#I'm free all weekend too so I'm sure I'll be around :^D

[yaroudomos]

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[fastandcarlos]

Living With The LeClercs » Charles LeClerc

Summary: take a peek into the life of the leclerc family and see what they get up to

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charles_leclerc: off season complete ✅ batteries are recharged after yet another amazing holiday with the fam

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to having you back with us next week charles 🏎️

landonorris: i refuse to accept that y/d/n is yours, she's too beautiful to have your genes

ynusername: @/landonorris she just takes after her mother instead 😇

username1: nooooo, f1 season means we get less dad pics from you charles

username2: i don't ever want the dad charles era to end 😭

ynusername: thank you for the best three months, i couldn't wish for a better dad to our little humans 💕

schecoperez: you're putting me to shame with all these adorable snaps, i better start uploading too

lance_stroll: calling dibs on being first to offer babysitting during the season btw

danielricciado: @/lance_stroll you take one i'll take the other, mini charles' are a lot to handle

lance_stroll: @/danielricciardo you've got yourself a deal

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charles_leclerc: race day is always better with these two babies causing chaos 🥰

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carlossainz55: as cute as your children are, can you hurry up and stop uploading to instagram...some of us have got meetings

username3: y/s/n is hands down the coolest kid at the paddock this weekend

username4: why do i get the impresson project leclerc jr is well underway with y/d/n 🤔

oscarpiastri: STOP SHOWING OFF HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR FAMILY ARE 😡

maxverstappen1: maybe y/s/n will have a better chance of beating me to the top of the podium than you

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 one day...he's got his eyes on you! apparently you're his favourite driver

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc tell him that he's got excellent taste

ynusername: not you promoting letting toddlers get behind the wheel of high speed cars 🙄

danielricciardo: if you're looking for a coach, you know who to ask

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciado you think i'm not capable of coaching my son

danielricciardo: @/charles_leclerc sure...but if you want him to learn from a proper driver, just gimme a call 😂

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ynusername: following this man around all day, trying to keep the kids from hugging daddy is a hard day’s work (see second pic for proof 😂)

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landonorris: if charles isn't interested, tell the kids that uncle lando will always be ready for a cuddle

iamrebeccad: i've never done so many steps before, who knew chasing after 3 year olds was such hard work 💫

ynusername: @/iamrebeccad i did try to warn you!! you should've listened

pierregasly: he's just tryna play it cool y/n, he isn't as cool as he used to be

username5: imagine being lucky enough to walk around the paddock and just see y/s/n and y/d/n everywhere

kevinmagnussen: tell them to have a sniff of charles after being in a race car for 2 hours y/n...that will soon be enough to put them off 💩

lilymhe: i want them to chase me and give me all the cuddles in the world

username6: you just know in any free moment charles is secretly looking around wanting his kids back beside him

username7: everyone say thank you to y/n for yet another round of hot dad charles pics 🙏🏻

oscarpiastri: why can't you hug me as lovingly as you hug your son? you're supposed to me my dad too

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri "adopted"

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc IT ALL STILL COUNTS

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charles_leclerc: like father like son…the leclerc smile is deadly

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username8: officially the cutest photographs to ever be uploaded to the internet 🥺

username9: excuse me charles leclerc you cannot just spring photos like this on us without warning

oscarpiastri: i smile like this too...family?? 🥰

maxverstappen1: if i had to pick y/s/n definitely looks cuter

username10: i was not emotionally ready for this adorableness 💔

carlossainz55: deadly?? you look like the squishiest marshmallow

username11: @/carlossainz55 i think you've been spending too much time on the internet 😬

ynusername: my two favourite boys, how did I ever get so lucky?

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername there's no way you're the lucky one, that title belongs to me mi amor

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charles_leclerc: I’ve been posting a lot about my human kids recently, so here’s a shoutout to my other child so he doesn’t feel left out

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oscarpiastri: damn i almost thought that this post was gonna be about me

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri i swear one more comment and i will block you, son or not

landonorris: how dare you mistreat leo like this

username12: @/landonorris #justice4leo

username13: charles leclerc...father of 3

ynusername: leo could never be forgotton, he's our favourite four legged child

alex_albon: @/ynusername also your only four legged child 🤔

estebanocon: cute kids, cute dog...how do you do it leclerc??

yukitsunoda0511: asking for a friend...do your kids also poo in the middle of the paddock or just your dog

username14: @/yukitsunoda0511 YUKI not you stitching charles up like this! 😂😂

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charles_leclerc: my favourite things to do, being a dad with a bit of gaming too 🥺💕

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ynusername: where does being a husband rank in all of them??

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername you’re still my number one 😍

username15: if charles won't appreciate you come and marry me instead

maxverstappen1: so bad at fifa you've resorted to table football i see 🫢

carlossainz55: don't worry charlie, i'll beat you at that kinda football too

username16: not you forgetting the woman that gave you those two adorable humans charles 🤦🏻‍♀️

username17: public apology incoming

danielricciardo: and you just happened to be playing table football with your top off did you? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo it was all just coincidence...promise

georgerussell63: charles leclerc giving the fan girls what they want since 2018

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charles_leclerc: appreciation for the wife so she doesn’t get jealous 😂 I love you honey, thank you for our perfect family ✨🔥

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carlossainz55: if you heard him gush about you as much as i do y/n you'd know there is never anything to be jealous of

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 what sorta thing does he say?? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 do not throw me under the bus like this!!

landonorris: one of you looks perfect, the other looks like he needs a haircut and to sort his beard out

username18: i hope you know how lucky you are charles

username19: how does y/n manage to look that good running around after y/s/n, y/d/n and charles all day???

logansargeant: can you stop making all us single people feel even more single pls 😭

schecoperez: the second best family in formula one

danielricciardo: @/schecoperez SAVAGE! 💪🏻

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charles_leclerc: just a post to remind you all I can do both…no dad bod around here 🫢

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username20: DADDY!? 💦

landonorris: how many takes did it take you to get that shot in the gym?

carlossainz55: @/landonorris i was there...for several hours

username21: soft dad charles will always be my fave

ynusername: is there anything that you can't do? you take my breath away charles leclerc 💫💕

oscarpiastri: one day i hope to be as strong as you are...dad

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri BLOCKED

alex_albon: i don't know who looks more tired, you or y/d/n

charles_leclerc: @/alex_albon me, definitely me, but i wouldn't change it for the world

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[20nugs]

hi love !! idk if ur taking requests rn but would u be open to writing a chris x reader imagine ?? my idea is that he sees her walk past when she's with her friends and he's with his brothers, but runs back to talk to her / get her number. i hope ur doing good !! <3

Unknown Number (Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: request

a/n: HEY I am SO so sorry for having you wait for this for 6 million years😭 highschool is so heavy and I'm so busy on the weekends that i hardly have time to do this! BUT i hope you like this, this was really fun to write since it's in Chris's pov so anywho enjoy !!

warnings: cussing 😍

Chris's POV

I smile as little kids run past, blowing bubbles and holding cotton candy. Bright colorful lights flash around my brothers and I in the dark of the night at the carnival.

Nick, Matt, and I haven't been to a carnival in so long, and it was open tonight for only a few tickets per ride.

"We should go on the zipper," Matt suggests, pointing up at the tall coaster.

"Uh, sure," I say, scratching my neck with a nervous laugh, never having trusted the quickly put together carnival rides.

We all go to stand in the line, and I look around, a little bored of the long line. I glance over at a crowd of girls, and that's when I see her.

The neon pink lights shine on her hair, lighting it up beautifully. Her features are so perfectly proportioned. My breath is practically torn from my lungs at the sight if her, and I know I need to meet her.

I begin walking towards her without warning, almost in a daze. All of a sudden, I get yanked back by the hood of my sweatshirt. "Where the fuck are you going?" Matt asks me, turning me towards him.

"Get off of me dude," I say, shrugging out of his grip. I frantically turn back, searching for the girl in the crowd. "What the fuck," I groan, catching no sight of her. I whirl around, my eyes straining to find her.

"What the hell?" Matt says, lifting an eyebrow. "What's gotten into you?"

