WACKY WEDNESDAY: Lyrics

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Hello ladies and Gents....I am theladymore and onto another day. TODAYS THEME IS LYRICS......alll prompts Must be Lyrics!!!

Just a few rules:
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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...
Agents of SHIELD, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, And I need you now tonight and I need you more than ever. And if you only hold me tight we'll be holding on forever
and we'll only be making it right 'cause we'll never be wrong. Together we can take it to the end of the line - Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart

MCU, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, And I feel alive when I'm with you. Deep inside it's something true. You're the only reason I fight, you're the best thing in my life. -Adelita's Way - Alive

Stargate Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard, You waited 'til I sobered you came when You knew that the game was over. I didn't even want to be found But you chased me down and broke in just when I was done believing. Spun me 'round so close now I can feel you breathing. Sunlight burns inside and I feel so alive and help me now, tell me how, how can this last forever - Red - Forever

Agents of Shield, Grant Ward, And do you really trust your tongue or did you bury the taste? And is this fantasy real, or is it all home-made? And did you call me last night just 'cause you couldn't get laid? Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce the selfish machine. - Pierce the Veil - The Sky Under The Sea


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[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of SHIELD, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, And I need you now tonight and I need you more than ever. And if you only hold me tight we'll be holding on forever and we'll only be making it right 'cause we'll never be wrong. Together we can take it to the end of the line - Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, And I feel alive when I'm with you. Deep inside it's something true. You're the only reason I fight, you're the best thing in my life. -Adelita's Way - Alive

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard, You waited 'til I sobered you came when You knew that the game was over. I didn't even want to be found But you chased me down and broke in just when I was done believing. Spun me 'round so close now I can feel you breathing. Sunlight burns inside and I feel so alive and help me now, tell me how, how can this last forever - Red - Forever

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of Shield, Grant Ward, And do you really trust your tongue or did you bury the taste? And is this fantasy real, or is it all home-made? And did you call me last night just 'cause you couldn't get laid? Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce the selfish machine. - Pierce the Veil - The Sky Under The Sea

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Sinestro/Hal Jordan,

A monster, a monster,
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Ronnie Raymond/Mick Rory(/Martin Stein),

If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Martian Manhunter/Superman,

There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, J'onn J'onzz/Clark Kent,

And I know these scars will bleed
But both of our hearts believe
All of these stars will guide us home

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Ronnie Raymond/Mick Rory(/Martin Stein),

Now we burn up until we glow
'Cos friendly fire is all we know
With every heartbeat I'm losing my shadow
I paint my life in red and gold
And the colours of your love

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

DCU, Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
(Us by Regina Spektor)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any
He stumbled into faith and thought
"God, this is all there is."
(Blue Lips by Regina Spektor)

1/2: Fast&Furious movies, AU, gen

[tigriswolf]

(In this shapeshifting AU, takes place during and after the second film.)

...

It’s mid-morning when Shondra’s oldest Calvin calls Constance to ask, “Auntie, where’s Rome?”

“He should be at that trailer of his,” Constance says, setting down her lemonade.

“Auntie,” Calvin says, “It’s faint but – I smell Brian O’Connor. He was here.”

“Brian O’Connor,” Constance murmurs. “And now Rome’s gone.” She sighs heavily. “Come on back to the den,” she orders.

.

There were years before Brian O’Connor. Her other children had friends that never became pack, but from the beginning, there was something different about Rome, about he acted around Brian.

In the beginning, she could have forbidden Rome from staying friends with the cub, and Rome’s older brothers would have enforced it at school. But Rome was so wild, always looking away from the pack, and even while Brian encouraged him, he also made sure Rome was safe, whatever they did. And while she loved Rome, she had other things to worry about.

So she let it go, and she let it go, and when Brian and Rome were twelve, the first time a policeman (a wolf in her territory, his scent on her son) drives them home, she sat them both down on the couch and stared, letting her disappointment and her embarrassment show.

She was not Brian’s alpha, then. And even then, she knew she never would be. Perhaps, because he’s a cat, he doesn’t need or want one, she still doesn’t know. But until that day at school, when a little boy with blond curls got in-between her baby boy and three wolf cubs, Constance had been her youngest child’s alpha. She will always be his mother – but his alpha, maybe not.

