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binniebakery · 1 year ago

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Non Idol AU Best Friend!Soobin x Gn!Reader Friends to lovers, Fluff! Summary♡: Today was the day Soobin was going to confess to you, but what happens when the plan he had meticulously planned out falls apart (literally) right in front of him? Warnings♡: Soobin describes reader as pretty, mutual pinning, tooth rotting fluff! lmk if I missed anything ♡ A/N♡: I put my heart n soul into this fic.. this was kinda based off of two songs I've been listening to teehee. I really was in a soft mood so please enjoy! ♡ (also new fic layout..ish? do we likeee?~ heh)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Melting Point" By Zerobaseone

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Amusement Park" By Baekhyun

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-------˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹------- You rubbed your hands together against the harsh cold. Smiling as you watched your breath swirled around the air in front of your face. He should be here in about..

Your phone read 6:05 pm.

Two minutes. You thought to yourself as you rocked back and forth on your heels. Soobin always arrived two minutes after his ‘almost there!’ text. You knew him like the back of your hand. You watched as the crowd around you began to pick up in speed to beat the oncoming weather, hearing the cars whirring by and the sound of thunder in the distance. You sigh sticking your hand out to feel for any incoming droplets.

Hopefully, Soobin brought an umbrella because you were for sure about to get soaked by the looks of those heavy clouds rolling in. Meanwhile, just around the block, a six-foot large male is huffing as his footsteps slam against the ground. Anyone walking by could easily tell that this boy was on a mission, running as if his life depended on it. Said boy receiving multiple stares as he frantically ran through the busy sidewalk, struggling to open the large umbrella in his hand.

Today was the day he was going to confess to you. Everything that Soobin had kept to himself for the entirety of your friendship was now going to pour out of him and he prays will finally reach you.

You were smart! He knows that for a fact, but you somehow always managed to completely misunderstand Soobin’s indirect confessions and (quite awkward) methods of hinting that he was utterly in love with you.

Soobin tried to look his best for the occasion, he really did! But alas, in an attempt to pick the perfect outfit, time slipped by and he was running late to pick you up from work. This was your usual daily routine. Soobin leaves his job at the comic book store at 4 and heads home to change so he can pick you up from your shift at the local bakery.

A straight thirty minutes from his house to your job but of course he never minded. He was never late to pick you up so you two could head to your favorite arcade to unwind after work. No matter how many times you would protest about the long journey, Soobin always made it his job as your best friend to ensure you were safe. Soobin wanted to spend every second he could with you, therefore he was never late.

That is until today.

Soobin sees your figure from afar, shifting side to side, humming to yourself as you happily daydream about whatever first comes to your mind. After all, you could be a needle in a haystack and he’d always manage to find you. Your aura was just that strong, it always pulled him in like a magnet.

As he watches your pretty head deep in thought, Soobin approaches you wondering what you could be pondering about. Probably thinking about dinner, he chuckles to himself and he rapidly makes his way over to you.

“Y/n! I– I’m here! Sorry if I– if I made you w– wait!” Soobin panted as his large body bent over to catch his breath after sprinting like a madman from the train station to the bakery. He was never that athletic really, but best believe he would run across the whole city if it was for you.

“Binnie! Are you okay?” You chuckled as you pat his back, offering to hold his umbrella for him while he recovered from his marathon.

“Y- yeah! Jesus, I think I just burst a l- lung” Soobin coughs and grins shyly, adorable dimples on show.

You smile endearingly at the tall boy, those dimples were always your weak point. Soobin knew that too and would always use it against you. Anytime he wanted to convince you to do anything, all he had to do was pull that innocent smile and you were immediately whipped.

“You look nice today ‘bin!” You giggle as you ruffle the top of his head. Soobin and his now red ears immediately stand up fully and quickly attempt to fix his hair. He tried so hard this morning to fix it just the way you liked it! Bangs, pushed aside to show just the right amount of his forehead.

‘It makes you look like a drama actor!’ You’d exclaim, cheeks flushed because he really did look good, almost too good. Soobin wore his hair like that more often, but you always made sure he knew that his long bangs almost covering his gentle eyes were your favorite look from him. There was something soft and tender when his hair was messily fluffed around his handsome face.

Like when he just finished 3 rounds of your arcade’s intense dancing game, or when you were in your room lying on the floor laughing about everything and anything, or even now, hair slightly disheveled from the marathon he had just run.

He was always a sight to see.

“You um.. ready to go?” Soobin clears his throat, looking away in an attempt to hide his reddening ears from the way your gaze just eats through his self-control. It took everything in his power to not just pull you in and kiss you right then and there.

“Yeah! Let’s go~” You chirp, and before you march out of the safety of your bakery’s foyer, Soobin grabs your wrist and gently pulls you back to him.

“Hey, did you forget that it’s starting to rain? Let me cover us first silly,” Soobin takes the umbrella from your hand and holds it above you both, but not before he gifts you a flick to your forehead.

“Ow- okay sorry!” You look up and realize that it has in fact started drizzling. You laugh at your silliness (this totally wasn’t because you realize Soobin has your brain turning to mush and you can’t focus on what's going on around you) and to Soobin, it’s like the gates of heaven have opened. He thinks, no he knows, that he could spend the rest of his life hearing you laugh like that.

Your walk to the arcade continues, and Soobin relishes every second he gets to feel your warm body close to his. Just not close enough.

But today is different, Soobin had a plan.

As the rain got heavier Soobin began to feel more antsy, although he hadn’t planned for the rain he was not going to let it stop him from giving you the ultimately perfect confession you deserved.

Part one of his plan: Pick you up from work. Was a success.

Part two: Stop by the flower shop on your way to the arcade.

Soobin had called a week prior, begging the owner to preserve your favorite color and favorite flowers to make the perfect arrangement for this day exactly. Everything was paid for and all he had to do was show up with the qr code on his phone, then boom! The next part of his plan would be set in motion.

Part three: Confess in front of the arcade. The place where you first hung out together, and you and Soobin’s favorite spot to hang.

As you approach the flower shop, Soobin’s heart races quicker and he begins to question if he’s able to do this confession after all. You just looked too perfect next to him, and things were already perfect the way they were. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship and close bond you both had if you didn’t feel the same.

“One sec y/n, I gotta stop here and grab an order for my mom,” Soobin hands you the umbrella as he hops inside the shop. The perfect plan to surprise you in front of the arcade.

Soobin quickly exits with the bouquet and you remain completely oblivious to his plan. Perfect.

“Oh..! Your mom has such lovely taste!” You coo and Soobin holds the flowers away from you, he was not going to let you sneak in a peek at the card he had written for you.

“Mhm, doesn’t she? Sorry for keeping you waiting, let's go” Soobin smiles and takes the umbrella from you once again. You feel your cheeks warm up as you continue your walk at how he always managed to be the biggest gentleman.

Luck was not on Soobin’s side today. The universe may as well have just struck him with lightning and he’d be happier with the outcome.

For the split second Soobin decides to adjust his coat, having his arm hold the bouquet just out of the umbrella’s cover, rain began to pour

The flowers were completely drenched.

“No–!” He exclaims and you gasp. “Oh no! Are they ruined?” You hold your breath as Soobin inspects the flowers.

“Yeah.. they’re ruined..” He sighed. Of course this happens, first his hair doesn’t want to cooperate this morning, he runs late because he couldn’t decide on an outfit, it rains, and now the flowers he got you are completely destroyed. Including the card!

You two had just arrived at the arcade. Soobin wants nothing more than to just curl up in a drain and let himself rot.

“I’m sorry Soobin.. Should we go back? I can pay for new flowers for her!” You tilt your head and Soobin just wants to hold you by the cheeks and kiss your forehead at how sweet and caring you were. You were an angel sent from heaven just for him.

No. Soobin wasn’t going to just let this dumb weather ruin his perfect confession. He was going to persevere. He was going to confess to you today no matter what happens.

“Y/n, look I need to tell you– wait look out!”

Soobin grabs you by the arm, pulling you in as quickly as he could. A car zooms by, driving slightly too close to the sidewalk and almost completely drenching you.

Soobin was never athletic– Soobin was never lucky– Soobin was always a stuttery, clumsy mess around you, but maybe this moment wasn’t about that.

Soobin pulls you in, umbrella perfectly positioned to save you from being drenched.

He doesn’t realize how hard he’s pulling and you fall perfectly into his chest, your hand reaching over his grabbing the umbrella for leverage. You look up at Soobin, eyes wide and face a perfect pink.

Ah serendipity, maybe luck was on Soobin’s side today after all.

Soobin was on a rollercoaster. Heart ready to escape from his chest and climb into you, squeezing itself through to be one with yours.

His heart was like an amusement park for you to enjoy anytime you wanted. He’d wait for you patiently, arm open for you to hang on to. He’d take you over to the Ferris wheel made just for you, show you the intricate threads that made up the thoughts and dreams that connected his heart to hopefully one day, yours. You’d have all the sweets you wanted, churros, cotton candy, and ice cream mixed with all your favorite flavors. He just needed you to turn in the ticket for free admission.

Why was he so in love with you?

Just the warmth of your fingertips was enough for the angels to sing their finest hymns. Your touch sent electricity jolting up his arm and down his chest right into his poor beating heart.

Could you feel it? The way his heart pounded by just feeling your mere touch. How long had he wished for something like this?

“Y/n.. Look, the flowers– They were for you! And today’s just been the worst..” Soobin is stumbling over his words but he’s more than desperate for you to finally hear him, to finally know what he’s felt for you. “ I- I like you! As more than a friend..! No– I love you!”

You feel your heart burst into fireworks as you stare into Soobin’s eyes. You stare at each other for a few seconds but it feels like years.

“I..” Your words get caught on the way out. You had loved him for so long, and although you and Soobin weren’t together your whole lives it had always felt that way.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, connecting your lips together.

Soobin is utterly shocked and drops the umbrella to the ground and places his hands gently on your waist. The effort you both made to stay dry now in vain as you two were now drenched but it didn’t matter.

