#song lyric drabbles

[starstruckmoony]

paper rings.

masterlist

pairing - sirius black x reader

summary - you make paper rings for yourself and sirius in potions class.

trope/tags - lots of fluff

word count - 1.3k

warnings - language

potions were never really your cup of tea. you could never wrap your head around anything you'd learn about them at all. the recepies, the effects, why people even made some of them knowing how awful the consequences could be- in other words, you loathed the class.

to top it all off, you were slughorn's least favourite student, or at least that what was what you managed to convince yourself. you had a feeling that the man was out to get you. you were pretty certain that he could sense your negative energy whenever you stepped through the door. sirius always tried his best to reassure you, but you were certain that your professor would get a thrill whenever you would ruin a potion or accidentally curse in the middle of his class because it meant that he could give you detention.

the class started off quite alright that day. slughorn was in a rather good mood and he settled for only having you all read a passage from your books, which was very conveniently about the most powerful love potion itself - amortentia.

you and sirius finished with reading the writing you were given by your professor a bit sooner than the other students, which meant you were left with nothing to kill the remaining time. the bloody thirty five minutes of it.

since you couldn't actually speak to your boyfriend, because that would result in the both of you getting detention (and having sirius get in trouble just because he happened to have some involvement with you was the last thing you needed), you were forced to look for a new form of entertainment - which somehow happened to be making rings out of paper. sirius was not as successful as you, though, he tried to find something interesting about the dirty classroom ceiling and he looked like all life had been drained out of him. nobody could blame him. remus wasn't doing any better either, the taller boy was absolutely exhausted and he had fallen asleep only a few minutes after the lesson started.

"fuck." you whispered, mostly to yourself, when the tiny piece of parchment in your hand refused to bend in the direction you wanted it to. sirius noticed your sudden change in attitude and got intrigued by what you were up to.

"what's that?" he shifted in his seat, curiously looking over your arm to get a better look at your doings.

"paper rings." you whispered in response, a happy smile making its way to your face when you finally finished with the second one. he took one of the rings into his hands and observed it for a moment before sliding it onto his finger, showing it off to you with the biggest grin. it fit perfectly.

"i wonder who was on your mind when you made this." he smirked in satisfaction and inched a little closer to you. you laughed quietly, glancing over at slughorn who was too busy with other things to notice that you weren't exactly doing what you were supposed to.

"your little brother. such a nice bloke, isn't he?" you teased, sliding the other ring onto your own finger. he snorted at your sarcastic reply to his stupid remark, but immediately composed himself once he heard slughorn clear throat. the man glared in his direction, and sirius quickly put his head down and pretended like he was still the reading the text from his book.

because of that, you had to spend the next few minutes sitting in complete silence. the only thing that could be heard was ticking of the old clock on the wall. twenty five sodding minutes.

you couldn't wait to finally leave the godforsaken class and head to your next one. you weren't even sure which lesson you needed to attend after potions, yet all you wanted to do was to get the hell out of there, even if your next class was going to be something just as frustrating. you would rather have sat through five hours of divination than whatever that was.

sirius seemed to have decided that he wanted to put his good reputation at risk, yet again. being one of the best students in the year and coming from a family that was known as noble had its perks, but sirius had always told himself that it had more disadvantages than anything else. he was supposed to be a model student, and set an example to others. that irked him the most, as it was pretty challenging for a marauder, considering he got detention at least ten times that year and november had barely started. he thought about it for a while, but after he realised he was probably no longer in professor slughorn's good graces after receiving that glare anyway, he moved dangerously close to you. you felt his breath fanning over your ear, his lips were almost pressing against it.

"i think i might ask you to marry me with one of these in a few years." he broke the silence between the two of you, whispering those words only for you to hear. that simple sentence turned your face crimson red. you inhaled sharply in attempt to hold back the surprised giggle that was threatening to escape.

"you're mental." you guffawed, hiding your blushing face in your arms that were rested on the table. he smiled in satisfaction, that was the very reaction he wanted to get from you and he'd never felt so proud of himself. that shit-eating grin of his only left his face when you pressed your own lips against his ear.

"wanna know a secret? i'd say yes." you said the words with a smirk and knew all too well that they sent him into a frenzy. one could say he was malfunctioning. you bit your lip harshly, struggling to keep yourself together. sirius turned his head look at you, and neither of you could hold back your laughter for any longer after seeing each other's rose red faces.

