Wednesday: Song Titles

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone! Happy Hump Day! I’m adamas and today's theme is Song Titles. Prompts can be any song titled you'd to see inspire, or included in, fic.

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...
+ Firefly, Ensemble, “Guns and Ships”
+ Any, Any/Any, “Fly me to the Moon”
+ Harry Potter, Harry/Any, “7 Years”

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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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, "Everything Is Awesome!"

Fill: Enthusiasm [Stargate SG-1: Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson: G]

[bk_forever]

Daniel’s like a kid in a toy store. No matter where they go and what they see, it gets him bubbling with excitement. Crumbling ruins, weird artefacts, the locals with their peculiar languages and customs, all of it seems to fill young Doctor Jackson with awe and delight. His thirst for knowledge is unquenchable.

Jack swears the archaeologist is going to give himself serious whiplash one of these days, trying to look in every direction at once. It would be funny if he weren’t so prone to blundering into trouble without thinking things through first. That’s definitely something Jack’s going to have to work on with him. Following orders isn’t exactly Daniel’s strong point.

To be fair, it’s not entirely Daniel’s fault. He’s not military so he’s not accustomed to chain of command. Jack knows he’s trying to adjust, and some days he’s just trying, but his enthusiasm is irrepressible and even after visiting several dozen worlds, he still gets overexcited.

In a way, Jack’s kinda glad about that. It’s good that Daniel can still find happiness in his work despite not knowing what’s happening to Sha-Re, or where she is. Daniel’s main purpose for joining SG-1 was to find his wife, but there’s no way of knowing how long that might take, or if they’ll ever even succeed. At least he’s being kept occupied in the meantime.

Oops, there he goes again; better tag along, just in case. God knows what he’s spotted this time, but whatever it is must be pretty awesome by Daniel’s standards, judging by the speed at which he’s talking; not that Jack understands more than the occasional word. When Daniel starts jabbering in Geek-speak, Jack’s brain shuts down.

Of course to Daniel, everything they encounter is awe inspiring and cause for excitement. Must be a scientist thing. Nevertheless, Jack finds himself hoping that enthusiasm never wears off. Daniel just wouldn’t be Daniel without it, and despite how annoying he can be, Jack wouldn’t change him for the world.

The End

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "Watching You Watch Him"

No fill...

[squidgiepdx]

...but this is making me want to write a sympathetic version of Keller after she breaks up with Rodney, because Rodney's so obviously in love with John. But personally I can't stand Keller (thus, McKeller) and just can't write it. But I'd read the hell out of that story.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, "You, Me and Steve"

Boy and Boy Meet Boy (1/2)

[ibonekoen]

It's a story you've heard before: boy meets boy, boy goes on road trip with boy, boy proceeds to slowly fall in love with boy while on said road trip.

The twist is boy is helping boy find his previously-thought-to-be-dead boy.

No, the real twist is boy and boy not only find previously-thought-to-be-dead boy and previously-thought-to-be-dead boy joins them for adventures and more road trips, but boy starts to fall in love with boy and previously-thought-to-be-dead boy.

Look, Sam knew going into things with Steve that it probably wasn't going to last forever. Steve, while scorchingly hot and infinitely kind, had a loneliness about him that Sam had known would be the ruination of him, mostly because he could see the torch the guy carried for his long-lost friend burned hot, bright and eternal. As soon as they'd discovered that Bucky Barnes still lived, albeit deeply traumatized and with slim possibilities of him ever being socially functional, Sam had known that his days with Steve were numbered. What they had between them was never supposed to be anything more than casual, but Sam had felt his affection for Steve growing deeper and deeper until the day he woke up beside Steve in a villa in a foreign city.

The sun had been streaming in through the window, the curtains billowing in the breeze, and Steve had still been asleep. The lines on his face had been smoothed by sleep, and he looked so fucking peaceful and youthful that Sam hadn't been able to resist kissing him awake. Steve had come awake slowly, and they'd ended up fucking, but it had been lazy and slow and just perfect. That was when Sam had realized he was well and truly fucked.