It was as if every clover he had found, every dandelion he blew, every star he wished on, every prayer he mumbled had been redeemed the moment you pulled away and looked up at him with a gaze that just poured out unconditional love and affection. He just felt that lucky to have you in his life.

He knew your answer without you even opening your mouth. After all, who else could read your mind better than him?

You let out a soft and cheery laugh as you gently caress one of Soobin’s blushing ears.

This was his melting point. It was all like a scene out of one of the sappy romance animes you watched together. The moment was ethereal compared to anything either of you had ever dreamed of. His soul felt as if it dripping into yours under the cold rainy sky. Your warmth enveloped him and Soobin completely believes he could have stayed like this with you forever.

And with the way he pulls you in for another kiss, you could have just remained that way.

#BakeryTreat♡#txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt fluff #soobin x y/n #soobin x reader #soobin fluff #soobin #soobin imagines #soobin scenarios #soobin soft hours #soobin soft thoughts

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psilliguykai · 2 days ago

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i admit i havent listened to much of will wood other than a handful of songs, but im still curious abt ur wwww au:3 here r some questions!!

so like are they all kinda the embodiment of different albums? or is this kind of cccc but with ww covers instead?

and do the 4 have songs that are entirely "theirs"/their pov/embody them kinda like the heart acoustic for heart or be born for mind(if that makes sense)? plus what songs would they be i need to listen to more will wood and ponder cccc lmao

also is there a juno incident equivalent??:0 and are they still stuck in a loop?

Yayayayayay !! Thank you for asking :D this got Way Too Long so answers are under the cut :,))

To the first question: both! They’re still 3 guys trying to kind of. operate/Be one guy [William!] and this is basically CCCC but with Will Wood’s songs But each member of HMSW is also Sorta the embodiment of their respective albums. Like they still do the things original HMSW do but their personalities and actions are also based on their albums. I hope this makes sense but lemme know if more clarification would help !!

“Will they get songs that are entirely “theirs”?” yes!! I’d say they’ll probably end up having Roughly the same number of shared and solo songs. Possibly even more exclusively from each member’s perspective? Details are gonna be somewhat worked out as I go along but short answer is Yes :3

short answer to“what songs would they be” is also kind of Yes sorry 😭 there will be at least 27 [probably more??? Depends on how long my motivation lasts :,]] tracks. TNA, ICIMI, EIAL and SELF-iSH will each get at least 3 [almost certainly more] songs featured in the album since each character gets a sorta “solo” like in CCCC, and each character primarily sings from their respective album :)) I also wanna include some “bonus” tracks using unreleased/unofficial songs, poems, etc. so if you’re asking what to listen to uhhh all of it? I’m so sorry 😭 I Will be including a link to the YT version of each song as written covers are posted though so realistically you really don’t have to worry about it until each part of the au comes out. If you want particular WW song recommendations though feel free to shoot me a dm! I’ve got uhhh a couple [<- understatement]

“Is there a Juno incident equivalent?” I’ve been thinking it this a lot but also not enough lmao- this answer might become outdated as I add a little more depth/details to the story but at the moment: probably and I wish I could tell you about it so bad but I haven’t fleshed it out well enough yet :,)

uhhh here as an apology for being an utter Fool extra lore drop !! Cotard has a halo with the like . “Cut here” pattern from the SELF-iSH album cover and can pull the scissors out from it as an equivalent to the OG Soul’s trident . They’re magical. Sorta. This will be better illustrated in the ref sheets lol-

And as for the last question: yes! I think some details are outlined in the master doc but this is the 2012th loop [William splits and recombines fairly regularly and quickly. Or he used to - his split periods have gotten longer over time and the loop WWWW takes place over is longer than any of his past ones] . Soul remembers everything [or as much as his brain will naturally retain]. H/M get “reset” every time they combine and split again but physical changes stay and they sometimes get memories in dreams or senses of Deja vu etc. Whole doesn’t really. Experience the loops [the literal time loop is sorta contained within Marybell so only HMS experience it as an actual Loop] but he does experience mental health cycles based on HMS’s repeated actions.

Sorry this got so long but tysm for asking about this!!! I super appreciate it :DD and hey to everyone else. My ask box is still open if you. Wanna ask about the AU. You know you want to ooohhh you wanna ask about wwww soooo bad … [/silly . But I mean if you are interested-]

Anyways uhh yeah thank you Jaggy !! ^^

#soup incident #wwww au #William’s Wanton Weary Wiles #chonny jash #cccc #cj mind #cj heart #cj soul #chonny jash au #cccc au #oof I hope this is coherent 😭 please let me know if I fucked up any of the typing or if stuff is unclear !!

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thedeerman · 6 months ago

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ummm someone tell me why listening to system/BOOT PearlFinal (3) from the SU Movie just gave me the wildest fucking Hazbin AU concept (this is fucking long pls forgive me)

So- Steven Universe Movie x Hazbin Hotel. All of them have just had their memories wiped, their 'default' personalities reset, and not having any idea who they once were. you get to really see what each character would have been like had they not faced whatever horrible thing landed them in Hell to begin with.

Going through that song in particular made me really think, guys. Hear me out.

Lucifer is Rose/Pink in this, so he wouldn't really be there.

Obv Charlie takes her rightful place as Steven, as she is literally, in almost all fucking ways, Adult Demon Steven Universe. Take out the aliens and add in the bible and you got Charlie Morningstar

Lilith is Pearl- She fell in love with the angel that took a liking to her, dedicating everything about her existence to Lucifer. Even when it came to giving up everything, she did it for him. Reset, she's just as dedicated but has no one to give that dedication to. Until...

Yes, ALASTOR HAS TO BE GREG. Lilith may have come from Eden with Lucifer, by his side from the very beginning, but after all those years, I never thought I'd lose... Also, the whole 'pearl latching on to greg as her new diamond' thing makes that EXTRA hilarious. Charlie's gonna be all "Mom, don't you recognize them? Don't you recognize me?" Lilith's overly helpful ass is gonna be like "Hmmmm... Well I certainly recognize my Um Radio Demon!" And Al just, "...Oh boy."

Angel is Ruby, even if he hadn't been raised in the mafia, I'd like to think that Angel would be a solid badass mf either way, dedicated to protecting what he cares about.

Husk is Sapphire, ever think that maybe the reason the oddly wise bartender always seems to know everything isn't because he's a bartender? Uh oh, secret's out, Husky. (not to mention the idea of Huskerdust 'isn't it love' is killing me)

Niffty is Amethyst- except an amethyst is big, and strong... this one is not the best example, something is clearly wrong! (im sorry i have no self control). anyway yall can't tell me that cute little reset 'who am i? whats going on? idk, lemme just copy this guy over here' Niffty wouldn't be the best fucking thing

Now, I don't think it even needs saying that Sir Pentious needs to be Peridot, if you show me both of their pictures I will say 'that's the same picture'

And that means Cherri takes her role as Lapis, which I fuckin adore

As much as I'd like to make Vaggie be Connie, Connie is entirely absent the whole movie lmao and I also think that Bismuth is a damn good gem for Vaggie anyway. Bold, determined, has a deadly hatred of the place she came from and will do anything to defend her new home (gay as shit)

And for spinel, I'm not 100% sure. I'm thinking it could be an adamsapple situation where Adam was left in Eden, forever waiting for Lucifer to return despite the fact that he's essentially dead to the rest of Heaven. once he finds out about Lucifer having made a life for himself in Hell, he goes to take out his jealousy on Charlie and the others. and when he's reset he goes back to a silly, fun loving innocent guy that wants nothing but to make others happy.

Uhhhh oops that got long, im Very Normal about these two shows, guys. i swear.

#hazbin hotel #steven universe #hazbin hotel au #steven universe au #steven universe movie #hazbin fanfic #radioapple #mine #save for later #oh god my rambling is bad today

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sntafe · 7 months ago

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i want to know more about your davey. what makes him tick! what music do you think he’d listen to! what are his pastimes and hobbies and what makes him like them so much!! PLEASEEE rant about your davey i love him!!

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

OH MY GOD. YES. OKAY. you just opened pandora’s box you have no clue. (btw most of this is based on my tattoo au although a lot of this stuff is just stuff i have connected to davey no matter the au)

okay. so. my davey is a high school english teacher and i think something that makes him really upset is when he sees his good students start skipping, not paying attention, etc. while i don’t think this would make him tick per say, i do think it would def make him anxious and on edge. he would absolutely come home and rant to jack about how he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong and how he’s worried about them and how he wishes he can do more but all he is an english teacher. (and jack would assure him that he’s doing more than enough and just being there and noticing these things is all some kids need) (but davey would def pull them aside in class and just talk to them like they’re humans bc he knows some teachers treat their students as children and they hate that. so he will just talk and try to pick their brains and help them in literally whatever way he can)

MUSIC. okay so davey definitely tries a TON of different genres simply because he is curious and he wants to hear it all. (he wants to experience every bit of life that he can and that includes different genres of music.) at the end of the day tho he’s a slut for sad queer indie pop: hozier, lucy dacus, and kevin atwater are his favs. (i could go on a whole different rant about how davey coded some of kevin atwater’s songs are but i’ll refrain for now.) he grew up listening to billy joel and still listens to him when he’s feeling particularly nostalgic or homesick. the album “the stranger” is one of his favorites in the entire world. his parents had it on record, and one year in middle school for his birthday he was gifted a record player, so he was playing that shit NONSTOP. to read to, to study to, to hangout to, etc. les used to come and sit in davey's room while he was doing domestic tasks, like cleaning or homework, so les now has attached that album to davey. (they get a tattoo for vienna, their fav song on the album—davey gets “slow down, you’re doing fine” on his left forearm and les gets “you can’t be everything you wanna be before your time” on his right forearm) (done by jack of course)

jack listens to more alternative stuff, and although it’s not something davey listens to on his own, he finds himself humming along to the pierce the veil and green day songs on jack’s playlist

as far as hobbies and stuff, obviously he reads. he’s always been an avid reader because he loves to get lost in other worlds and he likes to learn about things that he otherwise wouldn’t have had the opportunity to. he gets into reading slumps around midterms and finals because he’s grading sooooo many papers but like as SOON as that’s over he falls back into finishing a novel in a couple days and he absolutely loves it. it’s just so… refreshing in a way. (sometimes, when he’s particularly missing jack, he’ll go and just sit at the tattoo shop and read. he’s content to simply be in the same space with jack and he also loves sneaking glimpses of jack working.)

