hwayoil: Theme Song Titles

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Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and today's theme is Song Titles. Prompts can be the names of any songs, from your favorite songs to fictional songs sung by your favorite characters, songs from musicals or movies or plays or even technically untitled folk tunes, or even the plots from your favorite music videos (please provide a link to the music video if that’s what you’re going for).

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, any non-pilot, Learn to Fly (Foo Fighters)
+ Trixie Belden Mysteries, any, Building a Mystery (Sarah McLachlan)
+ Forever, Henry Morgan, The Real Folk Blues (Mai Yamane and the Seatbelts)
+ MI-5|Spooks, any, Beautiful Liar (Vixx LR)
+ BBC Sherlock, any, Footprint (Astro)

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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Stargate Atlantis, any non-pilot, Learn to Fly (Foo Fighters)

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Trixie Belden Mysteries, any, Building a Mystery (Sarah McLachlan)

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Forever, Henry Morgan, The Real Folk Blues (Mai Yamane and the Seatbelts)

Fill: Drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Henry listened critically to the music coming out of the radio before saying, “This isn’t proper folk blues you know.”

“Of course,” Abe agreed. “What it needs is a homemade banjo with only three strings since they couldn’t afford to buy a fourth. Plus a drum made from a hollowed out tree stump, and ma’s old washboard on the days she wasn’t using it. All out of key with each other. The music on the radio may not be authentic, but I’d much rather listen to it.”

“Young people these days just don’t know how lucky they are,” Henry said.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5|Spooks, any, Beautiful Liar (Vixx LR)

Fill: Drabble: Adam Carter

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Adam Carter looked at Lucas North and swallowed hard. He was attracted to the man, in a way he hadn’t been attracted to anyone in a long time, yet doubts remained. Could he be trusted? Could the words he uttered so convincingly be true, or was he just a consummate liar? Of course, they had all been trained so that it wasn’t easy to spot when they weren’t speaking the truth, they’d be no good if that wasn’t the case.

Adam took another deep breathe. He would accept Lucas for now and would see where their relationship would take them.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, any, Footprint (Astro)

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Any, any, Waiting on a Miracle (Encanto)

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any, any arospec character, Whatever Love Means Anyway (Diana: The Musical)

Fill: The Dollhouse, Paul Ballard + the actives

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Does he love Echo, do you think?” Anthony glanced over at Paul, where he and Echo were sitting opposite each other, so close their knees were touching, counting ammo and separating it into different sizes, filling magazines so no one would have to struggle with reloading during the next -- inevitable -- skirmish.

“Topher says he can’t anymore.” Priya sounded sad. “After Paul got fried in the chair, Topher had to rearrange his neural connections, and the part that could love -- that’s just dead now.”

“I don’t think it’s that simple.” Kilo picked through the USB drives on her necklace, searching for the right imprint. The most precious imprint, the one that was Pure Kilo, without any of the skills she needed for fighting this endless war that Rossum had started and that had infected the rest of humanity -- that USB drive was tucked close to her heart, away from the others. If she lost all the others, well, she’d never lose herself. “Besides, brains repair themselves, don’t they?”

All three of them turned to look at Topher, who was huddled in the corner, docile as a child, clutching a mug of hot something while DeWitt sat near him.

Later, while Echo and Whiskey were out on a supply run, it was November who asked Paul.

“Do you love Echo? Or is it Caroline you love? Can you love at all?”

Paul, who’d been studying maps of their new terrain, glanced up. “Do I love Echo? What does love even mean?”

“Whatever love means,” Priya said, “If it includes sacrificing your career for her, your mind for her, your life for her, killing for her, considering her the most precious person in the world, maybe you do.”

“Except there’s that little spark,” Kilo said. “That zing she gets when she looks at you. You don’t have that for her.”

“You’re naive if you think every couple feels that,” November said.

Kilo snorted and lifted her chin in Anthony and Priya’s direction. “Look at those two.”

“But they don’t feel the zing all the time, and they probably won’t, not for forever. Pretty sure my parents stopped feeling any zing a good ten years into their marriage, but they still loved each other,” November said. Her brow furrowed. “I think. If those were my real parents and not an imprint’s parents.”

“Romantic love isn’t the be-all, end-all of love anyway,” Kilo said. “Like Priya said, Paul really does love Echo. Love means whatever you want it to mean.”

“If it means everything it means nothing,” Paul said quietly.

