key is a sweetie

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“but the truth is you both get along well, I like looking at Inoo and Takaki together” - Arioka Daiki, 2017

Daddy sowwy

Awwww. Daddy harry makes me wanna cry! Here’s a cute fluff where Harry shouts on his little bub, which makes her go mad. Hope you lke it. Feedbacks are appreciated.


You woke up with sun shinning on your face. The golden rays were peeking through the white curtains of the window. With a sheepish smile, you turn to your left to be face to face with your husband. Seven years since you’ve been together and still he gives you the same butterflies when you see him.

“Starin’ beautiful?” He mumbled. His voice thick and raspy.

“Nah. Just admiring” you said tracing his lips outline with your index finger. He puckered his lips and kisses your finger ever so lightly.

“Very good.” He chuckled leaning in to he a taste of your lips which you gladly allowed. You turned on your back with Harry on top of you as his lips magically worked on your. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wasted no time in exploring his mouth with his tongue. Your own was busy in exploring his delicious one.

You both were so captivated and Into the moment of making out, that you didn’t hear the bed room door open until you felt Someone’s presence standing beside you.

You broke from the kiss and saw your daughter Rose standing in her unicorn night suit with her Mr. Penguin in her hands.

Harry rolled of you blushing as you sat up.

“Mornin’ sugar plum” you cooed opening your arms for your 3 years old daughter, inviting her for cuddles.

“Mornin’ mumma” she said as she climbed on your lap with legs either side on your waist, cheek pressed to your chest.

You smiled and ran your fingers through her chestnut hair. They were soft and fluffy just like Harry’s but we’re not curly, instead they were straight like yours.

“Where are daddy’s cuddles monkey?” Harry asked poking the side of Rose’s tummy. She whined and pushed his hand away.

“I mad a’ daddy” she mumbled snuggling more to your chest.

“Bu’ why sugar plum?” Harry asked with a pout as he clearly was a bit sad. He loved Rose more than he loved anyone. Might even a little bit more than he loved you.

“You shwouted at me” Rose said. Tear welling up in her green eyes as she remembered what happened last night.

*Flashback to night before*

“Mommy!!!! When dadda come?” Rose asked jumping on the couch. The whole day tiny toddler kept asking when her dad will come.

“Soon bubba. And don’t jump on couch poppet. You’ll get hurt.” You said looking from the kitchen where you were preparing dinner.

Harry has been pretty busy lately. He had a lot of work to do. Sign of the times was out and was already a big hit. You couldn’t be more proud of him. Stepping into the industry alone was a big step and he was very nervous about it, but he always said that you and rose are his strength.

Nowadays, he just leaves with a kiss on your head and a kiss on Rose’s who is fast asleep in the early dusk of the mornings. Usually he’s to do the interviews that are in morning and after that he has to rush to the office for the meetings regarding promotion and other stuff. So he barely sees Rose now. And little did he know, the little munchkin of his missed him a lot.

“But when mumma?” She whined tugging on the hem of your shorts. You sighed and peered down at your little baby who was staring at you with those eyes which she got from her father. Just as bright and filled with innocence like Harry. You smiled and picked her up.

“You miss dadda a lot. Don’t you?” You asked pinching her nose making her giggle. She nods and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Yes mumma. I wove daddy.” She said.

“More than you wove me?” You asked and she nodded. Kids never lie. She did loved her daddy a lot. They always had a moment which you never understood. Maybe it was the way Harry made her feel special or the way she made Harry’s world special.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead when you heard door bell ring.

Grinning, rose eloped from your arms and ran to the door with her small legs which had lot of cute rolls. You giggled and followed her to open the door.

“Daddy!!!!!” Rose squealed as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s legs which was just an inch above Harry’s knees.

“Monkey!” Harry chuckles picking her up and kissing her lips softly. He pushed some hair away from her face and kissed her forehead removing his shoes and putting his wallet and car keys in the bowl.

“Hello sweetie.” You said softly walkinh to him. Harry smiled and put rose down softly to let her run to her room to get her dollies.

“Elo’ baby ” he said wrapping his arms around your waist. You reached up to caresses his cheek with the back of your hand. He looked tired. He was tired. You tip toed and pressed a chaste kiss to his dry lips. He kissed back instantly. No matter how tired he’d be, he never denied your kisses.

“Dadda!! Dollies here. Play with meh!” Rose chirped jumping up and down interrupting you guys. With a groan Harry pulled away.

“No’ now peaches. Daddy’s tired. We will play tomorrow.” Harry said crouching down to her level. She pouted and shook her head and stomped her feet.

“Now ! Pwease?” Rose pleaded and gave Harry her best puppy face. And there he melted. Rose was Harry’s weakness and he could never say no to her.

