#song lyric challenge

[princessphilly]

Soooo

My 40th Birthday is coming soon!!!!

So I decided I wanted to celebrate in a big way! Thus, a lyric blurb challenge.

So there are two ways to do this:

1. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and ask me to write or

2. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and write it yourself and post it!

Eep: edited to add, Please send me an ask with the lyric, fandom, and if you want me to write it or if you’re going to write it.

Please post anything related to this with #princesspbdaychallenge because I will be following that tag

Open fandoms: TGM, hockey (Sidney Crosby, Nate Mac, Jamie Oleksiak, Brandon Tanev, ask me about others), Marvel, CE characters, Seb Stan characters, Henry Cavill characters.

Tagging: @spine-buster @chara-hugs @starshine-hockey-girl @buckets-and-trees @biteofcherry @vonalyn @angryschnauzer @persephonepraxidikechthonios @hangmanapologist @hangmanssunnies @withahappyrefrain @yanna-banana @callsignspark @kreiderrider @gretagerwigsmuse @fineanddandy @syntheticavenger @sunshinexsin @navybrat817 @ginghampearlsnsweettea @himbos-on-ice @hiimana @whoeverineedtobe @hockeynshit @2-fast-2-curious @jobean12-blog @thebookofmags @fenixstar

Click to see lyric prompts:

Love

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Taylor Swift - Dress

Baby, won't you be my sweetheart

We could share a storybook romance

Mariah Carey - Sweetheart

How do you do it?

Make me feel like I do

How do you do it?

It's better than I ever knew

Incubus - Stellar

Forever my lady

I say just what i mean

Forever and ever

I pray is what i see

Jodeci - Forever My Lady

Walks by me every day

Her and love are the same

The woman that's stolen my heart

And beauty is her name

Dru Hill - Beauty 

When I trust you we'll make love until the morning

Let me tell you all my secrets and I'll whisper 'til the day's done

Fka Twigs - Lights On

Cupid doesn't lie

But you won't know unless you give it a try

Oh baby, true love

won't lie but we won't know unless we give it a try

give it a try

112 - Cupid

At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

Ghost Town DJ’s - My Boo

I don't ask for too many things

Only one thing I really need

That is you baby next to me

Mary J Blige - Give Me You

I wanna be the one who you believe

In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)

Keyshia Cole - Heaven Sent

Angst

Tell me how does it feel

When your heart grows cold? 

New Order - Blue Monday

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky

Talk to the man with the reasons why

And let me know what you find

Taylor Swift - Come In With The Rain

You can never win or lose

If you don't run the race

The Psychedelic Furs - Love My Way

I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish

I was lying to myself

Mariah Carey - We Belong Together

There's something kinda sad about

The way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?

Tool - Stinkfist

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways?

(Sad to see you go)

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep

Fall Out Boy - I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)

The sun goes down

I feel the light betray me

Linkin Park - Papercut

See the stone set in your eyes

See the thorn twist in your side

I'll wait for you

U2 - With Or Without You

I come home early expecting your warm embrace

But something is wrong 'cuz its written all over your face

Dru Hill - In My Bed

Platonic

Like a shoebox of photographs

With sepia-toned loving

Jack Johnson -  Better Together

Yea, I've been workin' all week

And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep

I wanna have fun

It's time for a good time

Alan Jackson - Good Time

Come on, baby, let's get away

Let's save our troubles for another day

Come go with me we've got it made

Let me take you on an escapade

Janet Jackson - Escapade

The grabbing hands grab all they can

All for themselves, after all

(It's a competitive world)

(Everything counts in large amounts)

Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.

Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper.

Tool - The Grudge

And on I read until the day was gone

And I sat in regret of all the things I've done

For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged

In dreams until my death I will wander on

Audioslave - Like A Stone

It's so unreal, didn't look out below

Watch the time go right out the window

Linkin Park - In The End

And so we're told this is the golden age

And gold is the reason for the wars we wage

U2 - New Year’s Day

And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Florence and the Machine - Never Let Me Go

And all I dreamed of, it can't get started

Time goes really slow and I need to let it out

Kelela - Bankhead

Smutty

We go deep and we don't get no sleep

'Cause we'll be up all night until the early light

Janet Jackson - Go Deep

I'm hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling with your skin

Will I always be here?

