Context: my ranger elf stole a purple horse from someone and named it Barney, i was going to bring him to a wizard to enchant him to speak like Barney the dinosaur but instead chose the cheaper route of the black market.
DM: you bring your horse to the black market to enchant him to speak like barney. Role to see if your horse remains untampered with.
Me: *roles a nat one*
DM: your horse is now able to speak like Barney the dinosaur, but is now possessed by the spirit of a destructive demon, and whispers under his breath about mad cultists.
Me: if I say really fucked up shit in a Barney the Dinosaur voice whenever my horse talks can I have extra experience points?
DM: fuck yes.
Me: *in Barney voice* “I will sacrifice the gluttons of this realm’s innards to the unholy forces of my people.”
I was standing in my yard and there was a pinkish-orange mini horse standing across the road, nibbling on a giant pile of sticks and leaves. I figured I should probably tell my mom there’s a horse just hanging around so I started walking toward the front door and suddenly, the horse was standing right in front of me. I reached forward to pet it on the nose and it growled “HUNGRY FOR HAND” in a really demonic horse voice. I couldn’t run or scream and then a few seconds later I woke up.
Um...I've been stanning B.A.P for point 5 seconds, and I have like no idea who anyone is, I have to many other groups in my head...mind helping me out?
Member wise SURE, btw you made a good choice stanning B.A.P they are lovely people ANYWAYS
Leader - Rapper - oldest - awkward dad - Tigger enthusiast Yongguk writes and produces like all of B.A.Ps music, people who don’t follow B.A.P usually find him intimidating but he’s actually so incredibly soft and sweet and shy. He’s an introvert at heart that is scared of going over 30 MPH on his bike. Is a soft man but writes the darkest music, Has a small dog he must protect! Biggest Sleepy/Untouchable fanboy probably. -How to tell him apart is music is his deep ass cave voice -How to tell him apart from the group he’s usually the quiet shy one who awkwardly smiles and laughs at everything in the back.
Visual - Vocal - Gorgeous - Aesthetic mom - Bunny teeth ;;; Himchan is loud and adorable and needs to be protected. A Soft adorable man who cares about his fans sososososos much, Visual king, like he’s so pretty in pictures but irl??? fucking f l a w l e s s. Wine mom, his instagram is just the most beautiful thing you’d see ever. his vocals are sosososo neat ;; -How to tell him apart in music: voice is a lot more horse than the other members, in their heavier songs his voice SHINES but usually his voice is a lot deeper than the others in the vocal line -How to tell him apart in group He’s usually fighting with Daehyun, or loving up and being really soft with Jongup, “Dance Machine~” and just honestly usually loud all the time. :D
Main Vocal - Face of group - Baby advocate - Adorable - Professional bias wrecker - Back tattoo that everyone fucking craves to see help. Daehyun is honestly the cutest human alive???? lives and breathes for B.A.P, spoils the fandom/his stans with content. Vlive king, inhales when he laughs, gushy lovey greasy boy. His instagram is selfies galore, deletes everything honestly. B.A.Ps biggest fan, Yongguks hype man, honestly a blessing (he’s my ult bias I’m sorry) - How to tell him apart in music: high notes that make you actually want to cry???? - How to tell him apart from group: L O U D, singing in the background of any video, Hearts everywhere, Picking on Jongup or fighting with Himchan or gushing over Youngjae.
Lead/main vocal - apple cheeks - King of aegyo - Original snake Youngjae is the sassy fuck we need in this world, the most extra when around Daehyun or Zelo, Super greasy with fans, Inventor of chokers, COLLAR BONES!!!!!!!!!!, honestly he is so soft and cute, quiet on SNS usually so when we get IG posts from him the fandom collectively cries. Constantly throwing shade at everyone, B.A.Ps appointed MC for everything. Also a loud son. Just such a precious boy. -How to tell him apart in music: amazing vocals usually a bit more nasally, On stage he squints his left eye, like alll the time every song no matter what it’s a blessing. - How to tell apart from group: fluffy hair no matter what, throwing shade at Daehyun, probably standing next to Zelo and looks extra small. He is actually small tho protect.
Vocal - Main dancer - Snake 2.0 - Choreographs B.A.P dances - Shake shake and Chocolate Milk advocate Jongup is the quiet awkward one that makes everyone cry. Actual angel, Has not one bad bone in his body, is actually high key rude asf and throws the hardest shade at everyone, no one is safe from his smartass shit. Literally a fucking meme. “Look at this precious boy” you’ll say, “He’s so adorable and soft” wrong, He has the rudest stage presence. His solo songs are dirty and we love it. Likes Anime and Manga and being naked and dong coptering around the dorm before showering, I’d say “Protect Jongup” but Himchan has that covered. Everyones favorite son. When he laughs everyone stops breathing for a while. -How to tell him apart in music: I actually get him mixed up with Youngjae often I’m so sorry, but he has some amazing vocals during his verses, stage wise is completely different. ALSO HAS SOME BAD ASS POSE TO FUCK US UP WITH AND DOES LOTS OF BACK FLIPS. - How to tell him apart from the group: Awkward, does weird fucking shit sometimes that make us go ?????, looks and acts like an angel, Probably being teased by Himchan.
