sending you his hearts

BTS Reaction - Watching you perform after a break up

Thank you anon for the request! <3


Jin

Broken up or not, he had promised to sit there and watch you debut. He even had front row seats and all, just like he promised he would. He would just sit there, send you some smiles and admire you from a distance. 

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Jimin

He’s not a man who would break a promise, no matter what had happened between you and him he still promised to be there and watch you. Everyone in the audience would probably say that you were happy, but he knew that your smile didnt quite shine just as it usually does. When you spotted him in the audience he would send you a small heart with his hands, hoping that you could find some comfort in him being there.

Originally posted by sosjimin

Jungkook

Sure he was hurting, you and him had spent many years together and it was hard to understand that it was over. He would watch you and admire how stunning you looked on stage, how you could stand there and shine just as bright as always. He was proud of you.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Yoongi

Yoongi would be a lot like Jungkook, even if he was hurting he was still there to watch you. He would be proud of you, even if he didn’t have that much to say.

Originally posted by boo-t-s

Taehyung

He would not be able to keep his eyes off you, and when your eyes met he mouthed to you that you were doing good and by accident a i love you at the end of the sentence. He was not smiling, but still hoped that you knew he really meant what he said. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Hoseok

Sad Hoseok would still give you a smile. He knew how nervous you had been for this performance and that it meant everything to you, and since you still meant everything to him he would gladly sit through the whole thing.

Originally posted by junghoshikie

Namjoon

You would be surprised to see him there. You didn’t think he would come after the nasty fight you and him had before your relationship ended, but there he was. He was smiling and even if it was not one of his usual smiles you knew he meant well and only wanted you to feel okay for your first time on stage.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

episode one :: Yuuri Katsuki is the most beautiful disaster that Victor has ever met in his entire life, and Victor has built his empire on beautiful disasters.



Victor isn’t sure he knows what he’s doing anymore by the time casting rolls around for season 22 of The Bachelor.  Okay, he knows what he’s doing, but it’s all autopilot.  He’s got a dossier of Chip Vanderbones and Tad Hardbeefs to look at, but is almost resigned enough to just give into Lilia and Yakov’s suggestion to cast Georgi Popovich, notorious histrionic Bachelorette season 10 runner-up, as this season’s lead out of sheer notgivingafuckness.  At this point Victor isn’t even sure whether he really wants to be in this game at all anymore, but what the hell else he would do besides sleep for a thousand years if he retired before thirty?  

And then Phichit Chulanont comes into his office to distract him during a conference call with Yakov to tell him a story about his friend who just crashed and burned at the Figure Skating Grand Prix Finals, and everything click click clicks into place: redemption narrative.  Twenty young men are going for the gold, but only one can win the heart of Yuuri Katsuki– he can hear the promos, see the character arcs unfold, and the narratives rush through him like they’ve always lived inside him and it feels–exciting.  

“Phichit,” Victor says suddenly, interrupting Phichit and grabbing him from across his desk.  “We have to get him.  He’s our next bachelor.”

“Oh my God,” Phichit replies, eyes widening, and then again, “Oh my God.

“Do you think you could get him?” Victor asks.  He’s seeing figure skating dates, thematic destination shoots in Chile and Finland and Iceland, “The Bachelor: Love on Ice” title screen flashing over two champagne glasses on the lip of an outdoor hot tub.  

“Do I think I can get him,” Phichit repeats dismissively, looking the closest to offended that Victor has ever seen him.  “What do you think you hired me for, Nikiforov.”

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Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Imagine: Savior

Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy

Requested: Yes
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!

A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again

Warnings: none

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To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.

Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.

Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.

“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”

“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.

He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.

He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.

Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.

Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.

Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.

But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.

Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.

Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.

But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.

Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.

Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.

Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.

Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.

Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.

“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”

There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.

Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”

It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”

Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.

The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.

“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”

The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.

Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.

Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.

Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.

“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”

“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”

Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.

Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.

Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.

His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.

You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.

“Do I look bad or something?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“

A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.

Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.

The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

—The Next Morning—

You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.

You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.

His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.

You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.

His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.

“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”

Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.

He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.

“I can do you one better.”

Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.

The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.

Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.

He had finally got the girl of his dreams.

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Snape with a few hairdos, the manbun, the bowl cut, all the classics. 

HIDDEN STARS | PT.1 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | + | (completed)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: angst, smut / idol au

word count: 9,925

description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated. 

You could feel the music pulsing around your body as you swayed in time with the beat. There were packs of dancing figures surrounding you, and you suddenly felt the need for a break from the suffocating atmosphere. You wiggled your way through the mob of people until you reached the outside, and took in a relieved breath; but you immediately regret it because your lungs are instantaneously filled with cigarette smoke from the abundance of lounging celebrities.

You had somehow managed to make it into the VIP section of the club that night, probably due to the short red dress that hitched higher and higher up your legs with every movement you made. It was strange, every time you turned your head there was another famous person catching your eye. You weren’t too into celebrity culture, but you couldn’t help but find it kind of surreal seeing all these people that were usually just pictures in a magazine, or pixels on a screen, standing right before your eyes.

You couldn’t stop the fit of coughing that overtook you, as you tried to expel the rancid smoke that had invaded your body. You stumbled forward slightly, as you tried to make your way to the bar for a drink, when you suddenly feel a hand being placed on your back. You whip your head to the side to try and politely ask the stranger to not touch you, but when his face comes into view all of your words are lost.

There was no mistaking his raven black hair that paired with his fiery eyes, which contrasted greatly with his cute bunny-like smile.

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Clingy

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Rating: Fluffy fluff

Summary: You come home after a long day to an impatient and affectionate Jaebum.


“Baby, I’m home!” You yell out into the dimly lit hallway of your apartment.

Surprisingly, you got home after Jaebum. His practices usually ran late and you’d be home long before he was but you had finals coming up so the library has kept you its unwilling prisoner.

As you put your keys away and take your shoes off you hear feet skid across the wooden floors and someone hugs you from behind. Jaebum wraps his arms around your waist tightly and buries his head into the bend where your shoulder and neck meet. 

“Hi.” He mumbles against your skin, sighing into you. You stay in his embrace for a while, relishing in the feeling of being caught up in him.

You smile at his affection then turn in his arms to face him. Your arms instinctively find themselves around his neck and you kiss his cheek quickly.

