits’ heads, flashes of things that shouldn’t be here appearing in their eyes, sounds that don’t belong in a forest playing distantly with the wind.

They do their best to stay directly atop the red hued leyline of dark magic, Ren every so often recasting his spell to keep from losing the trail. They pass by a herd of goldhorns, grazing in a clearing alongside a wild herd of shleep. The night sky wool wisping into the air and playing in the distorted light. Zedaph almost runs off to join the shleep, were it not for Impulse holding him by the capelet. `Turuls and Anzus flit between full crowns of trees, the latter spitting water and breathing fire as it plays.

It was a perfectly normal forest. But between every twitter, there was a scream. Behind every dappled ray of light, there was a world long gone. The Forest of Memories is sinking it’s teeth into the hermits.

A flash of light blinds Stress, and she’s no longer in the calming, quiet forest, hiking with her fellow hermits. The sounds of birds and the breeze replaced by a low roar of voices and lush music. The snug, warm, and durable robes of her outfit is gone, rather feeling sterile, starch silk shift across her legs. She feels so exposed in the rich, beautiful dress. And when the light fades from her eyes, she’s standing in a grandiose ballroom. Her parents’ ballroom, full of people, all wearing similar dresses and suits. All wearing the same smile.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A shrill voice Stress immediately recognizes as her mother shouts. The tight bun of brown hair, the same shade as Stress’s own, leans down and hauls her skirts up. “These shoes are peasant wear! And look at your posture!”

“But mother,” Stress whimpers.

“Don’t talk back! You are a lady, act like it!”

“I don’t want to be a lady! It’s borin’, mother! I don’t want to use my magic to make swan sculptures,” She waves to the side, knowing that an ice waterfowl is just nearby. Of course she knows- this is her memories. “I wanna make something grand and beautiful! Something no one has ever made!”

The ball fades for a moment, like fog in the night, and her mother has been replaced by a different face. A face she knows, though is much, much younger. But his voice betrays the illusion. “Stress, stress! Snap out of it!”

Mumbo’s face regains his mustache, matching the grownup voice of her fellow nobleman, and something cold, smooth is pressed into her hand. The talisman fights away the illusion, until the mist has dissolved in the summer sun and her true family stands before her again. Twenty something concerned faces, BDubs and Iskall helping her stay standing. “I...I was back in Milliara, in ma family’s manor.”

Xisuma shakes his head. “You were here the whole time. It must be the forest. It’s like what Queen Erlea mentioned, the forest uses our mind against us.”

“Such a peaceful forest,” Cleo whispers. “Yet it harbors such dangerous magic.”

“It felt so real. I knew it was a memory, but in the moment….” Stress shakes her head. “In the moment, I was trapped as a lady again.”

She runs her fingers over the talisman, then pulls it over her head. With the help of her friends, her true family, she regains her step and they move forward. But every shimmer in sunlight, Stress’s fears only grow.

The forest isn’t after her. Xisuma is always the logical one. He’s deduced that the forest seems to play off people’s memories, latching onto their emotions. The ghost in Addows mentioned that she only thought happy thoughts, and the Forest didn’t have control over her. So Xisuma thinks happy thoughts as well, simple and to the point. He thinks of his fellow hermits, building his beloved tower.

He built his observation tower with Ex. And just like that, the forest has found his weak spot. He’s not standing among the trees, but rather in front of his observation tower. And only one other person was with him. Standing, hackles raised, was his brother.

Ex’s white hair was luminescent in the sunshine of the Ashioll sea, red cloak discarded and tucked beside the wall of fresh, unweathered, and unblemished stone. No burn marks from Tango or Impulse, or mismatched windows after Grian would throw a rock just a bit too large. No, there were only two people on Eremita.

Not anymore. “We can’t let any random person on our island! We hardly know anything about this poet guy, he could be working for the Council!” Ex waves his hand in the general direction, where their newcomer is tapping the end of his quill against his chin. Leaving an ink stain. “This is a place to hide, for us to be free, brother. You’re too trustworthy!”

“And you’re a coward!” X’s voice rises over his mask, forged by his brother to protect him from the sunlight. “You’ve blinded yourself with your own light, and you can’t see that we’d be stronger, safer with more. We can’t be a guild with just two brothers.”

“I never wanted to be a guild.” Ex surges till the twins are nose to nose, the supernova mage’s eyes burning with the heat of a thousand stars. Xisuma’s are as dark as night. “I just wanted somewhere for us to be free, aren’t I all you need?”

The words fall from X’s mouths, stinging as he says them this time around. He should’ve never said them, but now he’s being forced to relive this horrible moment all over again. “I don’t need you, I never needed you!”