“Okayyyyyy” Harry said picking the little girl up and tickling her belly. For the first time today, the house filled with cute laughter of hers.

Soon you guys had dinner. He whole time rose was stick to Harry. Blubbering about her day. How she watched Moana and even sang you’re welcome for Harry. She was so adorable and cute and was a huge fan of her daddy so she even sand sign of the times. God, you wished you knew how god managed to create such an amazing baby with the love of you and your husband.

“Cmon rose bud. Time for bed honey.” You said taking rose from Harry’s arms.

“No mommy. I want daddy!!! ” she cried.

“ you’ll see him tomorrow peaches. He’s at home the whole day tomorrow.” You said.

But little one kept crying and weeping. She really did missed Harry and seeing her crying broke Harry’s heart.

“Le’ i'be baby. She can be with me in study. I’ve some work t'do.” Harry said getting up from the couch and lifting rose in his arms and setting on his hips.

“Y-you sure ?” You asked. You weren’t sure because his study had a lot of expensive CD’s and labels and other stuff. All of his awards were in there.

“Yes baby. Don’ worry” Harry said pecking your lips and walking upstairs.

You smiled at them and decided to watch TV for a bit.

___

“Rose. Baby sit Down quietly please”

“Rose don’ touch tha’ honey”

“Baby please stop jumping”

Harry was tired. He already had a big day and now his hyper toddler was tiring him up more. He honestly was at the verge of losing his temper when he heard a loud thud and then breaking noise.

His head snapped up in the direction of the sound and saw Rose standing quietly, arms behind her back-looking down at the broken record. It was one of the Beatles limited edition and she broke it.

Harry lost it now.

“HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING?!! Why don’t listen t'me???!!!

Harry roared. He loved the record dearly. It was a gift from one of his close friends who wasn’t in this world anymore.

Scared, Rose ran down the staircase crying. She hugged you and sobbed endlessly. The whole night little one spent crying.

*End of flashback*

Harry closed his eyes as guilt flooded his mind and heart. He yelled at his baby. It was just a record and she’s only three.

Harry gulped the guilt and sat up straight taking Rose from your arms going against her shrieks and whines.

“Daddy sowwy baby” Harry said making her look at Harry, holding her chin. She pouted her lips.

“You too loud daddy” she said as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, forgiving him. Harry nudged her nose against her small small one and kissed all over her face making her giggle.

“Daddy’s so sorry baby girl.” Harry said again.

“It’ okay dadda” she said kissing Harry’s lips softly and hiding her face in his neck. Sighing happily, Harry pulled you in family cuddle as well. What a good and a pleasant way to begin the day

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Tsukishima Kei | Middle Blocker | Happy Birthday to my ♥ sweet Sarah!! ♥  σ(≧ε≦o)

Mixtape, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Reader is a single mom + Lin-Manuel Miranda

Words: 994

Author’s Note: I was rewatching the original White House performance and it inspired me. I promise that my next fic won’t be Lin (actually, I can’t promise that tbh). Also, people are following me for my aesthetic posts…they’re in for some shit…

Warnings: None?

Askbox | Masterlist


Your connections had landed you two seats at the White House Poetry Jam. Your friend (who was your definition of ‘connections’) had actually received the invitations, but knew you would appreciate them more.

Your inability to find a date and a cheap babysitter meant your five year old daughter would be accompanying you. You forced her into her nicest holiday dress and was able to drag her along with minimal complaint.

Her attention was thankfully captured when the performances began and you were no longer distracted with making small talk with political giants. You were in the same room as the President, you were on your best behavior.

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Hard to Handle - Danny x Reader - Chapter 1

Series Name: Hard to Handle
Chapter Name: Click
Pairing: Dan Avidan x Reader
Word Count:
Parts:  (1) | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 
A/N: I guess I’ve made this blog, so I’ve got to use it now. Normally I’d like to do a oneshot first, but this fic just won’t leave me alone. <3 

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You hummed Take On Me by A-ha theatrically as you made your way upstairs with your groceries. At some point this week you would have your monthly pasta night. (Who were you kidding. You would have pasta night followed by leftover night until it was all gone.) The song had come on the radio just as you were pulling into the parking lot meaning that it would be stuck in your head forever.

You noted that your next door neighbors’ door was wide open. You knew that two men lived there, but that was all you knew. You had lived in this apartment for well over a year, but had never bothered to introduce yourself. By now, it would be awkward to try.  In your defense, they hadn’t tried either.

You slid your key into the lock and cursed as it failed to turn.

“Come on, not again.” You whispered to yourself. You carefully turned your key back and attempted to pull it out of the lock when it snapped in your hand.