“Your home late,” he whined, scrunching his nose and furrowing his eyebrows, as you pull away from his cheek. You laugh, surprised at the sudden cuteness that you never really see from your boyfriend.

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Jonerys, Got 7x06

Before I watch the finale I’d like to write down my thoughts about my new fav ship because I am pretty sure their (couply) relationship won’t last long. To be specific it may last until they’ll find out that they are related. And it’s gonna break my shipper heart. I know, it’s common to marry a relative in those times but somehow it has a negative connotation (still hoping I am absolutely wrong though just because) and I guess my heroes won’t stay together in this special kind of way. I do believe in a baby though. And I do believe they won’t stop loving each other. And I do believe only one of them will survive in the end.

That being said …

Finally GoT was able to write a real love story. Before Daenerys and Jon met we (at home) often talked about what it might be like when they’d meet. And when Daenerys left Dhario behind we were pretty sure they’d end up together romantically (before that we went forth and back) and I was like: „ I can’t see Jon with Daenerys. They are too much alike. He needs a girl like Ygritte. An extrovert.“

Hell, I was sooo wrong. They match perfectly. They have chemistry. It feels like they complete each other. They give each other something that no ones ever given them before. Understanding probably. It’s like they found more than love – they found a soulmate. That’s why I think the won’t go seperate ways even when they find out about their family status. They just won’t sleep with each other (anymore).

But now I want to talk about my absolute favorite scene. How I felt about it, what it meant to me. Imo it was a masterpiece of emotions. Add the music…

While watching Jon behind the wall I remembered the last episode. The first time ever I felt like he wasn’t the first in line to go on this dangerous mission. He would have preferred to stay at Dragonstone.

 And then, while Jon was talking to Beric and he explained how he felt about his life.

BERIC: […] Your Wildling friend told me the red woman brought you back. […] We both serve the same lord.
JON: I serve the north.
….

BERIC: He wants you alive.
JON: Why?
BERIC: I don’t know.

BERIC: […]You and I wont find much joy while we’re here. But we can keep others alive. We can defend those who can’t defend themselves.

JON: “I am the shield that guards the realms of men.”
BERIC: Maybe we don’t need to understand any more than that. Maybe that’s enough.
JON: Aye. Maybe that’s enough.


This whole conversation made me so sad. Jon is feeling very alone and empty obviously .

Later on - while fighting the wights - he had given up. That was it. It was over.

And then out of the blue …

She was there. And with her came light, warmth, care. In all of its meanings. Physically and in a metaphorical sense.


In this very moment they both knew she came to save him. In this tiny moment the other people were unimportant. It was just the two of them. She wanted him safe and she saved him. In more than one way. And this was the first time I saw Jon pushing others out his way to get to something he wants


In this moment Daenerys kind of breathed life into Jon. He forgot everything. His honor, his supposed purpose. He just wanted to leave with her. Leave the cruel things behind and live. After he was resurrected some time ago he finaly came back to life. He did not feel alone anymore.

And Daenerys was happy too. He was alive and she now knew her feelings were mutal.

TOGETHER


These scenes were so extra special. I was crying from the moment she and Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal appeared in the sky. Plus the death of Viserion hurt so bad. But my beloved dragons need an extra post.

Bossy (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Shamelessly dropping this filthy smut idea for you, because I love the way you write and I just couldn’t get it to flow the way I know you can. Jughead and the reader have been together and intimate for awhile. Jughead is used to letting the reader pull things her own way. Jughead gets things going and essentially bosses the reader around. Ex. “Down on your knees.” I also feel like he could secretly get into saying things like: “such a good girl.” Seeing bad boy jughead sparked it up

Hello 💕 so i have a fic idea but it’s a little weird so it’s completely fine if you don’t want to do it. Could you write something where the reader and jughead get into a fight because the reader is jealous (you decide the reason) and because of the argument they end up having angry sex? + slightly dom jug? Like i said, totally fine if you don’t want to. I love your writing ❤

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I changed it a little bit. Hopefully you like it xxx

Warnings: Light Smut

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Bossy (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Ginger and Tina were flirting with him again. He never flirted back but it didn’t stop you from getting jealous.

Hell half the damn school seem to flirt with him after Betty and Him figured out who killed Jason over a year ago.

You roll your eyes at the two cheerleaders trying to get your boyfriend to do their work. Idiots.

He turns and gives you the smile reserved just for you, making your heart flutter.

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Becoming The Person You Needed Me To Be.

Request from anon:Hey, could you do a Bucky x Reader where at a young age you get a vison of your soul mate. The Reader saw Bucky as the Winter Soldier and has been afraid of him. When they do meet Bucky tries to show her he is not him anymore because he has been waiting for her since he was a child and the vision he saw of her has help him get through tough times.

Note: This is my first ever soulmate fic so I have nooooo idea if it is any good or if it is what the anon was looking for but, as you can tell by the length of it (lol!), I had so much fun with it so I really hope you all enjoy it :)

Bucky x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Words: 2,602

Warnings: Visions of violence, mention of injuries and death, angst and then some fluff! Think that is all - if I have missed anything please let me know.

Disclaimer: GIF used is mine <3

Soulmates.

Every single person across the world had one and no one ever felt complete until they had found one another. A task of which most took on with a sense of hopefulness and excitement. Some people even dedicated every minute of their daily life to finding the one who belonged to them…which would explain why so many people found themselves unemployed at the moment given that they didn’t want to think about anyone other than the one they were destined to be with.

But not you.

Where others would love the images that invaded their mind of the person they needed to find you dreaded even falling asleep on a night because of the ones that came to you. Nothing you saw was positive in any way and it certainly didn’t have you wanting to find the man involved either. Everything that ran through your mind in regards to your so-called soulmate was the foundations of a bloodcurdling nightmare.

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omg I saw all the talk about mystic messenger recently, so I decided to play some last night and got this call from zen lolol (he’s a true phantom thief!!)

