#happy 3k woot

[fueledbysprite]

abandoned wips masterlist

so not too long ago i did an insta poll asking if i should expose all my abandoned fic drafts cause i mean it’s not like theyre ever gonna see the light of day otherwise. i was going to do it when i hit 3k kudos on ao3 and i did so i suppose it has come time for me to expose my mistakes

for obvious reasons, don’t repost these (idk why anyone would lol) but if you really like one of these and want to see it continued, just hit up my ask box and i may or may not consider~

Miscellaneous Fandoms:

Ninjago: Zephyr - a Morro backstory fic bc the hageman bros refuse to feed me more content of my son. barely started it but yknow its there

Miraculous Ladybug/BoBoiBoy: this failed attempt at a fanginette fic bc @secretagentspydetectiveninja got me invested even tho writers block is a binch hahshs

BoBoiBoy:

kokotiam gang angst that reminded me i cannot for the life of me write emotional angst (or any angst for that matter oop)

ramenzo (and kaifang) angst that i churned out on a saturday afternoon on a writing spike instead of doing homework bc I Do Not Control the Writing Juice

au where bbb is a forest guardian(?) and fang just wants away from Society (same fang same) i will probably be yearning for woodland aus till the day i die bc who *doesnt* wanna ditch everything and go live in the middle of the woods amirite?

ramenzo n boifang water fight bc you cant convince me these idiots dont get up to ridiculous shenanigans on their downtime

abandoned draft for the sequel to the og ramenzo fic (dont bother reading it literally nothing happens i swear)

i literally don’t remember where i was going with this i think it was supposed to be fang introspection but idk??

uhh kaifang with ramenzo vibes i think this was gonna be? i genuinely don’t remember anymore oop-

RAMENZO IN QUARANTINE yes this one was regular au (i mean duh) and it’s a shame i never ended up finishing it-

i am actually goboifang t r a s h...until i realized im going to have to make all the food by myself and i never learned to make food :’)) (fr if anyone provides me with any kind of fanon gbf content i will love you forever pls)

this...exists even tho i honestly prefer it didnt but ramenzo is ramenzo n ramen has freckles i will fite u on this (dont read it pls)

if anyone wants ramenzo crumbs (and i mean that quite practically) then feel free to consume the Specks

dont read this pls im begging just dont lets yeet it into the void it doesnt exist~ I Do Not See It

update: i discovered this uhh kaifang post-bora ra incident thing in my other drive

Miraculous Ladybug:

okay forewarning there are wayyyy too many of these so im skipping the ones that are sequels/dependent on other fics for context just to spare myself from having to sort through this mountain

i was planning to participate in chlonath week 2k19 (unfortunately for chlonath nation I Do Not Control the Hyperfixation oop) if you want context then ask

marcnath crumbs thats it thats the doc

oh look allya is self projecting again (writing is still pain) (marcnath)

for the one who requested chloenette with the dialogue prompt i am so sorry

idk why this feels like something ive posted before but then again all lovesquare is the same to me (dead) so who knows im not gonna bother checking hshsh (marichat)

chlonath go to comic con or sth idk chloe is tsundere as always (or would have been anyway if i ever ended up Finishing this)

i *think* this was based on a @terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus post but heck if i remember now- (lukanette??)

i have absolutely no recollection as to where i was going with this but if anyone finds the concept interesting then by all means go ahead n snatch it- (manon finds the miraculous i guess?)

this is a great. opening. to a chloe fic. that doesnt exist. oof :,)

caline bustier’s home for orphans amirite (i mean she basically already adopted the whole class so)

im genuinely not a fan of the jealous!lover trope but someone in the marcnath server wanted some at one point so i. attempted. and failed but you know thats to be expected at this point :’3

oh look allya is projecting her writing struggles onto marc again is anyone surprised?

theres probably a museum brotp story in here but it doesnt exist and at this point it never will rip

oh good lord not this again i genuinely managed to forget about it for a while until now-

i just read the first line and im already reeling what the heck is this nathanette(??)