Zelo (Choi Junhong)
Rapper - main dancer - Maknae - Tallest small - Choreographs BAP dances - Will skateboard over your dead body while salt bae-ing - 3am Vlive king - Only member with a stage name and we don’t know why (and neither does he) Zelo is everyones favorite son, “Dont’ call him a child>:(>:(>:(”, Lowkey greasy, Buff as fuck, TEASE ON STAGE, Meme off stage, Instagram lives are his aesthetic, has a small dog he loves more then himself. Has an instagram for his small dog. Yongguks biggest fan, Was literally raised by B.A.P into the most respectful son ever. One of the fastest rappers in South Korea, not as loud but is HELLA EXTRA, illegally drinks in America bless. -How to tell him apart in music - Rapper who doesn’t have a cave voice, On stage is probably spinning at high speeds or humping the stage, or doing a air gutar move, really any of those - How to tell him apart from group : T A L L A S F U C K, a massive goof ball, He does this face a lot that when you see it you just go “Damnit Zelo”. Usually with Youngjae and they are loud together. bless
Their newest MV really has them shine the most in each of their positions, plus the visuals are beautiful so like yeah. ENJOY B.A.P MY FRIEND YOU’RE IN FOR A HELL OF A TIME
Did this with number 1 from those post break up prompts I reblogged a few days back!
Character A is on their way to sell the engagement ring they once bough for Character B (but the never got to propose) when they run into Character B again.
Wolfstar of course :)
Sirius wished the universe had at least had the decency to make it a cloudy, dreary, possibly miserable but that might be taking it a bit far, day. If this was what it had led him too, it was the least it could do, really.
He stared at the blue sky through the small front window of James and Lily’s flat, then back down at the small, velvet box in his hand. His thumb was poised to open it, nail in the soft crease between the top and bottom… and he couldn’t. He couldn’t. If he saw it again he’d never get rid of it. And it was of no use to him. Not anymore. He’d spent enough hours staring at it, the gold rim, the small inside engraving. It had promised him everything and, now that everything had been lost, it was just a heart breaking reminder. It was worthless. He knew this. But he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it sitting there, cold in the box still. It should be with him. A sudden image of Remus kissing him, palms to his cheeks, and feeling the cool pressure of the ring on his left flooded through his mind. He pushed it away with difficulty.
He shoved the box into his pocket, grabbing a jumper from the back of the couch and pulling it roughly over his head while calling to James.
“Okay!” A beat, and then, “Actually, wait, wait!”
Sirius turned from the direction of the door as James appeared in the kitchen doorway, tea in hand. His other rubbed the back of his neck.
“Are you, um…” He coughed, eyes flicking down to Sirius’ hands, searching, “Are you going…”
“Yeah.” Sirius said too quickly. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, and?”
James shook his head a little, shrugging and bringing his tea to his lips, “Nothing. Nothing, alright. Right…”
He shuffled his feet a little and Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m fine,” He definitely wasn’t fine, “I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”
James didn’t look any more at ease but he nodded, “Yeah.”
The day felt just as nice as it looked and Sirius scowled at the sun, defiantly putting his hood up and his head down.
The feeling of the box knocking against his thigh with every step was excruciating, a constant reminder of what he was about to do.
It should be with him.
His feet felt heavier with every step, every bump, and he found himself staring at the lump in his pocket. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter at his sides until his nails felt like pin pricks and the box felt like a scorching iron across his skin.
“Fucking hell-“ He dug it out of his pocket roughly, just as he collided with something— someone. Sirius’ head knocked right into a rather bony shoulder making his swear again, only to have the word mix with another curse.
“Shit, sorry, didn’t see.. you.. oh.”
Sirius’ heart started thrumming painfully in his chest. Remus straightened up in front of him.
Sirius went straight back to cursing the universe. Not now. God, please not today.
Sirius just stood there, unable to open his mouth. Remus looked… thin. His hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, as apposed to the usual neat swoop to the side. Really, Sirius couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were rimmed with soft purple, and as golden as ever. He thought he might drop to his knees, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, under the weight of the sheer longing that was coating his heart.
Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times before, “It’s a bit hot for a hood.”
Sirius blinked because what? “Wh- What?”
Remus’ cheeks flushed, “I- I don’t know why I said that. But- I- don’t you think?”
Sirius stared a moment more, then slowly raised his hand, swiping his hood from his head, “Right. The sun was just feeling a bit too…” He shook his head, still caught too off guard by how—normal—this conversation sounded.
Remus just nodded distractedly, eyes suddenly not on Sirius’, but trained on Sirius’ hand that was still resting on Sirius’ shoulder from removing his hood. He looked uneasy, panicked even.
Sirius watched as he swallowed thickly, voice coming out horse, “Meeting someone?”
Sirius knit his brows, cocking his head slightly at the sudden question, and the look crossing Remus’ face. How could I be meeting someone when that look is out there somewhere needing someone to kiss it away?
“No. ‘m not, why?”
When Remus’ eyes didn’t move to his, Sirius followed his gaze. His stomach dropped at what he found on the other end. The small, velvet box was still grasped in his hand. In plain sight.