It was Anthony who said, “You know the Greeks believed in seven different kinds of love? Different types. And the one we think of like romantic love, that was kinda bad. Because it makes you crazy, you know? But there was another love. Philia. They called it friendship, but it was the love shared between comrades on the battlefield. I think if you can love someone like that, well, that’s better than a brief zing, right? If you’re willing to give someone the best and worst parts of you without expecting anything in return but knowing they love you the same way, that’s the right way to do it, isn’t it?”

“There’s no wrong or right way,” Priya said. “It changes over time, because people change. So what if Paul doesn’t love Echo like that? He does love her, and if that’s enough for her, what does it matter?”

“Is it enough for her?” November asked.

They all fell silent.

“Well,” Anthony said, “we’re fighting a war. So maybe this is best.”

They separated to their own tasks, working in relative silence, till Echo returned.

Then one by one they all shuffled off to bed, leaving Paul and Echo to talk quietly about tomorrow’s battle plans -- and nothing more.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Him And Her (And Him And Her) (Diana: The Musical)

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Any, any, "Anyone Else isn't You" (The Field Mice)

Fill: Astro, Bin/Eunwoo

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“I don’t understand.” Dongmin stared at the white chocolate rose Bin was holding out.

Bin’s hopeful smile started to falter. “I like you,” he said again. “I -- I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I know I never talk to you at school, but --”

“But you could have anyone you wanted.” Dongmin’s mind spun with the possibilities. Minhyuk, who was a phenomenal dancer. Myungjun, who was an amazing singer. Jinwoo, who was so kind and patient and calm and sexy compared to nerdy, hot-headed Dongmin. Even Sanha was way cuter -- but he was still so young. “Anyone else in the world.”

“Anyone else isn’t you.” Bin pressed the chocolate rose into Dongmin’s hand. “The person I want is you.”

“Is it because I’m good-looking?” Dongmin winced as soon as the words left his lips.

Bin said, “You’re handsome, but -- we are in the same company as Seo Kangjoon. We’re around good-looking people every day. If I just wanted someone who was good-looking, well, I have myself.”

Dongmin couldn’t help but splutter. “You -- don’t be overconfident.” But also he imagined, very briefly, Bin alone in front of a mirror, looking at himself, and he swallowed hard.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I like you?” Bin asked. “Our goal is to have many, many people like us. If you can’t believe I like you, why would you believe random teenage girls like you?”

“That’s different,” Dongmin protested. “They won’t know what I’m really like. But you --”

Bin had seen Dongmin at his worst, crying in the corner of the practice room after their instructors ripped into him again.

“Yeah, I know what you’re really like. But you know what I’m really like,” Bin said.

He was just as hot-tempered as Dongmin, quick to anger -- and quick to subside. He was also endlessly encouraging, and patient with helping Dongmin and others with dance and vocal practice, and Dongmin did like him too.

Dongmin took a deep breath, unwrapped the rose, and nibbled on it, studying Bin all the while.

“Well?” Bin asked.

“The chocolate is delicious.”

“I mean -- about my confession.”

Dongmin finished the rose off and set the stem aside. Then he stepped closer to Bin and said, “I like you, too. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

Bin’s answering smile was bright, and Dongmin couldn’t help but smile in return.

The moment was broken by whispers and shuffles -- from behind the curtain that separated the dance practice room from the storage space.

“I told you they liked each other,” Minhyuk hissed.

“Of course they like each other,” Sanha said. “They’re both so mean. And handsome.”

“I’m better-looking,” Jinwoo muttered, sounding sulky.

Myungjun made a placating sound. “Of course you are.”

Bin sighed and reached for Dongmin’s hand. “Let’s go get some food, for our Day One. What do you want?”

Dongmin followed Bin toward the door, ignoring the four boys hiding behind the curtain. “How about some fish cakes? And street tteokbokki.”

“All right. I’m buying. You can buy next time.” Bin squeezed Dongmin’s hand, and off they went.

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Any, any, "Destination: Anywhere" (The Marvelettes)

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Disney, any princess, "Dead Mom" (Beetlejuice: The Musical)

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Any, any, "Precious Blood" (The Gits)

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Any, any, "Cat Talking to Me" (Jimi Hendrix)

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Astro, any(/any), Cold December Night (Michael Buble)

Fill 1/2: Eunwoo/Rocky

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Ready?” Minhyuk sat opposite him, spoon and chopsticks at the ready, and Dongmin remembered.

With just the two of them here, he was the oldest, so of course Minhyuk would wait for him to start eating before he dug in.

