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Writing Prompt #55
You’ve just finished your gingerbread house and even added gingerbread people to complete it. You go to bed, only to wake to the smell of smoke. When you see the little house again, puffs of sweet smelling smoke come up through the cookie chimney.
Writing Prompt #54
Every pine tree in the forest rustles its branches in excitement this time of year, wondering who will be lucky enough to go home with a person. It’s honor to be chosen and displayed in a home.
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FUCK
FUCK YOU GUYS
HARGROVE AND HARRINGTON WOULD BE ALPHABETICAL IN CLASS
WE ALL AGREE ON THIS
SO WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE FICS ABOUT THEM HAVING TO TAKE CARE OF A FLOUR SACK BABY??????
@flippyspoon @hoppnhorn @pizzacast somebody help me out, I’m begging you
aw, man. pre-harringrove? This would be hilarious. Dustin would ask who was the lucky father and I can see Steve just spitting while Billy mutters under his breath.
I, for one, would love to know what @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger would come up with. the dialogue alone would probably put me six feet under.
Oh cupcakes, @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger would kill us all.
Do it, that’s how I wanna go.
Okay. Listen. I’m only doing this because I love you.
(And also because it’s hilarious to think about. But will have to be short and sweet because I’m doing it on fly at work and on mobile, so…)
***
The best part about having a fake baby with Billy Hargrove is probably just how annoyed Billy is with the entire situation.
“I am NOT taking that sack of flour home with me,” Billy insists, shoving it into Steve’s arms at the end of the day while they’re waiting outside of the middle school for the rugrats to get out of AV club.
Steve cradles it to his chest, eyes wide and horrified. “I can’t believe you’d talk about our child that way.”
“Jesus Christ, Harrington.” Billy’s nostrils flare, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I know little Charlie was unexpected, but that’s what you get for not using protection.” Steve says, biting his cheek as Billy’s face and ears go red. “You know what they say: don’t be a fool, cover your tool.”
Billy’s jaw works. Steve thinks he’s about five seconds from having to use his flour baby as a flour shield.
“Charlie?” Billy asks, voice tight with disbelief and maybe a bit of disgust. “You named it Charlie?”
“I named HIM Charles. Charlie for short.” Steve says. “Why? What’s wrong with Charlie?”
“I’m starting to think a lot of things,” Billy runs a hand over his face.
“Watch it, Hargrove, or you’ll be out on the street paying child support before you can blink.”
“Look, Harrington, I get that you’re… super into this weird pseudo-baby thing, but I’m not taking it –”
“Him.”
Billy takes a slow breath. “Him. I’m not taking him home with me.”
Steve nearly cracks right there. “You would leave me to raise our child, alone, without his father?”
Something in Steve’s face must give him away. Because Billy’s eyes narrow. Because he frowns, first at Steve and then at the sack of flour he’s cradling oh-so-carefully in his arms. Because then Billy’s blue eyes are lighting up, irritation bleeding from his face, replaced with a terrifying, devious glee.
Thumbs hooking in his pockets, Billy shuffles forward a step, and Steve can’t help but sway back – until he meets the cool metal of his driver side door. Billy’s grin is charming. Sly. Dangerous.
“You implying that you’re the mother, pretty boy?”
Steve nearly chokes on his own tongue. “No. No, that wasn’t–”
“No, no. I’m pretty sure you did.” Billy’s eyes are hot on Steve’s face, and Steve feels a little warm, feels a flush spread down his neck to his chest as the toe of Billy’s boot knocks against his sneaker, as he braces a hand against the top of the car behind Steve and leans in. “What was it you said? Something about covering my tool?”
“Billy –”
“Sorry, sweetheart. But can you really blame me?” Billy’s teeth are white and sharp as he leans in to mutter in Steve’s ear. “You always get so wet when I don’t put one on.”
Steve’s throat works. He doesn’t know how his own joke got turned on its head like this.
“What’s the matter, Harrington?” Billy asks. “No pithy reply?”
Cheeks pink, Steve curls his fingers tighter into the paper sack, and says:
“Either start working on your pullout game or stock up on rubbers. No glove, no love.”
And Billy snorts. Jerks back in surprise and laughs, eyes bright when he catches Steve’s gaze.
“You’re fucking ridiculous, Harrington. And I’m still not bringing that thing home with me.”
“You’ll hurt his feelings.”
But Billy is already shoving away from Steve and Steve’s car.
“Later, Harrington. See you tomorrow.”
“What, no goodbye kiss for your son?”
“GOODBYE, Harrington.” Billy says, turning away.
Steve can’t help but call after him as he goes. “You’re a terrible father, but Charlie loves you anyway!”
Billy flips him off.
Writing Prompt #53
Halloween has always been about the candy for you. But this year you get sick and don’t eat any. The moon is rising and you feel a craving for that sugary, sweet taste. And you’ll do anything to get it.
Flayed Billy would never leave his Pretty Boy at the hands of evil Russians....
Writing Prompt #52
You get home and go right to bed. When you wake, it’s midnight. Halloween has begun. It’s the one day of the year that you and your family can truly be yourselves.
Writing Prompt #51
When you were little, you saw something terrifying and unbelievable. Now that you’re older, you believe it was just your imagination. Until you see it again. And this time it sees you.
Best scene in the whole show
Its been over a year or more, but I finally did 50 prompts! I have so many, I just tend to forget to post them🙃 But Halloween has inspired me, so I've finished. Now I'm pushing myself to reach 100 prompts! Hope you've enjoyed them so far, get ready for more😁
Writing Prompt #50
Every night you lock all the doors and windows in your house. You have done this for as long as you can remember. As you were making your rounds one night, something distracted you and you missed a window. This was a grave mistake that you will pay dearly for. You weren't trying to keep something out, rather, you were keeping something in.
Writing Prompt #49
Parents have been warned not to let their children near leaf piles after several incidents of kids mysteriously disappearing in them.