“I- Oh. Fuck, no-” He realized what this must look like to Remus and it only made his heart tighten further. The mere thought that Remus could have it in his head that Sirius would ever, ever be with anyone else right now drove a knife in and twisted it, “No, Re- Remus,” Sirius corrected himself quickly at the way Remus winced.
“It’s fine.” Remus mumbled, “I- I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just…” He trailed off, “Dunno.”
Sirius’ mind whirled, desperately trying to find some lie to tell. He definitely wasn’t about to give Remus the truth, not with the way he wouldn’t even look at him.
“I- This is- I mean, I bought this for— these.” He corrected himself as a thought formed in his head, “I’m going to sell. This is- these are… cuff links. For James’ birthday. He- He didn’t like them.”
Remus’s eyes, which had still been fixed on the box, found Sirius’, “Oh.”
Sirius, gripped the box tightly in his palms, thumb, out of habit, wedging the opening but unwilling to follow through, “Y-Yeah.”
Remus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted from glazed over, and seemed to fill with a flicker of… something.
“Sirius…” Remus took a step forward.
Sirius’ eyes nearly closed at the way Remus said his name. Like he used to.
“Yeah…” Sirius breathed.
Remus’ eyes flit over his face as he stares down at him, “James’ birthday is in March.”
“I..” Fuck. “Yeah. It is.”
Sirius closed his eyes, taking in the close proximity of Remus’ presence and being silently furious with himself at the same time, “Yeah.” He sighed, defeated, “It is.”
Remus’ voice came out soft, “Can I see?”
Sirius’ eyes flashed back to the pools of bronze, panicked, “They’re really not much. Pretty plain. I mean-“ You never saw it. You didn’t want it. “They aren’t- It doesn’t really matter. He didn’t want them.”
Remus cocked his head, “How do you know?”
“Because he kind left before I could give them to y- him.” Sirius sighed, feeling heat bubble in his chest. He wasn’t sure what emotion it was, there were too many flowing through him.
Remus’ brow furrowed, “Well if you had stopped him maybe you could have foundout. Let me see.”
Sirius flushed. They definitely weren’t talking about James anymore. “How was I suppose to know he wanted to be stopped?”
“Of course I wanted to be stopped!”
The silence that followed left what little space there was between them now heavy with Remus’ words. They were both breathing hard. Remus’ hand had somehow made its way over Sirius’ on the box. Sirius was burning at the touch.
Remus closed his eyes, letting a breath out through his nose, “Of course I wanted to be stopped.” He repeated.
Sirius stared at him, the crease between his eyebrows, the frown on his mouth, the tightness of his jaw. He swallowed hard, voice coming out shaky, “You can’t expect me to know that, that’s- that isn’t fair. You were so.. You were so angry with me, I thought-”
Remus opened his eyes, fixing them on the ground. The sun cast eyelash shadows on his cheeks. He looked more tired and thin than he had when they started. He shook his head, “No, it isn’t fair.”
Sirius’ heart tugged when Remus let his hand slip away.
Remus still wouldn’t look at him, “‘m sorry, I… I don’t know.”
He turned, carefully avoiding brushing against Sirius again, and started to walk away. Sirius reeled at the loss of contact, the sudden empty space in front of him. He was thrown back in time, standing in their old flat. He was staring into Remus’ tear stricken face one moment and was hearing the door slam the next. There was a velvet box in his pocket and he was very, very alone.
Not again. He decided. Not again.
Sirius turned at the same time Remus did, eyes meeting. He was sure his looked wild. Remus’ looked just as untamed. He tried to slow his breathing, fingers tightening around the box.
He took a step forward.
“It isn’t cufflinks.”
Remus let out a breath, “No?”
“No.” He took another step, slowly closing the distance between them, “It’s-“ His eyes flitted over Remus’ face, hating ever worry marked there, every frown, each tired rim around his eyes, “God. It’s what I should have stopped you with.”
“You couldn’t have known-“
“I should have known.” He took the final step, thumb finally flicking the box open, “I should have let you know how much I…” He didn’t look down at the ring. Instead, he watched Remus’ eyes widen, he watched his lips part. He watched what he had wished he had watched for months. What he could watch for years. Remus’ eyes went back to his and they were glassy. He looked so tired. Sirius needed to fix it.
“Re..” Remus’ brows knit, eyes shutting at the nickname. He let out a soft noise when he felt Sirius’ hand on his cheek, holding him together.
“Re, I should’ve know. I- I know now, okay?” He ducked his head a little, desperately needed Remus to look at him, “Please, Re-“
But Remus was kissing him, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, a few tears on his own. And Sirius was melting, nearly dropping the box, the ring, as his arms made their way around Remus’ waist.
He closed the box as he kissed Remus. He had a lifetime to give him that ring. He needed this now, they needed this now. He slipped it into Remus’ back pocket, causing him to let out a watery laugh against his lips, and smiled as he wound his fingers in Remus’ hair, pulling their mouths back together.
And with Remus against him, laughing into his kiss, Sirius thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad the sun was out today after all.
PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest. ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Steve realized he is an idiot but, he matters.
