Thursday: 100 Words on Touch

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re filling themes based on the five senses using 100 words or any multiple of 100. Today’s theme is TOUCH, anything and everything related to touch (feel of a fuzzy blanket, throwing a punch, giving a hug)!

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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex/Any, touch-starved after seven years on his own

+ Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, getting in touch with a long-lost friend/relative

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

A fool could see just how much I adore you
I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
(Divinyls)

+ Any, Any m/m, morning snuggles

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex/Any, touch-starved after seven years on his own

Fill 300: Evan/Ronon, Rodney + Ronon

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney figured it was typical, that Ronon fell in with the Marines, loudmouthed and muscle-bound and violent. It was typical that he spent a lot of time around the women, because he was built like a Greek hero. With his sleeveless shirt with a ragged hem, no wonder the ladies were all over him.

Lorne was a surprise, because Lorne was a model Air Force officer, all sir and salutes and endless paperwork.

During movie night, one that involved anyone on base who wanted, not just one team, Rodney noticed how Ronon sat right next to Lorne, pressed up against him even though there was more than enough room on the couch for the both of them to have their own space.

One day Rodney walked in on them while they were on a secluded balcony, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Lorne said softly, “I’m here. You’re not alone.”

Rodney left when Ronon leaned in for a kiss.

He watched after that, noticed how Lorne was generally more touchy-feely than other officers (he later learned that Lorne had been raised by women on a hippy commune). Rodney noticed how the Marines were all rough affection, pushing and shoving, fist-bumps and headlocks. And the women in general were more physically affectionate, a hand on the shoulder or a pat on the arm during conversation.

Rodney had never been much for that rough physical affection shared by soldiers. Ford had been that way - with other Marines. John wasn’t like that, not even with other soldiers, and Teyla’s sense of personal space was - alien.

He tried, though, for Ronon. The occasional nudge, swat, shove he sometimes exchanged with John (because only John was allowed in his space, for reasons).

And besides he and Ronon saving each other’s lives, Rodney knew.

They were friends.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, getting in touch with a long-lost friend/relative

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

A fool could see just how much I adore you
I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
(Divinyls)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any m/m, morning snuggles

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any, it's his choice now whether he wants to be touched or not

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any, touch-starved

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, a hug is the best cure of all

Fill: Whitechapel/Berlin Station, Joseph/Daniel

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Joseph couldn’t stand blood. Couldn’t stand gore or mess or anything that was unclean -

But when Daniel lurched into the flat, pale, blood splattered across his jacket and shirt and face, Joseph didn’t hesitate.

Yanked Daniel into a hug and held him tight.

“This world is broken,” Daniel said, “and nothing we do will fix it. Not the good, not the bad.”

“But we can’t stop trying,” Joseph said.

Daniel closed his eyes, buried his face against Joseph’s throat. “Your hug, though. Your hug cures all.”

“Can you tell me about it?” Joseph asked.

Daniel shook his head. “Kiss me.”

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Stargate multiverse, any, "I said, don't touch that!"

Fill 200: Rodney, Torren, Lorne, Teyla

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Don’t touch that,” Rodney said absently, when Torren reached out to Lorne’s mural.

Torren pouted at him but let his hand fall to his side, and Rodney turned back to his datapad.

He spotted movement out of the corner of his eye.

“I said don’t touch that!”

Torren, little hand covered in paint, burst into tears.

Lorne, who’d been in a nearby bathroom rinsing his paintbrushes, was there in a flash, scooped up Torren and held him, uncaring of paint smeared on his shirt.

“Hey, buddy, it’s okay, Rodney’s not mad at you, it’s fine.”

Torren’s wailing was incoherent.

Rodney got on the radio to Teyla, who appeared very quickly.

“Torren, what is wrong?”

“Why?” Torren wailed, waving a hand at the painting.

“Why what?” Teyla asked gently. She spoke to him in a low voice. Then she hugged Torren close - and she was trying not to laugh.

