Thursday: Song Titles

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Kon’nichiwa! I continue to be your humble hostess, 4bdnsn0wflake.

Today’s theme is Song Titles. All prompts should be a title (or titles) of an actual song(s). You don’t have to include the artist(s), but it might be fun in case someone wants to look a song up.

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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

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...

+ Saiyuki, Cho Hakkai, Out of My Mind (Pearl Jam)

+ The Boondock Saints, Murphy MacManus +/ Detective Duffy, Break Free (Ariana Grande)

+ Lucifer (TV), Lucifer Morningstar +/ Chloe Decker, Infinity (One Direction)

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[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Saiyuki, Cho Hakkai, Out of My Mind (Pearl Jam)

Fill: Saiyuki - Hakkai - Mission Mode

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Hakkai completed his spin as the last Yōkai fell, clutching a wound to his torso that was quickly spilling his life blood into the sand. Stepping back Hakkai took a deep breath, the song of war still singing in his veins as he searched for any remaining demons to do battle with. Seeing none he took another breath and let it out slowly. Then as smoothly as someone flicking a switch the lazer brightness of his eyes softened and his stance relaxed, first shoulders, then arms and finally his legs.

Gone was scarred, ever alert warrior and in his place was the kind, compassionate, man who rescued damsels and never hesitated to feed or house a lost stray.

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

The Boondock Saints, Murphy MacManus +/ Detective Duffy, Break Free (Ariana Grande)

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (TV), Lucifer Morningstar +/ Chloe Decker, Infinity (One Direction)

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The Party & The After Party (The Weeknd)

Fill: High School Musical - Ryan Evans - In The Spotlight

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Ryan Evans, East High's most fabulous member of the drama club loved parties. He loved to throw them, attend them and of course, be the guest of honor at them. Fortunately for him the drama kids threw the best parties.

Not the official 'yay the play is over' ones that the school sponsored back stage after the last performance. Those were for show as much as what they did on stage. Everyone used them as a chance to unwind, to burn off some energy and appease the parents that they were being responsible.

No, the after parties were the ones that made all the hard work worth while. Not that the applause and utter adoration of his fellow thespians wasn't a good motivation too.

Down in the Evans' sound proof rec room with the music blasting and the liquor flowing was when he really came alive, burning off weeks of adrenaline and sleep deprivation to ride the waves of success and accomplishment. The crash, when it came, and it always did, would wipe him out for days, but in that moment before Ryan felt like he really could be anyone or have anything that his heart could ever desire.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

DCU, Any, Prozac Rock (Margot & the Nuclear So and So's)

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Not Made for This World (Tove Lo)

Fill: The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon, Carol Peltier

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

He had insisted on burying her body all alone; he just couldn't bear it to see the grief and the pity in their eyes. Everyone had liked Beth, who could not, but he had loved her with all his heart, preposterous to every reason.

Now she was gone and the loneliness was harder to endure than ever before. When he noticed footsteps coming closer, he didn't even need to turn around, to know that it was Carol.

"Come back to the camp," she said in her always soft voice.
"I've set aside something to eat for you."

"I'm not hungry."

"Pucky."
She loved to call him like that, so he had never protested. Though this nickname was absolutely ridiculous.
"Beth would have hated it to see you in this state."

"Beth has hated it to see anyone in this state," Daryl murmured.
"She wasn't made for it to live in a world like this. Much too small, too fragile, too good. She was an angel, forced to live in hell."

Frantically he banged his fist against the tree beside him, not taking any notice of the pain and the blood running down his fingers.

"It's not fair! She was way too young to die."

Carol thought about Sophia, about Lizzy, Mika, and a lot of others, all of them much too young. No, it wasn't fair; nothing what was going on in this world was fair. She closed her eyes for a moment, fighting the pictures in her mind.

"Maybe she is in a better place now," she finally said.

Daryl narrowed his eyes, stared at her almost threateningly.
"A better place? Are you serious?"

"I've lost every hope after Sophia's death," Carol admitted.
"I didn't care about anything anymore; was just an empty shell without any sympathy. It was Beth who finally was able to reach out to me; despite everything going on around she has never stopped to believe in our future."

She paused for a moment before continuing.
"I don't want to go back into the darkness again, full of hate and loneliness. I want to look forward because this is what Beth would want us to do.

It's most difficult in the evening when the camp finally comes to ease. When I close my eyes all the memories come back; I can see them dying again ... and again ... and again.

