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musical-shit-show · 11 months

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I loved your teacher!reader oneshot with dewey finn! I’d love to see more, maybe with #1 and #6 from prompt list 3 if you’d like?

no rules in breakable heaven

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Teacher!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #1 (“i missed you, you idiot.”) and #6 (“i don’t care about them, i just want you.”) from Prompt List #3, spiritual sequel to close enough to touch

Warnings: anxiety, sexual references, fluff, dumbasses in mutual pining

Word Count: 2,299

Author’s Note: So sorry for the delay on this, sweet anon! I have been very busy with a show that I’m in, as well as just…not having a ton of inspiration for a bit. But I think this is a nice sequel to my first Dewey x Teacher!Reader one shot, so I hope you enjoy! As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists for any requests you’d like to make! I’m gonna be busier for next couple months, but will be working on requests and any other fics that spark my creativity. Thanks again to everyone who reads these silly little one shots, your support means the world!

You were never a rule breaker. It just wasn’t in your nature.

You never had a rebellious streak or disobeyed authority. Hell, you rarely ever talked back to your parents when you were younger.

But here you were, a full-grown adult sneaking around with the music tutor like you were lovestruck teenagers.

It had been a couple months since you and Dewey had started seeing each other in secret, and it was getting harder and harder to hide the truth from the rest of the staff at Horace Green.

Not only was Dewey constantly finding ways to visit your classroom or chat with you at lunch, you knew the other teachers were catching onto your incessant flirting whenever there was a development meeting or other afterschool function.

With the end of spring break, you knew it was only a matter of time until someone overheard you and Dewey in the hallways, and that would be the end of it. Gossip travels fast when the faculty is equal parts snooty and nosy.

On the last day before you were thrown back into teaching introductory poetry and essay structure, you waited for Dewey at your apartment, your knee bouncing nervously as the seconds ticked on. Not seeing him was starting to have an effect on you, which only made you feel more pathetic.

You and Dewey hadn’t exactly defined your relationship. Yes, you went out on dates, and hung out, and slept together, but you hadn’t had the talk. It made you feel juvenile just thinking about it, but how could you not?

You liked him, and you thought he liked you but…what if you were wrong? What if this was just something that filled his time? A meaningless fling? Dewey didn’t seem like the relationship type, despite the way you caught him looking at you.

Maybe sneaking around with the new teacher was just a way to add more excitement to his life. Not that you could really blame him. It was just as exciting for you, even if the thought of getting caught caused a wave of nausea to wash over you.

Your anxiety spiral was interrupted by a confident knock that rang in your ears.

Instantly, your heart jumped to your throat. Opening the door, you couldn’t help but light up as Dewey enveloped you in a bear hug, the scruff on his face tickling your neck.

“Hey there, stranger!” he boomed, his voice tired but giddy, “And here I thought you might’ve forgotten about me while I was gone.” He put you down, his scent lingering on you; he smelled like cinnamon, a noted change from his usual body spray.

You shook your head at his teasing. “I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that could forget you, Dewey Finn,” the two of you laughed, and you noticed a familiar tinge of pink on his face. He still didn’t know how to be cool the minute you started flirting, which made you hopeful. How could someone blasé about a relationship blush every time a compliment or teasing remark was thrown their way?

The two of you sat down on the couch, your knees bumping against each other. “But seriously,” you said, feeling your hands start to sweat, “I missed you, you idiot.” He chuckled, draping his arm behind you.

“I missed you too,” he replied, “And remind me to never go on a road trip with Ned again. I love the guy, he’s my best friend. But God, he is not a ‘sleep-in-the-back-of-a-van-for-a-week’ type. Too high maintenance.” His tone was light, even as he complained.

An unspoken tension hung in the air, and even though you were both happy to see each other, you couldn’t help but sense that Dewey was uncharacteristically jittery. Why did you get the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling you?