Then along comes Bucky Barnes, and he's just as damaged as Sam thought, but there's hope for redemption. He's got a scathing wit that Sam can appreciate and he's certainly easy on the eyes, but it's the way that Bucky interacts with him that has Sam making heart eyes. He'd been afraid that Bucky would give him the cold shoulder and focus entirely on Steve, try to monopolize Steve and push Steve out.

Instead, he's respectful and understanding, and maybe a little tentative, but he treats Sam as a compatriot, a friend, and there's a camaraderie building between them.

"This is nice," Bucky remarks one evening as they're sitting on the balcony outside Sam's room at the king's palace in Wakanda. Steve's somewhere inside getting refills on their drinks, and it feels like they're on vacation instead of fugitives from the law.

"Yep." Sam's kicked back in his chair, his feet propped up on the railing, and the evening is cool despite the steamy jungle setting.

He can almost hear the gears turning in Bucky's head, and sure enough, when he opens his eyes and glances at his companion, he can see Bucky's mouth working open and closed. "Just say what's on your mind, man. We're all friends here."

"You love Steve."

The bluntness of his tone feels like he's taken a cheese grater to Sam's heart, but Sam did tell him to speak his mind. He just smiles tightly and nods. "Look, Steve didn't give me the lowdown on you two, and I know back in the day, gay men were so far back in the closet you were visiting Narnia on a daily basis, but I want you to know I won't stand in your way." He gulps down the rest of his drink, barely tasting the burn of the alcohol, but it helps dislodge the lump in his throat.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, "Something Is Not Right With Me"

Fill 1/2: Band!AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Something is not right with you,” Rodney said, stomping onto the bus after the team pit stop.

John, engrossed in his sudoku puzzle book, nodded absently. “Something is not right with me.”

Teyla lifted her head, ready to mediate any kind of argument. Rodney and John had been getting along much better ever since Rodney learned the truth about John’s mother, but old habits died hard, and their first tendency was toward sarcasm and insults, even if both were more genuinely affectionate these days.

Rodney threw down a magazine. “Look! It says here that you’re dating Jennifer.”

John’s head whipped up, and he snatched up the magazine. “What? Where?”

Rodney reached out and flipped to the appropriate page for him. “See?”

Teyla, Ronon, Jennifer, and Evan crowded around. The photos did look - incriminating. John and Jennifer sitting opposite each other in a restaurant, laughing, heads bent close. John and Jennifer walking together. John and Jennifer sitting next to each other, looking at the same notebook. Jennifer hugging John. John with an arm around her shoulders.

“Why does everyone think you get all the girls? I’m obviously better-looking,” Rodney said.

“It also appears that the reporters are simply not including photos of the times you and Jennifer are together,” Teyla said.

Ronon frowned. “I don’t recognize most of these places. When did you guys go get tacos without us?”

“We usually go out and get food when you guys are in the Snakeskinners pit,” Jennifer explained. It was true, John and Jennifer declined to join them in the pit most nights. John never joined them, and as a kindness Jennifer usually spent time with him until the after-party. Teyla suspected that John was much more worried about the difficulties in his family life than he let on - after all, he generally refused to tell anyone how he was feeling, and then his guitar solos dripped with emotion - and that it was making him ill. He did seem much more pale and tired these days, and a little thinner too. But maybe that was his new, short hair. Made his cheekbones more pronounced.

“What about this photo?” Evan asked. It was the one where John and Jennifer were looking at a notebook together.

“Jennifer had some suggestions about that song I wrote,” John said. “She was singing it for me so I could get a sense of what it sounded like better.”

“Everyone knows we’re dating,” Jennifer said. “Everyone who matters. Our families.”

“I get that you’re the star of the band and teenagers are interested in your love life,” Rodney said, “but I’m more than good-looking enough for you.”

“You are,” John agreed.

Ronon nudged him, and he winced.

Teyla had initially been pleased at how well John and Jennifer got along, but now she was concerned. If Jennifer ever found out about John’s feelings for Rodney.

Rodney snorted and threw down another magazine. “Tell that to the reporters.”

Evan flipped open the magazine to a feature story about the band. Teyla was touted as the band leader, as Elizabeth had instructed, and Jennifer did not seem to mind being described as her ‘lovely lieutenant’. Ronon preened when he saw how much the reporter had made of his impressive biceps.

