#prompt things

Absolutely! Also this made me check under my bed for cameras or you because I had in fact not eaten today because I am ill and hadn't psyched myself up to go make it, but I have since rectified that fact dfklgjdflkgjfd

ANYWAY, on with the prompt!

prompt list here!

19. “Have you eaten anything?”

It had been a long and hard week in Seattle for Beca. The call had come in the middle of the night, leaving her to scramble out of bed and hastily cram some clothes into a bag before heading to the airport.

Her mom was in an accident. It looked bad, really bad. Her aunt had told her that she had to get here just in case. So she did, she put all her flight anxiety to oneside and sat in the metal death tube for five and a half hours, flagged down a cab, and went straight to the hospital.

She got there just in time to say goodbye to her mom, sat squeezing her hand tightly as the life support machine was turned off, sobbing into her shoulder as she lost her mom for good.

Okay Everyone, we are getting right back into things, just as we have said! And it just so happened that we managed to have a wonderful time writing today! It was for a prompt - we will be posting that stuff tomorrow - but here is a little sneak peek into things! c:

Her body is forced to a standstill, hands grabbing onto her shoulders and the Fear shrieks through her, forcing a shudder as she chokes on the terror. She almost bolts, stops dead as she takes in the pools of glacial peace, notes the frown that instantly drowns the Fear in favor of the cold dread of Concern. She blinks, forces her brain to shift the proper gears in order to understand the situation before her.

*rubs hands together* hehehehehehe. thank you for this though, it was a fun venture! 

this is my home (you are my home) - a dousy fic

"I knew you were cheating. As a matter of fact --" He narrowed his eyes as a memory from the last hour flashed through his mind. "You tipped the Jenga tower on me on purpose , didn't you?"

As it was, Daisy simply just smirked. "It's Trouble , Agent Sousa. You can't not expect me to cause any in a game that's just named for it. And as for the Jenga, well." She held his gaze as she popped the bubble, chuckling when he swallowed hard. "Sometimes you have to put a chain of events into motion yourself if you ever want to get to where you're going."

read it on ao3!

I figured you were just being friendly! The lack of punctuation did throw me though hahaha. Anyway, for you, this fill that ended up Weirder and with More Feelings than I had originally intended <3

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“This,” Billy tells him, looking supremely bored as he says it, even though Steve can see his urge to shy away in the tension of his jaw, his shoulders, “Is really fucking stupid, Harrington.”

They’re standing chest to chest in the bathroom and there’s not really enough room for two of them in here. Steve doesn’t disagree that it’s stupid. He just also doesn’t really see that there’s any other option. “She said it’s important that you be there,” he points out, probably for the ten millionth time in the last hour.

It’s been two weeks since Billy Hargrove came back into his life, sliding into a chair at the bar Steve works at, now, at the edge of Hawkins, and ordering a beer like Steve wouldn’t drop the glass when he saw him. It’s not like he didn’t know Billy was alive. The kids had broken that news to him gently, two years and four days after they’d been sure he was dead, when El had woken up screaming and called for Will who called Mike who called Lucas who called Max who called Dustin who–finally–called Steve.

Steve had thought, because Dustin had explained the he-said-she-said nature of things, that Dustin must have heard wrong. He hadn’t been sure, at the time, what else Billy Hargrove is alive could be, but there must be something.

Except Dustin hadn’t heard wrong. Billy Hargrove was alive, and another nearly two years had passed before anyone really talked with him. According to Dustin, Max did sometimes, but just not regularly, and then he’d shown up in the bar, and, “I need a place to stay?” he’d said, once Steve was done cleaning up the glass he’d broken when he’d seen him.

And so that’s how Steve got a legally-dead, but super-actually-alive roommate, which is how they’ve ended up in the bathroom, because it’s the night of Max’s graduation from high school and Billy wants to go and Billy is also terrified of being recognized.

Probably because he’s supposed to be dead. Steve hasn’t learned a whole lot about the last four years of Billy’s life, yet, but he gets the feeling that Billy likes that people think he’s dead, which is where this whole plan had come from.

“Why,” Billy is saying slowly, “Would anyone be convinced because I’m wearing lipstick and sunglasses that I’m not–y’know, me.”

“I feel like no one would say–ow, you don’t need to bite my fucking finger–”

“You don’t need to put it in my mouth to put lipstick on me this is a fucking stupid plan–”

And this has been the last twenty minutes of Steve’s life, and it is a stupid plan, he just doesn’t have a better one. It’s not like Billy can roll up to the graduation in a Halloween mask, which had been his only contribution to plotting, thank you very much.

Steve glares at Billy, which is hard to do when they’re standing so close, because this bathroom really is small. “Stop being such an asshole and wear the lipstick,” Steve says, and then he’s gripping Billy’s jaw tight in one hand and wielding the stick of lipstick in the other.

The wielding, actually, was probably his first mistake.

- A touch after an argument - 

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It was just a stupid argument. 

At least, that’s what it felt like to Brock, an argument that never should have happened, but did anyway. Himself and Jack have been tired the past few days, work hours start to get late, and they never really have any time together, just the two of them. It came to a head when they were deciding on what to get for dinner, being bone tired all they wanted was takeout. Yet, even then they couldn’t come to a mutual agreement, which ended up spiralling into heated words, where neither one of them really won in the end.

