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Jealousy Games 01

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride. 

Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 8.4k

Warnings: breath play, dom!Jimin, lots and lots of filth.

A/N: This is chapter one of… well, I don’t know. @ellieljade and I just keep brainstorming more and more for this sucker. To the point of us joking about finishing this when we’re in our 90′s….. Anyway. I hope you enjoy. I’ll be working on part two for Room for Dessert and The Guest House soon.

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EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 8

ONESHOTS:

  • Confess by eiqhties  
    Summary: In retrospect, it probably wasn’t something he should have said when Even had a toothbrush shoved in his mouth. 

  • jeg tror du ser søte by ufologies
    Summary: Isak has to get glasses for a bit and Even reacts to it.

  • Holy by i_once_wrote_a_dream
    Summary: childhood friends!au; It was a Wednesday when he first saw him. Isak thought he looked like one of his mama’s angels.

  • undisclosed desires in your heart by owilde
    Summary: soulmates!au; It would be just a massive joke if Isak somehow ended up having a soulmate. He doesn’t even want one, not really. It’s silly. If Isak wants to date someone, he can find a girlfriend on his own, thank you very much. (Well, he can’t, and that’s sort of the problem.) (Because he doesn’t know if the wants a girlfriend, and that’s sort of a huge problem.)

  • Here and Now by SilverySparks
    Summary: Isak’s first ‘I love you’ to Even happened at 1:35am on a Thursday morning.

  • another time by ufologies
    Summary: “who do you think we would’ve been?” “what do you mean?” “in our other lives,” even clarifies. “knights. artists. i don’t fucking know.”

  • Dance Me to the End of Love by XioNin
    Summary: Even wants to dance with his boyfriend. 

  • Strong enough to carry him by diamondjacket
    Summary: Isak is starting to lose the plot of the syndicated crime drama blaring on the television—and trying to figure out a way to get Mahdi to explain it to him without sounding stupid—when it happens. Before Isak can open his mouth to speak, Mahdi turns to him, clears his throat, and casually asks: “So…what’s Eskild’s deal?” Or: Mahdi thinks Eskild is hot. Isak just wants to get through this with his sanity intact.

  • Push by nofeartina
    Summary: ”Even, we shouldn’t do that here,” Isak says and looks around with a blush on his cheeks. He’s so beautiful like this, it makes it impossible for Even not to touch. 

  • come outside by dessyreads
    Summary: Even has different plans when he asks Isak to come outside.

  • Sammen by XioNin 
    Summary: Short, but sweet oneshot about how the first clip of s4 came about.

  • i think i love time the most when i’m with you by evenbec
    Summary: Even brings it up for the first time in February. It’s an offhanded comment, and Isak isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh and roll his eyes or take Even seriously. “Baby, imagine if we woke up like this every morning, and I got to smell your morning breath every day.”

  • Firsts by XioNin
    Summary: It’s the first of many, Isak hopes. 

  • Better With You by iriswests
    Summary: Isak and Even don’t know what they’d do without the other. Eventually, they realize they don’t really need to find out. 

  • puppy love by radiantarrow
    Summary: “Are you a cat person or a dog person?,” Even’s eyebrow raise is back. “Be careful now.” “Cat, always cat,” Isak says “no question.” Even dramatically clutches at his heart and says “I can’t believe you would hurt me like this. Gutta, sorry, but I’ve decided to break up with Isak, we have to carry all the stuff back”. The boys laugh about it, fucking traitors, so Isak just squints at them. Or, Even and Isak move in together, talk about adopting a puppy, and are in love.

  • Home by i_once_wrote_a_dream
    Summary: “Are we getting kicked out?” Or, Isak and Even move in together.

  • I’m yours by verlore_poplap
    Summary: roomates!au; Another Friday night, another shitty date. 

  • Sunshine in the Shade by MrsFredWeasley1996
    Summary: A fluffy cute one shot about a sleepy Isak being all in love with Even. 

  • Get that man you deserve by diamondjacket
    Summary: He had understood, in theory, that one goes to the gym to work out, and that Even going to the gym with his friends would result in some form of vigorous exercise, on Even’s part. The logic was there, the science checked out. He just hadn’t considered what the sight of it would do to him.

  • there with me by Salambo06
    Summary: One morning, Isak comes to realise that he can’t remember the last time he woke up to Even’s side of the bed being empty.

  • heaven help a fool who falls in love by anathema (azirapha1e)
    Summary: “I’m going to call Even,” Eskild says slowly, “and tell him that you need rescuing from a spider. And then I’m going to go back to sleep, does that sound okay with you?” “No!” Isak cuts in frantically, “no, no, no, don’t tell him, you can’t tell-” “Cool!” Eskild says, singsong and airy. “Okay, Isak, love you too, don’t die before Even gets there.” “Eskild-” Eskild hangs up.

  • imagine how the world would be, so very fine by withoutwords
    Summary: Isak finds a little drawing pinned on the back of his bedroom door. It’s a penguin, about the size of his thumb, with a little speech bubble saying, ice, ice, baby

  • Will You Move In With Me? by Skamzombie
    Summary: How Isak and Even decided to live together.

  • ice cream at 2am by hippopotamus
    Summary: Isak goes to the shop for ice cream and ends up getting something else as well.

  • and say I’m fresh by boxesofflowers Eeyoreneedsahug
    Summary: Even thinks Isak’s snapback collection is a little much. Isak thinks Even looks hot in them.

  • Moving In by Skamzombie
    Summary: Isak and Even’s first moments at their new apartment.


CHAPTERED:

  • The World Is Yours by kingdomfantasies
    Summary: airport reunion!au; Even and Isak meet again in Heathrow Airport after a year apart.

  • Something Borrowed, Something Blue by BluebeardsWife
    Summary: fake dating!au; Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex’s wedding.

  • hitting on you by deansfallenangel
    Summary: “You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend”!au; Isak is head over heels for Even but doesn’t dare talk to him. So the first time he actually does talk to him is because he accidentally punches him in the face while trying to explain to the boy squad the million reasons why he should never speak with Even.

  • Texting by CarolineMiller
    Summary: wrong number!au; Isak saved the wrong number and in a lame attempt to apologize to Emma ends up texting a totally different person. Between quotes from pompous movies, Sherlock’s references and a lot of swearing, Isak and Even realize they’re in love.

  • Kattehookern by Allregretto
    Summary: Losing track of your roommate’s cat really sucks, but at least Isak has his hot neighbor to help him out.

  • Expect the Unexpected by bri_ness
    Summary: Big Brother!au; In which Snakesak plays Big Brother.

  • even the rogue horticulturist by Leprechon
    Summary: even likes plants. meanwhile, isak takes an interest in the boy who sits in front of him in his 8 am lecture.

  • i didn’t mean to kiss you (you didn’t mean to fall in love) by tarjeiandhenrik 
    Summary: HateToLove!au & football/cheerleader!au in one. Don’t forget to thank me later.

  • sometimes he tries to light my cigarettes for me by aliveandready
    Summary: Shameless!au; Isak lives on the wrong side of the tracks in Chicago, barely making ends meet and trying to keep his siblings fed and happy. Even is some rich fucker who drives a porsche who just wants to take care of him or something.

  • The Smarty by aki_natur
    Summary: HateToLove!au & uni!au; Isak always was a smart kid. Everyone knew it. Isak did, too. And if anyone ever made him question it, they better watch out. Everyone knew it. Well, except for Even. Even didn’t.

  • TOUCH. by kosektivet
    Summary: friends to lovers!au; "Standing in the eye of the storm, my eyes start to roam to the curl of your lips.” AU - Isak and Even have been best friends for years. Spent the early hours of the morning giggling and sharing thoughts in the security of a dark bedroom. They trust each other.

  • it’s exciting running through the night by traumatic
    Summary: friends to lovers!au; It’s always been Isak and Even against the world. They grow up and they grow apart, but they will always come back to each other. Or where, in a story told throughout the years, Isak and Even realize the only thing in this universe they know for certain is each other.

  • Relationship Moments of Evak by skambition
    Summary: A collection of oneshots about our boys. Ranges from very explicit smut to very cute fluff. 

  • Living with the man of your dreams by Cottonball
    Summary: Isak and Even at their new apartment.

  • Epic Love Stories by bri_ness ✓
    Summary: Even’s making a documentary of the epic love stories at Nissen. As Isak helps, he sees their relationship in new ways. Each chapter features a different character (or two), but Evak is consistent throughout. Set post-S3.

  • right click > save as by skittpurrson
    Summary: Isak, a fic writer in the Minute by Minute fandom, had the world’s biggest crush on the fandom’s biggest name. Or: the fandomception AU, in which two boys fall in love over Discourse, gifsets, and increasingly dirty hashtags.

(★ - personal favorites |  ✓ - completed fics)

Oppa || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by hardtofigureout

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff


There was an underlying excitement that was flooding underneath your skin as you walked into the building. It wasn’t your first time being here but you always felt the exact same each time. There was something about walking into the BigHit building that made you hold yourself differently. It was because of Jungkook that you came so often. He had invited you to come down to the studio and spend the day with him while he practiced.

Jungkook and you went to the same school, but you were in a class younger than him, so it was hard to try and spend time together. He was barely at school because of interviews and other things for the company he worked with. That was why on your weekends you would come down to the studio and watch him practice or hang out with him for a few hours.

It was normal for you now, as you two had been dating for almost a year. The staff almost knew you by name and welcomed you in as if you were just like the other workers there. As he had come back from promotions you were finally able to see him, but he was stuck with the other guys practicing today so he had asked you to join them.

The rest of the boys knew who you were and they loved you. They saw how happy you made Jungkook and they would have never asked for him to find anyone else. In their eyes you two were perfect for each other. Hoseok had always made comments about how he was jealous of your relationship with Jungkook and he wished he would find someone as lovely as you.

Jihyo waved hello to you as you stepped foot into the building and you waved back, returning a smile. Jihyo was the one who you knew the best, as she showed you around the first time you were there. She worked at the front desk, so you always saw her during your visits. The first time you had ever been to the building, Jungkook had told Jihyo to direct you to the practice room. You approached the front desk like normal and smiled.

