I spent a good five minutes hashing out block schedules, classes, funding, and logistics before I decided to list some of the quirkier facets of American high school. If you aren’t sure whether or not it’s just on TV, I can help out!
Presenting…a list of things that Actually Do Happen in American High School! (despite all functional reasoning)
Buses will arrive as early as an hour and a half before school starts, and kids will walk to them in the dark.
In the morning, you don’t talk to your friends on the bus unless everyone’s okay with it. The morning bus is for sleeping, checking your phone, and eating breakfast.
Fire drills happen every month, and kids will just leave school and hang out at the nearest restaurant if they feel like it—drills where everyone goes outside is the perfect time to slip away.
Lockdown drills happen too, but more rarely. Some schools do ‘active shooter drills’ where they pay people to come in and traumatize kids. Some schools have announced that lockdowns aren’t drills when they are and had to round up all the kids who sprinted off campus.
Arts classes get no funding, so kids will sell anything from fruits to mattresses in an effort to get money to fix instruments and art supplies. Naturally, the kids who sell a lot are rewarded with cold hard cash.
Homecoming rallies—the school will gather all of their kids outside to celebrate. Each school does it different—our school had a boy’s cheerleading routine and a teacher/student wrestling match. The wrestling matches were canceled after a student broke a teacher’s arm.
The ‘juul room’ is real. Instead of bathrooms smelling like smoke, they smell like weird desserts and fruits. Don’t make eye contact with the juul kids. They’re probably younger than you but they’ll still beat you up.
Fights happen regularly. Most with fists, most over boys or girls. Kids bringing in scissors or other objects to fight with are not uncommon.
Not every school has had a shooting, but I can guarantee the majority has had a shooting threat or a gun found on campus. My school did have a shooting, a year after a threat. The threat was written on a pencil, but it still scared everyone.
Football is big. The quarterbacks aren’t idolized like in TV shows and neither are the cheerleaders, but every Friday night football game will be absolutely wild.
Cheating is normal. If the teacher isn’t looking, I can guarantee at least one kid is cheating on a quiz. Sharing homework assignment answers are even more common—kids are running on no sleep after all.
Vending machines in schools. Not super common, but we have three in our school that all open after school hours.
Most upperclassmen (age 16-18) drive to school and park in the parking lot once they get a car. There’s a giant line to get out.
If somebody starts clapping, everyone starts clapping.
Most kids in order to get into college will balance high school with sports, clubs, and volunteering. Some kids will take on part time jobs in order to support their families. Either way, you’re lucky if you have time to yourself at all on the weekdays (besides homework)
Senior skip day. No seniors in sight. They’re all at Wendy’s.
The Pledge of Allegiance is said every day. The farther south you go, the more glares you get if you don’t stand. Some schools will punish you (even though it’s technically illegal)
Antivax kids are at your school, believe it or not. Whooping cough almost had a heyday at my school, and I live in a well off area. Keep up with your shots, kids.
People will set fire to things. Trash cans especially. People will set fire to trash cans. Why? Chances are, they threw away a joint. People will also pull the fire alarm, if they really don’t want to go to class. It’s a crime, but they do it anyways.
Assemblies are an actual thing. They will take up at least an hour of your time.
Public high schools in populated areas can have as many as 3000 students.
Senior pranks are real. Dude, it’s so awesome. Look some up—they aren’t unrealistic. Every high school has a good story.
i want someone to write a book where the strong female character is a feminine lesbian with a million guy friends that have never once thought about being with her and that the girl doesn’t own combat boots or leather jackets because it doesn’t match her badass pastel aesthetic
i want someone to write a book where the male lead doesn’t even want to be part of the story and he just constantly tries to get someone else to do the job so his life doesn’t get ruined but he’s also a massive sweetheart that loves baking cookies and sliding on wooden floors with his socks on
i want someone to write a book where the strong female character (mentioned above) uses nail polish remover or hairspray to blind the antagonist so she can save her friends
i want someone to write a book where the main character is supposed to be the love interest but wants nothing to do with the person they’re supposed to fall in love with and instead they just become best friends and do stupid shit together
i want someone to write a book where the wise old man trope character is actually proven completely wrong and clinically insane so all the other characters have to find an entirely new way to defeat the antagonist because “hey, this sword is made out of foam!” or because “hey, i’m not part of this prophecy at all! it’s actually you, jerry!”
i want someone to write a book where the gay protagonist is nowhere near a gay stereotype. if it’s a guy, he has the thickest beard you’ve ever seen instead of being clean-shaven, he has a doughy stomach or even a really big one instead of being stick thin, etc. if it’s a girl, she’s basically the girl mentioned above
(IF IT’S BOTH, MAKE THEM BEST FRIENDS!!!!)
i want someone to write a book where the protagonist is insanely asexual/aromantic/both so if the love interest makes a move on them they’re like “ha, no thanks i’d rather watch stand up comedy”
i want someone to write a book where ALL OF THESE HAPPEN AT THE SAME TIME AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL AND GAY AND THERE’S EQUAL REPRESENTATION FOR EVERYBODY
• Person A trying to set up the tree for Christmas but Person B has to pick Person A up for them to put ornaments on the tree because they’re so short.
• Person A getting frustrated when wrapping presents while Person B being able to quickly wrap beautiful presents and A being absolutely amazed and jealous.
• Person A being sad when they weren’t able to buy a real tree to decorate for Christmas so Person B buys a little bonsai tree for them to decorate, even though it’s only a foot tall.
• Person A and B decorating their house/apartment together and when Person A goes to another room to grab some more ornaments they hear Person B yell. When they rush back into the room they see Person B has somehow tangled themself into the Christmas lights and fell over.
• Person A waking up on Christmas morning and being confused to find only one small box under the tree. Person B acts like everything is normal and convinces Person A to open it and when they open it they just see a note and an engagement ring.
Writing prompt: There were 12 deadly sins: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces.
Aries- Seeing something you shouldn’t have/Being somewhere you shouldn’t have.
Taurus- Falling in love with someone who is already in love with someone else.
Gemini- Leaving things up to fate, then not accepting that same fate.
Cancer- Taking something from someone less fortunate.
Leo- Breaking someone’s heart for your own satisfaction (well-being is fine).
Virgo- Staying safe and doing nothing, rather than stepping out of your comfort-zone.
Libra- Being reckless. Putting your life at risk without care whether you live or die.
Scorpio- Putting someone down to make yourself feel better.
Sagittarius- Falling in love with more than one person, whilst only being in a relationship with one other person.
Capricorn- Cutting off your family/friends for no real reason other than wanting to be independent.
Aquarius- Drawing blood from your enemy.
Pisces- Putting yourself before someone you once loved.
Okayyy, so I decided to do them really obscure and specific, almost like a dystopian world. I won’t lie to you, I was thinking about Danger Days (My Chemical Romance anyone?) and how Better Living Ind would act if these deadly sins were committed in Battery City- so that’s why they’re so weird. I’m sorry, I’m living off a whole lot of coffee… Anyway thanks for submitting this @bibbidybobbidybacktfoutmylife (That’s an amazing URL), it was such a cool prompt! xox
• Person A just got to college and it’s the first time they’ve ever been away from their parents more then a couple of days. When Person B shows up in their dorm they have to comfort Person A before they know anything about them.