“I told him about us, by the way,” he tacked on, a sheepish look falling across his face, “Ned, I mean. But don’t worry! The only people he talks to are me and Patty, and she’s, well, terrible and doesn’t have any friends so—”

“Dew,” you interrupted, before he jumped into a rant about how much he hated his best friend’s girlfriend, “It’s okay, I understand.” You wiped your palms on your jeans, finding the courage to jump into a potentially disastrous line of questioning.

“But uh, what did you tell him?” you could’ve had a heart attack right on the spot. “I mean, what did you say that I am to you, exactly?”

Now it was Dewey’s turn to take a ride on the Uncomfortable Express.

“Uh, well, that we’re seeing each other, ya know, enjoying each other’s company,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous tick you had picked up on over the past weeks. “And that you’re awesome and smart and I like you and…” He trailed off, his brown eyes flickering over your lips.

Without much warning he kissed you, slowly and tenderly. Your let out a small sigh as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the couch so you were practically in his lap.

Very smooth, Finn.

Not smooth enough to fully distract you from the conversation at hand, but he was certainly trying.

‘Seeing each other’? You guessed that was the best phrase for whatever it was you were doing, wasn’t it? Casual. Light. Fun. Easily ended if another, better prospect crossed his path.

The thought made you tense up, and Dewey noticed. He pulled away, delicately brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “Are you okay?” his eyes instinctively flickered down your frame and back up to meet your gaze, “If you don’t want, I mean, we don’t have to right now if—”

“Oh, no it’s not that,” you assured, patting him on the chest unconvincingly. Your eyes shot to your coffee table, which was strewn with papers. “I just…god I have to grade the kids’ essays before we get back to it tomorrow.”

Dewey was never the most perceptive guy on the planet, but even he noticed a shift in your demeanor. Before he had a chance to press you, an alarm blared on his phone, startling you both. He swiped it from his back pocket, his face flashing with panic.

“Shit,” he muttered, “Completely spaced, but uh, I have a private lesson I gotta teach in a half hour.” You inwardly thanked whatever higher power was intervening. You peeled yourself away from Dewey, your shoulders landing gently on the back cushion of your sofa.

He hopped up from the couch, quickly locating his wallet and keys. You got the feeling that he was secretly thankful for the interruption too. Not that you could blame him; if the roles were reversed, you’d want to get out of there as fast as possible too.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have…I’ll see around, okay?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Don’t you always?”

Dewey’s lip curled, and he gave you a small kiss on the cheek before bounding out your front door.

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Not being a rule breaker did have its benefits. Years of following and listening had given you the tools to become an effective teacher. You loved your students and you loved teaching, and those two things made the long days go by just a little bit faster.

Before you knew it, it was nearly a week since you had seen Dewey; he had been suspiciously absent from your usual meet-up spots, and you felt your spirits droop with each passing day.

You couldn’t help but feel sour about that night, but you knew it wasn’t Dewey’s fault; even with all the security you had in the other aspects of your life, relationships were always your weak spot.

Who among us wasn’t terrified of rejection?

As the final bell of the school week rang out, you breathed another sigh of relief as your class clamored out the door. Your job was rewarding, yet tiring; the prospect of seeing Dewey in the halls would at least make your day more interesting.

As you peaked your head out of your classroom to watch dozens of children head towards the exit, your eye caught one of Dewey’s pupils.

“Katie!” you called, and watched the fifth grader whip her head around, her pigtails bouncing, “No School of Rock today?”

The girl shook her head. “Not today,” she called over the chatter, “Mr. Finn canceled.”

Your stomach twisted, and you slipped back into your classroom to collect everything you needed for that weekend. You figured Dewey wasn’t one for confrontation, but did he really cancel lessons with the kids to avoid you?

You didn’t think the conversation you had went that poorly, but the thought buried itself deep in your brain and refused to leave. Bag slung over your shoulder, you angrily pushed open the doors to the parking lot. Most of the other staff were leaving as well, with a few small groups of teachers chatting by their cars.

How could you have been such an idiot? At any point you could’ve been honest with Dewey, told him how you felt. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, it would’ve been better than the purgatory you were in now.

You stared down at your feet as you walked, running through the last time you saw Dewey over and over again in your head. Lost in your own personal shame spiral, a familiar voice snapped you back into reality.