“Are you here to see your oppa?” She asked, drawing out the last word and laughing slightly. You blushed and sputtered, trying to ignore the look she was giving you.

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Along The Boardwalk

Drabbles

Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU
Word Count: 12,819
Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.

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You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.

Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.

That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.

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My Fake boyfriend Part 8

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2910

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by seabasschino

Before the war Bucky always liked kids and always imagined having a few of his own. But now? Kids were usually afraid of him and the ones that weren’t afraid, their parents wouldn’t let they get close. Bucky knew how much you liked kids and seeing you with your nephew at dinner last night warmed his heart.  

During the dinner you kept doing silly faces to Julian and telling him little secrets. This opened something in his mind that he never thought that he would have again, the possibility of a family.

You were so happy yesterday and he wanted to make you happy even that he was terrified. After your mother left the room, you pull him into a tight hug “We are gonna have so much fun.” You whisper in his ear, he can feel how excited you are and somehow this makes his fears disappear.

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Model Behavior

Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend.  Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting.  A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year.  Also on AO3


Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.

“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.

“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”

“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”

“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.

“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.

“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”

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anonymous asked:

#6 for NurseyDex <3

6. “H-how long have you been standing there?”


When Will’s sister picks up on the 2nd ring, he doesn’t even bother to say hi.

“Fuck this.  Fuck the Haus, fuck dibs, fuck Ransom and Holster, fuck quarters, fuck hockey.  Fuck.  Everything,” Will fumes.

Alex is quiet for a moment.  “I’m sure you don’t mean that.”

“Yes I do,” Will retorts.  “Because of some grade-A crazy bullshit, I’m now sharing a room at the Haus with him.”

“I thought he was getting Lardo’s room and you were–”

“Getting the attic?  Yeah, that’s what we all thought, except my idiot captains gave the attic to Ollie and Wicks.”

“Okay, I mean that’s odd, but not–what did you say?  Grade-A crazy bullshit?” Alex replies.

“I haven’t even gotten to that yet,” Will says.  “So Lardo can’t decide because like, Nursey basically wrote her thesis or whatever.  I mean, who cares that all the shit I’ve done to keep the Haus standing was more important to the team, right?  So Bitty comes up and is like, ‘oh, let’s do a dibs flip.’  Like a coin flip.  So–”

“Okay, wait, so if there was a coin flip for it, how are you sharing?” Alex asks, clearly confused.

“Yeah, this was the bullshit.  It rolled and got stuck in between two floorboards!  Exactly on its side!” Will nearly shouts, feeling that same mixture of anger and despair he felt as he watched the whole thing unfold in front of his eyes.

“So it was a tie.  And now you have to share,” Alex says plainly.

“Yes.  Oh fuck me,” Will curses.  “How am I going to survive Alex?  How?  Sometimes I can barely stand to be around him, how am I supposed to share a room with him?”

“You could always just–not,” Alex says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Will is an idiot for not thinking of it himself.

“Ha! Right, like I’m going to give him the satisfaction.  He said I would move out by September at the latest.  And maybe I can’t stand being around him, but my pettiness is–uh–” 

Will falters as he spins around in his desk chair.  When he got back to his dorm room, he had propped the door open (he’s trying to be friendly and prove to his floor that he’s not a total weirdo).  And now, standing in that open doorway, is Nursey.

“Fuck my life,” Will mutters.

“Billy?” Alex responds questioningly.

“I have to go Alex, I’ll call you back later,” Will says, pulling the phone away from his ear and ending the call.  He takes a deep breath as he puts his phone face down on his desk.  “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough, Poindexter,” Nursey shrugs.  “I just came by to bring you this book.  You left it at the Haus.”

“It’s what not what it sounds like, Nursey,” Will says, springing to his feet.

“It’s chill dude,” Nursey answers, his expression appearing unfazed.  But after two years as his partner on the ice (and often off it), Will can somewhat read him.

He can see his disappointment in the slight drop of his head, the way his eyebrows have gone up just a bit, and of course his eyes.  Will has learned that Nursey’s eyes always give something away, whether he’s able to understand what they’re saying or not.

“That’s bullshit,” Will counters.  “And I know that you know that I know that.”

“So what if it is?  What gives you the right to know?” Nursey retorts angrily.  “You clearly don’t give a fuck about me, so why should I tell you?”

“That’s not true and you know it!”

“Do I?  Do I know that?  Because not even two minutes ago, I stood in your doorway and listened to you tell your sister that you can barely stand to be around me.  That sounds like someone who doesn’t care to me,” Nursey replies sharply and they’ve argued before, but something in Nursey’s voice is different this time.

Because Nursey is used to people not caring about him.  He’s gone through his whole life surrounded by people like that.  And he thought Will did care about him because, despite all their difficulties, they’re pretty close friends (even if they still annoy the hell out of each other from time to time)–and he does–but it doesn’t look that way right now.  

Will gets that.  But what Will doesn’t understand is why this seems so devastating to him.  It’s not like no one cares about him–there’s Lardo, Bitty, Chowder, and a whole slew of others.  What’s different about him?

“It’s–listen, you heard one statement out of context–”

“You said it twice.”

“How many times I said it isn’t important–”

“Not to you maybe.”

“Fuck, Nursey, would you just listen to me for one minute!” Will shouts, and Nursey clamps his mouth shut, but continues to glares at him.  “I’ve been talking about you to Alex since day one.  Day one!  She knows a fuckton of things that you don’t!  So when I tell her that I can barely stand to be around you sometimes, she knows that it’s not because I hate you!  It never is and it never was.”

Nursey snorts derisively.  “’She knows things you don’t.’  Super convincing argument, Poindexter.  I’m supposed to just–take your word for it?  Oh, of course, because you said you don’t hate me, and just because you said it, it must be true.  Yeah, fuck you.”

“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d punch you in your fucking face right now,” Will quips.

Nursey’s brow furrows.  “What did you say?”

“That I want to punch you?”

“No, the other part.”

“If I didn’t lo–oh for fuck’s sake,” Will groans, throwing his head back, praying for death to take him quickly.  It’s become such a natural part of his emotions when he’s around Nursey that it’s no wonder it finally slipped out on accident.

“I’m going to guess that that’s what your sister knows that I don’t, right?” Nursey questions, and Will expected him to sound shocked or angry not–fucking bemused.

“Yep, and if you’re going to laugh at me, you better leave right fucking now, because not even that will stop me from punching you,” Will says, sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

“I’m not going to laugh,” Nursey says.  “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Will doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything.

“I think–I think I understand what you were saying now,” Nursey says, and Will feels the bed dip gently as Nursey perches next to him.  “It would be hard to see me every day–be in close quarters when you feel the way you do.  You were scared that you would say something like you just did.”

Will nods.  “Doesn’t matter though, ‘cause I said it just now.”

“Now.  Later.  Either way, I wouldn’t have minded,” Nursey says quietly.  “I’m glad it’s out there now.”

There’s a strange, swooping feeling in Will’s stomach as he lowers his hands away from his face.  “Nursey–” is all he gets out before Nursey is pressing their lips together.

It takes Will a second, but he kisses back.

“You know I was excited to be sharing a room with you because I was hoping you would eventually figure out how I felt, right?” Nursey asks.

“Oh.”

“Have I mentioned that you continue to surprise me?”

“No,” Will answers, his brain still struggling to string words together that aren’t he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me.

“Well you are,” Nursey says.  “I would’ve never guessed that you would feel that way–or that you would be the one to say it first.”

“S-same t-though,” Will stutters, the stutter in his voice matching the stuttering of his heart.

“So–do you think you can stand to share a room with me now?” Nursey asks, and if Will didn’t want to kiss him again, he would shove him off the bed.

12.11 coda

fan fiction gap. also phone calls.

Wet leaves sop underfoot as the brothers trek through the woods, retracing Dean’s invisible steps. Sam is keeping both eyes out for anything that could give away the story of what happened last night, fully aware that his brother is practically useless right now.

“So, like,” Dean begins. Sam takes an exasperated breath in prep for the question. “Just how many things do we kill?”

Sam sighs. “A lot.”

“Yeah but, like. More examples,” Dean says, kicking some leaves. The flashlight wiggles in his grip and points too far to left, so Sam gingerly guides his hand back up. Dean smiles at him. “Please tell me I’ve met a mermaid.”

Sam scoffs. “Siren, actually.”

Dean’s eyes go bright and wide. “No way,” he breathes. “I was kidding. Ariel is real?”

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🔷 Irises

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him. 

Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader

Genre:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno 

Words: 5k 

A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.


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After Hours - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: Based on the prompt: “I have a key to the theatre, and sometimes I go there when I need to think. Apparently so do you.”

Words: 5,296 (ren and i are just…yeah)

Warnings: Swearing. 

A/N: From Ren (@alexanderhamllton- Guys, it happened!!! Here’s my first collab with Liv, which I’m so so excited about, we wrote the whole thing in one afternoon and I couldn’t be more proud of the result. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do <3

From Liv - I am still dizzy from how much I enjoyed writing this. I finally had the honour of collaborating with Ren (aka real human sunshine) and it was so much more than I could have ever hoped for. Honestly, it is amazing. Happy reading!

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There is something very beautiful about a theatre without an audience. It is filled to the brim with potential, all these seats just waiting to be filled, an empty stage that could become an entirely different universe. The lights are dimmed down, and from inside a deserted Richard Rodgers, it is as if the entire world has stopped spinning.

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2AM - part 7 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7


Had you become desensitized to him now? You had been seeing his face all night. All month actually.

But seeing Minseok in person felt like a dream. Of all the places, in that stupid bar that you loved because of its dark quiet hidden corners and the proximity to your apartment and that damn smile of his.

So wide and so believable. And yours, just as wide and just as believable.