• Person A trying to finish something for their class but their laptop all of a sudden dies so Person B runs around trying to find a laptop for them to use.
• Person A is an art major while Person B is a business major and they constantly tease each other about it.
• Person A making fun of people on their college football team falling in love with one of the players, Person B.
What if superpowers existed, you could buy them for like $20, but you were stuck with the one you got for the rest of your life, trying to swap it or update it or add an extra power would kill you, and every year they released new types of powers and better versions of all the old ones ie a bit faster, stronger or whatever applies to your power (maybe the ability to be invisible for 10mins a day instead of 5 like last years model), and eventually they would perfect it but probably not for about 100 years so you won’t live to see the ultimate powers (one of which could be immunity to aging/immortality or something). How long would you wait before you chose a power? And how would you decide which one to get? Would having a certain type of power start becoming necessary/expected for certain types of jobs? Would there be like a million new schools dedicated to teaching people how to safely and completely master their powers, or would most people not bother learning how to get the most out of it and just be content with a basic knowledge (like how most people know maybe a little self defence but very few people try to become black belts in anything)? How long would you hold out for your dream power, knowing they might not make it till you’re 90 or they might make it the year after you settle for some other power?
(This idea came to me at like 6am after 3hrs sleep and now I really want to see people write about the thing. Please? XD)
The night is alive with music and voices, as more and more people gather under the stars. Strung up around the large open grounds, are a mix of basic human decorative lights. Fairy lights, candles, and lanterns, are intermixed with far more magical sources of light, such as soft flickering balls of flames, delicate glowing orbs, and gently glowing flowers. A Multitude of glowing and shimmering sprites of every colour imaginable, flit around the grounds happily, enjoying showing off and interacting with everyone.
The festival itself is an odd amalgamation of the mundane and the magical. Ever since the treaty was formed between those of the Unseelie and Seelie courts, with humanity, the festival has become a sort of mandatory annual celebration.
All those of high status within the Unseelie and Seelie courts, attend the gathering as is expected, along with a number of other magical beings who are either invited personally by members of the court, or amongst those expected to assist in the running of the festivities. Among the humans, many members of high status are expected to attend, as well as a randomly selected group of humans from various standings and nationalities. This group is selected via magical means, invitations sent out in secret, demanding the presence of seemingly random individuals of all backgrounds. The ultimate goal being assured interaction between magical beings and humans, to ensure that both groups interact, rather then stay separated despite the forming of the treaty. A small push in the right direction so to speak.
This year, you are one of the humans chosen to attend the celebration, alongside those of higher standings.
You know the whole overdone knight-in-shining-armour-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario?
I want someone to write a completely non-romantic version of that. More specifically, I want someone to write a familial version of that (or like chosen family).
Like, give me a brave knight who goes up against the possibility of death every day to protect his daughter. Give me two women battling dragons in defense of their son– and then taming a dragon so they know someone will take care of their son even when they can’t. Give me the teenage hero who learned how to use a sword and pieced together their own armour so they could take care of their younger siblings while their parents were away. Give me the knight who does fight for the princess, who is a child who he acts as a father figure to in the absence of her own father, and then give me that same knight teaching the princess to use weapons when she gets older so she can take care of herself, and defend the queen in her old age.
Romantic relationships shouldn’t have such a slanted power dynamic where one person is totally dependent on the other and can’t function without them. However, a parent-child relationship inherently demands that one party is completely dependent on the other, so this idea suits that dynamic much better.
Ryan and The Vagabond are two different people, and twin brothers.
Ryan is just a normal guy trying to make his way in the city. He’s a tech nerd and completely unassuming. He’s about as threatening as a lost kitten.
His brother, known throughout the city as The Vagabond and The Mad Mercenary, couldn’t be anymore different than his brother. He’s Ramsey’s attack dog and enjoys fires, explosions, and torture. He’s also fiercely protective of his twin, which is why no one knows Ryan exists.
This is an amazing idea, oh my god.
Now I just want the Vagabond to be out of of town on a job or something, and the Fake AH Crew come across Lost Kitten Ryan (as he will forever be referred to in my mind, thank you very much) and they’re all just ‘oh man, you’re back early! That’s awesome, get in dude we’re heisting.’
And since the FAHC aren’t the sort to lose time talking things out, Ryan gets whisked away on their latest job, more than a little freaked out because he’s suddenly surrounded by men and women in masks with guns, and they are most certainly not obeying basic traffic laws, not one of them is wearing a seatbelt, and oh god is that a rocket launcher?
They reach the target and they all pile out and next thing Ryan knows he’s standing in front of a flaming building wearing a mask and holding a rocket launcher (and goddamn those things are heavier than they look), and this guy in a suit is asking him if he’d like to ‘do the honours’, and this curly haired guy in glasses is pouting at him like he’d just stolen his last cookie.
Ryan just looks at them, then at the building, and then at the very deadly weapon that he’s pretty sure he should have a permit of some sort just to be allowed to breathe on, and promptly freaks the fuck out.
“Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is going on? Is this a kidnapping? Did I just get kidnapped? And would somebody please take this stupid thing from me before I drop it and blow myself the fuck up?”
The rest of the crew stare at him for a second before Mother Hen Mode activates, because jesus, did he get some sort of head injury or something? He really has no idea who we are, what the fuck? And now they have to figure out how to deal with a freaked out and scared Ryan, which quite honestly they didn’t even know was possible.
You’ve always been very fond of tree-climbing, to the point you started doing it as a hobby.
while exploring a profound forest, you come across the biggest tree you’ve ever seen. Its top isn’t visible at all from where you’re standing and, out of sheer amazement, you decide to come back to this spot the next day with proper safety equipment so you can try to climb this tree.
Hours go by as you’re climbing the tree’s trunk, but you sill can’t even see the end to its
wooden axis. Its branches grow far and wide, but none of them are nearly as massive looking as the trunk. You’re at such height now that you can see all of the forest from above (which makes you wonder how nobody had ever mentioned or documented the existence of this gigantic tree).
Eventually, as you start climbing through clouds, you find the end of the trunk, and you can’t believe the magnificent finding you’ve just made.