And so she sat Brian O’Connor down beside her baby, and she said, “There are good alphas and there are bad alphas.” She likes to think she’s a good alpha; she knows her uncle wasn’t, so when she was twenty-seven, she challenged him under the old law. Few had believed her serious until she had his throat in her jaw, until she executed him for crimes against the pack.

There were years before Brian O’Connor, and there were years after him, when Rome was locked away. Brian tried keeping in contact but it hurt too much. She never formally exiled him but she told him he couldn’t hang around, and once he’d left, asked him to stop calling.

She knew then and she knows now that it wasn’t Brian’s fault Rome got caught. That he was even in the position, though… they encouraged each other, covered for each other, challenged each other. Two years in juvie should’ve taught them.

A mere month before Rome’s release, Constance saw Brian O’Connor on the news, the subject of a manhunt for numerous crimes. The next day, three FBI agents came into her territory to ask what she knew about Brian. The lone wolf among them tried intimidating her, snarling the questions, looming over her. The human agents let him.

Constance just grinned up at him, leaning back comfortably in her chair. “I haven’t seen the O’Connor boy in five years,” she drawled. “Not since I told him to move out of my territory. I haven’t heard from him either. He’s not welcome here.”

“If you do hear from him,” the wolf growled, “call us.”

As they all stalked out, Darren, her oldest boy, her heir, asked, “Mama, what was that about?”

She’d shushed him, waited until the sound of the FBI’s engine faded. “Spread the word,” she ordered. “If Brian O’Connor comes by, give him whatever help he needs.”

“I’ll let everyone know,” Darren said.

But Brian never did come by. Rome was released, but no one would mention Brian to him until he asked, and he only asked the once.

She’d hoped that Rome would keep out of trouble, get the anklet off, find a way to be happy. He was her youngest, her baby boy. She’d hoped…

.

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Harry Potter +/ Voldemort
You've got the world on its knees
You've taken all that you please
You want more, you want more
But you’ll get nothing from me
(Enemies by Shinedown)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any +/ any
Uncaged I'm going to take the reigns
You're dethroned now begins an age of pain
I'll make your castles fall
This time it's personal
(Revenge by Aviators)

SPN, Sam/Gabriel (human!Gabriel) - implied past torture/non-con (canon), potential abuse themes

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

There's a certain thrill to it, yeah - the loss of control as his feet lose purchase and he's thrown against the nearest flat surface, Sam moving in lightning quick to grasp his wrists and smile almost against his trembling lips with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

It's exciting, knowing that this time, he couldn't stop what's going to happen here if he tried - that the control isn't in his hands and he doesn't exactly know what's going to happen here.

But... it's a little bit terrifying, too, the way Sam's hands tighten on his wrists until his bones ache, the vicious, taunting whisper in his ear, "How's it feel to be helpless, Mr. All-Powerful Archangel?"

Because he knows that Sam's riding a fine line between the irresistible allure of pleasure and power... and a dark desperation for revenge. He doesn't know if Sam's really seeing him - or another archangel whom he suspects, more and more these days, used his face in the Cage, to amplify Sam's torment.

"It feels amazing," he whispers, holding Sam's gaze, willing his lover to see the love he feels, the certainty that he'd never hurt him. "You can do... whatever you want to me, and I love that, Sam. Love you. Trust you..."

The soft words seem to break through the haze, and Sam looks stricken for a moment, his grip faltering enough that Gabriel can lift a hand to the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss filled with all the urgency he feels to reassure Sam, to let him know that it's okay, he understands, he forgives the violence that Sam didn't quite commit.

"It's okay," he gasps out when the kiss is broken and Sam's tears are soaking into the shoulder of his shirt, closing his eyes and just holding on. "It's okay, Sam... I've got you..."

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam Winchester
All I've ever wanted, see, was to tell you honestly
I'd do anything for you.
I'd do absolutely anything for you.
(Anything for You by Ludo)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

"What would I have to do? What do I have to change?"

"... You. You're always gonna be... what you are, and... after... after everything..."

The words echo in Sam Winchester's mind - the archangel's desperate plea, and his own despairing response - as he stares down at the broken form kneeling just outside the bunker's door. Gabriel's eyes are dark and harrowed, exhaustion making his head heavy as he lifts his gaze to meet Sam's eyes. He's holding up a small vial, glowing blue, in his shaking hand. Sam can see the blood soaking through his shirt where he... he must have...

