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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[trigeminalheadache]

Confused - Snowbarry
Afraid - Caitlin/Jay (shhh I'm trashy)

won't you stop and remember me ~ the flash ~ 553 words

[iluvroadrunner6]

Caitlin remembers this kind give and take built in fear.

Her mother rules her home life with an iron fist built of cruel words. While she would never physically strike Caitlin for any reason, her words do the job well enough. Caitlin copes by exceeding expectations, making sure her appearance was always perfect, her speech impeccable, soft spoken and non-confrontational – it becomes a situation she knows all too well how to survive.

If Caitlin’s cold, she learns it from her mother, and she knows it. She breaks away after she gets the job at STAR Labs, meets Ronnie, builds a life that wasn’t about constantly raising the bar and exceeding what was expected of her. She had thought, before Jay (Hunter, it’s Hunter now), before Zoom, that she didn’t have to cow to anyone’s expectations anymore. Unfortunately, however, the moment she sets foot in Zoom’s prison, the same coping mechanisms come into play again.

It’s a very delicate balance, this dance between the two of them. Caitlin refuses to cower, to be fearful, to make him think he’s any more superior to her than he already is, but she also doesn’t confront him, not in the way she should. Cisco would mouth off to him, up until the point it gets him in trouble. Barry would try to reason with him or fight him – she isn’t entirely sure which, though … Barry doesn’t really have his speed anymore, does he?

“You should eat.” His voice is demanding, insistent, and she eats because she has to, in order to survive, and she doesn’t want to make him angry.

“You can’t keep me here forever,” she reminds him, and he doesn’t seem all that convinced. Even if what she says is the truth, he’s too deluded by his own power to see otherwise.

Zoom thinks that she will come to love him, and she lets him believe it. Zoom thinks that with time, her feelings will return, and she lets him believe that too. What he doesn’t know is that her feelings for him, for Jay, never really went away. She knows enough about emotions to know that they don’t go away that easily, but instead of making her feel warm and hopeful, they’ve twisted in on themselves like daggers jabbing at her insides. It isn’t just attraction anymore, now there also comes shame and guilt for not seeing what she was supposed to see in the first place.

“You’ll love me again,” he says as he forces the tray of food at her, expecting her to eat and implying all of the consequences that come if she doesn’t do as he says. “You’ll see that I’m still the same. What we had was real.”

It isn’t that she disbelieves him. She knows that this is real – it wouldn’t hurt this much if it wasn’t – but she needs to believe that she is stronger than he believes her to be. She needs to hope that she’ll find a way to get out of this.

She can’t be afraid anymore. Or maybe she simply needs to be brave. The one thing she does know, however, is that the status quo isn’t going to work for her this time around.

This time, she has to do more than just dodge the blows – she has to fight them.

[trigeminalheadache]

Oh my god, this is perfect! I love this so much.

[iluvroadrunner6]

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i'm hooked and i can't stop starin' | the flash | 624 words

[supertardiness]

“That … is a butt.”

Barry can already picture the look on Caitlin’s face as she exhales behind him, the kind of exasperated sigh that comes with not really knowing what to do with the person in front of them, but pleasantly endeared all the same. Or, at least, he hopes she’s pleasantly endeared. Especially considering his brain to mouth filter seemed to have disappeared when he developed super speed.

“Yes, Barry. That is a butt.” She steps up next to him and links one arm through his, leaning in to rest against his shoulder just slightly in response. “In fact, it happens to be a very colorful butt.”

“Thank you. This may be the first interpretation we’ve agreed on all night.” He shifts his stance just enough to allow her to lean closer, and his face is clearly grinning, just to make it clear that he knows he’s getting on her case and that he means no harm by it. Whether or not she will harm him later remains to be seen, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to restrain himself.

“That’s not an interpretation. That is a statement of fact.” She corrects him gently before turning and facing the piece again. “Art is about how it makes you feel, not what you see.”

“Well, the only thing I’m really feeling from this is that Sir Mix-a-Lot would be proud,” he sighs softly, before moving to step down to the next piece on the wall. “He would probably hang that in his foyer.”

“You think so?”

“It does seem to be his aesthetic,” he jokes before rounding the corner back to what seems to be more serious pieces. “And you know, it’s not that I don’t like art. It’s just sometimes I don’t really get it.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you said art is supposed to be about how it makes you feel, right?” She nods in response, and Barry continues. “Then what do you do if it makes you feel confused? Or just completely out of your league.”

“There’s no right or wrong answer to art, Barry,” she replies gently as they make their way into a room of Renaissance religious art. “You just feel what you feel. And some snobby, supposedly educated people may tell you you’re wrong, but as far as I’m concerned, they can take their opinion and shove it.”

He smirks at that, before nodding in agreement. “Glad to have you on my side.”

“Anytime.”

They wander their way through the rest of the museum, giving Barry a chance to provide color commentary that surely annoyed all of the serious art lovers in the room, but he does make a note to Caitlin of what he does actually think, because she’s right – art isn’t just for the art snobs, and he feels like he can at least share it with her, if nothing else.

When they finally make their way outside, Barry slips an arm around her shoulders as he turns to lead the way back to her car. Part of him is a little antsy to move, not sit in a car and drive much slower than he would normally go, and Caitlin seems to sense that before they even make it all the way to her car.

“Want to meet me at the restaurant?”

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t want it to feel like he’s ditching her, since this is a date after all, but he also doesn’t really want to sit in a car either.

“I’m sure. You’ll probably beat me there so you can make sure they save our table.”

“I’m on it,” he grins, before leaning in to kiss her briefly. “See you there.”

And with that, he’s gone in a flash.

[trigeminalheadache]

!!! I love it.

[supertardiness]

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