Note: Well, surprise! Meaning that it's NO surprise that I have no ideas... also meaning that I am now starting this one-shot(ish) fic where you guys, the lovely people who read and review and just generally actually like my other BH6 stories get to give me prompts! There's only a couple of rules, and that is 1) no AU ideas (I just don't rlly like writing non-canon stuff) 2) no romance/pairings (it would be terrible anyway if I tried) and 3) uh, no too-heavy/angst issues going on (hard to write and I don't want to get triggered by my own writing, because that's happened before cause I'm a dumbass) But! Lots of friendship and family and brotherly concern please!

I'll start each chapter with a title, the prompt, the prompt-er's name, when it's set, and characters/themes if applicable. For example, I shall write a quite short story here just to start this thing off. Oh, and I will continue writing other, proper, stories too, but this is just to fill the blank spaces and also to give my mind a challenge - meaning, conforming to YOUR ideas rather than my own occasional ones. Okay, so off we go! Please do leave a prompt either in a review here or as a message on my page, and I shall reply and tell you whether or not I can/will do it (because as much as I would love to, not all stories can be written by me) and hopefully get it done in a day or two. Right! Onwards! Here is a short story of my own to start this off, and to show you how it's going to go. Enjoy!

Title: Accident Prone

Prompt: A stupid thing I came up with just to get this going

Requested by: N/A

Set: after movie events

Characters/themes: Hiro, Baymax - humour

Hiro Hamada was bored. And an ex-botfighter just didn't do boredom. He had done all his homework, helped out in the cafe a bit for Aunt Cass, and was now laying on his bed the wrong way around, feet on his pillow and head at the foot of the bed.

"Ugh. Boredom should be curable," the teen muttered, glaring at the ceiling.

Sighing, he rolled over, but unfortunately had no more bed to roll onto, and so fell on the floor with a slight crash and an un-manly yelp of pain as he landed on a robot toy he hadn't bothered to pick up early.

This commotion was almost immediately followed by the usual beeping of Baymax activating.

Hiro winced as he picked himself up, rubbing his ribs where the toy had jabbed him. He scowled at said toy as he heard Baymax waddle up behind him.

"Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. I heard a sound of distress. Is everything alright, Hiro?"

The kid sighed again and turned to face his robot friend. "Yeeah, everything's great," he said moodily. "Just fell onto this stupid - goddamn - toy- ARGHH!"

For as Hiro had made to kick the toy, it slipped out from under him and he landed with another bang on his back on the wooden floor, staring up at his healthcare companion, who blinked at him.

"You have fallen," Baymax stated.

"Yeah, I noticed," Hiro grumbled in reply. He got to his feet for the second time in the last two minutes and moodily walked over to the stairs, glancing back at Baymax. "I'm bored. Gonna go for a walk."

The healthcare robot simply watched him. "Are you sure that is wise? It is almost dark."

Hiro rolled his eyes. "Jeez, I'm not a baby. I used to bot-fight; I owned the dark."

"People can not 'own' the darkness as it is not a physical being."

"No one cares, Baymax."

The healthcare robot waddled to the top of the stairs to watch his charge descend them. "On the contrary, many people care about the physical-"

"Okay, well I don't care then, and I think it would- oH CRAAAAAAAAP."

This third yell of the evening was a result of Hiro glancing up at his robot and not looking where he was going, and therefore slipping on some water on the second-to-bottom stair and landing heavily on his knees at the bottom of the staircase.

He then heard the familiar sound of Baymax trying to get down the stairs. "You-"

"If you tell me I've fallen, I will hit you."

Baymax blinked at him. "I was going to say that you seem to be what humans call 'accident prone' today."

Hiro glared. "Am not."

He began to stride off again, though his back, knees and foot were kind of hurting, but, hell, he definitely wasn't accident prone-

"ARGHHH! WHAT THE- AUNT CASS WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THIS HERE-"

"Hiro, you should calm down or you might-"

"Shut it, Baymax!"

Aunt Cass peeked into the hallway and sighed, seeing her nephew on the floor and his robot staring down at him. She sighed and left them to it.