“Is everything all right?” Lorne asked.

“Torren is upset that the image in the painting is not real,” Teyla said. “I am sorry that it is damaged.”

“I tried to protect it,” Rodney said.

“Nothing a little paint won’t fix,” Lorne said, smiling. He ruffled Torren’s hair, and everything was all better.

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, the blanket is a hideous color, but it's the softest thing he's ever felt

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, touched so softly they could cry

Fill: MCU, Sam/Bucky

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

"Don't touch me!"

Sam flinched, backing away slowly from Bucky. He watched as Bucky curled into a ball on the floor, his arms held tight around his knees in the fetal position. He was trembling.

Sam knelt down next to Bucky, the air surrounding them thick with tension. Bucky didn't budge, didn't show any signs of resistance. His eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that Sam imagined Bucky saw nothing but white bursts of light behind his eyelids.

"I'm here, Bucky," Sam whispered.

They sat in silence, and soon after Bucky lay still on the floor, his eyes finally opening.

"Please don't go, Sam." Bucky's voice was small and frail, like a frightened bird fluttering inside a cage.

Sam slowly moved his hand, not wanting to startle Bucky again. He let it tentatively rest on the side of Bucky's face, his thumb moving across Bucky's cheekbone.

"Never."

"Okay." Bucky let out a long, shuddering sigh, and Sam scooted closer towards him.

"I didn't mean to yell -" Bucky started to say, his voice cracking as tears started to fall down his face.

"I know."

Sam let Bucky cry, all the while wondering why he couldn't help but love a broken thing.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, the hesitation to provide physical comfort

Fill (400)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

John watched Rodney for a long time, wondering what his move should be. Rodney was sitting at the end of the pier, beer in hand, just staring off into space. His shoulders were slumped and his overall body language screamed of defeat.

The breakup with Jennifer had been unfortunately public and unnecessarily harsh on her end of things. John knew Rodney had to be devastated. He’d been talking about buying an engagement ring.

John had been pretty devastated himself, though he’d taken great pains to hide it.

Finally he stepped out onto the pier and walked to Rodney, mentally psyching himself up to be the supportive friend the other man desperately needed.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, sitting next to Rodney, close enough that they were almost touching. “How you holding up?”

“From being publically humiliated? Not my first time at that rodeo, trust me,” Rodney snorted. He was methodically peeling the label off the bottle. “From losing Jennifer? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She was always out of my league.”

John wanted to throw his arm around Rodney but he wasn’t sure the gesture would be welcome. Or if he’d be doing it for Rodney’s sake or his own.

“You’re out of her league, McKay,” he corrected.

“I guess that’s the curse of my genius. I’m destined to be alone.” Rodney shrugged like it didn’t really matter, but there was just the slightest hitch in his breath that told John he was more upset than he was letting on.

Fuck it. He put his arm around Rodney’s shoulder for a tight one-armed hug, losing a little of his own breath when Rodney all but melted against him.

“There’s someone out there for you,” John assured him. Like me. “You’re a genius. You’ll find her.”

“Or him,” Rodney muttered, so quietly John almost missed it. Almost.

“Oh?” he asked as casually as possible. “You, uh…”

“The term is bisexual, Colonel,” Rodney said, and John swore he could hear the eyeroll. He started to move away and, without thinking, John tightened his grip, keeping Rodney close.

“Colonel?”

“Just give me a minute,” John said. He never thought he had a chance; Rodney had never talked about men that way. Bisexual? That changed everything. Or would, if John let it.

“Take all you want,” Rodney said softly, and his arm snaked around John’s back.

Maybe it was time to take a chance.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stephen Strange +/ any, touched with shaking hands

Fill: Stephen + Peter

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stephen reached out, hesitated. His hands were shaking.

Peter tossed and turned. His brow was damp with sweat, tears leaked out of his eyes.

He cried out, wordless terror.