Dongmin took the first bite, and Minhyuk took a bite, and then he grinned.

“It’s pretty delicious,” Dongmin said, which was true, but he didn’t think it warranted that kind of grin, although Minhyuk rarely smiled so wide like that, showing off his dimples.

“We’re a year older now,” Minhyuk said proudly. “I’m an adult. I mean, obviously I won’t have my coming-of-age day till next year, but -- we’re older now!”

Dongmin had forgotten that part of the tradition.

“Eat up,” Minhyuk said, and then he really dug in.

The porridge was pretty good, the rice cakes soft and chewy. Minhyuk poured water for both of them, and they ate till they were full.

Now what? It wasn’t like Chuseok or Seollal, where there would be specials on TV, or visits to their ancestors’ graves, or bowing to their older relatives. Dongmin wondered if it would be rude to just go to his room and relax.

But then Minhyuk held out a little drawstring bag, offering it respectfully with both hands. It looked hand-sewn.

“What is it?” Dongmin asked.

“Red beans. To keep the evil away.” Minhyuk bowed his head.

Dongmin accepted it, thanked him. Minhyuk had stitched a little deer on the front of the bag. Somehow, the fans had decided that Dongmin’s inner animal was a deer. He wasn’t sure he quite liked the notion of that, especially since Minhyuk was called Wolf Boy, but the deer was very cute, and well-made.

“Thank you for the calendar, too,” Dongmin added, and Minhyuk smiled.

“Do you need help cleaning up?” Dongmin asked.

“No, go relax. I’ve got this.” Minhyuk shooed Dongmin into the den, where Dongmin settled onto the couch a little uneasily, his unease growing as he listened to Minhyuk singing to himself while he did the dishes.

Dongmin was about to get up and go insist he help when Minhyuk came back into the den and flopped down on the loveseat he usually shared with Bin.

“I hope it’s really cold tonight,” Minhyuk said.

Dongmin did not. He hated being cold. “Why?”

“If it’s cold tonight, we’ll have a good harvest next year. If it’s too warm, though…” Minhyuk shook his head.

It was difficult for Dongmin to fathom how someone like Minhyuk, who seemed like the consummate modern boy, all hip-hop swagger and slick dance moves and belting high notes, could believe in such things.

But then the way Minhyuk approached everything with a determination to achieve perfection, with single-minded devotion, was very traditional in a way even Dongmin resisted. People had called him the ideal student and model son, but Minhyuk called his mother every day, and he burned incense for people the way Sanha prayed for them, and -- and Minhyuk’s favorite subject in school had been Korean literature.

“I hope it’s cold,” Dongmin said gamely, and that earned him another dimpled smile.

Then Dongmin set to reading his book while Minhyuk scribbled furiously in his notebook, maybe doodling, maybe writing song lyrics. Sometime around eleven, though both agreed they were tired and it was time to sleep.

“Can I sleep with you?” Minhyuk asked.

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, One Bright Star (Nicolette Larson)

SG-1 -- Ocean Air

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The MALP had given them the usual image of trees and grass but stepping through the Gate was always an adventure, Jack knew.

"Brisk," Jack commented as Sam and Daniel turned the MALP around to return it to the SGC.

"We knew that, sir," Sam replied wryly.

"But there's something about breathing in fresh, cold air that you don't learn from scans," Jack protested. "Like there's an ocean nearby."

"We've been advocating for drones for years," Daniel said patiently. "That would give us a broader perspective."

"Air craft are often harbingers of evil," Teal'c said. "Many will flee from them."



The ocean was big enough not to be able to see across but the village was on a spit of land jutting into the sea. Boats littered the shore, others were moored in deeper water.

"Fishing must be good," Jack commented. He looked up and added, "All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."

Teal'c squinted at the overcast. "I do not understand, O'Neill."

"The musings of a poet," Jack replied. "I'll share more when we get home."

Teal'c nodded.

"Someone is coming out to meet us," Daniel pointed out.

"Lead on," Jack nodded.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, There's A New Kid in Town (Kelly Clarkson & Blake Shelton)

Fill 1/2: MX, Minhyuk/Jooheon/Changkyun

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

No one liked Changkyun. It wasn’t that they hated him or actively disliked him, but -- he was the new kid in town. And it wasn’t just that he was a new trainee to the company, he was also new to the survival show, the one they’d all been panicking and stressing about when the cameras weren’t on them (and even when the cameras were on them, as video of crying Hoseok would attest to). Worse, Changkyun was the new kid in town after some of their best friends had been eliminated.