It helps to think about anything else; something positive that came out of all this horror. A place where they all can come together now; a good place, full of peace and happiness."

He noticed Daryl's still skeptical eyes resting on her and she smiled slightly.
"No, I actually don't believe in it. But it's a gracious dream which helps me through every night."

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: TFA, Hux/Kylo Ren, Torture Me (Metric)

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

DCU, Any, A Poetic Retelling of an Unfortunate Seduction (Bright Eyes)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia, Personal Jesus(Depeche Mode)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, Change Your Ticket(One Direction)

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

A cool draught of air wafting under the bedcovers, the sense of his hand falling away from a warm hip to a not quite so warm mattress. These are the sensations that permeate Joe's slumber, have him blinking his eyes and lifting his head from the pillow.

"Where are you going?" he mumbles, still more than half asleep and Caitlin turns, gives him a small smile as she picks his shirt up from the floor and pulls it on.

"It's morning," she says, ever practical. "We should start to pack..."

She doesn't sound very enthusiastic about the prospect though and he squints at the bedside clock, blinking when he realises how early it is. "It's the ass crack of dawn," he tells her, propping himself up on one elbow. The movement makes the bedcovers slip down to his waist and he shivers at the chill of the morning air. "And it's freezing. Come back to bed."

She considers it for all of two seconds before crossing the room and slipping back under the covers, snuggling up close to him. He helps her out of his shirt, enjoying the chance to put his hands all over her body and if the way her breathing quickens is any indication, she doesn't have any complaints either. "That's better," he decides when she's wrapped in his arms and she makes a noise that's almost a purr of contentment.

"I don't want to go home," she tells him quietly and he tickles her side, making her squirm against him.

"All evidence to the contrary," he teases and she swats, rather ineffectually and quite half heartedly, at his hand. "But yeah..." he sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I know how you feel."

Because this - waking up together, lazing around in bed - is something that they don't get to do in Central City, where their relationship is a closely guarded secret. The only reason they can do it here is that they're in Opal City right now, rather than Central City - an invitation for Caitlin to her college room-mate's wedding had given her the perfect excuse to take a week's vacation while Joe is genuinely attending a policing conference in the ballroom downstairs. As far as anyone in Central City is concerned, Caitlin is still in California, enjoying the sunshine, while in reality she's spent the last two days here, enjoying the down time and waiting for Joe to be finished with his work.

If he's honest, he's always found conferences like this boring as hell - knowing that Caitlin is here waiting for him hasn't done his attention any favours at all.

He slides his fingers down her back, rests them gently on the curve of her ass. She shifts against him, bites her lip as she looks up at him through her lashes. "It is early," she says as she slides one leg up along his, draping it over his hip. A little shuffling and she's lying half, maybe slightly more, on top of him. His body's already responding before she rocks her hips experimentally against his. "We don't have to be anywhere for a while..."

His hands move to her hips, fingers flexing there. "You got something in mind?"

Caitlin smile as her hands move up his chest, using the leverage to push herself up so that she's straddling him. "I'm sure we can come up with something." There's a wicked gleam in her eyes to go with the deliberate movement of her hips and Joe's eyes threaten to flutter shut at the sensation. He fights to keep them open with everything he has because he doesn't want to miss a second of this.

After all, if they've learned anything in the last few years, it's how to make every second count.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Scream(TV), Audrey Jensen/Emma Duval, Closer(Tegan and Sara)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Heathens(Twenty-One Pilots)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any m/m, Touch, Feel & Lose(Ryan Adams & The Cardinals)

FILL: J2, Secret relationship/meeting only in dreams

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Jensen feels breathless and lightheaded already, his body beginning to tremble under the weight of his larger lover. Pinned to the bed, he squirms helplessly as his secret lover presses kisses to his throat, Jared’s lips keep finding all the hot spots on his neck that make his heart kick against his ribcage and send his blood pumping red hot and burning bright through his body.

Jared’s large hands caress up his sides, palming his ribs, and Jensen shakes as pleasure tingles though him, his skin soft and warm under the touch of his beloved lover. He moans lustfully, he cannot keep silent with Jared bathing him in love, he hungers for more kisses.

Jared smirks against Jensen’s throat, knowing the effect he has on his secret lover, how one kiss or touch or whisper of dirty desires has Jensen trembling with overwhelming pleasure that burns him up so hot he can barely breathe. Begging for kisses, Jared grabs Jensen around the waist and tugs him closer; they share the same breath as they kiss deeply.

