Tuesday: YA Book Titles

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Gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/whenever you're reading this, ladies and germs. I’m your host for this week writinchica2k and today's theme is based on Young Adult book titles, be they the bestsellers of today (Goodreads, Amazon, and Wikipedia are good starting points for inspiration), or if you're a nostalgic old fogey like me the cheesy classics of the 70s/80s/90s (this extensive list from CliqueyPizza should be of help).

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.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. 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...
+ The Voice RPF, Blake Shelton/Adam Levine, Hot Winter Nights
+ any high school based-fandom, any female characters, The Secret Life of It Girls
+ any Whedonverse, any, Meet Me At Midnight

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

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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The Voice RPF, Blake Shelton/Adam Levine, Hot Winter Nights

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any high school based-fandom, any female characters, The Secret Life of It Girls

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any Whedonverse, any, Meet Me At Midnight

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MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, It's Kind of a Funny Story

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Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla Emmagan/Elizabeth Weir, Maybe With a Chance of Certainty

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Kingsman: The Secret Service, Eggsy Unwin/Merlin (or Eggsy Unwin/Merlin/Harry Hart), See You at Harry's

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MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (or Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers), Everything Leads to You

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Whitechapel, Joseph Chandler/Emerson Kent, Something Real

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any, any slash pairing, Penryn and the End of Days

FILL: Hit the floor, Jude/Zero

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Jude is adorably beautiful; soft smooth pale skin and curly golden locks, and pink lips that smirk into a grin as he dreams of joyful things. The night is young and the sun is barley setting, but Jude is exhausted after a long day. Sound asleep in bed, he dreams peacefully as Zero lays next to him, watching him sleep. The younger man yaws sleepily and snuggles deeper into the fluffy white sheets tucked around his body. Zero smiles fondly, watching with a sweet grin as Jude sighs contently and snuggles closer to him.

It is not often Jude looks so peaceful—not since his father’s murder trial started. It has been more than a little stressful for the younger man, but now he sleeps soundly, peacefully, not a worry in the world as he lays beside his beloved lover.

Zero is a bit captivated by how beautiful his boyfriend looks; he gazes at Jude fondly, eyes sparkling with delight, and he feels a tiny little flutter in his belly of butterflies dancing delightfully.

Laying down next to Jude, Zero cuddles with him, tucking Jude’s head to rest over his chest and slowly brushing his fingers through Jude’s golden hair, a boyish cute smile crosses his handsome face when Jude snuggles into his embrace and sighs happily.

Zero never thought they could be together and live happily ever after, but his dream had come true. At the end of the day, he had Jude by his side, the love of his life, and he was overjoyed with this perfect simple kind of lovin’.

♥ END ♥

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Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, These Vicious Masks

Fill

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They wore such vicious masks because it was the only way to keep the truth concealed. Rodney called him stupid and suicidal when he called himself heroic. He called Rodney insufferable and arrogant when Rodney was always right, had saved their lives over and over again. Because if they broke that boundary, if they got too close or were too gentle, the truth would be written all over their faces, in every shared glance and every casual touch.

I miss you. I want you. I love you. You're mine. I'm yours.

So they kept slinging verbal barbs at each other, and when that became too much for the people around them, they dialed it down to sarcasm, and somewhere along the way, after the hundredth time they'd saved each other, it became grudging affection, and finally, when they kissed it was a surprise to no one.

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Stargate: Atlantis, any, A Monster Calls

Fill: Math Nerd!John AU

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John came awake when the overhead lights flickered on and off. He groaned and stirred, pushed himself up.

"What?" he signed, not bothering to use his mouth.

Evan stood in the doorway. "You're needed in control right away."

"Couldn't you have just called on the radio?" John's bedside radio was actually a smartphone rigged to Atlantis's equivalent of very weak wifi that accepted and sent text messages. When he looked at it, he saw that it was blinking messages. Sheppard to control. ASAP.

John blinked some more. "Where's Rodney?" He remembered crawling into bed beside Rodney hours ago. But Rodney's side of the bed was cold.

"Hurry," Evan said, hands flying, and John struggled to his feet, pulled on pants and a t-shirt. When he reached for his shoes, Evan stomped his foot, shook his head, so John staggered after him into the hallway. He'd always been envious of Evan's ability to come awake and come to attention in an instant.

"What's the problem?" John asked.

Evan dragged him to the transporter, and he wasn't one to get handsy with John, unlike other hearing people who seemed to think deafness equated total helplessness, so whatever it was, it was urgent.

They emerged in the control tower where everyone was gathered – Elizabeth, Teldy, Rodney, Radek. They were all standing behind Chuck, staring at his console.

When they saw John, they made way for him. John allowed himself to be shuffled into place, and he studied the screen, waking his mind up to do some emergency math.

