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Hello, everyone. I’m [livejournal.com profile] dreammaidenn and for today's theme we have clichés. Prompts can be anything and you may interpret the theme any way you want. If you're in need of inspiration you can always visit these sites: Movies clichés and Clichés list. Have fun prompting!

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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

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...
+ Teen Titans (comics), Dick Grayson/Wally West, trapped in an elevator together.
+ Marvel comics, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
+ DCU, Stephanie Brown/Dinah Lance, kissing in the rain.


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From: [identity profile] lil-1337.livejournal.com
"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" Wade rested his hand on his hip, cocking it in a way that would have been at home on the runways of Paris, Milan or New York City.

"If you start now you might get your ten thousand steps in before I have to leave to go fight some bad guys." There was a smirk plain as day in tone of Peter's voice, but fortunately he was wearing his mask so Wade couldn't see the blush coloring his cheeks.

Wade tilted his head, looking like a confused cocker spaniel. "How many steps for lust at first sight?"

"That depends," Peter answered, surprising himself. "On how many it takes to get over here."

Date: 2016-09-06 08:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
Any, any, There's a fine line between love and hate.

Date: 2016-09-06 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
The Bourne Legacy, Aaron Cross/Marta Shearing. They bonded during a time of crisis. Afterward...?

Date: 2016-09-06 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] livejournal.livejournal.com
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Date: 2016-09-06 10:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
Leverage, Eliot Spencer+Any, Country music is playing inside the bar; a fight's going to break out.
Edited Date: 2016-09-06 10:21 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-09-06 11:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com
Once Upon a Time, Emma Swan/Regina Mills, forced to share a bed

Date: 2016-09-06 11:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com
Orphan Black, any clones, a sleepover with Truth or Dare and pillow fights

Date: 2016-09-06 11:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com
MCU, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers or Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff (+ Clint Barton/any), flirting with someone else to make your boyfriend jealous

Date: 2016-09-06 11:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf, Allison Argent, taking a walk on the wild side

Date: 2016-09-06 11:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com
Disney, Megara/any princess, damsel in distress

Date: 2016-09-06 02:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hanorganaas.livejournal.com
Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, In this relationship, HAN is the Damsel in Distress.
Edited Date: 2016-09-06 02:22 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-09-06 02:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com
MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Bun in the oven.

Date: 2016-09-06 02:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com
RPF, Louis Tomlinson & Zayn Malik, Louis gives Zayn the cold shoulder.

Date: 2016-09-06 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Any (please no SPN), any +/ any, raining when *character* is sad or upset
From: [identity profile] megan-moonlight.livejournal.com
Well, technically it's a ficlet about f!Addar, without the "+/ any" part, but the Chargers are mentioned, so I hope it's okay XD
__________

Herah had enough. Enough of selfishness of nobles who cared only about their own comfort, of having no time for herself because everyone expected her to solve their problems, as if her own troubles weren’t important at all. She tried so hard to close the Breach, but for some it was not enough. She hated that.

She leaned back against a wall behind the tavern and looked up at the sky, when she felt cool drops of water on her face and hands.

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm down, but then shook her head slightly. Why should she do that? She had every right to be angry and hurt.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Herah sighed quietly, resigned.

She wanted to scream, to hit something, but then she heard the Chargers’ cheerful voices coming from the tavern, and she remembered that some people were worth fighting for.

Date: 2016-09-06 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com
Scream(TV), any, dropping like flies.

Date: 2016-09-06 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
History RPF, author's choice, Beware the Ides of March (http://www.clichelist.net/beware-the-ides-of-march/)*


*I'm fairly sure it actually means that terrible things will happen the week before St Patrick's Day, but oh, well...

Date: 2016-09-06 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Skyrim, any, A snow job (http://www.clichelist.net/snow-job-a/)

Date: 2016-09-06 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com
any, any, a hard day's night.

Date: 2016-09-06 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com
The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, Hotter than Georgia asphalt.

