Song Lyric Prompts

Some prompts may be altered slightly to sound better/fit the request (e.g. prompt may be turned into several different phrases, changed wording, etc.) Ye have been warned.

1. “If your gonna be the death of me that’s how I wanna go.” –Collar Full, Panic! At The Disco

2. “Drugs every corner this is Gotham City / Killer Croc came to kidnap you then cut out your kidney.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

3. “All the boys and I / All the boys and I / Love her madly.” –All The Boys, Panic! At The Disco

4. “Can’t do this to me baby.” –Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

5. “I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out / Cause that’s what young love is all about.” –Bubblegum Bitch, Marina and the Diamonds

6. “Sometimes quiet is violent.” –Car Radio, Twenty Øne Piløts

7. “What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.” –Build God, Then We’ll Talk, Panic! At The Disco

8. “Choke this love till the veins start to shiver.” –River, BISHOP

9. “I’m scared to get close / And I hate being alone.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

10. “Holy hands / Well they make me a sinner.” –River, BISHOP

11. “And all the kids cry out / Please stop you’re scaring me / I can’t help this awful energy / God damn right you should be scared of me / Who is in control?” –Control, Halsey

12. “Are you insane like me / Been in pain like me?” –Gasoline, Halsey

13. “If crazy equals genius / I’m a fucking arsonist / I’m a rocket scientist.” –Crazy = Genius, Panic! At The Disco

14. “Why don’t you show me a little bit of spine / You’ve been saving for his mattress, love.” –Dance, Dance, Fall Out Boy

15. “I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt / But I make these high heels work.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

16. “The higher I get the lower I’ll sink / I can’t drown my demons they know how to swim.” –Can You Feel My Heart, Bring Me The Horizon

17. “This just ain’t livin’.” –Cancer, My Chemical Romance

18. “The normals / They make me afraid / The crazies / They make me feel sane.” –Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez

19. “I’m fairly local / I’ve been around / I’ve seen the streets / You’re walking down.” –Fairly Local, Twenty Øne Piløts

20. “Our brains are sick but that’s okay.” –Fake You Out, Twenty Øne Piløts

21. “I need a gangsta / To love me better / Than all the others do.” –Gangsta, Kehlani

22. “I’m mean it, I’m okay (trust me) / I’m not okay.” –I’m Not Okay, My Chemical Romance

23. “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” –Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, Panic! At The Disco

24. “Help our souls tonight / We’re losing / Losing this fight.” –Help Our Souls, Nihils

23. “To hang me up now / By my neck / Cause I’m a fate worse than death.” –Sarcasm, Get Scared

24. “I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best.” -Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

25. “Could you imagine that / If we were gay?” –If We Were Gay, Ninja Sex Party

26. “Glory and gore goes hand in hand / That’s why we’re making headlines.” –Glory and Gore, Lorde

27. “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.” –Colors, Halsey

28. “You never know the psychopath sitting next to you / You never know the murderer sitting next to you.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

29. “Can you save my heavy, dirty, soul?” –HeavyDirtySoul, Twenty Øne Piløts

30. “Those thoughts of past lovers / They’ll always haunt me.” –House of Memories, Panic! At The Disco

31. “When the city goes silent / The ringing in my ears gets violent.” –Jet Pack Blues, Fall Out Boy

32. “You got two black eyes from loving too hard / And a black heart that matches your blackest soul.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

33. “I wanna make you shiver / Make your backbone quiver.” –Mercenary, Panic! At The Disco

34. “I do not have writers block / My writer just hates the clock.” –Migraine, Twenty Øne Piløts

35. “Don’t do love / Don’t do friends / I’m only after success.” –Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds

36. “Make me / Make me impressed / Make me / Make me obsessed.” Pretty Little Psycho, Porcelain Black

37. “I’ve been thinking too much / Help me.” –Ride, Twenty Øne Piløts

38. “My shadow’s the only one who walks beside me.” –Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day

39. “You don’t love me / Big fucking deal.” –Starring Role, Marina and the Diamonds

40. “Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?” –Tennis Court, Lorde

41. “Whether near or far / I am always yours.” –The End of All Things, Panic! At The Disco

42. “Am I more than you bargained for yet?” –Sugar We’re Going Down, Fall Out Boy

43. “And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame.” –Twin Skeletons, Fall Out Boy

44. “If wanna start a fight you better throw the first punch.” –The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty, Panic! At The Disco

45. “You’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away / But tonight I need you to stay.” -The Run and Go, Twenty Øne Piløts

46. “Drinking white wine in the blushing light.” –LA Devotee, Panic! At The Disco