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Daddy’s little angel

twistedjasmine said:

Fluffy little cute stuff with Dean and your and his 4 year old daughter? Maybe like him taking her to her ballet classes and her falling on his chest, etc. Please and Thank you

@twistedjasmine sorry it is late. I made it a residual instead of classes and added a little uncle Sam in the mix. Hope you like it :) 

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GIF NOT MINE

“Will daddy be there?” Your daughter asked for the eight time as you desperately looked through your purse trying to find your car keys.

“Daddy is working. I know he will try his best to make it home,” you answered without looking back still with your head buried in your purse trying to hold back the swearwords. Where did you put those damn keys.

“But I want him to see me dance tonight,” you immidately turned around. Those keys would have to wait. You looked at your daughter who looked back at you with her dads green eyes. She was holding back her tears but you could tell she sad by the tone in her voice. She was trying to be strong for you like she always was but you dropped to your knees those keys would have to wait. “Sweetie. Daddy is doing his best to make it. There is nowhere he would rather be. I will film it if he doesn’t make it I promise. We’ll watch it together when he and Uncle Sammy get home.”

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We Still Need The Mirror

ASiP: The mirror is not yet over the heart(h) of 221B. It’s been purchased, as we see it sitting behind John’s chair, waiting to be useful…

TGG DVD Commentary

Mark: We cut down this bit slightly. There was a reference to, um, their mutual strange childhood and the fact that you had, um, that Sherlock had rather spoiled the family atmosphere. It’s gone for time, but in the end I think that might be quite nice. Because we don’t want to give too much away about this. Their past.

Benedict: I discovered that my father was having–Oh, um, uh, can I say?

Mark: You can say.

Benedict: We might not have it later? I don’t know.

Mark: Yeah, maybe.

Benedict: But I can say in this DVD?

Mark: Maybe.

Benedict: Okay, well, then I won’t say.

Implied affair by Mr. Holmes…

TEH

Mummy: Which wasn’t the way I’d put it at all, silly woman. Anyway, it was then that I first noticed it was missing. I said, ;Have you checked down the back of the sofa?’ He’s always losing things down the back of the sofa, aren’t you, dear?

Daddy Holmes: ‘Fraid so.

Mummy: Keys, small change, sweeties. Especially his glasses.

Daddy Holmes: Glasses.

Glass behind the place where he sits, hmmm???

HLV

Mary: So you realise that, er, Sherlock got us out here to see his mum and dad for a reason?

John: His lovely mum and dad. A fine example of married life. I get that.

TLD

John: I cheated on you, Mary. There was a woman on the bus, and I had a plastic daisy in my hair, I’d been playing with Rosie. And this girl just smiled at me. That’s all it was, it was a smile. We texted, constantly. You want to know when? Every time you left the room - that’s when. When you were feeding our daughter. When you were stopping her from crying - that’s when. And that’s all it was. Just texting. But I wanted more. And do you know something? I still do. I’m not the man you thought I was, I’m not that guy. I never could be. But that’s point. John was mirroring what Sherlock’s father did, but he still has to attain the fine example of married life.

TFP: The mirror is placed back above the heart(h), possibly a new one bought (even though we don’t see glass shards), which means we still need it…

chanyeol:

teaching you to play guitar

a/n: i wrote this fro my dear friend connie who never fails to help cheer me up whenever i need it and she knows just how to make me smile. i appreciate how much i can depend on her and i hope she knows she can on me. so @midnight–fandoms this is a lil thank you ∩( ・ω・)∩

Originally posted by chanshine

“okay so if you put this finger on that fret - wait no no like this -” he giggled at how your fingers wouldn’t quite stretch enough to make a bar chord, your small fingers struggling at the difficult pull.

“chanyeol! i can’t do it, just give up now. i’m not good at this kind of thing.”

you let out a huff and took the guitar strap off.

“connie, you can’t give up so easily, you’re so close to being able to play this song! and then you can show everybody how talented and special you are!”

you hung your head and let your hair fall in front of your face, trying not to show your defeat. he crouched down to your size, the ends of his sneakers showing down below your vision. his thumb reached though your light hair to pull up your chin, his dark eyes connecting with your bright blue ones.

“please don’t give up so easily, i believe you can do this,” his mouth widened into his soft smile, “i’ll always love you no matter what.”

he leaned in to peck your nose softly, before grabbing your hands and placing them back on the guitar.

“i’ll try.”

he grinned at you and gave you a quick hug, squeezing you tightly.

“that’s all i ask.”

you put your fingers back how he showed you earlier, the strain of the bar chord hurting, but worth it.

chanyeol’s towering stature loomed over you as you tried to focus, but his gaze was distracting enough to make the chord go wrong and make a very off key noise with the guitar.

“chanyeol, sweetie, it’s hard to pay attention when your watching me like a hawk.”

