Monday: TV Movie Titles

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Gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/whenever you're reading this, ladies and germs. I’m your host for this week writinchica2k and today's theme is based on TV movie titles, be they the classic flicks of yesteryear or the delightfully cheesy ones that run on our tubes today.

Some helpful links to provide inspiration: Wikipedia: Lists of television films, IMDB's ~350 Top viewer-rated TV movies, Rotten Tomatoes: Top 100 Television Movies, Amazon: Made-For-TV Movies

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.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

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...
+ any dystopia-based fandom, any, The Day After
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, Gone Are The Days
+ any, any M/F, Love For Rent

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

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tag=tv movie titles

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any dystopia-based fandom, any, The Day After

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, Gone Are The Days

Fill: The Side of the Angels, Natasha (pre-Age of Ulton)

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When you'd been on the side of the angels for long enough, it was easy to kid yourself that it had always been this way. That making the right choices came easily, that your instincts were different now.

It was hard to hang onto that convenient lie when half your team was down and bleeding. Noises swirled around her as she straightened up, as the building shook, as Bruce and Steve tried to keep Tony calm enough that he didn't bleed to death before Steve could wrench his crushed armour off, as Clint's breathing took on a bubbling, laboured note. She heard Steve hiss in pain, grunt in effort and knew that it was a race between him and Tony as to who'd pass out from blood loss first. Outside, she could hear Thor keeping up his defence, trying to buy them enough time.

Natasha closed her eyes. None of these were the sounds she was searching for. One by one, she tuned them out, tuning out her fear, tuning out the pounding of her own heart and the rush of blood in her ears. There was nothing to see in the ruined lab, not any more. Those weren't the instincts she needed right now.

There.

Turning slowly, she opened her eyes just enough to see the broken tables, the smashed equipment. A lot of it was sparking and steaming, and she tuned that out as well. Because she'd heard it, somewhere under all the noise and confusion. The sound that didn't fit.

She gave no warning that she was about to move, just launched herself over the fallen equipment, rolling on the other side, kicking out before her feet hit the ground so that her momentum was enough to send the bent lab bench flying. There was a muffled scream as she came to her feet, and she was moving again, pouncing on the man who'd been hiding behind it. They were close up against the cracked wall now, and she kept going as she grabbed him, dragging him up and slamming him against it. A cloud of dust rose up around them.

"Please." The man was was sobbing, trying to get his hands up, trying to fend her off. From not half a meter away, Natasha could feel the cold air blowing in from the broken window. It was a long way down.

When she brought her gaze back to her prisoner, she could see that he'd had the same thought. His mouth tried to form please again, but nothing came out, the fear catching the word in his throat.

This place had been a charnel house, one of Strucker's worst. The screams from the cells still echoed in Natasha's ears even as the panicked breathing of her prisoner grew louder. Before, she wouldn't have given it a second thought. He was an enemy, and here was a neat solution that barely involved getting her hands dirty.

"Tasha?"

Clint's cough was worse, she could hear that now. They needed to get him and Tony out of here, needed to at least slap a bandage on Steve's shoulder. The self-destruct was too far under way to stop now. The priority should be to get her friends out, and bring the prisoner with them.

Not taking her eyes off him, Natasha shifted her grip enough that she could get one hand free, touching a control on her wristband. A second later, a light flashed in reply.

"Time to go," she said. Getting a better hold on his shirt with both hands, she yanked him towards her, pulling him off balance enough that she could swing him towards the window. He began to scream almost at once as she forced him backwards again, using both their bodyweights to propel him through the space where the glass should have been, only letting go at the last second.

The sound of his cry was ended with a thud, and a second later, Thor swept past the opening, carrying him safely away. Natasha took a deep breath, the instincts that had been screaming at her silenced as she'd done what they'd asked. She let herself tune back into the room, hearing the screech of metal and a wet cough that finally got her moving again. The relief that had come as she'd watched the man fall was something she could deal with another day.

For now, it was time to go.

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any, any M/F, Love For Rent

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any, any, The Normal Heart

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any, any, High School Musical

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Halloweentown

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Bucky, Worried About the Boy

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

The scars are all gone and that worries Bucky more than anything else.

The scrapes on Steve's knees from being shoved to the ground no longer mar his flesh. The scar from his appendectomy, huge and ugly and awful, made more so that Steve had nearly died three times: disappeared as if it had never been. Scars across Steve's knuckles, layered one over the other from years of cutting them on other men's teeth: gone.

All those and more erased by the miracle of Dr. Erskine and Howard Stark.

It worries Bucky because how can someone so unscarred be real? Or more to the point, really be Steve? The only scar Steve has now is from where Bucky got him on the Helicarrier.

Somehow, even when the missing scars don't make sense, when it makes Bucky wary that he's just dreaming and he's going to wake up puking chemical flavored ice shards; somehow it still makes sense that Steve's scarred by Bucky's hand.

After all, hadn't they always been the only ones who could really hurt each other?

