a collection of my writings for rpdr compiled !! taking requests + prompts, would love to chat with other writers !! all works will be anon on ao3, so reference here to find new works by me if you enjoy my writing <3
Kori x Lydia
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ when she lies (thats when i get kissed the most)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ caught an emo bitch (she my maneater)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ feel like im digging for oil (you feel it up in your chest)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ our secret moments in a crowded room (they got no idea about me and you)
Jewels x Suzie
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ i never knew i'd be bitter (from the sweet)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ one look and they'll all come runnin' (who knew somethin' hot could be slummin')
"The woman was colder than she should have been. That was the first thing Paige registered, dimly, distantly, as if the thought had to travel a long way to reach her. It was not just the cold of the forest, not the honest, creeping chill that had settled into Paige’s own fingers hours ago, but something deeper, something that did not belong to wind or snow. It seeped through the layers between them, through wool and cotton and skin, a quiet, unnatural absence of warmth."
OR
Paige meets a girl in the forests and, against her better judgement, takes her to London. What could go wrong?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Heeey, I saw that your account it's kind off focus on uk7, and i would like to know what you think about one of my guilty pleasures.... Tayris x Viola😨
ive never thought about it but i love tayris and i love viola and they absolutely work as a duo together…. what an interesting dynamic because they both care so deeply about their art but in different ways it would be really fun to explore actually….
im a sucker for golden retriever x black cat and this is definitely in that realm so i might have to hop on the train….
its all coming to a close... so close to finishing this oneshot ohhhh im so excited to post....
“Paige,” Bones said softly.
Paige almost laughed at the absurdity of hearing her own name in this room. It sounded too gentle for the violence that had occurred inside. Behind Bones, blood continued inching slowly across the tile floor.
Thick ribbons of it had travelled between the grout lines in the floor, darkening as they cooled, collecting in black-red pools beneath the sinks.
There was so much of it that her mind refused to fully process where it could all have come from. It gleamed wetly under the light, viscous and dark as paint, and every now and then another drop slid from Bones’ mouth to join it with a soft, awful sound.
“What are you?”
JUNO PROMPTS 🥰🥰 Can I request threebones with either 9 or 18 (whichever option you prefer)? 😊
-Sunny
18. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had.”
Ok I have adjusted it a bit from the version you've already seen, but here is threebones inspired by the sleeptalker wedding proposal post 😊😊 hope you enjoy!!
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“Bones …”
Wrenched from her cloudy sleep, Bones prized her heavy eyelids open and shuffled upright at the sound of Paige's throaty murmur of her name.
“Paige?”
As her brain started to work, creaking into gear, Bones made herself focus on her girlfriend in the bed beside her.
The dull blue light of the approaching dawn pierced through the cracks in the blinds, revealing slivers of a Paige that Bones flooded with relief to see - not a damsel in distress tangled in the vines of a nightmare, needing a knight to wake her; but a sleeping beauty, smiling in her slumber, floating in a peaceful …
“Put the frog down Bo …”
… if unusual dream.
With a hum, sleep still curling beckoning tendrils around her, Bones succumbed back down into the embrace of the heavy winter duvet.
Maybe Paige would remember her dream this time. Maybe not.
Maybe Bones would awaken later as she sometimes did, to a Paige returning already bright and shining from an early run, stretching herself into fascinating lithe contortions, sighing in satisfaction. Bones would mention Paige had been talking in her sleep again, and Paige would groan and insist she didn't, with that same half-laugh in her throat making Bones wonder yet again if she was joking. But then Paige would lean over Bones, blonde hair slightly damp with sweat and swinging loose in a curtain around them both, and bring her lips to hers -
“Bones …”
Jolting back up, Bones realised her vision had been another dream trying to claim her.
Paige had turned her face slightly towards Bones, but she was still serene in sleep. Bones swiveled to face her, sighing as her mind started to sink back into the mire.
“Yes, Paige?” Bones murmured, mostly to herself, for Paige wouldn't hear her -
“Will you marry …”
Bones’ mind was this time catapulted out of sleep, her eyes snapping open.
“Huh?”
She looked at Paige, fast asleep, the tiny smile now stretching slowly to a bright beam.
Bones sat up again.
Cogs whirred in her mind against the backdrop of early birdsong and Paige's gentle, misty declaration beside her.
“... love you too ... stealing my chips …”
Then with a contented hum Paige turned onto her other side, away from Bones, leaving her with her thoughts.
Sure, they'd discussed engagement, but it had been a month ago or more, fueled by a bottle of prosecco and shards of a wedding they'd just attended sticking like splinters in their memories. Preceded by thumping, dizzying music and swirling lights in a myriad of colours, and followed by sharing salty, steaming chips in a styrofoam carton in the cool midnight rain, as if they still had no cares other than getting to their 10am lecture the next day again. Old friends tying the knot, nostalgia blurring with fever dreams.