“aish! i’m so sorry sweetheart, i’ll let you concentrate now,” and with that, he left a quick kiss on your forehead, “and babe remember - fighting!”

he gave you hand hearts before he skipped out of your room to leave you in peace. you chuckled at your boyfriend’s antics but at the same time, you didn’t know what you’d do with out them.

BTS Imagines || Bangtan Baddies AU; Long

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Bangtan Sonyeondan is South Korea’s #1 gang. They live in Seoul but have inhabited other places before e.g. Busan, Daegu etc. One day while walking home from taekwondo lessons, you meet the gang and they kidnap you as their errand girl. Here’s their overall view on you. (Watch more in the Youtube link above.)


JUNGKOOK - Upon meeting you, Jungkook is very salty and insulting. He only calls you to do his dirty work and barely says your name, only referring to you as Bangtan’s ‘errand girl.’ His usual nicknames for you would be pabo (idiot) and stupid. He’ll get embarrassed when you do something nice for him and scold you, shooing you away.


Helps you up because you broke a glass plate and you were bleeding on the ground.


“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” Still proceeds to help you.

Originally posted by jengkook



TAEHYUNG - Taehyung was a bit difficult to figure out at first. He was very quiet and didn’t interact with you much. But he always watched you around the house as you performed chores and errands. He wanted to interact with you and came off lively and energetic. It shocked you how much he changed his personality when he talked to you. You favoured him over most of the other gang members because he wasn’t as cruel as the other few.


“Hey Y/N, you forgot to do my dishes…

please?”

Originally posted by hellosarang



JIMIN - Park Jimin was the big flirt of the group. Always teasing you while you were doing their work and frustrating you. He always attempt something inappropriate and often sexual, only to his demise, finding out that you knew taekwondo. Other than that, he was neutral. His off days, he would give you a dark glare, other days he’ll non-stop want to chatter with you, throwing in some flirts.


“Hey Y/N, you better empty this too.”


“What? Which one?” Taking out the trash bags.


Grabs your hand and points to your ring finger. “I’ll be waiting, jagi~” Winks.


“Get out of my face, Park Jimin.”

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

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Kei Motoori

Kei is a relatively new host in the club, and is still learning the ropes from Minori. He’s a science geek, and the megane troupe is something he monopolises on, impressing patrons with his vast knowledge in intellectual pursuits. He’s already quite popular, megane and punk being an odd combination, and he’s enjoying the job so far; even though Masahiko and Shinji keep warning him that it’s not all flirty comments and Champaign. He prefers being called by his given name, as he doesn’t really like his family name.

Shinji Iwahashi

Shinji likes the “bad boy” troupe, even with his love of pastel purple. He’s got a perverted sense of humour, and likes to attempt to steal Masahiko’s female customers; they’re very friendly to each other, however, and have a close bond to Kei as well. They’re all on first name terms, too. The scar on his cheek wasn’t there when he started hosting; Minori hit him in the face with a beer bottle one night, by accident. He’s still popular, however; the scar just adds to his image.

Minori Jo

Masahiko’s “arch nemesis”, in Masa’s words. Minori isn’t that intelligent, but still has a charm with customers in the host club. He takes a lot of pride in his appearance, bleaching and curling his hair, and making sure his clothes make him stand out from the other hosts. Masahiko thinks he’s just fake and immature, ironically, and constantly threatens to “rip those fake as fuck extensions out”.

anonymous asked:

can you help me find this fic where it's high key pining Emma but an oblivious Killian please it's cute and fluffy !

hey sweetie. you’re not giving me much. do you remember if it’s a multichapter or one shot, in progress or not, any detail that stands?

i don’t know if it’s the one you’re looking for, but i’m rec’ing it anyway. it’s very sweet

Steady (A Saviory Sweets AU) by @seriouslyhooked

AU where Emma owns a cafe (Saviory Sweets) with Mary Margaret. Killian is a local Police Captain and he thinks that Emma is dating Graham because the two are so close. It confuses Killian when Emma flirts with him. A bit of miscommunication eventually leading to fluff/smut, this story will include Captain Swan, Snowing, Red Hunter and others TBD. Inspired by “Steady” by Hey Ocean!

anonymous asked:

JungKook scenario where the reader is the gf. She's one year ynger and suffers bullying at school, JK doesn't know until he finds a box with notes such as "U r so ugly" "Go away" "Disappear" "We all hate you" in your room. He decides to visit her high school to see what's happening and finds out how her classmates treat his gf, like an scene where the students beat hear? So she cries alone. Kind of sad, if it's too rude it's ok not do it~

hello good morning/afternoon~ 

From: Jungkook~

Have a good day at school, cutie. Do you work and study hard! I’ll try to visit you between schedules. I love you, okay? Don’t be late for class!