Jared nibbles his lips lightly, pecking kisses to his soft mouth, and Jensen is so high on love he feels like he is floating high in the sky and doesn’t ever wish to come down. He wants to remain in this realm of love and pleasure with the man who has captivated his soul.

While they are new friends in the real world, having just met three weeks ago on the set of their new show; in dreams, they are soul mates, lovers forever. Jared was the bad boy with a give ‘em hell attitude and a dirty mouth and a wicked gleam in his eyes when he winks at Jensen.

Jensen, the good boy from a Christian household who once sang in the church choir on Sunday, spends his days buried with his nose in his script and focused on his work, while at night he gets lost in his wet dreams, a hand around his throbbing erection, stroking slow and teasing, and his lips pink and soft as he lustfully moans Jared’s name.

♥ END ♥

[pony-express.livejournal.com]

Star Wars: TFA, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Friday's Child (Will Young)

[pony-express.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: AOS, Pavel Chekov/Jim Kirk, Meet Me Halfway (Black Eyed Peas)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, She Makes Me (Stormtrooper in Stilettoes)

(Queen)

FILL: Original fic, M/F, bad romance, Unrequited Love (adult)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

*Song lyrics by Theory of a Deadman ‘Bad Girlfriend

(My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it. She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots. Tip the man, he'll ring the bell, get her drunk, she'll scream like hell.)

Jenny’s having the time of her life. Her ample tits almost spilling out from her low-cut top, flashing the boys at the bar as she sidles close. She’s grinding her hips to the rhythm of a thumping bass that thrums through the speakers as she seals her lips around the rim of her glass and slams the whisky back. One shot, two shots until she almost loses count, just knocks it back and relishes the burn. Every man in the place has his eyes on her …including Jared.

(Dirty girl, getting down, dance with guys from outta town; Grab her ass, acting tough, mess with her, she'll fuck you up)

She can handle her alcohol as well as she handles her men, but there’s one guy that can’t take a fucking hint. He’s not her type, and even if he were, she’s not interested, but he keeps on pawing at her until she’s had more than enough, and hauls off and decks his ass.

Curls her fingers into a fist and connects with his jaw, bites back the smile as he crumples to the floor. Jenny turns her back on him as he gets to his feet, nursing a bloody lip, and wounded pride. He hurries away, tail between his legs as the crowd cheers. Some even boast about her rough and rowdy ways, but she doesn’t care, just carries on slamming the shots while Jared sits in the corner, palming his raging hard-on.

(No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned But she's coming back to my place tonight)
Jared can’t get enough of watching her, the way her beautiful, luscious breasts bounce as she sways along to the music. Her blond hair tumbles around her face, her cheeks rosy and freckled, lips as red as a rose and soft as velvet.

When he gets her home later, they have a night to remember, grinding to the rhythm of lust and passion, a night he will never forget.

(She's a gold digger, now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger. Future's finished, there it went, savings gone, the money spent. Look around and all I see is no good, bad and ugly. Man, she's hot and fixed to be the future ex-Miss Connelly)

She’s gone. She’s run off with a man who bent her over the hood of his Chevy Impala, and whose bank account was stuffed full. Jenny left Jared with nothing more than an empty checking account, a broken heart, and a wish that he’d never messed around with her. It was his own fault, and he knew it. Knew from the instant he’d set eyes on her what she was and how easily she played the game. She was beautiful there was no doubting that, equal parts seduction and heartbreak with her luscious breasts and swaying hips, a smile to slay any man, and all with her boyfriend sitting not a few feet away.

There was no doubt about it… she was a bad, bad girlfriend.

♥ END ♥

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Lucifer + God, "Like Father, Like Son"

[tigriswolf]

1D RPF, everyone + Louis Tomlinson, I Will Follow You into the Dark

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any, My Dark Life(Elvis Costello with Brian Eno)

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Zayn MaliK/Liam Payne or Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson, The Last Time

Fill - NSFW - Part 1/2

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

This is a bad idea. Liam knows it. He never should have agreed to let Zayn come over to pick up a jacket he left at Liam’s place ages ago and probably hasn’t even thought about since god-knows-when.

Zayn said he wants to wear it to a red carpet event. Liam knows it’s not that simple. It never is with Zayn.