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I’ll Be There

Steve x Reader

Shout out to the wonderful, amazing and so, so patient @frickin-bats who has had to wait months and months and months for this request and never once complained about having to do so. I am so very sorry you had such a long wait darling all I can do is apologise and hope that this makes up for the wait you had to put in to finally see it- So much love Lana xx

Request: Hi! I saw you were taking request and I was wondering if you could please write one where Steve and a heavily pregnant reader are both avengers and one day Steve gets seriously hurt on a mission and the stress causes the reader to go into labor so the team is there for her? Lot of fluff/angst and maybe a happy ending? Thanks soooo much! 😊

Warnings: A hard labour, that results in reader being under severe stress and needing surgery.

Words: c, 2,100


Steve was rushing around the room packing the last few items in his mission bag and you followed him slowly, hand on your bump, trying to make him slow down.

“Please Steve I’m begging you, sit this one out!”

“Y/n, you know I can’t,” he sighed repeating himself for over the hundredth time, “It has to be me that goes. Besides, Bucky is going to be right here with you and I’ll be home before you even know it.”

A knock on the door signified that Bucky had arrived and when you opened the door, you smiled widely noting that he brought with him all the treats you loved to eat.

Whereas Steve preferred to eat a healthy diet, Bucky was your junkfood friend and his sweet tooth had been one of the things you had first bonded over. You had introduced him to so many sweet things and it had sort of become ‘your thing’ to and try out new treats and desserts with Bucky.

Even if they weren’t new for you, even if you’d eaten them a thousand times you would go with him because it made him excited and back in the early days you would have went to the moon with him if it made him happy.

He placed his collection of treats on the coffee table and came over to stand beside you where you were watching Steve pack his things.

“How is nugget today?” he asked reaching out to rub at your swollen stomach, and smiling when he felt a kick, “She knows her favourite uncle is here,” he smiled and Steve was smart because calling Bucky and having him here was already doing wonders for your nerves. Even if you still wished that Steve didn’t have to go do the Captain-America thing tonight.

“I’ll call you when I’m on the way home,” he told you kissing you on the forehead, and you pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Look after my girls,” Steve told Bucky in mock warning and Bucky patted him on the back, he didn’t need to be asked, he would lay down his life for you and Steve knew it, as they hugged quickly Nat appeared at the door and Steve was on his way.


You were halfway through the Prisoner of Azkaban, you and Bucky had decided to have a Harry Potter marathon, when Bucky’s phone rang and you paused the movie for him to answer.

His eyes went wide and he rose from the couch.

“How serious?” he asked in a hushed tone, trying not to panic you, but he knew it was too late as the panic appeared on your face, and he knew he couldn’t mask the terror on his own.

Steve was hurt, and badly and now he was asking to speak to you ‘just in case’ as he’d put it, before he passed you the phone he asked you to try and keep calm, and you nodded as you pressed your ear to the phone.

“Y/n?” it was Steve his breathing was coming out ragged and your heart stopped in your chest.

“Y/n I’ve been injured, back up is on the way and I’m going to be fine,” he paused as he took another ragged breath “I’m not leaving you and our child, I made you a promise and I fully intend to keep it, but sometimes my promises don’t work out quite the way I wanted them to so let me tell you, you are the love of my life, I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you, and you are going to be a fantastic mother to our little girl.”

You were openly crying now and he tried to shush you, “Hold on for us Steve please, we need you. I can’t do this on my own.”

“Listen to me, I’ll come back to you. To both of you. I’ll be there!”

“I love you,” you told him honestly and listened to him repeat the words back to you, as the line went dead you shot up from the couch and Bucky pulled you to him as you sobbed your heart out not even able to formulate a sentence.

Bucky fetched you a glass of water as you were beginning to hyperventilate and you downed it gratefully.

“Listen to me,” he said getting on his hunkers and brushing his fingers through your hair, “I know Steve, better than I ever knew anybody else and he’s strong and stubborn but more than anything he loves you and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you. Do you hear me?”

You nodded and placed a hand over your bump, trying to will yourself to calm down, Bucky rose and took his phone out to make a call, trying to find out any information he could.


You could hear Bucky pacing back and forth outside the hall and you tried to focus on the sounds of his steps, tried to focus your energy on breathing quick shallow breaths. A huge cramp took you over and you cried out in pain, attempting to stand up to ease the pain and feeling horrified when you noticed your waters had broken.

“Not now. Please not now,” you cried out, clutching your stomach and silently willing your little girl to stay put!

You called out for Bucky and he stuck his head around the door worriedly and damn near dropped his phone when he saw the situation in front of him.


“Bucky, I’m not ready. I’m not ready!”

“Shh,” he tried to sooth you as he ran into the room to fetch your delivery bag, and gently guide you out the door.

He buckled you into the car and drove like a madman to the hospital, calling Tony and freaking out over the phone with him, and having Tony try his best to sooth Bucky would have made you smile on a good day, but you were in a mixed state of shock and pain right now and the only voice you wanted to hear was Steve’s telling you that everything was going to be alright.

You called his phone only for it to ring out and his voicemail played. You called it another four times just to hear his voice.

You barely registered the tears falling down your cheek as Bucky led you inside the hospital and you watched the bright lights flashing overhead as you were wheeled down to the delivery room.

Bucky stayed by your side, holding your hand through each painful round of contractions and soon Tony arrived, promising to do everything he could to bring Steve and Nat home.

Machines beeping caused you to lock eyes with Bucky, and soon doctors were flooding into your room, you called out to him, repeating his name as they began to wheel you to surgery, his panicked expression and him struggling against doctors trying to hold him back  the last thing you saw before you rounded the corner.


The feeling of someone stroking your hair gently pulled you from the depths of slumber, and you opened your eyes. Once. Twice. Three times before they would stay open and Bucky’s blue eyes were the first thing you saw.

“Where is she?” you cried weakly and he smiled gently with tears in his eyes.

“She’s right here, she’s beautiful y/n. She looks just like her mommy.”

You sighed in relief as tears sprung to your eyes and you attempted to sit up, Bucky sprang into action, helping you up and placing your daughter in your arms.

“She’s so beautiful,” you cried kissing her forehead and stroking her tiny hands.

Bucky kissed your forehead, “You scared the hell out of me, I thought I had lost you too.”

Too?

“Steve?” you cried out again, the heart machine beeping with the increase of your heartbeat.

“No word yet,” Bucky said sadly, “Tony is gone to their last point of coordination, he promised to let me know as soon as he knew anything.”

You cradled your little girl to you as your door opened and you looked up to see the concerned faces of all your team as they flooded around your bed.

Wanda climbed carefully onto the bed beside you and cooed over your little girl while Sam pulled Bucky into a long hug that spoke volumes, you watched the slump of Bucky’s shoulders and you couldn’t imagine what the last few hours had been like for him.

Scott and Clint, took it in turns of suggesting names that she looked like when it was their turn to hold her and you couldn’t help but smile when both of them agreed on Peach.

“We are not calling our daughter Peach,” a tired and exhausted voice interrupted from the doorway and you almost ripped the needles out of your arms to get to him.

“Careful y/n. Careful,” Wanda urged as he finally came into view. Battered, bruised and broken, but alive.  

You were crying before he even made it into your arms and he was crying too, you sensed the emptying of your room as your team retreated into the hall to give you guys a moment.

You couldn’t even coherently communicate sentences but you knew exactly what the other meant, and when he kissed you it was like everything was right in the world again. You had been utterly lost without him, but now you felt settled again.

When he finally pulled away, Bucky stepped forward with your little girl and placed her gently into Steve’s arms and Steve actively wept holding the tiny bundle in his arms.

Bucky gently went to leave the room, before you called out his name.

“Don’t go,” you asked but it sounded more like pleading.

“This is a family moment,” he answered gently.

“You are family Buck,” you insisted and urged him to come back over, which he did shyly and with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“I don’t know what I would have done without you today,” you told him honestly.

“You’re my family too,” he confessed quietly and Steve sniffed loudly, this moment being momentous to him.

“God, we hadn’t even settled on a name,” Steve chuckled as his little girl wrapped her hands around his finger.

You smiled up at him and it was almost like he could read your mind.

“Why don’t we ask her godfather for some suggestions?” you smiled at Steve and he smiled at Bucky.

“Me?” he shrieked “I couldn’t possibly!”

Both you and Steve fixed him with the same stare and he smiled gently.

“Ella?” he suggested shyly.

Steve moved towards you and ducked down so you could both look at her.

“What do you think mama? Does she look like an Ella to you?”

You nodded through tears as you stroked her tiny pink cheek and Steve kissed you on the forehead.

“Hello baby Ella,” he cooed and you pulled her tiny hand to your mouth to press a gentle kiss to it.

Bucky shifted on the end of your bed and you regarded him as he wiped gently at the corners of his eyes, and then the moment was interrupted by Nat storming into the room to pull you into the firmest hug you had ever been in in your life and you couldn’t help but laugh as she almost swiped Ella from Steve.

“Hi baby,” she whispered pressing a kiss to her tiny face and climbing onto the bed beside you.

“Don’t ever scare your aunty Nat like that again,” she whispered to your tiny little girl.

“You mean godmother,” Steve corrected and she whipped her head up to look between both of you.

“As if there was any other option,” you joked “You are the best godmother she could ever have.”

She smiled genuinely, and turned her attention back to Ella, “You are forbidden to date until you are at least 25,” she warned and you laughed loudly, causing everyone to look at you.

“With Steve as her father, and you and Bucky as godparents the poor girl is not going to be able to date anybody.”

“Ah you’re forgetting something,” Tony’s voice interrupted as your team mates began to pour back into the room. “There is a whole line of us that guys have to get through before they even make it to the Bucky and Nat stage.”

You smiled back up at him and couldn’t help but be excited for what the future meant for you and your over-sized dysfunctional family.

You reached out for Steve’s hand and smiled when he clasped yours in his much larger one, eternally grateful that he kept his promise to you. He was here and that was all that mattered. 


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Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung (two)

Originally posted by jjks

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series.