You looked at the message with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know how you were so lucky to have Jeon Jungkook as your boyfriend. Since you two had been dating, he’d been nothing but amazing to you, and had always kept a smile on your face and love in your heart. But you could only keep up the façade of being entirely happy for so long.

You rose from bed and automatically winced at the pain in your side from when a student pinched you yesterday… what had you done to deserve the cruelty from your classmates? Why did they chose to treat you this way… why would they treat anyone this way?

Each day that you rose from bed to go to class was filled with agony. You didn’t wanna face your bullies. You wanted to hide away and stay in your room. The pain that they filled you with was too much to bear. People ran away from their bullies all the time… why weren’t you allowed to?

“Mom?” You said, entering the kitchen. You saw your mother putting her keys in her purse as she rushed to leave for work.

“Yes, sweetie? Make it quick; I’m running late.”

“I don’t feel so good. Can I stay home today?”

She looked up at you and groaned. “You can’t keep doing this. You have to go to school. Now, go get in the shower. If I hear that you skipped today, you’re grounded for a week—no, a month.”

It wasn’t your mother’s fault that she was so calloused to your wanting to stay home—you’d never told her of your situation. Hell, you’d never told anyone. You were too ashamed. The “mother, I don’t feel good” method had worked maybe once or twice, but she eventually caught on to you wanting to skip school, and now she never trusted when you didn’t want to go to class. She kissed your forehead before exiting.

“I’ll be going now. Have a good day in school!” She said as she closed the front door behind her. You sighed, folding your arms and standing in solitude.

You entered school quickly, trying to just walk and mind your own business as always, hoping the students would ignore you as you wanted them to.

And as always, they didn’t.

“Hey! Hey!” You heard a familiar unruly voice say behind you. You walked faster. “Is she ignoring me? Has she lost her mind? Hey, dumb ass!” The boy said, and you felt someone roughly grab your shoulder.

You flinched as you were turned around. The boy and his friends stood, towering over you, smiling mischievously.

“Did you ignore me on purpose?” He asked, feigning a pout.

You shook your head. “N-no, I-”

You jumped as your books were smacked out of your hand, and your binder fell apart as it crashed onto the floor. He and his friends laughed, and he patted your head. “Pick up your raggedy binder. And fix your hair.” He said coldly before he and his friends walked away.

These were the main students who’d made your life hell for the past year. Last year, the school got a new Korean-American student who suffered great bullying because of his weight. While helping him with his Korean and befriending him, his bullies quickly became yours. And when he transferred because of the bullying he faced, the bullies ganged up on you solely. It all happened so quickly that you didn’t even know how to tell your family members around you. You were never popular, but you’d never been bullied before. The pain was unbearable as your bullies abused you mentally and physically. You didn’t know how to be vocal about it. It was too embarrassing. It was too scary.

You walked to your classroom, and as you entered, the class fell silent as always. No one ever bothered to defend you, or even bother talking to you. The friends that you had before the bullying started had left your side, informing you that being around you risked them being bullied as well. You were all alone.

You sat in your desk, and immediately stood as you felt liquid seeping in through your skirt. You looked down, and noticed spilled milk in your seat. Snickers filled the classroom as the class laughed at you, and began to snap pictures of your soiled uniform.

“That’s enough,” the instructor said, entering the class. “______, go clean yourself up.” She said absent-mindedly. You were used to your teachers brushing bullying aside. Your school was highlighted as one of the best schools in Seoul, and to save face, bullying was often ignored or brushed under the rug. They figured if they didn’t say anything, maybe the problem would just… disappear.

You went to the bathroom quickly, milk from your skirt running down your leg.

Once you rinsed all of the milk out of your skirt, you held it under the hand dryer, feeling lucky that the milk had barely gotten on your underwear. You didn’t even wanna go back into the classroom. School had literally just started and you were already having a rough time. You closed your eyes and sighed, trying to calm yourself down.

“Hey,” you heard Jungkook’s voice say softly in your mind. You imagined him standing there with you, holding your hand. “It’ll be okay. Smile. I love you.”

You opened your eyes and exhaled. How easier things would be if he could be here with you all of the time. You readjusted your now clean skirt and headed back into the classroom reluctantly.

The day ended, and you headed home quickly. The rest of the day was almost as rough as the first few moments. A new bruise had begun to form on your leg from when one of the girls in your class tripped you on your way out of the school, and you tried not to obviously limp. You were just happy to be out of there.

As you turned the corner to your house, your eyes brightened immediately as you saw Jungkook sitting on your porch, a smile on his face as he saw you.

“Jungkook!” You yelped, running to him. He held his arms out to you, and when you met up with him, he held you tightly, spinning you around as you two embraced. You felt all the horrors of the day leave you and be replaced with tender happiness. You exhaled against him, feeling entirely content for the first time today.

He looked at you and kissed your forehead. “I missed you.” He said, cupping your face. You smiled.