You sat in silence for some while. Your position on Steve’s
arm felt so comfortable. Like you fit perfectly there. After hearing about Bob,
you were more scared for Steve than before. He had jumped into a crowd with
those things. You – you didn’t know Bob,
but just imaging how Joyce Byers must have felt when she knew he was going to
die… It made you sick. Because, that very well could have been Steve, if the Demogorgons weren’t called back
home…. He would have been the one – with six on his body sucking the life out
of him. You would have had to watch the whole thing. And, in order to keep the
kids safe… you would have had to run and leave his body behind. That was
enough for your eyes to well up in tears. Steve, who had been laying against the
wall with his eyes closed opened the one to see you trying to hold them back
and sniffling. He turned to you and picked your chin up a bit so he could look
Warnings: talks about sex, jealous Derek, first time, sex, smut
Requested By Anon
Derek glanced up when you shuffled into his loft, he was
surprised to see you’d come alone, normally if he so much as looked at you he’d
have you caving into a giddy blushing mess. He knew exactly why you acted that
way, the scent of it clung to you, driving the wolves insane but they resisted
You didn’t mean to have the deliciously obsessive scent and
no one wanted to be the first one to point it out. He watched as you stopped in
the middle of his living room and glanced at the door as if you were having second
thoughts about being there.
“You alright?” He asked finally and you jumped when he
stepped into the dim light.
Prompt: “Did you seriously just ask me to marry you while we’re in the process of being kidnapped?” — with Liam (I had to make this into Thiam, the prompt was just so them.”
This was requested by the lovely (@redstringlovers) Sammie, I hope you like it 💙
Great. Just fucking great. Of course this was how he was going to spend his weekend. He didn’t have a game to coach so he was planning on lying around the house, eating pizza, playing video games and maybe spending time with his boyfriend but no. Of course not. Why would anything be easy for him?
“Liam!” Theo grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him around the corner as bullets barreled passed, nearly missing his shoulder. “Pay attention!” Theo growled, his eyes glowing amber. Liam nodded his head, trying to focus on the task at hand: not dying.
Hell, he should be a pro at it by now. Not dying that is, the paying attention is kind of hard when his chimera boyfriend has him pressed up against the wall, being the hero as always. He even had the hero hair to go along with it now, which just made him look sexier. Snap out of Liam, admire Theo later, stay alive now, he thought.
“What’s the plan?” Liam whispered, darting his eyes around the corner of their now destroyed living room. He noticed the glass scattered along the floor, pictures of them and the pack now ruined. He focused on the house, hearing 4 heartbeats and footsteps coming closer.
“Kick ass and don’t die.” Liam looked at his boyfriend who had his signature smirk on his face, and Liam just laughed.
“Seriously, that’s the plan?” He stared into Theo’s eyes, searching for any uncertainty but was met with none. He opened his mouth to object when Theo’s lips found his, pressing him farther into the wall. He melted away at his touch, even after 5 years of dating, Theo still managed to make his heart beat skip from a simple kiss.
“I love you. Don’t die.” Theo growled at him, giving him a chaste kiss before jumping from their hiding spot to take down the hunters. Liam shook his head, wondering how he got so lucky before joining him to kick some ass.
Well maybe ‘kicking ass’ was a strong word, because it turned out the hunters had a trick up their sleeve. Liam just punched the blonde haired man who nearly shot him moments ago, his eyes searching for Theo as he just dove behind the couch to hide from another mirage of bullets.
Liam was fixing to pounce on another hunter when ever window in the living room shattered, and the room began filling with smoke. He thought it was just a way to distract them, but his breath was swept out from under him. The smoke infiltrated his lungs, leaving a burning path on its way down meaning only one thing. Wolfsbane. He clutched his chest, the inferno in his lungs becoming to0 much to stay on his feet. He heard Theo call his name, and he faintly made out his figure crawling to him on his right.
Liam’s legs finally gave out as the smoke started to separate, leaving more hunters with their guns trained on them. Theo had managed to get to him, as he continued scratching at his chest for air.
“Liam.. Liam are you okay?” Theo’s face was bleeding, his voice horse from the wolfsbane as he grabbed Liam’s face in his hands. Liam couldn’t answer, he only gave a half nod.
“Enough! Both of you!” The hunters trained on them parted like the Red Sea as an older black haired man came to stand in front of them. Liam didn’t recognize him, but he was sure he was another hunter trying to continue the vendetta Monroe started 5 years ago. He
no doubtingly will try and get Scott here, offering him and Theo as bait. Fucking hunters.. so predictable, he thought. “Where’s your alpha. Where is Scott McCall.” The man demanded and Theo laughed.
Liam loved Theo more than life itself but the Chimera did not know when he was outnumbered, outgunned, and seriously screwed. He pleaded with Theo to not say anything stupid, but of course, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Scott McCall.. the name doesn’t ring a bell.” Theo smiles up at the dark haired man, who clearly wasn’t amused by his sarcasm. Liam heard the buzz before he saw the stun gun, but he didn’t have time to react when it was thrust into his side. He screamed in pain, a million volts of pure electricity coursing through his body sending his mind into a frenzy. You heard Theo growl and that earned him a jolt as well.
You each layed on the ground, trying to catch your breath. Between the bullets, the wolfsbane, and the stun gun this weekend was turning out to be a shit show. He didn’t have long when another jolt was sent through his body, and then Theo’s.
