anonymous asked:

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

Originally posted by helendrv

“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


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.”


hey dumbo

- Girl in Luv

Wow I’m done and it’s 3AM. Nice. This is unedited, so I’ll go back and make corrections later. Hope you all checked out our masterlist! Happy 3k woot woot! Thanks for everyone who’s stuck with us. We’re so glad you guys are enjoying our imagines. Happy reading


“–And I just don’t understand.. how someone could just show up to your house and act like nothing happened.. you know?”

“Yeah I guess..”

“Hey Diane Sawyer he fucking heard you like the first fifteen times. We all heard you. Let it go.”

“Yeah and you’re also the one who gave him my address..”

“–So fucking go back to him then and stop bitching about it.. you’re blowing my high.”

“You know.. you don’t have to be such a dick..”

“Yeah well get use to it.”

Gosh Darn It

Originally posted by nestorquik

Request: Sorry for requesting for the second time in the past 24 hours but I just had another idea 😂 so basically I’m Christian, and I’m really uncomfortable when people say godd*mn like I’m cool with any other swear word just not that one😂 so could you do an ethan one where in different scenarios christian!reader yells at her boyfriend ethan or his friends when they say that and it’s just really funny and cute? Thank you so much!!!

Summary: Boyfriend Ethan curses and Fem!Reader gets annoyed ft dumb!Mark and ADORABLEANDPERFECT!Amy

A/N: hey there my dudes this is super adorable and it took me much longer than it should’ve bc it was too frickin cute lol. Hope you all enjoy! There is a bit fo swearing in this one, but it’s just the same phrase over and over again so yeah. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 601, lil drabble yay

Request some more friendos I’m almost done with my current batch of fics!

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Street Brat: Chapter 77 |Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“I think Amya is interested in me,” Eren speculated later as he crawled into their tent. The older man gave an unimpressed snort.

“You just noticed?”


“Why is she even here?”


“Herrrr. Benny is so stupid, it’s all going to just blow up in his face.”

“Sounds like you’re making it personal. What she do to you?”

“Nothing.. but she’s crazy, like psycho crazy.”

“And that’s coming from someone who drinks blood and dies every other month.. right.”

“Umm.. I’m normal ok?”

“Sure.. keep telling yourself that.“

“Don’t be annoying..”

                           KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 2

“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: Let me just say how fucking amazed I am that so many of you enjoyed/loved part one of soul mate! I honestly did not expect that many of you to, let alone, want another part/mini series! Thank you so much for the support (?) and I truly hope you enjoy this part. I thought to make things a bit slow here since I may just make this into a mini series kind of fic! Let me know what you think! BTW, the temperature is considered to be in fahrenheit (sorry if you use celsius!) [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.4K+

Warning: Cursing…that’s about it? Kylo nearly punches a whole in a table, but I think we’re good.


“You are mine.” His last words plagued your thoughts, echoing throughout your mind and sending shivers down your spine. “You are mine.” The force he had put on the word ‘mine’ terrified you, as if you had been some sort of…object? As if you were something that he could keep on display in his room for the galaxy–or just him–to see. “Mine.” You gulped at the way the word rolled off of his tongue, the amount of possession being enforced. Those three words haunted you, your heart now in your throat as the amount of pressure from its pounding vibrated through your ears. I am no ones, but my own.

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New Recruits

Originally posted by 3e3e

Summary: Set in Season 5 of Arrow. The old team has gone their separate ways except for Felicity. She knows that Oliver needs help in keeping Star City safe, the only problem is Oliver. Will a new recruit help Oliver begin to heal or will Oliver’s stubbornness sabotage his efforts to save his city.

