Song Titles Thursday

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Good Thursday my lovies! I'm the artist currently known as classics_lover and I'm in charge this week. Thursday's theme is Song Titles. Prompts must be taken from song titles. Not the lyrics, but the titles (and do feel free to include the artist's name in case anyone's curious). Go forth and prompt!

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...

+ Hawaii Five-O, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Big, Bad, Handsome Man (Imelda May)

+ Comic Books, any, Right Amount of Wrong (Imelda May)

+ Dragon Age, any Rogue, Sneaky Freak (Imelda May)


We use 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 2017 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets 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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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-O, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Big, Bad, Handsome Man (Imelda May)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Comic Books, any, Right Amount of Wrong (Imelda May)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, any Rogue, Sneaky Freak (Imelda May)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, anypair, I Love You (Woodkid)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, Ghost Lights (Woodkid)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, sober (pink)

Minifill: Doctor Who

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Oh, how he envied the humans their escapes, particularly alcohol. To be able to simply drink a substance and not be able to remember - or to remember and not be pained by- memories. The Doctor found he envied it nearly as much as he envied anything in the Universe. But no, he thought as hands both young and too hold gripped the rails inside the TARDIS, he carried sobriety on his coated shoulders like Atlas' boulder, bent under the weight of trying to hold himself up, wondering if it would be Memory or Time that would break his back.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, Barbara Gordon, "A Little Bit Stronger"

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

The Powerpuff Girls, Him, "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Batman (1966), Eartha Kitt Catwoman, "I Want to be Evil"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Bad at Love (Halsey)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, I Won't Give Up (Jason Mraz)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Lucifer (TV), Lucifer Morningstar =/ Chloe Decker, You Make Me Feel... (Cobra Starship)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any m/m, Rumour Has It (Adele)

FILL - Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Peter was deep in the stacks of the library, nose in a dense tome, when he rounded a corner and nearly bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” he muttered distractedly, but the person didn’t move to get out of his way. Peter glanced up, then rolled his eyes and groaned.

“What kind of a greeting is that, Babyboy?” Wade feigned insult, then casually leaned his shoulder against a shelf. “What’cha doin’?”

“Um…reading?” Peter’s attention had returned to his book.

Wade grabbed the text and snapped it closed.

“I have an important matter to discuss.”

“If this is about last Tuesday, I’m still not forgiving you.”

“Oh, like you’ve never overdone it with the frijoles and lost it at both ends in the women’s bathroom.” Wade huffed. “But, no, this is about a persistent rumor that’s going around.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, mildly curious.

“What rumor?”

“Well,” Wade made a show of looking around for eavesdroppers. “Rumor has it there is a tall, dark, handsome man with an affinity for sexy arachnids who wants to date you. And by date, I mean have sex with.”

Peter exhaled, shaking his head.

“Okay, he’s not so dark. And scratch handsome. But he is tall…moderately.” Wade clarified.

“Wade, I’m really busy.” Peter took his book back and tried to sidestep the other man.

Wade blocked him.

“Rumor has it this guy really knows how to treat a spider, and he’s willing to spend…” he fished out his wallet and counted the bills inside. “Twenty-seven dollars on an extravagant evening full of delicious food, epic fun, brilliant conversation, sweeping romance, and…did I mention sex?”

Peter had to bite back a grin, but he quickly adopted a stern expression.

“Rumor has it,” Wade continued, “that if his considerable charm and overwhelming sex appeal are not enough, he’s willing to cut off his own arm to get a date with his prissy prince.”

“I am not prissy; I just have better things to do than…” Peter’s eyes went wide when Wade produced a switchblade and began absently prodding at his skin with the sharp tip.

“Above the elbow, or below?” Wade offered.

“Ew, god, no!” Peter snatched away the knife. “Stop being so gross.”

“Love makes you do crazy things,” Wade pulled a sad, moony face.

“Okay, okay.” Peter sighed. “I’ll give you one more chance. You can pick me up at seven.”

“Oh, so I’m driving tonight?” Wade put on a deep voice and waggled his eyebrows. “Good to know.”

Peter snorted, then walked away.

“You’ll have me in your web no matter what, won’t you, you saucy spider?” Wade called after him, grinning ear to ear.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, Somebody That I Used to Know (Gotye)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell, Flying High (Captain Hollywood Project)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Nancy Sheppard, Love Will Find A Way (Christina Aguilera)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, All Cried Out (Allure)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Liquid Dreams (O-Town)

Fill : Criminal Minds, Luke/Garcia

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

No two nights is the dream the same.