The Wraith was on the screen. The one who'd fed on him so they could escape that cell together.

Todd, John had named the Wraith. It was a simple, quick name-sign, one of the first he'd learned.

"He won't talk to us," Evan was saying for Elizabeth. "Only to you."

John was confused. "Why me?" He looked at the screen, signed, "What do you want?"

He sensed the people around him flinch collectively when Todd signed back. Todd had learned to sign, because he could read John's mind when John let him. It was the only way they'd been able to communicate. Todd had learned uncannily quickly.

"Hello, Guide." Todd refused to use John's working name-sign and instead used one of his own, which amounted to "sure-footed". "I have news of a common enemy."

"What news?" John asked. "Why speak only to me?" He was sure Evan was interpreting for the others, but he didn't dare look away, couldn't miss a word.

"The Asurans," Todd said, "have been wiping out human settlements to deprive My Kind of food."

John felt the air around him go cold with tension.

"Thank you for telling us," John said. "We are working on a method to combat the human-form Replicators –"

"Let me propose an alliance." Todd's sharp-toothed grin was unsettling.

But John nodded and said, "You have my attention."

When the conversation ended with Elizabeth promising to think about it, Rodney yanked John into his arms and hugged him for dear life. Then he pulled back and shook John a little.

"You taught the Wraith ASL? Are you insane?"

"It was the only way to survive," John said, expression flat and unimpressed.

"Why would he only speak to you?" Elizabeth asked.

"He trusted me," John said.

Rodney curled a hand against John's chest, at the spot where Wraith liked to feed. Elizabeth pressed her lips into a thin line.

"Right. Well, John, thank you for your assistance. Rodney, you're excused if you like."

Rodney nodded. "We're going back to bed," he said firmly, and John allowed Rodney to tow him back to their quarters.

When they fell into bed together, Rodney curled up on his side, put an arm around John tightly, and kissed the back of his neck over and over again. John closed his eyes and tried to fall back to sleep against the flashbacks of Todd feeding on him, of the terror of never seeing Rodney again.

When he woke the next morning, it was to gentle sunlight and calm, perfect knowledge that he was safe, and that he wasn't alone.

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The Dukes of Hazzard (tv), Luke Duke+Bo Duke+Daisy Duke, The Scorpio Races

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Supernatural, any, These Broken Stars

Fill: + surprise crossover!

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Tonight was perfect, one of the few nights Sam had squirreled away in his memory. In the middle of nowhere, just him and Dean and the car, both of them stretched out on the hood and gazing up at the stars.

"Hey, Sammy. Look. Shooting star. Make a wish." Dean nudged him in the ribs.

Sam watched the star streak across the sky, growing brighter and brighter and bigger and –

"Holy – duck!" Dean flung himself off the side of the car, dragged Sam with him. They landed in a heap, and the ground rumbled, and they were covered with flying dirt and debris, and then a woman said,

"Ow bloody ouch."

Sam sat up. Dean followed him. They both rose to their feet, drew their knives, and approached what appeared to be a crater.

Where a young woman in a silver dress was poking at her own ankle and sighing. She shook a fist at the sky.

"Stupid Tau'ri! You and your blowing up suns and uninhabited solar systems and throwing black holes at people! Who do you think you are, the Asgard?"

"Miss, are you all right?" Sam asked.

The woman turned to him, beamed and smiled. She was perfectly pale and beautiful, with long white-blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Hello, handsome stranger. Come to rescue me, have you? I'd really appreciate it. All I need is to have this ankle looked at and for a seven-league candle so I can get back to the heavens with my sisters, and all will be well. Yvaine did it once. Dead simple, really."

Sam went to offer her a hand, but Dean stepped between them, knife at the ready. "Lady, what the hell are you?"

"It should be obvious, shouldn't it? I'm a star. A bloody broken one at the moment. Now stand aside and let me at the other one, who was obviously raised to be a gentleman."

"A star?" Dean echoed. "But stars are –"

"Sitting right here," she said. "Help, please?"

There was pain in her voice.

Sam said, "Go, pray for Cas. I got this."

But Sam had been screwed over by supernatural women before.

"You pray for Cas. I got this."

"He doesn't answer me like he answers you," Sam said quietly, and Dean sighed, capitulated.