"miss l/n! mister black!" slughorn looked at the two of you in shock. he did not miss the mess that you created on the table, or the rings that you and sirius had on your fingers either. his surprised reaction and the sheer terror you saw in him only made the giggles more difficult to stifle, so you accidentally laughed in his face.

"miss l/n!" the poor man could barely keep himself together, so he glanced over at sirius as if he was the last possible resort (which he was), searching for some form of explanation, "mister black, what's the meaning of this?"

"well, if you must know, we were just about to start planning our wedding." he cleared his throat as he spoke, trying to come off as formal as he possibly could. his serious facial expression and the blaringly obvious mocking tone of his voice made you snort, which sent the rest of the students into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. james was having a hard time breathing, and the whole commotion had woken poor remus up.

"very well. i will see you both after class. you are free to leave now." professor slughorn said blankly, walking back to his table and putting his glasses on as he returned to grading a pile of essays.

"yes, professor." sirius choked out, tugging at the sleeve of your jumper. you left the classroom snickering, and not without almost falling over because of your clumsy sprint.

"planning our wedding?" you questioned in amusement as you walked with him in the hallway, and he intertwined your fingers with his.

"yes, i'd like to think we just got engaged. " he pointed out what he thought was obvious, that smug smile never leaving his face.

"oh-" he kissed your cheek before you could put your thoughts into words, and you realised that getting in trouble this time may have indeed been worth it.

[batsvnte]

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 — Everything has to be in order to make this trip worth it. In one hand you had a bag full of supplies. Water and food with bits of medical equipment in case you get in trouble that was running low. A journal with some sort of entertainment to write about your travels. It’s always been like this for an while and you were fine with just that.

But, there had been unexpected hiccups in your wandering adventure so you opted to have another item on you. A wagon that you had gotten (scammed) from a man who was a local of another planet. He didn’t really look like a local, just some random visitor. You didn’t really have any other option than to choose some wagon that could possibly hold anything and everything you needed.

By that, anything could mean an grown man that was knocked out who was incidentally bleeding out slowly on your wagon. When you had stumbled upon him, his wounds were deep and he was bleeding vaguely fast. You couldn’t leave him on the ground with abominations running rampent around the place and you didn’t know if you had enough time to get help before he died from the wounds inflicted. So you did the best thing you could think of.

You had done the best you could to tend to his wounds without using up all of your supplies. Getting your hands covered in blood wasn’t on your list for the day, but it didn’t really matter at the moment. You just hoped that they would focus more on the injured man on your wagon than the fact that it looks like you had murdered him. You were too young to go to jail.

Getting a good look at his appearance, you couldn’t place where exactly you had seen him before. He was on his side where the wound wasn’t located on. Though his blueish, raven hair covered parts of his face. You couldn’t focus on that now. You just had to get him some help at the moment.

It was a torturous one hour of having to wait out monsters strolling by, wheeling the wagon to one place to another without the worry of him falling out and going up the little hills that could possibly mean danger on the other end. It was horrible taking those shortcuts that you were extra weary.

But thankfully, the wagon had held up long enough to come across an small little store. You nearly felt like collapsing in the process of relief that you found the store in time, but at the same time it was one that had an automatic system mandating it. An AI that you had no trouble with. But it was a buggy one with major and minor difficulties with one being that you couldn’t call for help.

You did have a plan in mind to get through this. Which took nearly forever with washing the blood and getting bandages, medicine, and other things needed.

“Will that be all?”

“Yeah…..”

It was wrong to leave the guy out in the back of the store with semi-untreated wounds. Fast tapping against the glass counter as the robot had process everything that you had purchased. Nearly 50 credits but it would be worth it. You cautiously glanced out the door for anyone else coming in and also at the robot that took forever to get everything.

“Have an go—“

No time to let the clerk finish its sentence. You felt bad but it wouldn’t possibly matter right now. Rummaging through the bag as you sped walk back over to where you last left the wagon, but as you rounded the corner there was… nothing. Nobody. The man was gone.

The only thing that was evidence of his existence was the bloodied bottom of the wagon. And a neatly folded paper at the corner of the wagon that was free of blood. You plucked it up from its spot, unfolding it with careful care.