Xisuma finds himself on the ground, his mask knocked loose. But the sunlight wasn’t the only thing burning his eyes. Blood falls across his face, perpendicular slashes oozing red ochre, and the same dripping from the end of his brother’s staff.

In his foolishness, blinded by the sunlight, by his brother, Xisuma fights back. He summons his magic, and hurls twin lashes of void at his brother. Knocking him over, grasping against the frozen burns across his own face. Xisuma stumbles to find his mask, ignoring the blood. “An eye for an eye. You aren’t my brother.”

The pain feels real, the sensation of the blood running down his face, the scent of ozone in the air feels real. But Xisuma remembers that day clearly- the worst day of his life. The day he lost his brother. And he knows he wasn’t crying.

It’s not real. Xisuma reaches up, and feels the wet stain. It doesn’t coagulate like blood, the tears that run from beneath his mask. It’s an illusion, Xisuma.

Logic is Xisuma’s strength. He wasn’t logical that day, but he is now. And he cries, for the loss of his brother, his best friend. He focuses in on those teas, something the forest can’t hide from him. He closes his eyes, feeling the guilt and sorrow. Wishing he wasn’t so cowardly to reach out and make amends.

Distantly, he feels someone touching his arm, his hand. But it doesn’t feel like his body. A cool metal band slips around a finger, and he can finally find his way out of the illusion.

When he opens his eyes, he’s in the forest again, the illusion shattering and sparkling like starlight in the sun. Like the tiny stars his brother used to make when they were boys. Xisuma jumps out of his skin when a hand lays on his arm, feeling all too real. Joe stood next to him, other hand retreating from the moodring on Xisuma’s finger. The first newcomer to the island. He offers peace, but Xisuma can’t find it within himself.

The forest is in his head, twisting his memories and reminding him of all his wrongs. Turning his mind against him. He can only focus on walking, follow the line of hermits before him. Wishing for the horrible thoughts to end. And wishing for his brother to be at his side.

Xisuma isn’t the only one who lost his family. But at least his is alive. Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango tried to steel themselves in preparation of what they knew the Forest of Memories would bring up. They thought they were prepared, able to fight off the Hangman’s Playground. Both physically and mentally. Even Zed thought he’d be able to shepherd away the intrusive thoughts.

The forest is smart, however. And it goes for him before the others. Zedaph feels the heat against his face, and closes his eyes. He will not see that night. Zedaph hears the screams, of his own guild dying around him, and he hums to himself. He will not hear that night. He tries to block it out, to block out the forest, to refuse it access into his head to hurt him further.

“Go, Zed!” The voice is so crisp, so real, it’s not just an echo of a memory. He can’t help but look up, searching for his guildleader.

And he sees scicraft burning. He watches as the fire hurls across the sky, and ash coats the massacre in a fine layer of dust. But he realizes, experiencing this night all over again, that it’s not just ash dancing in the air. Mixed with the burning embers are the fragmented pieces of husks- those attacking the guild. Husks before he even knew dark magic existed.

Zedaph collapses to his knees, alerting the other hermits to his vision. Impulse falls victim next, his face red as the sensation of burning is played through his head. As, in his illusion, he’s running through the fire. Calling out for the other guild members, even though he knows there’s no hope. He’s trapped in the past, forced to relive the day he lost his family. Until all he had left was Zed, Tango, and a memory.

Tango rushes to try and retrieve a potion, liquid happiness that was brewed to perfection by Stress. He digs his hand through the bag of supplies, until his fingers close around...fabric. Tango retreats his hand, no longer digging through his backpack, but rather digging through the ashen remains of his guild. He’s holding a torn, burnt cape, stained in blood.

In one fell swoop and one horrible shared memory, all of Team ZIT is in the clutches of the forest. It plays with their mind, their memories. Turn them on themselves, blaming themselves for the loss. Survivor’s guilt. The other hermits try to snap them out of it, placing talismans on them and forcing potions across their lips.

It’s not until Doc takes control of Zed, and uses his friend’s magic to dispel the thoughts are they able to get ZIT in any state of relief. Doc feels horrible, but it was a necessary evil. The ZIT trio hold each other close, the thoughts lingering like mist in the morning, whispers of the forest still controlling them.

Doc looks at the others, their faces worn thin. The sight of their friends, their family struggling has weakened them as well. The Forest of Memories will claim them all if they don’t hurry. Queen Erlea was right- no amount of preparation could prepare them for this. Doc nods his head at the bright red leyline. “The longer we’re in here, the more Hangman’s Playground will toy with us. Let’s keep moving.”