WHY IS THERE MARICHAT IN MY WIP FOLDER WHAT

allya stop projecting onto emo weebs challenge failed

i really wanna know where the context for chlonath skiing trip came from i literally have 0 recollection of this at all??

YO I ACTUALLY REMEMBER THE CONTEXT FOR THIS ONE anyway nath n aroace!alix arranged marriage au anyone?? well too bad cause i abandoned it oop-

ahahahahahahaha wdym i wrote 7k of chlonath and then ditched it i would never do that lmao-

i think this was a hunger games au uh

something something marcnath

marcnath angst i guess? *allya pls stop trying to write angst we’ve already established that is not a thing you can do*

something something chlonath

im never gonna forgive @powerdragonmoon for the fact that i thought “beecock” while glancing over this to figure out wth was going on. cholaon works here too tho so that is what i shall call it //sideways glare at moon

take your otp. now put them on a trampoline. but heaven forbid you ever finish the fic- (chlonath if it wasnt obvious)

nathanette doll au from forever ago with @lotus-duckies that was a real concept its a shame i have 0 commitment

i wanna call this lukanathanette but i honestly don’t remember where i was going with it so idk

hi uhm what is this and why is it so depressing allya fr quit self projecting on emo tomatoes oml

chlonath established relationship i guess??

museum brotp go skating?? is that what this is?

how much chlonath do i hAVE also chloe u tsundere

nathaniel is Yearning n tbh i dont blame him cause same (ft. marc)

i could swear this was gonna be luklonath (chlolukanath??) but i wouldnt be able to remember-

if anyone can figure out what’s going on with marc pls tell me bc i dont-

cholaon but theres no context

Oh god im finally done good lord that’s all of em i hope i never have to look at a mlb doc again in my life anyway pls be grateful n enjoy the crumbs n stuff thanks i sacrificed my sanity for this-

[jaidenanimationsfans-blog]

Me narrating my clumsy unpredictable life.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Sinners and Saints  -  18+

Pairing: Bucky X Innocent!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who enjoys the art of sinning. You’re a good church girl who obeys her parents. When he decides he wants you, he’s going to have you.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Language,

Word Count: 3K

A/n: Tomorrow we’re doing dirty drabbles. I’m excited. I also have a week and a half off of work so woot woot.

EDITED POORLY

~*~

Bucky Barnes is going to Hell.

That much, he knows for sure.

He’s a man who loves sinning far too much and when the time comes, he’s got a first-class ticket to the burning world below.

That being said, he doesn't want to go down there for some stupid reason. So, he’s made it his goal to sin as much as he can in this life.

And he has his eye trained on his next one.

You sit prim and proper beside your mother, head bowed slightly as you listen to his brother drone on and on about the power of the lord. 

The purest of them all, never to dream of sin. And yet you walk around in skirts that blow with the wind, shirts that show your bust, and a smile on your face that could easily make the pope give in to Sin.

“Go in peace, to love and serve the Lord and one another.” He snaps back to the present as people start standing up, his eyes finding yours. Your eyebrows raise in surprise and he winks at you, smiling as you giggle into your hand.

People come up to his brother and talk and talk and talk. He tries to hide the bored look on his face. But when he catches a glimpse of your amazing legs beneath your skirt, lining up with your mother to talk to the Priest, he smiles widely.

Standing up and smoothing his clothes, he walks over to the two of you.

“Good morning, ma’am, and God Bless.” The words taste bitter on his tongue.

“Good morning, James. How are you today?” Your mother asks, smiling at the man. “I’m well, thank you. How are you?” She sighs and shakes her head. “Our neighbour Peter is sick again. His aunt is very busy with work and she asked me to help take care of him. Now that I’m doing that I haven’t had time to do any of our usual chores.”

Opportunity slaps Bucky across the face.

“Well ma’am, I don’t want to impose, but I could help you? I’m quite the handyman.” His eyes flash to yours and you bite your lip nervously, fingers toying with a loose string on your Cardigan.