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Confirmed. (submitted by @freshcats)

Snowflakes (Jughead x Reader)

Request: can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Words: 755

The snowflakes fluttered around you as you stood by Sweetwater river. Your hair getting a new shade as they covered your head. You looked out upon the frozen river, noticing how calm everything seemed to be in this very moment. You wished your life was like this place but you knew it wasn’t going to happen. Over the last few weeks your life had completely turned upside down and it was all thanks to one person called Jughead. Jughead and you had dated for almost a year until he broke it off. There was no reasoning as to why, just him saying the same line over again which was “It’s just not going to work anymore”. You were heartbroken and for weeks now you have been going over every little time you had spent together to try and see where it all went wrong but nothing came up. Your were searching for something that was impossible to find. You thought you could be okay but you were dead wrong. Your friends or more like Jugheads friends had completely turned their backs to you. They acted like you didn’t existence anymore which led to another part of your heart to be damaged. The thought that they were only friends with you because of Jughead became true as time went on and the memories you have had with everyone became fake. They didn’t care and neither did anyone else.

The river was covered in deep snow. You could feel the wetness entered your short boots as you took each step. A smiled appeared on your face as you finally hit the middle of the river. The happiness you felt, in the newly white area was something you hadn’t felt in a while. This is where you wanted to be, in a place where you could be free from everything and everyone. But that didn’t stop you from letting the tears fall. You knew that this wasn’t a fairytale and that not everything you wanted would stay. The grief washed over you as you saw moving figures in the distance. Of course they had to come and ruin the one thing you truly wanted at this point.

 “Y/N” You heard Betty call but you refused to turn and look. You wanted them to see the pain they had caused you but you didn’t think you were ready to face them. As much as you loved them you now wanted to go.

 “Come on Y/N, don’t fool around. Get off the ice” Archie yelled knowing you could hear him. You still did nothing but watched the snowflakes fade into the ground just like you wanted.

 “Y/N GET OFF THE ICE!” Jughead shouted. His voice caught your attention more than the others and you turned to see the four as anger flowed through your veins

 “WHY DO YOU CARE ALL OF THE SUDDEN” You yelled. It made you angry that they came to the one place that you finally found peace.

 “We always care Y/N” You huffed at Veronica’s statement.

 “You have a good way of showing it”

 “Babe can you please just get off the ice” Jughead pleaded. You didn’t hear the ice starting to crack under your feet only paying attention to Jug calling you his babe. He had no right after everything. “Why are you doing this? You could die, just get off the damn ice”

 “Did you ever think that was the point?” You said as your voice cracked. The tears were falling down both cheeks now and you couldn’t make them stop. If you never spoke maybe they would of thought that your stained cheeks were from the snowflakes. The look on their face were filled with shock from your words but the only person you cared about was Jughead. “It’s your fault I’m here! I needed to get away from this mess. The mess that you left and would call my heart. I don’t want to be here” You wiped away some tears before you continue “I want it to stop. The pain. I need it to fade”

 “Y/N” Jughead spoke as he took a step onto the ice but the small worried moment was short lived as the ice shooked. Jughead head quickly shot up to meet your tear filled eyes but not for long as the ice broke right under your feet sending you down into the water below. Jughead heart dropped to his stomach as he watched the ice break away from under you, not knowing what else to do he ran out to find you, against all of the yelling of his friends.

 The water burned your skin as it came in contact from being so cold. The pain you had felt moments before was nothing compared to this. You open your mouth to scream but you were only met with the freezing water filling your lungs. Everything felt heavy and you couldn’t do anything about it but close you eyes because when you did everything started to fade including you.

 Jughead watched your eyes flutter open and your body shiver. Pulling his coat off of his warm body to place around you. He felt relieved that you alive but he could only stared at your broken frame in front of him not caring about what the others were saying. He knew help was on the way he didn’t need to know that, the only thing he needed to know was something that no one could tell him. How do you fix a girl that you broke in the first place? Where do you start? Because right now all Jughead knew, was that you were almost gone. The only piece left was small as snowflakes.

some YoungK headcanons

•  Brian is really a night owl who loves to talk to you endlessly on the phone and ask for help on his schoolwork
•  other times he’ll be calling to play you a cord to see if it fit his lyrics
•  and you’d be so amazed bc wow he juggles all that while still being a sane and perfect boyfriend ?????
•  study dates with lots of chicken wings and pizza and soda are his favorite
•  bc yall never do any studying anyway lmao you thought!!!
•  he’d just be working up the courage to hold your hand again and be able to kiss you after wiping that cheese off your face
•  and that itself takes up like 2 hours so (he’s still shy even after being together for so long omg)
•  if your hair is curly he’d love that tbh
•  he’d be twirling it and playing with it in his hands and sometimes he’d get carried away and make you fall asleep bc he’s so gentle
•  like he’ll never tug on it and if he does, the fool will kiss your hair and apologize lmfao what
•  sometimes if he has nightmares about you, he can’t stop himself from wanting to hear your voice and calling you
•  tries to play it cool like “Yeah we just had a late practice and I decided to call you so pls keep talking to me are you ok, is everything good???”
•  but you can hear his voice breaking and his breathing is short and heavy
•  this is esp bad when he’s away for long periods of time poor Kang
•  collects pictures of you on his phone when you’re distracted/when he caught you off guard looking cute af
•  he has a habit of pointing out the things he loves about you
•  he doesn’t ever mean to make you blush when he does it, it’s just so heartfelt and he’s being so sincere
•  I don’t ever see him being jealous tbh he’s a pretty chill guy when it comes to you
•  he won’t even have any trust issues or feel insecure at all
•  he knows he’s the only one for you and vice versa •  that shocked and surprised face when he sees you wearing his clothes, or even his infamous guitar strap
•  he’s like is this a thing now?? You gonna make me almost faint every time I see you like, rude????
•  his smile is so bright when he pulls you in a tight hug
•  he relaxes into it when you softly caress his back and smile against his neck
•  pulls away after a quick kiss to look at you pouting bc you wanna keep kissing him but he’s a tease
•  nah but fr makeouts are heavenly
•  you feeling like his lap is your throne and everything while he tugs on your lips with his teeth oooo boi
•  him sending you so many hearts and cute emojis when you’re texting
•  and blushes when you do the same and he won’t be able to sleep bc you’re so cute
•  bruh he’s so smitten 💛

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BTS realise they are truly in love with you...