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daisylincs · 4 years ago

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Lily's Trick or Treat Challenge 2020(1): A Masterlist

Hello guys, gals and nonbinary pals! As I’m sure you’ve all noticed, I’ve been working pretty hard to finally finish the Trick or Treat Challenge I started in October. When, you know, one is supposed to start Trick or Treat challenges. Well, as you also all definitely know by now, I managed to be ridiculously late for said Trick or Treat challenge... but now, finally, I have managed to FINISH IT!! I’d like a moment of silent celebration and for someone to take me on record that I am n e v e r doing this again because, honestly, goshdarn freaking wow. There was a time I thought I’d never do it!! But, 😍, here I am now - it’s only February 2021, after all. *hides* :D

And given that it’s, you know, February, I figure that I’ve taken up enough of you guys’ time with this crazy challenge-filling of mine. So now with no further ado: my complete Trick or Treat masterlist.

Treats By Me

The entire point of a fandom Trick or Treat is that those lucky people who get Heads on Google Coin Flip get a little something of their choosing from me. And right here is the list of those little somethings!

Favourite Staticquake Fic Rec

Staticquake + Adopting A Stray Moodboard

100 Words Added To A Fitzsimmons WIP

100 Words Added To A FitzDaisy WIP

Colours of Staticquake

WIP Spotlight: FS & HB The Holiday AU

WIP Spotlight: Michelle Jones, Agent of SHIELD

WIP Spotlight: heads on a science apart

Kid!Daisy Philindaisy Fic Rec

Dekesy + Rock Band AU Moodboard

100 Words Added To A Spideychelle WIP

Kasinara + Gin & Tonic Moodboard

100 Words Added To A Dousy WIP

Wonderful Person Spotlight (shoutout to @bobbimorseisbisexual!)

Wonderful Person Spotlight (shoutout to @springmagpies!)

WIP Spotlight: Spideychelle Arranged Marriage AU

WIP Spotlight: Teach Me To Fight, Parker

Fluffy Fitzsimmons Fic Rec

Feelsy Fitzsimmons Fic Rec

WIP Spotlight: Philindaisy Tickle Fic

Staticquake Fic & Blog Rec

WIP Spotlight: Jade Arrow

Philindaisy + Family Moodboard

WIP Spotlight: Angsty Post-Hive Recovery Fic

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating Moodboard

Bus Kids + Baking Cookies Moodboard (now with a bonus fic by @eowima!)

Fitzsimmons Fluff & Smut Fic Rec

100 Words Added To A Staticquake WIP

WIP Spotlight: just my cup of tea

100 Words Added To A Pipsy WIP

100 Words Added To A Morsecode WIP

Why I Ship Staticquake Presentation

2021 Spotlight: My 100 Followers Celebration

Kat’s and My Craziness Exposé

Tricks For Me

The fun of a Trick or Treat goes both ways, of course, and the lovely people who played with me and got a Tails on the coin flip, well, they had to make something of my choosing, for me. Once again - right here is the list of those somethings.

100 Words Added To A WIP of @coykoii‘s

Favourite Spideychelle Fic Rec courtesy of @probablyprocrastinatingrightnow

100 Words Added To A WIP of @besidemethewholedamntime‘s

100 Words Added To A WIP of @eowima‘s

Staticquake Coffee Shop AU Moodboard by @maybebrilliant

Favourite Spideychelle Fic Rec(s) courtesy of @wyldespiderraptor

100 Words Added To A WiP of @tomatobookworm‘s (with the bonus fic)

AoS Frozen AU Moodboard(s) by @maybebrilliant

Favourite Blog Gush by @springmagpies (shoutout to @bunnykaye!)

Favourite Fic Moodboard courtesy of @eowima

100 Words Added To A WIP of @eowima‘s

Staticquake + Halloween Moodboard courtesy of @2minutes2midnight

100 Words Added To A WIP of @wyldespiderraptor‘s

Tricks By Me

Turnabout is fair play, n'est-ce pas? So while I had the honour of receiving Tricks from all the wonderful people who played with me, I also had the absolute pleasure of returning the favour for my friends who also did Trick or Treat challenges this season. Here, again, is the list!

