#prompt squad

[teaspirationss]

lately things have been so heavy,

& all I want to do is look for your

smile, I’ve always felt like empty

hallways, but nothing is still & it’s

so hard for me to hold myself like

I’m a person with a self & a heart,

but you saw my bruises & you kissed

them anyway - if I could go back in

time I would find you before the

world tried to make us

impossible

[stargazerinmoksha]

string me along with the words we left for tomorrow or another day that just won’t come, i’ve been known to chase after things that resemble fire and smoke— i have caught myself ablaze because love doesn’t look pretty when it’s crying, how many years will we spend this way? my best guess is not a second longer than it needs to be happen, my happy looks a lot like you when you’re smiling, so i’ve been trying to make sense of you. my heart doesn’t know how to read in between the lines, so i’ve been making a mess out of mixed signals and lost lullabies. a retro-themed lover is sure to make me last, my hunger for more will always be our last. if love looks like you when you’re sleeping, then i can love you forever. I want to feel the kind of peace that lets me sleep through the night again, the kind of kiss that templates my insecurities to your heart. I would love you so hard and hold you so gently; I would never, ever break you. Just hold me when you can, love, and I will hold you too. sometimes when I put the windows down in my car, I like to pretend that the wind is just your hands in my hair. The world is ending anyway, so why don’t we kiss about it? I had no idea what I couldn’t live without until I found you. Darling, you will always find me lost in you. do people write more when they feel loved or when they don’t? i write some of my best words when i miss you, but isn’t this lingering sadness just another way for me to find my way back to you? these days i’m starting to understand that you don’t need. you just need me to be there, and how could i ever reject such a simple request? you can have my heart forever. it’s that simple.

— ate & bunso

[lillabelle]

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be in bed?" "Carry me" Dekukami

SOME FLOOF

Word count: 364

When Recovery Girl ordered someone to stay in bed, they stayed in bed no matter what. They harassed their friends over text to get things done for them, but if time was needed to rest, they damn better get it. So when Midoriya saw Kaminari in the early AMs of the morning, he immediately went into scolding mother mood.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” Midoriya asked, crossing his arms. In front of him, Kaminari froze, peeking past the refrigerator door with wide eyes.

“I wanted a snack. All my friends are asleep, and I didn’t want to bother you. Well, Bakugou saw my messages and chose not to respond. So, I got up to get it myself.” Kaminari shrugged, closing the door. “It’s not a big deal, it’s not like I even got that hurt.”

Midoriya frowned. “You’re permanently scarred from the wound.”

“And you continue fighting even after you break your bones,” he pointed out. “Getting up to get a snack? Not a big risk at all.”

Midoriya continued staring on in mild disapproval until Kaminari sighed and walked over to him. “I know I freaked you out, but I’m fine.” He looped his arms around Midoriya’s neck and pulled him closer, resting their foreheads together. Midoriya was a lot taller than he originally was his first year. It was weird to have him go from being the small boyfriend to the big one. It was fun stealing his clothes at least.

Sighing, Midoriya wrapped his arms around the small of back. “I’m happy to do things for you, text me next time.” He craned his head back to press a kiss onto Kaminari’s forehead. “Now get back to bed.”

“Carry me.” It wasn’t a question, Kaminari suddenly let his body weight fall against Midoriya. With a huff, the other boy easily held him up before sweeping him off his feet and into arms.

“We’re going back to my room.”

“Oh?”

Midoriya rolled his eyes. “It’s to make sure you actually sleep and not spend all not saving memes to your phone to send to me in the morning.”

“Sure.”

“Better believe me now before you end up horribly disappointed.”

[teaspirationss]

I keep the change for your memories in the back pocket of my throat, a fading whisper for a midnight tired enough to rest, but your smile is the oyster that welcomes dinner home on a Friday night. do you still tiptoe around the shadows of your heart? if you place your ear on my chest, you’ll hear the beat of one too many tragedies. I still write about you when you’re not here so I can taste you in my mouth, and feel you in my hands. sometimes I wonder if I made up all of this suffering in my head, but I’m old enough to know that I’m happy I didn’t become what I wished to become years ago.

in the end, we were just friends who wished the other felt better.

[teaspirationss]

my breath has forgotten how to

make the shape of your name,

another pinky eclipsed on my heart.

I’ve thought of you so often, I know

I’ve already spent an eternity

tangled up with you - I keep

searching for a sun strong

enough to dry my tears, but I’m

running out of skies - maybe life

is just a series of things we leave

unfinished, but is it really love if it

doesn’t hurt like

hell afterwards?

[teaspirationss]

It has to be a choice - saving yourself over trying to save what you have with someone else. no one has hurt me as much as me, more salt has left my ribs through tears than prodigal hands. and all those times I’ve thrown my arms up in frustration, I was reaching for you, I just didn’t understand it yet, but I don't want you to love me. I want you to see me - in all ways and all depths. I can't tell you what your purpose is, but when I see you I feel like I know why the earth is here, like my ribs haven’t been keeping time to the sounds of sunrise. even if all we did was fight it would still mean you were talking to me. these words can’t keep up with these feelings, and I’m drowning in the states that have divided my name. we call it goodbye, like anything ever leaves our hearts - if there’s a way to not love you, I haven’t found it.

hi, I exist, and I’m yours.

[teaspirationss]

I’ve been missing you more hours than I can feel, more times than I can notice. there are points in your life when someone’s constellations get very close to yours and everything gets tangled for a while, but my god, it’s beautiful. these constellations may move on, but for that moment, you forget where your stars ended, and it’s possible they took some. sometimes the things that come back to you are reminders that you don’t need them anymore, but

as long as you’re writing, I still believe in magic

[teaspirationss]

I take it all in only to

feel it twice as hard,

maybe someday is a

scar already paralyzed

on my tongue, I have

nothing to give but hollow

ribs & paper burns, yet

maybe if I write enough,

my heart will finally fall

out of my chest - I have

looked for you in all of

the places I should have

been finding myself - I

will walk again, but there

will always be a

limp