When they realise they are truly in love with you… (this was requested a while ago and I thought it was cuuuuute)!!!
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Jin-

You were attending an awards after party in a rooftop bar with Jin when you told him you were going to get some air whilst he conversed with his friends. You found yourself leaned against against the glass balcony, relishing in the cooling breeze. You closed your eyes and titled your head back slightly as your hair fluttered softly in the breeze, exposing your shoulders in your black fitted off the shoulder dress. The sun had just started to set and the sky behind you was a shade of blood orange. Jin came looking for you when he realised you’d been gone awhile, and that’s exactly how he’d find you. Picture Perfect. And That was when Jin realised how lucky he was because he saw how truly beautiful you were and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

;Suga-

Yoongi would realise he truly loved you when he was just laying down on the couch watching you. You’d just be milling around your apartment, tidying odds and ends up, whilst still dressed in your pyjamas. He’d begin to think about all the things you did, like making sure there’s always coffee ready in the morning, or sticking his towels on the radiator to heat up while he’s showering… He’d even notice the little things like how you always gave him a bigger plate of food to make sure he was eating properly or how whenever he takes his jacket off and throws it to the floor you’d always hang it straight up. You’d notice him just lying there watching you with a small smile on his face. ‘What?’ You’d ask with a raised eyebrow. ‘Nothing… I just love you that’s all…’

Namjoon-

It was snowing heavily outside your apartment and you Namjoon was leaving soon to film with BTS outdoors. He emerged from your bedroom in what you could only describe as, a coat that was not suitable for this weather. ‘You can’t go out like that in this weather you’ll freeze!’ Namjoon sighed at you, ‘It’ll have to do I can’t find my padded coat…’ You wrinkled your nose at him and disappeared only to return not even a minute later with his winter coat in your arms. 'How did you do that?!’ Namjoon questioned, genuinely in awe. 'Women have their ways…’ You responded before going into the kitchen and returning with two large flasks in your hand. 'Coffee for the big boys and Hot Coco for the kiddies!’ You stated handing them to him. A smile creeped across his face at your kindness, you had clearly thought about this. Namjoon thanked you before heading to the door, but he was stopped by an object hitting his back. He turned around to see a bobble hat lying behind him and you standing with a pair of matching gloves in your hand. 'And don’t even think of coming home to me sniffling and shivering…’ You stated folding your arms. Namjoon laughed at your indirect but humorous way of looking after him. 'I won’t now… See you later Y/N I love you!’ He’d call before finally leaving.

JHope-

Hoseok would come home early from practice to visit you in your apartment. He’d slip in quietly with the keys you gave him to surprise you, but he’d stop dead in his tracks when he saw you standing outside on your apartment balcony. You weren’t wearing anything fancy, just jean shorts and a checked shirt, but he thought you just looked so good illuminated by the setting sun. He noticed you were on the phone and creeped closer only to hear you gushing to your best friend about him. He stood listening with a smug smile as you told your friend all about how kind and sweet and funny and handsome he was. He couldn’t wait anymore so he cleared his throat making you jump. You jumped at his sudden presence and narrowed your eyes as you registered his facial expression. Hoseok then began sending you hearts through the glass door whilst mouthing 'I love you too!’ And that was when you realised he’d heard everything you’d said on the phone.

Jimin-

Jimin would be leaning against your kitchen bench watching you 'try to make dinner’ because you were struggling to open a bottle of wine. He raised his eyebrows as he watched you frustratedly trying to twist the top off, he knew you wouldn’t cave and ask for help because you were far too much of a strong independent woman for that. You pouted your lips as you tried again and again to open it before you harshly placed it on the bench in front of Jimin. 'Help meeee…’ You whined caving in. 'What was that? You want my help? Did I hear a please?’ You rolled your eyes at him, you knew he was trying to wind you up. 'Please Jimin…’ You replied playing up to him and fluttering your lashes. 'You’re so strong!’ Jimin let out a sigh and opened the bottle for you. 'Totally loosened that up for you…’ You mumbled to yourself, turning away and pouring some of the wine into your pot. 'Ah what was that Y/N?’ He questioned with a smirk on his face. 'Oh nothing I was just saying how wonderful and strong you are and how lucky I am!’ You replied with a smug smile. 'Hmm… you’re lucky I love you and your sass…’

Taehyung-

Tae would become completely soft for you when he came to your apartment to find his parents and siblings inside waiting. You’d invited them round as a surprise and he’d almost die when he came through the door to see you sat with cross legged in front of his little sister while she played with your hair. 'When you said you were getting your hair done today this was not what I had in mind…’ He’d laugh before greeting his family. He’s sit and watch as his sister continued twirling your hair and sticking little flower hair clips into it. He could tell she was probably tugging a little too hard with your hair, but you didn’t let it show at all. 'Doesn’t Y/N look good?!’ His sister would laugh whilst showing off her completed work. Taehyung would simply smile and sit down beside you on the floor and flash you a smile, 'She looks beautiful, now it’s my turn!’ Before leaning and whispering a quite 'Thank you, I love you’ in your ear.

Jungkook-

He’d come over to yours from a long days practise to a warm cosy apartment, to see you lying upside down, with your legs over the back of the couch reading a book in front of the fireplace. He’d let out a chuckle at the sight before him. 'What? it’s comfortable…’ You responded shyly covering your face with your book at the fact he’d caught you behaving weirdly. Jungkook would simply laugh again at your reaction as you sat upright and crossed your legs. 'Really? The whole bag?’ He’d ask, gesturing to the large but empty packet of fizzy gummy worms on the table in front of you. 'Shut up gummy worms are my life!’ You’d state defending yourself. Jungkook let out a hearty laugh and flopped down beside you. 'I was gonna leave some for you, but since you’re such a nice boyfriend I thought you’d take comfort in the fact that I demolished the whole bag and I really enjoyed it…’ Jungkook shifted himself closer to you and pulled you into his chest. 'You’re weird… but I love you Y/N…’

BTS on their Wedding Day

Seokjin: 

  • He would be running around all day making sure everything is perfect. And the boys would definetly be yelling at him to stop because “It’s YOUR big day. Stop, we’ll do it!”
  • Still he is going to continue bickering and complaining about anything and everything.
  • He would start eating the food even before the ceremony starts and he would definetly be eating more because of stress.
  • He tries to sneak into the brides room to take a glance
  • definetly gets caught by namjoon
  • Being prettier than the bride but saying she is prettier
  • Boys putting the veil on his head and calling him The Bride

Suga/Yoongi: 

  • Definetly playing the piano and making the boys sing.
  • He totally made the song just for you
  • His wedding vow is a rap. You can’t avoid it.
  • Excited as hell but acts calm. Still he can’t help but smile all day.
  • Namjoon probably breaks something and Yoongi roasts him at the end of his wedding vow
  • Whispering sweet things in your ear whenever he passes by you
  • You need to drag him for your first dance but he secretly loves it
  • he probably practiced really hard with Jimin and Hoseok

Namjoon/Rapmon:

  • Drops the ring in the middle of the ceremory
  • Breaks the flower vase while trying to pick it up
  • Let’s be honest everyone saw it coming
  • The most excited one for the wedding night (ayeeeeeeee ;) )
  • He would send you so many naughty texts on his bachelor party
  • He would be giggling all day like a children
  • It is the classiest wedding ever
  • It probably has a Black&White theme and fancy champagne
  • He isn’t worried one bit. He knows you are meant for eachother.

