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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[longmagpieroads]

97. Stopwatch - Alaric, Damon, Stefan, and Jack Harkness as hockey players

076. Baby - Danny/Diana (I NEED THIS LIKE BURNING)

078. Kitchen - Toby/Tybalt and Tybalt's cousin Parker.

043. Nut - White Collar Crossover with Toby Daye series.

transition's our profession and we don't work nine to five | october daye/white collar | 936 words

[alias_savant]

Neal Caffrey doesn’t make a point of letting the fae find him easily.

Changelings aren’t really wanted as a general rule and are rarely ever treated as productive members of society. It’s possibly the reason why he’s turned into the thief that he is—if the fae don’t think he can be productive, he chooses to prove them wrong in the most unproductive way possible. Plus, the cat and mouse game keeps him engaged, keeps him busy and out of fae business which is far more dangerous than him stealing some art.

He plays the game and lets the human catch him, because Peter and Elizabeth are good people, and Peter is his favorite kind of person. Intelligent, moral, warm—everything that the fae are not, and that’s why Neal keeps his distance and keeps away from the Summerlands. He hopes that in return, they can keep away from him. All of them.

Well, all of them except for a select few.

He’s in a bar just on the edge of his radius. He could have easily fooled the device into making it think he’s still within his radius, but he’s trying not to fall back into bad behavior. That would defeat the purpose of the game, and it’s a game he’s still interested in playing. But Toby wants to meet him, and he didn’t want Peter’s attention being turned to Toby. Alex, Mozzie—they are already in the game. Toby doesn’t really have the patience for them.

He’s setting up the pool table to break, a bowl of peanuts resting on the edge when he hears her come in. He knows that it has to be her. He learned the pace of her steps long ago, but he doesn’t bother to look up, just keeps setting up the pool table until he hears her voice in his ear.

“You never change.”

He can’t help the smile that crosses his face. It’s brilliant and charming as ever, but he knows her well enough by now to know that she isn’t going to fall for it. It’s one of the things he likes about her.

“I change,” he says with a smirk. “Just not in the way you’re thinking.” He grabs the pool cue and leans against the side of the pool table, before extending it out to her. “Do you want to break?”

“I’m not here to play, Caffrey.”

“Then you’re clearly not having any fun, which is a federal offense as well as being a shame.”

“Federal? Really?”

“I would know. I’m working for the FBI now.” There’s a coy sort of look in her direction at that, and when that doesn’t work, he holds the pool cue out to her like it’s a stick and she’s a puppy, and the look crosses into ‘you know you want to’ territory. He and Toby have not been friends this long without him learning a few tricks that get her to do what he wants. Luckily for her, he only uses his powers for good, not evil.

“Fine. I’ll break.”

He grins as he hands off the cue, before going to grab one of his own. “So. Why the need for the meeting?”

“I wanted to tell you in person. Devin—”

“He’s dead,” Neal replies softly. “Word tends to travel a little faster than you get here. That and it happened almost six months ago.” He’s not angry. He’s just surprised that she didn’t think that he would hear before now, but he doesn’t think that she thought he didn’t know. It’s just her way of not jumping right into asking for a favor. “Are you okay?” After all, she was closer to him than Neal was.

He remembers that much.

“He was in trouble.” She takes her shot and the balls scatter across the table like brightly colored blurs. “He killed Evening.”

That he hadn’t heard. “He killed the Winterrose?” His voice drops just an octave so that they’re not overheard. “I’m surprised he wasn’t dead sooner.”

“It took some time to figure out who,” she sighs, stretching up to line up another shot.

“Meaning he played you like a fiddle.” She also counts on Neal not to pull his punches. That much hasn’t changed either. “What are you doing here, October?”

She hesitates just a little, before shifting so that she’s leaning against the cue. “I need a favor. A … slightly illegal one.”

“How illegal?” he frowns. “Breaking and entering illegal?”

“I need you to forge something.”

“Do I get to know what you need it for?”

“I’d really prefer if you didn’t.”

There’s another pause as he weighs the pros and cons. Toby is one of his oldest friends, and he knows that she wouldn’t ask him to do this if there isn’t a good reason behind it, but on the other hand, Peter is counting on him to be on the straight and narrow. To play the game how it’s supposed to be played. To not break the law.

“I’m not looking to ruin what you have going with Peter, Neal. It’s good for you. I’m not going to make you screw it up.” But the undercurrent to that statement is that she needs him. That she doesn’t have anywhere else to go.

This is why when Toby asks, he’ll give.

“Get it to me,” he says with a slow nod. “I’ll make sure you have what you need. Just make sure it stays off the FBI’s radar.”

“They won’t even know it happened,” she says with a smile, reaching forward and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you, Neal.”