“Dose them with the kanima venom and get them in the car. Scott will come for his precious beta, and when he does we’ll be ready.” Liam didn’t have time to comprehend what the man said as he felt a needle pierce his neck, the loss of every motor function became instant. He watched helplessly as a female hunter dosed Theo, his heart breaking at their situation.
As if he hadn’t been saying it enough, he was now. They were screwed. They had no way of attempting to fight back, not with the kanima venom coursing through their bodies. Two hunters picked him up and started to carry them to the back of a black SUV. Typical, he mumbled under his breath. Liam was trying to come up with a plan, anything to get them out of this but his mind was producing nothing. Liam thought this might be the only time Theo would like to have Stiles around.
“Liam..” Theo croaked from behind him, his voice still not fully recovered from the wolfsbane. Liam looked into his boyfriends eyes and Theo smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too Theo.” Liam smiled at him, and his boyfriend closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them to meet his gaze again. His whole facial expression changed, the smug look on his face long gone. The hunters made it to the SUV and opened the trunk to throw them in.
“Marry me.” Theo burst out as he was thrown into the trunk. Liam looked at his boyfriend with wide eyes, his body being thrown into the trunk with a loud thump. He turned his head and noticed Theo had his smirk back, with a hopeful look in his eyes.
“Did you seriously just ask me to marry you while we’re in the process of being kidnapped?” Liam hissed, he couldn’t believe what he just heard. He opened his mouth to yell when a hunter interrupted.
“Shut up the both of you!” He yelled, adjusting the rifle on his shoulder.
“Rude can’t you see your interrupting a serious moment.” Theo rolled his eyes and that set the hunter off. He brought the sling of the rifle from around his neck and smiled down at them.
“Oh I’m sorry, let me be the first to congratulate you.” He smiled, a menacing glare dancing behind his eyes. Theo opened his mouth to say something else but was met with the butt of the gun to his head knocking him out cold. Liam looked to Theo worriedly, and back at the hunter just in time to see the knockout. He felt the contact, a painful blow, and his world was engulfed in darkness.
Liam groaned, blinking his eyes to clear the black spots away that dotted his vision. The hazy cloud was starting to lift, but he could barely make out anything in the dimly lit room. 4 walls, 1 exit. He tried to move his arms but it was no use, the kanima venom was still in his body.
“You’re up. Thank god Liam, are you okay?” Liam looked to his right and saw a beaten Theo chained to a chair. He tried to remember if he looked like that when they were thrown in the trunk, but the only thing running through his mind now was what he asked. Theo Raeken proposed to him. Him.
It wasn’t like Liam didn’t want to marry him, in fact, he never wanted anything more in his life but the life that came with being the most powerful werewolf’s beta was dangerous. Theo knew that obviously, having stuck by Liam for the past 5 years, but what if he didn’t feel like getting kidnapped or almost killed every month or so in the future. What if he figured out that being with him could mean signing his on death certificate.
“Liam..” Theo’s voice had worry dripping from it, and he couldn’t hold in his thoughts any longer.
“Did you mean it?” Liam asked, biting his lip nervously. He knew that they should be coming up with a plan to get themselves out of there, but Liam couldn’t live without knowing if it was just the heat of the moment that brought on the question.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” Theo raised his eyebrows at Liam, a pointed look on his face. Liam just nodded his head, not trusting his own voice. “Of course I meant it idiot. I love you.”
“Even if it means this could be how we spent our weekends, getting beaten, kidnapped and dosed with kanima venom? Theo they only come after me to get to Scott, I have a target on my back but you… you don’t have to deal with this if you don’t want to. You don’t have to stay with me.” Liam was giving him an opportunity to back out once and for all. One chance that he was praying Theo wouldn’t take. He dared a glance to his boyfriend, who had an angry expression on his face.
“Do you really think I scare that easy Liam?” Theo raised his eyebrows, the hurt was evident in his voice.
“No I just.. I want you to know that you don’t have some obligation to me Theo. To us. I understand if you don’t want this life, I can’t promise this won’t happen again. In fact, I can guarantee this will happen again, multiple times.” Theo laughed, shaking his head lightly.
“God you’re so– Do you not get that I don’t care? I will risk my life every damn day for you dumbass.” Theo shifted in his chair, obviously regaining some control over his movements. Liam just smiled at the chimera in front of him, not even worrying anymore that they were tied to chairs. Theo looked up to him with an annoyed smile on his face. “Well?”
“Well what?” Liam tilted his head to the side, confused by his question. He heard a roar so loud the walls began to shake and he realized the cavalry had arrived.
“Is that a yes?” Theo asked, and Liam just smiled to his Fiance.
“Hell yes.” They heard the footsteps getting closer, but they just continued to smile. Theo regained full control now, snapping the chains with ease. He made his way over to Liam, breaking his chains and helping him get up.
“Alright then, let’s get the hell out here future Mr. Raeken.” Theo smirked to Liam who just laughed.
“Okay who said i’m taking your last name?” Liam raised his eyebrows as he stood on his wobbly legs. Theo chuckled, ignoring his comment as he prepared to attack whoever came through the door. Liam took a moment to admire Theo, even bloody and beaten he was still on his feet, protecting him.Liam realized no matter what came their way, they would be able to face it, together.