I ignore him as I head back into the crowd, searching for the girl that caught my eye. I turn a few corners, and finally see her again. She's facing away from me, looking up at the huge ferris wheel.

I feel a sudden spike of nervousness at the thought of approaching her, then remember that if I don't ask for her number now, I'll never see her again.

I walk up to her.

I stand behind her for a few moments, then realize that I look like a fucking creep. Deciding that having her weirded out by me is worse than being turned down, I gently tap her arm once.

"Hey- uh, I mean, excuse me," I say, sheepishly smiling. The girl turns, still smiling. I notice her pupils dilate when she looks at me, making my breath hitch as butterflies swarm my stomach. I realize I've been staring for a moment, and snap out of my daze. "Um, I noticed you from far away, and uh, I was wondering if maybe I could have your number?" I ask nervously.

She grins, and I almost fall to my knees. "Oh, I saw you earlier too! I was hoping you'd ask," she says as she gets out her phone. "What's your name?"

"Um, Chris," I reply, smiling. "What's yours?"

"Y/n," she answers.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl," I say without even fucking thinking. Why am I so fucking corny? I curse myself. To my relief, she laughs, and gets out her phone.

"Here, type in your number, Chris." My hands shake as I type in my phone number. I hand her back her phone, and she types for a few moments before I feel a buzz in my pocket. I open my phone and see a notification from an unsaved number, reading: 'Hey Chris!'.

I look back to her and smile. "D-Do you want to go on a date?" I ask stupidly. "I mean, sometime this week? Are you free on Friday?"

She nods. "Yeah, I'm free. Is five in the evening good for you? You can pick the place."

I swallow thickly. "Yeah, I'll pick you up then." I gaze at her for a moment before her friends call her name. She turns to look at them, then turns back to me.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" She says with a kind grin.

"Yeah," I say, and she walks back to her friends. I stand there for a moment before heading back to where I left Matt and Nick.

I find the Zipper to see them getting off of the ride. "Hey, where the hell did you go?" Nick asks.

"And what's got you cheesin' so hard?" Matt asks, laughing. I didn't even realize I was grinning until now.

"Shut the fuck up," I say, rolling my eyes.

"That's a lot of attitude coming from someone who's face looks like a tomato right now. Seriously, what happened while we were on the ride?" Nick says, laughing as well.

"I'll tell you later," I say, pulling out my phone after I feel it buzz. My screen is lit up with a text message.

Unknown Number

I can't wait to see you on Friday!

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a/n: did I eated😍

[itsscromp]

Games night

Hey Hey !!!! :D, so me and bestie @callofdudes came up with this fantastic idea that was based on my headcanon of Gaz, He is definitely the best dungeon's and dragons player of the group, plus he's also underrated and underappreciated. But let's dive in shall we ??. Word count:1.5k

Gaz has always been into dungeons and dragons, ever since high school. Always playing it every weekend with his mates to see where the story goes and what mischief they can cause too. But when he joined the military he got so busy that he couldn't find the time and play a game like the good old days. Plus even trying to get the others to try and play was hard enough, Price wasn't entirely into it, Ghost was too busy and Johnny only joined to cause chaos upon chaos. But there was one person he hadn't asked. You.

"There's no harm in trying Kyle." He said to himself as he made his way to your office, you were just finalizing the paperwork you were tasked to complete.

"Y/n, can I come in ??" He knocked.

"Hey Gaz, what's up ??"

"Hey I was just wondering, the guys are busy at the moment. If you're interested, you know how to play dungeons and dragons ??"

"Oh... I don't think so. But I've always wanted to" You smiled at the offer.

"You want to play ??" His eyes lit up at that, his bestie wants to learn dnd ?? cue internal excited screaming noises.

"If you can teach me"

"It doesn't have to be anything super serious, just easy fun so you can learn." He smiled "I can teach you."

"Then let's do it, just let me file these and we'll get started."

"Alright, I'll get everything set up in the meantime."

After filing the paperwork, you headed to the barracks and found Gaz's room, he had set everything up on the floor. Dice, figurines, campaign books, character sheets etc.

"Alright, so I have a couple character sheets already made if you want to use them just to learn. Or we could help make your own, which can take some time"

"Ok, I'll just use a pre-built in the meantime and we'll make a character after." You looked through the character sheets and eye's an interesting one. A wizard ork.

"I think I'll go with this character for now" You sat down ready to start.

"Alright, so I'll give you a rundown of how it all works."

You paid attention throughout, getting a good idea of how the game works and how the characters work.

"Ok I think I've got it" You smiled

"Great !!, shall we begin ??" You never seen him this enthusiatic.

"Let's do it."

So with that, the two began your campaign, You started out in a field of meadows, with no recollection of how you got there, You even pulled off some voices.

"Who are you ??"

"I know who I am, who are you ??"

"I'm *DND character*, nice to meet you I guess ??"

Throughout the campaign, you were invested in the many twists and turns of the story, A kidnapping by a troll. The town is in shambles, with corruption on many corners. It was an absolute blast. Gaz always knows how to spice it up every time, That's why he's usually dungeon master most of the time.

"Ok I will shoot an arrow into the ork's head"

He rolled the dice and read the numbers.

"Alright... good shot, you get it right in the forehead, and you are free from danger. For now"

At this point, you were dungeon crawling and then came across treasure. Unlike most people when they see treasure, you played it smart.

"Hmm I don't know if I should take it, it could be a trap."

"Maybe you could look around and inspect it first. Just to be sure ??"

"Ok then, I look around to see if there's any traps"

Gaz hummed and rolled the dice again.

"There doesn't look to be any traps set up around the treasure, Looks like the trolls were a little too cocky this time"

"Ok then I shall take some treasue"

But like any dungeon master, they always know how to add an amazing plot twist that you would never see coming, dun dun dun !!!!.

"But something shifts behind the treasure. Looks like the trolls weren't cocky after all. They've got a giant camouflaged friend to guard their treasure." A mother fucking dragon !!!!

"Oh shit I uh, I try and tame the dragon"

"Failed. The dragon is far from friendly and protective of its treasure. It roars loudly at you, shaking the earth below, about to strike" He even did a dragon roar to add spice to it.

You knew that to get that treasure you would have to fight it, shooting arrow after arrow, even picking up a fallen soldier's sword and swinging it at the dragon, and when at the perfect moment.

"I then cast a spell on the dragon, Shattering it to nothing but bones and dust."

He rolled the dice and hummed.

"Your magic is strong, and the dragon is defeated. You live to see another day."

"Woohoo !!!"

You spent almost four hours playing the game, not bothering about the time passing or how the room got darker from the sunset, this was just too much fun. you were so invested in the story. You went so long playing that the others were wondering where the hell were you two, Reaching the barracks, they heard your voices and opened the door, seeing you two heavily invested. Johnny smiled and barged into the game, he sure as hell was joining in whether you two liked it or not.

Wha, oh hey johnny" you laughed

"Y/n is in awe as orc warrior Brock jumps, and smashes his head through a market cart as a greeting."

"Oh come on mate you cant do that" Gaz sighed

"It won't count once you reverse time. Right ??"

Sure.."

"How's the game going cave bats ??" Price smiled

"We're doing so good, I slayed a dragon !!" You said utmost proudly

"A dragon eh ??, Look at you go" Simon smirked under his mask.

"Thank you" *proud y/n noises*

Even then you continued the campaign, seeing what twists and turns you could find. Now with Brock in tow too.

"Ok... I go to the barkeep to ask for information about the latest disappearances in the village."

"The barkeep his hesitant to give you the said information."

As you thought of what to say next, along came Brock

"Brock shows off his giant muscles to the barkeep and impresses him into talking with his warrior prowess"

And it worked, with a click of his tongue. Gaz continued.

"The barkeep agrees to give you the information, satisfied with your warrior abilities."

"Good job brock"

The campaign continued leading into a dramatic and epic climax, when you and Brock were fighting this giant troll, the one responsible for the disappearances of the villagers.

"Brock takes the broken end of his blade and hacks some swings at the troll !!"

With another roll of the dice.