R&R A Fic With <20 Kudos for @bobbimorseisbisexual‘s Trick or Treat

Skimmons + Royalty AU Moodboard for @loved-the-stars-too-fondly‘s Trick or Treat

R&R A Fic With <20 Kudos for @bobbimorseisbisexual‘s Trick or Treat

Reblog Three Favourite Creations for @loved-the-stars-too-fondly‘s Trick or Treat (with reblog, reblog, reblog)

Rec A Favourite F/F Fic for @loved-the-stars-too-fondly‘s Trick or Treat

Rec 5 Fluff Fics for @apathbacktoyou‘s Trick or Treat

Rec A Favourite Fic for @springmagpies‘s Trick or Treat

Treats For Me

And to round things off and wrap them up with a pretty little bow - since I made both Tricks and Treats, it’s only fair that I received both Tricks and Treats. And, thanks to the absolutely INCREDIBLE people in the fandom, I got some genuinely amazing stuff! With all heart-eyes, here is the final list.

Happy Staticquake Headcanons by @genderfluid-and-confuzled

Staticquake & FitzDaisy Halloween Shenanigans Drabble by @springmagpies

Staticquake + Flower Shop AU by @2minutes2midnight

Fluffy Philindaisy Headcanons by @genderfluid-and-confuzled

Staticquake Fic Headers by @2minutes2midnight

Agents of Challenges Headers by @2minutes2midnight

The BIGGEST of thank-yous to everyone who participated in this challenge, howevermany ridiculous months late it is now! I absolutely love you all, and I deeply appreciate each and every single one of you SO much. Happiest, happiest of (February) Halloween hugs to you all!!! 💜🎃💜

#trick or treat challenge #trick or treat masterlist #oh my gosh; FINALLY!!!!!!#my entire SOUL just went; PHEW AHHHH *FINALLY*; I swear #I have been working on this challenge for *six bloody months*#well okay I'm being dramatic #but like #IT WAS SO LONG #asdfkljdfjsdflkjsdflkjdsfjdsfljsdkfljdsfls #so worth it though #i mean; tiring or no; late or no; just LOOK at this amazing list!!!#despite it all; I'm really; REALLY glad I did decide to take part in this #and my BIGGEST hugs to everyone else who did!!#love you all #💜🎃💜

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zukkababey · 5 years ago

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(1/4) okay i have been thinking about your spymaster sokka au for DAYS & i'm working on a fic for it but alas i have been distracted... someone on tiktok pointed out that in this audio (tumblr wont let me link it but look up 'xix x lil darkie collab') it sounds like zuko doing "molly rocks in my green tea" & sokka doing the rest & i CANNOT get this punk band au out of my head... so what if in high school sokka, toph, suki & haru are in a band that katara manages

(2/4) aang is either also in the band or helps katara manage, i can't decide what instrument he would play. their rival band is jet & zuko (who are either dating or sokka just thinks they are) & they're the more popular/cooler band & jet is a dick to everyone in sokka's band. anyway college comes along & jet & zuko have a big falling out (bc jet is also a dick to zuko) so their band breaks up, but jet replaces zuko with someone else. haru goes to goes backpacking across europe or something

(3/4) so sokka's band is down a guitar player. there's a huge battle of the bands coming up & they need a replacement, so zuko volunteers. at first the gaang says no but then theyre forced to let him in so they can compete. idk how this turned into a lemonade mouth au, but, yeah ❤️. also, azula, ty lee & mai definitely have a hex girls-esque girl band that occasionally makes an appearance. ozai is of course super against his kids doing punk music & the gaang has to help them hide it

(4/4) this turned into such a ramble & i apologize if this has been done already but, essentially: sokka & zuko doing a concert & making heart eyes at each other, toph murders it on the drums & is an all around badass, suki is a bass guitar prodigy who also does orchestra, katara is stressed all the time, aang thinks they should all focus a little more on their studies, hakoda loves his little monsters, & theyre all punks!!!

hakoda loves his little monsters and they’re all punks!!!

anon, i had no idea i needed this in my life until right now. who’s gonna write it???

#zukka #sorry this took me so long to answer i’ve been procrastinating and i have no other excuse #thank you for sharing this wonderful idea with me #AND I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR SPYMASTER FIC #(send me the link when you’re done hehe)#anonymous #answered

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rain-is-cool · 3 months ago

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HIDE/TEA DUO ROCK BAND AU (by kmsquill) HAS FINALLY UPDATED AGAIN MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

#teaduo #bagina #hideduo #fitpac #q!tina #q!bagi #q!pac #q!fit #qsmp #ao3 #rain rambles

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galacticidiots · 5 years ago

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neighbors au, plz

one

Rey chooses apartment 2B because it’s got a north-facing window that lets in plenty of sunlight and the lady at the garden center told her that her new fern needs lots of it (plus water, twice a day). It’s her first ever plant, and Rey intends to take good care of it.

On move-in day, she runs into the couple who lives on 3C and the middle-aged guy from 1A. She does not, however, meet her next door neighbour - 2C - with whom she shares a bathroom wall. Rey can hear the shower running sometimes, when it’s late and she has to wee because she drank too much tea before bed. It probably means they run on different schedules and he gets in late from either work or school.