Depeche Mode - In Your Room

You'd be calling out my name

Begging me to play my games

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

Fetish is a pleasure you cannot be faked, woho hoho

But when it feels this good then it just comes natural

Baby, arch your back and point your toes

Miguel - Arch & Point

I'm your pimp, I'm your pope, I'm your pastor babe

Confess your sins to me while you masturbate

Miguel - the valley

I got plans to put my hands in places

I never seen, girl, you know what I mean

Usher - Nice & Slow

Turned on by everything you say

I'm turned on by everything you do

Jodeci - Freek'n You

No rules to this game

Turn me out

Now I'm helpless

And I beg you

Do it again

Kelela - Do It Again

Grab hold of me

Gentle love but touch passionately

I'll give you my blessing

Take me person and objectively

Ex and internally

Sabrina Claudio

Give it to me like you need it, baby

Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing

Summer Walker - Girls Need Love

[shepscapades]

69. BIG SHOT — Jhariah

I need to know if someone out there's listening How come they don't ever call back to me? Will I ever know you're close or die waiting for your attention? Big shot, think you're a big shot I think you're raveled up in a tangle of did-nots You're always just a bit shy, following behind I think you've spent enough time singing the same lines

UGHHH I'm gonna start biting and tearing fhfjsbfjendfh Every single Jhariah song on Android 24's playlist (on any of the dbhc playlists, honestly) just devastates me /pos. Jhariah's music is so raw and powerful and desperate; there's truly nothing else like it, and it's so so perfect for 24. I'm so excited to draw to more Jhariah in the future >:3 but for now, take my absolute insanity about 24 and how he views himself and Xisuma :-) <in pain

[welcometogrouchland]

♫ I do what I want/Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun/I don't need anything from anyone ♫

(ID in Alt) you guys ever think about your own posts and get upset?? Anyway Damian Wayne I love you I'm so sorry your life is like that

[newrochellechallenger2019]

except it was his concern...

inspired by @mxggieqt because they're a genius

[kbsd]

the legend of ron speirs

roland aimed his thompson gun he didn't say a word...

[diyasgarden]

heat lightning

He isn’t usually an early riser. 

Patrick remembers you told him that you placed the bed next to the window on purpose, so when the sun came up it would pour through the gauzy curtains onto your face. A thoughtful decision among the more careless scatter of objects around your apartment (which in all honestly he also felt had some level of thought behind it he couldn’t comprehend). Regardless, now with both of you squeezing into the twin bed, the hazy light passing through the chiffon is more of an alarm clock for him than you. 

Aimlessly his hand wanders over the hem of your t-shirt. The bed is a bit too small for him, like most of the apartment, but he can’t stretch to get rid of the slowly developing crick in his neck. With your back pressed against his chest, there is no way he could move without waking you up too. 

You’d probably wake up soon anyway; let him borrow a toothbrush and then take him into the kitchen for coffee, asking him to stay for breakfast. He’ll say no and you’ll ask again. Back and forth, until after a couple minutes of this little dance he’ll agree and you’ll smile. He wasn’t even supposed to spend the night. He told himself he wouldn’t, his car still parked outside of the building, but he knows he’ll stay for breakfast anyway.

His finger wraps around a loose thread from your shirt, as the sound of your heavy exhales softens to something lighter. A low, effortless noise as you shift in place, legs moving with a slight stretch before intertwining with his again. 

His hand presses against your t-shirt, resting in the subtle groove between your waist and hip. He has to focus on keeping his touch steady, as the hand gravitates underneath the thin fabric to the warmth of your skin. 

You mumble something that sounds like good morning, too tired to be coherent. For a moment, he rests his palm flat against your stomach, burying his face in your hair and holding you close as he takes in a shaky inhale. The warm, comforting smell pushes his hand to inch its way up to your breast, eventually cupping the mound over the soft cotton of your bra. 

Your lips part with a soft sound he can barely hear over the thumps of his heart, only grounded in the moment by the way your hair brushes against his face as your head turns to meet his. Eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed, he takes in the lingering drowsiness on your face, slowing each inhale and exhale to the same pace of your warm breaths that brush against the face. His grip on your breast tightens, suddenly feeling his hands are too large and brutish on you, but the thought is drowned out as your lips find his. 

He doesn’t hesitate, tongue pressing against your bottom lip seeking entry. When the warmth of your mouth accepts his, he groans into its depth, closing his eyes as he imagines you swallowing it whole. He can make out the faint rustle of sheets and the way your body moves against his, probably trying to turn to face him and deepen the kiss even more, but his hand slides down from your breast again, back to laying flat on your stomach. Steadier this time, authoritative only in the way an aching body can convey. He holds you still, and when the only sounds are that of your helpless breaths, he lets his hand move down deeper past into the band of your shorts. 

