Thursday - Movie Titles

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A very early morning to everyone - I'm still natural_blue_26 and I'm still your guest host for the week and today's comment_fic is all about the titles of your favorite movies...or just movie titles that stuck out to you for being something completely different.Think a certain character has a Braveheart or another has Never Been Kissed? Now would be the time to say so.


Housekeeping Rules:

• No more than three prompts to a single fandom
• No more than five prompts at a time
• No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, warn for them and and leave at least three spaces

Be kind to our friendly neighborhood code monkeys and always format your prompts like the following:

• Fandom, Character, Prompt
• Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:

• Animorphs, David/Marco/Rachel, Easy Virtue
• Firefly, crew, Life as We Know It
• The Prince of Egypt, any, The Sound of Music
• Any, any parent with a preteen or teenager, 13 Going on 30
• The Last of the Mohicans, Alice/Uncas, Serenity

If none of today's prompts catch your, don't forget to check out the equally awesome lonely prompts.

tag=movie titles

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Animorphs, David/Marco/Rachel, Easy Virtue

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(( Sort of a continuation of yours. Very rushed because it's past midnight and I have school tomorrow crap. ))

"So whaddya say, Rach?" Somehow they've ended up alone in the barn together again, Marco on a haybale and David perched on edge of the loft where he's been sleeping and Rachel standing there as David won't shut up and Marco carefully doesn't say a word. "Up for a replay? Look, that's the haybale where you--"

"God, David," she says, before he can release the past into the air like a foul cloud. "Do you ever shut up?"

"How 'bout you?" He nudges Marco's shoulder with his toes. "You sure seemed to enjoy yourself last week."

"I prefer one-night stands, thanks," Marco says, expression sour. He shifts out of range of David's boots.

Cassie comes back, then, oblivious to the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Then the others, and the meeting starts as usual, except David hops down from the loft and sidles over to Rachel. The conversation drowns out his words to everyone but her: "We'll make an unhonest woman of you yet."

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Firefly, crew, Life as We Know It

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The Prince of Egypt, any, The Sound of Music

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Any, any parent with a preteen or teenager, 13 Going on 30

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John Winchester groaned as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was stumbling in the door of the motel room, bleeding from half a dozen places and dog tired. He must have managed to drag himself to the bed because he was fairly certain he was still too heavy for the boys to heft.

The room was the sort of absolute quiet that indicated he was alone. Today was... Monday? The boys must be at school.

The sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains was far too bright, and the angle told him that it was already fairly late in the day. He forced himself to roll over and look at the nightstand between the room's two beds. The clock read 11:15AM. Next to the clock radio sat a glass of water and two extra-strength acetaminophen.

He sat up with a grimace and gratefully swallowed the medication. He noted that all of his injuries had been cleaned and bandaged. This had "Dean" written all over it. John might never mention it to his face, but he had no idea what he would do without his oldest son ready, willing, and able to rise to almost any occasion, filling in the caregiver holes left open by his father's hunting.

There was the sound of a key turning in the door lock, and John was instantly alert and focused. He was both surprised and relieved to recognize Dean, a brown paper bag tucked under one arm.

"Why aren't you in school?" John really hadn't meant that to come across quite so confrontational.

"There was stuff that needed doing," Dean answered, not meeting his father's gaze. "We were gettin' low on supplies and there was laundry..." It went unspoken, but John also knew that Dean had been worried about his injuries. The bag was probably groceries then, and sure enough, Dean shuffled off to the kitchenette.

"I appreciate that," John acknowledged, "but right now, your job is school; at least while I'm here it is."

"S'okay, really," Dean's voice insisted over the sound of cupboards opening and closing. "Missing one day won't hurt anything. I can bring a note tomorrow that says I was sick or something."

John decided to let it go, since he wasn't really upset. He should probably get his gear in order--he'd been too wrecked last night. Only, when he looked over where he'd dropped his duffel, he saw that Dean had already been at that, too. The gun he'd used was broken down and laid out, meticulously cleaned, just like he'd taught the boy. Dean did a lot of things without having to be told. John had met middle-aged marines that weren't nearly as capable and self-sufficient as this kid!

"Is Sammy still mad at me?"

"Well, yeah!" Dean snorted. "It's Sammy!" If John hadn't already been in deep trouble with his youngest for missing Christmas and not being honest about what he did while he was gone, taking another hunt up so soon after was enough to put him in hot water for a good long while. "He was really hoping you'd make it back Friday."

Friday? John glanced at his watch for the date--January 27th. His heart dropped like a rock. Hell...

"Happy birthday, son. Sorry, I missed it."