“I missed you, too. Come in! Are you hungry? We can order a pizza.” You said, letting him into your home.

As Jungkook sat in the living room ordering pizza, you went to your bedroom to sit your books down. You counted the books brought home, and groaned when you realized you didn’t have your agenda.

“Dang it,” you huffed, opening your backpack and hoping you’d left it in there—only to be greeted by a wad of papers.

Your heart immediately stung. You knew they were all notes from your classmates, probably placed there when you were cleaning your skirt. You opened one.

No one here likes you.

Another.

Go away.

Another.

You’re disgusting!

As you read them, they became harder and harder to decipher with the tears building in your eyes. You sniffled, wiping your eyes.

“No,” you mumbled. “I’m here with Jungkook, and I’m happy. I won’t worry him with my tears.” You told yourself, taking the papers and holding them in your hand.

You reached under your bed into an old shoebox, and took off the lid, and looked at the other notes collected from over the past couple of months from other times your classmates decided to leave you notes. You placed them in there quickly, and slid the box back under your bed.

“I have to go now. We have a program to be at in a few hours.”

You smiled. “I’ll be sure to watch it. Do well!”

He leaned in to your ear. “When you see me hold up a heart during my part, it’ll be for you, okay?”

You laughed. “Okay. I’ll anticipate it. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He said softly, kissing your cheek, and parting. You sighed, sitting back on the couch where he once was.

And once again, you were alone.

The next day of school started, and you were once again reluctant to leave the house. As you walked to your classroom, you heard a group of students talking.

“Did you see Bangtan’s live stage yesterday?”

“Yes! Jungkook was so cute~ did you see his hand heart? He’s so precious!”

You could only smile to yourself, knowing it was directed at you. It felt like your personal, precious secret. There had been rumors of Jeon Jungkook being in a relationship, but the suspected girlfriends were always in girl groups or trainees, never an ordinary girl like you. Part of you wanted the relationship to come out with hopes that maybe if your classmates knew who your boyfriend was, they’d leave you alone, but you knew Jungkook wanted your identity kept hidden for your safety, which was something you appreciated… if only he knew you weren’t even safe in your own school environment.

You sat in your desk and pulled out your phone.

From: Jungkook~

I have a surprise for you ♥

You smiled.

To: Jungkook~

Really? I can’t wait oppa!

You held your phone in your hand and sat up straight in your desk, excited for whatever surprise he was setting up for you.

“Hey,” one of your bullies said, approaching you. The smile on your face shattered quickly. “Sorry about the milk thing yesterday.” He told you, a blank look on his face.

You swallowed. “I-It’s okay.”

“Yeah, we wanted to show you one way or another how much of a cow you are.” He said, feigning a sweet smile. His friends snorted at you, and you jumped when one of them pried your phone from your hands.

Oh no! What if they see that I’m texting Jungkook? Will they know it’s Bangtan’s Jungkook?

You luckily noticed that the screen was locked, and that they wouldn’t be able to see your messages, or your pictures with Jungkook. Still, you wanted your phone back.

“Please give it back!” You said quickly, and immediately regretted your tone of voice.

“Hey, hey,” one of the boys said, frowning at you. “Who are you raising your voice at? Don’t be disrespectful to us; are you dumb?” He reached for your side again, and pinched you again in the same spot that he had earlier in the beginning of the week, and you yelped in your seat, feeling the sting radiate through you. He twisted the skin for what felt like hours before yanking away. As he did so, his friend dropped your phone on the ground, and stomped on it once.

“Your phone’s a piece of crap, anyway.” He tsked, and the walked away, leaving you at your desk. You leaned down to get it, and gasped when you felt just how sensitive your side actually was now.

Trembling, you grabbed your phone, now with a shattered screen. You sniffled, trying desperately not to cry, as you knew crying in front of them only made them abuse you more.

So, you sucked up the pain yet again.

You headed home slowly, for every step that you took caused more and more pain in your side, and your limp from yesterday threatened to come back. You felt so overwhelmed with pain.

Why did they do this to you? You never did anything to anybody. You’d always been kind and nice to everyone, and you never judged or made fun of anyone for anything. You preferred to be unseen, fading into the back. You didn’t want to be the basis of anyone’s attention, definitely not the attention you were getting from your classmates. How long would you have to put up with this? Who said this would stop after you would graduate? What if they followed you to college, to the work field, and throughout your life? You couldn’t deal with this pain. It was too much. You didn’t want to face them anymore. You couldn’t face them anymore.

“_______?” You heard Jungkook’s voice, and you realized you were in front of your house. He stood at your porch once again, a heart-shaped red balloon in his hands. A look of pure horror and concern face as his eyes became more and more worried as he saw you standing there, limping and crying, holding your side.