“I was walking by minding my own business and I single-handedly saw you accidentally kick down you ladder and now you’re stuck on the roof of your house. Fuck it i’ll help you down.” AU
“I work as a secretary and you were just hired today and have a desk across from mine. It’s my job to show you around and guide you. Why’d they hire you you’re clumsy as shit???“ AU
“You work as a journalist/in the paparazzi and I just so happen to be a celebrity with a very private lifestyle. I swear to god if you turn out to be a stalker i’m gonna flip my shits. DONT INTERVIEW ME IM TRYING TO SHOWER.” AU
“I work at a record store and you come inside a lot and I offer to listen to songs with you in the hopes that you pick something out and buy it but just being with you is pretty nice.” AU
“Youre the new neighbor and you never come out to meet anyone so rumour is that you’re a ghost. Time for me to investigate.” AU
“I’m a life-guard and you own this little hotdog stand near the beach. We talk a lot and you’re pretty cute and oh god i should’nt have left my post someone is drowning.” AU
“Turns out my headphones weren’t plugged in my laptop and you and the whole library passionately heard me mumbling to the kidz bop version of wake me up, when in reality it was practically blasting out loud to everyone. o H MY GOD” AU
“I was in the music room playing piano and just to test it out i played the single g note and you came running in the music room screaming Welcome To The Black Parade. Nice to meet you I guess.” AU
“I first met you at a concert when i was head-banging so hard i accidentally hit you in the head and i had to take you to the hospital i’m so sorry” AU
“I thought you were stalking me and i confronted you and turns out you were just legitimately in the majority of the same places i’m sorry i sprayed you with pepper spray.” AU
“Look buddy i swear I don’t eat dog treats in my spare time they were just in my bag because I’m carrying them home for my pet dog Snoop Dog n O WA IT DON’T GO I’M BEING SERIOUS HERE.” AU
“I just got a chill and when i looked across the room you were staring at me wtf the fuck?” AU
“I’m having an art block so i came to this coffeeshop to try and draw people and then you walked in so i’m sort of secretly drawing you…nevermind you looked up and saw and you’re walking this way mission abort missiON ABORT.” AU
“I’m pretty good at cooking but i took this cooking class to sharpen my skills, whenever you help me i always get distracted and burn everything. Fucking thanks you gorgeous piece of shit.” AU
“I was walking past this park and i saw you had a collection of
different gemstones??? I know why you really have those you SU trash. Marry
“I jokingly called the Pizza place but I ordered a datemate
instead of pizza. Who the fuck are you and why are you at my door???” AU·
“Nevermind i see you brought pizza along get in loser we’re
continuing my t.v. show marathon.”· AU
“I swear kicking you in the jaw was accidental! You know i’m
paranoid and have sharp reflexes please don’t sneak up on me again i’m so
“Why did you sign up for this school play if you can’t act
for shit?? Get out. And by that i mean get your butt back on stage you happen
to be very cute I’ll help you practice lines.” AU
“You were drying clothes in my/our apartment and you fucking caused an electrical wire to fuse out and now the wifi is down yoU FUCK.” AU
“You walk in this bakery everyday, take a deep sniff and walk out wtf buy something you freeloading piece of shit.” AU
Terrible screams of agony and fear echo above the sound of roaring flames, smoke billowing thickly into the sky as the orphanage burns below. Curled up in the cupboard, you cough and choke on the thick smoke, the terrifying creaking and cracking of wood sounding out, as the fire devours it. The flames have yet to reach you, and yet their heat stings at your skin painfully, filthy tear streaks running down your cheeks as you sob and cower in fear. There was no warning, no chance of escape, for those of you on the top floors.
Abruptly there’s a loud groan and crash, the cupboard you’re in, falling through two floors and into the basement, as you scream in terror. The fall knocks you out for a few moments, sprawled on the stone floor with the building burning down around you, your small malnourished body, aching and sore.
Slowly awareness filters back through. For a moment you think it was all a dream, no more pain tugging at your senses, unfortunately, that’s not the case. Opening your eyes, you look around in shock, everywhere you look is burning, the heat warping the air as the flames dance around you. Shocked, you look down at your hands, no longer feeling the stinging burn of the heat. Instead, the flames almost seem to gently lap at your skin, lukewarm and harmless.
A loud groaning sounds above you, and to your horror, you look up and find the rest of the building coming down on top of you. Screaming in fear, you throw your arms above your head, hearing the deafening crashing sounds as the building falls down, but still no pain. Looking around you, no longer bothered by the smoke, you find that everything has avoided falling on you, the carnage forming a perfect circle surrounding your frail body.The cupboard and your clothes are all but ashes,and yet you remain unharmed, perhaps even in better health than before. You’ve never seen your body without bruises and scrapes before.
A lot of the time when someone starts writing, the first criticism you can get is ‘people don’t use other’s names in conversations that much.’
It’s true! Overloading names in conversations is unrealistic and a habit a lot of writers can’t shake—but have you ever thought about why?
It’s easier to write names into conversations when you’re writing them because to you, it’s a conversation on paper. In group chats, servers, and the like, you do use other’s names regularly in conversations, to clear up the nonexistent nonverbal cues.
And when we type our stories, it looks a lot like those group chats, server chats, and other messages. Even though using names regularly looks normal to us, it’s because we’re viewing this as a writer and not a reader.
In other words, if you look at your stories from an outside perspective, regular name usage is unusual and stands out—however, if you’re writing an online conversation in your story, it’s perfectly in place.
They tell you it was coyotes that ate the neighbor’s dog, but you know the truth. Coyotes don’t come this far into town and the past three weeks have been silent, the howling stopped long before the dog went missing.
There are crows outside your window. Your mother had told you about the crows, warned you that they feast on the eyes of prophets. You wonder if they have finally come for you.
You come home from work and put your keys on the table, you look around and realize that your furniture has been moved. You can hear someone, or something, rummaging in the kitchen.
Towns like these are special, the mechanic tells you, a large smile on her face. Once you’re here, you never want to leave.
The church around the corner is following you. The end is near, the sign says. You can hear hymns echoing in your ears.
Everything is born from the flames. Do not burn the evidence—it will grow forth thrice fold. You cannot trust fire.
There is a swamp witch who lives down the street, your brother dares you to ring her doorbell.
You stop by a river on your way to your grandmother’s house. You take off your shoes and stick your feet into the water, something brushes against your skin. When you move to pull yourself out, it digs its nails into your flesh. You open your mouth to scream.
There’s an abandoned Walmart three blocks from your house. Sometimes you can hear screaming when you bike past.
Sometimes, when it rains, you can hear the red cracked earth of the bush laughing with delight. There is a woman banging on your door, begging to be let in. You do not move, she knew the price of the bush. Whenever you go outside, the rain has washed away her cries.
It has not rained in years, the reservoir dried up three days ago. A woman comes to your house, her mouth stained red, and asks for a drink.
He just looks at me, brows ever so slightly furrowed. I ask him ‘what’. “You’re so much nicer drunk, I can’t tell which version of you is more you.”
“That,” I pause to laugh. “is the thing, though.” I look him in the eyes, stunning dark blue like nothing I’ve ever seen before. “I don’t exist.”
AU where soulmates don’t have words written on them, rather they can’t say that word. So, A has cluelessly been wandering around, not being able to say an everyday word that everyone uses, and they finally feel happy when they find B, who also can’t say that word.
Alternatively, A is the only one who can’t say the word, thus they have no soulmate, and B plays along to make A happy.
Prompt is from @normal-horoscopes : You keep the bedroom cold; not because you sleep better but because some tiny part of you craves the struggle of sleeping in the rain.
She had returned home three weeks ago. And she was happy. She was. Things were just off. Her fire was not as warm. Her food was not as tasty. Her bed was not as comfortable. She found herself favoring durable clothing of muted colors instead of the bright, impractical articles she had worn a year and a half before.
But the thing that worried her the most about her newly restored normal life was that she was always so hot. It was the end of autumn, nearing winter, and her village had had harsh winters for as long as she could remember. And yet she felt like she should be sweating with how warm she was all the time.
Of course, she couldn’t tell anyone about any of this. Her whole village was thankful for her protection of them—in fact, it was the purpose of her whole quest. (To protect them, that is.) But, like her house, the village seemed a little more dull than it had before. In truth, she appreciated the well-wishers: both those expressing their gratitude and those giving their condolences for her loss. She really did appreciate it. It was just so… exhausting putting on a face for these people.
Yes, I am so happy to be home.