"It's not like it was a major one," Dean scoffed, but John knew his boy well enough to hear the hurt beneath. "It's more important that you finish the job, right?"

Actually, John thought to himself, thirteen was a pretty major one in their kind of life. His heart felt just that extra touch heavier when he realized Dean was thirteen going on thirty.

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The Last of the Mohicans, Alice/Uncas, Serenity

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author's choice, author's choice, From Here to Eternity

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Person of Interest, any, Eagle Eye

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Discworld, any, Apocalypse Now

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Leverage, any, The Year of Living Dangerously

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Burn Notice, any, A Dangerous Method

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Supernatural, any, Shame

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Hellblazer, John Constantine, Midnight Express

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Avengers movieverse, any, What Women Want

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Sherlock Holmes (original or your favourite adaptation), Holmes&Watson, Arsenic and Old Lace

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Any/any, Friends With Kids

Sticky Little Fingers - Leverage fill

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Leverage future!fic, Eliot and various hellspawn brats children

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He reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. It's not there. He scowls and mutters something to the cashier about forgetting his wallet in the car. Then he storms outside and pulls out his phone, which, thankfully, is still in his other pocket.

"Parker," he growls, "Tell your kids ta keep their fingers outta my damn pockets!" He breathes slowly, trying to calm himself. "Or no cookies."

Parker gasps. "Frankie! Carrie!" she calls. "Come here right now!" Several seconds later, Eliot can hear her saying in her "angry mom" voice, "Franc Hardison. Did you steal Uncle Eliot's wallet?"

"No," the little boy chirrups, "Nuh-uh."

"Carat?"

"Of course not!" the almost second-grader says indignantly, "I'm not stupid."

"Hm," Parker harrumphs, "Well, don't. Or no cookies."

In the horrified silence that follows her warning, Eliot grins and chuckles as noiselessly as he can. At least, until the kids start crying. Then he feels bad. So he adds, "For a week. Tell them, only for a week."

"For a whole week," Parker repeats ominously.

"But we didn't!" cry both children simultaneously. "We swear! It was Irene!"

Irene, Nate and Sophie's daughter, evidently has the same perfect timing as her mother, since she arrives on the scene just as the hacker and thief's kids swear their innocence and rat her out.

"What was Irene?" she asks, big brown eyes wide open in perfect innocence.

Parker puts her hands on her hips. "Uncle Eliot is missing his wallet," she says.

"It wasn't me. I'm not that good at picking pockets." Irene says modestly. "Besides, I wouldn't take Uncle Eliot's wallet."

"Then what's this?" Carrie says, holding up the worn leather wallet.

"Hey!" Irene cries, "You put it there!"

Oh boy. Eliot hangs up once the squabble starts. He hopes it'll have blown over by the time he gets home (following all the traffic rules so he doesn't get pulled over, since he doesn't have his license on him).

Irene greets him at the door. "I'm sorry," she says softly, and holds the wallet out to him. "I wanted to practice because I'm not as good as Frankie and Carrie."

He can't be mad at her. It's the eyes and the hair and the little pout, and...alright, alright, so he's a softy. So what?

He takes the offering. "No cookies," he says.

Irene whines, and he sees two curly-haired mini-thieves pop their heads into the room. "For anyone. I couldn't buy the ingredients because I didn't have any money."

Frankie and Carrie shoot glares at Irene, who studiously ignores them. "But now you do," she says sweetly, "Please, can we go back to the store and buy them? Please? I'll carry everything."

It's the eyes and the hair and the little pout, and...God, he is such a softy.

So he bundles the kids into his car (which is equipped with child seats and a "Baby on Board" decal - for Hardison and Parker's youngest, Ruble, or Ruby, as everyone calls her - even though he doesn't even have kids), picks up all the ingredients for his special double chocolate chip and walnut cookies, pays, and doesn't even make them carry anything. He also makes sure to keep the bag of chocolate chips out of Frankie and Carrie's reaches because you never know with them.

And then they spend the rest of the afternoon baking. Irene watches her "cousins" so that most of the dough stays in the bowl and out of their mouths. Most of it. She sneaks some, too.

Parker comes into the kitchen with Ruby on her hip halfway through their baking session, and shakes her head at him. "You big softy."

"Whatever," he growls, even though he's sure the effect is not what he'd like it to be, with a four-year-old hanging off of his back and a streak of flour on his cheek, "I'm an awesome uncle."

She laughs. "I never said you aren't."

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Any/any, The Five Year Engagement

Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri & Wolfram, The Five Year Engagement

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”Yuuri”, Wolfram said, ”do you know what day it is today?”

