Wur-yoil: Theme Song Titles
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nagi_schwarz and today's theme is Song Titles. Prompts can be anything related to titles of songs of music in any genre.
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...
+ DC Extended Universe, Barry Allen/Arthur Curry, Underwater (Monsta X)
+ Stargate Multiverse, any, Shoot Out (Monsta X)
+ Hawaii 5-0, Kono Kalakaua +/any, Fighter (Monsta X)
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 2018 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.
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nagi_schwarz and today's theme is Song Titles. Prompts can be anything related to titles of songs of music in any genre.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...
+ DC Extended Universe, Barry Allen/Arthur Curry, Underwater (Monsta X)
+ Stargate Multiverse, any, Shoot Out (Monsta X)
+ Hawaii 5-0, Kono Kalakaua +/any, Fighter (Monsta X)
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 2018 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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Date: 2018-11-05 01:08 pm (UTC)Fill: McShep
Date: 2018-11-06 01:55 am (UTC)“I’ll take that bet.” Miko opened up a coin purse that looked like a ladybug and took out some neatly folded bills.
“Easy money. Go get ‘em, sir!”
John rolled his eyes, but Rodney could see the confidence in the set to John’s shoulders and the almost-smirk twitching the corners of his mouth. He shouldered his weapon, assumed his stance, and started firing.
Plink, plink, plink. The metal ducks dropped one by one. Well, almost all of them. He missed two.
“Damn,” John said, scowling. “This game is rigged.”
“Every midway game is rigged,” Rodney replied. “That’s the whole point. But I can still beat you.”
John handed him the BB gun as the shooting gallery was reset and the ducks sent back into motion. “Be my guest.”
Rodney held the gun in both hands, bouncing it just a little to get a feel for it. He calculated velocities with the diameter of the BBs and the distance to the targets. He watched the ducks for a minute, looking for the pattern of their movement.
“Your boy is freezing up,” Cadman commented.
“Double or nothing,” Miko replied.
When he was ready, Rodney assumed the firing stance that John had taught him on Atlantis’ firing range and took his shots.
Plink, plink, plink. He didn’t miss a single duck.
Miko shouted something in Japanese and snatched the money from Cadman’s hand. Rodney handed the gun back to the carney, in exchange for a plush purple gorilla that he immediately gave to John.
“Physics beats experience. Almost every time,” he said with a grin.
“Oh, yeah?” John replied, eyes narrowed. “Let’s see how you do with darts.”
“Fine, but you’re paying.”
“Don’t I always?” John lamented. But he slung his arm around Rodney’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
“Well, I’m out,” Cadman said. “Miko, let’s grab Ronon and Teyla for some fried dough. They’ll love it!”
John kissed Rodney again, this time on the lips. “Just the two of us now. You want to try the Tunnel of Love?”
“I’m not a horny teenager,” Roney replied. But he flushed at the thought of groping John in the dark.
“No, you’re a horny adult. And so am I. Let’s do it.”
Rodney let himself get pulled through the fair without arguing. Sometimes it was good to let John win.
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Date: 2018-11-05 01:52 pm (UTC)Not a fill (yet)
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Date: 2018-11-05 01:55 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2018-11-05 09:56 pm (UTC)And reporters digging through his garbage.
Before, when he was out walking the streets of San Francisco - everyone on Atlantis had been transferred from Cheyenne Mountain to Travis AFB - he was anonymous. And he could hold hands with John, and no one looked at them twice. They could go on dates and eat out at restaurants or just be together.
Now paparazzi followed them, and reporters hid in the bushes and even ambushed their relatives and friends and distant acquaintances and even Rodney’s grade five teacher, who said she’d always known he’d amount to something big (which she’d never said to him or his parents, but whatever).
As it turned out, hats and sunglasses were a pretty effective disguise so long as John’s ears were covered and neither of them wore their Expedition jackets, so Rodney and John started venturing out into the city a bit more, so they could go on dates and otherwise de-stress.
They were outside a pawn shop, John looking at the display of acoustic guitars in the window, when paparazzi appeared, shouting, flashbulbs going off like a lightning storm.
“What’s the plan, Colonel?” Rodney asked in a low voice. He flipped his collar up, ducked his chin.
To his vast surprise, hordes of teenage girls and young women joined in the throng, waving their camera phones.
John curled his hand around Rodney’s wrist. “The plan is run like hell!”
And he turned, bolted down the sidewalk, Rodney in tow.
Rodney had run from danger offworld enough times that he could keep up with John, but he didn’t let go of John’s hand like he did when they were headed for the gate, instead held on tighter.
The paparazzi gave chase.
And then other people started running as well, several young men in jeans and t-shirts and hats and sunglasses. One of them pulled ahead of the pack. He called back over his shoulder, something Rodney couldn’t understand - not English. The others answered.
He bolted around a corner, and John followed.
The young man yanked open a door to some random establishment and headed inside. It was as good a plan as any.
Everyone spilled into what was a cafe, and the door fell shut with a jingle of bells.
One of the young men caught himself against the counter, panting.
“Please,” he said, in faintly accented English, “hide us.”
The girl at the counter had started to say, “Welcome to The Magic Bean,” but then her eyes went wide, and she said, “Changkyun!”
“Yes,” he said. “I am. Please. Help.”
“Wait,” Rodney said in a low voice. “Were the paparazzi not after us?”
“Maybe not,” John said, equally low. “But I’d rather not find out I’m wrong.”