He cut it out... God, he carved it out of himself, for me...

Sam drops to the landing floor, reaching out to gather the trembling angel - no, not an angel, not anymore - into his arms and pull him close. Gabriel collapses against him, his breathing deep with relief and sharp with pain, still holding up the vial for Sam to take.

Sam can't even begin to imagine how much it must hurt.

"Why??" Sam whispers, shaking his head, eyes burning with tears as he accepts the offered gift, far more than he could ever have asked.

But you did. You did ask. And he surrendered it without question.

"I - I could never hurt you, Sam," Gabriel replies, weak and exhausted. "I know that... but... you needed to know that, so... it's yours." He looks up to meet Sam's eyes, earnest and pleading. "I'm yours," he whispers.

Sam can only respond by pulling him closer, kissing him gently but fervently, tasting the salt of his own tears on Gabriel's lips as he finally pulls away.

"Come on," he murmurs as he gathers Gabriel gently into his arms and carries him inside. "Let's get you patched up..." He brushes his lips across Gabriel's forehead as the smaller man settles in against his chest. "... my angel."

[falkner]

The Flash (2014), any/Caitlin Snow,
Black and white picture of her on my wall
I waited for her call, she always kept me waiting
And if I ever got another chance I'd still ask her to dance

(The Rock Show - blink-182)

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Caitlin/Joe West (not near as depressing as the quote sounded, I may have gone off spec?)

*
The picture is black and white, a square of photo paper printed out on a home printer and hidden in the back of Joe's wallet where no-one else can see it.

 On the surface, there's nothing special about it, just the father of the bride dancing with one of the bride's best friends, but David Singh knew a thing or two about clandestine relationships and he'd snapped the picture with his cell phone camera, forwarded it to Joe a few days later with a winking smiley face emoticon his only comment. 

Joe had seen the picture and smiled; he'd been smiling for the rest of the day. 

Caitlin's face, when she'd seen it, had worn a smile for considerably less time. She'd worried that people had noticed them, had figured out the secret they were hiding, that they were going to be talking about them. Joe understood her worries; between the age gap, the fact that she was friends with his kids, wondering was it too soon after Ronnie, they were giving plenty of grist for the rumour mill. 

But no-one else had noticed them and even if they had, Joe doesn't think he'd care. 

Because he hardly ever gets to dance with her properly, never before got to see what he looks like when he's holding her in his arms. Even if the whole world had found out about them that day, even if their lives had fallen apart around them, he knows the truth, that if he got another chance, he'd still ask her to dance.

Just like he knows the other truth - that she's the only one he wants to share his dances with from now on. 

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Gabriel - I hypnotize ya, I paralyze ya, go on and scream 'cause nobody's gonna find ya...

("Monster" by Kris Allen)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Cas/Crowley - You're frigid and demanding, I shudder at your call. Whenever you come near me, my flesh begins to crawl. But sometimes there are moments I'm not repelled at all. Maybe you're not the worst thing ever.

(from Galavant) ;)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Cas - A place to crash, I got you. No need to ask, I got you. Just get on the phone, I got you. Come and pick you up if I have to.

"I Got You" by Leona Lewis

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - I'm hooked on how you make me hooked, I'm going to say it straight, I want you, I need you, I want you to take me underground.

"Underground" by Adam Lambert

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Ted - What if I told you (what if I said) that I love you? How would you feel, what would you think, what would we do? Do we dare to cross that line, between your heart and mine? Oh, would I lose a friend, or find a love that would never end? What if I said?

"What if I Said?" by Anita Cochran and Collin Raye

[soraina-skye.livejournal.com]

FMA (manga or Brotherhood anime), Hohenheim, any others.

There's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear.
There's an angel with a hand on my hair
She's says I've got nothing to fear

There's a darkness living deep in my soul
I still got a purpose to serve

- Put Your Lights On, Santana Ft. Everlast

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

DCU, Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, And it's true the whiskey's helped to wash you away.

fill.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

"Bruce," Dick says. "Are you actually drunk?"

It's hard to tell sometimes, even for him, when Bruce is acting. When Bruce isn't just pretending to be fall-down drunk so he can get information from other rich idiots, when Bruce isn't just wrapping his arm around Dick's shoulder and nuzzling his neck for show.