Enough was enough.

Stephen shook him.

Peter’s eyes flew open. He sat bolt upright, chest heaving, eyes wide.

“Hey, kid, you’re safe,” Stephen said. “You’re here, not there.”

“Doctor Strange?” Peter asked, voice small and vulnerable.

Not Mr. Stark, who Peter always asked for first.

“Yeah, kid.” Stephen smoothed a shaking hand up and down Peter’s back.

Peter sank against him, still panting. “Thanks. For waking me up.”

“Any time, kid.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ Ronon Dex, sparring gets a little rough

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, scalp massage and/or running hands through hair

Fill- 2x

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

He'd wanted to do it for so long. Sherlock lay sprawled out on the couch on his stomach, arm flopped over the side, knuckles grazing the floor, exhausted.

John bit his lip, eyes darting around the flat though no one was there to see.

John traced the line of Sherlock's body- no long limbs hidden under the Belstaff coat here, just unseemly long legs leading to an equally unseemly long back that graced into a neck that begged to be touched.

But he couldn't.

You didn't touch other men ON THE NECK and you certainly didn't want to RUN YOUR FINGERS THOUGH THEIR HAIR.

One touch wouldn't hurt. Sherlock slept like he dead, when he acually slept.

One touch. That's all he needed or would allow himself.

He reached out, two fingertips brushing the sweaty locks at the back of Sherlock's neck. He was prepared for nothing to happen, or for Sherlock to break his wrist.

He wasn't prepared for the noise that came out of Sherlock's throat; a warm, purr of the sort that John only heard when someone puts a hand on a lover ... in the afterglow.

He wasn't prepared for Sherlock's soft moan at his touch.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch (The Righteous Brothers)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Fill here, Good Omens TV, Aziraphale/Crowley pairing (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21943909)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex +/ any, Touch My Body (SiSTAR)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ Stephen Strange, Do you wanna touch? (Joan Jett)

Fill (200 words)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

As soon as the Joan Jett song began blaring over the speakers, Tony carefully put down the precision tools he'd been using. He cracked his neck, first one side, then the other, and pushed his stool away from his workbench.

And that's when he practically flew off of the stool and started to dance around his lab. He'd needed a break anyway.

Tony spun around, waving his arms in the air. He enthusiastically shook his hips and rolled his body, letting out all of his pent up energy.

He was also shout-singing. "My, my, my, whiskey and rye, don't it make you feel so fine..."

Tony hadn't heard the portal open because the music was up too loud and he was very involved with his dancing. He hadn't noticed Stephen Strange staring at him, tongue practically lolling out of his mouth, like something from an old-timey cartoon.

He definitely noticed when Stephen came up behind him, shoving Tony against a bench and pressing the front of his body against Tony's back.

Stephen leaned in and whispered in Tony's ear, "Yeah. I do."

Tony turned around, giving Stephen a sly grin. "Friday, put Joan Jett on repeat."

And then, they touched.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger + any muggle, Light as a feather, stiff as a board

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any fandom with a vampire, any vampire +/ any human, Touch me / It's so easy to leave me / All alone with my memory / Of my days in the sun (Memory - Cats)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Can't Touch This (MC Hammer)

Fill: Whitechapel, Chandler

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Chandler looked at the blood spreading across the ground. He had to be careful, he mustn’t come into any contact with it. Swallowing he took a quick look at the body Miles was already investigating and then looked away. It wasn’t hard to see where the blood had come from. As he turned, his heel inadvertently caught the edge of the trail of blood and splashed it up onto the bottom of his trouser leg. Chandler knew he would need to go home, change and take his suit to the dry cleaners before he could return to the police station.

[mccauleydental.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex/Any, touch-starved after seven years on his own

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, castiel /Sam Winchester, lips touching lips

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction, zayn mailk /Harry styles touching fingers

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

How to get away with murder, Bonnie wintterbottm /frank delfino , reach out and touch