No, everything is well.
I’m settling back in fine.
But she wasn’t settling back in fine. She could barely sleep at night. Everything was stuffy and humid. She was hot. She found herself going to the river in the woods more and more often, even as the water started to turn to slush early in the morning and late at night. This was the only time she got any relief.
This and when she was in her bedroom and there was not a soul present to judge her.
Deep in the night when a blanket of dark sky and stars covered the Earth, she would extinguish the fire in her bedroom and unpack her bedroll. Her sheets remained untouched as the well worn traveler made her bed on hardwood. These nights reminded her of those on her quest when the wood was too wet to light a fire and she and her companions spent their night in the damp cold. Those nights made up the majority of her journey, she thought. And now she could sleep restfully no other way.
As she drifted off, just shy of shivering, she wondered if she would freeze one of these nights. In this moment, she found one more thing that had changed since her travelling: she did not care if she woke with lips and fingers blue, her heartbeat sluggish. For if she did, she knew there would be a promise to return to her lover pressed to her lips oh-so-cold as she drifted off into darkness for the last time.
“1 Don’t eat that, it was _____”
2 “And you thought avocados were a good solution because….?”
3 “Why the fuck is there a ____ in the fridge.”
4 “Okay look, I understand you are busy today, but how do you fuck up the spelling of my name this badly?”
5 “Stop singing Christmas songs. It’s November”
6 “Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy and a story about the murder and suicide of six people. Get over yourself.”
7 “I can’t believe you managed to break into my house, find my pop tart stash and start my x-box all while steaming drunk.”
8 “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to get of the vegetable display.”
9 “Cookie Monster promotes obesity and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”
10 “How exactly did you say you broke your finger?”
11 “Oh my god stop yelling, it’s just a _____”
12 “Don’t you dare climb that.”
13 “I can’t tell if that’s a real alarm or just ringing in my ears.”
14 “Fuck you and your number sticker.”
15 "Yes it’s funny but could you help get this fucking marshmallow out of my hair?”
16 “Honestly, you looked like one of those over dramatic people in commercials.”
17 “Cute, but that’s the name of a drug.”
18 “If you quote that movie one more time…”
19 “I love your couple shirts…wait you aren’t together?”
20 “Dude, I love your shoes where did you…? What is that? A TV camera? Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
21 “How did you draw that circle so perfectly?”
22 “Excuse me. I don’t mean to bother you but I walked into the wrong room and I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone that I’m not part of your family reunion. I’ve been given noogies by two different middle aged men and I think your grandma just gave me $20 and a snickers bar. Keep the money just help me out of here. Please.”
23 “I didn’t think it was possible to fuck up that badly.”
24 “I know we just met, but my friend turned me down last second. Do you want to go to Disney World with me?”
25 “Oh my God if your little sibling doesn’t shut up I’m going to…hey you’re cute.
26 "How high are you exactly/”
27 "Did you just break your Nokia?”
28 “ Hey that was a cool parkour trick….wait did he just break his arm? Oh fuck I think he just broke his arm.
29 "Do you smell bacon?”
30 “That was my snowman you asshole!”
31 “If you use one more bad pick up line on me I’m going to break your nose.”
1K of you already? I’ve had this blog for no more than two months and I’ve been blessed by you all. Thank you so much! To celebrate, have this prompt list I put together because I felt like giving back.
❝Your life is my life.❞
❝I would move heaven and hell to keep you safe.❞
❝Thank you for being here for me, for being near me…❞
❝I shouldn’t have kissed you.❞
↳ ❝I fundamentally disagree.❞
❝I’m unsure of you.❞
❝I’m surrounded by traces of you.❞
❝I just wanna waste your time.❞
❝Loving you is the highest crime I’ll commit to.❞
❝I love you so much and no matter how many times I say it, it’ll never be enough.❞
❝Marry me. I’ll ask you every day if I need to.❞
❝Close your eyes and count to one-hundred.❞
❝You don’t have to be ashamed. Not with me.❞
❝You’re my favorite breakfast.❞
❝You have to choose people who choose you.❞
❝Do you still love me?❞
↳ ❝What about now?❞
↳ ❝This is exactly why I love you.❞
❝Sorry. Only level ten friends have access to that, and you’re at a zero.❞
❝Why are you crying?❞
↳ ❝Because you’re crying!❞
❝We’re dancing. Right now.❞
❝Get me drunk enough and we’ll see.❞
❝Are you challenging me?❞
❝Read ‘em and weep 'em, boys!❞
❝Stop staring at me like that.❞
❝At least cover up with a towel!❞
❝See anything you like?❞
❝If you’re going to do this, I think you’re just gonna have to take me with you then.❞
This one is a bit off the cuff of how I normally write but I had a blast with it. What do you think? @callmemrsbakugou, (I tried to tag @alwayslost123 and @alluring-akaashi but it won’t let me?? Idk 😢 you guys leave such sweet comments. 💔)
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
Word count: 3,928
Bakugou’s morning routine remained more or less the same day in and day out. Wake up, brush his teeth, shower. Get dressed, eat breakfast and head out. Walk down to the bus terminal and wait for the next fifteen minutes for the familiar rumble as the shuttle pulled up. Pull his wallet out, lazily swipe it across the scanner, paused a moment until the screen chirped and displayed the go ahead.
Heading to the back of the bus, one hand on the standing handle. The other stowed casually in his pocket as he stared out the window awaiting his stop.
“Hey! Wait!” Through the sounds of hydrolic doors hissing as they closed came the cry of a desperate woman. The driver had shut them just as she was about to get on.
“Hn?” Bakugou’s attention was draw to the scene, particularly because the driver said nothing. Didn’t even look at her, and shifted gears as he pulled off. “What the hell?” he thought a bit disgusted, turning his head to keep his eyes on the woman who momentarily jogged along trying to wave down the driver before giving up. Frustration clear.
Scowling Bakugou reluctantly turned back to his window as the woman soon faded into a speck in the distance. She was familiar to him, always got on the stop after his and stood a few feet in front of him. Never took a seat even when they were vacant. He had never saw where she got off since his stop came first. A quiet woman, beautiful but always kept to herself. Today was the first time he’d seen her try and draw attention to herself.
Alarm goes off.
Mouth tingles with the froath of minty toothpaste.
Steam overtakes the bathroom.
Metal spoon clanking against cereal bowl.
Shoe laces pulled tight.
Wind rustling as leaves blow by the bus stop.
Gutteral rumble of the bus.
Hiss of the doors
Beep of the scanner
Bakugou stands again holding the same strap as he always did, hand stowed in pocket and eyes lazily taking in the scenery of his morning commute.
Something is different. When your routine is the same each day you don’t so much notice minor things, like the rain being particularly chilled. Or the colors of people’s clothes around you. But when the dog that always excitability greets you as you walk by is gone, you do. This change wasn’t quite as notable as something like that. But enough that the feel of the morning changed.
Bakugou was subtly aware of the shift but it wasn’t until the bus rolled to a stop that he was able to place it. That girl wasn’t here today either, in fact the bus had skipped her stop entirely. Though it was small, there was a nagging feeling eating at him as he made the realization. Shaking away the memory of the driver shutting his doors on her yesterday, now today she was gone. “Maybe no one was at the stop.” Bakugou eased his concerns and as the bus rolled on soon he pushed the thoughts from his mind.