he also absolutely loves to cook. he grew up often helping his mother in the kitchen, so he’s sort of always loved it. once he moved out and began living by himself he found a whole new appreciation for it. it’s his way to decompress at the end of the day and … in a way food is his language?? like he will make meals based on what he’s feeling. if he’s really happy he doesn’t mind making something that takes a while. it’ll be bright and fresh. if he’s had a particularly rough day though, he’ll throw something frozen in the oven and call it a day. (over time, jack slowly realizes this, and can gauge what davey needs based on what he says they’re having for dinner. for example; if davey’s just making something frozen, jack will give him an extra long hug and force him to take a hot shower in order to relax. jack often takes over “cooking” on these days)

don’t even play on his animal crossing island. he likes the domestic video games with goals that he can take at any speed simply because they’re relaxing and cozy. he loves making his island all organized and pretty

meanwhile jack is like begging for the switch to play mario kart

thank you for letting me rant GOD I LOVE DAVID JACOBS if there’s anything else you want me to yap about PLEASE ask!!!

@we-are-inevitable :)

#HE'S SO. YEAH.#david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway

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zepskies · 1 month ago

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Happy random questions on a Thursday this time! I was having a DAY at work today and while listening to my work playlist, I had a thought. Do you have regular songs in your rotation when you write that you ALWAYS come back to? Do you listen to anything "out there" genre or song wise you wouldn't think people expect you to? Do you ever wish fanfic could come with a soundtrack like movies to make the reader "feel" more during certain moments? 🤔 💜

Hey girl! Ooh I LOVE random question time. 🥰 (Though I'm sorry you had a crap day at work. I know the feeling loll 🙃) But omg, such good questions...

Do you have regular songs in your rotation when you write that you ALWAYS come back to?

Oh, definitely! It depends on the character/fandom though! You know I create series playlists for longer projects that I've worked on, like Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader), Smoke Eater (Firefighter!Dean W. x Reader), and now Between the City & the Stars (1940s!Dean W. x Reader), among others. So for Dean, it's typically a lot of classic rock and 70s and 80s hits.

In fact, for Dean I really like the playlist I created for Smoke Eater, and I would add more of those genres to it.

For Sam Winchester and Jason Teague, I tend to listen to early 2000s alt rock, which I have a whole playlist for. We're talking Lifehouse, Avril Lavigne, Goo Goo Dolls, P!nk, Screaming Trees, Matchbox 20, Five for Fighting, etc.

Do you ever wish fanfic could come with a soundtrack like movies to make the reader "feel" more during certain moments?

Oh my God, YES. This is literally half the reason I create music playlists for my fic series, and why I'll often include song inspo in my shorter fics and one-shots. It's my hope that my readers will actually listen to the song(s) while they read, and hopefully they have a more immersive experience, giving them a vibe similar to the one I had while writing.

This is also something I like about certain Webtoon comics, back when I read them religiously. Some writers/artists partnered with musicians to create a music score for chapters of their Webtoons for people to listen to while they were reading, which is actually what initially gave me the idea to include "song inspo" and music playlists for my stories.

If I'm going for something cinematic and tension filled, I'll often listen to the Moneyball soundtrack (great movie -- brilliant score!), which I rec'd on this Dean imagine I wrote: Reuniting with Dean (after he comes back from Purgatory).

Or like for The Honorable Choice & Outlander (both Dean W. western AUs), I listened to the soundtrack from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron over and over, and so I had to rec it for both fics. 🤠💜

Do you listen to anything "out there" genre or song wise you wouldn't think people expect you to?

Hmm interesting question! I'm honestly not sure what people on here would "expect" me to listen to, but I feel like I listen to a little of everything! A LOT of classic rock, 60s, 70s, and 80s, everything from the Beatles to Prince, even further back to the 1940s and 50s -- Sinatra, Mel Torme, Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald and Nina Simone. Classical music too.

But I also listen to 90s and 2000s R&B and rap, alt rock, of the early 2000s, up to today's stuff. Even if I'm not as well-versed in today's music, I listen to H.E.R. and Bad Bunny, Bruno Mars, Cardi B., Sabrina Claudio, Chance the Rapper, Snoop, and a lot of others. Literally anything that sounds good to me. 😂 I studied music growing up, so I feel like my music taste casts a wide net lol.

Music has always been, and will always be a huge part of my life, and therefore my creative process as well. 💖

Thanks very much for asking, Michelle!! I love these kinds of questions so much. 🥰

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xena-lilac-winters · 2 months ago

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Y'all ever....

Does anybody else forget how many fandoms they're in because they're in a bunch?? Like I completely forgot about BATIM and DDLC until I was watching someone's livestream and they put on songs so we could guess the fandom it belonged to lol. I also forgot about MLP until I saw more stuff about a game called Pony Town and various MLP infection AU's. Wait, how many fandoms am I even in? Let's see....

MLP

Dead Plate

FNAF

Creepypasta

DDLC (sorta, so I'll count half ig?)

BATIM

Harry Potter

The Riordanverse (so if we count the series', this is 5 fandoms within itself lol)

Helluvaverse (2)

Your Boyfriend Game (I DO NOT SUPPORT FUBOO, I just like the fan art and fan comics)

The Last Apprentice

Mouthwashing (I'll count half for this one. Jimmy has become a literal trigger for me after finding out what he did to Anya, so I usually avoid anything containing him)

The Owl House

Welcome Home

Pressure

ETM (Epic the Musical)

HOLY SH!T THAT'S 20 FANDOMS! WAIT!

Shadow&Bone

COD (counting 1/2 bc I have not played any of the games, everything I know about - mainly Ghost and Soap - is from the wiki pages)

DSMP

MHA (1/2 since I never finished the show)

Ghosts (That TV show on Prime? Yeah, talking about that. Technically counts as 2, since there's the British original and the American Version...)

Rise of the Guardians (Poor Jack Frost. This movie is an underrated MASTERPIECE. And yet everyone seems to have forgotten it...)

SO THAT'S 25 JEEZ!!!

EDIT: SCP Foundation, and Homicipher (Homicipher is 1/2 bc I've never even watched a play through but I adore Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silver). Doors (roblox) too. So what, that's 27 and 1/2?

Edit #2: TADC. Idk how I forgot it. So 28 and 1/2. I know I'm forgetting something else, but I don't remember what?

Edit #3: Amanda the Adventurer and sorta Poppy Playtime? (so plus 1 and 1/2). Also Trevor Henderson creations, so that brings us up to a whopping 31 fandoms. What am I doing with my life y'all...?

Edit #4: Baldi's Basics. So 32 fandoms and still counting. Paw Patrol (at this point, just counting every fandom I had ever been in). So 33. Piggy makes that 34... omfg, what have I done with my life? If this is not a clear sign I'm mentally unstable, tell me what is. Song of the Sea is 35. That's not my neighbor makes it 36... I need to stop and go save myself while I can....

Edit #5: Mushroom Oasis (Mychael is f_cking adorable. YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE!!!), so 37. Child's Play and the Conjuring (talkin' movies here), that's 39.

Edit #6: Last edit for tonight bc my brain hurts. Baldur's Gate makes it 40. Yes I'm counting it fully bc I'm obsessed with Kar'niss and Astarion.

Edit #7: Seriously the last edit. Pound puppies bring it up to 41.

Edit #8: IM SORRY! BUT BEFORE I FORGET... Monster High, TMNT, Bubble Guppies, Bluey, and so many Disney movies but I'll only count the Disney category as one. So that brings us up to 5 more... so 46. I NEED TO BREATHE, OH MY GODS-

Edit #9: Team Umizoomie makes that 47. I'll count Undertale as 1/3 since I still listen to some of the songs but never really played the game and only dabbled in the Fandom. Kiranmala and the Kingdom Beyond (Ive only read the first book, but I think it's a series? First book is 'The Serpent's Secret' by Sayantani Dasgupta) brings us to a total of 48 and 1/3 fandoms. My brain hurts so much I'm starting to get cramps....

Edit #10: Seriously last edit for tonight bc I have dishes that NEED to get done, plus laundry. But Octonauts and Wild Kratts bring us up to 50 and 1/3. Add Yandere Simulator and you've got yourself a WHOPPING 51 AND 1/3 FANDOMS IN TOTAL! (For now, until I remember another, oof...)

Edit #11: Coraline and The Corpse Bride. Gotta love Tim Burton. And the Nightmare before Christmas. Ik I said I would only count Disney movies as one whole thing, but... I'm counting these three individually. So 51 and 1/3 plus 3.... 54 and 1/3.

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chimerahyperfix · 10 months ago

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RECIPE OF THE DAY

[OR: This was the most upsetting alternate looper option]

Long post because i have been cooking this in my brain for like, two months, and it's all-consuming. Also I'm not in the Discord yet because Anxiety so my ramblings had to go somewhere, and what better than one big fucking post yknow. I cast spell of fuck you mind blast on the tag/lh /j

TLDR for below: Siffrin words his wish differently, Bonnie gets trapped in a time-loop, and despite saying they're in a timeloop repeatedly nothing works and no one can help them. The normal ISAT absolute horrors ensue.

CONTENT WARNINGS: the normal ISAT tags [death, violence and trauma, suicide, self harm and unreality], Notable Pin on child endangerment and death, poisoning.

most of these get discussed ^ even if shortly

SO. THIS AU.