J-hope/Hoseok:

  • Tears. Tears everywhere. (He would also cry on on others’ weddings too, let’s be real.)
  • The boys are trying so hard to make him stop crying but he is just too happy
  • He would dedicate a dance to you
  • You bet he worked hard as hell to make it perfect
  • And it’s cute but holy shit it makes your knees weak
  • Because of happiness he somehow shines brighter if that is even possible at this point
  • You didn’t know it was possible to have so many flowers at a wedding
  • He is totally sending you hearts as soon as you start walking towards his at the ceremony

Jimin:

  • creates a choreograohy for the two of you to dance to.
  • Boys needs to calm him down every second because “Holy shit what if she changes her mind?!”
  • Eventually you had to go in and calm him down
  • and he refuses to see you at first because he doesnt want any bad luck on his marriage with you
  • A conversation through the wall
  • Busan accent because he is excited and he thinks it makes him manlier
  • he is not manly, he be very soft. Happiest soft ever.

Taehyung/V:

  • He cant sit still, someone help this child
  • Maknae line ripping their asses off to calm him down but all it takes for Suga to say “Calm down, Tae.” and give him a plush toy.
  • He hugs the plush because he really can’t wait to see you
  • until he sees a child that is
  • proceeds to hug the child
  • “Tae please let the kid go. The ceremony is starting”
  • His legs starts shaking and he is smiling so much his cheeks hurt
  • Jungkook is singing for your first dance and holy shit it’s cute as fuck

Jungkook:

  • Namjin is PROUD.
  • Everybody is  happy-sad because “NAMJOON OUR SON HAS GROWN UP SO FAST”
  • Definetly dedicating you songs
  • He would be shy but act cocky as hell because “I am manly enough.”
  • He is so proud to see you in the wedding dress
  • he cant take his eyes off of you because you are the prettiest thing he laid eyes on
  • he let’s you know that a lot
  • Please tell him you love him becaus ehe is scared shitless of loosing you
Novocaine-Chapter 6

Summary: It’s the one we’ve all been waiting for

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst i think

Word Count: 2194

Originally posted by spn-spam

12 years ago

Whimpering softly, you dragged your useless body across the filthy floor boards of the two story abandoned barn. At least you had thought it had been abandoned when you entered, seeking shelter from the raging thunder storm outside. As soon as you had walked past the threshold, the thing had attacked, sending you into what he most likely thought was a happy dream not knowing you were different.

It had taken you hours to fight against the poison while hot, searing agony had torn through your nerves.You couldn’t scream, paralyzed, your body useless and broken, so you had done the one thing you could do. You used your powers just as two men had charged into the building, waving stakes and guns.

Piercing green eyes had stared you down as the monster before you imploded, vile hatred simmering in the most beautiful deep green orbs you had ever seen, an accusation on the tip of his tongue.

You had thrown up a shield, dragging your sorry butt out as fast as you could, which was little better than a snail’s pace at present. You could hear their heavy footfalls, smell the whiskey and leather as they moved closer to you. Exhausted, you flip yourself onto your back, intending to only rest a moment, to catch your breath, maybe do something about the blood pouring out of you in buckets.

“What are you?” the green eyed one asked as he looms over you, his deep voice resonates in your bones, sending your heart into overdrive. His gun raised, pointing squarely at your head, the blast wouldn’t kill you, but man would it hurt.

You try to scramble backward, legs hanging limply, fear and adrenaline sending you back a foot as he takes two long strides toward you, crouches, pinning you to the floor. You freeze, staring up at him wide eyed. “Please! Please help me,” you beg, as your arms give out. “I’m human, I can’t… I won’t hurt you. Please!” you scream as you begin to sob.

He merely cocks an eyebrow. “I’ve never seen a human blow up a monster without a weapon, sweetheart,” he quips sarcastically, raising the gun once more only to be stopped by an older man.

“Wait,” the elder man commands.

The green eyed man freezes instantly, looking to the newcomer for direction. “What’s your name?” he barks at you.

Still crying you sob out a, “(Y/N),” tired beyond all comprehension.

The older man watches you carefully, kneels down, takes a swipe of your blood onto his finger and licks it clean. Eyes snapping to you, full of curiosity, he mutters, “She’s human. Get her up, Dean. She needs patching up.”

Dean stares at his father in disbelief, eyes shooting between the two of you. “Dad-” he begins to protest.

“Now, Dean. I’ll explain in the car.”

Dean nods once, and with care, you had not expected from him, he hauls you into his arms, cradling you gently against his chest. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you patched up. You’ll be good as new in no time,” he murmurs as he carries you to a sleek black car.

Your vision whites out and you sink blissfully into unconsciousness, a deep sense of safety washing over you.

Present:

Tony had installed a love seat in your room. It overlooked the rolling greens of the compound, and you spent most of your off days reclining in it, reading a book, or contemplating the mess which was your life. Which is what you were currently doing. The ever present ache in your chest had not diminished as the days had passed,

Bucky had gone on as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off with soft touches and cuddles, slipping into your bedroom in the middle of the night, wrapping himself around you, burying his face in your neck. These moments, so precious, so maddening, were killing you, slowly.

You craved more.

More closeness, more contact, and Bucky being Bucky gave it to you. He was by your side constantly and you were drowning in him; longing for something he wasn’t willing to give you or wasn’t able to, you hardly knew anymore.

