GIVE ME YOUR PROMPTS

Or, I can't seem to work on anything I actually need to be working on, so I figure this will help.

GIVE ME A PROMPT. It can be song lyrics, or an actual scene-prompt, or whatever.

THESE FANDOMS:
Sherlock --Really wanting to write this right now, so.
H50 --Always willing to write this. haha. 2.10 prompts will be nurtured, and loved, and cared for.
Avengers --Not sure how this will turn out, but I'm always up for a Tony/Steve prompt.

Dunno how long any of this is going to be. I just need something to get the writing bits working again. I wrote on a few things last night (the soldier!John-goes-after-Moriarty's-network fic, my sci-fi bigbang, and another one) but it wasn't very much, and I feel I need to get cracking at these things. Little bits of scenery isn't cutting it.

SO YES. PLEASE TO BE GIVING ME PROMPTS.

Fic | two summers beyond eternity | Sherlock

Okay, then. So, apparently I have some John post-Reichenbach feels to share with everyone. I was not previously aware of this.

You can all blame mwffj for this, just so you know. I asked for prompts, and got:
"You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon.

"Little Talks"---Of Monsters and Men
...Not sure how well it actually fits with that prompt, but it did inspire it, so...

Also. I have no idea if you actually wanted something this ridiculously angst-ridden, but. Well. ♥

No beta, or brit-pick. All mistakes are mine.

( John doesn't know what he's doing anymore. )