Three months later, she hasn’t met 2C yet and her fern his dead (perhaps she was only supposed to water it once a day).

two

Rey likes to sing. She loves to sing. She’s always humming along to the song on the radio as she cooks, or drumming a beat with her fingers on her desk at work. She loves pop, rock, jazz and even classical. Music is a big part of her life.

Naturally, Rey loves to sing in the shower.

Surprisingly, so does 2C.

three

She starts showering right before bed, and it’s not creepy that she knows exactly at what time her neighbour gets home (it’s a he and he has the most incredible voice) because he seems to work just as hard as her to coordinate their shower schedule.

Some days she picks the song; some days he does. If it’s really ridiculous, like Enya or really obscure, like something from one of the indie folk bands he likes to listen to when he’s at home, they’ll end up giggling through the other’s shoddy rendition. If it’s Adele, they belt it as loud and dramatically as they can. It’s fun, this thing they’ve got going. Rey looks forward to it all day.

They don’t really say anything to each other, other than the singing. It works.

four

On a saturday in October, Rey comes home late after a night out with Rose and Kaydel. She’s a bit sloshed, enough to trip on her way into the shower (she yelps, at a volume that could perhaps be considered high).

“Everything okay?” comes the voice from the other side of the wall. It sounds concerned.

“Yes!” Rey squeaks. “All good!”

“Are you sure?”

Rey is tempted to say no, just so that he feels compelled to tear down the wall and check in on her. Or come in through the front door, that could work, too, and their landlord wouldn’t evict them.

“Positive,” she answers back.

A beat. “Okay, then.”

He can’t see her, so there’s no reason for Rey to hide her disappointed frown.

She showers and sulks - because she’s a grown up and she can - and is about to turn in for the night when a knock on her door interrupts her thoughts.

It’s 2C. His name is Ben. His voice sounds even better now that she’s seen the body it’s attached to.

five

Six months later, they’re still singing duets, but they take their showers together now.

It’s the eco-friendly solution.

#ask #reylo #au meme #I talked about this on twitter the other day and I thought it was high time to make something of it #au #txt

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alilpunkrock · 5 years ago

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Music too Loud

Bradley Simpson x reader au

Warnings: a couple curse words and disgusting, second hand embarrassment

A/n: didn’t proofread soooooo sorry if it sucks lol

The day seemed to get worse and worse. Waking up this morning you could feel yourself under the weather, your head hurt, throat hurt, your body aches. You spent most of your day downstairs cuddled into the coziest sweater you owned. Your mom had stopped by to surprise you and stayed when she saw how bad you were feeling. Breakfast didn’t sound appetizing and it was rolling around to lunch time, which you still didn’t have an appetite for. Your mother offered to make you some tea, and you accepted, but told her you were going to lay in your own bed.

You finally settled, fresh tea from your mom steaming on your nightstand, and a Netflix show you’ve seen a thousand times playing lowly on your tv. You closed your eyes, hiding them from the dimmed sunlight from the window across the room. Your aching body finally felt some relief as you settled even deeper under your comforter, nothing could disturb the peace you finally felt all day, nothing except...

The blaring rock music coming from next door.

You knew the band, respected the band, had a couple posters of the band on your wall. But right now, you didn’t want to hear that band if they were the last band on earth. It took all the strength you had to push the covers away and stomped over to the window. And just as you figured, Bradley was on the other side, his bedroom window open and The Killers attacking your closed window.

Without taking a second thought you opened your window and grabbed the first unimportant object you could find to throw through his window to get his attention. The half empty water bottle landed on his bedroom floor and approximately six seconds later, your neighbors mop of dark, semi curly hair showed up. His face lit up with his smile and his eyes crinkled behind his glasses. If you were feeling like a normal human you’d thing he looks so fucking cute, but right now all you wanted to do was pull him out of his window.

“Good afternoon, darling! Did you mean to throw this water bottle at me?” He asked with a smirk.

“Brad, please turn your music down.” You said as nice as you could.

“I’m sorry?” Your eyes narrowed at the Brit.

“Turn the fucking music down.” You said slower and more irritated.

You watched him walk away and heard the music turn off. Even better. You were about to close your window when Brad came back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, love.” He apologized. You let out a deep breath and smiled as much as you could.

“It’s okay, thank you for turning it down.” Again getting ready to leave when he spoke up.

“Are you okay? You look under the weather.” He asked, trying to find any kind of life behind your eyes. All you did was nod.