“Hey, stranger.”

It was Dewey, leaned up against his beat-up van, which took up the spot next to your car. His expression was mellow, a delicate smile on his face as you neared. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, “These are for you.”

The arrangement was simple but still lovely. Hydrangeas, tulips, baby’s breath: all your favorite flowers.

“How’d you—?”

“I have a good memory,” he smirked, “And I owe the girl working at Trader Joe’s big time for actually putting it together.” You giggled, taking in the fresh scent as he handed the flowers to you.

“I feel like such an asshole for being MIA this week, I’ve just been helping out a few kids with solo lessons, and I couldn’t get these until today but…” His shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I could tell something was off the other night. You seemed stressed so…I figured I’d try to lift your spirits. Did it work?”

A laugh bubbled out of you, touched by his kind gesture. You even felt your eyes getting misty, gratefulness filling your entire body.

“Oh shit,” Dewey said, noticing the tears pooling at the creases of your eyes, “Sorry, I didn’t think about the rest of the teachers seeing, I can totally bring them over later on if you—”

It was your turn cut him off with a kiss, sweet and reverent and warm. In your mind, the parking lot was empty, deserted; You could’ve been the last two people on the planet.

You slung your arms around his neck, the bouquet still clutched in your hand. After a few seconds, Dewey broke from you, a confused but enthused look on his face. “But…I mean, are you sure you want to be seen with me?” He looked around, and a few staff members had noticed your close proximity.

Glancing back at the group of teachers, you shook your head at him. “I don’t care about them,” you breathed, a new sense of confidence surging through you, “I just want you. Us. Together, for real. If you want, that is.”

His mouth spread into a wide grin. “I thought you’d never ask, hot stuff.” He gave you another peck on your lips.

“I’ll tell Rosalie first thing Monday morning,” you said, wanting to be above board now that you were official, “We wouldn’t want to break any more rules than we already have, right?”

“I guess not,” he mused, reluctantly releasing you from his grip before too many gossips saw the two of you together. News would spread like wildfire; They didn’t need too much of a show. “But I still intend on taking you out tonight. As my girlfriend.”

You feigned elated surprise at the word. “I could get used to that, you know. Has a nice ring to it.” You shimmied your shoulders happily, and Dewey couldn’t help but bark a laugh.

“So, I can definitely say my not-so-big romantic gesture worked, then?”

You smiled, pulling him closer. “And then some, Finn,” you pressed your tongue between your teeth, eyeing him up and down, “But I guess you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out just how much I appreciate it.” He smirked, enamored with your newfound assuredness.

“You’re torturing me, ya know.”

“I know,” you teased, “But don’t they say that good things come to those who wait?”

“True,” he retorted, “I think we’ve both done plenty of waiting. What’s a few more hours?”

You giggled at him one last time before he kissed your hand, bowing dramatically, “Until this evening, my lady!” He jumped into his van, and it sputtered to a start. “And by the way: thanks for finally finding the nerve to do what I couldn’t.”

“It was torture, believe me,” you joked.

“You have no idea,” he said, gazing at you, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.”

Your heart practically leapt out of your chest. “That makes two of us, Finn,” you said, still hanging onto the flowers that set everything in motion, “Now get outta here before I change my mind about tonight.”

He shifted gears almost instantly, giving you a wink as he sped off out of the parking lot.

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music-writing-prompts · 3 months

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Dog eat Dog - Warrant - 1992 - title prompts

Prompt list from album song titles:

Machine gun

The hole in my wall

April 2031

Andy Warhol was right

Bonfire

The bitter pill

Hollywood (so far, so good)

All my bridges are burning

Quicksand

Let it rain

Inside out

Sad Theresa

Listen to the album:

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supersymmetrys · 1 month

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Relationship prompts based on Taylor Swift's 1989 album!

WELCOME TO NEW YORK — "When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer" (Visiting a new place, traveling with each other, or moving in together.)

BLANK SPACE — "Oh my god, who is she? I get drunk on jealousy" (Making each other jealous, whether it is accidental or on purpose, teasing the other.)