47. “That shit is my jam.” –Samurai Abstinence Patrol, Ninja Sex Party

48. “Build a palace out in Paris just to fill with bitches.” –Purple Lamborghini, Skrillex ft. Rick Ross

49. “Your lips / They got me goin’.” –Lips, Marian Hill

50. “You don’t know the half of the abuse.” –Heathens, Twenty Øne Piløts

51. “God, I wish I never spoke.” –Soap, Melanie Martinez

52. “So what are you waiting for / Cause someone could love you more.” –LOST BOY, Troye Sivan

53. “In the Vegas lights / Where feelings spend the weekend.” –Vegas Lights, Panic! At The Disco

54. “Wow, I probably should’ve stayed inside my house.” –The Judge, Twenty Øne Piløts

55. “The windowsill looks really nice, right? / You think twice about your life / It probably happens at night, right?” –Holding Onto You, Twenty Øne Piløts

Feel free to add more or request your own lyrics!

SUICIDAL - Jughead Jones x reader

WARNINGS: this imagine have suicide content. It’s hard (these issues) so if you’re sensitive, don’t read it. If you’re suicidal, I have to tell you that I have been too. If you need support or someone who can understand you, you can send me a message. I know how hard it is.
I was the youngest of the Blossoms. First were the twins, Jason and Cheryl. They were always more popular than me, so everyone focus on them and they ignore me.
But thanks to my caring brother and my protective sister, I began to be known for everyone.
Jason, Cheryl and I love each other madly. Each of us would have died for the other two. So when Jason told us about his plan to run away with Polly Cooper, we didn’t hesitate to help him.
We thought he was safe. We saw him safe. What a surprise when the sheriff’s son found Jason’s body in the river with a bullet in his head.
Cheryl was the one who saw the dead body. ‘you don’t have to enter, Y/n/n’ she said sobbing kissing my forehead. I remember hear her in the distance. Like I wasn’t in the world. I also remember how my old sister touched my cheeks and embraced me. But it was like I wasn’t inside my body.
I didn’t say a word. But I heard my mother’s scream and my sister’s loud cries. I was sitting in a chair, grabbing strongly the notebook that Jason had gave me when he discovered my beautiful tales.
I didn’t notice that a brunette skinny boy was looking at me. He was one of the Jason and Cheryl’s classmates. He was the weirdo that Jason had warned me about.
‘he’s always looking at you. Be careful with him.’ Jason used to tell me. But Jason wasn’t there. None was there, because everyone was trying to cheer my old sister and my parents up.
Before I could notice it, the guy was sitting besides me.
“I’m sorry about… ” I turned to face him. He didn’t know my brother. He probably hated my brother. It was disrespectful that he was giving me his condolences. Condolences for what? For someone who didn’t know enough? Idiot.
“You didn’t know Jason.” I hissed standing up. “you can’t do that! It’s hypocritical!” I just ran away with tears in my eyes.
At couple of days had passed. Cheryl was strong. She wasn’t going to give up. But me… I had given up when Kevin told me about my brother. I didn’t have strength. I didn’t have a motive to live.
I loved my sister, but she had never there for me like Jason did. He never left me, always protecting me, taking care of my happiness. I couldn’t protect him.
It wasn’t the first time I thought about kill myself. But Jason always stopped me. Now he wasn’t with me. Now I was alone. My father was working, and Cheryl and my mom were out this weekend.
This was my opportunity of release.
I went downstairs, and headed the kitchen. First of all, I picked a knife, and then, I returned upstairs to my room. When I was there, I sat down on my bed and I take a deep breath.
While a tear was streaming down my face I put the knife over my wrist, and y cut my veins. I began to lose the conscience slowly. It seemed like I was falling asleep. So I lay down on my bed and wait, feeling the increasing pool of blood growing under my cut.
Before I closed my eyes I saw a figure entering in my room. It was a boy. He embraced me and held my wrist trying to stop the bleeding.