“Woke up not feeling good, I’m fine though. Thank you again.” He nodded and watched as I closed my window to get back into bed.

You ended up falling asleep for a few hours, your tea cup from your nightstand was gone and a note from your mom took its place saying she left about an hour ago and hopes you feel better. Your stomach got you out of bed finally, suddenly starving.

You discovered your pantry full of any soup you could imagine, no doubt your mothers doing. As you stood there reading the labels, your doorbell rang. You quickly grabbed two cans of extra chicken chicken noodle soup, and made your way to the door. To your surprise, Bradley stood in front of you with a bowl covered with tin foil and a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hey, Uh, I know this is strange but I made some of my moms homemade roast and potato soup and I figured you might want some since you’re sick,” he rambled, scratching the back of his neck. “You don’t have to, I’m sure you’ve already eaten but-“

“Bradley,” you cut him off and couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness. “I really appreciate that. I haven’t eaten anything all day.”

He handed over the plastic bowl full to the top with soup, it smelt amazing.

“It’s not a problem, felt bad about disturbing you earlier and thought this would help you feel better. Okay, well, enjoy.” He started to walk away until you stopped him.

“Do you want to help me eat this? I definitely don’t think I can finish this whole bowl so...” you knew you could easily just eat what you wanted and put it in the fridge for later, but you wanted to spend more time with him.

“Yeah, if you’re sure. I don’t want to bother you.” He walked closer.

“It’s no bother, cmon.” You lead him inside and he followed you to your kitchen.

“I really am sorry about earlier, I hope I didn’t piss you off too bad.” He repeated.

“I’m sorry too, I over reacted about the music and I’m sorry.” You waved off his apology.

The soup took a few minutes to warm on the stove, and soon Bradley and you rested into your couch with you food and a Netflix movie. You ate in silence, thanking your lucky stars that you can finally keep something solid down. All you’d need to embarrass yourself even more in front of your cute neighbor is for dinner to make a second appearance.

“Thank you for dinner, Brad. That was so good.” You said with a genuine smile. He smiled back, eyes crinkling and glasses raising higher on his nose. Bradley looked so cuddly, a grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants made you just want to wrap yourself around him. He really was so fucking cute.

“You’re super fucking cute too.” He smirked, arm coming over the back of the couch.

The color drained from your face as you realized you said that out loud and he heard you.

“Hey, it’s alright!” He laughed “come here.” He held out his arms for you to cuddle into. You leaned forward, resting against his chest and pulling your legs underneath you.

You could get used to hearing his blasting music if it meant nights ended like this..

Tag list: @joeybarber @myanaconda-will-consider1t @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @musicsexandpizza69 @whyisgmora @svintsandghosts @doomed-syko @jesseswartzwelder @lifeisabitchandsoareyou

#the vamps #bradley simpson #bradley simpson smut #bradley simpson imagine

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kakairu-rocks · 5 years ago

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Trope Tournament: Round ONE!

Kicking off the trope tournament with our very first round!

On one side, we have the Rock Band AU trope, nominated by @camilita-ita-ita! Whether Kakashi or Iruka are members of a band, whether they are part of separate bands - a sizzling rivalry, anyone? - or whether they’ve left the band scene behind and are living their days out in what seems like normalcy, there’s an infinite wealth of potential!

On the other side, we have the Body Sharing trope nominated by @tea-blitz! Two people sharing one body - sounds like a recipe for disaster, or to learn about each other intimately. You can’t hide things from yourself, after all - but as they say, to reap the rewards of being loved you must subject yourself to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

The voting for this round will last until this Sunday - 5th of July! So log into your kakairu.rocks account (or register really easily through twitter, discord, or email) and vote for your favourite trope here!

#kakairu #hatake kakashi #umino iruka

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quantumseahorse · 5 years ago

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I was there when fanfiction began. Before the laws were put in place. There was no structure, no rules, no spell check, it was anarchy and chaos within those primordial cesspools of author's notes and fourth wall breaks. I was there for the disclaimer rituals, as writers desperately hoped to not be sued by any author who happened upon their slashfic and rock band AUs. Twas women who first began SlashFic, within the Startrek fandom (which men claimed for their own and women had to hide their love for the series or else be mocked), in the days of old when fanfiction was told verbally over cups of tea like our ancestors around the campfire. When women hosted their own 'conventions' with groups of fans online, renting out small avenues or inviting them over to their homes for a day of discussion and fun. Trading Headcanon and What-ifs, when Fix-It fics were workshopped out in real time with other fans of the series. Before the men realized they could profit off this and turned fan conventions into the capitalistic spectacles of modern day.