Liam paces his foyer, fingers running absently over the coat’s leather material. He didn’t have to be here to meet Zayn. He could have left the jacket in plastic outside the door. Fuck, he could have FedEx’d it. He could have told Zayn he threw it out a long time ago. (And why hadn’t he?)

Liam considers texting and saying he won’t be home after all, but the slam of a car door outside signals the time for that has passed.

He hears Zayn coming up the walk, and waits for him to ring the bell. Then he waits a little longer, because he hasn’t been standing in the vestibule for forty-five minutes stressing over this, no, of course he hasn’t.

After a few seconds, the bell rings again, and Zayn knocks, too.

Liam sighs, opens the door, and is about to shove the coat at Zayn and tell him to piss off when he makes the fatal mistake of meeting Zayn’s eyes. They’re dark and disarmingly beautiful as ever, and when Zayn nods at him, Liam just stares.

“Hey,” Zayn says, simply. “Been a while.”

Liam doesn’t have an immediate response to that, apparently, and instead of handing Zayn the jacket, he takes a step back. Zayn interprets it as an invitation to come inside.

“Here’s your…” Liam extends the coat toward Zayn, determined to make this short.

“Place looks good.” Zayn puts his hands in his pockets, adds quietly, “You look good.”

Liam clears his throat. Telling Zayn he looks good, too, would be unwise, and an understatement.

Liam kind of knew what to expect. He’d seen the magazine spreads, the fashion week photos, all the evidence of how well Zayn’s new career path has been treating him.

But it was always that understated confidence, that aura of deceptive shyness, that made Zayn so irresistible.

“Here’s your…” Liam tries again, and, goddammit, why can’t he get a grip?

Zayn runs a hand through his hair and licks his bottom lip. He takes the jacket, then lets it drop to the floor, eyes never leaving Liam.

“I’ve been wanting to see you.”

“Why?” Liam tries to sound angry, he really does, because Zayn doesn’t have a right to say things like that. He doesn’t have a right to show up looking like he does and acting as if he doesn’t have anything to feel sorry or guilty about.

“Because I miss you.” Zayn almost pouts, like he’s been misunderstood.

“What do you expect me to say?” Liam wants his words to have an edge, but they come out softer than he’d hoped.

“Nothing.” Zayn steps closer to Liam and raises his hand to brush Liam’s cheek.

“No way, Zayn. You think you can just…after everything…”

Zayn silences him by pressing his index finger to Liam’s lips.

“You don’t have to forgive me, Liam.”

Zayn leans in, eyelids slightly lowered, impossibly long lashes fluttering, and Liam wants to move away, he really does, but somehow his back is against the wall.

[tigriswolf]

mythology, author's choice, A Legend in My Time

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, I Dream Myself Alive (A-Ha)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any m/m, Beautiful Freaks (Hot Chelle Rae)

Fill: Xmen(movieverse), Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr, stripper!au

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Charles felt the man's eyes on him every time he came into the club, whether he went with a group or persuaded the girl-of-the-week into going with him. He was very persuasive, and the girls all just waved it off as a male being a male,even if that male did like to dress like an Oxford professor and was probably in denial about several aspects of his life.

They were good sports but he wondered how many noticed that during the male dancer's section, there was one dancer that always danced right in front of him. His show name was Magnus, and tonight in place of his usual deep wine attire, he was slowly stripping off camouflage,holding a fake rifle in one hand.
Apparently he was a Nazi Hunter tonight.

A stripping Nazi Hunter, out to distract the entire Reich with capable arms, even more capable looking hands, sharp hips that begged for a kiss and a feral smile that promised a multitude of delicious bites. Charles was glad he was the one who could read minds, not the other way around.

He turned to his date, but she was leaned over talking into the ear of a woman seated near her so Charles turned his eyes to the show without too much worry.

Hips gyrated in front of him, in his peripheral vision, and all around him. He met the man's eyes several times, and every time he did "Magnus"s grin got wider. Was it his imagination, or did the hip swings get wider?

You should really admit what you came here to see, gorgeous mouth. I'd like to kiss that smug look right off of it. See if I can turn your brain off while I'm at it,pretty little prep.

He hadn't meant to peek, but the man's thoughts were very very loud, very obvious, and very directed at him. The flash of himself in the man's mind's eye was disconcerting and, strangely, titillating. He was seeing himself as a challenge. He swallowed hard,drained his drink, glanced at his date. She was gone. He shrugged.

"Magnus" was thinking about his post-dance cigarette. It wouldn't hurt for him to just talk to the man, right?