“Thanks for taking care of Bladie <3”

Confusing and a bit weird. No other word that could tell who it was from. A friend of ‘Bladie’s’ you had assumed. You shoved note back into one of the pockets of your jacket and took an small blanket to cover up the top of it. The smell would draw attention but for now would do it. Just as long as you didn’t run into anyone.

It wasn’t till much later you gotten into another spot where you could rest your legs. Hopefully taking the time to clean the blood from the wagon. You couldn’t stop thinking about the man and the note left behind. The name was familiar, and the man as well.

Looking up you found a poster plastered on the rocky wall in front of you. The picture of the man that you had found with an bounty and information about him. Your stomach dropped as you took in the information.

“Damn… I helped a wanted criminal”

The possible thought of getting into trouble loomed over you. Though it would be a funny little story to mention to your friends. You were too distracted by that to noticed that there was an purple sticker stuck on the side of your wagon.

[good-beanswrites]

A drabble for an anon asking about the prisoners watching their music videos! This is focused on specifically Mikoto’s initial shock at seeing MeMe for the first time, but just know that Double comes with a whole new set of shocks as he truly listens to John for the first time ;-;

Mikoto was no criminal. 

He didn’t know how to break into locked rooms, or hack into complex prison security systems. He figured there was no way in hell he’d be able to see these so-called incriminating videos that the Warden was recording, and had resolved himself to an eternity of wondering what they could be. He was shocked when he didn’t need to do a single thing to gain access to them – Es simply adjusted the computer monitor and told him he could hit play when (and if) he wished. Then they left the room.

“A-are you sure?” he called, but they were already gone.

Mikoto blinked at the screen. It showed a stretched version of his apartment couch, near his bathroom wall, broken to reveal sky above. He thought he could spot his tarot cards at the bottom of the frame. Had Milgram broken into his home to film this? 

He scoffed, and hit play.

Distorted guitar started up. He flinched as his own face appeared for a moment – looking directly into the camera and making a wild expression he would never have made if someone was recording. His body tensed up more as he heard his own voice start to sing lyrics he’d never spoken before in his life. He wasn’t even a good singer, and here he was sounding like a professional. 

There were plenty of ways to accomplish all of this, of course. Software could mimic one’s voice, making him say anything these crazy reality hosts wanted. A team could easily add some digital effects to a stunt double and match his appearance perfectly. Knowing that didn’t make the experience any less unsettling.

He watched himself commit a nasty murder. He watched himself return home bloodied. But it was all ridiculous. How could Milgram even claim that this was him? He’d never raised a hand to anyone in his life. Were the other prisoners’ videos as outlandish as this one?

But then, a switch. 

The song shifted to a new melody. He appeared to wake up from his couch, and suddenly Mikoto got the sense that this was him.

He was struck with how familiar this new segment sounded. It simultaneously felt like a favorite song he must have played on loop not too long ago, and one that he’d never heard before. As it played, each new note and lyric felt right on the tip of his tongue. 

It ended as quickly as it began. The song returned to the heavy-metal-murder aesthetic it had started with, and once again he felt like he was watching a cheap copy of himself onscreen. He watched another murder, a shower scene (had the warden seen all that? How embarrassing…) and then he turned to his bathroom mirror.

At the same time as his musical counterpart, Mikoto leapt backwards in horror. 

His eyes remained glued to the screen. His hand flew up to grab the lower half of his face. It was fake, he told himself. AI and CGI and all that. It was fake. It had to be. 

Something deep inside of him said “no. That’s real. That’s me.”

Something else deep inside of him echoed the sentiment.

The video was less than four minutes of music, but by the end he was panting and tugging at his hair as if he’d endured hours of prison torture. He burst out of the room. He sucked in breath after breath. The melodies still played in his mind, lines repeating in his memory as he tried to put as much distance between himself and that little television screen.

He found the others in the common room. They gave him a knowing look, but somehow he knew his experience had been very different from their own. Es approached him.

They studied his expression for a moment. Thankfully, they didn’t ask anything stupid, like “how did it go?” or “what did you think?” 

Instead, they just told him, “if you ever want to watch it again, just let me know, I can get it set up for you.”

He would want to see it again. Of course, it would be better, then. He would take a moment to calm down. He’d watch it later and everything would be okay. He’d have a clearer mind. He’d pick out all the little camera tricks they used to make it. He’d be sure it was a fake, and laugh about how ridiculous he was being now. 