"It's effective, it wounds the troll but leaves your hand damaged, leaving you unable to do much more"

You thought of the next move

"Ok then *DND character* casts a healing spell that heals Brock's wounds"

Another roll

"Affective, It heals Brock's hand and he'll be able to fight again"

"But my sword is broke, what do I fight with ??"

"That's not my problem"

As Johnny thought of the next move he could do, you then stepped in with an idea already in mind, It's risky but it could work.

"I then cast another spell on the troll, but its one that I have not mastered properly yet."

Gaz was hesitant, but nether the less he then rolled the dice once again.

"Hmm, the spell if half effective and ends up taking a small tone of your stamina"

"Damn it"

The troll was gaining ground and the upper hand once again, one of you needs to make a move and end it once and for all.

"Brock looks around to try and find something to fight the troll with."

A small silence and then Gaz smiled.

"Looking around, he finds a loose tree stuck under a boulder right over the troll"

You then perked up and joined in

"I then cast a spell that fuses the boulder and the branch, giving brock a weapon to fight the troll with."

"Great thinking y/n" Gaz smiled

"Brock then uses this new weapon to then finish off the troll once and for all, hitting him right in the head."

Hopefully one last dice roll

"Effective, the troll has officially been downed and the town is now safe once again."

"Woohoo !!!"

"We did it !!!"

"Congratulations you two" Gaz smiled once again.

Johnny raised his hands to the both of you and you eagerly high five him.

"We then both return to the town were they sing and praise our heroics"

The town is thankful for your help and you two are commemorated for your actions !!"

And with that, the campaign came to an end, you had such a blast for your first time playing Dungeons and Dragons, Gaz could not be happier than he is now, He had someone to play this amazing game that he holds so dear. You made it a ritual that every weekend to play the game again seeing what new adventures you'll all get up too.

Taglist @callofdudes

[cheesus-doodles]

Hello again! How are you? I'm the anonymous person who previously asked about the "boss". When reading your response about her personality in the "red dragonflies au", I realized it was me who had asked the same question back in 2022, recognized by the heart character I usually use haha, I didn't even remember that.

To be more recognizable, I'll use a more specific emoji this time.

This isn't a writing request, but I'd like to know about your creative process when writing. Usually, I focus more on my ideas after having a cup of coffee and meditating with white noise. My mind organizes better, and I avoid making too many mistakes.

I can say that your profile is one of my havens in the tokyo revengers community. Your writing and character inspired me to pick up an old project I started weeks after reading a few chapters of the manga, back when my only concerns were school exams, haha.

— 🥀.

was thinking between posting this now and next week, but I suppose it doesn't quite make a difference! will be back working on some longer fics but i'll make sure there's no drought next week

Masterlist

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Hello again 🥀 anon! well I have to say its great to see you around, and to have a recognisable emoji! :D I'm super thankful that you decided to stick around here all this time, best of luck with that project (and if you don't mind, I would love to see it whenever you're done!)

Ahh I do kinda miss school a little - the transition to work life is still pretty jarring ngl ;-; I still hate it time to time but what can we do amrite HAHAHAHA

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In terms of my creative process, I had a think about it because I was originally going to say that I didn't have any fixed process, but then I realised that the one constant time that I would get some writing done would be usually late nights/early mornings right before bed time. Mostly because I work full time and there are chores and stuff to do around the house after work, but also because I've always been a night owl and I find writing a good way to burn off whatever energy I have left before bedtime. Plus usually I get a bit more loose and fluid when I'm tired (its pretty strange ngl - the logic is just too strong for yanderes to make sense when I'm fully awake).

I also love to watch/listen to news updates/documentaries/financial stuff while I write? Or if I'm overstimulated I listen to music! I did try watching some cafe asmr while writing previously but I get too distracted watching the video to write so that didn't work out HAHAHAHA

But writing when I'm tired generally has an adverse effect on the sentence structure/grammar/generally story flow, so I will use my awake brain to string together what my tired brain wrote the previous night. From time to time at least, other times I'm just too impatient and just fuck it and post it.

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Inspiration also tends to hit me here and there, so I will occasionally write down ideas and sentences at work if I have free time, or while I'm out and about on weekends - just pop open Tumblr/Google Docs and jot it down before I forget! Might be that I was mulling over the prompt/idea and I see/hear/think something that hits just right!

Yea but that's how I usually go about it! As chaotic as it sounds ngl, but it works I suppose :))

Would love to hear more about your idea flow/creative process if you would like to share! Like where you get your ideas and inspiration, character personalities, or anything else you want to talk about :)

[soloshikigami]

Smol vent

Sorry, it's been a weekend, and then some, and it continues...

Already this has been a bit of a weekend, so much so that I forget what I did Saturday. I think I did quite a bit of work, but then spent too late in the evening with some friends, as one of them needed a bed frame built. It honestly wasn't going to happen that evening, so we left it for Sunday. We moved a lot of stuff around, built the frame, got my friend's bed set up, and then went to D&D. I forget what happened overnight, I think I mostly milled about my room (which I felt like I was really close to being like, done and organized with and now it's a worse wreck than it was before), and tried to get to sleep early and failed.

Today I babysat my friend because she had surgery and couldn't be alone. I attempted power washing her house and failed because the wand is broken and I'll need to figure out how to fix it. When our other friend was able to come over, I left for home only to be greeted with a family problem which took up my entire evening, which I meant to use preparing for the 4th of July party I have going tomorrow, which means I have to cram all the prep into tomorrow and frankly I'm pissed, especially because now it's 12:30am and I don't know if I'll be able to fall asleep >.< And I don't want to chance taking a sleeping pill because I have no idea how it will affect me.

Some days I seriously hate my life.

And then I have to deal with this party (why did I do this, why didn't I just set up a bitch n stitch or something?), deal with fireworks, and then be somewhat on call for the next 24-36 hours because my friend who just had surgery worries me and I want to be sure I am available for her because I will be the only friend who is free.

[angelsanarchy]

Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 12

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Apparently when you black out at school, the entire student body freaks out. Going back on a Friday was probably the worst choice I could have made but I figured it was better to rip the band aid off. Eddie was practically escorting me to class, making sure I felt okay and no one was trying to approach me with whatever rumor had been going around. One of my favorite rumors was that Eddie had put a spell on me and whisked me away in his van to do some sort of satanic ritual.

"Dani! I'm so glad to see you're feeling better. I was really worried." Dustin greeted me at lunch sitting down across from me. I was surprised that his friends had joined him and gradually the rest of the Hellfire club with them.

"Yeah thanks for helping me out. Eddie told me how you were the one who found me so I guess thanks for saving me too." I smiled at him. He had a sweet grin on his face that showed just how young he was. Eddie appeared a few moments later sitting down next to me and casually sliding a bag of pretzels in front of me.

"I've got a test on Monday so I'm going to need my study buddy this weekend if you're free." He asked opening a bottle of water. I gave him a nod and continued to share my pretzels with him.

This all felt normal, it felt like I was actually apart of something and Eddie treated me like I'd been apart of it for longer than either of us even knew eachother. I learned that band practice was held at Gareth's house, which I was invited to and assured his brother was back at school so I wouldn't have to worry about a conflict. Hellfire meetings were usually Friday's unless postponed which apparently was frowned upon. Jeff has a part time job at Radio Shack which I thought was cool. It was Carl's job that actually surprised me. He apparently works with his parents at their bakery in town. The entire table was pretty hyped about the baked goods he provided at both meetings. I was promised a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies as a get well gift next week.

I learned Dustin's friends Mike and Lucas were also in Hellfire but Lucas has been caught up with joining the basketball team so he hasn't been joining them for lunch as of late. I actually knew Mike's sister, Nancy. She works for the school paper. I remember sending her a sympathy card when her friend died last year. We weren't friends but I'd be devastated to lose my best friend so young.

After school, I walked to my car to head home when I saw Eddie running from the side door, waving his hands in the air to stop me. I tossed my bag in the car and shut the door.

"Hey, I thought I might have missed you." Eddie tried to catch his breath.

"I already told you, D&D just isn't my thing." I reminded him and he narrowed his eyes.

"I know, I'm not inviting you to the party. You aren't that cool." Eddie teased before setting his lunchbox on my roof and pulling something out of it.

