Monday: Clichés

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Hey guys, my name is rockerbaby423 and I'll be your host this week!


To start us off, the theme is clichés. For those of you that are unfamiliar with them, clichés are trite or overused expressions and phrases. Today it's time to reclaim some of the originality and breathe new life into old clichés!



Have fun and remember to follow the rules:

• Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
• No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
• If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
• Feel free to fill a prompt even if it is already filled, the more fic the merrier!

Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):

• Leverage, Parker + Team, so hungry I could eat a horse
• Leverage, Team, a bit like closing the barn door after the horse escapes
• Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena, finders keepers losers weepers

Nothing grab your interest? Our Lonely Prompts need love too!


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Comments

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

The worst feeling of Steve's life is seeing Danny's smile as Rachel slept against his shoulder.

He'd cleaned out his spare bedroom for any frightening debris Mary had left and had gone shopping for food for a small girl. He was planning on moving Danny in as soon as the hospital released him and finally saying everything he had been trying not to since he met him.

But then Rachel had come back and smiled and announced her imminent divorce and Steve had smiled and destroyed his spare room and then locked it all up and threw away the key.

So he watched Danny get happy, watched him see Grace every day and tried to be happy for him. But it's hard to grieve for something that you never really had in the first place, because their friendship barely changed, bar a slightly lower level of day to day aggravation in Danny.

Steve could never quite let it go, never completely remove the faint spike of hope in his gut whenever Danny came into work grumpy and it never got easier not to hate Rachel, to hate her for being the one Danny wanted, for waltzing back into his life and having Danny's complete attention.

Steve never got happy, he caught Wo Fat and chased the Yakuza almost entirely out of Oahu and solved more high profile crimes that one can poke a stick at. But at home, at night, he touched himself with Danny in his mind, imagining his big blunt hands on him and Danny saying words that he knew he would never hear in the daylight.

[somehowunbroken]

Oh, ouch ouch ouch :( This is perfect, thanks.

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

I tried to make it end happy :( But it was just angsty. But I'm glad you enjoyed it.