Do not forget the history of fanfiction. We were a people of secrecy. Until we won our rights as writers. And with those rights, and the sites to host and shelter us, we rejoiced in the splendor of our newfound freedom! Grammer is a chain of the patriarchy! Structure is a prison! Break them as you have all notion of a coherent plot! Mermaid AU in SPACE?! But suddenly high school marching band?! Do it! Hold entire author conversations with the characters in the middle of a scene?! Go wild! Dedicate an entire chapter to describing the color of her dress and every single pore on her skin?! Who's stopping you?! We have the freedom to do so without fear. We fought for that freedom. And we are here! We will write and create whatever the hell we want! Viva la Fanfiction!

#was emailing. friend and stsrted monologung and thought it was too fun not to share

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art-by-rozzai · 6 years ago

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had a bad day so more band au headcannons

anyone who wants to write a fic for this is absolutely allowed if they tag me, i’m not gonna make any full length ones but i might post some one shots eventually

anyway i had a really shitty day so here’s me self projecting and creating more band headcannons

check out the first here~

check out the second here~

tag list~

@athenashipsthings @thelesbianspoon @flowersheep @insert--self--hatred @nafsbluebery @sunflowerss0 @nerdiegurlie @stars-and-rose

okays lets do this✨

so last when we left the boys, it’s the day before they release their album “death of a bachelor”

to celebrate, roman suggests they get dinner out and maybe go see a movie??

logan is suprisingly the first to agree, saying that if he doesn’t get to watch the “scary stories to tell in the dark” movie soon he will explode. plus there’s no food in the fridge

virgil is also down to go see the movie, but is more reluctant to get dinner. he hates formal things, so to make him feel more comfortable roman offers they go to the local diner that he knows has virgil’s favorite chicken parm dish and virgil can’t say no to that

patton doesn’t want to see the movie at first-he really doesn’t like scary movies. but he wants dinner with his friends and he might be able to latch onto logan during the scary parts so he goes with it

so patton offers go help virgil with his hair and they end up getting ready together! they talk about everything they can think of as patton does hair and virgil does makeup and they both do each other’s nails and then they’re ready to go out whooooppp

meanwhile roman collapsed on logan’s bed an hour ago and began complaining about how he needed to impress virgil to get him to fall in love with him and has been talking ever since

logan doesn’t mind tho, roman helps him pick out a nice outfit and gives tips on how to woo patt

even though it’s not a date

yet

anyways they get to the diner and they all have an incredible time! by the end of the meal they’re in tears laughing at each other, from roman’s hysterical stories to virgil’s banter to logan’s fun facts and spilt tea to patton’s enthusiastic impressions

they love each over like family :)

and the movie is top notch. virgil is in love with it, him and logan spend the whole time guessing what’s going to happen while roman hides behind virgil and patton shoves his face full of popcorn and squish himself into logan’s arm

and yes virgil can’t stop laughing and logan’s immediate tensing up and blushing

after the movie they just don’t want to go to bed quite yet, so the friends head to the park and enjoy lying in the grass, talking and letting logan point out the stars while roman makes up stories of the aliens and space princesses that protect the galaxy

virgil makes everyone his famous hot chocolate and they stay up until midnight to release their songs

and then the clock strikes 12 and death of a bachelor is available to download

the boys decide that staying up and watching the comments flood in is a terrible idea and instead they put on some disney films and fall asleep on the couch

it’s nice

they wake up to millions of notifications

everyone is freaking the fuck out

this album ??? is beautiful ???

all of the fans are in love but also have a lot of questions-so the fab four start doing monthly live-streams to just chat and answer questions and catch up with their fans

“are y’all single?”

well yes

but uh

this question is not goOD ROMAN WHAT THE FU-

anyway virgil comes to patton one day, slams the door, puts his face in a pillow and screams “PATT IM SO GAY HELP”

because roman called his hair pretty this morning and yes it’s stupid and it happens all the time but this time was different

don’t worry tho they won’t admit their feelings to one and other for another three months

death of a bachelor does really well-all of the songs end up going either gold or platinum

their song “victorious” is played on the radio all of the time

so november rolls around and the friends decide it’s time to go on tour! starting with just north america, they post a video on the youtube channel that gives all the locations and dates

it’s to start in april:

virgil is extremely nervous. being on the road for so long and preforming live in front of thousands of people and will anyone even show up and-

logan is slightly nervous but honestly he really enjoys preforming-once he ties the tie around his head like a bandanna he almost transforms into the punk rock bassist he is known by the fans to be

patton!!! is!!! bouncy!!!!!!!! he wants to meet all these people!!!! and he can’t wait to give back to all of them by preforming and meet and greets and social interaction makes him really happy!!