All this fucking story began with her eyes, four years ago. I loved Y/n Y/s/n Blossom. I loved her madly and she didn’t notice.
The day I was going to talk with her, she shouted me. But I couldn’t blame her. She had lost her big brother. When she stormed out, she left her notebook besides me. I began to read it, wondering what could it be. There were tales and leyends, handwritten with a beautiful letter.
She wrote. God, she was perfect. The third day I went to her house to talk with her and gave her the notebook back.
I knocked the door. Nothing. I rang the bell. Nothing. I discovered a key over one window, and I opened the door.
“Y/n?” I asked. Silence. “you left your notebook!” I shouted to prove that she wasn’t at home. I was going to exit when I hear something hitting the second floor. I went upstairs and I saw in the third room Y/n’s body. She was surrounded by blood, laying on her bed. She was holding a knife with one of her hands.
“Y/N!” I screamed panicked going to embrace her. She had a cut in her veins. I tried to press the would. “Y/n, stay with me!”
She had passed out. I picked her in the bridal style and I went downstairs, searching the phone with my gaze. Wen I found it, I called Cheryl. I practically screamed everything on a couple of seconds.
“what are you doing in my house? What happened? Where is Y/n/n? I’m going with my mother. Give me ten minutes.” Cheryl said as rapidly as me.
“she doesn’t have that time!” I groaned feeling tears burning my eyes.
“okay five!” Cheryl said stressed out “don’t let her go, Jughead Jones.” her voice trembled even if she tried to seem intimidating.
“Y-Y/n… Wake up, please. I lov-” I saw her eyes opening. Those eyes.

On the mundanity of things

They always catch you by surprise. You know, those gut-wrenching songs that lyrically cut a T-shaped form in your chest and abdomen; splaying you bare in all the red you have to offer. Even more so, when it happens, it’s often excruciatingly unpoetical. 

I recall when Robyn started singing on GTA’s Non-Stop-Pop FM radio. GTA (Grand Theft Auto) of course being a simpleton’s game, where cause and consequence have little meaning. 

Nevertheless, this is where it happened. It is where I parked my car consisting of pixels; virtually stolen but in a 3D mint condition, on the side of the road because I could no longer see through the tears in my eyes. 

It’s when I heard her sing: “We could keep trying, but things will never change. So I don’t look back. Still, I’m dying with every step I take. But I don’t look back.”

I know. It’s a terribly mundane thing, and I’m not making much of an effort to make it look prettier. But it was real. 

Right then, in that moment, I understood in which way our breakup was hard on her; what it takes to leave a relationship that may or may not be leading to nowhere. It’s the doubt that aches, you see. The could’ve beens. 

It’s what “hurts with every heartbeat”

It’s when I realized I still love her. Utterly, unconditionally, madly. Yes, madly. There’s no other word for it. 

Truths like these, I figure, will always catch us by surprise. Opening us up like mytilidae in boiling water. Unless we refrain from listening to music. Which is a scenario I cannot imagine being preferable to anyone.

She’s easy on the eyes. She’s a very very beautiful woman. She’s fantastic. […] Portia just told me the other day “you are my everything” and I was literally thinking the same about her. […] I tell her that she’s beautiful every day and that I love her. […] We are madly in love and things are fantastic.
—  Ellen DeGeneres about her wife, Portia
I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows that he cannot say to her “I love you madly”, because he knows that she knows (and that she knows he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. Still there is a solution. He can say “As Barbara Cartland would put it, I love you madly”. At this point, having avoided false innocence, having said clearly it is no longer possible to talk innocently, he will nevertheless say what he wanted to say to the woman: that he loves her in an age of lost innocence.

Umberto Eco

I see friends shaking hands
Saying how do you do
They’re really saying, I love you.

How do you do?
In other words,
its true that we love one another
and i stole your love and i love it loud and you are hotter than hell
and all of my love, all of my love, oh all of my love, to you.
All you need is love
because baby its cold outside
and we are breaking the chains of love.
You can call me doctor love
because i am crazy in love
and we are creatures of love
and i fell in love once, now almost completely. She’s in love with the world.
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name
hello, i love you, let me jump in your game.
Love is blindness and i
love her madly
and i wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me for
love is eternal, sacred light
and i love you like a rock.
She loves you
and you know that can’t be bad
in the sunshine of your love.
When love comes to town,what do you got?
You got a Whole lotta love. (songs)

In other words

We have a playlist and i have my thoughts
This, too, is my last action of the day
this too is the last thing that i do

in other words

here is my goodnight kiss

in other words

I love you.
—  (Songs), Poems to Beatrice
Nothing's fine, I'm torn (part 26)

Soooooo so close to the ending. As of recently, I thought of a new ending that I am completely more satisfied with. Can’t wait for it but also I can. I love writing this story and I’ll be sad when it’s done. Thanks for reading babes and hope you enjoy as always :) xx


My heart stops as I hear Harry spill the words from his mouth. I may be imagining this, but it’s real.
My breathing becomes really shallow and hardly any air is going through my lungs.
“What?” Is the only thing I manage to get out of me. Disbelief courses through my ears and brain and I can’t process what Harry just said to me.