When he stepped out of the club door a measured five minutes after "Magnus" did, he tried to keep his shoulders, body, loose and casual. He was greeted with a shark's grin, all teeth and promises, both of of pleasure and of pain.

"Well, aren't you just a mind reader?"

Charles blushed furiously. The other man must have found it endearing because the next thing Charles knew he was too close. He smelled like musky sweat, something piney clean, something alcoholic and sweet. It fuzzed up his head in a pleasant way.

"What's a nice straight prep like you doing out here with a smoking, practically naked stripper?"

Charles blushed even harder, a telltale sign not missed.

"Name's Erik." Muscles glistened with some sort of oil or lotion as he extended his hand, fingertips brushing Charles' wrist as they shook hands.

"Charles."

"You didn't answer my question, Charles with the Oxfords and the tie." His eyes glinted, like he knew.

"Um...well...the girls..."

Erik tilted his head, eyes on Charles throat, then up to his eyes.

He did know, and he leaned against the wall, skin and muscles and sinew all on show, a cat relaxed in it's superiority and grace.

Charles stood it about a minute more before he pounced with warm lips and slightly clumsy hands. He'd never kissed a man before, had always figured that part of his brain was just wrong but this felt so right...

The kiss was only broken when Charles yelped after Erik nipped at his lower lip. Erik leaned his head back against dusky brick.

"Well,Preppie, you're flying the freak flag now." Erik's smile was lazy, insolent, and far too smug for a man in a ridiculous scrap of clothing in an alley in broad daylight. He needed it wiped off his face.

That's what Charles told himself when he kissed him again.

**
probably not what you had in mind but it's what happened blame the muse?

[tigriswolf]

fairy tales; any peasant, princess, or nobleman's daughter; History Has Its Eyes on You

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, church bells (carrie underwood)

Filled: "The Question" - Shelter, Zach/Shaun + Cody

[squidgiepdx]

Zach is so nervous as he stands outside the front door, that he thrust his hands into his pockets. Taking a deep breath, he stands there and let the sun warm his shoulders, repeating, "I can do this," his whispered words slipping away with the breeze.

Finally calmed, Zach reaches for the door, turning the knob and walking in. He tosses his keys onto the antique sideboard that Shaun had found at a fleamarket and painstakingly refinished, and follows the echo of voices to where his family had retreated. "I'm home!" he calls, and he hears a "Hey" coming from where Shaun and Cody are.

"Hey, babe," Shaun says, and Zach instinctually leans over to accept the kiss, still not quite used to the bristle of Shaun's whiskers on his cheek, but reveling in the sensation. Zach smiles at Shaun, and suddenly has an armful of Cody. He loved his little family, and hoped that the velvet covered box in his pocket would be accepted, so that they would be his. Always.

Settling Cody on his hip, he takes a deep breath. "Cody," he says, looking first at Cody, and then to Shaun. "Remember what we talked about last night?"

"Yeah," the youngster said shyly, his eyes instantly going to Zach. "Is it time?"

"Time for what?" Shaun asks, a twinkle from the endless pool of his expressive eyes.

Zach ignores Shaun's question. Instead Zach looks at Cody and says, "Yeah, it's time. Are you sure it's okay?"

Cody doesn't respond. Instead, he leans towards Shaun with his hands reaching for Shaun's shoulders, and Shaun happily accepts him.

"What's up, little man?" Shaun asks.

"Love you, Shaun," Cody says, and squeezes Shaun's neck as he presses a sloppy kiss against Shaun's cheek. The site makes Shaun laugh, and it twists Zach's heart just a little. "Down," Cody says a moment later, leaning over until Shaun puts him down. Zach reaches out and pats Cody's hair as he runs past the pair.

The only sound from the kitchen comes when Zach inhales through his nose, and he can't help but smile when Shaun asks, "Babe?"

But instead of answering, Zach reaches into his pocket, pulling the small black, velvet box from its hiding spot. With trembling hands, he lifts the lid, showing Shaun the matching golden bands that the box holds.

"Oh my god," Shaun says, and Zach has to smile when he sees Shaun raise a hand to his mouth, though it doesn't hide the wide smile that covers his face.

Letting out the breath, Zach hopes that his voice doesn't break when he asks, "Will you marry me?" And as Shaun pulls him into a hug, then a kiss, he's pretty sure that Shaun said yes. But all he heard was a cacophony of church bells in his head.