Today as Bakugou boarded the bus and the scanner beeped giving him the go ahead he turned and grasped the handle just behind the driver. Regarding him through the massive rear veiw mirror the driver soon returned his focus to the road, pressing the button to call the doors back in with a hiss of released air, he set off like normal.
Bakugou watched as each street sign passed, taking mental note of each block and corner turned as the the rout progressed and neared what would be the next stop. Shifting his feet impatiently Bakugou kept a lookout, noticing the driver hadn’t begun to slow down he reached across and pulled the wire signaling when a passenger wanted to get off. The driver slowed, pulling to the curb. Doors swung open with a hiss. No one was there.
Bakugou hesitated, irritated by the fact that something so small had gotten under his skin. “Ya gonna wait around all day kid?” The driver complained in a gruff drawl, vocal cords aged from decades of inhaling nicotine.
“Yeah yeah, I got it old man. Not like you’ve got anywhere to be but in that seat.” Bakugou grumbled making up his mind and stalking off the bus.
Standing facing the small stop shelter as the shuttle chugged on.
The earth below him shook as a monstrous crack of thunder woke up the world above. Holding his hand out, palm faced up Bakugou glanced skyward as the temmor faded, large chilled raindrop splattering against his cheek. Returning his focus forward Bakugou rose both hands to his hood, flipping it up to provide cover from the oncoming storm.
“What are you doing katsuki?” Bakugou’s inner monolog mocked him as he wandered the streets around her stop. He wasn’t sure what he expected, other than her to be there today. “Why do you care about some random kid?”
Meandering aimlessly Bakugou stowed his hands in his coat pockets. Slowly shoulders began to soak in the barrage of raindrops pummeling his lean form. “No one’s gonna be out in a storm like this.”
His assertation was correct, for the most part. No purpose or plan in mind Bakugou found himself near a cemetary, where the first sign of life was a child walking his dog. Bright yellow rain coat buttoned to the highest point, covering the kids mouth. The arrythmic “tac, tac, tac,” of rainfall drawing Katsuki’s attention from the pavement to see the boys face lit with his lumiencent phone screen while his dog had slipped through the iron rod fense, releaving himself on a nearby headstone.
“Hey! Have some respect kid!” Bakugou stepped in front of the boy shouting. Clicking his tongue with a tsk as the boy jumped, fumbling with his phone, he dropped it to the ground with a loud clack and stared up at Bakugou’s towering form. “Your dog,” Bakugou pulled a hand from the warmth of his coat pocket and pointed at the small terrier.
“Y-yes sir!” Squeaked the terrified adolescent as he practically dragged the dog back through the fence, quickly crouching to scoop up his now drenched phone before rushing off. Fading through the sheets of heavy rainfall.
“Stupid kid.” Bakugou spat turning his focus on the cemetary. At least the rain would wash it clean. The grass stretched as far as the eye could see, and with it the tombstones. Vacant as expected but as Bakugou went to turn back resolved that he’d already diviated enough from his normal routine. He caught a glimps of a shadow and sudden movement in his peripheral. Glancing up, Bakugou was thrown off by the unexpected shadow where nothing had been just moments before.
Squinting through the rain he then saw her, it didn’t take him long to recognize the familiar burgandy overcoat. “No way,” he murmered dumbfounded.
Squelching underneath his body weight, the sodden turf oozed the water it had glutinously slurped as Bakugou strode across the grassy feild.
The girl, she was several yards in when he spotted her. By the time he had found the entrance to the cemetary she was even farther off, her form even smaller as she sat knelt in front of a freshly dug grave. The still bare dirt covered with a dark colored tarp, secured to the earth with stakes to keep the rain from washing away the plots coverage. The scenery of it all unfolding for Katsuki as he drew near.
“What the hell are you doing Bakugou?” Again his inner monolog demanded, mocking him attempting to knock some sense into him. But something deep within his chest tugged him onward. He needed something, he just didn’t know what. Not knowing what was behind this need made something in his scull itch and he didn’t like it.
Stopping a few feet back he looked down at the woman puzzled. Burgandy overcoat several shades darker than normal, weighed down with the rain. Her hair parted down the middle, two braids down her back, dripping along with the heavy rainfall. Not knowing what to say, nor how to explain himself he simply stood and watched.
What was he meant to say? “Hey I saw you miss the bus the other day, what’s up with that? Oh that’s a new grave, who kicked the bucket?” Really starting to loath the snarky voice in his head, and the fact that it was the only sane one here.
Though despite that he stood watching, his inner monolog pulling him out of the moment. A small cough brought his focus back. The girl was shivering, kneeling in the now flooding grass. Bakugou finally spoke up. “There’s a coffee shop a few blocks over, you look like you could use a cup. Get you out of the rain.” Mentally he kicked himself as soon as he did.
“Who are even are you Katsuki?” Bakugou clenched his teeth giving up on any outs, that was unless she was not into random guys harassing her at the cemetary. In that case there was a chance for him to make a shameful exit.
Straightening up the girl turned to look behind her, mouth forming a small “o” before she pulled herself to her feet. Shins of her jeans soaked with water and dark with grass stains. “Um… Hello.” She pulled one of her long braids dark braids over her shoulder, squeezing it she lightly wrung out the moisture. Droplets hitting the tops of her rain boots with a “thwap.”
Immediately Bakugou was struck by her vivid blue eyes, and found himself tongue tied for likely the first time in his life. The girl stepped towards him, leaning forward she turned her head to the side taking a bit of a side step as she looked him over. “You’re losing it (Y/N),” You mumbled, alarmed expression falling back to a hallowed one. Letting your arm fall to your side you tapped your leg watching him for a moment before you turned and looked back to the grave. “Maybe he knew you?” You mused thoughtfully.
Bakugou furrowed his brow “There you go Katsuki she’s crazy. Guess you’re drawn to your own kind because take a look in the fucking mirror .” Bakugou inwardly cringed before speaking up. “No offense kid, but I can’t exactly ask a corpse to get out of the rain.” he spoke gruffly, clenching his fist inside his coat pocket.
Again the brown haired girl turned to regard him and her brilliant sapphire eyes widened. “You shouldn’t be able to see me,” You spoke carefully, scrunching up your brow as you stepped closer once more. Now standing right in front of him, looking up with perplexion painted on your delicate features.
“Just fucking leave Bakugou, turn your God damned body around and go home.” Internally he demanded, but his speach betrayed him. “Well I hate to break it to you, but I can.”
“How did you find me?” You asked, voice reflecting how startling the news really was to you. Considering Bakugou was already going against all reason he decided to play along, if only to satisfy his own curiosity so he could go back to his normal day to day life before forgetting this ridiculous excursion ever happened.
“Why are you here?” You added after a moment.
“The driver, he closed the doors on you yesterday. Why?” Bakugou questioned, entering the reality of this misreality. If she truly did not believe he should be able to see her, the likelyhood of this pathetic exchange reaching the ears of anyone he knew was virtually non existent.
“Probably Because Molly wasn’t there.” You explained turning to the side, raising a small hand and gesturing to the grave. Voice a bit weaker as you uttered the deceased’s name.
“Yeah? Why wouldn’t he let you on, just because Molly wasn’t there?” Bakugou questioned gruffly, tuning out his previous inner monolog like you’d flip off a noisy radio.