“Oh, James! I couldn’t possibly ask that of you!” He shakes his head and smiles brightly at your mother. “It’s no problem, really. I may have overheard your husband talking about hiring someone to fix a few things around the house. I could do it free of charge. And I assure you, I’m quite good with my hands.” His eyes flame as he stares at you while saying those last words. You shift nervously, heat growing in your belly.

“Well, if you insist. Come by our house after you’re finished here and I’ll get you all set up. And before you say anything, we’re most definitely going to be paying you for your services.” He smiles, the thought of getting closer to you more than enough to have him working whatever job she wants him too.

“I’ll see you then, Mrs. (Y/l/n). (Y/n).” He nods at you and you clench your hands into fists, arousal pooling in your panties.

“James.” He walks away feeling accomplished and horny and absolutely ready to catch a glimpse of what’s hiding beneath that cute skirt.

~

“Honey? James is here. He’s going to be working on a few chores around the house while I do some work. Alright? Please don’t get in his way.” You nod and watch from the top of the stairs as he walks into your home.

“Afternoon, (Y/n).” He greets you with that panty-dropping smile and you have to divert your thoughts to mass earlier to prevent anything sinful from entering your mind.

“Afternoon, James.” He watches as you spin around the head back to your room, giving him a clear view of your sky blue panties.

He takes a deep breath then turns away from the stairs and gets to work, wanting to actually help your mother while also gaining her trust.

~

“Would you care to stay for dinner, James?” Your father asks, very pleased with all the work the young man has done around your house.

“Well...” Your mother pops her head into the room and gives James a stern look. “I’ve made more than enough for you, James. And we don’t want it going to waste, do we?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, ma’am.”

You watch from where you’re setting the table as your father gives James a list of things to do around the house over the next few weeks.

“They’ve been laying people off at work. And thankfully it hasn’t been me, but that means I’ve gotta pick up the slack and work extra hours.” James nods understandingly, his eyes flickering to you for a moment before returning to the man in front of you.

“(Y/n) does online courses and will be home every day. She’ll let you in and fix you something to eat or drink. All you’ve gotta do is ask. Our home is your home.”

You look down at the cutlery before walking over to your mother. “Is there anything else you need help with?” You ask, smiling as she kisses your forehead.

“Nothing, dear. You can go sit down.” You do as she says and sit down, nervously avoiding everyone’s eyes as James sits next to you. He’s so close that you can smell him. And he smells delicious.

“(Y/n), would you like to say Grace?” Your mother asks, smiling encouragingly at you.

You take James’ hand and your mothers, hoping they can’t feel them trembling.

“Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen."

“Amen,” everyone whispers. You let go of their hands and discretely wipe your palms on your skirt.

“So James, you’re in college?” James takes a forkful of food, chews carefully, then swallows before answering.

“No, Sir. Graduated two years ago with a Ph.D.” Your mother raises her eyebrows, impressed. “How old are you again, James?” “Twenty-nine this March.” She nods and looks over at you.

“(Y/n) will be twenty this year. She’s excelling in her studies and is pursuing a medical degree.” You smile bashfully and continue eating.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck with your studies, although I’m sure you won’t need it.” You thank him softly and continue eating.

The meal goes smoothly and when your mother brings out a cake for dessert you feel yourself relaxing. That is... until James puts his hand on your thigh.

You look over at him curiously and he simply smiles at you, his hand dipping under your skirt and moving up your thigh until his pinky brushes against your panties.

“Mr. Barnes?” You ask curiously. Your parents turn to you, surprised that you’ve spoken to him.

“Yess, (Y/n)?” He squeezes your thigh and you jump a little. “N-nevermind. My question must’ve run off. “ Your father chuckles and says something about how that happens to the best of people. You’re too busy trying not to jolt as his fingers slip beneath your panties, brushing against your wet folds.

One of his thick fingers slips inside of you and you gasp loudly, dropping your fork onto the floor.

“Oh goodness! I-I’m sorry mother.” She frowns at your behaviour.

“I can grab your fork for you, (Y/n).” James bends down to pick up your fork, removing his fingers from you as he comes back up. He hands you the fork and holds your gaze as he brings the finger that was inside of you to his mouth.