Of course. Of course. 

He nodded to Es, unable to produce any words. Es left him.

The rules in this prison never made any sense, but in this case, he was grateful. He wouldn’t need to figure out any snooping or hacking to get access to the video again. After all, he was no criminal.

… he wasn’t, was he?

[hwatermelons]

art student!hongjoong watercoloring you in his cold-pressed notebook while you pose for him on a stool in a dimly lit room. the only light source being the moonlight through the circular window in the ceiling that shines like a spotlight on your perch. he's getting a little frustrated, making tweaks to his work, wondering why he can't quite get your likeness right. maybe it's the lighting, or the anatomy, or even the medium itself?

he looks up to reference you again and notices you smiling encouragingly, despite sitting there in the same position for half an hour. the way your cheek twitches up with your expression. your eyes shifting colors as you blinked, going from their natural color to a vivid, iridescent version of it as the moonlight fell on them. the shimmering dust particles in the beam of light giving you an air of ethereal beauty, radiant against your dark surroundings.

thats when he realizes--there's no capturing the real thing.

[anothertimdrakestan]

My Home - Jason Todd x Reader

Request: @the-midnight-duck "hi! so i love ur work and i was wondering if i could request jason todd and the song hide by juice WRLD?"

"Don't look at me all shocked Drake, you should've known this was coming."

"I- I guess I did... but, Jason you're like insane. And now you're getting ready to propose? I mean, Y/N is great don't get me wrong but I guess I didn't think you'd ever settle down."

"Whatever bird brain, you're too young to get it."

"So explain it Jace."

"You know when you've had like an insane battle, and you're exhausted, and every bone in your body is aching to go home? My body aches for her. I'd run to her, that's home."

"Damn. What about all the partying and shit?"

"I don't miss them at all, they just were distractions to take the pain away but she does that. She lets me lose control and it's not scary, 'cuz I trust her always."

"So you're gonna like settle down Todd? House, kids, Red Hood all done?"

"Never said that. We don't know what we want or where we're going but it's fine. Two lost souls but we have each other so it doesn't matter. God you're so thick skulled sometimes Drake."

"And she's okay with all your... issues?"

"Fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"Like your night job, the trauma, you dyi-"

"She knows everything. And loves me through it."

"All your demons?"

"Every last one."

"Then you're damn lucky Jason. Sometimes it feels like girls like that are hard to find."

"You'll find your home soon Timbers. And once you do I swear you'll get what I'm talking about. It changes everything. Seriously. When I fight it's to protect her, her world. She gives me purpose."

"I'm gonna start recording this you softie."

"You know I'd kick your ass."

"Y/N wouldn't like that lover boy."

"Add it to the list. *Cocks gun*"

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Timeless

Eddie stood, smiling fondly down at the photo in his hands. To have access to photos like these... It was a priceless experience. He'd paid so little for them too. Just twenty-five cents each for a couple in the thirties clearly dressed for a wedding, even if they couldn't legally get married.

A pair of arms encircled his waist.

"What are you looking at?" Steve asked, voice a low hum in Eddie's ear.

Rather than answer directly, Eddie help up another one. "What do you say, sailor? Would you have sent me letters every night from whatever boat they put you on?"

Steve nuzzled his nose against the back of Eddie's neck, ticklish but not enough for Eddie to move. "Depends. Would you have written back from your little plane up in the sky?"

"Could you have argued against the fifties conformity a few years later?"

Steve reached around him to pick up the couple in question, holding hands as they leaned against a pickup truck stared tenderly at each other. Eddie hoped everyone saw their love as clearly as that in the photo.

"I'd have loved you in every way I could in any time I could."

Eddie shivered against the honesty. He was tempted to play it off, call Steve a sap and make a joke. But the vulnerability of every couple who had risked a camera documenting their love at a worse time to show it off than even now, the idea of every couple before then--some who'd had to hide, some who could be as open about their love as they wanted--in the face of all that, Eddie couldn't deflect.

He twisted around, tucking his arms under Steve's, to hold him snug and feel the body of the man he loved against his. "We're a timeless kind of love, aren't we?"

Steve's soft smile belonged in a photo as much as any of these. "Always."

[destinedtobeloved]

So we're not written in the stars but I'm okay with that

I'm okay with anything!