“(Y/N),” Vision monotones.

You let out an undignified shriek, bolting from your seat at the window and dropping into a defensive stance. A red ball of power flickers in your hand, eyes darting wildly around the room searching for any sign of danger. Finally settling on the floating entity before you, breathing out a huff of annoyance, you extinguish the flare in your hand, rising to your full height. “Viz, what have we said about knocking?” you ask as you watch him glance at the door.

He frowns slightly. “Should I try again?” he asks curiously, drifting backward.

“No, you’re fine. What’s up?” you reply, taking your seat and crossing your legs underneath you.

“Tony is in the lobby. There are two men who claim to know you.” He inclines his head at your panicked expression.

“These men… what do they look like?” you ask nervously. Your heart feels as if an icy hand is clutching at it, and dread coils in your stomach making you nauseous.

“Tall, muscular, clad in plaid.”

Shooting out of your seat, ignoring the protests of Vision, you hurtle down the hallway. Completely bypassing the elevator, you sink through the floors to land lightly behind Steve.

The lobby held the entire team, including Bucky, and the hot coil in your stomach tightens. Taking a deep breath, you push your way past Steve and Bucky, coming to a halt when you make eye contact with him.

His chest heaves once, his green eyes sparkling with emotion. His fists balled tightly at his sides, his face is soft, open as he drinks you in. He doesn’t speak, merely stares. His hands relax, fingers twitching, almost beckoning you, pleading with you.

Your muscles respond before your brain catches up, Taking two steps forward, you’re going to him, coming to a stop, barely inches between you. You can barely breathe, your mind a complete blank as he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, his deep baritone melting the ice surrounding your heart.

Conflicting emotions swirling in your chest.

The smile slips off his face. True to your relationship with him, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you, knowing what you need before you do. He lifts you off the ground slightly, he crushes you too him. His arms tightening almost painfully around you. When he’s had his fill he sets you down, his hand automatically going to your ponytail, wrapping it around his fist as you bury your face in his chest.

The smell of whiskey, bacon and cheese burgers and leather fill your nose. You blink back the tears threatening to fall. The nostalgia the smell brings is nearly overwhelming. Feelings you thought long dead and dealt with burst in your chest. Love mingled with sorrow and rejection, happiness and pain, all forming a deep connection that pulls you to him like a magnet. You couldn’t part with him. It was physically painful. The mere thought sent a lance of pain through your head.

“De,” you whisper, clutching at his shirt, fearing that if you let go he would be gone. Again.

He tugs lightly at the ends of your hair and your shoulders relax, your body melding effortlessly with his.

Sam clears his throat, dispelling the tension you had failed to notice.

Your head snaps up, blinking rapidly at the man standing to your left. “Sammy!” you shriek happily, dislodging yourself from dean and throwing yourself at Sam.

“Hey, Shads,” he spins you around once, chuckling happily as you cling to him.

The smile Dean graces the two of you with could power a third world country.

Sam sets you on your feet, your eyes scanning the lobby for your favorite angel, coming to a stop when you see Bucky.

The rising happiness you feel is crushed instantly when you take in his expression. A deep scowl, anger shimmering in his eyes. He raises his eyes to meet yours, slipping into his Winter Soldier persona without hesitation. He regards you coldly.

“Explain!” he snaps, and you take an involuntary step backward, bumping into Dean’s chest.

He wraps an arm around you, and Bucky growls.

Fear blossoms, you know he can see it.

Sam maneuvers in front of you while Dean drags you behind him, muscle memory and years of experience kicking in.

Steve comes to the rescue. “Pal, you should go work it off,” he orders, regarding the Winchesters with curiosity.

Bucky doesn’t budge an inch, his eyes trained firmly on Dean. A silent stand off ensues, fraught with danger. Any second someone was’ going to start swinging.

Fearing for them both, you slip out of Dean’s grasp and inch cautiously forward. “Hey, B,” you croon softly.

His eyes snap to yours immediately.

You stop in front of him. “I’m going to take your hand now, okay?” you say softly, gently taking his hand.

His shoulders relax slightly, the scowl easing off his face.

“We’re okay,” you remind him, and his eyes losing their hard edge. “Will you walk me to my room, Sarge?” you ask lightly.

He quirks a crooked smile. “How can I say no ta a pretty dame like you doll?”

You breathe an internal sigh of relief, casting a last glance over your shoulder.

Dean’s face is pinched into a frown, his gaze catches yours. He smiles reassuringly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You can’t help the feeling of dread that floods your chest as Bucky escorts you to the elevator, stepping inside you chance a last look at your past, Dean rounds on Steve, you can feel the venom as he spits out his words, his shoulders tense and his jaw ticking as Steve replies, you can’t make out the words, the elevator door obscuring your line of sight as it closes.

You peer at Bucky, a small smirk plastered on his face as he reaches for your hand, you grit your teeth against the annoyance, hitting the emergency stop button and rounding on him. “You can’t do that James” you say angrily, he drops his gaze to the floor, “He touched you” he replies sulkily, you can’t help the twinge of hope that springs to life, or the way your lips twitch into a smile, reigning yourself in you let go of his hand, taking a step away from him. “Steve and Sam touch me. Wanda and Nat too, hell even Vision does, I’ve never seen you react that way” you challenge, raising your eyebrows and placing your hands on your hips.

Bucky scoffs out loud “Steve doesn’t touch you like you’re his. Sam doesn’t hold you the way he did, you do not melt into Wanda and you don’t look like you belong with Nat” he replies shortly, his words clipped and harsh. Chuckling humorlessly, you poke a finger at his chest, anger rising swiftly, hot and vile “you have no right to be jealous. I’m giving you what you want, friendship and only friendship” you snap, he grabs the offending finger, pulling you towards him, you’re inches away from him, so close you can see the flecks of green in his eyes “That is not the point Shadow, Dean or whatever the fuck his name is, wants something from you, I saw the way he looked at you, possessive and hungry, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you” he growls, shaking you by the shoulders “And you let him, you let him touch you, you forgot the hurt, and you ran to him like a fucking puppy after its master” he adds harshly, the words like a bucket of ice water thrown over you, you rip yourself out of his grip, snarling as you hit the Emergency Stop button, the elevator jumps back to life, jostling you both as it continues its upward trajectory.