Rodney cleared his throat and read. “‘Rounding out the band is guitarist John Sheppard, with his delicate elfin good-looks and magic hands. Rodney McKay, the band’s songwriter, sound engineer, and producer, is conventionally handsome, with dark blond hair and a square jaw, but it’s John who the female fans rally around, donning Johnny Cash shirts and silvery shades.’”

“There is something wrong with you,” Ronon said. He poked John in the ear. “Elf.”

John rolled his eyes, swatted Ronon’s hand aside. “Rodney, you’re incredibly good-looking. Ignore the reporters. Obviously they’re stupid.”

Rodney narrowed his eyes. “You’re trying to flatter me. What are you hiding? Are you trying to steal Jennifer from me?”

“Rodney!” Jennifer cried.

“You do not think well of either Jennifer or John if you suggest such a thing,” Teyla began, but Rodney plowed ahead.

“You don’t even try to do it, do you? You’re just oblivious to your own - own Sheppard-y charm. First Jeannie, then Nancy, now Jennifer? Who’s next, Teyla?”

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Yami no Matseui, 003, "Night Patrol"

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel (any), Tony Stark + Peter Quill, "Homesick at space camp"

No fill...

[adamas.livejournal.com]

But man this gave me ~feels and I hope someone writes it!

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Scream (tv series), any, "And I've seen a bloody shadow"

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Haven, any, "Let's do everything for the first time forever"

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Severed limbs are hazardous waste"

(I just really needed to use this Dead Space track as a prompt)

Fill: Testing The New Boy [Torchwood: Owen, Ianto, Suzie: PG]

[bk_forever]

Jones is new to all this, but Owen’s surprised – and not a little impressed, though he’ll never let on – by the way Jack’s new hire seems to take everything in stride. Right now he’s cleaning up after Owen’s latest autopsy, yellow rubber gloves on his hands and a fastidious expression on his face.

“What should I do with these?” He’s standing there in his immaculate three-piece suit, brandishing two tentacles, one in each hand, and looking enquiringly at Owen, one eyebrow raised, as if he does this kind of thing every day. It throws Owen for a moment.

“Oh, uh, severed limbs are hazardous waste. They go in the incinerator.”

“Sure you won’t need them for later, Doctor Harper? I could freeze them in the morgue for you if you’d prefer. Once they’re incinerated that’s it.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ve taken all the samples I need. Nothing else I can find out from what’s left, no point using up valuable storage space for no good reason. Just burn the whole lot. At least that way it’s providing useful power.”

“Whatever you say.” Jones bungs the tentacles in his big, bag-lined bin with the other waste, wipes down the autopsy table thoroughly and drops the used wipes in the bin before tying the bag. “I’ll be back to mop the floor once I’ve disposed of this then,” he says with a genial smile. “You might want to watch where you tread until that’s done though. There seems to have been a fair amount of spillage.” He trundles his wheeled bin across the floor and up the steps, disappearing in the direction of the furnace room.

Owen stares after him, frowning. “That guy can’t be human,” he says to Suzie, who’s been watching proceedings, leaning on the railing that surrounds the autopsy pit. “Nothing phases him in the slightest.”

Suzie smiles speculatively. “Something will, eventually. I think it’s going to be interesting finding out what.”

The End

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark +or/ James Bucky Barnes, "The Lazarus Project"

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Prue Halliwell, "Witchy Woman."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Scream(TV), any, "Red Right Hand."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, "Wrapped Around Your Finger."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Hungry Eyes."

Not A Fill

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Ooh, this could be fun to play with.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Alone Together."

Not a Fill

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

I have some ideas...

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, Quatre Winner, All These Things That I've Done

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any pilot, Fly Like An Eagle

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. Wing!AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

He'd seen so many things in his time with the SGC—time travel, teleportation, warships on a scale that would blow the average person's mind—but this...

God.

“Does it hurt?”

It was a stupid question, he decided, but he hadn't been able to stop himself from asking it.

“No,” John answered, “Not one bit.”

Rodney swallowed and couldn't think of what else to say or ask. Not that John seemed to expect anything: he was hovering over the drop of the pier, one foot just a touch above the other as he hung there. His wings were wide, flapping and shifting, and it was possible that Rodney was having a religious moment right then.