“Well because he could actually see her for one.” You explained tugging at the pocket flap of her coat, wincing when he spat out her name like that.
Thinking back to it Bakugou realized something, there was one other person who consistently got on the bus at that stop with her. An elderly woman, small and frail, the bag lady type. Someone you’d see pushing a shopping cart, always weighed down with those felt scratchy looking jackets. The kind that after one wear began to pill and resemble the fur of a street cat. “Her name was Molly huh?” Bakugou asked walking to the edge of the grave site. “Was she your grandmother or something?”
At this point Bakugou was begining to think the girl needed some mental help, probably lived with the old woman and when she died she lost herself even more. He’d get her out of the rain, make a call and have some people pick her up and get her the help she very obviously needed. For now he’d play along.
“No… She… Always used to say she drempt me up one day. I don’t really know what I am to her. She’s called me a lot of thing, but her favorite was her guardian angel.” You explained, rain boots squishing through the grass as you joined him beside her grave.
“Well, Angel lets get you out of the rain eh? Molly wouldn’t have wanted you to freeze don’t you think?” Bakugou looked down at you, regarding you with a patient expression. Masking his disbelief as his hair fell across his eyes.
“Name’s Bakugou by the way, what do you want to drink?” Bakugou asked as you stepped up to the heavy glass door of the coffee shop. Reaching over your head he pushed it open for you, causing the shop bell to clang.
“Um, coffee?” You stated blankly as you stepped inside, looking at him funny before you looked around the cozy little shop.
Rolling his eyes Bakugou stepped in line. “No shit kid, what coffee?”
“I don’t know, the coffee kind? I didn’t know there was more than one.” You explained, taking everything in with sparking eyes curiosity evedent on your face.
“So you’ve only ever had it black.” Bakugou noted sitting down with you in the corner of the shop, out of the way of the main traffic of people.
Bringing the oversized cup to your lips you drank it hot, nodding your head. “I’ve never actually been in a coffee shop.” You admitted, head turning as you followed your nose. A waitress delivering hot fluffy pastried to a nearby table.
Bakugou glanced to the side as well, you looked like you were starving. “Hey, can we get one of those over here?” Bakugou barked over at the woman before returning his focus to you. “Why’s that?” he asked curiously, arms crossed leaning on the table top.
The pair of you had laid your soaked jackets to dry on the backs of your chairs. The combination of a nearby fire crackling in the hearth and the hot beverages, you were slowly being warmed from the inside out. “A lot of places didn’t like to let Molly in, sometimes nice people brought her coffee, and she shared.” You explained taking another sip.
It was all starting to click now. Molly didn’t just resemble a bag lady. She was one, and you must have lived with her on the streets. It struck him as odd however, you didn’t look dirty. Though small and a bit thin, you were clean and so were your clothes. Despite the water and grass stains from leaning at her grave.
Bakugou’s thoughts were disrupted as the waitress placed a fluffy cinnamon bun in front of him. “Thanks,” he muttered before pushing it across the table to you. Heart strings jerked as you sat your coffee aside and grinned broadly. Thanking him like a child who received the best birthday gift they could have drempt up.
Finally dry, Bakugou had listened to many stories about Molly and your lives. Nodding along as you opened up and spoke fondly of your late friend. “People probably just ignore her.” Bakugou thought resting his cheek against his palm, watching your vibrant eyes come to life as you rattled on. “That’s why she thinks no one can see her.”
Still, it didn’t explain the driver. He would have seen her every day, just the same as Katsuki. The thought set his teeth on edge. You were very kind hearted, and the more he listened he found how much Molly and you did for the homeless community. Causing him to officially make up his mind. Bakugou took a moment to send a text under the table before he interrupted you.
“Well, we should get out of here. Give someone else a chance to cook themselves by the fire.” Bakugou suggested, standing up and pulling on his jacket.
Nodding you stood as well, copying his movement by doing the same. “Right, and thank you for everything. Molly would have liked you, maybe you’re my guardian angel.” You chirped giggling at the end.
That was it. Your big blue eyes shining up at him like that and hands clasped together in front of your chin, rocking to your tip toes.
It was like Bakugou took a blow to the stomach. He forced a half smile onto his face and plopped his hand on your head, russling your hair. “Whatever you say kid, now come on.”
“Are you sure?” You had asked skipping alongside him to keep up with his long strides.
“I already said yes,” Bakugou deadpanned with a roll of his eyes.
“Yeah but-” You raised a finger to the sky like that would help hold your point there.
“I don’t want you in the rain angel.” Bakugou repeated his previous explanation. This time adding in the nickname with a bit of tease to his voice, causing your finger to go limp. Your mouth hung open in silence before being replaced with a broad smile and jogging along without further protest.
“Here’s a towl, and you can put these on after. Careful with the hot water, I tweaked the water heater. Don’t burn yourself.” Bakugou instructed placing neatly folded fluffy gray towel in your hands, jerking a thumb to the top of his laundry hamper where he placed a change of clothes.
Bakugou pulled the shower curtains back with a swish and leaned over the edge of the tub, flipping the water from tub to shower head he angled the stream of water downward so you wouldn’t have to struggle once inside. “You got it?” Bakugou asked planting his hands on his hips as he turned back to face you.
Looking from the already steamy water back to him you nodded with a cute smile. “Yep! Hot means hot. I won’t burn myself. Thank you Bakugou.”
“I know you’re pretty full, but I’m calling in a favor Recovery girl.” Bakugou tried to keep his voice down. The running water from the shower was likely enough to drown him out, but he didn’t want to take any chances. “Thank you, I’ll see you then.”
“Bakugou Katsuki, are you sure you’re feeling well? Perhaps I should be giving you an exam before I leave.” Recovery girl asked as the three of you occupied his livingroom.
You sat cross legged on his couch, oversized sweatpants consuming your small form, the t-shirt alone was enough to cover you but Bakugou had turned scarlet when you came out in just that and shouted at you to “Put the God damned pants on!”
“I don’t need an exam you hag! She’s sitting right there!” Bakugou shouted gesturing at you with an upturned palm.
Recovery girl gave him a soft smile but her expression reflected her concern. Looking to, what in her eyes was an empty couch she rubbed the back of her head. “Katsuki I really think-”
“Oh shut the hell up you shriveled up shrew!” Bakugou growled throwing his hands in the air. Stalking down the hallway pulling at his hair.
The coffee shop, he had retrieved your drink. The waitress delivered him the pastry. The bus driver didn’t see you. OnlyMolly.
“Hero work puts a different pressure on you my boy, just a quick zap with my quirk. Nothing major, nothing to be ashamed of.” Recovery girl called after him.
“Well… Nothing seems wrong with you. But I gave you the once over just in case, how do you feel?” Recovery girl questioned tipping her head to the side.
“I feel fine, like I fucking told you.” Bakugou snarled, sat next to you on the couch, hands held in tight fists.
“Do you still think there’s a street girl on your couch?” Recovery girl spoke sweetly, but the insult to you made Bakugou want to punch her.
“No. I don’t. You can go. I must have been over worked… Thanks.” Bakugou said between gritted teeth.
Rapping your knuckles softly on his bedroom door you pressed your ear against the cool wood. Silence from within. “Bakugou? Are you okay?” You called in a soft voice, concerned as after recovery girl left he had trudged off and slammed the door and hadn’t made a sound in hours.