Takeshi realizing that Quell is really gone. Her voice fades out of his mind and so does the images of her face that come to him in his whiskey-drunk moments where he can almsot pretend like he’s not truly as fucked up as he feels like he is- and he mourns the loss of a memory 250 years dead and a heart 250 years broken newly flooded with a grief for something that wasn’t even truly there in the first place.

Quell never really wanted to be with him anyways. All she cared about was her rebellion. Her projects. Was her constant rejections and barely returned kisses a staple of love? She knew the both of them would die young- that nothing was written in the stars for them but death. Why waste the time?

But now, Takeshi is back, and he feels that pain as if it were yesterday, feeling the crushing weight of his guilt and his grief settle over his shoulders like it had once done for years on end, never once getting a break. He felt his back ache and his joints tighten as it became to hard to carry such a burden with him for so long.

He will never see her again. She is dead, and Takeshi is a lone traveler searching and clawing and scratching at anything that is a reminiscence of her and how it felt to look into her eyes and feel a bit lighter than he does now. He was always weighted by the grief of life, but this is something he can’t forget. It doesn’t matter how many years pass on, he will still feel this- this- this ache and a stabbing pain in his chest he gets without even moving, simply thinking- and sometimes not even.

They weren’t destined for anything.

He lets her drain from his memory like tears down a dirty cheek, and he is no longer weighted by the question of ‘what if?’

[vexsprompts]

♥️     𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥     𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 3     [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]    ♥️

part three of my favorite jams on repeats ! feel free to alter/change as needed for use ofc ! the goal is always to have fun !  ♥️

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❝   Wake me from this nightmare I live in (. / !) ❞ ❝   Something inside of me keeps giving up.  ❞ ❝   Was the sober me not good enough (? / ?!) ❞ ❝   I've spent too many years in this house of pain (. / !)  ❞ ❝   When I dream, I can see the end. ❞ ❝   I fear I'm not enough or I'm too much.  ❞ ❝   Thank God I know the road back home.  ❞ ❝   Some things you can't replace (. / !) ❞ ❝   At best, you're a parasite (. / !) ❞ ❝   I feel the fear and loathing constantly (. / !)  ❞ ❝   I've lost control, save me (. / !) ❞ ❝   Fight me, now (. / !) ❞ ❝   I'm crossing out the (man/woman/person) that I've become (. / !) ❞ ❝   You'll reap what you sow (. / !) ❞ ❝   You can't save save your soul. ❞ ❝   Will we ever love again? ❞ ❝   It's never too late (. / !) ❞ ❝   Maybe things are not so different. ❞ ❝   There's no one else (. / !) ❞ ❝   I thought we were friends (. / !) ❞ ❝   I'm lost inside my head (. / !) ❞ ❝   It's like there's water in my lungs (. / !) ❞ ❝   I cannot live inside my mind (. / !) ❞ ❝   They're coming after me (. / ! / ?) ❞ ❝   You better get ready to run (. / !) ❞ ❝   Thank you for being so kind. ❞ ❝   We look good together. ❞

[sugoi-writes]

I keep hearing Shake It (Metro Station) at work, and I keep giggling like an idiot:

---

(Modern AU! Setting implied)

Imagine, if you will, an innocent, oblivious Rengoku who LOVES the song. Namely because you like the song so much. Of course, Mitsuri and Tengen chide and poke fun at him because of course he wouldn't pick up on the meaning of the lyrics

Rengoku thinks the song is an innocent bop about dancing with someone you like. And Mitsuri and Tengen try their damndest to explain it to him without making him more confused.

The meaning of the song really doesn't hit Rengoku until he's pulled by you to the dance floor, not by a wrist, an arm or his shirt... but by his HAND.

He suddenly feels clammy, cursing himself as his palms sweat even more. You were touching him, and you were dancing awfully close to him... and the flame he feels in his chest climbs to this throat, his pulse thumping loudly.

But the two of you dance, and dance together with reckless abandon, whether you drink or not. Rengoku, as awkward as he is, is able to imulate and learn to go with the flow by watching you. And that's when Rengoku really starts to listen to and process the lyrics more properly...

Oh.

Oh you like this song, AND you think about him... Like that??? ... touché!

