WACKY WEDNESDAY: Lyrics

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Hello Everyone. I'm theladymore, back again with another

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me

Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, We'll be looking for sunlight
Or the headlights
Till our wide eyes burn blind
We'll be lacing the same shoes
That we've worn through
To the bottom of the line
And we know that we're headstrong
And our heart's gone
And the timing's never right
But for now let's get away
On a Roman holiday

Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, I think im trying to save the world from you
You’ve been saving me too
We could just stay in and save each other

Star Wars, Kylo Ren/General Hux, The 7 things I hate about you (oh you)
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you


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[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir + Carson Beckett. Ophelia AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

(Carson remembered it well, the early days, just after they'd pulled Elizabeth from the stasis chamber but long before she was ready to leave the Infirmary: John was sleep-worn, overworked, and Elizabeth had needed him so desperately.)

This is a tale he would tell a dozen times over:

The collapse had been inevitable; the fact that they were placed in beds beside each other, that was his nurses, the dears.

John was still passed out in bed, curled up around a pillow. His IV was tangled—like always—and his sheets were wrapped so tightly around his legs that it couldn't possibly be comfortable, but he was asleep and that meant Carson wasn't going in to adjust anything. He left Elizabeth too, since she needed all the rest she could get.

He did look in, though, now and then. Each time, they were peaceful in their beds, the machines around them continuing to read status quo.

Then on the final check before he turned them over to Jennifer for the night, he peered around the doorframe to find that somehow, at some point, Elizabeth had slipped from her bed to John's. She lay against his back with her nose nuzzled into his neck and John... John had re-adjusted so that he could hold the hand of the arm she'd thrown over his side.

His heart skipped a beat; it'd been so long, he'd worried for them both. Elizabeth was barely healed and in the more painful moments of the recovery, only wanted John. The man had never been cuddly to start with and had more than once retreated into himself.

Perhaps, he thought, that was a part of his grief.

Carson retreated then, and gave Jennifer a gentle smile as he passed her, saying, “When you see John and Elizabeth, let them be.”

“What?”

“Just let them be.”

An eyebrow peaked, but he didn't answer and she stared at his back as he left.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, We'll be looking for sunlight
Or the headlights
Till our wide eyes burn blind
We'll be lacing the same shoes
That we've worn through
To the bottom of the line
And we know that we're headstrong
And our heart's gone
And the timing's never right
But for now let's get away
On a Roman holiday

1 sentence fill

[tigriswolf]

Before it all goes wrong, there are days where they visit somewhere they're not known on sight, where they can wander holding hands, pretend they're no one of consequence, share laughter and sarcasm, tell stories they haven't heard before, and it's more than two heroes (in)famous across the galaxy can imagine, most days.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, I think im trying to save the world from you
You’ve been saving me too
We could just stay in and save each other

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Kylo Ren/General Hux, The 7 things I hate about you (oh you)
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any,

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
(The Killers)

Not a fill yet

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

I want this so hard! Why do I have deadlines and a real job? Whyyyy???

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

You can’t kill something that’s already dead
Just leave my soul alone
(Wintersleep)

Not A Fill

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

This just gutted me in two lines.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

I bruise you
You bruise me
We both bruise so easily
(Five for Fighting)

Fill 1/2: + Night World

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney knew he was walking a fine line, but he had to keep his chin up and never waver, because this wasn’t just about making sure John was safe - it was about making sure the expedition survived what was coming. Because Lorne was right - the expedition needed him and Ronon. Teldy had done an admirable job as military commander, and Lieutenant Vega was a fine 2IC, but Ronon’s expertise with combat against the Wraith and Lorne’s seemingly magical (maybe actually magical?) ability to know everything that was going on in the city was invaluable. Things ran smoother with John at the helm and Lorne at his side. Rodney - and everyone, really - felt safer when Ronon was going through the gate with his giant blaster rifle and his broad shoulders and his unshakeable courage in the face of the Wraith threat.

Woolsey didn’t realize what he’d inherited from Sam Carter in taking over the Expedition as its leader. Sam’s decade in the Stargate program had prepared her for the reality of vampires, witches, and shapeshifters, which had been Elizabeth’s daily reality for three years (and her previous dealings with the Goa’uld in negotiations on Earth had given her a leg-up on Woolsey too). Woolsey thought vampires, shapeshifters, and witches were just extra-strong humans.

Anyone who looked at John now how to know they weren’t. Except Carson was back roaming the planets in his quest to combat the Hoffan drug, so no one knew what to look for. John’s eyes were even more mercurial than before, bright blue in amusement, deep violet in lust, blazing silver in hunger. His skin was perfectly smooth, like porcelain, and the liquid slide of muscles beneath his skin had literally made Rodney’s mouth water on more than one occasion. The slinky saunter that had always set John apart from Lorne and other soldieres, who moved through the halls like they were marching, had become a sensual roll of his hips, like he’d just rolled out of bed after hours of languid sex.

