prompt table { 2016 } 100 situations

[iluvroadrunner6]

Because I intend to finish this table one way or the other - please feel free to claim prompts from the list below. Anything with a link or a strikethrough is off limits, but otherwise, comment below and I will mark your prompts as claimed!

001.	Tired	002.	Back Alley	003.	Sunrise	004.	Late	005.	Son
006.	Hot	007.	Friend	008.	Floor	009.	Cheat	010.	Think
011.	Disgust	012.	Shelter	013.	Borrow	014.	Chair	015.	Alter
016.	Peace	017.	Beach	018.	True	019.	Crazy	020.	Love
021.	New	022.	Beggar	023.	False	024.	Happy	025.	Cancer
026.	Pickpocket	027.	Reverse	028.	Deliver	029.	Arrival	030.	Fall
031.	Knife	032.	Torn	033.	Danger	034.	Neutral	035.	Mate
036.	Fly	037.	Loud	038.	Touch	039.	Seek	040.	Argue
041.	Work	042.	Sink	043.	Nut	044.	Stuck	045.	Animal
046.	Pray	047.	Kill	048.	Light	049.	Cold	050.	Affair
051.	Restaurant	052.	Movie	053.	Wait	054.	Patient	055.	Crime
056.	Choke	057.	Fever	058.	Summer	059.	Eat	060.	Thirst
061.	Chance	062.	Appear	063.	Whisper	064.	Day	065.	Scream
066.	Fail	067.	Confused	068.	Smile	069.	Come	070.	Alone
071.	Fast	072.	Slow	073.	Return	074.	Fire	075.	Positive
076.	Baby	077.	Upset	078.	Kitchen	079.	Winter	080.	Ignorant
081.	Fool	082.	Afraid	083.	Prison	084.	Sex	085.	Hate
086.	Alarm	087.	Genius	088.	Negative	089.	Flood	090.	Bomb
091.	Hospital	092.	Trap	093.	Celebrate	094.	Old	095.	Disappear
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Prompts Written: 100/100
Total Word Count: 124,261 words

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Floor - Elena/Max Guevara
Love - Chloe/Jo Harvelle
Peace - Penny/Val
Happy - Lana/Laurel or some other crossover Laurel pairing I don't care

please give me all the happy gay things

i'll never look behind me | charmed | 698 words

[and_whatwasleft]

“I’m regretting agreeing to this.”

Val is hugging her pillow to her chest with an overnight bag in on hand when Penny looks up from the tune ups she’s doing on the van, uncertainty written all over her features. Penny straightens in return, eyeing her girlfriend for a moment before asking, very carefully:

“The trip, or the means of getting there?”

“The means, mostly. I definitely want the trip.” That much is true. She then sighs, slightly exasperated. “Why won’t you just let me orb us there?”

“First of all, it’s not all about the destination – part of it is how you get there.” She then turns back to the van to continue the tweaking she’s doing. “Second of all, while Vegas may be a big walking town, it’s still going to look a little weird if we show up without any means of transportation whatsoever.”

“You think spending hours watching miles and miles of desert go by is an important part of the trip?” Val still seems skeptical and Penny sighs, before placing her wrench to the side and making her way closer to her.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then take a deep breath, and trust me. I’m sure I will absolutely make it worth your while.”

Val takes another exasperated breath, looking over the site of the van for a moment, before looking back to Penny again. “Are you sure the van is going to make it?”

Penny rolls her eyes and pushes Val forward. “Get in the damn car.”

* * * * *

The thing about road trips is that Penny has spent most of her adult life living out of the back of her van. It’s nothing to do with a lack of means – in fact, she and her brother have a great deal of means – she just likes the freedom it gives her, not to be bound to a particular place at any given time. It wasn’t until Val came into her life that she started to value the importance of walls and an apartment.

Just because she started valuing that doesn’t mean she hasn’t missed the road and the freedom it provides. And as soon as they hit the highway on the way from San Francisco to Vegas and the buildings and signs of civilization fell away, it is almost like coming home again. Val, on the other hand, passes out almost as soon as they’re going a consistent speed and doesn’t wake until Penny pulls over for lunch.

“Wake up. I want to show you something.”

There’s a bit of a grumble as her girlfriend rouses, rubbing her eyes and glancing out the window. “Where are we?”

“Middle of nowhere,” Penny replies casually as she reaches back behind them to where the cooler with the food is. “Look.”

Val glances from her to the front window of the car and as she does, her eyes widen some in surprise. “Whoa.”

Rising up ahead of them are a series of red tinted mountains set against a clear blue sky. The rock formations are banded with various shades of red, showing the wear of the world and the majesty of it, all at the same time. Sure, there were tumbleweeds and signs of decay all around them, but there’s still plenty of beauty to go around as well.