Rengoku's mind fills with ideas; ideas he hopes will get you home (or him to your home) so you can really chat about that song... Or better yet, learn about the lyrics in a more... "hands on" approach.

Let's be honest, the boy learns visually just as much as he does through reading. You're gonna be "educating" him ALL night

[imaginingfrancium]

can't stop thinking about how lucifer's pov went from "i reach for you, but you were gone", relating to his grief on lilith's death... to "my hand was the one you reached for" , which is from the fact his life was changed by MC completely after meeting them.

[lashysdomain]

Sing me a Song of Sentiment: Saccharine

Book of Songs Solitude | Sympathy | Success | Scrutiny | Sentiment: Saccharine • Shattered | Severing •Music for this drabble

Music blasting from speakers Artinos speeds down his usual back road haunts, head lightly bobbing to the music as he pulls tight corners. While it's not typically a shortcut through the city he lives in, the way he drives very much makes it such.

Isatol had asked him to come back soon from shopping for parts, and while he was out probably an extra hour from that call, he's not at all worried. He's out often for even longer after a call from Isa. That’s just how he is, after all. His mate wasn't interested in all the car stuff, and often the seadweller just wished to have some time alone, so he barely ever bothered to even invite him after asking the first few times.

I fought for years through blood and sweat and tears, now

This last month Arti had been particularly busy with racing after the win; the fact he was in his home town for a race meant he was even worse at being around, really. Getting ready for racing, fielding new sponsors, visiting his dad, finding new parts for his personal car... And that's not even anywhere near the end of the list.

Pulling up to his home Arti takes his time gathering what snacks he'd brought home for Isa's sweet tooth, leaving the car on and music blaring as he goes. Feeling his mates hand touch his back makes him jump, having leaned over his drivers seat to turn the car off as he glances back, laughing under his breath and righting himself to lean against the cars frame.

Who am I to wager? The odds are in my favor

With the car still running his music continues to blare from the speakers, the violent continuing to bounce lightly to the beat as he grins up at his lime lover. While Isatol doesn't look nearly as chipper as Arti he still leans forward and presses a kiss to his forehead, letting out a soft sigh.

"You said you'd be back soon..."

"It was like an hour, I even took the shortcut home so it wouldn't be longer. I was pretty far away after all."

"You waited an hour before coming back."

While that was nearly true Arti's head tilts in confusion. How in the world would Isatol know that he'd stayed that lo-

"Artinos."

The violent jumps, breaking his focus and quickly losing the thought that had settled in his mind as he looks up.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Frantically wondering; where did I go wrong?

"You should really come when your partner calls you."

His words, the way he says it, something about Isatol sends a shiver up Arti's spine. Legs giving out he falls back into his cars seat on top of the snacks he'd brought, glancing over to the still blaring stereo.

"I uh- Yeah okay. S... Sorry. I just remembered I need to actually head to the track so I can-"

"You just got home, Artinos. Stay for a while."

Everything about me has gone wrong

Without a thought Arti turns the car off and gets up, a slight nod given to Isatol as he heads inside.

----

The fae watches Artinos enter his home, an indignant sigh leaving him. Highblood resistances are a pain, but at least in person the brat did as he was told. Gathering the snacks left behind he hums, wondering how much longer this could really go on before he gets too frustrated with his latest mortal plaything.

[slytherinbarnes]

me to myself: hozier x sub rosa drabbles when??!

[sunofaraven]

I WOULD TAKE A DRABBLE YES

Uhmm for numbers... 4 and/or 87 (dont ask) (numbers mean things to me lol)

I want you to take a guess what character Imma say

Have you guessed yet?

It's her <3

Through and Through I’ve Come Undone

Gem had never been red before.

But as the book sat heavy in her hands, she could feel the bloodlust in her throat.

Boogeyman.

Gem knew the word and the associated fear, so she warned Scott and Impulse, interrupting their laughter. “Don’t come near me.”

There was already a resistance in her bones as she walked away. They’d have to die before the day was through—it would practically be a mercy killing to do it now.

Not killing didn’t occur to her. The haze was already thick at the edges of her vision—eyes bloodshot and hands shaking.

Am I a good ally?

Gem didn’t know. All she knew was that she needed blood on her sword.

She was only yellow, but the curse would paint her in red by the time the sun set.

And to be honest, Gem liked the way it felt.

They want a show? I’ll give Them a show.