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Boyfriend G-Dragon

Originally posted by jiyongs

  • dating him is a long journey
  • since getting him to settle down was hard enough
  • he’s rich and good looking, with the ability to bounce from beautiful person to beautiful person
  • why would he want me?? you reasoned
  • seungri was your friend for years now and had introduced you to the boys at a party, near the beginning of their debut
  • years passed and you became really close to jiyong. it took a while but he started to trust and confide in you, even going to you when he had a creative block or was overwhelmed w scandals
  • you were always there to pick up the pieces
  • this is what led to him being interested in you
  • he’d always found you attractive but in a friend way until he starts to notice that the socialites and models or actors/actresses he “associates” w are never there when he needs them. but you are
  • he realised this as he was trying to set you up w a friend of his and immediately cut that off
  • w/out explaining why
  • a few months passed by w this weird atmosphere
  • he stopped telling you about his heartbreaks and if you were getting too close to someone, he would turn moody and sulk
  • seungri told you eventually, having picked up on your feelings years ago and was too excited that jiyong was finally returning them to keep it inside
  • eventually, you and jiyong go on dates and although it’s never been official, you’re his and he’s yours
  • he’s the silently romantic type
  • like, he won’t always say “I love you” or bring home flowers. he barely even texts you when he’s on tour or away for weeks
  • but when he’s with you, you’re his centre of attention, the only thing he cares about
  • he listens so attentively to the point where he’ll remember everything you say, no matter if it was joking or in passing
  • one time, you were getting ready for a date and couldn’t decide on what to wear
  • “Is it because you feel ugly?” he asks bluntly
  • he’s very blunt btw
  • “What?”
  • weeks ago, you had made a joke at your own expense, calling yourself ugly. it was nothing serious, nothing that plagued you. you really just didn’t know what to wear for the date. but jiyong remembered that incident, approaching the situation in his cold, loving way
  • “Don’t think like that, it’s stupid. And I thought you were smarter than that. You look amazing, no matter what you wear”
  • he’s so unashamed of you tho
  • if you wanted to go to a fancy, 5 star restaurant in pj’s he would damn well join you
  • he’s one of a kind too so never judges you, meaning you don’t need to feel insecure about possibly being trans/being into drag/your sexuality/your quirky habits/etc. he loves you for you, regardless of what anyone else might think of you
  • that’s the silent way he’s romantic
  • not with flowers or chocolates
  • but by strolling into a bougie ass place in matching pj’s with you like “yeah, table for two, please??”
  • the tabloids write about the relationship every other week
  • although it’s not official between you both, never mind the press, they still class you as his “boy/girlfriend”
  • the scandals are something you both like to read over breakfast for fun
  • you snort, taking a sip of oj; “Did you know that you’re having an affair with a Japanese model?”
  • “I am?” he queries. “I thought I was cheating on you with a YG trainee?”
  • “no, no, that was a different magazine”
  • “damn, it’s hard to keep track”
  • your name is always brought up in interviews and he gives the most vague responses that piss the tabloids off
  • “Are you in a relationship, G-Dragon?”
  • “Aren’t we all in relationships? With teachers, our friends, our families? Even hatred or friendship is a relationship”
  • you’re the weird famous couple that no one understands. they wait for the relationship to end but nothing fazes either of you. even if you’re not famous before, you’re sure as hell famous now. everyone knows your name. esp as the years go by and you don’t budge from his side. since the relationship is so unclear, many fans even deny that you’re dating
  • until ten, fifteen years down the road … you and jiyong decide to start a family
  • it takes him a while to settle down completely and he’s still a mysterious idol to the public, keeping his child hidden for the most part. the only pics published of them are taken by him, as he doesn’t want the child to grow up under flashing cameras
  • he’ll support their every decision and is a loving (if a little detached) father, from first step to first medal won or first art piece hung in Uncle Seunghyun’s gallery
  • a title like marriage doesn’t matter to jiyong, but he’d go through the rigmarole if you wanted
  • you’re Mr/Mrs Kwon to him regardless
  • and the beloved person he’s raising a child with
  • “How was I so stupid? For nearly a decade, I didn’t realise my feelings for you. If not for Seungri’s big mouth, we might never have had the life together we’ve had. I guess that idiot’s actually good for something”
“Grew apart”

It has been two years since you moved away from your hometown Riverdale and left your three best friends – Betty, Jughead and Archie, behind. Now you are back in town, feeling like everything has changed. 

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They ate in pleasant silence. The only noise in the flat was the movie, and occasionally Rosie’s whines for some of Sherlock’s food. She found her place back in his lap and decided to join them in their movie-watching. The men laughed at her lip covered in drool from the sight of their food, eventually, Sherlock gave in and let her have some of the rice which he softened for her. Every other bite, John would put his fork down and watch Sherlock. He looked on fondly as the man would sigh and give Rosie more rice, when a particularly exciting scene happened in the movie and Sherlock stopped moving to watch it, he was happy to see Sherlock happy and content. He was excited at the fact that Sherlock was happy and content with him. The lights were off and John couldn’t help but bask in Sherlock’s silhouette from the TV light. How could a man be so beautiful and find someone like him worthy of their time?

“The dragon is starting to grow on me, John…John?” Sherlock turned to face him and John’s cheeks reddened at being caught staring.

“Oh um…yeah, Smaug. He actually reminds me of you.”

Sherlock smirked at John’s reaction and replied, “Oh yes, because I too have a penchant for breathing fire, and, as others so helpfully point out, my voice is quite deep.”

“Well, yeah, that stuff too but I think, for me at least, it’s because you protect things so vehemently. You go through all these lengths to protect things that are important to you, whether it’s a person or thing.”

“If we’re drawing parallels then, just like Smaug, I’m protecting just one thing with my life.”

John’s eyes met Sherlock’s and they both stared at each other smiling, Rosie the only one firmly attentive with the movie. John turned to the television and shoved another forkful of food in his mouth. “Or, you know maybe it’s because you’re just a hotheaded hoarder.”

Sherlock snorted and took another helping of his food. “Maybe, John.”

It was then that John realized that he missed Sherlock so much. The house felt different without him, even when Mary was still alive. There just wasn’t that banter that he was so accustomed to with Sherlock. The thought left him smiling into his food for the rest of the film. John took care of the food as Sherlock put Rosie to bed. She had fallen asleep halfway into the marathon, but the two were so comfortable laying on each other that they didn’t move until after the third movie. John stood in the doorway of his daughter’s room and watched as Sherlock gently set her down in her crib and rubbed her back when she stirred. Thankfully, she stayed asleep and John could let the breath out that he was holding.

“Ready for bed, Mr. Holmes?”

“Just let me change and I’ll join you.”

John perked up at the very real and very exciting prospect of sleeping with Sherlock Holmes. He nodded and walked into the room to prepare the bed. It had been so long since he’s slept with another person in the bed, and the fact that it was Sherlock, his best friend, best man, the…the man he loved, it made the man simply giddy. Was Sherlock just as excited as he was? He hoped so. As soon as John was dressed and ready for bed, Sherlock came in wearing his classic grey t-shirt and striped pants.

“So, this is where I’ll be until further notice?” Sherlock was joking as he walked to his side of the bed and lifted the covers.

“There’s always the sofa, if you want to be picky.” John was just as playful with his response.

They settled in under the covers, and John closed his eyes letting the warmth from his bedmate lull him to sleep. It would have been the fastest he’s ever fallen asleep until he heard Sherlock’s small voice whisper, “John?”

“Yes?” Their voices were made gentle and soft by fatigue.

He could see Sherlock’s form sit and he too propped himself up on his elbows to listen to what the man had to say.

After a long bout of silence, he heard Sherlock say, “You called me great today.”

“I did.” John then thought back to the context in which he said it and then immediately he felt like an ass, maybe they weren’t back to that level of joking yet, he overstepped his boundaries, he fucked up, he fucked up bad… “I’m not great, John.”

“Sherlock I’m sorry…”

“Let me finish.” Sherlock’s voice sounded so painfully raw and John’s instinct was to sit up fully and place a hand on his back. He would listen to whatever it was that Sherlock had to say, they would stay up all night if that made him feel better.

“Yeah, of course, whatever you want.”

“…You called me great today, and I’m not, John. I’ve never been great. No one’s ever referred to me as such, therefore I must not be. But I’ve never truly felt ‘great’ until I met you.”

John’s breath hitched in his throat at that.

“From the day we met you never once failed to call me every variation of the word ‘brilliant’ or ‘extraordinary’. You’ve always made me feel like I belonged, like it was okay to be me, that I am doing good…even when I have trouble believing it some days.”

John bit his cheek to prevent any noise from escaping his body. Sherlock wasn’t finished.

“When I’m with you John, I think I really am ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and it makes me happy. But then I realized…I wouldn’t be great if you weren’t amazing.”

John cupped a hand over his mouth to let Sherlock finish. Even in the darkness of the night he could see Sherlock’s smile, so warm, so bright, so wonderful. God, he was so pretty.

“So, let me say this now. John Watson, I think you’re the most amazing, and bravest man that one could ever hope to meet and how lucky I am to have met you.”

John didn’t respond. How could he? What did he, a worn-down war vet, ever do to make a man like Sherlock Holmes, find him worth his time? As if Sherlock knew what he was thinking, he simply wrapped his arms around John’s small body and pressed a kiss to his forehead when he heard John’s tiny whimper into his shirt.

“You don’t have to say anything right now, I just wanted to tell you that before I scared myself into never telling you, like so many other things I’ve been meaning to say but never have…”

They fell asleep like that, embraced and inhaling the scent of the other. The last thing that John remembered thinking was that he didn’t want Sherlock to leave.

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Beautiful Disaster (Part 4)

Story Summary: Your best friend asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a family gathering and you reluctantly accept his request [Modern AU].

Word Count: 2,115

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A/N: Sorry it took me forever to write this part! 

“Please stop telling these stories, Ma. You’re embarrassing me,” Steve whined as you laughed along with his parents. All of you were in the dining room eating dinner and exchanging stories about Steve. Your best friend was less than pleased about being the target of the narratives that were told at the table. While he tried to shift the topic away from him, his parents always found a way to place him on the spotlight once more.