This is it this is my big one. Ignore me pushing the literal 12 other isat aus I have into a pile pls this is THE big one. I’m looking at the note I’ve stored all this lore in on my notes app,and it’s like. 35 fucking pages?

I've looked at a ton of alternate looper aus [that's part of the hyperfixation babeyyyy I need to consume ALL content forever and ever and ever] and I was like “oohhhh I wanna do that!!” So I literally just listened to music until I caught an idea and yikes. Looking at the AUs playlist now [it’s about 100 songs! Oops!] and I’m like [cartoony image of me laying face first on the floor]

This is a bit scattered because I wrote it over 3 days instead of working on the fic I’m supposed to be writing ooopsieeeee. Ramblings belowvvvvvvvvvv

It begins as simply as the game does. No one knows how to wish properly; so Siffrin wishes, because they know how to. The same folded leaf, repeated three times wish. Close to what is said in canon; different enough for the Universe to read it differently. No longer does Siffrin loop, because the wish isn’t about him, it’s about Bonnie and their sister. Siffrin’s wish is construed as “I wish Bonnie’s wish would come true,” and even if the Universe can’t hold onto Bonnie’s wish as they did it wrong, it CAN hold onto Siffrin’s.

And that’s the base point: EVERY LOOP, Siffrin wishes, because he wishes after he talks to them and that's where they loop back to, and its wish craft goes to Bonnie. A recipe for disaster with how much time they have!

They loop back when Siffrin gets crushed by the rock, because they can’t win while being down a party member. When they touch a tear, or when the sadnesses get the jump on the party and they all go down, or when they use the dagger equivalent [a poisoned snack], or when they get to the King. They Never Beat The King. Think SASASAaP but ISAT.

Bonnie doesn’t fight with craft, but rather craft-infused weapons. The wok and their pan for rock, a pair of kitchen shears for scissors and a cookbook for paper. Snacks for healing and buffs. And they have a cool friend that lives in the favor tree! [they get in fistfights like every five loops. Maybe it would be funny, someone just as willing to spar with them instead of trying to find the right words they can’t find because they’re a kid, if their friend wasn’t ALSO another version of themself, which bonnie clocks pretty late.] They pick up little quirks from their friends, like biting their nails like Belle, and puffing up to look bigger like Isa and stealing Dile's curses and closing an eye to match Frin's in focus. And maybe they start forgetting a little bit, just a little! The same thing over and over will get to you.

So everything essentially boils down to this. Bonnie specifically needs to be strong enough to beat the King, as the rest of the party doesn’t keep experience through loops. For a good chunk of the loops, they take advantage of Siffrin asking them if they need help and drag him into a training lesson that slowly goes from a whole emotional conversation to them quietly listening to Siffrin’s every word. [Siffrin fills this silence with random star facts that pop into their mind. This Is Important It WILL Be On The Test] Eventually the training becomes too tedious, so they start sneaking off to go fight sadnesses— and eventually just punch trees, which busts their knuckles— to get stronger faster! Everything goes downhill from there, with them forgetting to make food to them sneaking out at night to fight more to them getting reckless and uncaring; it snowballs down into “oh this could be considered suicidal confidence”.

Every loop, you say "hey, I'm trapped in a time loop", and EVERY time it is a big emotional thing that exhausts you to the point of going to bed immediately after, and everyone gets antsy and worried, and in the end the anxiety and trouble NEVER ends up mattering because the King still flattens the party every time. [And (shuffling through the sea of my notes for the au), imagine this from their situation for a second; Today, you tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that makes you cry, and you go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they will protect you, and you will protect them. You make sure he doesn't get squashed by a boulder, you make sure they find the key, you make sure they don't die. Tomorrow, you will tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They will drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that will make you cry, and you will go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they've failed to protect you, but they're trying this loop, and you'll still protect them anyway.]

And then the King fight. He grabs them and he kills them and it fucks them up. [it fucks them up, until it too happens again and again, and eventually it simply is just another obstacle you must pass, because the second his stupid hand wraps around you like a ragdoll it’s over, so you just spit in his face to make him press the trigger immediately and not drag it out for forever- imagine the most traumatic event in your entire life, repeated over and over, until it looses all meaning. It’s still traumatic, it’s sewn into your brain forever you will never forget this.]

They tell the party ‘hey, I just got murdered’, and if this au was ISAT, it would go from having a memory that gave everyone a defense buff to a memory that literally stops you from winning, randomly attaching to a party member. You couldn’t get rid of it. They’d take every hit for you, and you’d have to loop back, because you couldn’t win with an unremovable memory like that. and that’s why they stop saying things, because if the people you loved would die to protect you, something you don’t want and have the ability to stop, would you stop them?

And so everything collapses, and from that point [the start of act 4] it collapses fast.

WHICH LEADS US TO ENDLESS MY FAVORITE LITTLE THANG

if this is transparent or not I don’t fucking know and honestly. After 2 hours of fighting ibisPaint X to make it transparent I stopped caring. o7

Slight design notes tangent: the fucking. Wispy things around their limbs just kinda move around them- yknow because black holes pull things in and they are one. Their like,,,, face spike design??? Question mark on what 2 call it? It’s designed to look like their hair lol. The little star-dot things on their knuckles are important smile. Eventually I’ll post a full thing 4 them (I have like 2 pages of random doodles of them it’s craaazy)

Endless (or Ness, later on) is Bonnie’s loop-alike. They’re a little angry hater and I based them on the song Black Hole Sun [therefore they double-dip in the space theming, the little scoundrel! Imagine being both a black hole and a partial eclipse!! Damn why you taking all the space theming for!!] which was the song the whole AU was based on! Woah! Damn you carrying ALL the out of AU lore in you! They’re anger over fear while Bonnie is fear over anger.

They make me SO fucking upset. Like. I’m not being funny anymore. This is THE most upsetting character I’ve ever written. They make me cry. My entire schtik is making horror and this little creature is the most upset I've ever been at a creation of mine.

Endless is a Bonnie who, without exaggerating, literally imploded from having too much wish craft in them— hence the black hole theme. They went through an unreasonable amount of loops [i think I noted down 400??? Probably not that many, but hey, leveling is slow when half the time you rely on a scripted event that has like 3 enemies. Never really pinned anything down, but it’s a CRAZY upsetting amount.] and just couldn’t win,, and they eventually broke, and begged for it to stop— and, well, with so much wish craft in them, even without the proper rituals the Universe just couldn’t ignore ALL this wish craft, overflowing, in one spot. They asked for help and it killed them.

And then they were at the tree! And they’re helping a DIFFERENT Bonnie, who they’re upset at because what. What why is this happening? They asked for it to stop, not for a whole NEW Bonnie to exist and to do it all over again, what is this what, stop stop it. And they have to keep watching Siffrin wish, and doom them to their endless loop, and they have to tell Bonnie no, the party can’t help them like they want the party to do because the party never could help them, and it’s just going to bring them distress and heartache. Bonnie does it anyways, until the very beginning of act 4: it goes downhill from there, until they’re worried This Bonnie will end up like THEM.

They’re not the most self-confident type. They give themself the most un-nicknameable name [Bonnie still finds one that fits— Ness. They reluctantly accept it.] [Endless vc: Ness? Like? From Earthbound???] they can think of because nicknames are a love language and they speak it, and they don't think they deserve it anymore because they've Changed, and trade out the nicknames they have for the party for things they learned from Siffrin in their own many many training loops: The Sun, The Moon, The Star, The Sky, and Bonnie is Supernova, because its cool as hell and Siffrin told them that’s what happens when a star dies, and they died. Open foreshadowing. They take to closing the same eye they made Siffrin the Star loose, because if he doesn’t get to see anymore neither should they— even if that eventually becomes a natural thing, something they do now to focus. They talk about a sister they have— had, because their world is gone and she never got unfrozen, they never learned if she was alive under all that icy craft or not, and they’re not Bonnie anymore. Ness is Bonnie, but Bonnie is not Ness.

And so, when act 5 hits, they’re desperate. They can’t see it happen again, because it erased them as a person and it was terrifying enough why would you want to see it happen again? they prepare to storm the house, bevause theyre strong enough to tear it apart themself, get stopped by the party, and essentially they’ve replaced Bonnie for a loop; which would be okay, if failing didn’t mean there would probably be Two Endlesses and No Bonnie’s. By the end of the au, Bonnie, lvl 99, is like bringing a brick to a stare down. Endless, in comparison, is like bringing a bazooka to a fistfight. They can’t face the King, they can’t, it would probably mess something up [the party has them pinned as being a kid by this point— wether they realise Ness acts a lot like Bonnie or not, who knows] so they panic and wave the party off into the King’s room and fights off the remaining sadnesses to calm down.

And the Party brings Bonnie down, and they fight a fake version of their sister [who they win against, even if barely, because Nille is their sister and damnit, Nille would never hurt them, not after giving up her life for them] and they have a breakdown, and then there's two of them. There's Bonnie and there's Ness. Bonnie confronts them and they get in ANOTHER fistfight, bveause how else would two angry ultra-powerful preteens settle things, and Bonnie convinces them to come along, because their identity has been found out and damnit Nille really won't care, Ness is her sibling too.

[Nille approaches the situation carefully, but Bonnie is right: Nille sees the two of them and immediately decides she has two siblings and she wants to protect them. Both of them went through so, so much, and they saved the country and damnit it would be monstrous to throw Ness out to the wolves because they Changed. Aka I was physically incapable of letting Ness dissapear or have a bad ending they deserve the world too.]