Character A is injured. Character B is still listed as their emergency contact.
“So, anyway, I drove about, I don’t know, four hours? Yeah, four I think it was to get the teacup pig- I mean who wouldn’t want a teacup pig, right?”
The girl- Nicole, Lily had said- stared much to excitedly at Sirius from across the restaurant table. Lily must have been joking when she said they would get on. She had to have been joking.
Sirius tried for a smile, “Uh. Yeah, right.”
The girl let out a shriek, “Right! I mean, it was a bit sketchy, honestly. The woman didn’t even ask my name. But I got the pig so, whatever, right?”
Nicole reached for her water, eyes trained expectantly on Sirius.
“I-“ Sirius had nothing, absolutely nothing to say. “Right…”
Nicole offered a slightly less enthusiastic, more uncomfortable smile, “Okay, maybe not everyone wants a teacup pig then… Whatever.”
Sirius had just enough mind to feel slightly guilty for not playing into the story a little more, when his phone rang.
He didn’t even try to feel guilty for the relief that flooded through him at the sound.
That had to be Lily calling him to tell him it was all a joke and that he was the most gullible person on this planet. Please be Lily. He dug into his coat pocket.
Faded sirens filled his ear, then the voice of a woman.
“Hello, is this Mr. Sirius Black?”
Sirius’ brow knit, and he held up a finger to Nicole who seemed to be having trouble getting her pasta noodles to stay on her fork and payed him no mind.
“Yes.” He said as he closed the restaurant door, wrapping an arm around himself and his thin sweater against the cold. He tried to push down the worry in his chest at the formal tones, “Yeah, speaking.”
“Mr. Black, I’m calling from Mercy Hospital on behalf of Remus Lupin. Unfortunately, there has been an accident…”
A ringing made its way up from Sirius’ heart into his ears, chilling him. Accident. It was like he was now listening to the world through cotton.
Remus. In an accident. Sirius’ heart beat against his skull. Remus who he hadn’t stopped thinking about for months. Remus who he hadn’t seen for months.
An accident an accidentanaccident.
Sirius brought a hand up to his mouth, stomach churning.
“Mr. Black? Mr. Black, are you there-“
“Yes. Yes, I-“ He pressed the hand over his eyes, “What- is he-” His voice sounded much too horse, like he’d been shouting. Please tell me he’s okay.
“I wasn’t on call sir, I’m afraid I don’t know the details. ”
Sirius closed his eyes, hand dropping to the brick wall. He felt like he was holding himself together, “Right. Right.”A thought occurred to him, “Wait.”
“Why are you- I mean, why did you call me? I don’t..” Why not James? Lily? His parents?
“Well, you’re his emergency contact, so…”
Emergency contact? Sirius’ heart sped up, fear combining with the lingering longing for Remus he’d been trying to suppress to a simmer for what felt like forever. It flared up, burning a hole in his chest through and through. Despite the fact that Remus had probably just forgotten about it, Sirius’ heart warmed. “Right. Thank you. Thanks, I’ll be- in a bit.” He shook his head, he wasn’t making sense.
He didn’t even think he made eye contact with Nicole when he grabbed his jacket and threw (probably too much) money onto the table.
It was the only thing going through his mind.
The cabbie tried to talk to him on the ride there but he either didn’t hear the words or doesn’t remember what he said. The city lights were streaks of color in his eyes, and they stayed streaks when the cab stopped moving. He tripped on the curve. It was wet, and red and blue ambulance lights reflected in the puddled yellow surface. When had it started to rain? Sirius saw the sirens but heard only his own breath. The doors opened by themselves and he nearly tripped again. Everything was too white now.
“Remus.” He gasped at the woman behind the desk. He wiped wet hair from his forehead, leaning heavily against the counter, “Remus.”
She obviously recognized him from their phone call not moments before. She got up, motioning for him to follow through another set of doors that opened by themselves. His eyes told him she had started talking to, his ears didn’t.
She stopped outside of a room. 221. This door didn’t open by itself and Sirius was left, hands pressed to the hard wood and face alined with the small window. His heart went to his throat, his stomach into knots.
The scene wasn’t chaotic, but it wasn’t peaceful either. Sirius’ breath fogged up the glass and Remus momentarily looked as if he were asleep on a cloud, not a hospital bed. The sight was angelic and disturbing; it looked too far away. Sirius pushed open the door, wiping the glass as he did and Remus was back in the hospital bed and much, much closer. Panic threatened to simmer up again.
Sirius expected to feel out of place. He expected to feel as if someone else should be here. Remus would want someone else here. Right? But he didn’t. He felt just as draw to Remus now as he had any other day, maybe even more so with the whites of the hospital making him look pale and delicate.
Sirius jumped at the voice from behind him and turned to see the nurse from the phone flipping through Remus’ chart. She glanced up at him, then nodded her head to Remus, “He’s very lucky, you know.”
Sirius looked at her, then back to Remus with his slowly purpling eye, his bloodied lip, the IV and white bandage striped across his shoulder like a seatbelt.
“Lucky..” He breathed.
The nurse closed it with a clatter, hanging it back on the bed end, “Lucky. To be alive. To have someone come running at a moment’s notice. Honestly, what was that, five minutes?”