Sometimes Luke dreams that they're on his couch, making out like teenagers, her hands sliding under his t-shirt, her nails scraping his skin lightly as he shifts them, pulling up and around so that she's straddling him and he can bring his hands underneath her skirt, pushing it up around her waist. She gasps into his mouth as he touches her, her nails scoring marks along his back and he grins as he knows that he'll have a mark there the next day.

Sometimes he's at work, walks into her office and closes the external door behind him, flicks the lock before continuing on to the other door, repeating the manoeuvre. She spins on her chair, her eyes flashing first with alarm, then with a question, then with something else entirely as he drops to his knees in front of her.

Tonight they're on the plane, even though she rarely goes on the plane with the team. He knows they're on their way back from a case and even though everyone else is sound asleep, he's riding an adrenaline high, can feel it coursing through his veins. Just like he can see the same adrenaline, and something else besides, in her eyes as she looks at him from across the aisle. They're the only two awake so there's no-one to see them make their way to the bathroom, but they tiptoe there a way so as not to wake anyone - no point in taking chances and, besides, the danger of getting caught only adds to the adrenaline rush. They're just as quiet inside the bathroom; he whispers her name into her neck as he moves inside her, she muffles her moans by biting down on his shirt and he wakes as she come apart around him.

"Damn," he whispers as he stares into the darkness, his mind full of images of Garcia's smile, her body, the way she looks at him when he dreams about her, the way she'd never look at him in real life. His ears still ring to the hitches of her breath, her stifled moans and gasps, and he fancies he can still feel her skin under his palms, her body moving against his.

"Damn," he whispers again as he closes his eyes and lets himself remember, sliding his hand down as he does and wishing it was hers.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, If You Want It To Be Good Girl (Get Yourself A Bad Boy) (Backstreet Boys)

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester - Crowley, From Now, On We Are Enemies (Fall Out Boy)

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Any, Demigods (Fall Out Boy)

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Lucifer, 7 Minutes In Heaven (Fall Out Boy)

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean Winchester, We Were Doomed From The Start (Fall Out Boy)

FILL: Dark fic

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

A beautiful rose for a beautiful boy who plays with a beautiful devil. A beautiful golden sunset last seen by a beautiful boy who holds a silver gun in his hand with lovely dead roses scattered around his feet. A beautiful song plays soft and low in the beautiful night sky, a pretty face twisted into darkness on this beautiful dead night.

Sixteen year olds past the touch of death, whiskey burns his throat into something malicious, cold. Once there was love in their hearts, passion coiling tight in the pit of his stomach as their soft lips touched, but that desire has burnt out, smoldering into black ash around Dean’s bloody fingertips. Once upon a time it was the two of them against the world—keeping calm and carrying on fighting the good fight. Once there was love sparkling in Sam’s beautiful hazel eyes when he looked at Dean, and a cute dimpled smile on his handsome face when Dean made him feel special by whispering all those kind words—‘sweetheart’, ‘baby boy’, ‘mine.’ Once upon a time there were daydreams of making love with Sam, clutching him close and kissing his lips as they lost themselves to the love that warmed their hearts. Once upon a time Sam was Dean’s angel, beautiful with his soft wings and golden halo. Now that halo is horns. Sam’s wings are shredded wisps of torn feathers, burned away by Hell’s fire. His hazel eyes glow golden, demonically evil. Once upon a time they lived happily ever after.

Memories flood his mind of a time when they were lost in pleasure and passion, nights spent making love, flushed with heat, Dean shivered as sweat trickles down his bare back, his abdomen; his golden freckled skin burning hot as Sam’s lips kiss him passionately. Yet that love has died with the roses at his feet, ash scattered to the wind on this cold night.

He screams, his fingers steady on the gun as a familiar face becomes the hideous nightmare that lurks in the dark. They’re both close, standing toe to toe, he can almost make out the familiar face of his brother—the beautiful boy who giggled and smiled and laughed carefree, adorable dimples on his cheeks that twinkled like stars. That beautiful boy is gone, lost to the devil in the night.

When Dean closes his eyes, he see roses bloom, rosy red and thriving, basking in the summer sun, untouched by the black serpent of the death and decay. They are beautiful, as beautiful as the lost boy who stands before him—the beautiful boy who now wears the face of eternal damnation and wicked darkness.

♥ END ♥

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Hannibal (tv), Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, You Should've Killed Me When You Had The Chance (A Day To Remember)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

The Following, Joe Carroll/Ryan Hardy, If You Can't Live Without Me Why Aren't You Dead Yet (Mayday Parade)