I just I jsutt. Auguhghghghhh. au too big in my brain spill it out on the floor it goes everywhere. When you hyperfix on your own au

#isat #in stars and time #isat au #isat bonnie #<- this is abt them. uh oh.#recipe of the day #anyways the au title is based on a shitty joke I made once #also “”’hey chef what’s for dinner? slop! slime!’#something something the recipe of the day is timeloop soup. yknow. a timeloop au. and soup…….#who let me in the kitchen. someone take me out before I burn the place down #I have. so many thoughts about this au #most of which boil down to me screaming and crying #I know there are multiple other AUs where Bonnie loops but counterpoint #has an alt looper au ever not had the looper wish?#[pushing divine intervention behind me. no that does not exist in this question]#I really like twisting au tropes on their heads :)#‘I don’t want to tread on other ppls ideas’ handshake ‘three month au hyperfix lets fucking go let’s yap’#they can and will coexist heart emoji.#I think about this au a lot. I’m cooking so much art #(yknow. aside from being the worlds slowest artist. oop)#I’ll prob post abt it every now and then (aka when I finish the fucking art)#but for now. laying my au cards down #endless is my favorite little being ever rn they’re such a little hater

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anon-maly · 1 year ago

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Why Nagito Komaeda and Izuru Kamukura could be a canon pair in a no-despair AU

Sure, we only have two official scenes where we see them properly interact. But we also have a lot of official non-canon material that has them interact with each other. This leads me to believe that Kamukoma could have been a real, canon ship if the despair tragedy in Danganronpa didn't exist (this is a theory thing I have posted and pinned on all my social media lmao)

Firstly, let’s keep in mind that Nagito has a canon ‘crush’ on Izuru (crushes can mean anything that’s an infatuation, romantic or not). His song, Zettai Kibō Birthday, is literally about him wanting to “do it” with the “absolute hope” he met on campus.

There is also another song he has, Poison (Gekiyaku), where he talks about wanting to meet and love "the biggest hope". Izuru Kamukura is the Ultimate Hope, the absolute hope. It's undeniable that Nagito has a crush on Izuru and likes him romantically and/or sexually.

Moving on: There are two scenes in the anime where we see Nagito and Izuru interact.

First scene, aka THE scene. Nagito’s crush on Izuru began here. He didn’t know Izuru was the Ultimate Hope, he just fell for him. Kazutaka Kodaka even describes this scene as similar to a beautiful, elegant dance. (also, why did Izuru have to grab Nagito by his waist in that scene?? He could've grabbed his back for support instead, which I assume is far more convenient??)

The other anime scene we see them interact may not be with the real Izuru Kamukura, but instead, it's with the AI Alter Ego version of him: The World Destroyer. There are no official sources of Izuru Kamukura smiling (to my knowledge as of so far), except in here. For context: After World Destroyer (AI Izuru) brings up the emotion of "hope" to Nagito in the Danganronpa 2.5 OVA, Nagito starts recalling this emotion. While he reflects on this concept out loud, we see a frame of World Destroyer smiling at him.

Now considering all this, why was THIS the scene that Izuru was smiling?

Did he enjoy hearing Nagito talk about hope?

Or was he happy that Nagito was returning back to his normal self?

Either way, he is only smiling because of Nagito; It's safe to say he does not find Nagito boring since he smiled

Anime aside, we see 1 more canon interaction between Izuru and Nagito. And that's from the second game, chapter 0.

Yes, in this scene Izuru is very openly annoyed by Nagito. But keep in mind, this isn't regular Nagito Komaeda, this is a Remnant of Despair. He is brainwashed by Junko's despair influence, therefore he isn't himself. Would you consider Sonia to still be herself during her time as a Remnant of Despair who convinced her whole country to die?

Unlike Nagito’s world from the 2.5 OVA, Nagito has been forcefully altered to be induced with despair. This is not the real him.

In the OVA scene, Izuru smiles because Nagito was returning to his true self. In this scene, Izuru finds Nagito boring because he is a Remnant of Despair

Therefore, it’s logical to think that Izuru is slightly interested in the REAL Nagito.

Also adding on the Izuru-finds-Nagito's-real-personality-to-be-interesting theory:

World Destroyer in the OVA openly admits to finding Nagito to act unpredictably for him. And all Izuru ever does is complain about things being boring since everything is predictable for him. If he finds Nagito to be someone he could not predict, doesn't that mean there's a chance Izuru finds Nagito interesting rather than boring?

Now, time for non-canon stuff:

Still sticking to the Izuru finds Nagito unpredictable—therefore interesting—argument: This scene in Danganronpa S shows Nagito offering Izuru himself to be someone who listened to his "worries". As expected, Izuru found that thought to be useless. However, he still spends a WHILE conversing with Nagito, meaning that he actually found a conversation with Nagito to be more engaging than he expected. He basically said that he found Nagito more interesting than he anticipated.

More unofficial media analysis:

Izuru Kamukura has been characterized as loyal and altruistic. We see him get out of his way to help someone in need for no huge reason. He literally shoots Nagito in canon because Junko Enoshima got to Izuru first, therefore his loyalty was to Junko.

And if Junko Enoshima never got to him first, we could have seen this altruistic side of Izuru more. If Izuru can find Nagito worth his time, being loyal to him wouldn't be something he would find agonizing.

TL;DR: Izuru Kamukura is loyal to anyone. If he finds Nagito Komaeda unpredictable (interesting), his loyalty to Nagito wouldn't feel too boring. Since Nagito actually has a crush on Izuru, Nagito wouldn't just "use him" like Junko Enoshima. Therefore, Izuru isn't likely to dislike Nagito in the future. Nagito feels attracted to Izuru + Izuru finds someone not boring = Mutual-pining slow-burn Kamukoma is real... as long as it's set in another 'happier' universe.

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maxe-murderer · 2 years ago

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so uh, tssm band au i guess

might eventually do the rest of the designs but i doubt im gonna do anything with this au aside from some art and daydreaming

thank you @voltrixz for the continued fueling of my brain rot

ramblings abt the au under the cut

ok so sandmans lead guitar, shocker is rhythm guitar and also electric banjo when the vibe fits and vocals (baritone/tenor range), electro plays bass (can play guitar but mains bass) and vocals (baritone with particularly good low growly notes), vulture gets the keys and can sing but doesn't do much aside from some backup here and there for the whole group (baritone/tenor but like, softer, good falsetto), rhinos drums and vocals (bass), and ock gets the mother fucking theremin he does also swap out for keys tho (but he's mostly a classical piano type)

their style is very all over the place but stick mostly to rock and similar feeling genres. each song tends to feel a bit more like one persons style in particular. they swap around vocals depending on the vibe with the more growly, heavy metal, screaming type vocals going to electro and rhino while shocker and vulture are more traditional ig with their singing. ock does most the composing and vulture majority of the lyric writing. they're in a constant state of breaking up, getting back together, and rearranging members

spider-band! ok so peter of guitar and vocals (tenor, he's the front man), gwen on drums and vocals (mezzo-soprano), and harry plays keys (cause cmon no way he wasn't required to take piano lessons or smth) and will do some backup vocals but like he's not a singer and he knows it. mj joins later on and plays bass, she joins in on the backup vocals (alto) when with the band but does have an insane voice, she does do plenty of solo work tho.

mysterio plays like, everything. but is most known for playing the electric violin cause cmon its a fuckin electric violin that shits cool. high baritone tenor (just like, imagine the phantom ok that was my only thought process with this decision). he did try to go into acting but for as great as he is with everyone on tech he's a little shit to work with if he's onstage and too cheesy for most directors. fucking ate as carlos in a production of legally blonde once tho. he works a lot with chameleon (somehow manages to do great hair, makeup, and costuming) and tinkerers some sorta techie but my tech experience is all theater and i know jack about instruments and shit

black cat imma say is an alto (listen i was an alto for a long while before i became a tenor) and like, i think poppy is a good point of reference for some of the vibes im getting for her. and in general a mix of like, sultry seductive type songs and straight up heavy metal.

ok sandman and rhino were/are obviously a duo, shocker does his own solo stuff and is a part of the enforcers (its straight up country),

literally no fucking clue for kraven. ok i think this is everything i thought of. if you read all of this thank you lmao

ok its 1am and i got shit to do tmrrw love yall talk to me abt this show at any time pls

#max's art #max rambles #tssm #spectacular spider man #tssm band au #im proud of some of these and happy with the rest #sandman was surprisingly rlly fun #and i gotta give him tattoos which i always like #i was thinking abt those blackout tattoos with him and also played off of his name and the folklore of the sandman with the poppy tattoo #cause yknow #poppies are associated with sleep and all that #i dont think this is technically my first time drawing instruments but it basically was cause i cant remember the other time i did #i just know it prob happened #it was surprisingly fun

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thingyanon · 8 days ago

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Hi hi ranting about my spinoff

Just before I say anything, stands in this universe are inherently chemical and can thus be created. Even stand abilities can be extrapolated and replicated, as will be mentioned below. I’m also not even a transhumanist lmao

I got unfortunately named stands in my au. Halfway through one of the guys has to change his stand name because the namesake behind it did something stupid. I like to give stand names to characters based on their morality sometimes. I’ve got an asshole supremacist with an m/s/i stand (you don’t have to say you’re a fan when they only have five good songs at most, if you actually went and listened to them you’d see how dogshit they are. Don’t go and do that though don’t give them money.)

But I also got a main antagonist with a stand named after the sweetest fucking person in the world. So sorry AURORA but you’re a bound stand now. Yeah it’s not fun. The stand never listened to her and was just named that anyway, all caps and everything yes. The user didn’t listen to her either cause she’s DEAD (pillar). It makes me feel bad having this manipulative antagonist that ends up driving a guy crazy (Emporio) be named after her when my protag literally has a Grimes stand.

I’ve got reasons for the Grimes naming scheme that Mayday has and ofc it has to do with a lot of naïve and idealistic transhumanism which is supposed to parallel Magentas same naïve and idealistic industrialism. Maydays relationship with Grimes is a sort of love/hate because:

Mayday actually knows what she’s talking about in terms of transhumanism

Grimes and her *associate* ruined the whole ideology

Mayday knows Grimes was manipulated into the position she’s in, however she continued to drag herself into the ground all by herself so it’s hard to forgive her

Mayday watched her become a sellout in real time, as mentioned above

Mayday knows Grimes still continues to suffer what was forced on her and what gave her that fucked up and stupid view on transhumanism

She knows it’s already too late for her and the damage is already done

And the reason I gave her a stand named like that in the first place is because MAYDAY DIRECTLY PARALLELS GRIMES.