“I’m feeling I’ll, mother. May I please be excused?” She nods and you hurry upstairs, your thighs trembling as purely sinful thoughts fill your mind.

You drop to your knees beside your bed and start praying desperately, begging God to forgive you for the sin you committed at the table. Asking Him to remove the sinful thoughts from your mind.

~

“(Y/n) your father’s at work and I’m popping over to check on Peter. James is working in the back yard. Get him lunch and a drink if he asks.” You nod, watching as your mother hurries out of the house.

It’s been a week since the dinner incident and since then you’ve had naughty thoughts far more often than you’d like to admit.

You’re typing away on your laptop when the back door opens.

“Afternoon, (Y/n).” You give James a curt nod, not wanting to interact with him any more than you have to.

“I’m feeling parched. Could you grab me a drink?” You close your laptop and walk to the fridge, grabbing him a bottle of water. He takes it from you, eyes drinking in your figure.

You can’t help but watch as he brings the bottle up to his pink lips, a few drops of water trailing over his chin and down his neck.

You look away quickly and swallow hard, rubbing your thighs together to try and get rid of the growing tension between them.

“I know you want to sin,” he whispers suddenly, one of his hands finding your waist.

“M-Mr. Barnes… I don’t….” He shushes you, stepping closer until his thigh is between your legs.

“It’s okay. You know, it’s not a sin if it’s with someone from church. If you’re both followers of Christ then your sins are immediately forgiven.” Your eyebrows raise. “Really?” He nods, the hand on your waist squeezing tightly.

“It would be a sin on my part to let you exist in a state of frustration the way you are. Do you want me to help?” You nod vigorously, relieved that it’s not sinning with him.

“Rub yourself on my thigh.” You follow his command, gasping as pleasure erupts from between your legs. “Wh-what is this?” You ask breathlessly, rubbing harder and faster against him.

“That’s your pretty little clit thanking you for making her happy. And your pussy is crying right now because she wants attention. But don’t worry, daddy’s gonna give you all the attention you need.” He helps you ride his thigh, biting his bottom lip as you soak through your panties and make a mess of his jeans.

“Oh, oh.. yes… yes…” Your hips stutter then stop, the pleasure too much.

“No Princess. You’ve gotta keep going if you want it to feel good.” He forces you to keep moving, grinding you against his thigh as you moan and whimper.

“But Mr. Barnes…” He shakes his head and looks into your eyes. “Call me daddy when we’re alone.” “Daddy… it’s too much.” He ignores you and continues rubbing your puffy pussy over his jeans, eyes focused on your face as you slowly come undone right in the kitchen. Your body convulses and you lean against him for support, gasping wildly and moaning as your very first orgasm rips you apart.

“Mr. B- Daddy,” you correct yourself last minute. “What was that?” He smiles and kisses your lips, relishing in the little squeak you release. Your lips quickly move against his, the feeling foreign but wonderful.

“That, babygirl, was called an orgasm. And daddy plans on giving you plenty of those.”

~*~

For the next few days, James shows you how good orgasms feel, and how to give yourself one.

You're rubbing your clit furiously, eyebrows drawn together in slight frustration as your climax lies just out of reach.

“Does my baby want some help?” You squeal and attempt to cover yourself. James laughs and locks your bedroom door behind himself.

“Your mother went into town with your father. They won’t be home for a few hours. I figured maybe I can show you another way to orgasm.” You nod excitedly, desperate to get off.

“Lie back against your pillows, princess. Daddy’s gonna show you how good it feels to have someone eat your pussy.” The words make you feel embarrassed for a moment but that -and all other thoughts- leaves your mind as soon as he brushes his tongue over your wet folds.

“Oh Daddy!” You grab his hair, the sensation strange but absolutely breathtaking.

“Mhm... daddy’s eating your cute princess cunt. You taste so good, baby.” He sucks on your clit harshly then pushes his tongue inside of you. “D-daddy...” He grins and continues fucking into you with his tongue, only to replace it with his middle finger.