"I made this for you in shop. It's nothing fancy but it actually got me an A-." Eddie pulled out this copper colored rose and held it out in the palm of his hand.

"Wh-" Before I could even ask, he cleared his throat.

"I um...I was going to get you flowers for the hospital but I wasn't sure that was a good idea because you already have breathing problems. The nurse said real flowers could make breathing worse so this was the best I could come up with." Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and bounced on the balls of his feet nervously.

"Eddie, this is beautiful and very...you." I smiled at him. No one had ever given me flowers before and this just seemed so much more than that.

"I hope that's a good thing?" He wasn't sure what I meant and I pulled my eyes away from the metal rose in my hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"It's very metal and very sweet. Thank you. I love it." Eddie grinned reopening my car door for me.

"Get home safe okay? I'll see you tomorrow." I got in my car and Eddie shut the door behind me. I gave him a nod and watched him tuck his hands into his jeans, looking over his shoulder at me with a smile before heading back inside. I couldn't stop smiling the whole way home and I tried to find the perfect place to display the metal rose.

I picked up my sketchbook and rested the rose on my nightstand next to my bed. I liked the way the light made it shine. I flipped open the sketchbook and started towards the back where I kept drawings I had made of different things of Eddie that I liked.

His grin, his ringed fingers, the tattoo on the side of his arm. Eddie never asked me to make him a character page like the rest of the Hellfire club but I had made one anyway. I just wasn't sure what to do with it or any of the other drawings I had made of him. I was starting to feel like maybe it was creepy so I kept them in the back of my sketchbook.

"Hey kid, how you feeling?" Dad popped his head in my room, preparing for another late night shift. I felt terrible for how exhausted he looked. He needed a vacation.

"I'm feeling good. I plan to get comfortable and take it easy with my book tonight so no need to stress." I reassured him as he checked my tanks levels.

"I can call in if you want some company? Or maybe you can call Christine over? I just hate the idea of you being here alone while you're recovering." I knew he had been traumatized by the school calling him. The first time that happened, I ended up being hospitalized for over a year.

"Dad, I promise you I'll be just fine. I'm not planning on doing anything crazy. You don't have to worry." My dad kissed the top of my head and gave me another look before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Wow, that's pretty cool. Where did you get that?" Dad noticed the rose on my nightstand and I smiled.

"Eddie made it for me. Sort of a get well gift that won't send me into a coughing fit." I reached over and grabbed it so he could have a closer look.

"This Eddie guy, the one that rushed you to the hospital...he's pretty sweet on you huh?" Dad nudged me.

"Dad!" I took the rose back and put it on my nightstand not even bothering to answer him.

"A dad knows these things sweet pea. Don't go breaking too many hearts before you graduate. This guys seems like a good one so go easy on him." I rolled my eyes at my dad before he said his goodbyes and I listened to his truck to pull out of the driveway before settling back into my book. I couldn't help but blush thinking about the idea of Eddie actually being sweet on me. The friendship we had developed was growing every day but it definitely felt unique.

We hadn't talked about it yet but we had made plans to once I felt better. I was nervous to have that conversation. I didn't want to read too much into whatever it was we had but thinking about Eddie always brought a smile to my face.

I was startled by the home phone ringing and looked at the clock. Sometimes Dad would call me to let me know he was at work but he had just left so I knew it wouldn't be him.

"Murillo residence." I spoke into the receiver and heard a chuckle on the other end.

"Hey." I could hear the smile through the phone.

"Hey! How did you get my number?" I asked surprised. Now I knew Eddie was smiling because he laughed.

"I have my ways...one of them being that I own a phonebook." Eddie explained.

"Sorry I mean- I guess I just wasn't expecting you to call. It's Friday night after all." I tried to think of all the things Eddie might do on a Friday night but calling me wasn't one of those things.

"I can forget your number if you're busy?" Eddie started to back pedal.

"No no, it's fine. I don't mind you calling, Eddie. It's a good surprise." I smiled hoping he knew I wasn't upset that he called.

"Okay good. How is your evening going?" Eddie asked making me laugh.

"Oh you know me, typical Friday night. Drugs, sex and rock n' roll. About to crush a six pack before chain smoking a pack." I teased.

"Wow...badass." Eddie joked back.

"How about you? Bubble baths and warm milk?" I poked fun hearing Eddie take a pull off of something.

"Actually that sounds nice...minus the warm milk. That's disgusting. I'm actually sitting on the couch, drinking a six pack and watching movies" I could hear another pop top crack open.

"I'm so glad that the first thing your boredom told you to do was stalk the phone book and call me." I smiled.

"Actually I wanted to call you sooner but I didn't want to interrupt any plans you might have." Eddie sounded sincere.

"Eddie, you're actively one of three of my friends. I'm laying in bed, reading on Friday nights. A hosptial trip is the most exciting my life gets here in Hawkins." I explained to him knowing how lame I sounded.

"Then maybe we should change that. We'll start hanging out on Friday's. Even if it's just to sit around. I just...I like to be in your company, Dani." Eddie said sweetly. I couldn't help but think back to what my Dad said.

"I'd like that." I agreed.

"So...what's your book about?" Eddie asked sounding like he had gotten comfortable. I laid back against the headboard and snuggled back into my pillows. Eddie and I talked on the phone for almost three hours that night. I'd never met anyone who I could just exist with. Whatever Eddie and I had, it was special.

[otaku6337]

so i know its more than three but i got sorta carried away

✍ 🛠🎶👀🤲⌛💔💞(i feel like it must be eraserhead but maybe it's not????)

i really enjoy your writing, please keep it up!!!!!

It's absolutely fine!! I'm definitely not complaining (honestly I'm just pleased I got an ask ^^; )

but anyway-

✍ 🛠🎶👀🤲⌛💔💞

(excuse me whilst I open yet another tab so that I can check the questions-)

Right! So!

Nope, no beta reader here - I'm personally very stubborn about the way certain things Vibe, I don't really have the time, and I like to post immediately after I write. Plus I write straight into ao3 so sharing it with someone would be a pain, honestly.

I write straight into ao3!! I have been called cursed for this before, but apparently I'm defiant. Honestly it's mostly just for the formatting - and I only *sometimes* lose things so it's fine, right?

In all seriousness though, I do also use WordCounter to copy-past my OSs/chapters into for wcs on the go, and I update my Google Sheets spreadsheets multiple times a day :D

I absolutely listen to music whilst I write!! I also watch YouTube, admittedly (split screen is my life yall) but I listen to music a lot. More than a specific song, I'd say that the channel Valiant has an awful lot of the things in my main playlist. Oh, and for like six weeks straight last year, when I was binge-writing, I listened to Unlike Pluto's Technicolour Daydream album on repeat. For six weeks straight. I can't think of anything *but* writing if/when I listen to it now ^^;

An up and coming wip... Not sure if it counts, but I'm just beginning to really get into the Big War Arc for Kidilante, was literally writing up some of the next chapter before I came to reply to this, and I'm super excited!! There's going to be some plotting and angst and a bit of fluff too - oh, and some cliffhangers that may or may not turn out how people will hope :D

In case that *doesn't* count, I am planning to write a follow-up to my "macabre fic" as I labelled it, a prequel OS where we find out more about how Izu got his funky vaguely-demonic powers from, with some hints as to whether it's actually a Quirk or not ;)

A snippet... Let's see, I'll dig something cool up :D

Okay so I went with one for kidilante and one for macabre as I listed them both for the previous Q (and vague cw for some bloody imagery in both of these, just skip the next two paragraphs if you're worried!):

Kidilante:

He whips around, and his Dad is on the ground, crumpled, bloody, and no, no, this isn't right.

Izuku doesn't see red (he doesn't need to, when there is already so, so much fucking blood-) because he's busy moving, a blur of grey and white and black and red, knives in hand and capture weapon rising and his throat burning with panic or a scream or something because there are villains standing over his hero and they had smiles and reaching hands except now they have bloody wounds, thrown to the side, kicked in the throat, whatever it takes to get them away, get them gone. He needs his Dad. He needs to protect his hero.