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Negan x Reader: The Coach

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST LEMME JUST LET YA’LL KNOW MY INTENSE EXCITEMENT TO BE INVOLVED IN ROUND 2 OF THE NEGAN WRITING CHALLENGE. Second of all, huge thank you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network for creating this awesome concept! 

I chose the prompt Coach Negan with an OC of colour (Latina/Hispanic). Also, to avoid anyone accusing me of sexualising my own race again, I AM HISPANIC AND DO NOT ENJOY BEING SEXUALISED BECAUSE OF IT.

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship, student is of legal age in the UK and the US (18). Racism, rough sex, daddy kink, teacher kink, slight sub/dom relationship, breath play. 

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - April 14th, 2017

Originally posted by gameoverthelifesaid

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! Had issues with the hyperlinks this week so the link is now posted separately. They are posted in the order I read them.

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

Deceive, Inveigle and Obfuscate multi-chapter by @machawicket - AWESOME story about a pretend marriage between Oliver and Felicity for reasons http://archiveofourown.org/works/6452551/chapters/22278530

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. Now on Chapter 145 so so awesome!!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

A Soul Lost at Sea multi-chapter by @tinaday3w - MAGNIFICENT regency romance where Oliver is a pirate who had returned to his previous life. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8181362/chapters/22297091

The Challenge by @felicityollies for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - Prompt:  “You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.” http://archiveofourown.org/works/9725273

Untitled by @onceuponanolicity for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon -Prompt: Guy on top https://olicityvalentinesdaysmut-a-thon.tumblr.com/post/157247355707/an-from-onceuponanolicity-it-is-the

Untitled by @so-caffeinated - Flash fic set in Pieces of You universe, includes some Bed Bath and Beyond for reasons https://so-caffeinated.tumblr.com/post/159099136389/slight-deviation-from-the-prompt-right-after-i

Part of My Heart by CharArrow- What she thought would be a simple FaceTime from her mom, leaves Felicity in desperate need of Oliver and Diggle’s help. It also leaves her guys with many questions.  Season 2 rewrite. http://archiveofourown.org/works/9522344/chapters/21533129

Redemption multi-chapter by @vaelisamaza Oliver returns for being with the League after five - this story gets better and better - you should be reading this! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9107518/chapters/22278866

Starling Archers multi-chapter by @missyriver and @thebookjumper - When Oliver Queen signs up for a computer programming class at Starling University, he doesn’t realize the girl he’s been crushing on since his junior year is the TA for the class.  Ever since they first met, she’s never seemed interested in him, but the pride of the Archery team isn’t used to not getting what he wants.  And Felicity Smoak is definitely what he wants. SO AWESOME, keeping my fingers crossed for more. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10575477/chapters/23368998

I told you so… by @wherethereissmoak - Based on the prompt “I just like proving you wrong.” Felicity asked Oliver not to go out of town a few weeks before their baby was due, but he thought they had plenty of time. - http://archiveofourown.org/works/10363836/chapters/23369913

Bake for a Date multi-chapter by @oycharlynnrose  Donna enters Felicity in a baking contest to win a date with her boss Oliver Queen - Super Sweet and Delightful, link to first chapter, rest are also on blog  http://oycharlynnrose.tumblr.com/post/153149385765/bake-for-a-date-with-oliver-queen-week-one#notes

The White Queen by @felicityollies - How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. Very Dark.   http://archiveofourown.org/works/10342245

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard http://archiveofourown.org/works/9243455/chapters/20960405

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8487226/chapters/22503983

Pour Jouir Par Terre by onanomotopeioa for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon -
Prompt: post-workout locker room sex http://archiveofourown.org/works/9722168

All I wanna do (Let Go Tonight) by @bokayjunkie for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - “Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view. http://archiveofourown.org/works/9720239

To Sacrifice the Sun multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - Oliver and Felicity are ARGUS agents working on a mission in Mexico, the two share some very important history. LOVE THIS http://archiveofourown.org/works/7510744/chapters/22505918

Until the End Draws Near Parts I-IV multi-chapter by @geniewithwifi - Arrow 5x20 spec - So ADDICTIVE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/10584138/chapters/23488095  

But You Stood By My Side Night After Night (You Loved Me Back To Life)  by Ciara2531 - Collection of Arrow Drabbles http://archiveofourown.org/works/1242571/chapters/2552791

A Day in the Life multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity Smoak is an MIT graduate and assistant to Oliver Queen.   Suddenly she is his pretend girlfriend and in the spotlight.  Oliver Queen needs a girlfriend to get rid of an obsessive former lover and to please his parents. Fluffy, funny, happiness! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9229205/chapters/20931281

In My Daughter’s Eyes multi-chapter by @smkkbert - Oliver and Felicity are parents following a teenage pregnancy, they balance family life with school and I love it!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9606251/chapters/22299287

Peppers (mini drabble) by @felicityollies - Sweet family time http://felicityollies.tumblr.com/post/159420310347/peppers-mini-drabble

Felicity Smoak - Model, International Star and Murderer? multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Oliver is called defended international Star Felicity Smoak when she is charged with murder - I can’t express how excited I am about this! https://tdgal1.tumblr.com/post/159430395245/felicity-smoak-model-international-star-and

Purge Night multi-chapter by @spaztronautwriter - Felicity is caught in the Glades during the annual Purge. She’s rescued by a man who claims he can keep her safe, but when things start to go wrong—and boy do they ever—she might find herself back on the streets, even worse off then before. An Olicity AU based on the movie The Purge (I didn’t see the movie and am still enjoying the story) http://archiveofourown.org/works/8451076/chapters/19361185

A Quick Stop at Bed, Bath and Beyond by @geneshaven - Olicity shop for a wedding present - https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/159436590504/a-quick-stop-at-bed-bath-and-beyond

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/22542341

Sooner or Later by @olicityandsteroline - Oliver, the stereotypical scrawny nerd, and Felicity, the beautiful and popular genius, have been the closest that best friends could possibly be, practically each other’s other halves. Until Felicity leaves for an incredible education opportunity in Europe. Coming home to Starling City years later, Felicity sees that her once geeky best friend has changed, drastically. Can the two of them be as close as they were before she left? Or have the two of them changed too much? So So WONDERFUL http://olicityandsteroline.tumblr.com/post/136504774651/sooner-or-later

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time? http://archiveofourown.org/works/10536999/chapters/23265480

Impact multi-chapter by @geneshaven - What would happen to Olicity if something happened to William - dark and wonderful  https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/159472865114/impact  
Ch 2 https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/159509239684/impact-chapter-2

The Good Drugs by @sarcasticfina - Oliver has some medication http://sarcasticfina.tumblr.com/post/159472605047

Red Square multi-chapter by @quiveringbunny Amanda Waller sent Oliver Queen to Russia to infiltrate the Bratva. But has she forgotten him there? EXCELLENT new story you need in your life! http://archiveofourown.org/works/10607172/chapters/23453700

Untitled by @cruzrogue - snippet of a lovely wake up with Olicity - sneak peak of an upcoming story! http://cruzrogue.tumblr.com/post/159499227341/he-wakes-up-to-the-feeling-of-her-fingers-rubbing

Starling City’s Own Pollen Vector multi-chapter by @fiacresgirl -When a new criminal begins targeting Starling City’s young women with a weaponized aphrodisiac, Original Team Arrow steps out into the field to catch him. Things go awry.  Very sexy times! http://archiveofourown.org/works/5963350/chapters/13704946

Prompt Whewwwwww! by @imusuallyobsessed - Arrow Girls night! https://imusuallyobsessed.tumblr.com/post/159533571030/prompt-whewwwww#notes

Love on the Brain by @lostolicityscenes - 5x20 spec https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/159539070891/love-on-the-brain-an-my-stab-at-a-little-arrow#notes

Hotline by @geneshaven - Hoping it’s multi-chapter Team Arrow deal with a caller to a suicide hotline https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/159547037759/hotline

Coming Home by @dmichellewrites -  Sentence Prompt: I thought I put it over here…  http://archiveofourown.org/works/10619802

I Don’t Dance by @lovejesusarrowavengersblog - The reason Oliver Queen dances. So Sweet! http://lovejesusarrowavengersblog.tumblr.com/post/159550610848/i-dont-dance-story-repost

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i loved you, then i lost you {3}

a/n: al r i g ht im starting this early lets see if i can not be a disappointment (i swear to god if tumblr keeps lagging im going to go insane)


pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary:  you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.

Originally posted by nelliel66

Jimin accompanied you on your way home, trying to lighten up the mood. “Hey, (y/n)! Wanna get ice cream?!” He pointed at a small convenience store, his face lighting up. You looked up to where his finger pointed at, shivering. 

“It’s cold, Jimin,” you protested only to be shushed by the smaller male.

“That’s alright! I can pay, too! I got lots of money!” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hand and skipping happily into the store. He waved at the cashier, rushing over to the ice cream on display in the mini freezer. “Which one do you want?” He turned to you, the bright smile lighting up the gloomy store. 

You felt yourself smiling back, sticking your cold hands in your pockets. “The Oreo one.” 

“Oo, nice choice!” He opened the freezer door, reaching his hand inside and grabbing the Oreo ice cream, handing it to you. “I’ll just get a pint of vanilla~” He sang, grabbing his own ice cream and dragging you to the cashier. He whistled happily as he payed, grabbing two spoons from the little box provided on the counter. “Thank you!” Jimin yelled as the two of you exited the store swiftly.

“Ice cream is the best for these kinds of nights, ya know?” He whispered, opening the ice cream and sticking his spoon in. You opened the wrapper, biting down on the ice cream. 

“Shit!” You yelped, feeling a shiver run down your spine. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have bitten down with my front teeth,” 

Jimin laughed as the two of you walked, eating his own ice cream. “So..” he mumbled after a while of eating. “What’s with you and the Taehyung dude?”