But Dick smells whiskey on Bruce's breath, sees Bruce's glassy eyes, and knows even Bruce isn't this good.

"I may be," Bruce says, when the photographers wander off and they're both blinking from the flashes. "This – hasn't been an easy time for me, Dick."

Dick wants to say a lot of things. Wants to say then you shouldn't have fired me; wants to say so tell me to come back, but there are too many people around, and anyway –

When a waiter comes around again, Dick grabs a glass of champagne off a tray and downs it in one gulp. Bruce watches him, eyes fixed on his mouth, and Dick remembers right before he left –

Remembers thinking Bruce would finally say what he wanted to hear, would finally take what Dick had been offering since he was sixteen.

And now, for anything to happen at some bullshit party when they should both be out there saving the world –

Dick pulls at his tie, slips out from under Bruce's arm and says, "That makes two of us."

"You could come back," Bruce says. He's drunk, Dick reminds himself, doesn't mean it, isn't really saying the words Dick's been waiting to hear for months.

"You think it'll just be that easy, huh?"

"It could be," Bruce says, and Dick wants to believe him, but there's a year's worth of fights telling him otherwise, telling him things won't ever be the same.

"Dick," Bruce says. There are people everywhere, but Bruce grabs his hand, presses his thumb to Dick's wrist. "I never…"

"You never what, Bruce?"

Bruce looks him in the eye, says, "I never realized how much I needed you."

And Dick wants to just take it, keep it, come back and put on the cape again, but his heart is too sore, too bitter. "See, that's the problem," Dick says. He pulls his hand away, takes a step back. "Because I always knew how much I needed you, Bruce."

He doesn't anymore. He doesn't, and that's why he can leave, get back on his bike and all but fly out of here.

The next time he comes back, there's a new kid in his place. Maybe Bruce didn't need him as much as he said.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

DCU, Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd or /Dick Grayson, What's finally gonna let me sleep alright?
You might.

bruce/jason. idk about this one.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

Jason's been up for days. The Joker's dead – the Joker's dead – the Joker's dead, and Jason didn't kill him, wasn't even anywhere near Gotham when it happened.

One of his idiot thugs did it. Two shots to the head, and then nothing, just a corpse of a clown left in some alleyway.

He's in Denmark when it happens, and when his phone flashes with the news, he can't decide whether to laugh or cry or hit somebody, so he flies home instead.

Bruce is waiting for him when he gets there. Jason's spent hours trying to figure out what he's going to say, how he's supposed to feel, but as soon as he sees Bruce, standing tall in an old grey v-neck and jeans even though it's after dark and Bruce should be out all ready, Jason just barrels into him and breathes.

"You're sure?" Jason asks. Bruce smells like laundry soap and aftershave, and he cups the back of Jason's head and holds him there. Jason can feel himself shake like he hasn't in years, not since –

He was so scared to die. Never wanted to let anyone see it, never said it, but there at the end, when he knew Batman wasn't coming for him –

"I'm sure," Bruce says. He smoothes Jason's hair back from his forehead, and Jason knows he smells like sweat and ten thousand cigarettes but Bruce doesn't care, just tucks Jason's head under his chin, rubs the small of Jason's back.

They stay like that for a while, until Jason tilts his head back to look at Bruce, and there's this hopeful spark of something in Bruce's eyes like Jason hasn't seen in years.

He pushes Bruce back onto the stairway, climbs on top of Bruce and just looks for a while, relearning the wrinkles around Bruce's eyes, the gray at his temples, the scar on his chin.

Then he reaches for Bruce and kisses him, not violent like on rooftops, not desperate like they're at some party, but slow, easy, like they used to before – before.

Bruce holds his face in his hands, and Jason's so much older, so much bigger, but he still drowns under Bruce's touch, still whines like a teenager when Bruce squeezes his ass and thighs.

Eventually Bruce gets them upstairs, gets Jason on his bed and fucks him slow, then bends him over the bed and digs his teeth into Jason's shoulder when they go again.

Jason says, "Please," and Bruce gives him everything he asks for, everything he needs. For the first time in years, there's nothing Bruce could deny him.

For the first time in years, Jason sleeps like a baby.

[soraina-skye.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy and Dawn/or the Scoobies.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.
-Youth, by Daughter

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

DCU, Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd, You've gone and sewn me to this bed, the taste of you and me