Macabre:

His skin itches, right along the bottom of his rib cage, where if he presses it feels like his ribs will push right through his skin in a way that would be a relief, not a terror. (When Izuku truly lets himself dwell upon it, he can feel how it is like claws curling around the bottom of his ribs, digging in, trying to get out-gone-free, no matter what happens to him in the process-)

I feel the need to say that I actually write quite a bit of fluff too? And the comfort part of hurt ^^; These bits are just particularly cool and I already have them!

Anyways-

I don't know if I necessarily have a comfort character but, yep, Zawa's my favourite! His pov is always great to write, and I just really enjoy him as a character, particularly in his dynamics with others. He's also a bit more relatable than a lot of bnha are for me, so, you know :D

Timeframe varies a *lot*. I would say that one good weekend day of writing I could do a chapter or short-ish OS (so like 3-ish k) but most days aren't that productive, and on a workday I might only write 1/4 of a chapter or shorter OS. So call it a few days for most things? If you're talking longfics though, I've been writing the Kidilante universe (main fic is like 450k or something off the top of my head?) for like 2.5yrs, or I wrote a 65k-ish fic in three months, around OSs and stuff!!

Perspectives broke my heart. It really, really did. I spent a few months thinking about those boys, then three months writing them, and I had a very specific song that I most associated with them that is on one of my main commuting CDs. I couldn't listen to that song without getting emotional for another four or so months after I finished the fic.

But, hey, I think I've got through most of my grieving now. I was able to write one of the alternate endings for them (a far less sad one!) earlier this month, which was lovely to do.

Right that ended up very long and rambled, sorry!! But I hope that was interesting for yall, I really enjoyed doing it ^.^/

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.  

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

Copyright © @writemywaytoyourheart 2021

Next

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

[kalliyen]

Puppy Love <3

Highschooler!Yang Jungwon x Dog Walker!Highschooler!Reader

Reader's Pronouns: They/Them/Their

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

Word Count: 920

Warnings: Mentions of a dog (Maeumi), One tiny cheek kiss and that's all I think lemme know if I missed any

Disclaimer: This is in no way to press any of these on Jungwon irl, this is merely a work of fiction I enjoy making for other people and enjoy writing myself.

A/N: i thought of this when i was taking care of my puppies ☠

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"We need to find a Dog Walker for you Maeum." Jungwon says to his dog, who was happily snacking on the food his owner gave him.

However, being a High schooler who was also part of the student council, Jungwon barely had any time to find a walker for his dog.

Line Inspection! Please Enjoy the fic! <3

Like a beacon of light, he remembered he once over heard that his Secretary was a dog walker in their free time or on the weekends.

So when they next school day came, he timidly waited for the Council Meeting to end and ask Y/N to help him out with walking his dog.

"Of Course! I'd love to Jungwon!" "Thank you, Y/N. Really, I'm really grateful for you right now. I'll pay you 9,-"

"No! No, there's no reason to pay Jungwon, really. Think of this, as a favor for repaying you for all your hard work for the student council!" "Are you sure? I don't want you walking my dog and not earning anything"

"It's fine Jungwon. You don't have to worry!"

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You both agreed that you would walk Maeumi on the weekends, you nervously walked up to his house and knocked on the door

"Y/N! I'm glad you could make it!" Jungwon beamed with a ':D' expression on his face.

"It's no problem Jungwon! I know you're very busy as of now. This is the least help I can do!" They beamed happily.

As if on cue, Maeumi walks up to the door looking confused to the new face in his abode.

"Oh right, this is Maeumi! He's a little rascal. He gets along with people very easily and is very sociable so you don't have to worry about him not liking you."

You take all the things that you needed to walk Maeumi that Jungwon handed you.

"No need to worry Pres! I got this!" Y/N exclaimed looking as enthusiastic as ever.

Jungwon giggles slightly and thanks you once again before you embark on an adventure with the snow white fur dog.

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After 2 hours of walking Maeumi around and around the park, you got a text from Jungwon saying

'Hey y/n! I'm done studying so you and Maeumi can come home if you like :D'

'Aright! We'll be at your place in a bit :)' You replied to his text.

Walking Maeumi back to his home you suddenly felt nervous as if your whole body was on fire.

'I'm walking Jungwon's dog. I'm walking the dog of the guy I've liked since the 8th grade. HE TRUSTS ME WITH HIS DOG-' before you could even finish your inner monologue, you were already in front of Jungwon's home.

Lightly knocking on the door, Jungwon swinged it with much force that made you stumble back a bit, he didn't seem to notice though.

"Thank you again Y/N! I really couldn't have done it without you and your help :)"

"As I said countless times Jungwon, it isn't a problem! I could always walk him (Maeumi) anytime you'd like me too :)"

"Alright well uhm," 'Shit what do I say now?!' Jungwon internally panics, he didn't think it would be this awkward. He looks up to your sheepish face and is slightly taken a back. Since when were you this attractive? Well, he knew you were always attractive but he never actually had the opportunity to look at your features and admire them properly. Your pretty plump lips, Your eyes that he could stare into forever, Your cute little nose that he'd love to nuzzle into, you-

(Maybe he admired your pretty face when you were both in Student Council meetings but shush you never heard that from me)

"Jungwon? You look a little dazed there, do you not feel well?" You interrupt, "Oh! Yeah uhm, no I'm okay, I- uh, thanks for walking Maeumi...again.." You laugh, "It isn't a problem Jungwon as I've said." "Alright, well, I'll head home now..." They said quite disappointedly but none the less happy they finally got to talk to Jungwon out of the school setting. "Okay, I'll see you on Monday.." Jungwon says also quite sadden Y/N has to leave, but before they do they tiptoe/bend down to his height and give them a kiss on his cheek, before he could even process what they just did, they instantly vanished into thin air as if it was magic.

"Next time, I'll need to tag along on your walks Maeum." Jungwon says with hearts in his eyes and the dog merely just cocks his head to the side in confusion.

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[sofreddie]

Scent from Above 2

Summary: The morning after.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Daisies/Fresh Bread/Pine

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Scenting, Scent Bond, Smut (Use of condoms, Knotting), Mentions of Marking/Claiming/Mating, Fluff

A/N: Attention thirsty bitches...get your cups ready. : ) Each part of this series will feature an @spnabobingo square.

PART 1

Jensen woke with a groan and a stretch. As he moved, he felt another warm body beside him. He cracked open his eyes, seeing Y/N in his arms, neither of them having moved from the night before. He wasn't sure what to do as he watched her sleeping.

Should he wake her?

Should he try to crawl from the bed and let her sleep?

He quickly remembered that she was in heat as she shifted to her back. Her scent struck him, drawing him in once more, his nose drifting to the scent gland in her neck.

He breathed deeply of her, musing on her scent. There was something flowery, like daisies. Something warm and rich, like fresh-baked bread. He breathed deeply once more, catching the earthy undertones of pine. Each layer brought on a feeling of home and warmth and familiarity.

After a few minutes, he decided that maybe he was being a little creepy, and maybe he should try to occupy himself until she's ready to wake. So he carefully removed himself from the bed and ordered breakfast via room service, not thinking it wise for them to be apart or in public in their conditions.

Jensen took a quick shower and dressed in a t-shirt and track pants just in time for the food to arrive. As he removed the lids and the aromas filled the space, Y/N stirred awake.

"Good morning," Jensen beamed at her as she shuffled into the main seating area of the suite.

"Morning," she blushed at him, running her fingers through her tangled hair. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her and he silently reminded himself it was only the beginning.

"Are you hungry?" he offered, gesturing to the cart, "I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little of everything."

She smiled warmly at him, "Could I take a quick shower first?" she asked, noting he already had. He nodded and silently guided her to the bathroom, watching as the door closed behind her.

He was absolutely not going to think about her naked and wet behind that door.

As he heard the shower turn on, he realized she didn't have a change of clothes with her. He quickly dug through his suitcase, finding another simple t-shirt and pants. He went to the bathroom and knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response. He took a deep breath and cracked the door open just enough to place the clothes on the counter before quickly shutting it again.

Jensen had started digging into the food by the time she came out. Her hair was down and damp, her face free of the makeup she had been wearing. His clothes draped her frame and the Alpha in him felt proudly possessive.