“Anytime.”

and hear my voice like a serenade | two halves make a whole | 699 words

[iluvroadrunner6]

“ … I feel like I’m missing something. In fact, I’m missing about nine months of something.”

Diana looks up from the screaming baby in her arms, trying to do that bouncy thing that she’s seen mothers do before and hoping that it calms her down. She doesn’t even know why she let herself decide that this was an okay way to spend her evening, but she has a real problem with saying no when it comes to friends in trouble. From the doorway, Danny is looking at her like she has a lot of explaining to do, and personally, she can’t really blame him there. But first things first, in case he needs a bit of clarification.

“This isn’t mine. Or ours. Or in any way related to us.”

Danny pauses for a moment before nodding. “Okay. Missing considerably less than I thought. Why do you have a baby?”

At the mention of the word baby, almost as though on cue, Dylan lets out a monstrous howl, and Diana gives him an exasperated face, before trying to bounce more earnestly. “Because I told – ” Her voice trails off when Dylan starts overpowering her, and she must damn near look like she’s about to cry herself because before she can protest, Danny is reaching forward to take the baby from her, settling him on his hip. Diana watches as he calms down almost instantly, and she can’t help but gape a bit at the results. “ – okay, how did you do that?”

“I’ve got the dad touch,” he says, flashing the baby a wide smile. “You just have to show him who’s boss.”

Diana stares at him for a moment, before sighing and taking a step back to flop into her couch, hands covering her eyes for a moment. “I am so in over my head.”

“You are not in over your head. You’re just not used to it.” He moves to sit on the couch next to her, still cradling a now quiet Dylan in his arms. “Its something that takes a bit of practice. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted Grace to just give it a rest already when she was first born, but we worked it out.” There’s a pause as Dylan starts to nod off before glancing back to her again. “I again ask, why do you have a baby?”

“Because a friend of mine needed an emergency babysitter to save her plans for the night. I wasn’t doing anything, and I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard can it be?”

Danny smirks a bit. “Bet you’re regretting that life choice now, aren’t you?”

“You betcha.” One hand comes up to cover her eyes as she takes a deep breath, feeling the anxiety she was feeling earlier start to drift away. “I was so not made for this.”

“You say that now. You have kids of your own and you’ll be whistling a different tune, trust me. I used to say the same thing.”

“Well, right now I’m just glad for your wealth of dad experience. If it had gotten any worse I was going to call you anyway.” She then blinks, turning the situation over in her head for a moment, before glancing back to him. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“What am I doing here?” He smirks a bit as he glances back to her, before raising an eyebrow. “Last I checked, we were supposed to have dinner.”

“Yeah, but on Tuesday. Today isn’t … ” There’s a beat. “Today is totally Tuesday, isn’t it?”

“Has since midnight last night.”

“Damnit,” she runs a hand over her face before glancing back to him. “I’m so sorry. I completely spaced out.”

“It’s fine. I was just going to suggest we order a pizza and watch a movie anyway.” He gets up to move Dylan to his baby carrier, before glancing back at her. “But for this imposition I may demand extra pepperoni as a topping.”

Diana smirks a bit at that, before nodding as she gets to her feet. “I’ll call Gino’s, you pick the movie.”

Danny nods with a smile, before heading towards the shelves. “Sounds perfect.”

you can catch yourself and catch on fire | leverage/october daye | 665 words

[iluvroadrunner6]

“I like him, you know.”

Parker turns her eyes from Hardison for a moment, before turning her attention back to Toby, her cousin’s favorite changeling. She’s probably Parker’s favorite changeling to, if she thought about things that way, but for the most part she’s quite comfortable in thinking of Toby as Tybalt’s. It’s been a very long time since she’s seen Tybalt that happy.

They’re sitting in the kitchen of Nate’s apartment, the “inner sanctum” if you will. Hardison had just gone on a tirade about how they can’t let civilians into the Bat Cave (Parker), and when he found out that no, it’s okay, Toby’s a private investigator, Parker can’t really say he was much happier. For now he seems to have settled into an uncomfortable staring contest with Tybalt while Parker (quietly) talks to Toby.

“You do?” Parker glances back to Hardison before turning to look at the woman next to her. “Good. I like him too.”

“I can tell.”

Parker pauses again, before she, in turn, decides to stare at Toby instead, using the same unnerving stare that Tybalt was currently using on Tybalt. “You’re doing that thing again, when you don’t mean exactly what you say.”

Toby’s eyebrows go up, but before she can respond, the light on the coffeemaker goes off and she immediately makes a beeline for it. “Oh look. There’s coffee.”

“Toby.”

Parker lithely pushes herself the counter, that Cait Sidhe grace being used to her advantage yet again. She follows her to the coffee pot, prepared to stare her down until she got the answer she was looking for. She knows that she probably should have tried to beat her to the coffee pot, but given that that isn’t what happened she decides to just keep pushing.