She’s an idealist, transhumanist, and she believes she’s above others. She’s kinda ruining transhumanism aswell with her increasingly predatory attitude towards other stand users. The fact she created Dogmatica (basically Whitesnake) in the first place is worrying, even if it’s made “only for people who can’t survive stand flu,” because her public appearances and comments on stands make it obvious that in one way or another, she’s out for blood. She wants to get rid of too-powerful stands, ones with “the capability of torture.” The frequency of these statements has people wondering when she’ll stop. At what point are stands not capable of torture, and will she just keep going anyway?

Mayday has sought out to put regulations on stands and their uses, and as we’ve seen can absolutely be a good thing and is possibly NEEDED, it’s just the fact that it sounds like she doesn’t intend to stop at any point. There’s no goalpost. She absolutely has a good amount of points and good intentions, but stands are also a part of people, and this gets people a bit put off about her if they think enough about it.

When Mayday actually talks about Grimes and you get her insight, you might think either:

Hey this is mayday being a hypocrite!

Hey does mayday not actually believe in what she’s doing?

And both are completely correct. She’s also a sellout, driven into a shit, despondent, and out of touch state of mind by her surroundings and her superiors. She knows this, and has no idea what to do about it, so she does nothing. All she really sees around her is torture some days. She creates a lot of defensive weapons against stands and actually sells them, and she has halted quite a bit of stand violence, but they insist that as it’s their fighting spirit, that it’s an art form that she’s suppressing. However, she created her own stand, she ‘doesn’t have that culture.’ In fact, when people find out, they don’t think she’s a real stand user at all. That’s toatally not an allusion to anything. This mad (as in angry) scientist totally has no insecurities.

Or you could just call her the onceler I dunno. Alexa play thermodynamic lawyer. AND dead man, don’t forget dead man. Fuck it play kill v maim too.

#she does absolutely overcome a lot of these problems tho. unlike grimes. maybe hopefully one day grimes will too #mayday mayday #my favorite antihero #text post #KT would HATE mayday #just wanna mention it #I’ve thought about it often and it’s fun #mayday is gonna be written with like no plot armor and gets her ass beat half the time #she’s tertiary ajacent and is written like one #so KT could kick her ass and get away with it #thermodynamic lawyer is basically Jodio monologuing about her as he believes it was her who stole off a chunk of his stand #and she did it with a primitive Dogmatica that was literally just *SHANK* scoops your stands flesh #dead man (by self) is her motivations and relations with the main cast. but also her fights with Riot #a group of stand users that are trying to kinda assassinate her. their oldest member is 18 lmao #kill v maim is litterally her stand name. and also her for real. and also micheal corleone as a genderfluid space vampire #istg that song has it all #also. riot actually gets to her multiple times and influences her a lot. actually gets her to change her aggressions #and dogmatica is forbidden for use in offensive situations or as punishment #that’s the power of violent protest!#or just protest in general yk

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littlexscarletxwitch · 2 years ago

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hi there! really love your work especially for florence! 😍

I guess this is kind of an AU, I’m a real simp when it comes to flo singing or anything music related. would it be possible if you could do a scenario where flo works as a singer/performer at a live music bar/pub, has been friends and eventually head over heels with R but has been stuck in a toxic relationship with s/o and flo has been discreetly convincing R that there’s someone (flo obviously HEHE) out there who would treat R better, so flo decides to write a song and invites R to come watch flo perform, as the song is dedicated to R, although R has a dilemma of fixing things with the toxic s/o, or watch flo perform instead …

GAHHH it’d be great if this ends with a big fluff! the song can be anything, could be the actual songs she made or just a song recommendation that would fit the situation. I hope you can continue with the rest of the details cuz i know for sure I’ll enjoy reading it nonetheless! 🧡🙏🏻

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

paring: au!florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, hurt/comfort, r deserving better, toxic relationship, flo super in love with r, proofread but let me know about any mistake

warning(s): mentions of consuming alcohol, mentions of domestic violence (nothing explicit tho), gaslight, abusive boyfriend, gaslight, mentions of psychological abuse, language, grammatical error, (tell me if I missed anything)

word count: 6k

note: when I first read this request I went crazy. I was like this, this is *chef's kiss* c'est magnifique. I had so many ideas for this fic and wanted it to be perfect. I also wanted it to be long, hence the 6k words. I really loved writing this. I had so many options for the song, it literally wasn't until last minute that I decided to go with that one. I really hope you like this just as much as I do, nonnie. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

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His words were venom, piercing your ears and hammering in your brain.

Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t dare to shed them, not in front of him. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction over and over again. He didn’t deserve it.

But it hadn’t always been like that —he hadn’t always been like that. As he kept on his lecture towards you about breaking that glass, your mind drift off to the day you met him.

The moment you met him you felt like he was your other half. You thought he was everything you ever wanted, desired and needed. There was something about him that made you feel at ease around him, as if you had known him your entire life. But the truth was you didn’t know him at all.

That day when the two of you crossed paths, he showed you the version of himself that he wanted you to see. He appeared to be a gentleman, always so caring and giving you everything you yearn for. And you fell for him, for his lies. You couldn’t see who he really was.

You remembered that day, you ran to find her —Florence. A big smile was plastered on your face, and it was all because of him. You told her about this man you met waiting for your coffee, you told her that you felt he was the one. She called you crazy for feeling that way about a stranger, and warned you that for all the two of you knew, he could be a serial killer. But you were too naive to listen to her, trusting your heart and not your gut, and just let yourself open up to the possibility that he could be the one person you had been looking for your whole life. The one person you had been reading all those stories about, the one person the main character fell for, the one person to fulfil you. And now he was the one person you feared.

You didn’t know how the two of you got to this point. It all changed without you even noticing it. His caring caress became careless and turned into firmed grips, leaving blue marks on your skin. His light touch turned into slaps. His sweet kisses became poisonous. His loving eyes are now gone and loveless. He was not even a shadow of the person you had met. It was as if you had imagined him, a reflection of what your heart wished for and your brain was too kind and let you fall for him.

The loud sound of the door closing made you jump, bringing you back to reality. You thanked it was over, at least for now. You were thankful that he only hit you with words. You noticed his car keys were gone, you figured he would be on his way to his favourite bar. The place he frequented everytime he would snap at you. The thought of it made you sick, as if he was the one suffering and he had to drown all his pain and sorrow by intoxicating himself, while you had to stay here, figuring out how to pick yourself up.

You stayed there, sat on the couch, reliving the last few seconds on your mind. Flashes of him screaming at you, anger all over his face, all because of a stupid fucking glass. You wanted to cry and scream all your pain away. But it wasn't going to help you at all.

You didn’t know how to get out of this, this whole fucking mess that you now got to called life, —your life. So you decided to go to the only place where you would feel safe, warm and at home. You took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. It was now 9PM, she was just getting started. If you were to leave now, you’ll be there for at least her second song.

You quickly grabbed a hoodie, put on your converse and walked out the door. You needed to go to her, you needed her to feel safe, to tell you that everything was going to be okay, you needed her to put you back together, like she always did.

The bar where Florence worked was only a block away from your apartment. And as you predicted you got there when she started to announce her next song. The loud noise of chattering filled your ears as soon as you entered the place. But soon died down as she made herself heard.

“Okay, this next one is called ‘Sweet Caroline’,” the cheering of the people cut her off, which made her chuckle. “Alright, looks like you guys know that one, so please sing along with us.”

You took a look at her, she moved so confidently on the small stage. A smile found its way into her lips. She was a natural, she was born for this. They all loved her.

A familiar chime began to play on the guitar, soon followed by Florence’s angelic voice. Although it was a more rock version of the original song, you found comfort in her voice. Soon everyone began to cheer her, and started singing along with her. But all you could focus on was her voice. You noticed the crowd clapping their hands to the beat of the drums. And then everyone lost their minds by the time of the chorus. Screaming, clapping, cheering.

You looked around yourself, taking in the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their life, moving their bodies to the beat of the song. You believed most of them were drunk already, or maybe getting there, but every single one of them had a big smile on their face.

You envied them. You wanted to enjoy yourself along with them, get lost in the moment and just dance to Florence's voice. But you couldn't since the last few minutes of your life still were at the back of your mind. Lurking and waiting patiently for you to break once again. But then Florence’s eyes found yours in the sea of people. Her smile grew wider at the sight of you. Your lips formed into a small smile, trying not to worry her right now. You couldnt mess this up for her. She told you once that when she was up there, it was as if she was on the top of the world. So who were you to take that away from her?

But you couldn’t fool her. She knew something was wrong with you the second her eyes landed on your frame. Your fake smile could fool anyone, sometimes even her. But your eyes could never. She could see the pain in them. Something had happened to you.

Soon enough the song ended, loud cheerings and clappings filled the room.

“I just want to thank everyone here for being an amazing public,” people whooing at her words. “Please give it up for Josie, the owner, but I think you already know her,” people now were cheering for Josie. “Us being up here wouldn’t be possible without her, so, thank you Jo. Um, we are going to take a break now, but we’ll be back real quick, I promise. Enjoy your beers. Thank you.”

Florence quickly made her way off of the stage and tried to find you. You weren’t hard to find. She knew exactly where you were waiting for her. Sitting on a bar stool, a glass in your hands which she hoped was just coke, patiently waiting for her. She slowly approached towards you, placing her hand on your back so you would know she was now beside you. Ready to help you in any way she could.

“Y/n?” she softly asked you, almost whispering. But you could hear her no matter the loud noise around you. You would always find a way to listen to her calming voice.

“Hey, you!” you faked a smile. “You were absolutely brilliant up there, I loved every second.”