STYLE — "You got that long hair slicked back white t-shirt and I got that good girl faith and tight little skirt" (Shopping together, getting new clothes for one another, dressing up in their favorite attires).

OUT OF THE WOODS — "When we decided to move the furniture so we could dance" (Fond memories, domestic moments together, the soft side of the relationship.)

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY — "You were all I wanted, but not like this." (Right person, wrong time!)

SHAKE IT OFF — "My ex-man brought his new girlfriend she's like Oh my god! but I'm just gonna shake" (Seeing each other after the breakup, trying to act cool in front of the other despite the obvious feelings they still have.)

I WISH YOU WOULD — "I wish you were right here, right now, it's all good, I wish you would" (Spending some time apart, missing each other, talking only through the phone and missing the other's person touch.)

BAD BLOOD — "Did you think we'd be fine? I still got scars on my back from your knife" (Betrayal, a terrible breakup, lovers-to-enemies.)

WILDEST DREAMS — "Tangled up with you all night, burning it down" (The intimate moments, what happens when they’re finally alone.)

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — "Broke your heart, I'll put it back together" (Apologies, realizing they’re wrong, reconciliations, or the aftermaths of a big fight.)

THIS LOVE — "Your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave, your smile, my ghost, I watched you leave" (The relationship ended after one of them dies, the relationship still haunts them, literally or metaphorically.)

I KNOW PLACES — "Baby, I know places we won't be found" (Hiding the relationship, sneaking out to meet in the middle of the night.)

CLEAN — "When the flowers that we'd grown together died out of thirst" (Finally getting over a relationship, learning to move on, and forgetting that person.)

WONDERLAND — "Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?" (Falling crazily in love, knowing this will end but doing it anyway, risking everything to be with this person.)

YOU ARE IN LOVE — "You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home" (The realization, the first time one of them says “I love you” to the other, the point of no return.)

NEW ROMANTICS — "Baby, we're the new romantics, the best people in life are free" (Going out to party, making mistakes, staying up to see the sunrise, and kissing while drunk.)

#writing prompts #music prompts #ship prompts #writeblr #prompt list #prompts inspired by lyrics #relationship prompts #taylor swift #writers #writers community #writers on tumblr #send that arrow send it through my heart

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adarafaelbarba · 4 months

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The Show Must Go On ~ Prompt List

This list has been long in the making and is far from finished. But I decided to post the first draft now, and see where to go from there 🥰

It's composed of mainly theatre tracks but contains something outside the world of theatre too, and will more or less be like that throughout this "journey" as I don't always listen to musical theatre cast recordings, but it's still a lot of what I do listen to 😅

Also -- Thank you @bullet-prooflove for the inspiration of the list, I love seeing your radio lists 😍

So without further ado, here's my spin on "Playlist prompt list"

Thunder rumbling, castles crumbling, I am trying to hold on.

Maybe next time I’ll be enough, you’ll give me everything instead of giving up.

I’d tell you that I love you, I miss you, I wish you were here. Maybe if I shout it loud enough, you might hear.

So it looks like the joke’s on you, cause the girl that you thought you knew, she’s so gone.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name.

He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father, he’s charming and endearing and I’m comfortable.

’cause I can feel the universe when I'm feeling you breathe, it's bigger than us, and it's bigger than you and me, it's bigger.

It’s astronomy, we’re two worlds apart

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

Just kiss me one last time, close your eyes, say goodbye and walk away.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don’t want to say goodbye cause this time means forever

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in, It's like I buried my faith with you

And now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far. Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

I'm screamin' at a God I don't know if I believe in. ‘Cause I don't know what else I can do

but when does a comet become a meteor. When does a candle become a blaze. When does a man become a monster. When does a ripple become a tidal wave. When does the reason become the blame.

I look into your eyes and think back to the son of mine. You’re as old as he was when I left for war.

close your eyes and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?

I’m just a man, who’s fighting for his life. Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife.

Have you forgotten the lessons I’ve taught you? Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you.

Show yourself, I know you're watching me. Show yourself. I can see you.