Fill

Date: 2016-09-06 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helsinkibaby.livejournal.com

Caitlin groaned with relief as she opened the refrigerator, letting the cold air rush out and surround her. It danced across her skin, along her bare arms and under the spaghetti straps of the flimsy sundress which she'd deemed the least inappropriate dress to wear in the bowels of STAR Labs where the cranky air conditioning system rendered it even hotter than it was outside. Which, with Central City in the middle of an unseasonable heatwave, was really saying something. What had been fun on day one looked a whole lot different on day seven and Caitlin had even begun thinking that some of Killer Frost's powers sounded pretty good - at least they would keep her cool.


Right now, even the cold air of the refrigerator wasn't lasting for long enough and with a muffled curse she grabbed a bottle of beer - which she didn't usually drink, but desperate times and all that - and held it to the side of her neck as she slammed the refrigerator door shut. The shelves inside rattled with the force of it, almost drowning out the sound of a key sliding into the lock as the front door opened.


"Just me."


Joe sounded as tired and fed up as she felt, which was to be expected. Bad and all as the situation in STAR Labs was, Caitlin knew the situation on the streets of Central City was worse still. Tempers were the only thing higher than the temperature and the crime level was way up, meaning some of the senior officers - most of the senior officers - were logging in hours at crime scenes far below their pay grade.


"In here," she called out, waiting for him to come into the kitchen before she opened the refrigerator door again. He would probably welcome the blast of cold air even more than she had.


When he walked in, she knew she'd been right. Usually, Joe took off his jacket when he got in, oftentimes his tie too. Today though, jacket, tie and shirt were all consigned somewhere else, leaving him in a white vest and pants, sweat already glistening on his broad shoulders from just that short walk. A shiver that had nothing to do with cold or heat rippled down Caitlin's spine - working with Cisco and Barry, neither of whom shared her idea of what constituted appropriate workplace attire, she'd thought she'd seen enough of men in tank tops for the week.


Apparently, she'd been wrong.


She resisted - just about - the urge to lick her lips, especially when Joe stopped dead just inside the kitchen doorway, when his eyes travelled over her body, darkening with unmistakable desire at the amount of skin she had on display. "Tell me," he said slowly, walking over to her, never taking his eyes off hers, "you haven't been wearing that all day."


She grinned as she shrugged, then grinned some more as the movement caused one of the straps to slide down her shoulder. His eyes followed it as he came to stand right in front of her, one finger reaching out to push it back up, leaving a trail of goose flesh in its wake. "Cisco and Barry are too busy outdoing each other trying to describe how hot it is," she told him. "Cisco's currently winning, something about how it's hotter than Satan's armpit while Satan is standing on Georgia asphalt..."


The way his hands moved down her shoulders, along her sides, coming to rest on the cradle of her hips, stopped her talking and she reached out blindly, placing the bottle of beer on the counter. Her hands went to his chest, where the shock of one of them, cold from the bottle, made him shiver, suck in a sharp breath. "I don't want to talk about STAR Labs," he told her, his voice low as one hand moved down to the hem of her rather short skirt before slipping underneath and moving upwards.


Suddenly it was the last thing Caitlin wanted to talk about too.


And, as his hand moved higher, reaching a different kind of heat, she decided she didn't want to talk at all.

Re: Fill

From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com - Date: 2016-09-06 11:55 pm (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2016-09-06 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com
Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, post-kill adrenaline high leads to blood-smeared, messy sex

Date: 2016-09-06 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com
The Walking Dead, Michonne/Rick Grimes, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Not a fill

Date: 2016-09-06 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com
But this is really making my muse wanna try to fill it.

Re: Not a fill

From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com - Date: 2016-09-07 02:53 am (UTC) - Expand

fill.

From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com - Date: 2016-09-07 06:05 pm (UTC) - Expand

Re: fill.

From: [identity profile] fresh-brainss.livejournal.com - Date: 2016-09-08 02:25 am (UTC) - Expand

Re: fill.

From: [identity profile] withasmile87.livejournal.com - Date: 2016-09-08 03:26 am (UTC) - Expand
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