“You have no right” you hiss, staring straight ahead, the cold glint of the metal reflecting off of Bucky’s arm, you don’t say anything else, needing to get as far away from him as possible, the Elevator grinds to a halt, the doors opening too slowly for your liking, you step through and stop, turning to face a very angry Bucky Barnes.

“If you didn’t want me to be with someone else James, you shouldn’t have insisted on just being friends. I am not a second choice, and i will not wait for you to get over whatever the fuck is going on in your head, figure it out” you snap, chest heaving with anger, your face is flushed, fists clenching at your sides.

“You didn’t want me when you could’ve had me, I’m not a backup plan, I wanted you to choose me every day like I chose you. You’re selfish and bitter and I am done being your filler girl!” and with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving Bucky open mouthed and fuming in the compounds elevator.

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pairing: peter parker x reader 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: fluff? very confused peter + small makeout session

summary: ‘ peter’s falling in love with you and all he wants to do is kiss you breathless & watch as your eyes light up when he tells you that you’re his universe. 

a/n: hello! this is my first time writing for tumblr (i used to write on wattpad) and this is my first imagine or whatever you’d like to call it. i hope you guys enjoy and i look forward to writing more!

Originally posted by dayaholics

Euphoric. The feeling of being naturally high. The feeling of stumbling into a blanket of autumn leaves. The smell of coffee after a good night’s sleep. The iridescent pink glow on rooftops at dawn. Opening the curtains to blue skies. Turning the key in the lock, when all you want is to be at home.

This was how Peter felt whenever he gazed at you. He felt euphoric.

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Can I hold your hand?

The five times Sirius asks to hold Remus’ hand, and the one time he doesn’t have to.

1.

Remus wakes shivering, every part of him covered in sweat, and freezing. He sits up too quickly, breath escaping shakily out of his lungs. For a moment, though his eyes are open, he can’t see the room at all, or what had woken him. All he can feel is fur, all he can smell is blood and foul breath, all he can hear is sick, sick laughter. He flinches against nothing, trying to rid himself of the feeling, presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.

One, two, three, four, he says in his head, one, two, three, four, onetwothreefouronetwothreefouronetwo-

“Um. Remus?”

Remus freezes, counting ending at two, and looks up. He doesn’t have time to be embarrassed by the tears in his eyes before there is a face clouding his vision, all soft, sleepy eyes, frown etched with concern. It’s the boy, Sirius, the one he had met on the train that day, sitting on his bed, criss-cross and worried. His hand is outstretched, lightly resting on Remus’ knee, and Remus realizes what had waken him.

“Hey. It’s alright, I get them too.”

Nightmares, Remus thinks.

Sirius offers him a loopy grin, “Only yours probably aren’t of your mother, right?”

Remus blinks, startled by the comment and how calmly it had come out of Sirius’ mouth, “Oh. Um, no. Not my mother.” He hates the way his voice hitches with the tears in his throat.

Sirius nods, pressing his lips together and to the side, thinking. After a few moments, he, very tentatively, holds out his hand, “Can I…” He bites his lip, then sticks his palm out more insistently, “Can I hold your hand?”

Remus just blinks at it.

Sirius inches it closer to Remus’ hand that is clenched around his sheets, “It’s just that… Whenever my little brother has nightmares I always hold his hand. Or he holds mine. It just, I dunno, helps. To know someone is there.”

Remus feels tears pricking his eyes again, for an entirely new reason. He can’t remember the last time someone asked to comfort him, to be near him, much less hold his hand.

Sirius reached forward a little more, the tips of his fingers touching Remus’ knuckles, “’s okay, you know…”

And Remus bit his lip, taking, for the first time, the hand that would be there for him for years to come.

2.

Remus sort of hated Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts. The sentiment was okay enough (it would probably have been better if he himself had someone to direct his sentiment towards), but he could do without the flowery scented charm hearts floating around the halls and popping directly in front of the recipient’s face. It caused many a giggle and a far too strong scent to linger about. It was frankly annoying. Although, and he’d never admit this, he wouldn’t be opposed to receive one himself, something that he never expected to happen.

That’s why he found himself choking on his pumpkin juice when, at lunch, he received a burst of flowery scent and a slightly translucent bubble heart zooming towards him from outside the great hall and popping directly in front of his face. He blinked, blinked again, choked a bit, and when he opened his eyes, Sirius was right there, grinning mischievously at him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Moonykins.”

Remus rolled his eyes, pressing his palm to Sirius’ wiggling eyebrows and causing him to let out a loud laugh, James smirking beside them, watching the exchange.

“Fuck off, Pads.”

Sirius pressed a hand to his chest, right above his heart, feigning hurt, “What?” He reached that same hand out, palm up, “You’re not gonna hold my hand, woo me back? I did send you a heart, you know.”

Remus just rolled his eyes again, looking at Sirius with a bit back smile, chest aching a little. He pushed down his wish that Sirius wasn’t joking, that he was sending him a heart because Remus actually had his heart… Sirius’ certainly had his. He gave a dramatic sigh, dropping his hand in Sirius’ and squeezing, causing Sirius to let out a triumphant woop. He managed to hold their hands up above their heads for a second before Remus was shoving his shoulder and letting their hands drop. He swore his palm stayed warm all through the day.

3.

Remus was breathing hard through his nose by the time he got to the top of the astronomy tower. Whether it was from the stairs, or from the effort to keep the tears at bay, he didn’t know. He pressed his palms to the railing, letting the cool, spring wind ruffle through his hair, calming his nerves. Embarrassment burned through his chest, leaving him even more breathless. He’d never drink anything again, ever, if he could help it. Not after tonight. He pressed a hand over his mouth, feeling slightly sick, and slightly like he could run a mile. His lips still tingled from when he’d leaned forward, without much warning, and pressed them to Sirius’. Why, why had he done that?

“Merlin.” He breathed, letting his hand drop to the railing, his head following, forehead resting on the backs of his hands. He wanted to disappear, he hoped desperately Sirius hadn’t followed-

“Moons?”

Remus closed his eyes. He had nothing to say. No excuse, no reason, except the truth, and he definitely wasn’t about to say that.

Hey Pads, I love you. I have for four years now. Did you know?