How can you see through my spell?

Haha! I was lying and you fell for my bluff

What good would killing do. When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use. My friend is dead! Our foe is blind! The blood we shed it never dries!

You are reckless, sentimental at best. That's not a teaching of mine. You've grown soft, your dead friends can attest.

That's just like you, why should I be surprised? Selfish and prideful and vain. Unlike you every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain.

I'll remind you I saw you as a friend, but now we're done.

You're not looking for a mentor. I'm not looking for a friend. I mistook you for a general. What a waste of effort spent.

At least I know what I'm fighting for, while you're fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser why's your life spent all alone?

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying. One day, you might understand. One day, but not today. For after all you're just a man.

This day, you sever your own head. This day, you cut the line. This day, you lost it all. Consider this as my goodbye

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Tagging:

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#karen speaks #karen makes a prompt list #playlist prompt #music prompts

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storyweaverofgondor · 1 year

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Hello, my fandom friends! A little surprise for you!

A month long prompt event with prompts compiled by yours truly. You can do as many or as few as you like. Be sure to tag any posts you make #cats-pril2023 and tag each day accordingly. for example, #cats-prilday1 or #cats-prilday2 I will attempt to reblog what i can.

Rules:

All types of works are permitted and all ratings are allowed.

All works must be based off or around the prompts listed here.

All works must be Cats the Musical or in the very least strongly connected.

Works must be posted on the day of the prompt it’s connected to

Do not post before April 1st.

Late entries are allowed. Early ones are strongly discouraged but there is no punishment if you do so.

This event is open to everyone. No exceptions.

I will be attempting a collection on AO3. Link is here: CATS-PRIL. Hopefully it works! XD. If you upload any event works to AO3, it would be lovely if you could add them to the collection.

Feel free to ask any questions you may have.

Feel free to go ahead prepare early if you want. And most of all, HAVE FUN!

Ball

Memory

Junkyard

Tail

Family

Tribe

Name

Three Words

Dance

Railway

Theater

Tire

Pipe

Rock n’ roll

Pirates

Rehearsal

Protector

Magic

Swag Bag

Collar

Songs

Rebirth

Moon

Everlasting Cat

Den

Trio

Background

1981

Fouettés

Gillian Lynne

#cats-pril2023 #cats the musical fandom #cats the musical event #cats event prompt list

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this-basic-mage · 1 year

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Florence + The Machine Prompt List Part 2

I wrote a Florence + The Machine prompt list about two years ago. Since then, she's put out a new album, and after seeing her on Friday I'm feeling inspired to make another.

I need my golden crown of sorrow

I never knew my killer would be coming from within

I am king

Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated

I'm on fire, but I'm trying not to show it

I'm always running from something

And for a moment, When I'm dancing, I am free

I just kept spinnin' and I danced myself to death

Never really been alive before

I'm back in town, why don't we go out?

I came for the pleasure, but I stayed, Yes, I stayed for the pain

What a thing to admit

Crying into cereal at midnight

Well, did you miss me?

Make me perfect, make me your fantasy

My montage of lost things

You make me climb, then you shut the gate

I used to see the future and now I see nothin'

Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view

Heaven is here if you want it

I'll turn your sea to a desert

I couldn't help it, yes, I let it get in

The helpless optimism of spring

I'm not bad, I'm not good

You practice resurrection every night

You're a perfect pearl hung in the sky

A generation soaked in grief

I never thought it would get this far

This somewhat drunken joke

I don't know where to put my love

Am I quiet enough for you yet?

I don't love you, I just love the bomb

And you're so high, you're so high, you had to be an angel

When love became an act of defiance

Hold onto each other

You need a big god

The best of the best and the worst of the worst

Hold me down, I'm so tired now

This is the only thing I've ever had any faith in

You've always been my North Star

It's such a wonderful thing to love

My held breath fills the room with love

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject

At least we had it for a moment

Did I build a ship to wreck?