You paused, staring straight forward. “W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, you seemed super uncomfortable when he came by.” Jimin explained, looking up at the house in front of him. “Is this your house?”

You nodded, clutching on the ice cream stick tightly. “Yep.” 

“Did he live here, too?”

You rushed up the stairs to your front door, walking inside and shutting the door closed. “Wait, was that too personal? I’m sorry!” Jimin whined, walking up the stairs carefully. 

“I-It’s fine, Jimin,” you yelled through the door, coughing loudly onto the ground. 

“(y/n)?! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just go!” You continued to yell, struggling to speak with the flowers interrupting you. The ice cream fell onto the ground as you trembled, slamming your hand on the floor. Tears fell down onto the flowers, splattering into tiny drops. You covered your mouth to muffle the hiccups, the tears streaming down your hand and chin, dropping onto the floor. “Mmf..” You murmured, curling up into a ball. 

Both you and Jimin never finished your ice cream that day.


You groaned as your phone vibrated on the wooden table next to your bed, covering your ears. “Who the fuck is calling me at this time!”

You grabbed your phone, letting out a hiss of pain at the brightness of the screen, and stared at the caller ID. ‘Unknown,’ it read. You gulped, answering the call hesitantly, putting it on speaker and clearing your throat. “Hello?”

“H-Hello? Is this (y/n)?”

“Jungkook? How- why-” You cleared your throat once again, sitting up-right in your bed. “How did you get my number and why are you calling me at six AM?”

Jungkook chuckled nervously, letting out a shaky breath. “Yoongi gave it to me.”

“Look, I only know you as a bartender,” you mumbled, rubbing your temple. “This is weird, you know that? Someone at a bar, that I was forced to go with against my will, has gotten my number and called me at six AM,”

“Wait, it’s not like a creepy thing or anything!” Jungkook argued. “I rarely have, um..normal friends, so I got excited.”

You sat there silently for a few seconds before continuing. “What do you mean, normal friends?”

Jungkook sighed. “They’re all drug addicts and alcoholics.”

You brought the phone up to your ear, taking him off speaker. “Drug addicts, not to mention also alcoholics?” A chuckled escaped your lips. “You don’t seem like the kind of man to be friends with those people, international playboy.”

Jungkook laughed. “Hey, that’s just a nickname I have. Call me Jungkook, it feels less awkward!” You laughed with him, covering your mouth to somehow silence it. After a while, Jungkook laughed quietly, sniffling. You looked up at your ceiling, laying yourself back into the comfort of your bed.

“Ahh..April, huh?” You murmured. “You got allergies?”

“Yup.” Jungkook groaned, blowing his nose. You laughed. 

“Gross.”

“Hey, it’s part of human nature, man!” He joked, putting an obnoxious accent to pair with his words.

“Still gross.”

He laughed again. “I have to go. Have a nice day, (y/n).”

You let out a sigh of satisfaction. “Yep. Hope you have a nice day too, playboy Jungkook.”

“Hey, it’s Jungkook!” He grumbled, hanging up the call. You threw your phone onto your bed, standing up and stretching your arms. You did the usual routine you did everyday, combing your hair slowly. 

Cursing at the knots in your hair, you checked your side of your head to hide the small mishap in your hair. “God, I need to cut my hair soon,” is what you always said, but was too scared to do so. You sprinted downstairs, glancing at the clock. You were skipping college classes. That wouldn’t be such a problem, right? You shrugged, grabbing a granola bar and walking out your front door.

You walked around the street in your neighborhood, munching quietly on your breakfast. Not many people were up and about this early in the morning, they themselves also not good with mornings from your observations. “Hey, (y/n)!” A strong voice echoed from behind, making your turn behind with the granola bar in your mouth. 

“Hmf?” You took the bar out, staring at Yoongi panting with his hands on his knees. 

“Fuck, you walk too fast..” He groaned, walking over to you with quick breaths. “I can’t keep up.”

You giggled, breaking the granola bar in half and handing a piece to Yoongi. “What are you doing here this early, grandpa?”

“I am not a grandpa,” he scoffed. “And I could say the same about you.”

“I asked you first.”

He stuck the granola bar in his mouth, shrugging and pointing at his stuffed cheeks. “Canft talg.” 

You rolled your eyes, crossing the street and patting down your hair. “No, seriously, why are you here? I didn’t tell you where I was going and I don’t remember us making any plans.”

Yoongi gulped down the rest of the bar, wiping his mouth. “Jungkook kept bothering me to give him your number. I couldn’t go back to sleep.” You chuckled. “Did he actually call you?”

“Yeah.”

He cursed loudly, jumping himself up onto the edge of the sidewalk. “That kid, I swear to god if he wakes me up one more time-”

You paused. “..Wait, was he in your house?”

Yoongi froze, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah. He would’ve gone with his friends if I didn’t bring him.” he shrugged. “It’s the normal.”

“Must be hard for him, huh?” You murmured as the two of you reached a small cafe. You read the large letters on the front. “Rose D’or,” you read, grabbing Yoongi’s arm. “Wanna sit?” He nodded, sitting down across from you. 

“The kid has a really messed up past, you know.” Yoongi spoke, leaning back in his chair. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at him with interest.

“Really? All I know is that he has weird friends.” Yoongi shrugged. You continued, “Can you tell me more?”

He tilted his head. “I can. But if something happens because you did something or said something about his past, I’m not part of this.”

“Deal.”

Yoongi sat up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Jungkook’s parents weren’t really that bad. They just fought a lot and..the fights were intense.” He gripped his hand around the arm rest of the chair. “He told me that they’d throw stuff everywhere, then have sex later,” he chuckled softly. “His family was poor, too. Mother was a prostitute to earn money, no one knows what the dad did. Dad left not a long time after Jungkook got into middle school.” You tightened the grip on your knees, biting down on the inside of your cheek. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. “His mother got fucked up after that. She wasn’t great with people leaving her. She went all..psycho and did fucked up shit.” His eyes followed a man walking into the cafe, wetting his lips with his tongue. 

“She started getting abusive until Jungkook found out about me in high school.” 

You blinked. “Wait, high school? Weren’t we friends at that time?”

“I didn’t wanna tell you. He was super shy at that time, too.” He continued, “Anyways, he somehow became friends with those..people. I don’t know how he got to know them, but he almost got cuffed up by being with them during their weird acts.” He rolled his eyes. “Those people are obnoxious as fuck, not to mention sneaky.”

You waited for him to finish, surprised when he didn’t. “That’s it?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Jungkook’s really closed up about his past. That’s all I got, (y/n).” He took his phone out, checking the time. “It’s 8 AM. Don’t you have classes?”

“Don’t you have them too?” You retorted, smiling evilly at him. He rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket. 

“Hey, I’m only skipping because I have a good reason. You’re the goody two-shoes whatever kind of kid.”

“I am not a kid!” You grumbled, crossing your arms and turning your head away. 

“You only prove my point more by doing that,” he laughed, raising his hand to let a waiter bring the two of you menus. 

“Oh? Was my granola bar not enough?” You asked as the waiter brought two menus, opening it up and scanning the items. Yoongi groaned, ignoring your question. 

“Shit, never knew a cafe had so many food selections..” he murmured quietly, his eyes darting from item to item. You smiled at his reaction, glad he was starting up his normal eating routine. Yoongi was a fairly skinny boy, but his legs were stick thin when you first met him in high school. Of course he ate healthy, but you were still genuinely worried he only ate when near you so he wouldn’t have to deal with anything. You shrugged, realizing you were over-thinking. 

After a few minutes, the two of you ordered your food; you ordered a croissant and he ordered pancakes. The waiter grabbed your menus and handed the two of you cups of waters, nodding and walking away into the cafe. Yoongi sat there silently, playing with his thumbs. “You know,” He said abruptly, catching your attention. “We were really worried for you back there in the club.” 

Your facial expression darkened. “Not now, Yoongi.”

He shook his head. “I’m serious. Why did you suddenly stand up like that? The two of you could have just talked it out, you know.” 

“Yoongi, this isn’t the time.” You whispered, glaring at him. “I don’t want to even remember him.”

Yoongi opened his mouth to talk back, but only closed it when the waiter brought over the food. He sighed, “Fine.” He grabbed the knife and began to cut into the pancakes while you took a bite out of the croissant. 

“Anyways!” He ate a piece of the pancake, looking up at you. “Did you get to meet Jimin well enough? He said he ate ice cream with you.” He chuckled at the thought. “He’s like a little kid.”

You took another bite, raising your shoulders up and down. “I guess.” You shot a curious glance at him. “You really do get..acquainted with weird people.”

He paused, staring up at you. “What do you mean?”

“Jimin seems like..rich, Jungkook is just out there..” you chuckled. “It’s weird.”

Yoongi snorted, taking a sip of water. “Are you saying I’m not supposed to have friends?”

You shook your head. “Nah, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that you seem unique with the two.” 

The two of you ate while chattering about random things - college, friends, all that. You laughed at Yoongi complaining about how annoying everything was, feeling the life come back to your world.


June 20th, Saturday, 1 PM in the afternoon. Yoongi showed up at your door, knocking on it loudly. “Let me in, (y/n)!”

You opened the door with a slam, staring at him with a glare.  “What?”

Taken aback, Yoongi sighed. “Taehyung’s wedding is today.” You froze. “Come on, you can get over this.”

Your eyes wandered over to your phone, checking the date again. “Why should I? He doesn’t want to see me, I wouldn’t want to see me either.”

“Cut the bullshit, (y/n).” He grabbed your shoulders, shaking your roughly. “You were just happy yesterday. Get dressed and lets go.”

“No.” You mumbled, still dazed from being woken up early and allowing your hair to fall in front of your face.

“You’re really making me do this,” he groaned, grabbing your arm and dragging you upstairs to your room. He went inside your closet after setting you on your bed, looking for an outfit for you to wear. It almost made you laugh at how frustrated he was. “Do you not have anything good to wear?!”