And that was how they ended up with Ygraine in the car with them, asking for Enya on the radio and eating all of the peanut M&M's.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer&/or Angel, Any hero group, The Dark is Rising

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Leverage, Ensemble or Parker+Any, Gold Unicorn

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DCAU, Wally West/any, the Hunger Games – Suzanne Collins

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Justice Society of America (comics), Courtney Whitmore/Maxine Hunkel, Little Women – Louisa May Alcott

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Babylon 5, Londo Mollari/G’Kar, the Fault in our Stars – John Green

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Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, A Court of Thorns and Roses – Sarah J Maas

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Daredevil (TV), Wilson Fisk/Matt Murdock, Shadowland – Meg Cabot

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Stargate Atlantis, Any +/ Any, This Place Has No Atmosphere (Paula Danziger)

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Any, Any, The Voice on the Radio (Caroline B. Cooney)

Fill: SGA, McShep, math nerd!John AU

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Rodney hadn't realized, up until the moment he heard the voice on the radio, that John had never said his name aloud. He'd whispered and murmured and spoken to him in the limited privacy of their own home for those six bittersweet weeks on Earth, but he'd never actually said Rodney's name, because he didn't need to do it. A smile or a kiss or a hand on his arm – that was how John commanded Rodney's attention, every single time. It was all John needed, because Rodney's world revolved around him, even if he'd never admit it to anyone else.

One moments Rodney was scrambling desperately to figure out what the hell had happened to John, how he could have missed his check-in and utterly disappeared, and then he heard his name. In John's voice. Over the radio.

Rodney's heart leaped into his throat. No. John only spoke where others could hear when it was an emergency, a disaster.

And then John said, "Will you marry me?"

For one second, Rodney was stunned. Because he'd ordered a ring, it was coming on the next delivery with the Daedalus, had emailed Caleb back and forth for weeks agonizing over a design, and –

"Atlantis, can you patch me through to John?"

His laptop screen fizzled for a moment, then was replaced by what looked like the blue screen of death. But words appeared.

Yes. You are patched, Doctor M. Rodney McKay.

Rodney spun, searched for the nearest security camera, gazed straight into it.

"John, I know you can see me." He signed and spoke at the same time. "Yes."

There was no more response.

Rodney knew that for Atlantis to interact with him directly, even with the interface he'd built for those who didn't have the gene, was massively taxing for her and the computers, but he asked one more time.

"Where is John?"

Doctor John Sheppard is approaching.

Rodney tore out of the lab. If John was back, he had to have come through the gate. Rodney knew the most direct route to the gate from the lab like he knew the most direct route from his quarters to the lab. He ran. When he got to the transporter, he bounced impatiently on his toes, waiting for whoever was using it to get done already.

But then the doors slid open and John was there, alive and whole and well and he fell into Rodney's arms, buried his face against Rodney's neck.

"I love you. I missed you. Stay with me. Don't ever go. Promise promise promise." John's voice against Rodney's skin was too much.

Rodney lowered his head, kissed him. Then he pulled back, caught John's gaze and held it. "I love you too. And I promise. I'll never leave you. I –"

John reached up, unfastened his shark tooth necklace, and fastened it onto Rodney. "Here. Until I can get a ring."

"I have a ring on the way," Rodney confessed. John's smile was blinding. Rodney kissed him again.

And then Chuck cleared his throat over the radio. "I, uh, I'm going to end the patch through, gentlemen. Welcome home, Dr. Sheppard. And on behalf of everyone, congratulations."

Rodney took off his radio and pocketed it. He twined his fingers with John's, squeezed, and together they walked back to their quarters, their home.

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Any, Any, Behind the Attic Wall (Sylvia Cassedy)

Fill 1/2: SGA, Dollhouse Crossover

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Rodney still couldn't understand what he'd done wrong. He and Jennifer had been close to making up, he was sure of it. He knew she had been furious at John, because the entire time Rodney had been with her she'd felt like she was second string to his intense camaraderie with John.

"I know you're not a soldier," she said, "but I get that you've bonded like soldiers, and I was only out here for two years, you've been a team for five. But soldiers have families outside of their military units, don't they?"

Rodney had thought Jennifer and Evan and John were his family. Somewhere along the way he'd figured out John was in love with him, but John had always been respectful of Rodney's relationship with Jennifer.

Just because John was in love with him shouldn't have changed things.

Except for the fact that Rodney loved him back. Had loved him back for a while. He hadn't told John what he'd told him on the pier during the brain parasite incident out of the blue, off-the-cuff. He'd been feeling it for a while, been trying to figure out how to broach the subject, and then John had done it instead, had told Rodney his greatest secret, and suddenly all those odd moments over the years had made sense, like when John unexpectedly knew something about physics that really should have been beyond his education, or when he'd laugh at a joke that couldn't possibly have been funny to him.

But when Rodney had come out of the surgery after the parasite, he'd resigned himself to the fact that John would never make a move (couldn't, stupid military regulations, though those were thrown out of the window on a fairly regular basis on Atlantis), and he'd moved on. And he loved Jennifer. He did.