Let me leave or let me love you

The dog days are over

Sweeter than heaven and harder than hell

No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks, and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

Reblog if you want someone to send you one of these prompts, and check out Part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/sidhelives/700865391482863616/florence-the-machine-prompt-list

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vexic929 · 6 months

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songs from my high school years prompt list

Send a character and a number for a ficlet! (Based on or incorporating the lyrics)

Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious and hell yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' princess (Girlfriend)

I will not die, I'll wait here for you I feel alive when you're beside me (Time of Dying)

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me, my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating, sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me (Boulevard of Broken Dreams)

Oh baby, don't you know I suffer? Oh baby, can you hear me moan? You caught me under false pretenses, how long before you let me go? (Supermassive Black Hole)

I remember when I lost my mind, there was something so pleasant about that place, even your emotions have an echo in so much space (Crazy)

Can't you see that you're smothering me, holding too tightly, afraid to lose control? 'Cause everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you (Numb)

When the sun shines, we'll shine together, told you I'll be here forever, said I'll always be your friend, took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end (Umbrella)

I know the truth now I know who you are and I don't love you anymore (Everybody's Fool)

I tried to go on like I never knew you I'm awake but my world is half asleep (Incomplete)

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around, it's not over 'cause a part of me is dead and in the ground (It's Not Over)

#exposing my emo self and my age (though some of these are a little pre high school for me)#like some of these songs are older than youtube itself #and some of the songs didn't come out on youtube until years after their release simply because youtube wasn't popular #we had to watch the music videos on weird websites or TV #vexic lives #ask game #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompts #dialogue prompt #prompt list #angst #oc prompt #my ask games #music prompts #lyric prompts

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seaside-writings · 6 months

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I hope this prompt list brings you inspiration wherever it is needed, and like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙🎵

🎵 "This is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames of my friends' bodies,"

🎵 "She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin-sized mattress in somebody's attic or basement my whole life,"

🎵 "I'm sure that we could find something for you to do on stage, maybe shake a tambourine or when I sing, you sing harmonies,"

🎵 "This is for the snakes and the people they bite,"

🎵 "There's an amount to take, reasons to take more,"

🎵 "But it should've felt good, but I can hear the Jaws theme song on repeat in the back of my mind,"

🎵 "I wanna contribute to the chaos,"

🎵 "For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights, for the warning signs I've completely ignored,"

🎵 "That is the decision that I have made,"

🎵 "Never graduating up in size to add another,"

🎵 "I don't wanna watch and then complain 'cause I am through finding blame,"

🎵 "When the flood water comes, it ain't gonna be clear, it's gonna look like mud,"

🎵 "With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay; you said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!""

🎵 "You stopped by my house the night you escaped,"

🎵 "When they close their eyes and prayed you would change, and they cut your hair and sent you away,"

🎵 "It's no big surprise you turned out this way,"

🎵 "I'm gonna help you swim,"

🎵 "Consequences for all the stupid things I say,"

🎵 "This is for the lake that me and my friends swim in naked and dumb on a drunken night,"

🎵 "Make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face,"

🎵 "The spark in your eyes, the look on your face, I will not…"

🎵 "There are lessons to be learned,"

🎵 "I'm gonna help you swim,"

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jon-withnoh · 3 months

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I waited for the call to be put through, fiddling with my wedding ring. I spun it around and around my finger. Maybe I ought to have had it resized.

“Hello?” Beatrice’s voice startled me. I had missed the click of the line connecting.

“Hello,” I said. “It’s me.”

“Oh!” Even like this I could hear the genuine delight in her voice. I smiled to myself, picturing her leaning closer to the phone. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you.” I hadn’t thought of anything to say, or a reason to have called. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Prompt 14: Phone Calls

#rebecca das musical #my fic #soft prompts #tumblr oneshots #beatrich #another drabble just because #one day i will make my way through all 36 soft prompts on that list

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Can I request 36 and 39 from prompt list 2 with Beetlejuice? I adore your writing sm🛐 and I’m in desperate need of some angst.