[fbfh]

Obsessed with the concept of "being yours" rn. Thinking specifically about how full of love and lust and obsession it would make Eddie when you do little things like wear his rings or jacket. He'd probably tell himself it's just because you're cold, not that you like him like that, not that you want to seem like your his, pretend he's your boyfriend for the few short minutes that you're walking to his van in the chilly air. The rings... he has no justification for that, maybe you just like them. He doesn't realize his hopes that you want to be his so bad are actually instincts, and they're right. It's night time and you're at his place, you see his hellfire shirt thrown over the back of his desk chair from the club meeting he was at earlier in the evening. He'd been wearing it all day, and it smells so much like him. His back is turned while he puts his bag away (by dropping it on it's specific place on the floor) so you throw it on over while he's not looking. It's big on you, completely covering the top you have on, and if you move right, hiding your cute little shorts too.

"What do you think?" You ask with that adorable smile that makes him want to kiss you until your lips are sore and you're moaning into his mouth. When he turns around and sees you swallowed up by the black and white fabric his heart starts pounding so hard and heavy in his chest, all the blood rushing to his dick, throbbing at the sight of you like this for him.

"Bet I look like I'm yours, right?" You tease playfully, hopefully that he'll grab your face and say Yes. Yes, you're mine. You're all mine. As you get up to walk over to the mirror above his dresser where his other love sits on her guitar stand, his big hands find their way to your waist, spinning you around and staring you down. Even with how oblivious you can be, you have no trouble reading between the lines when he looks at you like this, so focused on you, a soft distant smile on his face.

"...you really do, don't you sweetheart?"

[steddieas-shegoes]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Because a lot of people said they were interested!!!

Some rules:

18+ / Minors DNI (yes, even if your request is just fluffy and cute I do not want to be responsible for you seeing ANYTHING that could be considered mature)

I have the right to refuse a request because of its content. If I’m not comfortable with a specific request, I’ll respond saying so as soon as I get it so you can either send a new one or take the request to someone else.

Requests will be open starting today (4/19) and will close on 5/7. I will start posting requests on 4/30 unless I manage to finish my semester earlier. All requests received (that do not get refused) before 11:59 pm EST on 5/7 WILL get completed, but may be slower because of classes starting back up.

All requests will be posted as the answer to the ask on here, but will ALSO be posted in a series on AO3. If you don’t want people to see your name with the request, make sure to send anonymously!!!

If you miss the dates, hold on to your idea! I will have summer classes, but I will not have ANY hockey after 6/3, so if this round goes well, I will open up requests again sometime this summer.

Go easy on me, this is my first time doing anything like this. I was on tumblr entirely too young and spent a lot of years here before taking an almost two year break. I never posted any of my own things for any other fandom, so I’m still learning how things work. I’m also not great at tagging on here, so if you would prefer to follow along on AO3 for better tagging, I’ll make sure to post a link to do so for each request.

You guys have made this so fun for me! I’ve been exploring a lot of my writing style and going off of a lot of what I like to read, so this will be a fun challenge for me to maybe do something I haven’t seen or written before.

I’ve already received a few that are going to be so much fun to do. Don’t be shy! 

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[froggymarsh]

maybe 14 with scar? or 31

this is 31!

Scar pulls the cookies out of the oven as soon as Grian comes waltzing in through the front door. His phantom heart, wrapped around Scar's own, is beating a tick faster than normal, though judging by the spring in his step, it's from joy rather than fear.

"Someone's rather giddy," Scar remarks, scraping cookies off a pan with a spatula and setting them aside on a plate.

"Something like that," Grian answers, his grin audible. He starts whistling, then, and peeks over Scar's shoulder, "cookies?"

Scar forces a smile. His own heart is beating faster now, though his is definitely because of anger, with undertones of jealousy.

"Why, of course! A lovely afternoon snack for two," he finishes his scraping and sets the pan and spatula aside. "Then I thought we could take a nap. Just like old times."

Grian steps back, frowning. "I'm not tired, Scar."

"Ah, nonsense, you've been running all over the place!" Scar claps. "Now, milk or juice?"

"I'm no-"

"Milk," Scar interrupts, his smile perfect as ever, his tone dangerous, "or juice?"

Grian glares. "I'm not playing this game with you, Scar."

"You are," Scar answers. "Now choose, or I'll pick for you."