No good movie is too long and no bad movie is short enough.

[hellodarlings]

Movie Night Meme

Hello, darlings! I hope you're ready for some sizzling romance, swashbuckling adventure, tragic love, and mysterious happenings, because all those and more are on the schedule for tonight! That's right, it's a movie night! Whether you're settling in or going out, watching one or going the distance with an all-night marathon, it's time to enjoy the best (and worst) Hollywood has to offer! Grab a friend, grab five, grab the popcorn, and settle in!

Post with your characters, preferred genres, if you're open to fourth-walling or threadjacking, and have fun!!


►►Prompts:
1. First date At least you don't have to talk during the movie, right??
2. Netflix and chill Invite someone over for a low-key night of movies in your pjs.
3. Go the distance You're not a true fan until you've marathoned all fourteen movies in a row. Extended editions, obvs.
4. Your movie sucks Seriously? How could they have picked this movie? It's awful. Just awful.
5. Your face sucks How could they hate this masterpiece?? Clearly they don't understand the subtext!!
6. Yawn and stretch Clearly the movie is just an excuse to get a little closer to one another. Or is it?
7. Dub it up This movie could be massively improved with better dialogue. Improv your little hearts out.
8. Wildcard Choose your own endings, darlings!

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[benumbing]

[Jack doesn't point out that there's nothing to a ghost to burn up, because Johnny's offer is sweet and sincere, and that's all that matters here.]

Your other movies are morality plays. Do something that you're not supposed to do - have sex, for example, and you die. [The virgin always lives, everybody knows that. Jack nods at the screen.] These don't follow that formula. They're more unpredictable. I like that.

[He looks over at Johnny, smiling slowly, wickedly.]

Do you think my soul will blend with Shadow's when I die? Just imagine me meowing.

[fulminants]

[ Johnny's not smiling now, the idea of Jack dying something that twists in his chest, a terrible thing that he automatically rejects. He's frowning at him, touching his cheek, tracing his fingers over his jaw. He would be devastated -- too devastated to think of how awesome a meowing ghost-Jack would be. ]

Don't say that, you're not going to die. Not ever. [ Not ever. He doesn't care if everyone dies sometime; that's a long time away. ]

[benumbing]

[He's touched that nerve again, entirely without meaning to. Jack's sense of humor is dark much of the time. He can joke about death, even his own. But Johnny can find no humor in it.

Jack closes his hand over the other man's and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft, apologetic kiss against it.]

Then I'll become a vampire and live forever. Is that the next movie?

[fulminants]

[ Johnny loves him too much to find any kind of humor in it; not like this. He presses close and smiles -- while Johnny might be irreverent, while he could take and do anything that suits him, the fear of Jack dying is an awful, awful thing. He can't, not for the man who's become so much a part of his life.

His brows raise, accepting that unspoken apology and nuzzling him in turn. He's sorry he's less fun when death is concerned; he is. He laughs in the face of it often, but it's different when it's Jack. ]

I'll spare you Twilight. What about Interview With The Vampire? You know, what if we both became vampires and lived forever?

[benumbing]

Mm, we could feed on the evildoers. They taste better, apparently.

[Jack is made to be a predator, but Johnny would need boundaries. Ways to still be a hero. And they'd both do just fine with a nocturnal lifestyle. Johnny's arm is around his shoulder, and he lifts his hand to lace their fingers together.]

Things that last forever though. You don't think it would dull it?

[fulminants]

[ Johnny studies him thoughtfully for a long moment, squeezing his fingers briefly. It's a good question, an interesting question. The whole joy about life is that it's short and they won't be here again, that time can slip through their fingers.

But the thing is -- ]

I don't know. All I know is that when I think of the future, all I see is you. And I'm excited about every day of it. [ He pauses, leaning in to bump his nose gently. ] And I guess if things ever get boring, we'll find something else to do. So many things we could do in the world! Maybe finally find the Zodiac Killer.

[benumbing]

[Jack smiles a little at that answer. It's so perfectly Johnny, seeing the potential in each new day. And he's right. No two would ever be the same. Every day would be something new to be shared with his lover, and that's enough to make Jack greedy for them.]

I think the Zodiac Killer's probably dead by now. Unless he's a vampire too.

[Now there's fuel for Johnny's imagination, vampire vs. vampire. He grins before he leans in to kiss him.]

I can promise you that my love for you at this moment is immortal.

[fulminants]

[ Johnny perks up at the idea -- his lover always does know how to intrigue him, piquing his interest. He leans forward to kiss him sweetly, excitedly. He basks in the sweetness of Jack's affection, sighing softly before he's tugging him forward, wanting the man on his lap. ]

Mmm, only at this moment? [ Another kiss, and he's thinking about carrying Jack to the room; also the possibility of vampires vs vampires re: the Zodiac Killer, how cool would that be? Also how awesome would making out with a naked Jack be? ] Babe. What if we became badass immortal vampire hunters?

[benumbing]

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

[Jack is grinning though, teasing him in his own wicked way. But he follows it with a kiss that makes tomorrow bright, snickering against Johnny's mouth at the suggestion.]

God, that sounds cheesy. Are you sure that's not a movie title?

[fulminants]

Hmmmm.

[ Johnny is flush with the promise of tomorrow, bright-eyed and warmed by Jack's affection as he loops his arms lightly around him. ] I hope tomorrow brings me you. And the day after that, and that day after.

[ He grins, sweetly pressing his forehead to his. ] And we should have a B-movie marathon night. Find the worst, cheesiest horror movie titles and watch them all.

[benumbing]

That sounds-

[And here's where he crushes all of Johnny's hopes and dreams. Sort of. Johnny rarely lets it go when he really wants something, and Jack is often worn down by his whims.

But this time, there will be no asking every day for two weeks. There will be no condition from Jack. He looks into his lover's eyes before his lips tug up at the corners.]

It sounds like a good night.

[Just lazing around with Johnny, laughing at the horrible movies that he seems to enjoy so much. Dear God, it's almost domestic. But clubs and his "adoring" public never did Jack any favors anyway.]

When should we do it?

[fulminants]

[ Johnny's earned himself a special place in Jack's heart and he knows it. He knows, too, that Jack looks at him the way he does no one else, that he might have jagged edges but somehow Johnny's reached a spot where even that sometimes falls away. It's there in the way Jack lets himself be worn down, when he smiles at Johnny and makes his heart skip a beat.

He beams and pulls him into a kiss with a small laugh, tugging him onto his lap and wrapping his arms around him. See, partying might be great and all, but spending precious time with his lover? Laughing with him, watching him cringe and groan and give smart-ass commentary? He'd give up all the clubs in a heartbeat. ] You tell me, Romeo. How about tomorrow night? Or the night after that? You gotta choose a couple of movies of your own, too.