“I don’t get dresses, they’re uncomfortable.” You finally said, somehow relaxing at his frustration. Yoongi glared at you, annoyed that you were satisfied at how much he tried to find a dress.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” He pulled out a light, flowery blouse and jeans. “Wear it, lets go.” He threw the clothes at you and slammed the door closed, waiting for you outside your door.

You stared down at the clothes. It had been exactly three months since the incident with Taehyung happened. Your sickness had gotten worse, and you felt weaker, less energetic. “I’m not going,” you whispered to yourself.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Yoongi complained outside the door, knocking on it once.

The numbers on your phone signaled the time as it changed. 1:03. You let out a small sigh before slipping into the clothes. As you changed into the jeans, memories flashed in your mind. It had been three months since the fight with Taehyung, and neither of you had talked to each other since then. Jungkook and you became friends, along with Jimin. You zipped yourself up, not bothering with makeup and combing your hands in your tangled hair. 

Swinging the door open, Yoongi yelled in surprise. “For fuck’s sake,” he grabbed your arm. “It’s starting in thirty minutes. Lets go.”

The car ride to the wedding was silent, the two of you focused on the road ahead of you. “Why am I going again? I’m sure Taehyung hates me.”

“Don’t say that.” Yoongi tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “He got over it. Probably.” He turned the steering wheel to the left, parking the car in a small space between two large ones. Unbuckling his seat belt, he nodded at you. “Lets go.”

You kicked the floor of the car, unbuckling yourself as well and got out the car. The building was large and tall, balloons surrounding the opening. “Congratulations, Love Birds!” The banners hung above the doors. You stared at it before being dragged inside by Yoongi, shoving past other guests. “Hey! (y/n)!” A familiar voice ringed in your voice, putting a hand on your shoulder. Yoongi halted, letting out a ‘tch’ sound. 

You turned around to meet Jungkook, his hair slicked back and eyes wide. “Hey! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“I didn’t want to be here.”

He glanced at Yoongi, faltering and nodding in apology. “Oops..sorry, Yoongi! I just finally found another person I knew!”

“It’s fine, kid. I have to take (y/n) to someone, though.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze towards you. “Oh..okay. Be careful.” He smiled, waving at the two of you as you walked away.

Yoongi barged into a room around a corner, clutching your arm tightly. “Ow.” You muttered, struggling to move your arm away. 

“Yoongi!” A woman’s voice shouted loudly, making your cringe. You looked up, staring at the groom and bride smiling at Yoongi. Not at you, Yoongi.

“Hi.” He grumbled, letting go of your arm. Your eyes meet with the groom’s, identifying them as Taehyung’s. The rest of the guests in the room continued chattering, keeping their voices low. “Talk to him at least, kid.”

“I’m not talking to him. I’m going back to find Jungkook.” You hissed, glaring at Yoongi. “He’s the only one who seems to allow me to have freedom.”

“(y/n)!” Taehyung’s cheery voice rang in your head, causing you to freeze up. You stared at him. “Hey! Come over here, at least!” He motioned for you to come over, his smile glowing upon his skin. Yoongi pushed your forward, murmuring in your ear. 

“Just do it, (y/n). It’ll be fine. I’m gonna wait outside.” He left the room, leaving you there, stuck in your spot with widened eyes. Suha smirked, walking over to you and looping her arm with yours. 

“Hey, Taehyung wants you to come over, lets talk!” She giggled, dragging you towards Taehyung. You struggled, trying to get her grip off of your arm without causing a commotion. You stumbled over a shoe, leaning forward and gritting your teeth together. Suha let out a quiet laugh, pulling you back up and bringing you to Taehyung.

“I’ll let you two talk. I need to go talk to daddy.”

Suha left the room, leaving you and Taehyung together. You felt relieved other people were in the room as well, but their chatter dialed down and only a few whispers came out and drifted about. You felt your heart flutter when Taehyung took your hand, fingering his hands through your hair. “You look different. Did you loose weight?”

You stayed silent, staring down at the floor. ‘I didn’t want you to get married. I didn’t want you to leave me, why did you do it? I can’t function anymore. You’re gonna go away. You’re leaving. Why?’ you thought to yourself, not gathering the courage to say those words. He sighed, letting his hand fall from your hair, the one gripping your hand still holding on tight. “You have to eat. It’s bad for you if you don’t, and I’ll spank you if you refuse.” He pulled on your cheek, surprised when he struggled. “Did you not put makeup on?”

“Yoongi dragged me here.” You whispered, taking your hand out his grip and shoving it in your pocket. The rest of the guests shuffled out the room, shutting it softly. “I didn’t want to come.”

Taehyung let out a small laugh, adjusting his sleeves. “I should’ve expected that, I guess.”

You raised your hand to your mouth, biting down on your thumb. You gnawed on it before Taehyung forced you to stop, eyes wide. “What are you doing? You’re bleeding!” Your eyes trailed down to your hand, noticing the blood trailing down your wrist. 

“Oh, shit.” You jerked your hand away, wiping the blood away from your thumb. “It’s a habit.”

Taehyung stared at you while shaking his head, turning around to face his back towards you. “You know, I really regret having that fight at the club.” 

“You didn’t seem so sorry when you didn’t bother to call me.”

“I thought you’d call back, even if I didn’t have you number, you always used to do that.” You scoffed, shoving your injured hand in your pocket as well and turning away. “I don’t even know why I’m here. I’m going to go to Jungkook.”

Taehyung grabbed your arm, pulling you back. “Stay here for a while, it won’t hurt!” He pressed, smiling brightly.

“Why should I?” You grumbled, pulling your arm away. “Why would I watch you get married to a slut?”

His fists trembled as they clenched into a tight fist, a small smirk forming upon your lips. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Reality does really fucking suck.” You turned around to face the door, grabbing the door knob and leaving Taehyung in the room alone. 

You stumbled into Yoongi on your way out, letting out a small “oh.” Yoongi stared down at you and dragged you up. “How did it go?” He asked quickly, glancing at the room. “You guys took a lot less time than I thought you would.”

“Yoongi, can’t we just go already?” You whined, crossing your arms. “I have nothing to do with these two.”

“Yes, yes you do.” He snapped, leaning against the wall. “You’ve been friends with him for years now, (y/n). Don’t do this to them over a small fight.”

“Small fight?!” You raised your voice, unaware of the stares you were causing the two of you to get from the others. “Yoongi, he’s about to get married to a prissy princess who just likes sex! Does no one fucking believe me?!” You wrapped your hand around his collar, staring him dead in the eye. “I’ll say it again. I have nothing to do with them.”

“So, you’ll just act like Taehyung was nothing to you?” 

“Correct.”

Yoongi smirked. “Then I don’t know you either.”

You faltered, your grip loosening on his collar. “Excuse me?”

He moved your arm away. “Taehyung was the one who introduced me to you, anyways. So if you just want to discard all the shit you’ve been through with him, I’ll make sure I can’t contact you at all. In fact, I’ll just move.” You felt your stomach churn as sweat dripped down your face. 

“You wouldn’t do that, Yoongi,” you said shakily, “I know you wouldn’t. Why are you doing this to me?”

Yoongi growled at you angrily, “You’re acting like a bitch at his wedding. Do you know how much he’s been yearning to find the love of his life? He’s having this great party right now, but here you are, acting up like a child!”

“I am not acting like a child!” You gasped. “You’re the one who brought me here, anyways! If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here, you little sh-”

“You came here yourself. I never forced you.” He glared at you. 

Plus, you still love Taehyung.

You fell silent and lowered your head. “I do not.”

“You do.”

“I don’t fucking love him!” You screamed, tears dripping down your face. Yoongi blinked twice, standing up correctly with wide eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Yoongi!” You cried, wiping at your eyes furiously. “I thought you would help me with this, you know. But now, here I am, acting like a child, as you said!”

“Shit, I didn’t-”

“Oh, yes you did.” You interrupted, gritting your teeth together. “Don’t put all that on me this time. You meant every word you said that came out your mouth.”

“(y/n), calm down, people are staring..”

You slammed your fist on the wall. “Is that all you care about, people staring?! Not helping your friend crying, who’s suffering, everything?!”

Yoongi raised his hand, the sound of his hand and your cheek colliding echoing throughout the hallway. Everyone froze in surprise, some covering their mouths and some murmuring to their friends. Your head stayed in the position where Yoongi slapped you, lip trembling. The stinging sensation spread throughout your body, sending shivers down your back. You put your hand to your cheek, not bothering to wipe your eyes. “I think I’m gonna go now.” You muttered, turning away. 

“Wait, I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me-” You raised your hand to stop him, shaking your head. 

“No, really, I should have gotten hit. You can run me over with your car too, you know. Would take me out of my misery faster.”

“(y/n), you’re thinking about that way too fast!” Yoongi rushed to your side, hesitant to touch your shoulder. You stumbled, letting out a loud cough into your hand. Both you and Yoongi stared at the flowers falling out your mouth, letting them flutter onto the ground. The guests stared in horror, as well as awe, at the flowers coming out your mouth. 

“Shit!” Yoongi glared at the others, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “We’ll deal with this later. Get in the restroom.” He ushered you to the bathroom, closing the door after you entered. You threw his jacket off, quick to go to the toilet and throw up. 

“S-Shi-” God, your condition was really getting worse. You felt as if you were suffocating, that damned disease. If only it didn’t exist, if only you hadn’t loved Taehyung - you’d be free. Free, free like all the other people. You gripped the handle of the drawer in the sink next to you, coughing loudly and painfully while trying to keep your hand on the handle. Your palms became sweaty, sweat ran down your face, and your body lost it’s energy. 

The flowers continued to flow down and down, the horrendous sound paired along with your choked sobs. You smiled at yourself shakily, wondering how embarrassing it was to be with you. Ruining a wedding, friendship, what else was there for you to ruin?