“J-Jungkook–”

“What happened to you?” He said, approaching you quickly and holding your face. The concern on his face made you feel sadder. In all of the pain and heartache in your life, here he was, genuine and pure and in love with you. It made you cry more. He took you by the hand and brought you inside.

Jungkook sat you down at the kitchen table. Since he preferred to go somewhere quiet and unknown to the public when he was off of schedule, you snuck him a key to your house to stay there while your parents were away for work. He sometimes used this to his advantage to surprise you, like today—only he hadn’t expected to find you in the state that he found you.

“What happened?” He asked you again, looking you in the eye. You could only look at him sadly.

“I… at school, I… I tripped, and broke my phone-”

“Your phone’s been crushed in, _______. This isn’t just some crack from ‘tripping.’ Your phone is literally crushed. Someone did this purposefully. And you’re limping and holding your side! What happened? Who did this to you?”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to tell him. He’d be so worried about you, and you didn’t want him worrying about anything while he was so busy with his schedules like this.

“Jungkook…” you sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I promise… I promise. I just tripped.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Because I was embarrassed that I tripped in front of everyone! Jungkook, I promise. I’m fine, okay? My phone is in the state it’s in because when it flew out of my hand, a boy stepped on it accidentally. I promise, oppa. I’m fine.”

He shook his head, not believing you for a moment… but he didn’t want to be too persistent. It was obviously something you didn’t want to talk about, and he didn’t want to pressure you into talking about more than you wanted to. Instead, he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Okay,” he whispered to you as he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry for not believing you.” He told you.

You hugged him tighter. You wanted him to know so desperately. You wanted him to help you so badly… but you were too afraid to worry him. You couldn’t put that pressure on him.

“What was the surprise?” You asked him, remembering his text from earlier.

He smiled. “Go in your room and see.”

You headed back to your room steadily, ignoring the pain you felt in your side to keep him from noticing. When you opened the door, you smiled a giddy smile, noticing the small picnic setup he’d put there as a guitar rested on your bed.

“Jungkook! This is so cute!” You cooed, sitting down on the blanket he’d set down. He sat next to you, grabbing his guitar.

“You like it? I wanted to do something for you since I’ve been so busy lately… can I play you something?”

You nodded, a smile on your face. He began to strum the instrument lightly, and started to sing Lost Stars to you. You always appreciated him singing to you. It was always so intimate, a side to him that wasn’t available on radio shows or live stages. It was just you and him. He wasn’t BTS’ maknae at times like these or an idol. He was just your sweet and incredible boyfriend.

And you were his beautiful and kindhearted girlfriend who he’d began to feel scared for. What weren’t you telling him? You were obviously not okay… why didn’t you trust him with whatever information you were keeping from him? You weren’t as good of a liar as you thought. He read right through you, and he knew something was wrong. He knew someone was hurting you.

As he finished his song, he looked at you, tears in your eyes.

“Ahh,” you laughed, wiping your tears. “That was so beautiful; I can’t believe I’m crying!”

It began to pain him, seeing you so obviously hurt but still managing to smile. He quickly leaned over to you and kissed your lips.

You blinked. “What was that for?”

“I love you.” He told you. You smiled.

“I love you, too, Jungkook.” You reached over to get some food from the picnic setup, not noticing him still staring at you carefully. He was scared for you. What you were dealing with had to be something serious for you to not share it with him.

I have to find out what’s going on, he thought to himself, watching you. I have to find out on my own and help her. I can’t just watch her suffer like this.

You had a good feeling in your heart. You felt good at school for the first time in months. Yesterday with Jungkook was magical. He always put such a wonderful and warm feeling in your heart. You felt so lucky to have him.

“Hey, cow!” You heard your bullies call behind you. Still, the good feeling in your heart lingered. You didn’t want to let them bother you today. You were so happy. Did they really have to mess that up right now?

You kept walking.

“Hey! I know you hear me!” One of the boys called. You continuously ignored them. What would they do, trip you again? Spill more milk on you? Pinch you again? They’d caused you so much pain over the past year, how else could they hurt you? What could you take that you hadn’t already experienced from them?

In that moment, you felt yourself being pushed into the lockers. You toppled over, falling to the ground, your books falling out of your hands.

When you reached to get them, your cheek was kicked roughly, and you could only fall over and grab your face, entirely shocked.

You began to tremble with pain. Did he just… kick you in the face? The taste of blood filled your mouth, and you sat there, shaking, now more scared of him than you’d ever been.

“You keep ignoring me! Do I not deserve respect? Are you too good to answer me?” He yelled at you, punching the top of your head. You curled up, trying to block his hits. You were so unbelievably frightened now. You wanted to apologize for ignoring him, but you knew that meant nothing. He was pissed now, angrier than you’d ever seen him. He wasn’t gonna stop hitting you.