John came closer, toes grazing the deck and then smiled and said, “It feels like freedom,” before turning and doing a neat circle over the surface of the water.

---

The Ancients had come and tried to make them leave; Atlantis was theirs, they said, it was theirs long ago and it was theirs now too.

Of course, there was one problem with that: John.

---

They were celebratorily—

“That's not a word, you know.”

“Kaleb, survey says?”

“It's not a word in the dictionary, but it is in common usage. I'll allow it.”

—drunk, all of them glad to be home.

All of them curious, too, but these were John's friends, people who'd become family to him in all but blood and for the first time in his life, the curiosity didn't chafe.

“Can you fly?” Elizabeth asked him between beers 4 and 5.

“I don't know.”

“You've never tried?”

He laughed. “Oh, I've tried,” he admitted, but his father had soon taught him that exposure of his wings was dangerous. After that, it was harness and straps unless he was absolutely, positively alone. “Theoretically I should be able to. I worked out the math once, they are the right dimensions to carry my weight.”

She looked then to Carson who nodded in agreement, although he said, “I would like proper x-rays and a body scan for baseline prior to any,” he grinned, “flights, aye?”

Suddenly the room sparked to discussion.

---

Elizabeth had decreed that the pier was off-limits to anyone not of John's choosing.

She was unsurprised when the only person he picked to join him the first time was Rodney.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any fairy tale, any, Where The Wild Roses Grow

FILL: Fluff, love, happily ever after (M/M)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

He never believed in paradise. It seemed like a fairytale that would never come true, a goddamn lie that was told to him when he was a young child. A false tale that he foolishly thought true long into adulthood.

Yet he always wondered if it could be true. Would the day come when his heart would beat in tune with another soul? Would he smile fondly as fingertips trailed over his body while ruby red lips pressed kisses to his soft mouth? Would he ride off into the sunset with the love of his life and live happily ever after in a field where the wild roses grew?

He never thought it would happen, however, heaven was real… It lingered in the long summer days, the warm sun cascading down on them as they rode the waves, gliding through the surf without a care in the world. Paradise was the night when brightly colored fireworks light up the sky, bathing them in blue and green and red as they kissed tenderly, their lips soft and sweet as honey.

Having his lover walk hand in hand with him on the beach was incredible, they smile and giggle and laugh their hearts content, blissful joyful as they sat together on the sandy beach and cuddled, watching the golden sunset on the summer horizon.

At night they lay together on a bed of tenderness and love, he slowly trails his fingers up and down his soul mate’s spine, tickling each knot, touching him so softly the caress is feather light. Despite the summer heat, his beloved shivers, body tingling, goosebumps immediately flare up over the miles of warm, baby soft skin. Sleepy eyes blink open and gaze up at him with fondness and devotion, sparkling like twinkling stars.

He smiles softly, he continues drawing little circles on his beloved, skating around the patches of golden skin. He smiles when the younger man grins at him, his fingers drawing a tiny heart over his shoulder blade and decorating him with love.

He moves a little closer, nuzzling into the body lying in bed next to him, the golden sunlight kissing his cheeks when he leans in to kiss the man of his dreams. It takes a second, oh, yes, there it is; the bashful smile that twinkles on his soft lips, his cheeks warming rosy red and beautiful.

He smiles back at his beloved, his fingertips caressing his soul mate tenderly as another sunny day in paradises welcomes them.

(END)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, Piano Black (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81m8_5mccgA)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Black Canary (comic), Bo Maeve/Dinah Lance, Heavy Metal Lover (Lady Gaga)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Teen Titans (comics), Tim Drake/Conner Kent, Wait For It (Hamilton)

[healyg.livejournal.com]

Gravity Falls, Mabel Pines, Shiny Happy People (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNW809QqF1g)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Wicked + the Divine, Baphomet/Inanna, The Six Strings that Drew Blood (Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Les Miserables (film), Javert/Jean Valjean, Cross the Line (Spandau Ballet)

[inkpaws.livejournal.com]

Any,any,"Somebody that I used to know."

Not a Fill

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Oh this is PERFECT for something I need to do...