Heads were turning even more frequently when he passed in the halls. He stuck by Rodney basically round-the-clock, though he went to bantos training with Teyla, sat in on meditation sessions with all of the gene carriers, and went running and to the shooting range regularly. He was removed from the chain of command, so he stayed out of Teldy and Vega’s way, and he hung around the lab, initiating this, calculating that.

He was quiter, his movements stiller. Rodney didn’t know if it was the fact that he was actively a vampire or because he knew a good chunk of the expedition still didn’t trust him after what he’d done to Lorne, who’d been respected and even liked, especially among the civilians. John still slouched all over furniture instead of sitting properly, but he had this new way of - disappearing, when Rodney stopped paying attention to him. If Rodney wasn’t actively thinking of John, he lost track of him.

And that wasn’t just because Rodney still had his walls up high, refusing to let John in.

“We never had the chance,” Rodney said quietly, when it was just the two of them in the mess hall late one night.

“Chance?” John echoed.

“To learn to be a couple the old-fashioned way. Get to know each other. It’s not natural, to always know what someone else is thinking and feeling. Carson once told me that some soulmate pairs don’t take it because they can’t handle the thunder and lightning, the drama, the grandiosity of it all. The intensity out of nowhere.”

John nodded.

“So I thought - let’s try this the usual way.”

“We’re not a usual couple.”

“No, we’re not,” Rodney agreed. “But all healthy relationships have the same foundations. Let’s find our foundation again.”

John searched his gaze, Rodney felt John’s mind brush against his walls, but then John nodded, and that was that.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes,

You know my deepest sin
You’ve seen me deep within
(A-Ha)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Remember the day
'Cause this is what dreams should always be
I just want to stay
I just want to keep this dream in me
You're losing your memory now(Losing Your Memory-Ryan Star)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, I could make you happy
I could make you love me
I could disappear completely
I could be your love song
I could be long gone
I could be a ghost in your eardrum
When you sleep, will it be with me?(When You Sleep-Mary Lambert)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used to know

You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young(When We Were Young-Adele)

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Louis Tomlinson(/Harry Styles)



I am the one thing in life I can control
I am inimitable, I am an original
I’m not falling behind or running late
I’m not standing still, I’m lying in wait

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson,



You've begun to feel like home
What's mine is yours to leave or take
What's mine is yours to make your own

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you(Enchanted-Taylor Swift)

FILL: Animal Kingdom, Deran/Adrian, fluff love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Late nights drinking whiskey on the beach, and early morning cuddling on a soft bed of fluffy pillows. Adrian clings to hope, a desperate wish more time in paradise. Sharp canine teeth scrape along his skin, making him shiver, whine, holding on even tighter to what he loves most. They only have now, this time today and maybe tomorrow if they are lucky. Yet when the sunny summer sun fades and chilly fall creeps in with wisps of leaves, they will have to return to the real world where they risk drifting apart.

His biggest fear is then the nightmares, terror in his heart with the thought of losing the man he loves another. To watch Deran walk off into the sunset with another soul mate, laughing till their lips are numb, holding hands and gazing up at a sky filled with a thousand twinkling stars, fills Adrian with dread. He’s fully aware that they are living on borrowed time, they ran away from their families like teenagers in love, and eventually, they will have to return home.

One day, he will leave this beach with Deran, and while their love is everlasting now on the summer beach, who is to say it will not fade once they have to hide their love. Deran could forget about him once he is back in the family business, could cast him aside without a second thought. If they stay here, everything is perfect and good, and he almost sighs at the thought of them loving and living in Belize, a perfect paradise for soulmates in love.

Adrian doesn’t wish to lose everything that makes his life so joyful.

Deran calls him foolish, scoffing playfully at his silly thoughts because they are ridiculous and will never come true. He could never love anyone other than Adrian, his heart belongs to him. He weaves his arms around his boyfriend, tugging Adrian close and kissing his lips, promising their love will last forever and ever, amen. “I will always love you, beautiful.”

Adrian buries his face into the curve of Deran’s neck, cheeks flushing warm and rosy at Deran’s pet name for him. He needs Deran like he needs air, to feel his soft touch on his skin, the warmth of his embrace wrapped around him like a cozy blanket on a chilly day, soft kisses to his lips that make him smile as bright as the summer sun.