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

In the Flesh, Kieren/Simon, No Night Is Too Long

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Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane, Brave New World

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Marvel, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, A Boyfriend for Christmas

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DCU, Damian Wayne/Any, Lies my Mother Told Me

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Legends of Tomorrow, Ray Palmer/Leonard Snart, On Thin Ice

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Babylon 5, Lennier/Michael Garibaldi, An Unexpected Love

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Lisa Snart/Barry Allen, The Bling Ring

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (Comics), Eddie Nygma/Bruce Wayne, The Deadly Look of Love

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, King of the World

Fill 1/2: Oppie!Verse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney knew, intellectually, that John and all of his housemates had been soldiers. They all had screaming nightmares and PTSD and scars and injuries to prove their time in battle. When John or Evan were at the mountain, all the soldiers called them Major, which was weird after hearing students calling them Mister all day. But John and Evan and Cam and JD were all so goofy, fighting over video games, throwing food at each other in the kitchen, having rousing debates about the relative importance of the subjects they taught. Cam would help his students pick out their first cars, had kids over on the weekend all the time so they could fix up the clunkers they’d bought. And all four men made a point of going to their students’ important events, like plays and games and dance recitals and art shows. They were like proud fathers, every single one of them. (And it made Rodney sad to know that for some of those kids, these high school teachers were the closest to proud fathers they’d ever have.)

So when Rodney strolled into the kitchen, Oppie riding on his shoulders, and found all four men sitting at the kitchen table with guns spread out all around them, he came up short. He felt like he’d just walked into the den of a Colombian drug lord.

“Hey, what’s going on here?”

“Just a cleaning party,” John said.

“We go to the range at least once a month, make sure we’re not getting rusty. It was a bitch, getting re-certified at my new height.” Cam had a cloth spread out in front of him and was scrubbing at a tiny piece of metal with a blackened toothbrush.

“We’ll be done in a jiff,” Evan said, “if you and Oppie want to hang out. I baked some cookies for my class today - I set some aside for us. They’re in the fridge. Citrus-free. If you’re interested.”

Rodney was always interested in the things Evan baked. There was a reason everyone in that house went running every morning, and it was because they’d all die of heart attacks from all the baking Evan did if they didn’t.

“You go every month?” he asked.

“Practice makes perfect,” Cam said.

“And we may or may not bet chores on the outcomes of marksmanship competitions,” John added. He eyed Rodney. “Do you know how to shoot?”

“No. I’m not gate-rated. Nor do I want to be. If I ever have to go through the gate, it’s with a platoon of marines to watch out for me. Or Sam Carter. Same thing.” Rodney wandered over to the fridge for cookies. Oppie abandoned him and went to settle himself across JD’s shoulders.

“Since you’re over here so often,” Evan said, “you should learn basic firearm safety.”

Cam said, with deliberate casualness, “JD, why don’t you teach him?”

JD’s hands stilled. Evan shot Cam a dirty look, but Cam continued scrubbing away at a piece of his gun.

JD cleared his throat. “Sure. Come sit next to me. Know how a gun works?”

“Point and shoot?” Rodney pulled up a chair beside JD. John and Evan scooted their chairs aside to make room for him.

“I meant the mechanics. Single action versus double action, automatic versus semi-automatic. Lever action versus bolt action versus pump action,” JD said.

Rodney blinked. He’d heard the marines bandy those terms about before, but they were basically meaningless to him.

“You’re an engineer. You’ll get it,” JD said. “Here, let’s start with the parts of a gun.”

JD showed Rodney every single gun the men owned between them, made sure Rodney understood how all of them worked. He showed Rodney how to clean them, which parts needed scrubbed, which parts needed oiled, and which parts needed greased. Once all of the guns were assembled, JD reviewed the rules of gun safety. Treat every gun like it’s loaded. Never point it at anything you aren’t willing to destroy. Keep your finger off the trigger till you’re ready to shoot.

Then JD had Rodney pick up every single gun, showed him how to wrap his hands around it, and told him to choose which one felt best.

“Why?” Rodney asked.

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Any, any, Trapped in a Purple Haze

FILL: Supernatural, Sam & Dean

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The visions began much earlier than college. Sam was a young teen, caught in the grips of being a boy and a man. He was never a child, nor was his brother. Hunters are never kid.

It started during a training exercise. He was out with Dean running over the rocky terrain of the hillside. Sweat soaked his golden skin and his chest heaved as he ran after his brother who led the way. It happened suddenly, unexpectedly. It began with a flash before his eyes, a grainy gray image of a girl with blond hair. Rapid quick the picture flashed before his eyes, far too fast for his mind to process what he saw. Then there was a smell, the stench of burning flesh that stung his nose and made his hazel eyes water.

He felt heat, hot and scalding, seemingly engulfing his body. A pounding in his head soon followed; an excruciating pain unlike he had felt before. It felt like his head was on fire and his mind was being ripped apart. The sound of screaming roared in his ears, wailing with a thunderous cry. Sam fell to the ground and curled up in a ball and pressed his hands to his ears, desperately trying to keep out the booming cries that screamed in his mind.

“Sam? Sammy!”

The younger Winchester could barely hear his big brother over the wailing in his ears, but he felt Dean’s hands on him, roaming over his body, checking for injuries, blood or wounds, anything that might need tending to. Sam was perfectly fine on the outside; it was the inside that was being brutalized.