His mouth focusses solely on your clit and you yell out praises. The sloppy sound of him fingering you makes you even wetter and he’s surprised that he’s not drowning in your slick. Yet.

Your orgasm catches you by surprise and you shout out for him, your legs trembling around his head as he licks you through it.

He pulls away after a few more moments, a wicked grin on his face as you lie panting on your bed.

“That one felt so so good daddy. I want another one. Please?” He looks around then nods, grabbing your hairbrush off of your dresser and heading into the bathroom. You’re half asleep when he comes back, but that doesn't stop him from gingerly pushing the handle of the hairbrush into your tight cunt.

“Oh... that feels so good...” He moves it slowly in and out of you and you moan lazily, eyes fighting to open. “I like that... I like it a lot...” He continues fucking you with the hairbrush, watching the way your cunt swallows the handle, squeezing it tightly.

“Look at how pretty your pussy looks, taking your hairbrush. You’re so greedy baby. Your pussy just wants someone to play with it. That’s why daddy is here.”

You’re almost asleep but that doesn’t stop him. He keeps fucking your pliant body with the brush, lost in the way your delicious pussy looks.

When your body starts quivering he pulls the brush out, his tongue replacing it and guzzling up your sweet juices.

“You taste amazing baby.” He looks up to your face when you don’t respond, chuckling as he finds you fast asleep.

He redresses you then tucks you in, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before heading downstairs to get back to work.

~

“Alright dear. James is gonna be working upstairs to fix that leaky faucet. Your father and I should be home around midnight. If anything happens, call us.” She kisses your forehead then promptly leaves, your father following after her.

As soon as they’re gone you grab your hairbrush and push your panties aside, desperate to feel it stretching your walls.

You fuck yourself on your brush, moaning at the intense feeling of your impending orgasm.

“Stop.” Your hand freezes and you look up at James.

“Take your panties off then come sit on my lap.” He’s seated on your bed, his hand down his pants.

You rid yourself of your soaked panties then hurry to sit on his lap, eager for him to give you another orgasm.

“Today I’m gonna put my cock in you. And you’re gonna take it all like a good girl, right?” You nod and glance down, your eyes widening as you see his long thick cock.

“I don’t think it’s gonna fit, daddy.” He chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth. “I’ll make it fit.” He helps you onto your knees and lines his hard cock at your entrance, guiding your hips down.

When the tip nudges inside of you you cry out, the heat of it and the stretch feeling like something out of a fairytale.

He helps you down more and more, ignoring the way you cry out in pain, until his hips are flush with the underside of your thighs.

“So good, baby. So good for me.” He brushes your hair out of your face and you whimper, eyes shut tightly.

“Whenever you want it to feel good, start moving.” His voice is strained and tight, the feel of your tight wet walls hugging his cock almost too much.

You stay still for a while, letting your walls adjust to the intrusion. When you’re ready for more you look up at him with need written all over your face.

“Ride Daddy like he’s a horsey, okay? Just like we’re playing horsey.” You nod and slowly start rocking your hips, high-pitched moans bouncing off the walls of your room. You ride him slowly, not exactly sure what you’re doing, and he gets tired of that quickly.

He flips you onto your back and hammers into you, watching your mouth drop open and eyes roll back.

“Oh goodness!” He chuckles and fucks into you with no remorse, pounding into your poor pussy as hard as he can.

Your legs are wrapped tight around his body as a powerful orgasm surges through your veins, the smell of sex and sweat overpowering your lilac candle.

“Daddy! Daddy, please! I want one! Please!” He chuckles, the sound almost lost between the panting of the two of you and the squelching noises of your soaked pussy devouring his thick cock.

One of his hands snakes down to where your bodies are connected and he rubs on your clit, cursing as your walls flutter around him.

“I... Oh Daddy it’s coming!!” He rubs harder and your pussy squeezes his cock as you let out a scream, the orgasm almost knocking you out.

He tries to thrust but he basically can’t move with the way your cunt is squeezing him. You’re so tight it almost hurts.

Then your walls start pulsing and he can’t hold on. He cums inside of you, thick ropes of white painting your cervix and coating your walls.