“You heard me and I’ll repeat it again and again, I love you so much Y/N and it took all of this bullshit to finally see that I want you and only you.” I realize we’re both to the side of the secluded hall while everyone else is outside. I’m trying to get out of the way and go back to Liam but Harry’s tall frame is no match for my height. He towers over me and his gaze is very intense as his green eyes bore into my body.

“And you expect me to believe you? Please Harry, no. You think after two months of ignoring me I’m gonna run back into your arms as if nothing happened? And what a coincidence that you oh so suddenly love me,” I air quote those last two words with my fingers. Liam is probably worried that I haven’t come back yet and I know he’ll come in looking for me at any moment and save me from Harry who is currently keeping me hostage.
I won’t lie though, having him right in front of me makes me remember about all that I have been through for him and yet I know I still love him like the idiot I am, but he doesn’t deserve my forgiveness. Would I have considered it if he had apologized right away? Of course I would. I was so deeply in love with him that I didn’t care what I’d have to do to have him back in my life but as time passed by, I gave up, I fully did give up.
He says nothing as his eyes dart from staring at me to the floor.

I try pushing past him again but this time he grips my upper arm tighter, gently bringing my back against the wall blocking me from going anywhere. I try putting up with a fight but there’s no use. Damn me for being so weak.
He rests his right hand right next to me on the wall while his left hand caresses my cheek. I shudder at his touch, but I want to push him off. I don’t want him touching me and I am not that type of girl. His long fingers trace my jaw line and I am quick to remove it slamming it down to his side.

“What part of don’t touch me do you not seem to understand? Enough. Just because you finally found out that your stupid, slut of an already ex girlfriend cheated on you does not mean I am more than willing to take you back.”

“Y/N, I’m here for you and because of you. Do you know how much it’s fucking killing me to see you with Liam? That should be me, not him. I know you don’t love him and you never will because I see that look on your eyes that tells me you still love me, like I love you.” His words bring back so much Déjà vu, that was me two months ago but that is never going to be me again.

“I may not love Liam yet, but you can bet I don’t love you anymore Harry.” I lie. The words were hard for me to spill out, but I don’t need this, not after all this time. Even I don’t even believe myself but visibly his face falls for a small second but quickly he shakes it off. He’s inching in closer to my face but I move my face away from his.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I scoff not looking at him.

“Y/N, I don’t care what you say because I know you’re lying. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t,” he orders but I refuse. I need to stay strong before I break. I bet that’s what he wants. He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t.
I look up slowly to meet his eyes. I push him back since his breathing was on me but I wasn’t complaining. Even after all this time, him being so close to me gives me that same effect.

“I don’t love you anymore,” I say it clearly, annunciating it for him to take in the words. I’m not fooling myself, I haven’t been this close to him and I missed him so much, but the pain I went through is a reminder that he hurt me and he didn’t care. Now he comes to me saying that he loves me?
I’m trying not to laugh at the stupidity of this situation.

“I don’t believe you,” he states.

“I don’t care what you think. Now move before I start screaming bloody murder Harold, move.” I say more aggressively but he’s not letting up. I’m not so much of a threat to him and right now I wish I was a guy to punch the shit out of him.

“Y/N? Are you in here? Where are you?” Liam’s voice suddenly echoes through the big empty hall.
“Y/N?” He finally reaches where Harry and I stand. His face falls as he notices where we stand a little too close for my liking.
“What’s going on?” He says lowly and I take note that he’s beginning to panic.

“Nothing Liam, I’m being kept hostage by this asshole.” I say referring to Harry. He finally moves and I space myself from him as fast as I can.

“You okay?” He asks examining me for any signs of tears. Luckily I’ve stayed strong enough to not cry in front of him. He’s been the main cause for all of my pain and suffering and I’ve already done enough of that.
I nod and his stare turns from mine to Harry.

“What do you think you’re doing mate?” His tone is more different than usual.. It’s more protective and not taking shit from anyone or anything.

“I came here to talk to Y/N Liam. Me and her have lots to discuss.” I scowl at him. I hate how dominating he thinks he is and as if he owns me.

“You had your chance Harry. She doesn’t wanna hear it. Where’s your gal anyway? Shouldn’t you be assisting to her instead of bothering my Y/N.” I can see Harry visibly wincing at Liam calling me his. Okay, I don’t mind that he’s just protecting me but I am not his. Not until I say I am.

“Mate, give it up. We both know she doesn’t love you and I’ll have you know Kendall and I are no longer together. Y/N was right this whole time and I didn’t believe her,” his eyes dart back to me. I want to say something, yell at these two for being so ridiculous. I don’t need this, it’s only adding to my already fucked up life.
Liam’s fist tightens and alarm bells go off in my head. I don’t want this to turn out into some violent chaos, I will not be responsible for them fighting, I won’t. I squeeze his arm signaling him to breathe in.