"Thanks for the clothes," she said as she sat on the couch with a respectable distance between them. She was nervous, not sure what to expect, and distracted herself with breakfast, "I'm in another room here," she explained, "Just a few floors down."

"What room? I'll have them send up your stuff."

"What? No," she protested, "I'm perfectly capable of getting my own things."

"It's not such a good idea to go anywhere," he began hesitantly, "And I'm not really sure I could handle it if you did," he added bashfully.

She was surprised. As she showered she thought about the events of the night before. How could she not? She was sure he would politely tell her it was a mistake, it was his rut, anything really to back out of it. But here he was, seemingly still sure.

They ate in relative silence, exchanging smiles and giggles between bites of food. They were both trying to ignore the fact that their biologies were ramping up once more, their urges becoming prevalent.

"Come here," Jensen softly spoke as he tugged at her. She went willingly, letting him guide her to straddle his lap on the couch. He buried his nose in her neck once more, humming in satisfaction as he took his fill of her. She scented him in turn, slowly allowing herself to believe it was real.

He placed a wet kiss on her neck, making her moan. He did it once more, teasing the tip of his tongue and her hips involuntarily ground down against his.

He was so very hard and so very there.

A moan slipped past his lips and Y/N shuttered. It was the most erotic sound she'd ever heard and she felt a swell of pride at being the one to bring it from him. She did it again, slowly and more purposefully this time, teasing them both.

"You want that, Omega?" he breathily asked as he ground up against her core, his hands squeezing her hips.

"So much, Alpha," she replied, before kissing him hard. Jensen responded eagerly, opening his mouth for her as she introduced her tongue. He moaned again, her hips now steadily working against him.

Their clothes were quickly shed, each piece being thrown without care as they bared themselves to one another.

"Condom?" she asked bashfully as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Jensen blindly retrieved one, his face buried in Y/N's breasts as he licked and sucked at her supple flesh. He held it up to show her, still preoccupied. She chuckled and took it from him, opening it with her teeth.

"Wait," he said, finally lifting his head from her chest to meet her eyes after she rolled the condom down his shaft, "Don't you want me to-" his fingers strayed to her core and she shook her head adamantly.

"No," she breathed, "Just you."

She shifted her hips and sunk down on his length with a long moan. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her tightly to him. The breath was punched out of him. She surprised him, he wasn't ready. But at the same time, he was so fucking ready.

Hell, he was ready to take her and claim her in the alleyway last night.

After they both adjusted, he loosened his hold, keeping his arms securely around her. She pulled back to look into his eyes as she began to move, sliding slowly up and down. Her jaw dropped open, the sensation of his thick girth pushing and stretching against her walls amazingly perfect.

Jensen almost couldn't stand the intensity, the intimacy of her gaze. This was quickly becoming the sappiest moment of his life and he couldn't complain one bit.

"J-Jay," she breathed out, adjusting her hips to a new angle and pressing her chest against his. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of her calling his name. He groaned and went straight for her neck. After a good long scent, he opened his mouth, licking a line before clamping his lips down to suck a dark mark.

She cried out, her hips jerking, and he thrust up in response, sucking harder.

"D-don't claim me," she stuttered, riding him hard for the both of them.

"Not this time," he reluctantly agreed with a smirk.

He wanted to. God did he want to. He knew she was his and he was hers. But he also knew that she needed time to adjust. That she wasn't ready. That she wanted it but hadn't fully let herself believe it. He'd give her all the time she needed.

She panted as she rode him and he thrust up into her. He couldn't get the angle or speed that he wanted. And he wanted to be deeper. With a frustrated snarl, he wrapped his arms around her and dropped her on her back on the couch swiftly, still buried inside her.

She gasped and he plunged hard, knocking her body up the couch a few inches.

"Yes!" she cried out desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders. He growled and gave her all he had, riding them hard through their highs.

His knot popped and his teeth ached as his eyes locked onto her pulse beating rapidly beneath the taut skin of her neck. Feeling himself lose control, he turned his head, biting down into the couch cushion and growling as he emptied himself into the condom.

His teeth didn't release the pillow until his body calmed and he felt the urge pass. He immediately buried his face in her neck, lapping against the dark purple mark he'd left earlier, his mind letting him pretend it was his claim.

They spent the next few days in much the same fashion until her heat and his rut had finally passed.

"Stay just one more night with me?" he asked as she came out of the bathroom in her own clothes. Jensen ended up having her things delivered after all, "My flight's pretty early in the morning. But we can spend one more night," he pleaded, his hands on her waist as she shouldered her Winchester Bros. branded weekend bag.

He didn't miss the opportunity to playfully rib her over it either.

"I can't, Jay," she pouted. She had quickly adopted the nickname for him and he was thrilled with how comfortable she grew around him in such a short amount of time. He did his best all weekend to show - and say - just how much he wanted her and how sure about them he was.

"If you let me claim you we could take Mate Leave," he grinned.

She playfully slapped his shoulder and scolded him, "I just want both of us to be totally sure before making such a permanent commitment," she said for the umpteenth time that weekend.

"Next time then," he joked, wiggling his brows, "I stole one of your shirts, FYI," he added, blushing, "I think I'd go insane if I didn't have your scent around me."

"I guess that's okay," she said, "'Cause I took one of yours too," she looked to the ground bashfully. He laughed before cupping her face and kissing her hard.

"We'll find a way to see each other soon," he promised.

PART 3

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings

[yomiurinikei]

Nikei and/or Yuki asking the other one out headcanons please! I need more lucky pen in my life.

*sips juice* this was requested months ago hi anon i'm so sorry /gen (i'll add tags when i'm off my. second flight)

~*~

•yuuki is absolutely terrified of outright asking nikei out directly. he can't do anything but find excuses to invite him over

•it's so fucking bad,,, just ask the boy to dinner or something for christ's sake????

•nikei, when yuuki invites him to hang out: okay. this should be a good chance to investigate and be sure i know how to ask him out when the time is right

•meanwhile to yuuki, this is the ninth "kinda date" they've had, and he's trying to gauge if he should outright ask to plan their next date at the end of this one, or if it's too early to use the d word

•shinji listens to yuuki question if he should be more forward, and immediately flashes back to when he overheard nikei asking the CoU if they think what he's been doing with yuuki counts as a date

•shinji winces, yuuki takes that to be a no, and we see absolutely zero progress on the rom-com situation

•speaking of the CoU tho, it's like... 75% their fault that nikeis so clueless

•he was so so so certain maeda was making a move, but they all went "mmmm idk bro :///" so he keeps scrapping the idea

•"he said it felt like we were a couple when we were getting photographed by that team that came in to write about hopes peak daily life" "yea, a couple of besties 🙄🙄🙄" "oh huh"

•aiko to the rescue!!!

•she comes by the school one day, bring ur parent to school day or smthn hpa is fucking weird- (it's a boarding school i can imagine she'd want to see her son at the vv best school ever)

•and just innocently asks nikei "oh u and yuuki are together, right? has he been treating you well? did you enjoy your date last weekend? he wouldn't stop telling me abt it :]"

•nikei politely says he had a lovely time, then excused himself to go screech at the CoU

•half in joy because "holy fuck i was right" and half in anger because "holy fuck i was right and you bitches told me i wasn't"

•yuuki returns from wherever and "👁👁 mom?????" when aiko happily says she approves of nikei and thinks they're good together so far

•so he takes that as confirmation that nikei worked things out!!!!

•things aren't too much different? nikeis a bit more affectionate now, and yuuki brushes off nikeis initial hesitance as "oh he's just confused after being called my bf :)"

•a bit later they're trying to make plans for their one month anniversary and can't decide on when that is

•and so all is revealed!!! they're both embarrassed as fuck tbh

•but!!! they decide to make the day of the aiko incident their official anniversary/day they got together! hooray!

•cue nikei finally asking yuuki out :D he wants to plan the date and surprise yuuki for their one month!!!!

•when yuuki asks nikei out it's a lot of working out when they're free, what they wanna do, what's available, etc etc

•with nikei it's. generally a surprise for yuuki!!