The two of you pant on your bed, his face pressed against your breasts while your legs lie limply at your sides.

“Daddy?” you whisper, tugging gently on his hair so he looks up at you.

“Yes, Princess?” You bite your lip then clench your cunt around him, making him moan.

“I want another one.”

~

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[bangtanbombimagines]

89 with Taehyung please

Lessons in Love (Taehyung x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Are you hitting on me?”Summary: Taehyung flirts like a 12-year-old, but you’re able to figure everything out anyways.Word count: 1.5k words

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you frowned, looking at your friend, Yuna, who had dragged you to her mathematics study group. “You know I’m terrible at math.”

“So this is a chance to learn!” Yuna answered with a smile. “We’ll help you study, it’s not a problem.”

“You and your friends are so smart,” you whined as Yuna dragged you through the library towards the private rooms. “I’ll look so dumb in comparison.”

“Trust me, they’re not like that!” Yuna comforted, finally stopping in front of a closed door. It led to the room her study group booked every Wednesday. “Besides, you’re like the English god, so if anyone needs help with that you can pay back the favour.”

“If you’re sure,” you conceded, albeit hesitantly. Yuna nodded enthusiastically and turned the knob, swinging the door open to reveal the small room behind.

There was a single table surrounded by three other students. One girl, who you vaguely recognized, was sitting closest to the door. The head of the table was a boy named Namjoon, the certified genius on campus. Beside him was another boy, but this one you didn’t recognize.

He had messy brown hair and tanned skin. His lips were a little pouty, and his nose was strong. When your gaze traveled up, you saw that his dark, long eyes were ringed by thick eyelashes. He was also staring right back at you.

Blushing, you quickly averted your gaze and turned uncomfortably to Yuna.

“Hey guys!” she chirped. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s in the other class, so that’s probably why you don’t recognize her.”

“Just to preface this, I’m pretty shit at math,” you said, wanting to address your discomfort immediately. “I know you guys are all really smart but I don’t want you to think I’m, like, taking advantage of you. If you need help in literally any other subject, I’m here.”

“Nah, no worries,” Namjoon responded with an easy smile. “We’re not math elitists or some shit. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“I’m Jisoo,” the girl added dully, briefly glancing up from her laptop in front of her. You smiled, but Jisoo turned back to her screen too quickly to catch it.

You turned to the handsome boy beside Namjoon, waiting for him to introduce himself. He blinked owlishly at you for a moment, his face expressionless. Slowly, his eyes met yours and his mouth began to open.

“Your shirt looks weird,” he said. You looked down at your t-shirt, which had a print of an old anime series you used to watch.

“I, uh–you–okay?” you spluttered, confused by the boy’s comment.

“What the hell, Tae?” Namjoon asked, bewildered. He turned to his friend, his eyes narrowed. “I thought you liked–ow!”

The boy turned to glare at his friend, and when you looked back at Yuna in confusion, she just rolled her eyes at you.

“Just ignore Taehyung,” Yuna snorted, grabbing your arm and leading you to the table. She pulled you down into the seat beside hers and turned to address the group. “So! Let’s start reviewing for the quiz next week.”

You glanced at the clock beside your computer. It read 3:04 AM. Groaning, you looked at the stacks of sheets in front of you, and then at the textbook filled with highlighted text and sticky notes. But for the hours you had spent studying, you learned next to nothing.

In a moment of desperation, you logged into Facebook and open your study group chat, which you had been added to after your first sit-in.

Y/N 3:06 AM

SOS!!! Is anyone online!!!

Tae Tae 3:10 AM

ya sup

Y/N 3:11 AM

I don’t understand anything??? Pls help

Immediately after you hit “enter,” Taehyung viewed the message. But no response came, and the typing bubble didn’t appear either. You broke out into a nervous sweat, overwhelmed by the fast approaching quiz and your lack of understanding of math in general.

Then, a message notification popped up onto your screen. Taehyung had messaged you separately from the group chat.

Taehyung 3:14 AM

lets just dm. dont wanna annoy the others

Y/N 3:14 AM

Ok

Taehyung 3:15 AM

so what don’t u understand?