He was so kind to you all day, it was strange seeing him angry now, but you weren’t upset at his confusion. You were used to no one being able to see or hear you. Him showing up was the first time anyone but Molly had spoke to you. Aside from once a hospital psychiatrist when Molly fell ill, and even then you could tell he couldn’t see you. But was trying to pretend for Molly’s sake. The two of you had shared a good laugh when he left after looking at the empty space next to you while he spoke.
Dropping your hand you gave up knocking on Bakugou’s door and leaned your back against it letting out a soft sigh, “I’m sorry that you can see me, I’d take it back if I could. ” You spoke softly, sliding to the floor where you hugged your knees to your chest. Welcoming back the silence that surrounded you ever since Molly had taken a turn for the worst you allowed time to fade away from you until slowly the door knob clicked as it was turned.
Bakugou pulled the door inward looking down at you curled up on the floor. “I’m not.” He gave you a soft smile, coming to terms with his new imaginary friend. Though how the hell your quirk worked was still eating at the back of his mind, that being the only possible explanation he could think of as to why other people couldn’t see you. “Besides, I always knew I was better than those loosers. Guess me and Molly had something in common.”
Tilting your head back you looked up at him, the darkness in your eyes clearing up like storm clouds leaving behind a clear sky.
Flashing him a brilliant smile you scrambled to your feet, slipping as his sweatpants were longer than your legs. You pulled them up with a huff and threw yourself into his chest hugging him tightly. “She would have loved you.” You noted certainty on your voice.
“I’m sure we’d have got along great.” Bakugou chuckled humoring you as he patted the top of your head. “Now come on, let’s get you something to eat.”
Something wasn’t right. She knew something wasn’t right from the beginning, yet she’d ignored it. Then it hit her- she hadn’t seen the figure beside her for over 20 minutes. She cursed under her breath, wondering how she could be so stupid and immediately running back to the station. If she was lucky, his soul might still be lingering somewhere nearby…
This is a mix of Jer’s prompts from the HC channel:
So allow me to angst for a moment The disease is the same but only ends when the object of your affection dies
Stephen professes his love to tony And seconds later he coughs up black thorned roses
Wong tells Stephen that Tony doesnt have to feel a thing, wong will do it himself so the blood isnt on Stephen’s hands
“I loved you, for over fourteen million lifetimes…”
A cough. Then a single black wilted petal (Daffodil… Unrequited love) flutters down from Stephen’s mouth. The two men stared in horror, more so with Tony as he realizes the implications. The armored man backs away slowly, his hand clutching his unprotected ARC reactor in an attempt to shield it away from view. Stephen understands why Tony did that instinctively, hell, ordinary people would have ran away immediately.
The thought that Tony didn’t at least abandon him the first chance he got gave him some small amount of comfort.
Still, it doesn’t stop the stinging pain at Tony’s lack of trust at the only person in the universe who was willing to let himself die just so the man he loves could live.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ll just…” Without any other word, Stephen raises his left hand to begin making a portal but the action made Tony flinch. The sorcerer nearly coughs another set of petals but stops himself in favor of actually forming the portal back at the Sanctum. Tired blue eyes goes over Tony’s wary form for one last time, as the sorcerer mentally prepares himself for his inevitable demise.
If the universe thinks that he’s willing to sacrifice Tony’s life for his own survival, then it doesn’t know Stephen at all. He’s already died once for the genius, what’s another to up the tally somehow?
“Wong, if you take one more step I–”
“Stark, I’m sorry. But this is for the best–” Wong’s speech was cut off by another portal forming in the Tower. Tony used that opportunity to get away but was hindered by the master’s magical bindings.
‘Fucking magic, I swear to God–’
Out of the portal came one Stephen Strange stumbling on his two feet. His face is pale and bits of blood and black wilted petals clung onto his robes. His hair and goatee are messy and uncared for and his usual blue eyes were now paler and less vibrant than before.
He looked just about death warming over him, which in this case, isn’t even an exaggeration.
“Strange, I told you to stay!”
“No… Don’t hurt him. Just let me die in peace! Respect my decision, please…” Wong turns around at Stephen’s desperate plea, as Tony still tries his best to unbind himself from the magical ropes.
“You don’t get it, do you? How many times has The Ancient One lectured you about this? It’s not about you! If Tony Stark has to die to make sure Earth doesn’t lose its Sorcerer Supreme, then by all means that is the path we should choose!” Having said his piece, Wong strides forward to where Tony is still tangled in, whiskey eyes widening in horror at what the sorcerer is about to do.
Suddenly, Wong stops as he feels the magic shift in the air. He looks back only to see Stephen holding an orange mandala shaped as a dagger over his throat.
The silence in the Tower seemed to go on for ages before a cough broke shattered the mock peace.
“Wong… If you still plan to kill him then I can assure you, I’m not staying. If Earth loses Iron Man once more, then it too will lose its Sorcerer Supreme.”
“Don’t test me, Wong. I’ve done my part. I’m tired and for once I would like to go on my own terms.” Another cough as blood and petals slip past the master’s pale lips. His eyes stare lovingly at a very terrified Tony before fluttering them shut, not wanting to see anymore horrified whiskey eyes stare back.
“I asked the universe for a prize… And it told me, no.”
So, in light of what we know about Stiles and his penchant for ‘misappropriating’, where is our White Collar-esque AU where Stiles is a master criminal and Scott the only Fed who can track him down?
Stiles, who blends in with crowds either by being utterly unremarkable or a total goofball who draws ALL the attention to himself while an accomplice does the deed.
Scott, who is the only one to see the patterns, the only one to make the connections. The only one to see Stiles for who he truly is - a good person who frequently behaves the opposite.
The common ground they find over their father issues (the Sheriff wrongly accused of being a dirty cop/Rafael being the worst and and most dickish father of all). The attraction they share in recognizing they’ve met their match. Scott trying to pull Stiles to the side of light, Stiles trying to pull Scott deeper into the shadows.
So Barry just excitedly running around on Pokemon Go, being a little reckless because hey, he’s fast, he can be in and out without causing a fuss, right? Well, wrong. Because he speeds into Leonard Snart’s kitchen to catch a zubat without realizing whose house it is?
okay so i’m feeling a bit better now so i had typed this up on my phone lmao please excuse the messiness. the concept is that: stephen and tony knew each other and are friends/like each other but have not tipped over to relationship status yet. but then the accident happens and stephen goes to kamar-taj and the cw happens. but the difference is that tony barely survives/is a vegetable at that rate and stephen has yet to face dormammu/kaecillus.
so kaecillus manages to convert stephen just to help tony out.
if it works, it doesn’t, or what happens after is up to you guys lmaooo
It was in the middle of his daily routine, nothing special or note-worthy, when he was called in by a fellow master. A phone call from someone he thought he’s left behind.
“Stephen! Thank God you picked up, it’s–Tony is–”
That was all what he needed to hear before portalling to where Tony is situated. He learns from Rhodey about the Civil War, about Captain America and the Winter Soldier, about everything he missed when he asked Tony to let him go to Kathmandu to get his hands ‘treated’…
The three of them sit quietly in the room, silence with an air of despair in the room. The doctor had given them a verdict: Tony Stark is not going to be waking up any time soon, possibly forever. Various complications in his body pilled up from the years of abuse it went through and only a miracle at this point could save him. Pepper tried suggesting Extremis but most of the team simply shook their head, that Tony’s chances of surviving the virus was less than one percent in his current state.