“Just talk to me, Y/n. I can see you’re hurting. Tell me what he did this time,” it didn’t surprise you that she already knew something had happened between you and him.

Even though she didn’t say his name, just the mention of him brought back the memories of what had happened earlier. Your eyes got watery while your mind took you back to that scene. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to not spill your tears, and all you could see was his angry face, shouting at you.

“I, um, I broke a glass, it was my fault, I–,” your own sobs cut you off.

Florence cursed under her breath.

“Oh, baby. It’s not your fault. It could never be your fault,” she hugged you. Breathing in her perfume calmed you down. “He's an asswhole,” she grabbed your face, making you look at her. “You hear me? He doesn’t deserve you, okay? You’re too good for him. You should dumb his ass tonight.”

“Flo, I don’t know–.”

“I swear I’m going to kill him, I swear, Y/n. Please, don’t go back there,” her fingertips were tracing circles in your cheeks, heat slowly creeping over your face. “ Stay at my place, yes? You can stay as long as you need to. Hell, you could stay forever for all I care,” she joked, but she actually meant what she said. “Just don’t go back to him.”

You noticed tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Guilt washing over you, because you caused them.

“I can’t leave him, Flo. He is everything I’ve ever known. Who would want someone as broken as me?”

I would. I always have. Florence thought, but she couldn't find her voice to tell you.

Instead she said, “You, Y/n, are the most kind, caring, selfless, loving person I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Anyone would be lucky to be right by your side. Damn it, Y/n. You have no idea how special you are. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, and then you’ll understand how fucking remarkable you are.”

You couldn't hold the tears any longer.

“Oh, no, don’t cry,” but it was too late. Tears were running down your cheeks. She gently wiped them out with her fingertips, but you couldn’t stop them from keeping on falling. “He doesn’t deserve your tears, baby.”

You noticed Florence’s lips on your forehead, leaving small kisses there. She then moved further down to your left cheek, kissing your tears away. Lastly, she left a kiss in the corner of your lips. Which made your stomach and skin burn. You instantly move your head her way, as if trying to find her lips. But she had already pulled back.

You didn’t know why you did that, why you felt the need to feel her lips against yours, or why you were already missing her lips on your skin. But it was now long forgotten. It was just your body reacting to touch, you told yourself. But it felt good that it was her touch.

“Stay with me, yes? At least for tonight, until we figured out what to do, okay?”

She made it sound so easy, and you wanted to believe it could be that easy. So you agreed. Tom would probably get mad at you for coming home late, or coming the next morning. But you were done thinking about him for the rest of the day. As Florence said, you two could figure something out later.

Florence stayed with you as long as she could. She spent her entire break hugging you, kissing you, and telling you sweet words. She was afraid that you would break down once again if she left you. But she had to do her job, the public, her band and Josie were counting on her. Much to her dismay, she left you, leaving kisses all over your face, promising she would be right back.

Before she got on stage, she went to Josie and asked her to keep an eye on you. Josie, ever being the kind woman she was, didn't have any kind of problem with it. She actually liked you, so she didn’t mind one bit spending time with you.

You didn’t want Florence to leave. Your heart shrunk the moment you watched her walking away from you. You already missed her and she was only a few feet away from you. Anxiety was creeping over you, your right leg bouncing and your nails picking at your fingers. You needed her soothing touch, her soft warm skin against yours, her lips kissing all your worries away. You felt the noise in the small room getting louder and louder, coming through your ears and pounding your brain. You watched as Josie got closer to you telling you something, probably just saying ‘hello’, but you couldn’t make out her words. It was all becoming too much. And all of a sudden it stopped.

“Alright, we’re back,” Florence spoke loudly through the microphone.

Your brain caught on her voice immediately, as if she was the only person in the room, maybe even in the whole universe.

People shouted as soon as they heard her voice. It seemed like they needed to hear her voice as badly as you did. But you knew you were the only one that felt that way.

“I’m glad all of you chose to stay a bit longer,” even though you could see in her eyes that she was thinking about you, she was shining, even brighter than the sun. “So, we have a few songs left for you. I hope you enjoyed yourselves tonight, and without further ado: hit it, Jake!” She called out for the drummer to start the little countdown.

Once again the sound of the guitar filled your ears, quickly followed by the drums and finally Florence’s ethereal voice. As soon as she began singing you found yourself getting lost in her —her voice. There was something so comforting about it that it made you feel at home, safe and loved. You almost thought you had forgotten how that felt, but Florence was right there to remind you.

Soon enough, you felt your anxiety fading away the more you listened to her. It almost felt like she was just signing to you, and only you. And when her eyes found yours, you finally felt at ease. Or at least that's what you wanted to think. You felt your heart picking up its pace when she sent a wink your way, a grin forming on her lips which made your stomach flip.

Suddenly a voice pulled you out from your thoughts. This time hearing her clearly.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Josie said, while refilling your glass of coke.

You took one more look at Florence before replying, she was jumping around on the stage. You smiled at that scene. Her happiness was yours.

“She’s outstanding,” you corrected her, forcing yourself to stop looking at Florence.

“You know, she talks about you all the time.”

“Does she?” the thought of Florence talking about you to Josie made you blushed.

“All the time,” she emphasised. “Doesn’t matter if it’s about how breathtaking you are, or how adorable you look in certain clothes, or when she mumbles nonstop about how important you are to her, she always finds a way to talk about you. Even if it’s just to talk shit about that asswhole you called boyfriend.”

Her words took you by surprise, but then again Florence was your best friend, of course she would talk so fondly about you. Then you realised what Josie had said about Tom.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out how to handle that part.”

“There’s no handling him, Y/n. You just need to leave his stupidass, simple as that.”

“It’s not that simple, Jo. What if he gets mad about it? What if he…?” you trailed off, not wanting to put that thought out in the world. You glanced at Florence, as if making sure she was alright.

“He’s not going to mess with her, he knows better than that. He just goes after you because you let him, honey. I’m not trying to sound mean here, I’m just trying to help you out. So, my advice to you is that you leave him, send someone to pick up your stuff and never see that motherfucker ever again.”

“I–.”

“It’s okay, hon, you don’t have to say anything,” Josie cut you off, afraid she got carried away by her emotions. “I understand you, I once was in a position like yours. And I understand how complicated it all is. I just needed you to hear it from someone who went through something similar,” she caressed your cheek, as if both trying to comfort you and herself. “Just take care of yourself, okay? Promise me you will,” you could only nod at her, a lump formed in your throat unabling you to speak up.

You watched as she went to attend her customers, her words echoing in your brain. You were so engulfed by Josie’s words that you didn’t notice that Florence was now saying goodbye to the crowd.

“Thank you, everyone for this amazing night. We’re Florence and The Pixies. Goodnight!” As soon as Florence said goodbye, people screamed and cheered one last time for her and the band.

Once Florence got off the stage, she went looking for you.

“Hey,” you noticed a thin layer of sweat was covering her body, her short blonde hair was a mess. She still looked stunning. “Let me get my things and will be on our way, okay?”

You only nodded at her, watching her back as she went on to gather her things. Minutes later you watch as she said goodbye to Jake, Karen and Camilla, her band members, and made her way back to you.

“Let’s get you home,” she said, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

You leaned into her touch, seeking warmth and safety.

“Goodnight, Jo,” the both of you said at the same time, chuckling at the exact same choice of words.

“Have fun, sweeties,” Josie sent a wink your way, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

The moment the two of you got to her car, she quickly made her way to your door and opened up for you.

“Why thank you, kind lady,” you joked while taking your seat.

“My pleasure, my dear,” she said before closing the door.

You watched as she opened the door to the backseats and tossed her bag inside. Closed the door and made her way to the driver's side.

She started the car, fastened her seatbelt, looked over at you to make sure you had yours fastened as well, and then she drove the car out of the parking lot.

“Hey, you wanna grab some food?”

“Yeah, sure. I can call that Italian restaurant you like and we can pick it up.”

“Oh, yeah. Um, I want the one that is like rice, but that’s not what they called it.”

“Risotto?” you held your laugh.

“Yeah, that one.”

You called the restaurant while Florence drove the two of you there. They told you it would be ready to pick up in twenty minutes, but you two were only five minutes away from the restaurant.

Once you got to the restaurant parking lot, Florence turned off the car while the two of you waited. Florence thought this would be the right moment to tell you about her exciting news.

“You know, I, um, I’m signing a new song tomorrow night.”

“Oh, really?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Actually, I wrote it.”

“You did? Why didn’t you tell me?” you playfully smacked her arm.

“I wanted you to listen to it once it was finished. And it’s finished now. I would love for you to hear it tomorrow night.”

“Hell, yeah. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smiled at her, she felt her cheeks burn at the sight of you. “What is it about?”

“Well, you’ll have to hear it,” she shrugged.

“Oh, come on! Is it about an ex? Is it about Morgan? God, I hated Morgan,” you felt your throat burning at that thought.

“It’s not about Morgan,” Florence said with a playful tone, her words easing up the burning.

“Then tell me, please,” but she wasn’t going to give you an answer. “What could it be about?” you thought at loud. You gasped in realisation, “is it about me?”

Florence was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold her smile but failing miserably.

“Maybe…” she trailed off.

Your eyes winded at her answer, your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks were now red. You couldn’t believe she wrote a song about you.

[...]

You were now laying in Florence’s bed. You two were so tired that after having dinner the two of you just went to bed.

Florence thought you were already asleep, your breathing was so calmed and slowly. She gently caressed your cheek, afraid that you’ll wake up by her touch. In the dim light she could see your soft lips, slightly parted. She stared at them more than she usually would, trailing their shape with her eyes. You were so close to her that if she were to move, her lips would brush yours. Florence’s heart beating faster at the thought.

She wasn’t properly thinking, she couldn’t when you were that close to her. Your intoxicating perfume made her mind fuzzy. Or so she told herself, that she wasn’t thinking, that she was only reacting —reacting to you, your body, your lips, your scent. And so she leaned closer to you, and left a sweet kiss in the corner of your lips.