But this was different.
This was something solid, that happened to real couples.
“... the most fun I've ever had!” Paige gave a chuckle that became a half-snore, curling herself legs into herself like a kitten.
Bones’ arms and legs felt like meltwater, her mind still whirling.
Then a flash of memory from earlier this week came hurtling across Bones’ mind; remembering frantically tearing apart the contents of her bedside table for one of her favourite rings one morning, unable to see it, and Paige somehow picking it up from the floor with a single glance.
The floor at her side of the bed.
And yes, sometimes Bones' rings did end up there, but Paige had found it instantly, before Bones’ worry had had the chance to seep into her search.
Paige went to the shops a bit longer than usual the day before.
And something clicked into position.
Something solid.
Daunting.
But also sort of exciting, like getting ready for a long journey. A nervous anticipation.
Shuffling back into the duvet, Bones lay flat on her back.
She wouldn't sleep again, she was certain of that. But she still shut her eyes, her breathing settling into rhythm with Paige's, and a tiny smile tickled her cheeks as she floated in daydreams.
theres an hour left of six sentance sunday and ive opened my doc for the first time in three days
one day ill do one of these on time... today is NOT that day i fear.... its also not technically six sentences but what is a sentence really...
“You’ve got some on your face.”
Paige blinked.
“I do?” she asked, instinctively lifting her free hand toward her mouth, but Bones caught it before she could reach.
Her other hand came up, slower now, her thumb brushing the edge of Paige’s lower lip where the ice cream had softened, a faint, sticky trace left behind. Paige’s breath caught. Bones didn’t move her hand away. Her thumb lingered, just slightly, pressing just enough to draw Paige’s attention to the exact point of contact, to the contrast between the warmth of her own skin and the coolness of Bones’ touch.
Paige swallowed, and Bones leaned in until Paige could feel her cool breath against her mouth. She paused there, just a fraction of a second, her gaze dropping to Paige’s lips, before moving her hand to Paige’s waist. Then her tongue brushed, slow and deliberate, along the place her thumb had just been.
Bones stepped back then, but her eyes never left Paige. “All better.”
another tragically late (more than) six sentance sunday whos shocked
i promise this is vampire!bones guys im just too caught up in it all this is going to be a long one i fear
Paige pushed off the sofa, unable to stay still for too long when she was anxious, but she also didn’t want Bones to see the blush creeping up her neck. She moved past Bones, brushing just close enough to feel that familiar, unsettling chill, and headed toward the kitchen. It wasn’t really a separate room so much as an extension of the living room, delineated by a shift in flooring and the long marble island that ran through the centre of it.
Everything there gleamed, because Paige liked to clean when she was stressed. And when she wasn’t stressed yet but she knew that she might be stressed later. And when she wasn’t stressed at all, but needed something to do.
Maybe Paige just liked to clean.
She opened a cabinet, then another, not really looking for anything in particular, just needing something to do with her hands.
“You’ve got options,” she called over her shoulder. “Wine, vodka, water, soda, whatever you want really, I’m easy.”
“Oh honey, I know you’re easy.” Bones was perched on the back of the couch now, leaning over to stare at a rapidly reddening Paige. “But I don’t want anything yet, thank you.”
Hiii sorry this is late !! End of semester if brutal right now but if I can make it through next week I can survive !! Feeling real into bug gfs after that video PLUS ALL THE WONDERFUL PHOTOS GI SENT ME <3 <3 ten million billion thanks to Gi !!! I love these losers I hope you do too :)
By the time Thursday rolls around, Nini had almost forgotten about the whole tutoring thing. After a pop quiz in Parasitology and a test in Genetics (not to mention her labs, which had been an ordeal and a half) in the first half of the week, she was exhausted. It’s only as she’s on her way back from Ecology club (which she’s the vice president of, because of course she needed more things on her plate) when she gets a text from Ciara that she realizes.
Hey! I’m in the library already :) got us a study room on the second floor!
“Oh, fuck.” She curses, immediately swiveling from the door of her dorm building (that she had just reached, no rest for the wicked she supposed) and heading to the library — which, just her luck, was all the way across campus. Yay her!
By the time she reaches the library, she’s ten minutes late and her legs are aching. Luckily, she finds Ciara fairly easily — her curly, bright red hair and colorful striped shirt immediately drew her eye. At the click of the door, her green eyes (shiny, almost like a peridot) flicked up to Nini and a huge smile lit up her face. Under her (admittedly very heavy) blush, she could make out a splattering of freckles.
