gorysortofstory | Writing Prompt Table.

Basically? My writing muse has been kicking my ass lately, so I want to copy a few other people and steal a prompt table from 100_situations on LJ and offer it up for claims. Feel free to claim as many as you like, and I'll try to get to them eventually. Just give me a pairing (canon, crossover or a game pairing or whatever) and a game or verse (or leave it open, also an option) and I'll try to eventually get to them. It doesn't have to be a romantic ship either, just any group of characters will work.

001.	Finger	002.	Bad	003.	Intelligence	004.	Announce	005.	Day
006.	Murder	007.	Sad	008.	Plan	009.	Ill	010.	Secret
011.	Behind	012.	Want	013.	Stranded	014.	Wealthy	015.	Marriage
016.	Affected	017.	Long Hours	018.	Worthy	019.	Sinful	020.	Obvious
021.	Caught	022.	Splatter	023.	Flight	024.	Slip	025.	Escape
026.	Honor	027.	Ashamed	028.	Attentive	029.	Motivated	030.	Grovel
031.	Swear	032.	Shoot	033.	Switch	034.	Promise	035.	Crawl
036.	Hell	037.	Grin	038.	Hug	039.	Burn	040.	Kiss
041.	Mute	042.	Suffocate	043.	Punch	044.	Exile	045.	Plead
046.	Strong	047.	Defenseless	048.	Discover	049.	Action	050.	Sport
051.	Memorable	052.	Die	053.	Missing	054.	Luck	055.	Rescue
056.	Abort	057.	Possessed	058.	Graveyard	059.	Trail	060.	Walk
061.	Plunge	062.	Jump	063.	Self-conscious	064.	Suspicious	065.	Mistake
066.	Complicated	067.	Black Out	068.	Reveal	069.	Grotesque	070.	Swim
071.	Resign	072.	Nonsense	073.	Declare	074.	Corrupt	075.	Wrong
076.	Right	077.	Administer	078.	Embrace	079.	Argue	080.	Lose
081.	Monster	082.	Hit	083.	Build	084.	Destroy	085.	Breathe
086.	Assist	087.	Stab	088.	Bite	089.	Hunger	090.	Passage
091.	Drama	092.	Haunted	093.	Crisis	094.	Dirty	095.	Emotional
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

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THIS IS ELLA ignore my random journal.

Matt/Rebekah || 068. Reveal
Elena/Rebekah || 092. Haunted
Tyler/Matt || 086. Assist
Rebekah/Klaus || 031. Swear

Obviously, you don't have to do them all. :D Some are obviously shippy in nature but the others aren't! Take free reign with what you'd like. :3

The last place Matt ever expected to find Rebekah was at Vicki's grave. It was a slip up, mentioning his sister to her at all (but how can he not mention her, it'd be like pretending she was never there at all). Still, he had been coming to pay his respects, and who should be standing there but the beautiful blonde original (in his head, it's okay to admit she's beautiful, it's not like anyone with eyes doesn't already know that).

He approached her, wondering if it was some sort of scheme. He hated thinking like that, but he knew it would be foolish to forget what she is (but he found himself doing that all the time anyways). "Why are you here?"

"I was paying respects," She said in a quiet voice. She had seen more people die in her time than live, it's the unavoidable truth of being a vampire, and yet, she still knew the sting of loss. It never lessened over the years. She had been around Matt's age when Henrik died (the catalyst to everything else) and then her mother (not by at the hands of her father, but her brother. the same brother she had pledged herself to for a thousand years). And then, she found herself speaking again.

"I lost a younger sibling myself, back before my parents turned us."

It surprised Matt, hearing that. It was too easy to forget she had to have had a life before this, before she was like this. She had lived more lives than he could ever imagine. But he tried to push it away, that pang he already felt whenever he thought of Vicki.

"That so?" He tried to sound casual. He doubted he succeeded.

She nodded. There was something about Matt, something so normal, it made her compelled to show an amount of honest that one would usually have to try hard to get out of her.
"Niklaus took Henrik out late at night, to see the wolves." She didn't have to expand for him to know what she meant. Werewolves. "He did not survive. He was just a child."