The light kiss would have probably gone unnoticed by you if it was from a different person. But it was hers, and, even though you were half asleep, your body reacted to her as it would always do. Your eyes immediately opened when you felt her lips on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep,” she whispered. She was sorry for waking you up, but not for kissing you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered back.

Her eyes seemed to be a darker shade of green in the poor light, almost as if they were filled with lust. Your eyes trailed down her nose, and then her lips. The lips that you had just made contact with. You realised you were staring at them, so you quickly looked up to find her eyes.

“Y/n…” Florence trailed off. You noticed her voice got lower, making your stomach flipped.

You unconsciously licked your lips before speaking.

“Yes?”

You noticed she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat.

“I want to, um,” she looked at your lips once, as if you would understand just by the simple action. You understood perfectly. “But I don’t want to fucked things up between us.”

“It’s okay, Flossie,” you moved closer to her, your nose brushing hers, waiting for her to finally take you out of your misery.

You were both breathing heavily, the air felt thick, and you felt this sort of electricity running through your whole body.

You gasped as you watched her leaning closer and a soft moan escaped from your mouth the moment you felt her lips against yours. She tasted so sweet. Her lips felt foreign but also familiar. It felt as if you were only made to kiss her lips, and her lips only. Your heart picked up its pace. Your hand went to find her short hair, gently pulling it, earning a whimper out of her. She bit your bottom lip making you groan. She moved her lips away from yours to leave a trail of kisses and bites down your neck, marking you as hers.

“That’s going to leave a mark.”

“That’s why I did it,” even though you couldn’t see her face, you could feel the grin in her words.

You grabbed her by her chin, forcing her lips back to yours. Now that you had tasted them you couldn’t get enough of them. Your lips kissed and bit hers. Both of your tongues were dancing with each other. The quiet room was now filled with soft moans and whimpers coming out from the both of you.

You pressed her chest closer to yours, wanting to feel every inch of her body. You soon realised that your skin was on fire, your mind was clouded by thoughts of her, and although you wanted to take things further, you knew it wasn’t the right time. Not with Tom still in the picture, you would have to handle that situation and then, maybe, you could put your shit together to be what she needed.

Much to your dismay you pulled back from her, resting your forehead on hers.

“I, um,” you struggled to find the words, it was as if your brain had gotten drunk on her. “I need to take care of Tom first, okay?” Florence's heart ached at the mention of him. “I promise I will cut him off and then we can talk about this, about us, yes? Maybe after I listen to that wonderful song of yours, okay?”

You watched as stars formed in her eyes, her lips flashing you an upside down smile.

“Okay, I can do that,” she whispered, almost like she couldn't believe it was actually happening.

You put your arm around her shoulders, letting her rest her hand on your chest. Florence could feel your heartbeat, beating as fast as hers. Her arms wrapped around your waist, she didn’t want to let go of you. She breathed in your scent and found comfort in it.

You left a light kiss on her forehead, before finally closing your eyes with a smile on your face, and let exhaustion take over you. That night, you peacefully slept, wrapped in Florence’s arms. Knowing that you were safed, loved and at home. But most importantly, you were with her. And that was all you needed for your heart and mind to be at ease. Even though things would get messy the next day.

[...]

You spent almost the entire day at Florence’s. You told yourself that you only wanted to be with her, and it was true, but it was also an excuse to not face Tom. You watched as your phone lit up once again, his name covering the screen. But you ignore the call, same as the other 20 times he had called before. It was stupid to do that, it would only get him angrier. But as Josie told you, he wouldn’t dare to come near Florence, he would only mess with you.

You were scared how he would react to you breaking up with him. Although you wanted to live in the present with Florence, all your mind could think of was all the things he would say or do to convince you to stay with him.

You wanted to believe that you wouldn’t fall for lies again, but you weren’t that strong. So you could only hope that things would go well.

By nightfall, you asked Florence to drive you home. She insisted that she wanted to stay with you, in case you needed her. But you reassured her that you would be okay, besides she already had to be at Josie’s, getting ready for her show.

Before getting out of the car, you pecked her lips and promised her you would be there to hear her song. Your heart shrunk as you watched her driving away. You more than anything wanted that to be the truth, that you’d be in time for her song, —your song. You only hoped Tom didn’t make things harder for you.

You took the stairs and in no time, you reached the second floor. You headed to yours and Tom’s apartment door, you took a big breath and opened up the door. That was it, no backing down now.

The smell of alcohol filled your nose as soon as you walked in, the tv was on, there were pizza left overs on the tea table, and Tom was passed out on the couch. You let out the breath you had been holding when your eyes landed on his unconscious body, maybe the universe was on your side this time. You took this as a sign to gather your stuff and leave him, you decided to pack some clothes and some hygiene products and leave the rest. It didn’t matter to you anyways.

You carefully made your way to yours and Tom’s shared bedroom, even though it had been a long time since the two of you last shared that bed. You grabbed the biggest bag you could find and started to toss everything you could inside. You were almost done when you heard steps coming from the kitchen. Your heart, that had calmed down once you saw Tom pass out, was now beating twenty times faster.

Slowly you headed to the front door, you saw Tom looking for a beer in the fridge. You thought that maybe you could leave unnoticed, as if you were never there in the first place. But your brain caught on it too late, and Tom was now facing you.

“Y/n?” his voice was raspy, you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because he had just woken up. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop,” he sounded as if he had been worried sick, he reminded you of the Tom you first met.

But your heart and mind knew better than that. They now knew that all he did was lie, that he didn’t mean any kind word coming out of his mouth, that he only spoke venom, and you were done with it, this time for good. You had already given him a second chance, and a third, and a fourth, and so many more that you lost count. This was it.

“I’m leaving, Tom,” you whispered but loud enough for him to hear.

You felt your hands shaking, a lump in your throat.

“You can’t leave, Y/n. You won’t.”

“I have to,” tears were starting to form in your eyes, but you weren’t going to shed them.

“You won’t leave, Y/n. You hear me? You are nothing without me,” he slammed the beer against the floor, you jumped at the sound of glass shattering.

Tom noticed it, and it made him change his approach.

“Y/n, baby, come on, It’s me.”

“No,” you shook your head wanting all of it to be over.

“Jesus Chrit, come on, Y/n. Just put the bag down. We can talk about this, come on, baby,” he slowly stepped closer to you, but you backed down, hitting your back to the door. “It's because of her, isn’t it?” he spat. “I knew that bitch would cause trouble. Don’t you see? She’s trying to break us apart. Just take a breath okay? Come sit with me, yes? It’s you and me, come on. It’s just us. I love you, Y/n. I really do. Let’s just talk about this.”

A part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to believe he could be better, that he could be the man you fell for. But he wasn’t there anymore, and neither was the person you once were.

You looked at the clock, it was almost 9PM, time for her show.

Memories of her came rushing through your mind. Her gentle touch, her soft lips against yours, her fingertips tracing circles on your skin, her teeth leaving marks on your neck, her loving eyes, her sweet moans. And then you realised, that was what love was all about. And Tom was far away from that.

“You don’t love me, Tom,” you finally found your voice. “Maybe in that sick brain of yours you really think this is love. But it’s not. And you know what,” you reached for the door handle, “I pity you. Because you’ll never know what love is,” you quickly walked outside.

“Y/n, I swear to God–,” but the shut door didn’t let you listen to him.

Given that Florence’s show was about to start, you ran downstairs and made your way to the bar. You couldn't miss this, you didn’t want to. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you and hoped you would be there on time.

“Alright, we are Florence and The Pixies,” you heard once you walked in, relief washing over you as she was just getting started.

You were a panting mess and your legs felt like they were going to give up any second, but you couldn’t let that happen.

“I, um, I wrote this song,” you pushed yourself through the crowd getting closer to the stage, —to her. “It’s a really special song, I wrote it for someone I really love,” her eyes finally found yours, finding comfort in them and letting out the breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “I hope you like it, it’s called: ‘You Stupid Bitch” she said looking right at you, a grin plastered on her face.

Your eyes winded at the title of the song, she chuckled at your reaction and sent a wink your way, your cheeks went red immediately.

The sound of the drums and guitar filled your ears, soon followed by the bass, and then Florence’s voice.

“You let the wrong people love you.”

Your mind instantly thought of Tom.

“But you don't see that, do you?”

It was true, you had only realised a few seconds ago that what Tom felt for you wasn't love.

“When you cry and need my comfort. I drop everything to come over.”

All those times you went to her, seeking warmth and safety that she could only offer.

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me.”

Your eyes were now glossy, knowing that she was right. You mentally cursed yourself for not realising her feelings towards you sooner.

“You don't know what you deserve. And that's why you end up hurt.”

Your mind went back to that night when you asked Florence who would want someone as broken as you.

“But you never listen. Take my advice as criticism. Then make the worst decisions.”

Florence warned you about Tom, what you didn’t listen.

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” her eyes never left yours, you could see the love she felt for you in them.

She jumped off the stage and moved towards you.

“You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” she finished her song.

She was now just an inch away from you.

You bit your bottom lip, trying both to hold your tears and your smile. You couldn’t believe all that she had been holding back.

“Message received,” you joked.

“I, um, I–” she tried to say but your lips got her off.

She didn’t feel foreign this time, she felt good, familiar, right. You were lost in her lips but you still could hear the crowd cheering for the both of you. Which made you smile into the kiss. Much to your dismay, you pulled back from her, not wanting to share more of that special moment with all the half drunk people around you.

“What about–?

“It’s over.”

“Really?” Florence couldn't hold her smile nor she wanted to.

“Just you and me now,” you rested your forehead against hers.

“I, I love you, Y/n,” you heard Josie cheering but you weren’t really listening to her words. The only thing on your mind was Florence.

“I love you more,” you said, and this time it felt real, you felt complete.

You finally had what you had always been looking for.

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