Sirius blinked at her. He didn’t know how long it had been.
She just smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his shoulder, “He’s going to be fine. I’d still stay though. It’s good to have a familiar face around when they wake up.”
Even one they probably hate?
Sirius almost voiced this question, when he realized he had been left alone, door swinging shut behind her. Left alone to stare at Remus’ slowly breathing form on the bed.
Guilt washed through him in sudden, powerful waves.
If I hadn’t let you walk out would you still be in here?
Sirius took a breath and it shuttered its way through him. That was stupid. It had been months ago. There’s no way of knowing…
“Fuck.” He breathed, shuffling a little and looking around. He thought about sitting on the bed, but he wasn’t sure what Remus would do- how he would feel- when he woke up, and he didn’t think close proximity was the best way to find out. He pulled at the stool by the wall instead, wincing when it scraped against the tiles much louder than he had anticipated. He picked it up, placing it next to the bed carefully. He sat awkwardly and straight.
He might have sat there for hours, might have been minutes. Time passed sluggishly, then seemed to speed up, then slow again. His eyes slipped closed, he slumped forward onto the bed, just as dawn was filtering through the blinds and casting lines of warm light across Remus’ face.
Be okay. Sirius said it even in his dreams. Please be okay.
He woke up to a light tapping at his shoulder, long fingers shaking gently. It took him seconds to remember where he was and he sat up too fast, straining his neck.
“Fuck- Remus-“ His eyes went right to Remus, eyes roaming his face, searching for any alarming reasons for Remus to be waking him.
Perhaps the most alarming part of that search was that Remus didn’t look alarmed at all. Or that his hand had slid down Sirius’ shoulder and into his palm. Or that his fingers were gripping Sirius’.
Sirius stared at their hands for a moment, before slowly looping his fingers around Remus’ too, “Remus…”
Remus didn’t say anything. He just looked at their hands too. His eye was fully swollen now, cheek pushing it closed a little, but his lip looked slightly better. The bandage on his chest was clean so Sirius guessed that was good. And Remus just sat there, holding his hand. Sirius’ heart beat. He was utterly helpless against the feeling of Remus’ cool fingers, so utterly helpless.
“Before I blacked out,” Remus’ voice was barely there. He coughed weakly, but shook his head when he saw Sirius eye the cup of water on the bedside table. “Before I blacked out,” he began again, eyes moving back to their hands, “I was thinking about you.”
Sirius was so, so helpless, “Re…”
“I was hoping they’d call you. I couldn’t remember if..” He coughed again, and this time Sirius took matters into his own hands, holding the cup out. When Remus didn’t take it, he raised it to Remus’ lips, but Remus covered the top, shaking his head, “I was coming to you-“ Another coughing fit but Sirius barely heard it this time.
I was coming to you.
Sirius stared at Remus, wide-eyed. He felt his heart frantically trying to keep up with his lungs, “God, Remus. God, if something had really gone wrong, if you-“
“I’m not-“ He cut himself off again and Sirius sighed.
“For fuck sake, drink.” He didn’t let Remus refuse this time.
When Remus had drained half the glass he let his head fall back against his pillows, eyes staying on Sirius, and hand gripping tighter, “I’m not blaming you. I’m not, Sirius, listen to me. Jesus.”
Sirius couldn’t help it. He pressed his lips to Remus’ knuckles, encasing the chilly hand in both of his own. If something had happened if something had happened his mind kept replaying. He would had never known. You would’ve never got the chance to tell him.
Remus’ eyes flutter at the small gesture and he sighs, “I missed you. God, I’ve missed you so much, Pads, and look, look what happened. We can’t-“ Sirius hears the heart monitor pick up and he shifts onto the edge of the bed, hand pushing through Remus’ hair, trying to calm him.
“We can’t waste a day.” Remus’ eyes are pleading and golden in the dawn light. He breathes for a second, turning his face into Sirius’ palm, “I can’t spend another day. Not like this. Not without you. Anything can happen at any time and- and if something happened and I didn’t have you-“ The monitor starts to pick up again and Remus’ chest is heaving against the bandages and Sirius does the only thing he can think of.
He kisses Remus. It’s soft, and more on the corner of his mouth than anything, to avoid his injury, but its like he can breathe again. His thumb runs along his jaw as he pulls away, forehead against forehead,
“Take it easy love, okay? You don’t have to spend-“ He closes his eyes, “Fuck, Re. Fuck, if you’ll have me you never have to spend another fucking second without me. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t leave your side. I’d never…” Sirius just shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Remus’ forehead, “Okay?”
Remus’ eyes are hooded and sleepy when Sirius looks back to him, but he’s smiling. A smile Sirius knows is reserved just for him, and one he hasn’t seen in a lifetime.
Sirius’ thumbs lightly over the swollen part of Remus’ lip, “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay? I- fucking hell, Re-“ His voice breaks at the end and he can’t continue.
“I know.” Sirius’ can feel the heart monitor on Remus’ finger press into his cheek, “I was scared too.”
Summary- The reader was made from Tony’s DNA (and an unknown inhuman). Fury brings her to Tony after the civil war. The reader is 5 and doesn’t speak due to the trauma she has faced in her life. But Tony finds out she can control machines.