roman is so excited-preforming is his thing. when he’s on a stage, he’s in his element! he can’t wait to show off and travel and be with his friends for even longer :)

but they can’t go on tour with their boring old instruments sooooo

roman and patton team up to paint and decorate all of the instruments

virgil’s piano matches his jacket, lots of purple and swirls and patton paints the classic nightmare before christmas scene on the front (u know, this one but stationary)

and they decorate the microphone stand purple and silver and black

logan gets a dope space themed bass-the outside is dark blue and the inside is painted like a galaxy, with a plain silver pick

roman paints his gutair with a castle and sunset in the back, with a bright red pick to play

patton’s drums have clouds on them nowww like a sunny day with blue puffy clouds

they’re ready to go! but it’s still only december so u kNoW whAt ThaT mEaNs

CHRISTMAS!!!!!

since none of the squad are jewish, (although technically patton is half jew since his mom is, but he just really loves christmas and always celebrated that growing up so)

they decide to celebrate at their house

they invite all of their close family to the apartment and have a lovely dinner

and yeah virgil doesn’t invite anyone cuz he was adopted by a shitty family who he doesn’t talk to anymore, bcuz all they did was try and get money out of him

and yeah he has a panic attack when all of his best friends are excitedly talking about their family coming over

and y e a h roman helps him calm down and swears that he will always b there to protect virgil bcuz he’s never met anyone quite like him and it’s not easy to explain but he just wants virgil to know he’s safe with roman

and yeah virgil wishes he could stop falling for roman but the ground keeps disappearing beneath him

so time skip a bit closer to christmas and logan bursts into romans room with an idea

“i can rap”

“we know”

“you can rap”

“kind of but okay”

“christmas rap song for fun”

“yeS”

so they write “gonna kill santa claus” (look it up) and decide to post it on the youtube channel on christmas eve

they film a music video for it where they jokingly set up different traps for santa like poison cookies and fire cracker chimneys and more

virgil sings the chorus, logan raps the rap parts, roman does the bridge, and patton lays down a pretty sick beat

it comes out really nice and honestly really fucking funny

so after a delightful family dinner with everyone over, the friends release that video and the internet fucking dies it’s so funny and logan can rap (??????) and ohmygod all of them are so cute what the fuck

anyway back to christmas dinner

roman has like 6 little sisters, and his mom and dad and papa and nana over

(he’s latino, his mom and dad are both from the dominican republic)

patton invites his mom and dad and little brothers, thomas and dee

and logan invites his two moms

everyone comes over for lunch and gets along reallyyyyyy well

logan’s got the punk mom and soft mom dynamic whereas, patton’s family is all super kind and like homey and boisterous and romans family is wild and crazy and funny and they all instantly click

presents are passed around, lots of money and books and movies and stickers and jewelry

really sweet stuff

and then everyone goes home and the friends have their own little gift exchange

virgil got logan the stephen king book “insomnia” and a (sort of) joke blanket with benedict cumberbatch’s face on it that he can use when he goes stargazing at night

logan gets virgil some noise cancelling headphones and a framed picture of a wedding with virgil’s face cropped on one and gerard ways face on the other

they both can’t stop laughing at the fact they attacked each other’s celeb crush

virgil gets patton a cute little cat stuffed animal that when u push the hand it’s a recording of all of them saying “we love you!!!” and a really sweet card

patton gets virgil a eyore necklace that was super expensive but matches patton’s winnie the pooh one and a itunes card for him to buy more music (and yes a really sweet card)

virgil gets roman two tickets to see mean girls on broadway and a framed picture of the two of them

yeah roman tears up a bit fuck u

roman gets virgil a collage of him and roman and a handmade hoodie that virgil is never going to take off oh and also meet and greet passes to see dan and phil at their interactive introverts tour

and maybe virge gets a little teary too

roman gets patton a recipie book and an apron that says “you BAKE my day”

patton gets roman a new ukelele and a printed out pamphlete of theatre song chords that he can play

roman gets logan the sherlock script and an empty box just to fuck with him

logan gets roman the entire grimm fairytale series and tapes a note to the front that says “bcuz u are an illiterate fool😜”

patton gets logan a phone case with the stars that were out on the day they met, hand painted framed picture of him and logan, and comic con tickets for this spring

logan gets patton tickets to the art museum downtown, a gift card to the coffee shop next to it, and two gold hoop earrings with a note that says “next week, friday at 7. it’s a date ;)”

so christmas is pretty good for all :))))))

and that’s the end of this one i’ll make a part four soon lmao

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