•"ditch ur plans" "why" "come to my mysterious date" "nikei i can't do that" "fake ass bitch......." "HEY"

•sometimes it's a surprise for both of them. nikei will just b wandering around looking for smthn to do and then try to come up with plans on the spot

•yuuki rlly likes it when they do stuff together, while nikei is more a fan of being able to do his own thing, near yuuki!

•so a lot of their dates involve going out to go do smthn, then get back to someone's dorm and just vibe!!

•no matter what tho, they always have fun, and by now, they know to actually call it a fucking date-

[gloomyhearts]

Mellillla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter one~ I'll be dead

High school sweethearts as their friends called them but they were never in a relationship. Several years passed them when their life moved on. Will their paths meet again?

AN: Hey guys.. so here's my first Owen Joyner x fem!OC. Hope you enjoy it :)

The brunette girl hurried through the hallways to her next class, many other students stood by their lockers chattering with one another. Her flow was interrupted as someone grabber her arm making her stop.

"Why are you running, Dahl?" A breath of relief escaped her lips when she saw Lilith.

"We have a class in like two minutes," she argues.

Lilith let out a chuckle. "We have lunch you idiot" her chuckle grow into a loud laughter.

"What really?" Dahlia turns her left wrist to see the watch.

"What the.."

"You're hilarious," her hand resting on her abdomen from laughing.

"That's not funny," Dahlia's index pushed her glasses further on her nose.

"Come on, let's get you some food," the red haired girl grabbed her wrist pulling her to the cafeteria.

When they arrived there her graze felt on her group of friends sitting on one of the tables near the wall as always.

"You made it, D. Finally," Samuel raises his hand for her to high five it.

She came to a halt and her hand met a wet one.

"Why.. what was that," she groans bringing her hand up to her nose. It didn't smell at all.

"Chill it was just water" he holds his bottle up.

Dahlia rolled her eyes while sitting down.

"So what's your plan for the weekend?" Chloe asks.

"Well, I have volleyball on Saturday and Sunday there's this school play where the bands playing," Dahlia explains as she steals some carrots from Lilith.

"And after that?"

"Serious? After that I'm dead" she knitted one of her brows.

"There's a campfire at Josh's," Jacob suggests.

"Feel free to go" she gestures with her hand.

"Not without you D." He states.

"I'm not coming"

"Please Dahl," Emma had her puppy eyes as she pleaded.

"Guys.. fine, maybe" Dahlia grabs her backpack.

"Where you're going?"

"The break is over in a few. I'm just eluding the big crowd." She winked at them and made her way over to the door.

"She really left. What a girl" every single one at the table began to laugh.

After her last class the brunette had her last rehearsal for the show on Sunday. Her feet steps into the room and her eyes laid abruptly on this special person.

His cap was turned around and held most of his hair back yet single strands of his blonde hair were falling into his face as he played enthusiastic the drums.

She walked over to the piano and took a seat. Her finger run softly over the ivories. A shy small smile suited her lips, deep in her thoughts. Dahlia didn't noticed that someone walked over to her, she shrieks slightly as the shadow laid over her.

"Hey gurl," the familiar voice spoke.

"Val," Dahlia was on her feet again throwing her arms around her.

"I thought you wouldn't come"

"I can't miss this. You know" she rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips.

"Didn't saw you during break" she points.

"I came just for this" the blonde explains.

"Cause I couldn't do this without you"

"We're just rehearsing," Valerie laughs.

"I couldn't do it either," she retorts.

"I know."

"Please take your seats," the teacher shouts.

"We begin with song 3 cause y'all suck at it."

Dahlia was the first to play in this, she nervously let her fingers fly over the keys again. Then the drummer began quietly, giving it all a rhythm and then the rest. Their teacher was somewhat disgusted but also kinda hopeful that her class could do it just good.

"Dahlia, a little louder please," the named girl hit the keys a little harder and her teacher send her a thumb up.

The chords of the last song echoed through the room and the students as well as their teacher seemed pleased.

"Great guys. Go home and get some rest before sunday," the teacher suggests suggests as the music stops.

All the students gathered around the drums giving the person behind various compliments. Dahlia herself moved to the door already out of the room as her teacher calls after her.

"What's wrong?" She arrived at the table.

"You sure about the scholarship?" He questions.

"Yeah, I think I suck too much. I wouldn't make it in the business," Dahlia insists.

"Whatever you say sweetie. I don't wanna push you into something," he states.

Her graze falling on her hands.

"But it'd be a loss," Dahlia's view rose up.

"Thanks but.. I really don't know," she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's okay, Dahlia, really," he gave her a resuring smile. Dahlia nodds and waved to her as she made her way out.

"What did he wanted?" Valerie throws her arm around her shoulder guiding her to the exit.

"Just the scholarship thing"

"Just? Are you serious? Are you stupid? Actually don't answer. I thought we'd have a girl night. At 7 at mine?"

Dahlia nodds as an answer and went to her mother's car.

"See you baby," Valerie shouts after her, Dahlia just winked at her.

"Hi mom," she opens the passenger door and threw her backpack in, following it shortly after.

"Hey hun."

"Can I sleep over at Val's?"

"Yeah of course but don't forget your game tomorrow"

"She'll drive me there."

Actually Valerie is a senior like most of the people in the band but Dahlia is allowed, due to her outstanding grades and well playing, to be in the band. At first her parents were suspicious because the kids were all two til three years older than her innocent Dahlia.

But surprisingly the others hadn't a problem with her joining the band they were even keen. Mostly all of them.

"Can you maybe bring me to her?"

"Your sister said she's going to a friend too, she'll drop you there," she explains.

"Great," she comments. Well since Dahlia joined the band at the end of her freshman year, her sister hears her name more often from her friends having no spare time of her.

"I don't know where your problem is"

"Well since I joined her some of her friends in the band she hates me."

"She doesn't mean it like this. I think she's scared you're stealing her friends."

"That was a year ago and I haven't, not even one. Just Val," and that was the point.

Valerie and Serena were friends, best friends until high school started for them but Valerie and Dahlia became friends after two years off their "break up".

It wasn't pretty , it was filthy to be honest but it was Serena's fault mostly but that's yesterday's news.

"You're breaking the news to her," the young girl says as she exits the car.

When Dahlia entered her room the first thing she does is to put her glasses into its case, the second thing is to pack her suitcase for the weekend, during the drive home she clarified that she'd stay the whole weekend at her friend's house.

"I'm not driving you there," her sister rushes into the room.

"Well good afternoon to you too, sister," she comments.

"But it's literally on your way. You're even driving her road," dahlia adds.

"But I have to stop right in front of her home," Serena argues.

"I'd jump out the car," the brunette suggests.

"That's a great idea," she turns around and leaves as fast as she got in.

She's so dump Dahlia thought.

"I'm leaving on 6.30" Serena shouted through the door and a smile creeped on Dahlia's lips. She continues to push her things into the suitcase.

"You're moving out?" Her younger brother questions as she wandered to the stairs.

"Shut up."

"Just that you know. Mom says if you blow up the house she puts you up for adoption," she announced as her feet steps on the first stair.

"You ready?" Dahlia nodds and followed her sister behind.

The car ride was covered with silence, neither of them said a single word until they arrived at the front of Valerie's house.

"Thanks for driving me Serena," Dahlia gave her a weak smile as she grabs her suitcase and moved the way to the front.

"You're finally here," Valerie throws the door open and pulled her inside.

"Had Serena really droped you here?" Dahlia nodds, waving Val's parents as they walked past them.

"Hello dear. Nice to see you again," her mother greeted the brunette.

"You'll find us upstairs," she tells them.

[gayforoctaviablake]

Hope ya like this nonsense. Y/N= your name Y/F/D = Your favorite drink

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Description: high school AU where you're in a bit of an abusive relationship, and when you're lifelong bestfriend and crush finds out, all hell breaks lose.

Warnings: this could be triggering to someone who has experienced abuse, Language

You woke up to a chilly fall morning. The air was crisp and the leaves on the trees had fallen basically overnight. Fall was always your favorite. You loved the colors and the way the leaves sounded when you'd step on them.