Yuuri looked up, surprised to hear such tension in Wolfram’s voice. He was used to expect the unexpected, and anything could make Wolfram upset.

“No”, he said carefully. “I don’t…”

Had he forgotten something? Had he done something wrong?

“It is our five year anniversary.” Wolfram stared at him. “We have been engaged for five years.”

Yuuri could think of nothing to say but: “Oh… right…”

They didn’t talk about it a lot. Sometimes, Yuuri even forgot about it.

Wolfram kept staring at him and Yuuri fidgeted uncomfortably.

“You’re what, almost 21 now?” Wolfram asked rhetorically. “That’s a normal age to get married on Earth, isn’t it?”

“Wh… what?” Yuuri stuttered. Get married? He so didn’t want to go there, but his ‘fiancé’ clearly expected an answer.

“It’s a bit early”, Yuuri said, “but it’s not unheard of. Why do you ask?”

“Why?” Wolfram clenched his fists and his green eyes got darker. “Because I think it’s about time we get married, that’s why! Normally you’d be the one to bring that up, because you were the one who proposed, but…”

“No, wait!” Yuuri cut him off and had to brace himself not to run away. “You’re asking me to marry you? But we’re too young to get married.”

Never mind that ‘engagement’ usually meant that a marriage was next…

“I don’t think so”, the blond boy said and there was that dangerous glint in his eyes again; that look that clearly told Yuuri sometimes that he was dead serious and was dyeing to move things forward.

Yuuri looked away, tried to collect his thoughts. The conversation he had been avoiding for so long was coming.

“Wolfram”, he said, “don’t try to tell me you don’t know how I feel about this…”

“Come on”, Wolfram interrupted, “don’t give me that crap about ‘we’re both guys’ again! You know you don’t believe in that anymore…”

“True”, Yuuri admitted. “But one thing has not changed and that is how this ‘engagement’ started. You know that I didn’t know this world’s traditions; I didn’t know what I was doing when I proposed.”

Wolfram didn’t answer. He tried to compose himself, keep his face empty of emotions, and it made Yuuri realize that Wolfram had changed, too. Wolfram’s first reaction was not to lash out and scream anymore; to his credit, he tried to stay calm.

“But… but…” he said and gulped, his eyes shiny as if tears were gathering there. “If that’s the way you feel, why haven’t you said anything before?”

“I think I made myself pretty clear in the beginning and then we just sort of stopped talking about it, so I hoped… I guess I hoped it would go away if I just ignored it.”

Wolfram sighed and almost whispered: “That’s not how these things work, Yuuri…”

The sadness in Wolfram’s voice was overwhelming, much more so because he was so quiet and calm. Yuuri hadn’t wanted to cause him pain. Why did Wolfram insist on feeling this way for him; why could he never see that it wasn’t doing any of them any good?

Hesitatingly, Yuuri moved closer to him and tried to put his arms around him. Wolfram brushed him away.

“Don’t touch me! You never liked to touch me before, so why now?”

It was true, Yuuri supposed. He never initiated any touches between them and these last few years, Wolfram had been less touchy-feely as well.

“I’m sorry”, he offered weakly.

Wolfram looked at him and now he wasn’t too proud to try to hide the tears in his eyes.

“I’m not a complete idiot, you know”, he said. “I guess I knew this had to happen, but… it just had to be said out loud once and for all…”

“Yes”, Yuuri agreed.

“There are documents and stuff that need to be taken care of”, Wolfram said as he turned around to leave. “Talk to Günter about it; he’ll know what to do. I guess this is the end.”

Yuuri felt a lump in his throat.

“But we’ll still be friends…”

“Yeah… I guess…”

The door closed behind Wolfram and Yuuri was left to examine the feeling that was a strange mix of freedom, sadness, and relief.

He just hoped Wolfram would be okay but he honestly didn’t know that much about what was truly going on inside the other boy’s heart.

But now, he realized, he was for the first time in five years free to actually consider what he wanted and who he wanted to give his heart to.

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Any/any, He Knows You're Alone

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SPN, any, Singing in the Rain

no fill

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Bahaha. Why am I imagining Cas standing in the rain with a closed umbrella being like "Dean, why are they asking me to sing? I don't understand."

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Supernatural, any, Dogma

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Supernatural, any, Legion

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Jonah Hex, Jonah, The Dark Knight Rises

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Back to the Future, any, (500) Days of Summer

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Ghostbusters, Janine, 9 to 5

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Eureka, Taggart, Where the Wild Things Are

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Highlander, Methos, Life is Beautiful