"I'm sorry." His words came out more choked than he would have liked. More strained than he had planned on. But he knows that weight of loss. No one that young should experience that kind of loss. And it struck him in that moment that she, just like him and all his friends, had been thrown into all this unfairly.

"Me too. " She paused, looking down at the grave once more. "Do you wish to tell me about her?"

And he can't. His throat constricted as soon as he tried. It was still too hard, too recent. The loss too acute. It had only been a couple of months ago that he had been trying to kill himself just for a chance to see Vicki again.

"No."

She peered at him for a moment. "Would you prefer I leave you alone? I didn't mean to intrude." And she hadn't. But there was no grave for Henrik anymore, it was lost to time and progression. So she had chosen his sister's place instead.

He nodded and in another moment she was gone. There was both a sense of relief and disappointment at that. He knew it was better she left. The last thing he can do is trust her, but more and more, he's seeing that she was just a girl, really. She had lost like all of them had. And in a thousand years, she still felt the sorrow of loss. That had to mean something.

He glanced down at his sister's grave now, gulping.

What it meant, he couldn't figure out though.

Edited 2012-09-09 02:40 (UTC)

alskdjfasldfkjaskdlfja KATIE THIS IS PERFECTION SCREAMS augh it's like you took absolutely everything I love about Matt and Rebekah and condensed it all together into this beautiful fic. I love it so, so much. And I love them so much. I never knew I loved them, or even Matt and Rebekah on their own, so much until I began writing them with you. It's so much fun, and I'm always happy you're willing to play it.

THANK YOU SO MUCH for this it made me smile so hard, you're awesome. :D

vdcfdhgrtegth THAT GIF ;;

I'm so glad you liked it ;; and them. I enjoyed what little of a spark we saw of them in canon but rping them with you has made me absolutely love and adore them so I'm glad I was able to capture that for you ;;

Tyler’s never realized how big his house is before. He’s objectively always known, it’s hard to step foot in the Lockwood estate and not see how big it is but he feels it now more than ever. He’s the only one left. Hayley’s split town (not that he’d let her stay here anymore anyways), the other hybrids are all dead, and his mother’s dead too.

A few days ago the place had been filled with mourners, just like it had been when his dad died. People kept telling him how sorry they were for his loss. How tragic it was for her to accidently drown. But Tyler knows the truth. It was no accident. It was punishment.

He’s locked up his mom’s room. He can’t go in there. It’s too personal. Too soon. People from the historical societies of Mystic Falls keep calling him and asking him what he wants to do with her stuff, all the antiques his mother had collected for the history of the town and eventually he just shuts his phone off. He doesn’t have any answers.

So instead he’s sitting in his father’s study, nursing a bottle of bourbon all by himself. Caroline will probably come by later to check on him, but he’s not really sure he can take it. He doesn’t know what to say to her questions. He’s not okay. He’s not sure he’ll ever be okay because he didn’t just lose his mom but he lost his pack too. And he’s lost Mason, and Jules and his father (as fucked up as his dad was, he was still his dad) and he’s just so tired of losing.

He wishes the whole switch thing for emotions was real. That he could just turn it off. The pain. The anger. That feeling like no matter how hard he tries, he’s always going to let people down.

He doesn’t hear the door open, or doesn’t notice it anyways. Doesn’t really notice anything until suddenly he registers the heavy wait of an arm around his shoulders. He looks up. It’s Matt.

‘Caroline send you to check on me?” Tyler asks. He and Matt never get a chance to see each other much anymore. Lives get busy. It happens. He’s heard Matt’s been helping Jeremy. Good. Somebody should be.

“What?” Matt shakes his head. “No, man. I just thought you might need some company. I know after Vik died – well, it sucked being alone, you know?”

Tyler nods a little numbly. It does suck. He knows. He can feel it everywhere around him, how alone he is, how big and empty this house suddenly is. He fills another glass with alcohol. “You’re going to need to help me with this then.”

Matt hesitates for a second, as if wondering if this was really the best course of action but then he smirks faintly, nodding. “I think I can manage that.”

If nothing else he can at least help Tyler feel not so alone for a bit.

omg katie this was perfect. ow ;o; boys, augh.

i love them so much. and this so much. thank you for writing it. 8(

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I'm glad you liked it 8( I love them too.

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