“Why are you even here?” He asks Harry.

“Because I love her. I’m madly in love with this girl and I know she loves me. She’s only with you because I bet you pressured her.” Okay I have had it, he’s not going to attack Liam like that.

“Harry enough. You expect me to forgive you with the way you’re acting? It’s not passing by me. Please if you really do love me, then leave me alone.” My voice cracks betraying me. I’ve tried so hard to not shed any tears but all of this became too overwhelming. It feels like the past is coming back and my long and tiring days have returned to haunt me yet again.

“Y/N, please-” Harry speaks but is quickly cut off by Liam.

“She said go Harold, take a hint. She’s my girl, you had your chance.”

“She’s not your girl and I am not going anywhere.” Harry’s voice raises and booms through the long hallway. I start panicking when I notice them getting immensely close to each other and suddenly Liam grips Harry by the collar while Harry does the same. I’ve never been in this type of situation but I am freaking out.

“Guys stop it, please stop. Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” I scream trying to pull them apart but it’s too much testosterone for me to handle.
They completely ignore me and before I know it, Harry says something to Liam that sends him over the edge and he swings at Harry’s face. Harry tackles Liam to the floor and I am a screaming mess trying to get these boys to stop fighting. I quickly knock off my heels and run back to the backyard where the rest of the boys are.
Out of breath, I luckily find the rest of the boys playing beer pong on the patio.

“Guys, please help me Liam and Harry are in a full on brawl and I can’t get them off.” I say breathing hard.
They all quickly run off into the kitchen and into the hall. I can’t help but feel that this is all of my fault and it is.
They are still on the ground as they punch each other repeatedly.
A lot of the party guests are watching the ongoing fight between these two boys and I’m embarrassed.
Niall, Louis and Zayn grasp both of Harry’s and Liam’s shirt pulling them apart.
You can see the marks on their face from where they hit each other. Harry’s eye is cut and bleeding and Liam’s bottom lip is swollen.

“Are you guys fucking kidding me? You both are adults not adolescents. Liam, I am not your girl, I never said i was, I only said I’d give us a try and you Harry, I don’t even have to keep repeating to you over and over again to just let this all go.” I yell at both of them as their being held back.
Their knuckles are bruised up and bloody, drops of the thick red liquid dripping onto Niall’s wood floor.

“Let me go,” the two of them both say at the same time. Liam gives me an apologetic look but I ignore it and scowl at him. This is the first time he has ever let me down and I am so damn mad at him.

“I’m sorry-” Liam says but I hold my hand up, shaking my head.

“I’m going home, I don’t need this. You boys need to fix your shit and sort it out because I will not be the cause of you both turning on each other. Both of you need to stop acting like children.”

“Fine, I’ll take you home.” Liam responds but I shake my head once again.

“No you’re not Liam. I am so disappointed in you, and as for you Harry,” I turn my attention to him. He doesn’t even bother looking at me. I know he knows he’s fully aware of what he did. “You made the choice for me a long time ago.” I bite down on my lip. I can feel my eyes getting watery and I’m chewing on the inside of my lip to stop me from having another one of my famous breakdowns.

“Alright people, nothing to see here. Lets go back and party.” Niall leads out the crowd back out from the fighting frenzy that happened just a few minutes ago.
They’re both keeping a distance from each other as they hold onto their wounds from spilling any more blood.

“I’m taking a cab home. It’s best if you leave me alone for a while Liam because I really am mad as hell at you right now.” Sweet Liam, I never thought he would ever throw punches at Harry. I know this is all my fault, and I’m responsible for it.

“At least take my car,” Liam offers but I reject.

“No, that’ll only give you an excuse to come see me and right now I don’t want to. And you Harry, I don’t want to see you at all.” It’s typical for me to feel sorry for him though I shouldn’t. I hate being mean but I don’t want to deal with this anymore. I give them both one last look before leaving them alone in the long hallway.
Today took a turn for unfortunate events. This is a never ending cycle that is literally going to haunt me for the rest of my life. I need to go home and block out all that’s happened today. But the one thing sticking out to me the most is Harry telling me he loves me? Does Harry love me, or is it just some game?
I’m so unsure at the moment, but I am not forgiving him. I remember when there was a time my life was much more simpler, life before I fell in love with Harry, before I fell in love with that stupid jerk who ruined me.
That stupid jerk that I love so much and who only lives to make me miserable. As much I try to hate Harry, I can’t, but I need him as far away from me as possible. I can tell the long days and long nights are returning. Harry stops at nothing and I am already dreading it..