His eyes flutter open with a sudden exhale, as his middle finger grazes the wet mark of your panties. You whimper, and he hooks his pointer to the damp cloth, pushing it to the side and watching your teeth bite down into swollen lips. Not a new sight, but a pleasant one. An instinctive reaction he doesn’t think he deserves to see. He watches the lips part again, as he gently presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, his heartbeat speeding up once more at the gasp that leaves your mouth.  

The soft sound threads together his fragmented assurance in the reality of the moment, echoed through the increasing rhythm of his thumb against your clit. His middle finger pushes his way into you, and he groans alongside the next breathy moan that escapes your lips. Your body moves against his in a wavelike motion, guided by the growing pleasure and pushing your hair back against his face. His mouth finds its way to your ear, tongue tracing the edge of it as he pushes his index finger into your cunt as well. He bites down on your earlobe when you gasp at the added stretch, the sound intensifying the tender desperation in his chest. His free hand sneaks under and around you, holding you close, as he continues to push the fingers of his right hand in and out, attention split between the sounds you make, the smell of your body, and your wetness coating his fingers. 

Your breath hitches, hand reaching for the bed sheet. He feels you squeeze around him as his heart somehow beats even faster. Your fingers grasp the sheets and he groans as one final harsh swipe against your clit sends you over the edge. The sounds of his panting breaths and your high-pitched sighs come together, your body shaking with a delicate tremor. 

He isn’t oblivious to the growing ache between his legs, the straining in his boxers pressing into the plush of your thighs, but he just watches your chest heave in pleasure. He pulls away, to see you properly, letting you fall to your back, eyes half lidded, face completely flushed. Your hair is strewn around the pillow from sleep and satisfaction. Bliss, for you and for him. 

Eyes opening properly, your lips move with your chest up into a breathless smile. He exhales, slow and deep, a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. As your hands move slightly towards him, he instinctively lays back down next to you. Closer, than before, head resting in the crook of your neck. His heart beats against yours at an erratic pace matched by the way your chest heaves with the aftershocks. 

“Morning,” he murmurs, settling in place with a gentle kiss to your throat. 

He lets himself smile into your neck when you chuckle.

author's note: this was really just an excuse to practice writing smut, which isn't something i usually do. shout out to @artstennisracket, @jesuistrestriste, and @newrochellechallenger2019 who really helped me find a balance between being smutty and my own writing style! and @voidsuites and @itsrensfairygardenn to just being angels who gave me the confidence to post this. i may make this into a longer fic? we'll see! thank you for reading, ily all <3

[bleedingwidow]

can’t remember how to say your name,

let alone count all the freckles on your face

a distant memory i used to know

oh, i guess that’s just oh, i guess that’s just

the way things go the way things go

[coldshrugs]

and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance i hope you dance

happy birthday, @iron-sparrow!! you're a joy to know and i hope the next year is filled with love and lots of little lights 💗

[himluv]

Something I've Not Seen (the real thing)

This little oneshot came about thanks to the Writing Challenge Weekend hosted by @thedissonantverses ! I did find inspiration in a song lyric of my choosing (the title is pulled from "Echo" by Incubus – I highly recommend the rerecorded version off the Morning View XXIII album!)

This piece takes place post-Veilguard.

Enjoy!

Illario sat on the terrace of his room in the east wing of Villa Dellamorte. It was late, or, perhaps early, depending on one’s perspective, and he was attempting to enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning quiet. 

Attempting, because the staff had used his request for coffee as an opportunity to remind him just which Dellamorte they preferred. As if he could ever forget. Lucanis had always favored the staff and so he’d always been spoiled by them. 

But, even watered-down, lifeless coffee on his terrace was better than the bitter and over-roasted cups he’d made himself for the past few months he’d been sequestered in the northern side of the villa. His help with clearing out the lingering Venatori in Treviso, as well as at the final fight in Minrathous had finally earned him a little trust. Not much, but enough. 

Even as a pariah, it was good to be back in his room. To have a quiet moment to himself without Viago’s permanent scowl directed at him. 

It truly was peaceful. The terrace looked out onto a small courtyard surrounded by blooming bushes of crystal grace and lemon trees, birds trilling their morning songs as they flitted among the branches.