“Y/N, I have a present for you.” You
Dad says, moving your attention away from Dum-E.
<Really?> You sign excitedly.
“Yes, really!” Your Dad chuckles. You
run over to where he is in the workshop and hop up onto his lap. “These are
micro-bots. You can use your powers to control them.” You look at your dad
<Can I try?> You ask.
“Of course! They are yours after all!”
Your father says. So you use your powers to create different shapes. “If you
ever feel threatened I want you to use them, Okay?” You nod. “They can shock
people to.” At that you nod your head excitedly.
<Lunch?> You ask after an hour
of playing with your new toys.
“Yeah, let’s go get lunch.” Your Dad
says as he lifts you off of his lap and puts you on his hip. When the two of
you walk out of the lab you see Bucky leaning against the wall.
“Nope.” Your Dad says and he starts
to walk quickly down the hall.
“Tony, just let me talk to you.”
“Stay the hell away from me and my
kid.” Your Dad growls and you hit his shoulder lightly. “Sorry, Peanut, heck,
stay the heck away from me and my kid.” You nod in approval at his change in
“Just l-let me explain.” Bucky
stammers as he follows the two of you down the hall.
“Isn’t it enough that you got him? Do
you really need to rub this in my face! Haven’t I suffered enough because of
you! I might not have been the love of his life, but he was mine a-and I thought
I would be enough for him! But how can I compete with true love!” You Dad sobs,
so you cling to him tighter and use one of your hands to wipe away the tears
that started to fall down his cheek.
“No, Tony y-you don’t understand!”
“Let’s go back into the lab, Peanut.
Auntie Pep will bring us food.” Your Dad murmurs as he retreats back into the
workshop. As soon as the doors close your Dad puts you down and he falls to his
knees and starts to sob. You walk in front of him and he pulls you into a hug. “It’s
okay. I’m okay. I promise, Y/N/N.” You pull back a bit and put your hands on
each of his cheeks, you furrow your eyes in concentration and you look him in
“I-I-I-I l-l-o-o-v-v-vv-v-e-e y-y-y-y-o-o-o-u-u, D-D-D-a” You stutter, your
voice was horse, since you’ve barley spoken, before this you had only spoken a
in speech therapy and it always came out with a stutter, so it was just easier
to sign. You Dad gasps and pulls you to him and hugs you and sobs some more.
“I love you too, Munchkin.” Your Dad
Later that same week you were walking
through the compound, looking for Peter. You were by the gym when you heard a
struggle. So you ran in and saw Bucky and Steve beating up Peter. Without
thinking you use your tiny-bots-you liked that name better-to shove the two
super soldier up against the wall. Then you start to electrocute them.
“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Steve gasps.
Peter looks at them and then spins around and see’s you.
“Y/N! Stop! They’re not hurting me!
I-I promise! We were just training!” Peter says as he kneels next you. You look
him over, for any injuries and when you see none you nod and let them down, the
tiny-bots fly back into the pocket on your dress. Then you take Peters hand and
drag him out of the gym.
“What was that?” You hear Bucky say
in the gym.
“I-I don’t know.” Steve murmurs.
“Was that really necessary?” Peter
asks looking down at you, with an eyebrow quirked up. You nod your head solemnly
in response. “Yeah, okay.” Then the two of you continue down the hall to where
the grown-ups where, so you could all eat together.
Later that same night, you and your
Dad where in the lab. You were “sleeping” on the couch, while your Dad works steadily
into the night. You hear the door open, then shut quietly.
“Me and Buck are just friends. Ya
know.” Steve murmurs.
“Yeah, okay.” You Dad whispers.
“It’s true, we’ve only ever been
friends. Buck told me what you said to him and y-you’re the love of my life,
Tones.” Steve whispers.
“Don’t. Just don’t. You’re getting my
hopes up and I just can’t take that kind of heart break again. I-I have a daughter
now a-and she’s amazing. She’s so smart and kind. Did anyone tell you she has
powers? She talks to machines, and they listen
to her. So I can’t just fall down a rabbit hole of drinking and partying when
you ditch me again.” Your Dad stammers.
“I’ll never leave you, I’ve never
stopped loving you. Leaving you like I did it broke my heart.” Steve murmurs.
“W-We can’t just pick up where we
left off. But if you wanted to-uh-maybe we could start over.” Your Dad
“I-I’d like that. M-maybe we could go
to dinner tomorrow.” Steve asks.
“I’d like that.” Your Dad says. “I
need to get Y/N/N to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then you hear the door shut
and your Dad walks over to you. “Nosey little thing aren’t ya.” You smile up at
him and nod. Your dad chuckles. “Well let’s get you to bed. You can sleep in
tomorrow.” He murmurs as he lifts you up.
<Are you excited?> You ask.
“I-I think so, Peanut.” Then the two
of you make your way out of the lab. You’re asleep before your head hits the
Favourite thing to do on saturday nights: Fave movies screencaps redraw!:D
Shin from the movie “Hoshi wo ou kodomo” (children who chase lost voices/ Journey to Agartha.) by Makoto Shinkai!:D (NOT A ghibli movie but I think some character design staff from ghibli had a hand in it maybe.)