You calmed down after a steady hour, flushing the flowers down and washing both your hands and face. Your knees knocked together while you bent down to pick up Yoongi’s jacket, opening the door. He grabbed your shoulders as you fell down, all energy that was once in your body now gone. “I guess I really shouldn’t have brought you here..Jungkook, stop, she’s not feeling well..no, I swear to god, don’t touch..it’s nothing bad…” The voices floated around your head, drifting in and out of consciousness, only to be jerked up again when a blast of pain shot through your head once in a while.

“(y/n)? Can you hear me?” Jungkook’s voice whispered near your ear. You felt his hand comb through your hair, reassuring you that you were fine. “The ceremony already started. No one’s here. It’s okay if you leave, we’ll come with you. Sleep for now, okay?” Hands gripped around your arms, helping you out the door. “Yoongi, hurry up, I think people are starting to notice..”

“Shush, I’m trying.” Yoongi hissed, opening up the car to the back seat and carefully placing you on the seats. “Get in, Jungkook.” 

“What? But then who’ll tell them that-”

“No one needs to know, Jungkook. That’ll make things worse.” He murmured, getting in the driver’s seat and revving up the engine. Jungkook quickly jumped into the passenger’s seat, closing the door shut. You struggled to keep your eyes open, your surroundings slowly becoming pitch black.


“(y/n)!!”

“Shut up, that’ll wake her up!”

“But that’s what we want her to do, don’t we?”

“You little-”

“HER FINGER MOVED.”

“Shhh!”

You open your eyes slowly, blinking twice to refocus your vision. You stared at the people around you, squinting your eyes to try to make out who they were. “..Jin?”

Jin looked up at you from his clipboard, letting out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god you woke up.” He pointed at Jungkook and Jimin, rolling his eyes. “The two thought you were going to die.”

“No! It’s called worrying for a friend, Jin!” Jimin whined, shooting you an awkward smile. 

You moved your hand around on the unfamiliar material underneath your body, sitting up slowly. Looking around, you sucked in your breath. “Am I in a hospital?”

“Since you see me, duh.” Jin scribbled onto the paper on his clipboard, glancing at the boys. “Never knew you had such weird friends.”

“Excus-”

“Shush.”

You smiled. “Can someone explain why I’m here, though?” 

Yoongi leaned against the wall, raising his eyebrow. “You fainted when we were driving you to your house.” He rubbed his temple, furrowing his eyebrows. “I still think I’m deaf from Jungkook crying.”

“I really thought you died, (y/n)!” Jungkook whimpered, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“Anyways-”

You cleared your throat loudly, glaring at everyone around you. “So, you brought me here because I fainted? That’s it?”

Jin blinked, adjusting his glasses. “Uh..yeah.”

You groaned, stretching your arms. “I didn’t need to be escorted to the hospital, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Yoongi pushed you back down onto the bed and stared at Jimin and Jungkook. “Can you guys wait outside for a sec? We need to talk.”

Jimin glanced at you with a worried expression, grabbing Jungkook’s arm and nodding at Yoongi. “Don’t die!” Jin started to turn around to leave as well before Yoongi grabbed his arm. 

“You stay here.”

Jin removed his arm from Yoongi’s grip, setting his clipboard down. “Okay, what do we need now?”

“Get (y/n) the surgery.” 

Your eyes widened as you sat up, staring at Yoongi. “Are you crazy?! Why are you deciding this for me?!” 

Yoongi stared down at you, running his hand through his messy hair. “It’s for the best. You’ll die soon if you don’t.”

“That isn’t for you to decide, Yoongi!” You argued, grabbing his arm desperately. 

Jin sighed, pushing up the rim of his glasses. “He’s right, (y/n). The disease is serious.” He pushed his hair back, staring at you. “The surgery is pretty much the only option you have left.”

You bit down on your lip, tossing the bed sheets aside and stood up. Your knees failed on you, trembling and slamming down onto the ground. Yoongi bent down to help you up, but you shook your head at him.  “No,” you whispered. “I’m not gonna get that damned surgery. If I wanna die, I will. I’ll do it without hesitation.” You shot your head up at the two boys, struggling to get up. 

“Are you seriously going to do this?” Yoongi said harshly, his hands clenching into tight fists. “I’m doing the best I can to help you yet all you do is say ‘no, I won’t.’ This is all about Taehyung.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why can’t you realize how stubborn you’re being with us? Taehyung got over it, you should too.” 

“He’s not over it. He never will get over it.” You snapped, forcing yourself to get up. “He’s not cured yet.” 

Yoongi shot his hands up in the air, eyes going wild. “Are you listening to yourself right now?! You’re saying Taehyung won’t be cured, you’re worried about him, worry about yourself god damn it!” He raised his fist as it slammed into the wall, startling both you and Jin. 

“Yoongi..” You murmured quietly.

“Leave me alone.” He whispered as tiny droplets of blood dripped down his fist. 

“You have to-”

“Get the fuck out!” Yoongi yelled, turning to face you with his fiery eyes. You stared at him with horror, backing up and quickly walking out the room, shutting the door closed behind you. You flinched at Jin’s desperate attempts to calm Yoongi down, looking up at Jimin creeping behind the corner.

“Is Yoongi okay?” He asked softly, his slender fingers wrapped around the edge. “He’s yelling pretty loudly..”

“He’s fine.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “Stay here. I’m going home.”

The two boys stared at you with confused expressions before Jungkook gabbed your arm. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to stay inside?”

“I’m fine. All I did was faint.”

He looked at you with sincere worry. “Yeah, but..you looked really pale when you got into the car. You couldn’t even talk, or even walk!”

Jimin stared at you with surprise written all over his face, obviously confused. You shook Jungkook’s hand off your arm, shooting a glare at him. “I said I’m fine and I’m going home.” His hand grabbed your arm again, and you opened your mouth to tell him off again - but there he was, tears falling down his cheeks. His lips trembled, his shoulders bounced up and down. 

“A-Are you really okay?” He whimpered again, hiccuping between his words. 

“Hey, hey..why are you crying? You haven’t done anything,” you talked quickly, unsure what to do in this situation. Jimin rushed over to Jungkook’s side, eyes wide and hand wiping his tears away. 

His hand fell from your arm as his weight fell into Jimin’s arms, sobbing quietly into his shoulder. You watched in surprise, backing up once again. Jimin stared at you with confusion, his hand combing through Jungkook’s hair. You pushed yourself out the doors, walking away quickly. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cursed at yourself, keeping your head low. Why was everyone having such a big reaction? This was your problem. This was your life. Why were people being hurt instead of you? Yoongi was becoming frustrated, people are crying because of you. You found your way back home quickly, opening the door to your house and slamming it closed. 

You laid there in front of the door for hours, just thinking. Thinking how you’d escape. How’d you escape from this hell you were forced to live in - you could move. You could just avoid everyone. You could simply just kill yourself. 

You took a moment to think again. What the fuck were you thinking? Killing yourself? Both sides of your mind fought against each other - die, move, die, move, die, move. But then one small idea popped in your mind.

Forgive.

You could just forgive Taehyung. It would be that simply, right? This would all be over. All this would end. Relief washed over you until one small problem broke in. 

That damned disease.

It would and will not go away. It will stay there for the rest of your life unless you finally get the surgery. You will not get that surgery. You will not, you will not, you will not; you will not.

It was until then the tears came. Your hand stayed on your chest, your left arm extended out on the left of you. The tears rolled down your cheeks, down your chin, and onto the ground. It made you chuckle - could the amount of tears you cried make an ocean where you could just sail away?


9 PM. You had gotten up and slept on the couch to try to escape your burdens. Loud knocks banged on the door, awakening you. You slowly got up from the couch, opening the door without a care. 

Taehyung stood there, still in his tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and his smile was big.

“(y/n),” he said, surprised you opened the door. You took a step back, quick to force the door closed. Taehyung blocked the door from fully closing, pushing his body weight onto the door. 

“Get out,” you cried, struggling to close the door shut. “Stop coming here!”

Taehyung’s strength was far more superior than yours, easily forcing the door open. You stumbled back, your body still not fully energized to it’s maximum. You wiped your tears away angrily, stepping back once again. “(y/n),” Taehyung repeated, his voice now softer. “I heard what happened.”

You froze, your hand stopping mid-way. “Yoongi told me you fainted.” He stared down at the ground. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I’m not sick.” You whispered. 

“Why did you faint then?” 

“It’s nothing, alright?! Get out!” You screamed at him, pushing him away. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, slapping your hands away.

“What’s wrong with you these past days?” He asked, keeping his posture. 

“You married a girl. You’re leaving me. You’re making me suffer even more.” You trembled, staring up at him with teary eyes. “You don’t realize how much I’m hurting because of the decisions you’re making.” You turned on your heel and raced upstairs. “That’s why I’ll be taking my leave.”

Taehyung ran up behind you, watching you in terror as you rummaged through your closet. pulling out a small suitcase. “You’re kidding,” he gasped, trying to stop you. “Are you serious?! What are you doing? Why are you packing up?!”

You grabbed as many items as you could, zipping up your suit case. “I can’t stay here, Taehyung.” You extended your arm to the window, tightening your grip on the suitcase handle. “Do you know how much trouble I’ve caused?! And to top it all off, don’t even get me started with you.” Taehyung bit down on his lip as you shoved past him, grabbing your phone to call a taxi. 

Taehyung pleaded with you, trying to bring you back into the house. You ignored him as tears dripped down onto the ground, opening the door and stepping outside. The taxi arrived shortly, beeping loudly. 

You opened the backseat door, struggling to get inside from aehyung pulling you back. “Don’t go!” He cried, clinging onto your arm. “Why are you leaving us all?! Stay!” 

You took one look at his ring on his ring finger, grabbing his hand and taking it off. “I fucking love you.” You breathed. “I have the Hanahaki Disease and I’ll die.” You threw the ring to the ground, lowering yourself down into the backseat and slamming the door shut. You locked the door and told the driver to take you to the airport. Taehyung banged on the window, his screams muffled from the barrier. You hugged your knees as the taxi drove off, Taehyung’s yells become weaker and weaker until they no longer were able to be heard. 


a/n: honestly i was going to make more plot in between this situation but i think i have a steady idea of how the story will go for now on