“What do you mean?”

“It means you like him. I haven’t seen you like someone in a very long time.”

Parker makes a bit of a face at that, before glancing back to him. “He doesn’t treat me like I’m weird. He just treats me like a person.”

Toby turns to watch Hardison with her, stirring her coffee idly as she does. “That’s not easy to find.”

“No, it’s not.” Parker rubs her hand against the opposite arm for a moment, before shaking her head. “It’s a bad idea, though. I mean … we couldn’t … you know. I wouldn’t be able to tell him anything.”

“You could. You could claim him, bring him in to the Court. Tell him the truth.”

“And what if he doesn’t believe me? Or he actually starts to treat me like I’m weird.” She fears losing that understanding from him more than anything else. She wouldn’t know what to do if she lost it. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“The beginning is always a good place,” Toby replies gently. “And from the way he looks at you – I think he’d get it. For what it’s worth.”

Parker pauses, glancing back to her with a considering look. Toby always got people better than she did. “It’s worth a lot.”

Toby gives her a small smile, before downing her coffee and charging forward to take Tybalt by the arm. “C’mon sweetie. I think we’ve intruded on Parker enough for one day.”

Tybalt glances back to her for a moment, before turning back to Hardison. “No, I don’t think I’m done yet.”

“Nope. You’re done.” She guides him towards the door before giving Parker a bit of a wave. “It was nice seeing you again, Parker.”

“You too, Toby. I’ll come home soon.” That is more for Tybalt’s benefit than Toby’s, and he takes it for what it is, giving a small nod to her, and one last glare to Hardison before the two of them disappear out the door. Hardison comes up next to her as they go, and he shakes his head.

“No offense, Parker, but your family is really unsettling.”

Parker smirks a bit at that, before shaking her head. “None taken.”

but someday you'll pay the price i know | the vampire diaries/torchwood | 593 words

[iluvroadrunner6]

“How are we getting our asses spanked by the English?”

“I’m pretty sure most of them are Welsh.”

“Close enough.” Damon rolls his eyes a bit as he leans back against the hockey bench. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate a good, spirited game, but the fact that he, Stefan and Alaric – two of whom have preternatural strength and speed – are losing a hockey game to a bunch of out of towners. “Isn’t hockey an American sport?”

“Actually, it’s Canadian,” Alaric replies dryly. “And is also an Olympic sport, so I’m fairly certain it actually exists in Europe.”

There’s a brief look from the vampire, indicating that he really doesn’t give a crap about the actual origin of hockey, he was simply complaining just to complain, but it’s gone as soon as it’s there and he’s back to being annoyed again. “So. How are we going to handle this?”

“We could just … play the game. Win or lose fairly, as this is supposed to be all out of good fun?” Stefan’s suggestion is met with silence from the rest of the bench and he shakes his head. “This is going to end very badly.”

“Since they’re your mystery Europe friends, you’d think that the least you could do is actually give a useful suggestion on how to beat them,” Damon points out, and eyeing Jack, Ianto and Owen from where they’re gliding around on the ice. “I’d also like to point out that I’m not above compelling them to secure my dignity.”

“You can’t compel them.”

Damon glares. “Why? Because it would ruin your ‘good fun’?”

“No. Because Jack can’t be compelled, and if he caught on that you were doing it to his team, he wouldn’t take it well and these?” He holds up the hockey stick in his hand so that Damon can see it. “Made of wood, last I checked. He won’t kill you, but he will definitely hurt you.”

His brother’s eyes narrow for a moment, as though he’s considering the proposition, before tipping his head to the side. “Is he a vampire?”

“He was out in the daylight without a ring. What do you think?”

“Then why can’t he be compelled?” The question actually comes from Alaric with a fair degree of concern. “Is he on vervain?”

“Nope,” Stefan shrugs. “He’s human from what I can tell, but for some reason, that particular trick doesn’t work.”

“So you put us up against a trio of hockey playing Welshmen one of whom can’t be compelled into losing and what, expected us just to fend for ourselves?” Damon seems offended by the prospect.

Stefan considers for a moment, before nodding slowly. “That was the idea, yes. Considering this was just supposed to be a bit of fun and it is what normal people do – take their losses like a man.” He takes a few chugs of water before picking up his stick and getting to his feet again. “So I’m going to go enjoy playing a game I like. If you guys want to join me, you’re more than welcome to.”

And with that, he starts to skate off in the direction of the rest of the group. Damon and Alaric stare after him for a moment, before Alaric sighs and starts to get to his feet as well. “Guess you’re just going to have to handle this the old fashioned way, buddy.”

Damon glares after both of them for a moment before shaking his head as he gets up to follow them. “Why couldn’t it have been football?”