Y/N 3:16 AM

Everything!!!! All the stuff we went over last meeting has completely left my brain.

Taehyung 3:17 AM

ok prepare urself this is gonna be a long lesson

So, for the next hour, Taehyung did his best to explain the different concepts and methods to you, while you scribbled notes furiously on your worn notebook. By the time he had went through all the material, your hand was throbbing and it was well past 4AM.

Y/N 4:37 AM

Thank you sooooooo much Taehyung! I owe you my life

Taehyung 4:38 AM

no thnx

Y/N 4:39 AM

Ok, rude. But seriously, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise

Taehyung 4:39 AM

no probs. but u owe me now so don’t forget

Y/N 4:40 AM

I won’t!!!!! You’re the best!

Taehyung changed your nickname to “idiot.”

The day of the quiz came quickly, but when you sat down at your desk, you felt more relaxed than in any other math class. This time, you were actually prepared and confident in your abilities. So when the quiz arrived, you whizzed through every page.

Everything Taehyung had explained to you was on the quiz. You were sure that if you found the quiz easy, Taehyung could probably do it in his sleep. Even though you thought he was a bit annoying, he still had saved your ass.

When the test period finally finished, you grabbed all your belongings and darted from the testing centre. You spotted one of your friends, Jungkook, dashing towards the exit as well.

“Hey, Jungkook!” you called. He turned around, and once he spotted you, he smiled and waited for you to catch up. “How was the quiz?”

“You know I’m the fucking worst at math,” Jungkook scowled, crossing his arms as you walked together. “Fuck, why is this a mandatory course. I’m in liberal arts for a reason.”

“Tell me about it,” you replied, laughing humourlessly. “Luckily, this time I had help. The quiz wasn’t so–”

“Y/N!” someone yelled suddenly, their deep voice booming throughout the hall. Startled, you glanced up, spotting Taehyung a few meters away from you. He hurried over, nearly tripping over himself in the process. “How’d the quiz go?”

“Really well, actually,” you replied. “Everything you explained to me was on it, so I could answer all the questions.”

“No way,” Jungkook snorted. “Y/N, good at math? That’s fucking new.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung growled, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook. “Watch yourself, you prick. Y/N isn’t stupid.”

“Woah, chill man,” Jungkook replied, putting his hands up in surrender. “I was making a joke. Calm yourself.”

“Let’s all just relax a little bit!” you exclaimed tightly, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away from a very volatile Jungkook. He put up little resistance, letting himself be led around the building. When you reached an emptier hallway, you stopped and look back at Taehyung. “What was that all about?”

“He was implying you were stupid,” Taehyung mumbled, his eyes downcast. “And you tried really hard to study for this quiz.”

“You probably tried harder than me, if I’m being honest,” you said. “Plus, you call me stupid all the time. Are you the only one who can say that?”

“No,” he muttered, still unable to meet your eyes. He said something, but he was speaking too quietly for you to understand.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said,” Taehyung began, clearing his throat awkwardly, “your hair looks bad.”

Reflexively, you reached for your long hair. You had slept with it in a bun last night, so your hair fell in loose waves. Objectively, you knew it looked pretty nice. You looked at Taehyung, confused, but when you saw his expression, suddenly everything clicked.

His cheeks were dusted in pink, and his eyes were darting around everywhere but your face.

“Are you–are you hitting on me?” you asked slowly. Taehyung’s cheeks darkened into a deeper red, and he bit his lip. “Oh my god, seriously? Are you twelve or something?”

“What!?” Taehyung whined. “You’re cute and it’s intimidating! What else can I do?”

“Ask me for my number or something?” you suggested, trying to hold back laughter. “Like a normal person our age?”

“Well, if that’s the case,” Taehyung said, finally lifting his gaze to your face as he scratched his nape awkwardly, “can I cash in my favour for your number?”

“I think I can do that,” you smiled, reaching for Taehyung’s phone once he fished it out of his pocket. “I might even say yes to a date, too.”

RECEIVED 4:07 PM

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