He has stumbled upon a perfect dream, here in Belize, among the surf and sand and the nights holding Deran close to him, and he refuses to let that happiness fade…and when Deran holds onto him just a little bit tighter and kisses his lips tenderly, promising him a lifetime of love, Adrian believes that maybe, just maybe, fairy tales do come true.

♥ END ♥

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Kronos/Methos, Let's pray we stay young, stay made of lightning

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
Now did i take you by surprise
I need you to see
This love was meant to be.(Hungry Eyes-Eric Carmen)

[tigriswolf]

fairy tales; any peasant, princess, or nobleman's daughter; I had to break myself to carry on

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne or /Louis Tomlinson, I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again

FILL - NSFW

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

When Zayn shows up at his house late one night, drenched to the skin from a raging storm, like something out of a bad movie, Liam is more than half tempted to slam the door in his face.

Instead he motions for Zayn to come inside, leaves the other man in the foyer while Liam fetches a towel and some dry clothes.

It’s not until Zayn is sitting in the living room, wearing a pair of Liam’s sweatpants and a loose tee shirt, sipping some hot coffee, that Liam looks at him expectantly.

Zayn sets his mug down and meets Liam’s steady gaze.

“You look good.”

Liam shrugs, stony.

“Okay, then. I’ll get right to it.” Zayn exhales and sits up a little straighter. “I want to apologize –”

“Stop right there.” Liam interrupts. “You don’t get to say you’re sorry. Not after all this time. Not after what you did to us.”

“What I did to us?” Zayn says quietly.

Liam shakes his head. “Don’t know what you thought you’d accomplish coming here. I gave up on you a long time ago.”

Zayn leaves his chair to move to the couch, where he sits next to Liam. “That easily?”

He leans in, and Liam turns his head.

“That’s not going to change anything.” Liam says.

Undeterred, Zayn moves closer until he can capture Liam’s lips in a kiss.

Slow, tentative, in case he gets rejected, but that doesn’t happen.

It doesn’t take long before Zayn is pushing Liam down on the cushions, the men’s mouths moving hungrily.

Zayn makes quick work of shoving his sweatpants and Liam’s jeans out of the way, freeing their cocks to make direct contact.

Liam’s breath hitches as Zayn takes both their dicks in hand, slicking them up with mingling precum. Zayn rubs their cocks together, begins thrusting slowly.

Their hips grind against each other, and Zayn speeds up his pace, squeezing harder, making Liam gasp as he laces his fingers through Zayn’s hair.

A little more pressure, a twist of his wrist, and Zayn pushes Liam over the edge. Liam moans into Zayn’s kiss as he comes, and that’s enough to urge Zayn into his own orgasm.

Zayn curls against Liam, listening to the steadying of their breathing, until he feels like he can speak.

“I really am so sorry. I know I fucked up.”

Liam stiffens next to him, quickly extricates himself from Zayn’s embrace.

“You can sleep in the guest room if you want.” Liam says as he straightens his clothes, pulls himself together. “Shower in the morning. And then get out.” He crosses his arms over his chest and heads toward the staircase.

He’s about a third of the way up when Zayn says, “I never stopped caring about you, Liam.”

Liam hesitates for a fraction of a second, says nothing, continues on his way.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Rodney McKay or Daniel Jackson +/ any, I've got soul but I'm not a soldier

Stargate: Atlantis/seaQuest, Rodney McKay, Lucas Wolenczak. AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

There were days Rodney desperately needed a Tylenol, a Molson, and a cool pack on his eyes. This? This was one of them.

Seriously, who ever thought putting Bridger's kid with him was a good idea needed a good whack to the head. (John. It was John.) He actually looked forward to delivering the blow too, retribution for the fact that he was stuck trying to keep the kid awake—the seaQuest's crew had a terrible affinity for head injuries—while keeping an eye on the outlying trees.

There was a rustle behind him and he sighed: this kid had no sense for staying quiet. Or still.

“Hey, Rodney, you have any water left?”

He pulled his canteen from the pack with one hand, the other still firmly planted on his P-90. “Here,” Rodney muttered, handing it over.

Lucas took a good sized swallow, then licked the last drops from his lips. He handed the canteen back with a soft, “Thanks,” and then, rather than go back to the spot Rodney had set him up in, settled against the side of the cave entrance opposite McKay.

“Your blanket is over there.”

“Yeah. Kinda dizzy right now.”

“That's what happens when you get hit on the head by an overgrown hamster.”

“Prairie dog.”

Rodney rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to answer when one of the creatures emerged from behind a bush. John's voice slipped into his mind, whispering, Watch, wait. Don't reveal your position until you know you've been located by the enemy.

The ROUS (John. Again, it was John.) moved on without so much as a sniff in their direction; the adrenaline rush began to ebb.