Pairing/Characters: Oliver Queen x Reader, Felicity Smoak, Curtis Holt

Word Count: 1246

Warnings: some bad language, violence

Author: Amy

A/N: This is my first Arrow one shot, if enough people are interested, I would love to do another part! Please be gentle :)

Felicity studied the information on the screens in front of her, out of all the ‘vigilantes’ that had popped up in Star City over the last year, the two displayed showed the most promise. Y/F/N Y/L/N, life long resident of The Glades, a girl whose mother worked two jobs to keep her kids fed and a roof over their heads after the father had been killed in a robbery gone wrong. Y/N had excelled in school, getting into med school with a scholarship.  She dropped out when she discovered her family had died in the quake, returning to her roots. Felicity shook her head sadly, instead of lashing out against the Queen family though, she took to the streets to defend those weaker than the thugs who tried to take over.

“Curtis, what do you think you are doing?” Felicity chuckled at the sight of her former R & D developer attempting the salmon ladder that Oliver set up for training.

“This can’t be that hard, I’m an engineer, a bio-chemist and not to brag but I’m a genius,” Curtis replied. He placed the metal bar on one of the rungs above his head. He gripped the bar tightly, swinging his body once, twice, then suddenly he jerked the bar up bending his elbows he reached with the bar to place it on the next rung up. He swayed there for a second, before he attempted to go higher, missing the next set and landing on his back on the concrete floor.

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🕊 A M Y A 🕊

“Amya is the best person ever. She’s very giving always trying to give people what they want. She’s smart and athletic and she’s known for her eyes and goofy-ness. She’s fun to be around and makes a great friend or girlfriend. Amya’s are not very common, which makes them all the more special.”

requested by anon, thank you 💛

Soul Mate 29

“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.”

A/N: *Takes in a deep breath* we officially have one more chapter left in the Soul Mate series and idk if I should be salty that it’s ending or thankful for how successful it’s become. Anyways, here’s some lovely fluff and angst for your hungry souls. Sorry it took so long, as I said, I had some personal matters to tend to these past five days. Hope you all are well, enjoy the new part! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 3.6K+

Warning: Angst + Fluff + Heartbreak all at once.


The world around Kylo felt different, it–himself and the atmosphere around him–felt rather…peaceful. He knew it could be coming from so many factors, one of the main ones being oncoming death. For once, he hadn’t feared death, he actually welcomed it. Anything to be with you again. But then there was this side of him, a side of him that grew out of nowhere, that pleaded him to fight on and learn from his mistakes. A part of him wanted to be alive, to live on and fight those demons and become victorious–his prize being ultimate freedom. Maybe not a full disconnection from the dark side, but a balance that kept him…well, balanced. Maybe the balance would lead him to a different life, one where he wasn’t good nor bad. Possibly the rare kind–a Gray Jedi.

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forgottenxglow  asked:

back when romeo made those robotic copies of you and your friends, how did he capture you and amya when you were playing Frisbee?

Greg: My mother was sick worried the next day. She is still convinced that a stranger took me away and that I’m not telling her who it is because they threatened me, so she is more careful than ever. (Though I skip her sight every night that a villain appears)

Had Enough

Request: Anonymous. Hey could y'all write something based on the song Face Down with dean? If you don’t like writing about that kind of stuff, it’s okay. :) thanks either way!

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count: 1481

Warning: Mentions of mental abuse and physical abuse, language

Author: Brit and Amy

A/N: I want to apologize for how long this took, I was having a hard time with it, and Brit-Chuck love her, she helped with this! 

Growing up, it had always been you and Dean Winchester. He was your best friend when you were kids, and as you got older it turned to something more at least on your part. There was no way that he would ever see you in that way. Watching him pick women up in bars had always been hard, so when you met Sean one night it seemed like your prayers were answered.

At first he was everything you wanted in a man- good looking, funny, attentive, made you feel like you were the only one in his world. That feeling didn’t last long, never does with guys like Sean. While everyone else saw the great guy, the one everyone wanted to hang out with, there was another side that didn’t come out unless you were alone together or he thought no one else might hear him.

The first time it was harsh words- “Stupid bitch” being muttered when you didn’t get beer quick enough for everyone. Dean heard it, though. One of the perks of being a hunter was excellent hearing. Sean was quick enough to laugh it off though, “Just messing around baby, c’mere,” he flashed Dean an innocent smile. Dean forced one back, the words stuck in his mind.

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