Regrets pilled over the trio, especially towards the doctor. He’s the one who’s been gone for nearly a year, who has this sort of unresolved tension with Tony but ignored it. Now, he may never get to tell the genius how he actually feels…
He stands up as he tries not to flinch at Rhodey and Pepper’s silent sobs.
Outside, he racks his brain for every possible magic he has learned within the year for that one miracle. He doesn’t find or remember one, knowing that he still has much to learn. He knows the Ancient One won’t provide him with one, as he remembers her words of selflessness and protecting the dimension. So instead he would look for anything he can in the library, even if it means he has to go behind Wong’s back.
As he was about leave and head for Kamar-Taj, he was stopped by a figure from the left corridor. Suddenly, he was pushed through the glass shards of the Mirror Dimension as he is towered over Kaecillus.
“The pain of losing a loved one… Does it not hurt, Mister Doctor?”
“Stark… He will not survive.”
“You know there is no other way, right?” The zealot smirks, as Stephen tenses beneath him. Finally, he has gotten through The Ancient One’s stubborn student.
“There is no magic that can bring back someone’s soul back… Well, except for one–”
“A-Are you telling me–”
“Dormammu rewards those who serve him.” Inky eyes glazed with madness stared at Stephen’s own blue ones, as Kaecillus laughs in his head.
He’s got him.
“… What do I need to do?”
In the empty, dreary space of the Dark Dimension, Stephen kneels down with Kaecillus beside him. The deity looks at Stephen with glee, seeing the power dwelling into his veins.
xoxonessie “Do you still believe in us?” “You and me, we are inevitable.” “Strangers. Partners. Best friends. Almost lovers.” “All I ever wanted was you.” “I will never leave you again.” “I need you to come home.” “Promise me you won’t forget us.” “You’re my end and my beginning”
all-things-tiva “McGee, I’m going to marry her” “You knew I’d fight for you” “Can’t seem to let you go” “I found myself deeply in love” “I’m in love with her, boss” “We’re holding on and letting go” “I don’t want to lose you” “I shouldn’t have left you alone” “Come and make love with me” “Like it was meant to be” “I did it all for you” “We? As in you and me?” “The hearts wants what it wants”
mon-petit-pois “I am more than his spearhead.” “I would die to save you.” “I love you more than movies.” “You are not a soulless killer.” “Ziva David, will you marry me?” “You know I love you, yes?” “Please… our story cannot end here.” “She’s alive. He can breathe again.” “Whatever you want. Whatever you need.” “Um… Tony? What is “Tisa fanfiction”?” “They were sun and moon… dancing.” “We were both ready to die.” “For you. It’s always for you.” “She had always been his Shannon.” “Nothing is inevitable… Except for us.” “Couldn’t live without you, I guess.” "And somehow, bulletproof vests replaced tutus” “She would never be a ballerina” “My heart ended with the Damocles” “I don’t care about your past” “You’ll get your ‘someday’ with me” “Momma! Daddy says you’re a ninja!”
aksannyi “We could’ve been each others’ dream.” “She liked books, he liked movies.” “I’d like to have that again.” “She never depended on happy endings.” “The prettiest grocery bag girl ever.” “You’re thinking about doing Page 57.” “She was much more sexual then.” “We talked about things that mattered.” “We were never allowed to happen.” “He offered to change with her.” “Gunshot went off, I saw YOU-” “Rule 12: Never date a coworker.” “That was definitely not your knee.” “Still okay that I come? Very.” “Left her crying on the tarmac” “We never did talk about Paris” “I miss you, and it hurts.” “We really could have been great”
cotedepablosass “You kissed me, then you left” “I know you want to change” “… as romantically dysfunctional as I am.” “Do you believe in soul mates” “The open book, barring our souls” “That is why we love you” “The hardest 180 of my life” “You have always had my back” “Till death do us part, Love” “Hold me tight, I’m falling apart”
talimom1997 “He’s her rock, and she, his” “She’d realized finding peace means him” “His smile lit up her world” “The unadorned wedding band suited her” “No doubt, he is her B'sharet” “Her tired soul awakens around him” “…then he smashed the glass. Married!” “So, peanut will be David-Dinozzo?” “They were symbiotic, moved as one” “Funny, nobody 'got her’ like him.” “Dinozzo, I’m offering the Middle-East post” “Wow Ziva, a mini ninja’s coming?” “Ultimately, he was her 'something permanent’" "Only with him, did nightmares cease”
queencotes “Why did I leave her there?” “I thought that we meant something.” “Tony, you are so…What?…Loved.” “I really wanted to tell her.” “And suddenly, an ocean’s between us.” “We were always destined to break”
attiratidaunbuconero “If only I could look into your eyes, again…” “You have always had my back.” “You wanted to be a ballerina.” “Aht lo leh-vahd. I know.” “I need to find her, Abby.” “Don’t say goodbye, i love you.” “I can change with you, Ziva.”
abeautyinyourresistance “No, I’m not going without you!” “He didn’t want to lose her.” “I was just… Having phone sex?” “Fittings. Vows. Ring. Kiss. Ketubah. Elope?” “Make the oceans between us disappear.”
cotesgoat “Tony, I, um…I am pregnant.” "Together, we are written in stone” “I can’t stand having you gone” “I love you more than life” “Together we are written in stone” “I can’t stand having you gone” “I love you more than life”
4luvofncis “And that’s why we love you.” “It’s my job to protect you.” That’s because you’re a good person” “The heart wants what it wants.” “Well it does. Well it shouldn’t.” “You are not alone. I know.” “Couldn’t live without you, I guess.” “Like they were meant to be?” “I’m not blowing on you again.” “You know, the stuff that, matters.” “It was inevitable. Nothing is inevitable.” “Do you believe in soul mates?” “They’re playing our song, sweet cheeks.” “Act like you’re just with me.” “I was just…Having phone sex?” “And that’s why we love you”
sharilynn87 “Tony, what should we name her?” “The ring fit Ziva’s finger perfectly.”
1.It’s cold as hell and you told me to bring a coat like five times but I didn’t because I was being spiteful but now I’m actually really cold, please help me.@notimetoblog
2. I got dressed up in a rocking outfit but my asshole date stood me up and now you’re convincing me to let you take me out instead because, as previously stated, this outfit is rocking and it would be a shame to waste it. @buckthegrump-main Bucky
3.I am so incredibly drunk and you’re absolutely beautiful and it’s suddenly extremely important to me that you know that. @twsbuck Bucky
4.I never got to experience my high school prom and you think that’s awful so now you’re forcing our friends to help you throw me a makeshift prom.@iluvvharrie Steve
5.It’s April Fool’s Day and you and I are on a mission to prank all of our friends harder than ever, except one backfires and now the kitchen is on fire.@headinthe-fridge Bucky
6. I live in the apartment below you and you’ve been stomping around all morning and I just wanted to sleep in and you’re being an asshole, so now I’m knocking on your door ready to throw hands but you have a really cute dog and also I’m wearing embarrassing socks.@sebtrashcan-stan Bucky