Jooheon and Gunhee had been friends for years. Those two, along with Hyunwoo and Hoseok, were supposed to debut as a unit of four. All four of them had taken a huge risk, doing this survival show, and now -- now their team had been broken up.

And Im Changkyun had been wedged into his place.

Changkyun was quiet. He sat in the corner with his big headphones on, reading a lot of books. He’d lived in America for a few years as a kid, so he spoke really good English, and often he read books in English. Jooheon’s brother had married an American girl, so he spoke pretty good English. He said the books were pretentious, about things like Aristotle and Socrates.

Changkyun was only nineteen, still technically a child in the eyes of the law.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Minhyuk asked during a quiet moment in the dorms, when there were no cameras, when Hyunwoo and Hoseok were meeting with management and Kihyun was in a practice room brooding with his guitar and Hyungwon was desperately rehearsing choreography in front of the mirror again and again, because he was a good dancer, had grace and style, but he was a forgetful dancer, and what came next often escapes him. It was why he got stuck in the back of formations a lot.

Changkyun glanced up from his book -- another English title, one Minhyuk was too tired to decipher.

“No,” Changkyun said. “I dropped out of school after middle school. My mother home-schooled me.”

Minhyuk stared at him. Only weird kids or kids whose parents were really fundamental Christian did that sort of thing, right? Kihyun and Jooheon were Christian, had come up in the same church choir since their teen years, but their church was cool, and their pastor let Jooheon freestyle dance in front of the congregation.

Which.

Was before he’d had training, and the video Kihyun had of it was hilarious and the mere mention of it made Jooheon sulk, but --

“Oh. So did you graduate?”

“I will.”

“Did you take the college entrance exam?” Minhyuk had taken it. It was awful.

Two of them had taken it this year -- before they’d been eliminated. Mother Kihyun had made lunch for them that day. It had been very sweet.

The memory was a bit bitter now that their beds in the dorm were empty.

Changkyun shook his head.

Finally Minhyuk said, “You want some coffee?”

Changkyun looked up. “No, thanks.”

“How about hot chocolate? I can even put marshmallows in it. American style, right?” Minhyuk stood up.

Changkyun huffed. “I’m not a child.”

“Yeah. I know. But who hates chocolate?”

Too late, Minhyuk realized that Changkyun could very well hate chocolate, but Changkyun actually closed his book and tugged his headphones off, let them rest on his shoulders.

“Do we even have marshmallows?” Changkyun asked.

Minhyuk considered. “No. Let’s go buy some.”

“But --”

“But what? We can leave the dorms. Come on.” Minhyuk hurried to the door and grabbed his shoes and wallet.

After a moment, Changkyun followed.

They said little, as they walked to the convenience store. Minhyuk didn’t mind the silence, though. Yes, he was the loud one, the energetic one, but he could appreciate silence. He liked it quiet, when he was drawing.

It took them a while to find the marshmallows, and when they got back to the dorm, Jooheon was pacing in circles in the tiny den.

“Yah! Where the hell have you been? We have a song we need to work on.” Jooheon was in Changkyun’s face, words flying like bullets.

Minhyuk remembered the first time he’d met Jooheon, who’d had buzzed hair and was wearing a mask that looked like Hannibal Lecter’s. Jooheon had been terrifying. He really wasn’t, was a softy cuddly little puppy, but in this moment --

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard (+/Any), Christmas for Cowboys (John Denver)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

BBC Robin Hood, Guy of Gisborne/Much, Silent Night (Bing Crosby)

Fill: Drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Guy and Much stood outside their hut, looking up at the night sky. With no-one else around they were able to stand with their arms round each other.

“I’m afraid this is nothing like the Christmas you will have celebrated last year,” Much said. “No festivities, no drunken parties.”

“Just me and you and the silence,” Guy agreed. “And this is the way I prefer. No-one making demands on me or spoiling my enjoyment. It may be simple, but to me, it’s perfect. There’s nowhere else I would rather be."

"I'm glad you think so. That’s how I feel, too.”

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

9-1-1, Buck/Eddie, Fever by Elvis Presley

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Whispering by Alex Clare

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

9-1-1: Lone Star, TK/Carlos, A Dream Worth Keeping by Sheena Easton

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, Howl by Florence + the Machine

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, I Can't Even by The Neighbourhood

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer, You’re the Two https://youtu.be/4OgIsTMH6kU

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, never ending nightmare (citizen soldier)