Writing Prompt Table.

[desertions]

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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I Know You Feel Like The Walls Are Closing In On You - Tyler and Matt - 500 Words

[lockwood]

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.

[forsake]

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

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

[lockwood]

;o;

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