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Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #36 (“stop pushing me away.”) and #39 (“don’t blame me, you know what you signed up for.”) from Prompt List 2

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, angst, sexual references, beej and reader are kinda both assholes

Word Count: 1,550

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, anon! I know I say this a lot, but it’s been really hard for me to find creative inspiration these days. I’m going to blame the weather. But luckily now that the holidays are over, I might finally take my resolutions seriously and write more. Who knows!

Anyways, I love writing angst so I really need to do that more often. If you’d like to read more, check out my Masterlist and About Me page. And if you’d like to make a request, I have several Prompt lists for plenty of inspiration! As always, thanks everyone for the support. I really want to get better at writing this year, so that requires me to actually, ya know, write. Hopefully I stick to that! Happy 2024 and happy reading!

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

You couldn’t help but groan as you downed the shot he had so graciously bought you. He was a friend of a friend of a friend, and you were getting drunker by the second.

Your actual friends had decided on a dingy bar in the city that night, but you couldn’t help but look at the time nervously as they happily clamored around the pool table behind you. It was getting late.

“Oh, what an interesting and complicated question, Darren,” you replied, doing your absolute best not to slur your words. You exhaled, your elbows digging into the top of the bar. “Yes and no.”

Darren couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He was cute, but definitely did not seem above taking advantage of a drunk girl with an ambiguous relationship status.

“Situationship?” he probed, pulling his beer towards his lips. You didn’t answer. “Been there. Can be fun, but…messy.”

A dry laugh escaped your lips. Messy didn’t even begin to cover it, but you didn’t have enough hours in the day to explain it to this guy. Nor did you want to.

“Yeah,” you said, toying with the shot glass, “He can be sweet but…I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side if I were you.”

“I’m tough.”

“Believe me, it’s not worth the trouble.”

“I’d like to decide that for myself, thanks,” he drawled, his eyelids heavy as he glanced towards the door. “Wanna get outta here?”

Before you knew it you were slammed up against the side of a building that made up a dimly-lit alleyway, the brick digging into your back as Darren kissed you aggressively.

Your eyes fluttered, trying to focus on the task at hand. But your attention turned the flickering streetlamp and menacing fog that seemed to be encroaching upon your impromptu hookup.

He nipped at your neck, and you couldn’t help but let out an involuntary moan. An action that you would certainly be paying for later.

“Shit,” you muttered, hearing a low growl in your ear. He was close, and you could only imagine the shitstorm he would cause if you continued to make out with this random.

You cursed the day you ever listened to Beetlejuice. He was persuasive in more ways than one, and if you didn’t act fast, things would get ugly.

“Hey,” you said as Darren came up for air, “I have to go, but, uh, I’ll call you?” He looked at you a little disappointed, but after a few moments and an awkward number exchange, you were left alone.

You looked around, making sure no other living person was in earshot. “Alright, show’s over, asshole!” you goaded, growing angrier by the second, “Come on out now.”

“You’ll call him?” an indignant voice bellowed, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Beetlejuice was nothing if not dramatic.

Ever since you summoned him—accidentally, you might add—the ghoul had been nothing but a thorn in your side. Unfortunately for you, you also happened to be drawn to the passionate energy that came with that kind of adversarial relationship.

It was a problem you knew would be better addressed in therapy. Instead, you thought it’d be a better idea to fuck the ghost.

“No, you idiot,” you shot back as the demon appeared, floating angrily above you, “You’ll make sure of that, won’t you?”

Beetlejuice’s feet hit the ground, his hair glowing bright red in the moonlight. He drew closer to you, a predator stalking its prey.

“I’ve been watching you all night, babe,” he hissed, your back hitting the wall yet again. Your body instantly tensed, the smell of death and decay overwhelming your senses. He shook his head, a mix of arousal and disgust flashing on his pale face.

Your eyes bore into his as they glowered with envy. “So?” you drew your shoulders back, straightening your spine, “We’re not together. Who I fuck or don’t fuck is none of your goddamn business.”

He laughed indignantly, “You think I’m threatened by that guy? Please.” His amber eyes flashed briefly with a twinge of insecurity.

“Then why go through the trouble of scaring him off, hm?” you goaded, “Afraid I’d finally found someone better?”