“See what I mean?” she says with a smile as she hands her a sandwich. “There’s plenty to see out here.”

Val nods as she takes the food from her, before leaning back in her seat to study it all some more. “I guess there are still things of this world I have yet to appreciate.”

“You’re welcome.”

Val rolls her eyes, before taking a bite of her sandwich. “I still think we should have orbed there.”

“Oh, come on.”

“There’s still no promises that this thing isn’t going to break down on the way there.”

“You wanna bet?”

The terms are too personal to mention here, but safe to say Penny did win – the van didn’t break down on the way to Vegas.

It does, however, break down on the way home, but that’s a story for another time.

but my love is bigger than a honda ~ dark angel/the vampire diaries ~ 696 words

[whatialways_do]

The motel room that they find themselves in is a weird kind of hodgepodge of furniture that really has no place together. Not that that’s uncommon for motel rooms after the Pulse, but this one seems to think that it’s a selling feature of some kind, and is almost all too proud to display it. Between the mismatched wallpaper, a bed that is dressed with a brightly clashing floral print, and the crushed velvet couch that seems to have been pulled out of an old Cadillac, it’s an eyesore in a way that almost literally hurts and Max is half-tempted to walk right back out the door again.

Unfortunately, it’s not like they can afford anything better, or to make a fuss.

“I regret this already.”

Elena comes in shortly behind her, glances around the rest of the room and shrugs. “I’ve slept in worse.” After that she brushes past her to drop her things in one of the corners and Max can only give her a disbelieving look.

“Seriously? Worse than this?”

“You don’t want to know. I wish I didn’t know.” Elena turns back to her girlfriend with a smirk, before making her way over to sit down on the edge of the bed. She doesn’t even take the chance to settle in before she’s standing back up again. “This bed is not going to work, though.”

“This room looks like your brain on drugs and the bed is the thing you’re complaining about?” Max makes her way over to sit in the place she did and frowns when the mattress seems to be as unforgiving as a slab of granite. She tries shifting a little, seeing if it’s just that one area, but there doesn’t seem to be any relief no matter what she does. She makes a face. “We’d be better off sleeping on the floor.”

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea,” Elena grins as she starts to pull the sheets and blanket from the bed. She tugs hard enough to force Max to her feet again before she removes them completely and makes her way over to the couch. “We can make a fort.”

“Aren’t we a little old for that kind of stuff?”

“I’m not going to hold that against you because I know you’ve had a complicated upbringing,” she replies simply as she starts to get to work. “But you’re never too old for a fort.”

An hour later, they are both shrouded in the shadows of the sheets and there’s a kind of security to it that Max hadn’t been expecting. It isn’t that she hadn’t anticipated the whimsy of it, but more that she didn’t realize that it’s a way of blocking the rest of the world away. Sure, the walls are flimsy and it wouldn’t stand up against a full press assault, but right now, in this moment, the only things that mattered were Elena and Max – no one else in the world existed.

“Alright, I take it back,” Max smirks. “This is a pretty awesome idea.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Elena smirks as she curls into her shoulder a bit. “And already way more comfortable than the bed.”

“Agreed.” Max shifts for a moment so that she’s more on her level, before turning to face her again. “I’m really glad you’re running with me.”

Elena glances back at her, almost confused by the statement. “Did you really think I would say no?”

“I don’t know,” Max gives a small shrug. “It’s always kind of a hassle to get asked to pack up your life suddenly and run without any real destination in mind. We don’t even know if we’re going to make it out of this alive.”

Elena watches her for a moment, before moving one hand to cup her cheek gently and pull her in closer. “You’re my life. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” After that, she leans in to kiss her again, deeply and soundly. Max relaxes into the kiss almost instantly and as the two of them sink to the floor to enjoy their perceived level of privacy, Max can’t help but wonder how she got so lucky.

suddenly seeing a different city ~ dctv/smallville ~ 709 words

[prosecutorial]

Laurel doesn’t arrive in Smallville so much as crash land when she’s shoved through a portal into a world unknown. Constantine had said the trip wouldn’t be easy, but that she would be safe in the hands of the other side. Part of her doesn’t want to trust it, but that’s also the same part that is entirely unprepared to leave behind her friends and family, to let them believe that she’s dead. Constantine drove the point home hard, however.

This is the only way that Sara can save her and still stop Darhk. It’s the only way they can end this once and for all. And one day, they will send Barry to bring her home, though there’s no promising when that day will be, or if they will even be able to find her. Still, Darhk is the bigger threat. Darhk must be stopped. So she agrees, and stumbles into the arms of Zatanna Zatara, who takes care of her until she’s back on her feet again.