He sobbed and tears tumbled down his dimpled cheeks as his mind was ripped apart by an unknown predator. Dean watches helplessly as his little brother ached in pain, flinching and crying, sounding like a wounded animal. The sight of his little brother in such agony nearly brought tears to Dean's eyes.

Sam's heart was pounding double time and his breath was choppy and rough as a severe ache tugged at the depths of his mind. He thought he was going to pass out. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The foul scent was gone and replaced with the aroma of the pine forest, and the pounding in his head faded away, leaving only a tiny ripple of ache.

“Sammy? Sammy, talk to me.” Dean begged, running his hand gently down Sam’s back, and the younger man couldn’t help but shiver at the touch. Heart thumbing quickly; fear coiling in his gut, all Dean can do was wait for Sam to respond as he presses a kiss to Sam’s temple.

Sam felt hands in his hair, bruising soothingly through his shaggy locks, and he leaned into the touch, seeking comfort. He blinked a few times as he came back to his surroundings, the tears damping his hazel eyes and sliding down his cheeks. He saw his brother looking at him, Dean’s green eyes wide with concern and fright.
“’M okay, Dean,” Sam sat up, and he noted that he was still shaking. Dean didn’t seem to believe he was alright so he pulled his brother into a hug and patted his back, whispering, “I’m okay, Dean. I’m fine, promise.”

Dean did not say anything but he blew out a sigh of relief and hugged Sam back, giving him an affectionate squeeze. Sam smiled fondly, and gave Dean a hug, even as he couldn’t get the picture out of his mind. The vision, while it had been fuzzy and gray, was still clear enough for him to see. It was a girl with blond hair, wearing a white nightgown, pinned to the ceiling of an apartment, and she was on fire.

♥ END ♥

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, Final Jeopardy

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Star Trek AOS, Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy, How to Survive a Plague

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Stargate: Atlantis, any, A Ballerina's Tale

Not a fill

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I hope nagi_schwarz is looking at this and thinking the same thing I am. Traci!

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any (+/Any), A Place Of One's Own.

Second Fill. John Sheppard/Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. AU. 1/2.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Access Consciousness

Elizabeth never let John forget who Atlantis belonged to or who belonged to Atlantis.

---

The city had been dark when the first expedition members cleared the event horizon: dark and desolate and unbearably, stiflingly silent. No controls lit up, no spark of life from sensors, no heat to warm them.

Elizabeth had immediately worried, amid the marvel, what they would do if there was no power to feed the city. She had led these people here, she was responsible for them: would generators do anything to help? Would they power the Stargate?

Then John, with his eyes wide in awe, stepped into the gateroom and all at once...

Life.

---

The yell that John issued before leaping off the damned ledge could've stopped Rodney's heart. The splash that followed might have because, holy fuck, the water in the pool was freezing.

“Oh, Rodney, just jump in!”

“I am not jumping in!”

John pulled him in instead and laughed and laughed until Rodney, primly, properly, grabbed John's head in his hands and shoved him under.

---

They ordered him to Earth after the Siege. Just, you know, for a friendly debrief with some of his superiors about things and events. And the dutiful soldier, John boarded the Daedalus with Elizabeth and Rodney and Carson, no questions, no disobedience.

Atlantis, however, put up a fight.

(“Hey, Carson.”

“Oh, Christ...”

“Yeah, you, uh, have anything that might stop,” pause, “this?”)

He came home three days and one destroyed uniform later.

Hematemesis, Beckett had reported to the SGC, Idiopathic intracranial hypertension, resolved after returning to Atlantis. And Command had shot back, What the hell happened? to which Carson could only say, I'm working on determining the cause.

---

Rodney never let John forget the rules Atlantis had set for him.

---

The Daedalus left ten days after depositing the Expedition Senior Staff back within their city. Just sling home, resupply, come back, and by then, they'd have everything sorted out. Nice. Neat.

Welcome to Pegasus.

After it was destroyed, after Caldwell flew the ship into a goddamn sun to keep it from falling into Wraith hands, John stood in the middle of the gateroom: emotions, thick, ran through him as he stood in front of the idle Stargate.

Sadness, fear, anger.

Relief.

Atlantis still stood. Protected, secreted away.

---

Rodney, despite his beliefs, not only snored—he rolled around at night like some overeager toddler learning to tumble, and oh, god, the gas.

“I do not!”

John smirked at him and flicked his eyes toward the panel inset into the wall of his quarters.

“I don't!”

The screen flickered.

“Fine. I will admit that I probably shouldn't have eaten that beef taco MRE before bed last night, but I do not suffocate you with... with my...”

“Dyspepsia? Flatulence? Bombast?”

Rodney nearly flung his laptop at John's head, but decided (at the last minute) to just launch himself at John instead.

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Jessica Jones, Kilgrave + Any, Nightmare Man

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Iron Man, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, The Dollmaker

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric+Alphonse Elric, The Treasure of the Golden Suns

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The X-Files, Fox Mulder+/Dana Scully, Ghostwatch