It’s been two hours since they argued, Jack left their little townhouse and went for a drive, while Brock stayed back. For those two hours he sat on the front steps, watching the lightning flash in the distance, as he waited for Jack to come home. Dinner was an afterthought, in favour of a cigarette instead, which Brock takes a long drag from, before stubbing it out and tossing it into a bottle with a little water inside. They’ve always had petty fights now and again, but this one seems to have been brewing for awhile now, they simply didn’t see it unfolding. 

Brock sighs, then pulls his phone out of his pocket, staring down at the screen displaying the text he’d sent to Jack. 

Please come home.

As if on cue, the familiar bright lights of Jack’s motorcycle appear at the end of the street, before he slows down when he gets to the driveway of their house. Jack parks beside Brock’s car, then takes his helmet off, as Brock watches, quietly. He flicks his hair out of his face, it’s starting to get long, with a few strands of grey showing. Brock usually chirps him about it, but he can’t speak, he is also showing signs of ageing, the crows feet at the corners of his eyes being one. They’re still fairly spry in their forties though, so Brock doesn’t complain much, neither does Jack.

In the time it took Brock to come out of his thoughts, Jack was already standing in front of him, carrying a pizza box in one hand, his helmet in the other. He offers the pizza to Brock, wordlessly, and Brock takes it, because the last thing they need right now is another fight. Jack sits down beside him, sighs deeply, then turns his attention over to Brock. All they do is stare, for a moment, trying to read what the other is saying with their eyes. But it’s Jack that makes the first move, his hand coming up to cup the back of Brock’s neck, the leather of his gloves cool against Brock’s skin.

Brock leans into it, he loves to be touched, and loves to know that Jack wants to touch him too. A touch like this means more than words ever could for him, even when Jack’s gloved fingers stroke through his hair, it means so much. Jack’s hand stays when he reaches for the pizza box to open it, revealing a pizza inside that is one half his favourite, and one half Brock’s favourite. And Brock’s face goes through a hundred emotions, before he settles on a smile, directing it right at Jack, who tilts his head down to press a kiss on Brock’s temple. 

“I’m sorry,” Jack says.

Brock’s smile drops for a second.

“Me too, Jackie.”

Jack smiles and Brock’s heart stutters, because Jack’s smile is what brightens his day, it beams like sunshine. 

“Do you wanna’ go inside?”

Jack shakes his head, as he wraps his arm around Brock’s shoulder, draws him into his side, then lazily caresses his hand along Brock’s shoulder.

“Let’s stay out here for a while…it’s a beautiful night,” he replies, his voice soft.

Brock wholeheartedly agrees.

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prompt: 13 “I love you, I always have.”momojirou  |  established relationship, pro heroes future fic, fluff  |  rating: G  |  words: 303

Mina has been trying to coax all the girls to take that “Which Pro Hero Heartthrob Is Your Ideal Date?” quiz that’s been linked several times in their LINE group as a joke, but after Tsuyu, Ochako and Tooru all got Bakugou Mina transformed it into a “who can get someone else other than Bakugou” game. Kyouka has watched Kaminari taking the very same quiz five times and getting Bakugou every single time—it’s pointless.

Kyouka glances up when the couch dips next to her. Momo hands her a glass of soda with a small, private smile. For a split second Kyouka just stares at her gorgeous girlfriend—her girlfriend, it’s still so new—but she gathers herself soon enough and takes the glass. When she sees Momo dropping her hand on the couch between them, she switches the glass into her left hand and reaches out to lace their fingers together.

All of their friends know they’re dating, but this is only the second friends meetup they’ve been to as a couple, even if both were just Mina inviting the girls to her place for an afternoon.

While Kyouka wasn’t paying attention the topic switched to high school crushes. It’s only been two years since they graduated, but it still feels like forever ago when they were still “The Class A of U.A.”.

Mina is in the middle of confessing her two weeks long crush on Monoma of all people, giggling, when Kyouka squeezes Momo’s hand to get her attention.

Momo turns to her.

“Kyouka-san?”

Scared

To: [Y/N]

From: Tamaki

Y/N, I don’t want to be sounding that I’m afraid.

But, uhm……..

I’m stuck in the classroom and uhm…

There’s a rat in here…

Please send help. I’m stuck siting on this desk. Send Mirio. Send anyone. Please. I don’t wanna die here.

Late Night

To: [Y/N]

From: Tamaki

I know it’s very late right now, but I just wanted I text you because I miss you a little bit.

You’re probably asleep, but that’s fine.

Text me when you’re awake, alright? Love, Tamaki.

Scared

To: [Y/N]

From: Monoma

W-what are you saying?! I’m not afraid of bats! That’s absurd of you to be saying!!!

WHAT?!

No I didn’t admit it-

Help me, amour,

the bat is trying to get into my room… HELP ME.

SHO SHO, FLY AWAY FROM MY WINDOW.

Late Night

To: [Y/N]

From: Monoma

It is very late tonight, but I shall give you a good luck on the testing examine, love.

Do not worry if you get nervous. Think of Monoma. I will be cheering for you.