Still, being in Smallville is such a drastic departure from what she’s used to. Eventually, she may find her way to Metropolis and live in the city again, but right now she’s getting used to the farms, used to the quiet, and used to Oliver not being her Oliver. It still stings a little, to be teased with what she can’t have, but she’s making due. And it doesn’t hurt that she made a few friends along the way.

One of those friends being Lana Lang.

Tonight was another one of their bonding nights in the apartment over the Talon, with milkshakes, French fries and terrible movies, and a moment of silence falls between then, Laurel’s hand wandering to the necklace she’s wearing absently as her thoughts drift to things she can no longer have. She’s almost completely distracted until Lana’s voice breaks through her thoughts.

“Who are you thinking about?”

Laurel blinks for a moment, her attention being drawn back to the woman next to her, and then down at the necklace in her hand. “Ollie.” There’s a beat and she clasps the charm in her hand. “My Ollie.”

“You loved him?”

“I did.” She pauses for a moment, pulling at the chain as she thinks of exactly how to phrase it. “Still do. It’s hard not to when someone’s been in your life for so long.”

“I know that feeling.”

“You and Clark?” Laurel doesn’t have to think about that guess. She has eyes, after all. Lana laughs for a moment, before nodding her agreement.

“Me and Clark. We loved each other on and off for a long time.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“We became different people, I guess. We both had different paths to follow.”

Laurel wishes that it had been something that simple for her and Oliver. It wasn’t, really. In a lot of ways, it felt like Oliver simply moved forward while she was left mired behind. She didn’t really have a path, because all roads somehow led back to him.

“I miss him,” Laurel admits softly. “As happy as I am here to be here and be alive … ”

“You miss the people you love,” Lana nods with a small smile as she shifts to settle next to her more, slipping an arm around her shoulders so that Laurel can lean into her, which she does. “That’s not an unfair thing to feel.”

Laurel pauses quietly for a moment, before looking up at Lana and choosing her next words carefully. “Is it unfair for me to feel things about people here, even though I’ll probably be leaving to go back to them eventually?”

There’s a moment of tension as Lana pauses, playing with Laurel’s hair for a moment in contemplation. “You can’t help how you feel. And personally, life is too short to spend it questioning that.” Lana then glances over with a small smile. “I think if there’s a person you feel that way about, you should just accept it for what it is. You may be better off for it.”

Laurel smirks in return, just for a moment, before shifting and settling in more firmly against Lana’s side, and turning her attention back to the movie. “I will keep that in mind.”

i see myself reflected in your eyes ~ smallville/supernatural ~ 514 words

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It’s hard to love someone who doesn’t sit still.

Jo knows this one from experience. She watched it with her parents, the way her mother sighed a little heavier when her father was gone, and the way she lit up like a Christmas tree when he returned. She remembers once, when she was little, she asked him how she would know when she met the one, and he said, in his backwards, old fashioned kind of way:

“You’ll know when you love him enough that nothing else really matters. That you’d throw away your whole life just so you can stand by his side, and he loves you enough to say that you don’t have to.”

(Some days, she wishes Ellen had insisted a little harder that Bill stay home. But in a lot of ways, she knows she’s just like him, and that’s why Ellen couldn’t get her to stay.)

There’s one thing her dad got wrong about that statement, however – Jo’s end-all and be-all, her white whale, her one to throw it all away for isn’t a man. It’s a woman. In fact, it’s a blond woman that she meets behind the counter of a small town coffee shop.

“Hi,” she says softly, eyes meeting the moment they meet. “I’m Chloe.”

And just like that, Jo is head over heels.

This isn’t to say that things are easy. Chloe is involved in some complicated things in Smallville that Jo doesn’t fully understand, and Jo still needs to hunt, feels the road call to her in a way that so few things can, but they manage, one way or another. The world is always going to be a complicated place, and if they threw in the towel just because things were weird, then they wouldn’t be the one for each other. But at the end of the day, Jo knows that if Chloe asked her to stay in Smallville, she would.

There’s one day, however, when Jo gets a message from Chloe to meet her somewhere off the grid. She doesn’t know what it’s about, but she goes, on edge for more reasons than she count, mostly starting with wondering why Chloe didn’t just call, and when she finally lays eyes on her, she knows that something is wrong. Chloe doesn’t give her much time to dwell on it, however. She just moves in, pushes her against the car, and kisses her deeply almost as though she just wants to sink into something familiar.

“Take me away from here.”

From anyone else she would think it was corny. From Chloe, she knows that something is up.

“Is everything okay?”

“I’ll explain when we get there. Can we just go anywhere but here?”

“Yeah,” Jo says with a nod, before putting Chloe in the car and beginning to drive in the direction of her mother’s bar. “We can go anywhere you want.”

She doesn’t know what the next chapter of this story is going to hold, but she knows that as long as Chloe is by her side, she can make it through anything.

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That's all.