“Remus, what the fuck, why’d you- you can’t just run out like- I mean, not after…” He sounded just as breathless as Remus felt, but not angry. Remus thanked god for that. Not angry, “Hey, would you look at me?”

Remus sighed, “Must I?”

Yes.” He felt a hand on his shoulder and jerked around, eyes stinging.

“You don’t have to pretend- I didn’t-“ Remus ran a hand over his face in frustration, embarrassment. Heartache, “We don’t have to talk about this, please, let’s just forget it, I’m sorry-“

“Shut up, Remus!”

Remus blinked, mouth closing abruptly. Now Sirius sounded angry. He took a step back to the railing, feeling the metal dig into his lower back.

Sirius sighed, stepping forward, palms out in surrender, “Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t… You just, you didn’t even- you don’t even know what I think. You didn’t exactly stay long enough to find out.”

Remus’ heart pumped faster, unsure, but starting to mingle with the tiniest bit of hope all the same, “I- Oh.”

Sirius took another step forward, the smallest of smiles finding his face, “Yeah, oh.”

Remus tilted his head slightly, hope simmering just under the surface now, threatening to appear in a smile of his own.

Sirius was so close now that their chests were brushing, and Remus felt tentative fingertips brush his wrist, “Can I hold your hand?”

The smile broke through on Remus’ face. Although the first time had been asked in all seriousness, ever since that Valentine’s Day it had become a bit of a running joke, “You want to hold my hand?”

Sirius pressed their foreheads together suddenly, like he just couldn’t help himself for another second. Remus politely ignored, and secretly adored, how he had to press up on his toes to do it, “Yes. Yes, Re. I want to hold your hand.” Then quieter, as he laced their fingers together, he added, “I want to kiss you again.”

And Remus let Sirius part his lips with his own, let their fingers twine together. They didn’t let go for a long while after that.

4.

Remus was terrified. He was trying to be strong but he was terrified. The light of spells flashed all around him, freezing him in place and telling him to move all at once. He crouched, dust and stone all around him, filling his nostrils and the cracks in his lips. His eyes stung, his lungs burned, his hands shook, making his casts unsteady. After he’d misfired more than once, he’d took to hiding for a moment, trying to gather his strength.

“Hey-“ Remus jumped, head turning sharply towards the voice, “No, shh. It’s me, Re.” Sirius’ voice quickly slowed Remus’ picked up heart, and he felt his muscles start to relax. Sirius crouched next to him, both of them hidden, just for a moment, behind a large piece of rubble, and brought his hand to the back of Remus’ neck, thumb rubbing softly. Remus let his eyes slip closed at the familiar feeling, “Moons…”

Remus looked at him again, hand coming up to wrap around Sirius’ wrist, “I’m fine. I just- I needed a moment.” Sirius nodded, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth. Remus sighed into it, turning his head to kiss Sirius full on for a moment, letting it calm his nerves. Then, “We should go back.”

Sirius stayed still,, nose brushing against Remus’ softly, before retrieving his hand and holding it out, “Take my hand?”

Remus did, smiling as he did so. And they went to win this battle.

5.

Remus didn’t know how to act in the beginning. Seeing Sirius standing there in the doorway of his parent’s house, ready to hide for… who knows how long. Looking older, thinner, sadder. Looking like he didn’t know what he was, what Remus was…what they were. Remus didn’t have the first clue what to say. So, as usual, Sirius took the lead.

“Missed me, Moony?”

Remus looked up from where he’d been studying the too loose folds of Sirius’ clothes, and his heart ached. Sirius’ mouth was doing that thing, twisting in a way that meant he was trying to smile over a too-powerful frown. His eyes were desperate and sad, and said please say yes.

And Remus suddenly found he could barely breathe, much less speak. His throat swelled and he tried to clear it, hanging his head for a moment. When he looked back up there were tears in his eyes, and they darted around the room, anywhere but Sirius’, embarrassed.

“What a stupid fucking question.” He rasped out.

Sirius stepped through the doorway, long fingers looking bony against the dark wood, but familiar. Remus’ suddenly ached to have them in his.

Ask ask ask. Please ask.

Sirius’ smile was real though, so real, as he stepped right in front of Remus. Still shorter, Remus noted. It was all so much, so familiar.

“I’m glad…”

Remus stared at him for a moment, eyes raking over his face, remembering, re-memorizing, wanting, but unsure if he was still allowed to want. He cleared his throat, “Do you want some tea? Food? Are you hungry?” Sirius had a little smile over his face, but didn’t respond. Remus needed to do something, anything, to occupy himself, “I have biscuits. Dinner is still cooking but it will be ready soon. I made your favorite, blueberry pie, too. I mean, if that’s still your favorite, I don’t know.” Remus waited a few more beats and then sighed, “Pads, please, let me do something for you-“

“Can I hold your hand?”

He smiled, eyes slightly melancholy, as he said it. And Remus’ chest seized, his heart broke, and then everything fell back into place. Just like that. He blinked and suddenly his cheeks were wet. He let out a breath and suddenly he was breathing again.

“Yes- God, yes-“

Sirius’ fingers captured his own at the same instant as his lips did the same.

1.

Remus knees hit the ground in front of the veiled archway, the sound of bone against stone echoing in the now empty chamber. His lungs. He couldn’t get air. He clutched at his throat, his chest, desperate for oxygen. But all he could feel was his heart, aching, threatening to stop after each terrible, terrible beat. Remus wasn’t sure he’d complain if it did.

When the first sob broke through, he wished his heart would just give up already. It was too much. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Can I hold your hand?

He bowed his head against the tears racking his body. That first night, that very first night, the first time Sirius had managed to take all the pain away. Every ounce. And he’d done it again, the night on the astronomy tower, the night that changed everything, everything. Remus longed for that night now.

Take my hand?

Remus saw the grin, the light in Sirius’ face, the strong fingers wrap around his own-



“Yes.” His eyes flashed open. The veil, it was still there, “Yes, come on. Sirius-” Remus sobbed. He thrust his hand out, his voice cracking and barely there, “You don’t have to ask, you never had to ask. Take my hand now.” Remus fell forward with the effort to keep his hand out, just barely keeping from collapsing, “Just take my hand. I’ll pull you back, I need you back. Take it. Take it… Take…”

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Take my hand.
I’ll teach you to dance.
I’ll spin you around.
Won’t let you fall down.

- He Is We