The girl, wide-eyed, beckoned Changkyun behind the counter and into the back. They emerged moments later, arms laden with bundles of cloth. Aprons, which they distributed. The chief runner, Changkyun, and the super tall skinny one all put on aprons, the the other four scattered themselves among the tables.
“I’ll make coffee for everyone,” the girl said, still looking a little dazed. The other three stepped behind the counter, apron-clad.
John towed Rodney up to the counter. “We’d also like some coffee too, please.”
“Of course,” the girl said, and her eyes went wide again. “Dr. McKay! And - and soldier guy.”
John looked unimpressed at being called soldier guy.
“Yes, please, coffee,” Rodney said. “So the paparazzi don’t find us either.”
“Right away. Citrus-free pastry?” The girl handed one of the apron-wearers a pair of tongs.
Rodney preened a little. “Yes, please.”
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Date: 2018-11-05 02:56 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2018-11-05 11:27 pm (UTC)Rodney, who’d been close to dozing off, came fully awake. Evan had never much been one for post-coital pillow talk. Rodney wasn’t averse to cuddling, was in fact curled up beside Evan and soaking up his delicious warmth. Rodney was pretty sure that this line of questioning led somewhere dangerous.
Like breaking up.
“I’m not mad at you,” Evan said, and pressed a kiss to Rodney’s bare shoulder. “Just - curious. I mean, I’m sort of everything you hate - military man instead of civilian, artist instead of scientist. Neat freak. I never really did subscribe to that whole opposites attract thing.”
Rodney snuggled closer to Evan, considered. “Well - you’re kind to me. Patient with me.”
“So are Teyla and Sheppard and Ronon.”
“Yes, but - they’re my friends. You’re my boyfriend. Lover. Whatever you want to call it. You’re patient with all of me, like how messy I am, and how insecure I can be.”
Evan stroked a hand over Rodney’s hair. “You’re too insecure for your own good. You’re brilliant and beautiful.”
Rodney still felt hesitation, unease twist in his chest whenever Evan said things like that. Surely he was exaggerating. “You say things like that to me. No one else does. And - I know it’s not flattery. I know you mean it. It’s hard for me to believe it, but I know you mean it.”
“One day, you will believe it.” Evan kissed Rodney again, gently.
Rodney hummed happily into the kiss before he pulled back. “Also I love you because - you care about other people. Take care of them. Not just me. You care about everyone. And you work hard. I mean, you being mega-hot and super fun in bed is an awesome bonus, but - you’re a good person.”
Evan looked at him for a long time. Finally he said, “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Rodney said. “For putting up with me.”
“Well,” Evan said, rolling away and fishing around in the nightstand, “I’d like to put up with you for a very long time.” He rolled back toward Rodney, handed him a little black velvet box. “Till death do us part.”
Rodney flipped the box open with shaking hands, stared at the naquadah ring inside.
“What do you think?” Evan asked.
Rodney snatched the ring and put it on and yanked Evan into an enthusiastic kiss.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Evan said, once they parted for air.
“Yes,” Rodney said, and kissed him again.
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Date: 2018-11-05 07:39 pm (UTC)Fill: IronStrage
Date: 2018-11-05 11:15 pm (UTC)Tony scooped up a slice and bit into it with gusto. “It’s delicious,” he said around a mouthful.
“I’m not kissing you if you eat that.” Stephen crossed his arms over his chest.
Tony waggled a piece of pizza at him. “Aw, c’mon, babe. You know you like it like this.”
“I do not like it like that,” Stephen said firmly, and actually turned his nose up. “I rather like it like this.” He made some kind of complicated pattern in the air with his hands, and a sparking sigil appeared.
Within the sigil was a portal, and Peter Parker poked his head through.
“I got that pizza you wanted,” he said, and held out the hot pizza box.
“Thanks.” Stephen actually ruffled his hair before he accepted the box.
“Traitor,” Tony said, mock-sullen. To Stephen, he said, “Way to violate child labor laws.”
Stephen gave Peter a tip. “Have a nice night. Be safe.”
Peter smiled, and then the portal vanished.
“He’s delivering pizzas for a living now,” Stephen said, “and I placed a legitimate order.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “For a guy who does magic you are incredibly uptight.”
“I thought that was how you like me,” Stephen said, waggling his eyebrows.
Tony choked on a bite of pizza.
Stephen grinned and flipped open his own pizza box. “Now, what will tonight’s movie be?”
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Date: 2018-11-05 10:40 pm (UTC)Fill, Buffyverse
Date: 2018-11-06 02:19 am (UTC)Angel's sure Darla said that to him once upon a time, breathing it in his ear before she ripped out his (living) throat. Maybe he said it to Drusilla. It might've been in his thoughts when he stalked through Sunnydale, murdered Jenny Calendar, threatened Willow and Giles and Xander. Had he whispered it to Buffy in those last few minutes, before Willow shoved his soul back into his body? Had Buffy tasted those words in their kiss before she sent him to Hell?
And it held true - through his battles in Hell, through his return to Sunnydale, to Buffy. He loved too much. It nearly killed her this time, when he drained her blood to counteract Faith's poisoning.
It was why he left - he loved too much. She loved too much. Their love and Sunnydale, it didn't work.
And Angel realized his love didn't work for anyone. Look at what happened with Cordy.
And with Connor.
So from now on, he'd stop feeling as much as he could, because his love was too dangerous to offer to anyone.
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