Lucas gave him half a second before saying, “It'll be dark soon.”

And really, Rodney hadn't needed that reminder. His survival training up to that moment consisted of about four hours of wandering the mainland (while whining) and twenty minutes of a grunted lecture by Ronon of what not to touch; Rodney hadn't even paid an iota of attention to Carson's spiel about field medical care, which Westphalen would make him pay for when they got home.

God, where the fuck was Sheppard? Sheppard was the soldier, it was his job to be doing the guard work! Rodney was a damned scientist! Who was no good with kids!

“I'm nineteen.”

“You're still a kid.”

“You sound like my father.”

“I could let the damned hamsters eat you, you know.”

“Hmm, yeah, but then you'd be less one person who actually understands what you do in the lab.”

“Please, I've got Zelenka.”

Lucas smirked at him and then proudly announced, “Radek doesn't have the same grasp on computer repair that I do.”

Enraptured in their conversation, Rodney didn't hear the noise of the hunting group—the people they'd actually come to meet and turned out were fucking cannibals—approaching until the men were nearly on top of them and he gasped as he grabbed for the gun and started shooting. “Lucas, get down!” he shouted through the din of it, pushing himself between the kid and the opening to the cave.

The hunters fell or ran. As Rodney watched the last few dart through the trees he knew they needed to move. Also, it was going to be one hell of a long night.

Sheppard and Bridger were so going to owe him after this.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + Patrick Sheppard, When there's nowhere else to run / is there room for one more son?

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any villain/antagonist, Gather up your loved ones / Gather up your friends / 'Cause this is when the bad guy / The bad guy wins

Fill, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

The six o'clock news broadcast his face for the entire world to see, every family in America with a television has already learned his name. Newscasters expound on the fall and very public defeat of Captain Hammer at the hands of a villain. Sparing no details. They've dubbed this the Rise of Doctor Horrible. He's made his grand entrance. Fans have begun to gather around, with shinny eyes and admiration built in one day, ready to learn the most specific things about him.

Billy sees his face, the bravado, recognizes his acts through screens and civilians screech his name, since he is now as big as any hero. Yet instead of pride there is a hole where his heart used to be, and if there's a heartbeat it's only because breathing is an unconscious act.

He wanted to have his application accepted and become a member of the Evil League of Evil, the entire world at his feet, but never like this. Never with the memory of Penny's body lying lifeless in his arms. She was supposed to be next to him, to smile and be the kindest soul around lighting up every room and dark corner.

Bad Horse congratulates him, villains applaud and pat him on the back. And—yes, there is still a beat, a boom-boom, and where once was love now evil rises. He takes his seat among comrades, he's not a simple villain anymore, he's a super-villain. And the world better be prepared.

Darkness has only begun.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy Harper/Tim Drake, Your hands were trembling from all those pills you took. And we got drunk on cheap red wine in a paper cup

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Batman comics, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Your love is a little bit crazy, my love is a little bit crazy

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

MCU, Any,
Your body is a weapon, love
And it makes me wanna cry
My body is a temple of doom
Doomed not to be by your side

not a fill

[tigriswolf]

Oh, wow, SO MANY options.

Before I saw the fandom, I had a flash of inspiration for Supernatural, which is so rare these days.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Steph Brown/Tim Drake,

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Fill. part 1

[inkpaws.livejournal.com]

Another night, another bad guy with enough plastic explosives to take out an entire city block. Red Robin was already on the scene when Batgirl sweeps in, huddled in front of a fancy countdown clock.

Tim looks intense, but given the circumstances and that it's Tim, it's hardly a surprise.

'Need any help there Red Robin?' Steph asks, 'cause she's super polite and has the 411 on vigilante decorum.

He shakes his head, not even looking at her, 'No. This is the last one.'

Steph puts a hand on her hip, eyes moving over to bad guy of the week where he lays tied up and unconscious. She's pretty sure O said there were two suspects. Steph's just about to mention it when the second guy comes flying out of the darkness and straight for Red Robin's exposed back.

She's jumping into action before she realizes, wrestling with the insanely large man. Everything is moving too quickly and she's suddenly pushed to the edge of the building, falling to her death is not on Steph's bucket list so she shoots out a grappling line.

Steph is jerked backwards, she uses the momentum to plant her feet on the guys oversized chest and kick his suicidal ass back onto the safety of the rooftop (that's ridged to explode.)

The grappling hook slips from her hands.

She's falling, snatches of the cities skyline appear before her eyes. Cold air whips around her face and she feels her stomach lurch--There's a hard tug around her ankle and she's bobbing like a yo-yo.

She hopes she won't be smooshed into the nearby fire escape, which huh. She could have probably used instead of THIS.