Beetlejuice couldn’t help but feel wounded. Sure, you both fought. A lot. But you couldn’t stay away from each other for long. You’d fight, you’d banish him, and then like clockwork, you’d call him back and reconcile, which usually involved ripping each other’s clothes off.

Despite never defining the relationship, the two of you couldn’t help feel possessive over one another. And because you had a vindictive streak, you didn’t care about using other guys to make him jealous.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he growled, pressing a large hand against the wall as he inched closer to you, “And we also know that I’m a better fuck than any of those other breathers combined.” You inhaled, stifling your fear and shoving it back down your throat.

Beetlejuice’s gaze softened. Even for a dead guy, he could pick up on your mannerisms like no one else. “You’re so fucking stubborn, you know that? I just wish you would stop pushing me away. A demon can only take so much back and forth from one human.”

Your eyes narrowed, your face inching closer to his. You studied his expression for cracks in the façade that he loved to put up. It was just one of the many ways he liked to fuck with you.

“Ah, the ‘woe is me’ bullshit,” you smirked. “Don’t blame me, you know what you signed up for.”

Even in the dim streetlight, you could see Beetlejuice’s mood shift from pure scarlet anger to a melancholic swirl of violet and maroon. It would’ve been almost beautiful if you weren’t so pissed at him.

“And if I remember correctly, you were the one who didn’t want to be tied down,” you scoffed in disgust, reminding him of his many trysts down to the Netherworld, “It’s not my fault you can’t take the same bullshit that you dish out to me.”

You typically had a don’t ask, don’t tell policy; but recently, you could feel the jealousy between the two of you reaching a boiling point. You were looking for a fight, and you knew hooking up with another guy would send Beetlejuice over the edge.

“Drop the tough guy act, sweetheart,” he was almost pleading with you, ignoring the harshness he exhibited only moments ago. “You know I don’t want anyone else.”

‘Not in the ways that matter, anyways,’ he thought, unwilling to tack on that addendum verbally.

You felt hot tears forming in your eyes, but you held them back. You’d be damned if you let Beetlejuice see you cry, after all the vitriol you’d spat at him.

He finally backed away from you, giving you room to breathe. You peeled yourself from the brick wall, unsure how to proceed.

Beetlejuice considered sweeping you off your feet; maybe an attempt at wooing you would make you both forget the meaningless squabbling.

After all, that was how the two of you communicated: passionate fights and even more passionate sex.

Not exactly the healthiest relationship. And by the looks of it, this…thing between you was starting to take its toll.

“I don’t…I can’t believe you,” you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest. “W-We fight constantly, and I’m awful to you, and…I don’t like who I am when I’m with you, Beej.”

All red from the demon’s hair was instantly replaced with deep purples and blues. A sign of complete melancholy.

“I get it, babe,” he said, his voice dripping with despair. “What can I say? I bring out the worst in people.” He sounded disgusted with himself, like he knew this would happen eventually and he did nothing to prevent the inevitable.

It didn’t matter that he loved you more than any other breather. He couldn’t tell you. It was too late.

Beetlejuice knew he was broken, and now he had broken you too. And the thought of that made him want to die again and again.

You tried to speak but no words were able to escape your throat. You wanted to apologize, to tell him that no other guys mattered, that you could start over and figure it out.

But you couldn’t.

Instead, a strange sob came out, and you tried to shield yourself in the shadows of the alley so that he couldn’t see you. Beetlejuice cocked his head, a sad expression on his pale face.

“I should, uh, probably go then,” he said, his gravelly voice low. He usually relished in making breathers cry, but now he couldn’t even bare to look at you as tears streamed down your face.

You nodded, signaling that you wanted him to leave. “I’m…fuck, I’m sorry,” he said. He didn’t really know what else to say, the air thick between you.

You turned around to face him, salt stinging your eyes. But he was gone. Not even a stupid puff of green smoke left behind.

‘It’s for the best,’ you thought as you walked home alone.

Of course, you knew that thought wouldn’t stick; you knew you’d last three days maximum before you summoned that demon again.

Old habits die hard.

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