You mumbled to yourself as you got ready, "should I bike or take the bus today? Is it even that cold?" You pulled out your phone to see it was going to be a tad chilly but not enough for you to take the bus. You finished brushing your teeth, grabbed your hoodie and left your house and headed down the street on your bike.

*pop ding*

A text from your boyfriend popped up, it read:

Babe: do you want coffee? Im stopping by the café by my house.

You had to pull over with your bike to respond.

Me: sure! Can you get me a Y/F/D please?

Babe: yeah I gotchu 👌

"Everything seemed so normal. He's either perfect or a nightmare, either kissing or yelling. Either happy or angry" you think to yourself as you continue biking to school.

You got to school at just about the same time as your boyfriend. He gave you your drink and wrapped his arm around you as you walked into the building. Class didn't start for another 5 minutes so you chilled in the hallway for a while.

"Hey Bellamy!" You shouted to your best friend

"Yes princess" he responded. He's called you that since you were little. Your boyfriend didn't like it too much but as if that would stop him.

"Want a sip?" You offered your drink with a cheesy smile

He stared for a second "what did you do to it?" He asked

"Bitch. Nothing I'm just being nice like you would know what that is" you smirked

"Very funny" he took a few sips and sat down with you and your boyfriend.

"So how was everyones weekend?" You asked hoping to break the tension between the two. Bellamy has always been protective of you and your boyfriend was easily jealous. Which makes sense since you've secretly had a thing for Bellamy since 1st grade.

"It was alright. I went skateboarding with the guys, had a few beers" your boyfriend seemed to not give a shit about when you two went to the movies.

"And Bell?"

"What do you mean Y/N we were either texting or hanging out all weekend you were basicslly there" you both laughed

"That is true" you responded

Your boyfriend didn't find it very funny

Class started and you went your separate ways, after of course your boyfriend walked you to your first class. Before you went in he pulled you aside

"Babe, I don't really like you hanging out with Bellamy" he said

"Wha- why?" You were confused. You've known Bell your entire life, why is it such an issue?

"I just don't fucking like it okay!" He shouted!

"Babe I-"

"Hes no good for you! He's a dick!" He just kept yelling. Hes never done this at school before. Sure He's gotten agitated with you but never to this extent.

"Calm down!" You tried your best to keep your cool

"Don't tell me to calm down! I'll calm down when you stop talking to him!"

You were speechless. How could he just flip a switch like this? Bellamy was with you maybe 4 minutes tops this morning. How is he this angry?

You tried to free yourself from his grip but he grabbed on tighter. You were surprised nobody came out of class to see what all the commotion was. You could feel your arms bruising under his hands

"Let go of me!" You screamed at him and tugged with all your strength. Finally. A teacher came out to see what was going on.

"Woah woah break it up right now!" He yelled

Your boyfriend didn't even seem human. It was like he was a whole new being

He didn't let go.

The teacher stepped in and physically forced his arms off of you. At this point the whole class was watching.

Your boyfriend was still. Not seeming to comprehend what he had done.

You were now hiding behind your good friend Murphy, and he was comforting you and wiping your tears away, shielding you from other students wandering eyes.

"Come on, it's ok, come on" he led you downstairs to an empty part of the hallway before teachers could even notice, then again they weren't too worried since they know how good of friends you and John were. You couldn't stop shaking.

John just held you in a tight hug and softly talked to you.

"It's ok, it's over now, Murphy's gotcha"

After maybe 15 minutes you calmed down enough to speak

"Wha- what do I do?" Your voice cracked

"Tell me exactly what happened, you don't have to keep going if you get anxious" he rubbed your back

"He. He just kept yelling. He doesn't want me to talk to Bell anymore. I. I don't know why that made him so angry. I always knew he was the jealous type but I would've never thought he would go this far."

"He won't touch you again" he sounded aggressive but in a soft way. You knew he would protect you to the ends of the earth.

You both sat in silence for another 20 minutes. A door slammed open and someone stated storming down the stairs.

"Y/N!!! Y/N I'm sorry!!" Your boyfriend yelled through the stairwell

Murphy grabbed you and you hid behind the solid side of the staircase, basically holding your breath.

He came to the bottom and looked through the window near where you were. He didn't see you and kept walking.

You counted his steps in your head.

"One..... Two.... Three... Four.... Fi-" he stopped. And turned around. What was he doing? He couldn't have seen you! Right?

He looked through that window again, and stood there for a few minutes. It felt like hours. Murphy was holding you so tight he could feel your ribs.

He turned around very slow, and spotted you both.

Murphy practically jumped up with you and hid you behind him.

"Y/N I'm so sorry. I. I didn't mean to do that ok. I just. I'm so scared you're only with me to make him jealous!" He was almost crying. But. It didn't seem real to you.

"Look man, the damage was done now lets say we don't create anymore and go our separate ways for now ok?" Murphy stated shakily while walking you to the stairs backwards to keep his eyes on this asshole.

"I wasn't talking to you Murphy. I don't want you here. Neither does she." He began to shout. You squeezed Murphy's hand in fear.

"Seriously dude just go the other way, this isn't worth it, you already ruined your only chance." John was not afraid of your boyfriend. In fact he never really liked him in the first place.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE MURPHY" he shouted so loud you both flinched.

Murphy was going through all the scenarios in his head. He managed to back you both up to the staircase. He let go of your hand.

"Murphy?" You asked perplexed on what he was planning.

"Go get Bellamy Y/N" he whispered

"Murphy he'll beat the shit out of you!" You whispered back with a shake

"You underestimate me princess." He winked "Go get Bellamy and security. I'll keep him here. Go!"

You sprinted up the stairs with tears in your eyes. You could hear them whailing on each other.

You reached room 306, bursted through the door and yelled for Bellamy. He leaped out of his seat to get to you.

"Y/N whats going on?" He practically caught you from falling.

"Murphy! He's in danger! Downstairs. He told me to come get you!" You were out of breath. But you managed to pass the information quickly.

Bellamy's teacher noticed the bruises on your arms and asked you to come inside the class and wait for security to arrive. You sat down and felt everyone's eyes on you.

"Let me get you some water" Mrs. Williams said

As soon as she walked away you booked it out the door. You knew you couldn't sit there while your two best friends were in a fight.

You rached the first floor where everything took place. You saw Murphy on the floor bleeding and Bellamy and your now ex throwing punches left and right.

Without thinking you ran in to stop them.

Bellamy would never hurt you causing him to immediately stop swinging. Your ex however saw it as an opprotunity and punched you right in the jaw. However you were lucky enough to not have it crack into a million peices. It sure felt like it.

You hit the ground. Hard. Nobody knew how the hell you got back up but you did. And not only did you get back up but you were swingin too.

You must've hit him about 5 times before he got one in. Your tiny fists didn't do enough damage unfortunately.

Bellamy was trying to get between you both but you accidentally nailed him with your elbow as you threw another punch.

Your Ex managed to get another bad hit in. Little higher than the first one. You went down again, and you definitely didn't get back up.

The entire time this happened where was security? You hit the ground as soon as that main floor door opened up to the stairwell. Security grabbed your ex and Murphy managed to gain enough strength to carry you to his car. He didn't want you to have to wake up and talk to police. God knows how he talked security into letting him take you away.

About an hour later you woke up in Bellamy's bed. Nice dim lighting for the headache he knew you would have, and a glass of water on the nightstand.

You didn't know where your phone was and you knew getting up would hurt like a bitch so you continued to lay there. Maybe 5 minutes have passed when Bell walked in.

"Good to see you're awake" he spoke so soft

"Good to see you're alive" you responded.

He sat next to you and helped you sit up and drink some water.

"I guess I owe you an explanation" you sighed

"Don't worry about it, Murphy already told me everything." He rubbed your leg

Silence filled the room for a good few minutes before Bellamy finally worked up the courage to ask.

"But. Did he really have a reason to be jealous?"

You stared at him. "Not that I tried to make obvious" you chuckled a bit

"In all seriousness, do you feel anything. For me?" He asked

"Bellamy Blake. I have since the first grade" he couldn't see that you were shaking in fear of him not feeling the same

"Really?" He asked

You began to worry, eyes tearing up

"Because I have since kindergarten." He smiled.