Once, long ago, it had been his aunt’s private courtyard, and she’d often spent her mornings reading in the sun. When they were very young, Illario and Lucanis had made a game of trying to sneak up on her through the gardens, but Ana Sofía always caught them. She’d set her book down and Lucanis would freeze while Illario shrieked with laughter and bolted for the bushes. She would chase them, though now Illario suspected she never put much effort into her hunt. 

A woman’s laughter drifted up from the courtyard, startling him. It wasn’t sharp or snide, but soft and sweet. How long had it been since Villa Dellamorte had heard such a sound?

He peered over the railing to see bright auburn hair – a shock of autumn in the summer sun. Rook. She and Lucanis stepped into the courtyard from the narrow garden path, their shoulders pressed close together and their hands clasped. Rook wore her usual, bright leathers, so insistently out of place among all these Crows, while Lucanis wore his usual soft purple shirt, waistcoat, and slacks. 

It was the same outfit Illario had helped him piece together almost a decade ago, he just occasionally added pieces in slightly different colors. 

Illario watched as his cousin leaned in close to say something to Rook and she laughed again. He had to admit, she had a very attractive laugh, full-throated and bright. Rook was attractive, he supposed, in a way Illario would never have noticed if she weren’t around so much. She was… dynamic. Vibrant in a way unlike anything else in Villa Dellamorte. 

Lucanis smiled at her as they approached the small table at the center of the courtyard. No, not a smile. A grin. A salacious grin, even. Illario had never seen such an expression on his cousin’s face before. He had long suspected it wasn’t possible. That his cousin lacked any of the baser desires which so often consumed Illario. 

It was the only thing about Lucanis of which he hadn’t been jealous. Sensuality, desire, sexual prowess – these were things Illario had and Lucanis did not. But, looking down at his cousin now, with his paramour, it was clear Lucanis had found something with Rook. Or, perhaps she had unlocked something in him. 

He watched, stunned, as Lucanis pulled her close and kissed her. And not a romantic, chaste kiss, either. It was a hungry thing with tongues and teeth and clinging hands. He watched, more than a little proud of his cousin, until they broke apart and pressed their foreheads together, sharing breath and staring into one another’s eyes. 

That was what made Illario look away. Such adoration, the blatant intimacy. The tenderness. It was too much. It felt almost dirty to watch them like that, when they obviously believed they were alone. 

In all the beds he’d shared, all the pleasure he’d known – both given and received – Illario had never had that. He had never looked upon a lover and seen their heart brimming in their eyes. Had never felt half the devotion he’d just seen on his cousin’s usually stoic face. 

Whatever Lucanis and Rook had found together, Illario knew now that it was the real thing. His cousin had finally found what they had both always desperately needed. 

Lucanis Dellamorte was in love. 

And, perhaps even more surprising, Illario wasn’t jealous. After all he’d put his cousin through, Illario was just happy Lucanis had something good, at last. Something wholly his. 

And, who knew? Perhaps Illario would prove lucky, for once. Perhaps Rook had a cousin!

[matchalovertrait]

Song ♫

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[miloverr]

[strawberrisummer]

can i take the blame for everything you hate?

[suckaysuamigos200]

cuando OWAKCX intentó confesarle a vineria lo que siente por ella en eso ella le dijo que también siente algo por él poniéndolo un poco nervioso 💚🌿.

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When OWAKCX tried to confess to Vineria what he feels for her, she told him that she also has feelings for him, making him a little nervous 💚🌿..

[brenna]

At Last, I'm Found

Fandom: Good Omens | Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley | Rating: Teen | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 666 | Author: scullyphile

Summary:

Supreme Archangel Aziraphale has been up in Heaven for a long time, and Crowley has been on Earth, keeping it together as best as he can. When he slithers into the bookshop, the last thing he thinks he'll see is the one he lost. The thing is I can’t sleep. Always been able to sleep, me. Through the worst times, especially. I shouldn’t be crawling through the window, shouldn’t be slithering among the stacks, but it smells like you here. You’re in all the dark corners, even though you’re long gone. There are still pieces of you if I search, but it’s getting harder to find you every time. 

Just a short one for the @goodomensafterdark GOAD Nightingale Challenge.

I was given "Circadian Rhythm (Last Dance)" by Silversun Pickups as my song.

Of these 666 words, each of them has 333.

continue on ao3

[bleedingwidow]

ben, he loved her like he loved no one

the way she laughed and held a smoking gun

the way she always said, “what’s done is done”

but he is not the only one

[donghyuckkies]

fuse challenge 1: bias ↳ minkyun