So, you ran for it. Leaving your books, leaving the droplets of blood from your mouth that had dripped on the floor, you ran to the bathroom, tears and blood streaking on your face.

You cried hysterically on the bathroom floor, holding your cheek and your chest, as your heart was beating so rapidly. You were actually scared. For the briefest moment in your mind, you feared that he would’ve beaten you past the point of ignoring the pain. You would’ve walked away with a broken limb or worse. He was completely relentless today. And you were his method of relief for whatever reason.

There was a lot of commotion outside of the bathroom door suddenly. Screams and yells were heard, and running footsteps sounded in the halls.

What happened? Had he gotten in trouble by administrators? If so, you wanted to be able to tell them what had happened to you. You wanted to say something now. The way he treated you—the way they all treated you—couldn’t go on any longer.

You braced yourself and opened the bathroom door, only to stop in your tracks completely.

Jungkook stood there, a look of anger on his face that you’d never seen before, as your bully rested on the ground, cowered over the same way you previously were, and holding his face. Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the mouth, making you jump.

“How dare you put your disgusting hands on someone like that?” He screeched out through punches, hitting your bully repeatedly in the face. He drew his hand back for another punch.

“Jungkook!” You yelled, still trembling. Your heart felt as if it would explode. He came… he saw you being abused by one of your bullies. You knew this wouldn’t be good for him. You knew news of him fighting a high school student would get out and make headlines. You wanted to stop him, even though he was the first and only person to do anything about your situation.

He looked up, and when he saw you, his face softened. Dropping your bully’s collar, he went to you, and pulled you into a tight hug, and you saw everyone around stare at the embrace.

“You’re shaking,” he said, his voice breathy. You could tell he was filled with adrenaline. You put your hands on his face to calm him. “I…I came in, and I… I saw him hitting you…”

You smiled, shaking your head to silence him. “Thank you. You have to go, Jungkook. You’ll get in trouble for fighting him.”

He grabbed your hands. He was almost in disbelief how in a moment like this, with blood and tears still on your face, you managed to be concerned for him. “You’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you in here with these students. Come on,” he said, holding your hand and walking with you out of the school as everyone stared on silently.

“Thank you… yes, I’ll tell her. Thank you.” Jungkook stood with his phone in hand, contacting your mother. You were stunned silent that he’d actually called her. When he hung up, he turned to look at you. “Your mom is devastated that you didn’t tell her. She almost didn’t believe me.”

You sighed, scooting back on the couch as you took the ice pack he’d given you off of your cheek. So much had happened. You couldn’t even think about your own situation as you feared for Jungkook. News would come out about this. You would be known as the rumored girlfriend. He would be known as the idol that beat up that kid in his girlfriend’s class.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going through this?”

“Because you worry so much. And you have so much on your plate, Jungkook, I don’t want to worry-” He cut you off by kissing you softly on the lips. When he pulled away, he touched your hand.

“I don’t care what I’m going through or how stressed or busy I am,” he began, “I will always have time for you. Don’t ever hide things like this from me, okay? Your safety and your happiness is my top priority. Promise me that if something this serious is happening to you again, you’ll let me know immediately.”

“I promise.”

He then pulled you into a tight hug. “You’re transferring schools.” He said as he pulled away. Your eyes grew.

“W-what? Transferring where?”

“To the School of Performing Arts. My school.”

You almost choked on air. “What? I can’t go there, I can’t even sing.”

He smiled at you. “Remember when you told me you wanted to study abroad for Communications?”

You blinked at him. “You remember that? I was just talking, I didn’t really mean to-”

“Communications is offered. And from there you can study journalism or broadcasting or anything. Anything to keep you close to me and away from those assholes at your old school.” He squeezed your hand. “Everyone there is either an idol or a future idol. And the ones who aren’t are there to be close to idols or protected by them. Thirty percent of my class are just younger siblings of idols who need better protection from their schools. You’re my girlfriend, and I’ll protect you.”

You could only smile at him, amazed at how wonderful he was. Jungkook was truly like your own angel. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I love you. I’m not gonna let any bad things happen to you from now on, okay?” He promised you, holding up his pinky finger.

You laughed, and wrapped your pinky around his. “Okay.”

okay i was working on this one for a while since i was so worried about it turning out strangely. also bully scenarios always make me so upset. bullying is such an awful thing Dx thank you for your submission!

Ahhhh, that episode of Natsume Yuujinchou. my heart.

;A; So sweet

I love they like, low key know that there’s something weird about him, but at the same time are like ‘eh’ and befriended Natsume anyways. And they don’t push him on it either.

Like you don’t come away from either of those incidents without getting an inkling that something’s going on.

Thi show will kill me with it’s friendships. So good and pure and great.