requests } { 100 situations

[iluvroadrunner6]

Okay. Here's the deal.

My writing muse has been kicking me in the ass. I want to try and jumpstart it. So here is the plan: under the cut there is a table of prompts that I stole from 100_situations. You give me a verse and/or pairing and a prompt, and I will write you comment fic.

It doesn't have to be something we play. It could just be something that you know I know. Crossovers are gold. Cracky funtime prompts are even better. You can give me as many as you want, but do keep in mind that there are only a hundred prompts and you do need to share.

I will try to get as many of these as I can done this week so that they're not other there forever as they usually are. Just MAKE ME WRITE. Please. I will guarantee you at least a hundred words.

Thank you.

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: 37/100
Total Word Count: 38,549 words

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all you have to do is squeeze your little finger | velocity of saul | 832 words

[not_unreasonable]

When it comes to Halliwell family gatherings, it’s all about who has the bigger gun.

Nerf gun, to be specific.

Though, granted, that had been when they were kids. Now it was paintball guns, and for every birthday, it has become a sacred Halliwell family tradition, one that is not broken for weather, demons, significant others, or …

… Well, okay, there’s one thing it’s broken for. But only in extreme circumstances.

Wyatt and Chris wait at the bottom of the stairs, listening to the very unappealing sounds coming from the upstairs bathroom. “This isn’t good,” Chris sighs, running a hand through his hair. “We need a back-up plan.”

“Just wait and see what Mom says.”

It takes a minute, but eventually Piper starts to make her way down the stairs and glances over at her two sons. Then she shakes her head. “Sorry, boys. You’re going to have to find someone to cover for Melinda.”

There’s a collective groan from the two of them, and Chris buries his head in his hands. “We can’t just replace Melinda.”

“Why not? It’s just paintball. You have plenty of friends.”

Wyatt cringes a bit. “It’s not just paintball. It’s magical paintball. We can’t exactly invite anyone.”

“Magical,” Chris says, straightening up and flashing his brother a grin. “I might know someone.” He’s orbing away before Wyatt can even question what he’s doing.

He appears a few seconds later in the middle of Bonnie’s dorm room, and is met by two pairs of eyes that do not belong to his girlfriend. One is his girlfriend’s roommate, who already knows about the whole orbing thing, but the other is blond, pretty, but not someone he recognizes. She is just as surprised as he is.

“Elena, a man just appeared in your room in a column of sparkly lights.”

“I noticed.” Elena smirks, before turning to Chris. “This is Caroline. She’s in on the whole magic thing. Care, this is Chris.”

The blond’s eyebrows went up even further. “The Chris? Bonnie’s Chris?”

“The one and only.”

Caroline huffs. “I want a boy that appears in a column of sparkly lights.”

Elena shoves Caroline’s shoulder playfully, before looking up at Chris again. “Bonnie should be back soon. What’s up?”

“I need her help with something.” There’s the sound of the door opening behind him, and he spins around and flashes Bonnie a grin. “Great, you’re here.”

Bonnie looks confused. “I thought you were going home for your brother’s birthday.”

“Yeah, slight snafu with that. Hence me needing your help.”

“ … Sure. What can I do?”

“How do you feel about paintball?”

***

Chris orbs them back to the paintball field, and Wyatt is starting to look a little frantic. His eyes go wide when he sees his little brother, and then they fall to Bonnie. “Who’s this?”

“This is Bonnie. She’s going to fill in for Mel.”

PJ and Parker raise matching eyebrows with each other. “You’re serious?” PJ frowns. “She’s your second?”

“Does she even know how to play?” Parker sounds behind her sister, and Wyatt is asking him the same question with his eyes.

Chris looks to Bonnie. Bonnie raises an eyebrow at them back, before cocking her paintball gun. “I think I can handle it.”

PJ and Parker don’t look impressed, but their sister and their Matthews siblings are coming up next to them, and they don’t really have time to argue. “Fine. Game on.”

And with that, they beam out of sight. Bonnie’s eyes go a little wide. “That wasn’t orbing.”

“Nope,” he smirks, before extending a hand to her. “Let’s kick their ass anyway.”

***

Three hours later, Chris and Bonnie are arriving back in Bonnie’s dorm room, covered in dirt and paint and laughing. “I thought Parker was going to punch me in the face for a second there.”

“Parker always looks like she’s going to punch someone in the face. It’s not just you.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” Bonnie sighs as she drops the paintball gear to the side. “That was a lot of fun.”

“It was,” Chris nods, starting to shed his own. “Thank you for putting up with me springing it on you like that.”

“It’s fine. And it was fun. I had a really good time.”

“Good. I am also supposed to inform you, that as part of the winning team, after you get cleaned up you’re invited back to the house for cake.”

“I will hop in the shower, then.”

Chris nods. “I will zip home to clean up myself, but when you’re ready, just give me a call.”

“Sounds good,” she says, before starting to gather some of her things together. “I’ll go hop in the shower.”

As she starts to pass by him for the door, he reaches out for her arm to pull her closer again. “One more thing.” He leans in, and kisses her softly. “Best girlfriend ever.”

She grins widely as she returns the kiss. “You better not forget it.”