Deep down, he knew why she'd left. She'd seen what everyone else had seen when the memory first came back. The fury, the rage, the betrayal. Because John had offered him the thing he'd wanted most all those years ago, and then he'd taken it away so thoroughly Rodney hadn't even remembered it. But now Rodney did remember, and all of Jennifer's fears about being second string had come true.

Rodney had told her about his conversation with John, that they would be able to get back to the happy homeostasis they'd enjoyed before.

And one day he'd come home from work, and she was gone.

He was back to not talking to John. Joe and Evan were back to hiding in the kitchen, comfort-baking and trying to feed happiness back into everyone, like a pair of Greek housewives (Joe was getting better at cooking and baking under Evan's patient tutelage).

Rodney didn't know what to say. He was still so hurt and angry, but he still loved John. Always had. And maybe not always in the way John would have wanted, but the potential was there. Had bloomed once, then withered away, been tucked aside for wistful safekeeping without hope of ever getting real room to grow again.

And then that memory had returned, and with it the sun.

A scream pierced the night.

"No! Not the attic! Please! Nononono –"

Rodney was out of bed in an instant. John. He threw open his door and dashed for the stairs – and crashed headlong into Evan, who was coming up the stairs. They stumbled, righted themselves.

"What's going on?" Rodney demanded.

"Joe," Evan said, ducked around Rodney, and kept heading for the stairs.

Of course. Joe. Had the same voice as John. Was still shouting.

Rodney turned and followed Evan to Joe's bedroom, because Joe was his friend too.

Evan had thrown open the door and leaped onto the bed, gathered Joe into his arms while Joe shuddered and sobbed.

"I'm sorry," Joe whispered. "I try to be my best. I try to be my best."

Evan pressed a kissed to his hair, rocked him gently. "Hey. It's okay. You're my favorite. You're always the best for me no matter what. I love you, all right? It's okay."

But Joe was still shaking and whispering, "I try to be my best."

Evan closed his eyes tightly, grief and fury warring on his face, and then he kissed Joe again, softly.

Right. Joe had Evan. Rodney wasn't needed here. He took a deep breath and turned to go.

A scream pierced the night.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll be good, not the attic, no –"

John. Rodney turned and ran for the stairs, almost slipped in the hallway, threw open John's bedroom door.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any, I Will Make You Disappear (Carol Beach York)

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Any, Any, Thief of Hearts (Christopher Golden)

FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude

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This thing between them, the heat, lighting, and passionate love, scares the Hell out of Jude. To love Zero…either he is crazy or a fool in love. Maybe both. It was only meant to be a onetime thing, but Zero stole his heart with one affectionate kiss. He loves this thief, love the way Zero passionately lustful when they are in the thrills of pleasure.

Zero is possessive of Jude; when they make love, his teeth leave their claim on Jude’s soft warm skin, loving the moan that slips from Jude’s honey-sweet lips. Zero’s arms constrict tighter around Jude’s waist, holding him close, his hips snapping frantically as he chances after his release. Jude holds on tight, gasping breathlessly as he hears his lover whisper his name like a heavenly prayer.

“Love you, Jude.” Zero purrs, whisky deep tone making Jude shiver.

The younger man sighs blissfully, kissing Zero passionately. “I love you, Zero. Only you.”

Zero’s grins, predatory and dark, but Jude feels no fear. He’s always been attracted to danger, to a force of nature, and Zero is a storm he will chase until the end of time.

The fact is, Zero robbed him of his heart. Took it in the night, left him needy for love. He is hooked on Zero, like a drug. Heroin. Ecstasy. Weed. Whisky. All those remedies do not compare to Jude’s drug of choice; Zero.

Everything about Zero makes him feel good, gets him off and gives him a pleasant buzz. The way Zero comes strolling into the house, cocky swagger in his steps, bad boy stubble pricking on his jaw and lips sweet and candy pink, smelling like cigarettes and booze. The pure sight and aroma draws Jude in like a moth to a flame. Even if Zero didn’t possess his heart, Jude would gladly give it up to the bad boy with a good heart.

Zero slides up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist, Jude can feel his erection grinding against his ass through the layer of Zero’s jeans, and when his whisky voice purrs, “hey sweetheart” in Jude’s ear, he gets a high that burns through him, coiling in his groin, his dick fattening up hot and hard as his boyfriend kisses his neck.

It feels so damn good when they’re in bed, Zero on top of him, his boyfriend’s lips are possessive with each nibbling kisses and his hands tender as they hold Jude close. Jude gets this glorious, orgasmic high that overtakes him; mind, body and soul. He could stay like this forever, lost in his favorite drug of choice, his beautiful lover, Zero--his own personal brand of heroin.

♥ END ♥