Title: I've Changed, Won't You See?

title: i've changed, won't you see?

pairing: prohero!katsuki x reader

summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.

tags: silent voice inspired!! childhood bully katsuki :(, disabled reader, mentions of violence, angst to fluff, su1cide attempt, comfort, implied nsfw, no proofread

(a/n: i wanted to give my hand at really long works while doing drabbles in between but i have so many drafts now jajsjsj)

wc: ~4k

your eyes were always blurry around him it seemed. your hands shaking as your voice cracked, just begging him. "please leave me alone!" with all the might a five year old could muster.

they scoffed at you, they always did. "crybaby. blame your parents for not giving you a quirk. you should've moved when i told you to anyways, it's my park dont you know?" katsuki mocked, moving closer to you, noticing the card behind your back.

"stop being so mean! quirkless people don't do anything wrong!"

"quirkless don't do anything."

your chest was heaving with pain, your little heart couldn't take it. "you-- you'll never be a hero, you're too mean!"

in an act of rage, he set off an explosion. it was only meant to intimidate you but..

once the smoke settled your screams of terror filled the playground.

blood dripped on the floor, pooling in your hand as your grasped your ear. a ringing was all you could hear, it was driving you crazy.

were you crying? you couldn't tell, you couldn't hear. your eyes were shut as you were filled with panic, the smell of iron flooding your senses.

but katsuki remembered so much more.

the smell of the burned cartilage of your ear, the sight of it, or rather the lack of. the blood that wouldn't stop coming, why wasn't it stopping?

his group that usually rallied behind him was now gone, leaving him and a wailing you alone. he tried to talk to you, but you weren't responding.

he grew the courage to touch you, tapping on your shoulder slowly, but that didn't comfort you. in fact he thought it made it worse, making you bow your head in a defensive position.

he stared at you, unable to move, he was supposed to be a hero like allmight, were you right?

finally, a teacher came running to get you, an ambulance already on the way. they didn't look at katsuki, only at the pitiful state you were in.

you didn't respond to them either.

katsuki felt sick as he stood where you and the teacher had left them. he felt sick as he looked down to the remains of what he'd done to you.

he couldn't process it yet, but he felt a sickening despair and guilt be placed upon his shoulders.

one that wouldn't disappear.

he wasn't blamed for anything, only getting a quirk consolation. they thought he lost control? his parents eyed him as he tried to explain what had truely happened, he didn't know why he was trying, did he want to get punished?

but even after, nothing was done. with a lecture and a couple promises he was sent back to class with nothing done to him.

your life was changed forever though, it was apparent in the way that you seemed even more quiet and closed off. you sat in the back, never spoke to anyone, and got teary eyed when he even stood close to you.

your hair covered your ears constantly, a hearing aid peeking through the strands occasionally. the teacher never forced you to participate, none of them ever made an effort.

the teacher had explained to the class how you were completely deaf in one ear, and extremely hard of hearing in the other. how you'd use sign language from now on, and that the class would learn some in support. they never did though, the conversation going ignored as soon as it was uttered.

you were pulled out of class often, the teacher having to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. your eyes dejected and your presence small as the person who came to get you made gestures with their hands to you.

you'd been cruelly placed in matching classes 'til your last years of junior high. you'd stayed the same way for forever, it was like a weight placed over his chest.

yet he felt he deserved it. he knew he was messed up. he watched you, a lot. he saw you in the back corners, usually forgotten and ignored. when you were acknowledged you were mocked, people making random hand signs to make fun of the way he forced you to communicate, mocking your unconfident speech right after.

he saw the way you sunk into yourself afterwards, making his heart hurt as you grew impossibly smaller. your hands held your own as you prayed for it to be over.

everytime you'd catch him in the halls, you'd still freeze up. your breath shaky as you bowed and left quickly, making his friends laugh but make him queasy.

that interaction was witnessed by your teacher who, after a day of you not showing up, assigned him to give you your work for the day.

with sweaty palms and a racing heart, he dropped by your house. he knew where it was, of course he did, your mom and his were close industry friends even after the incident.

because you'd never told anyone about what he'd do to you.

he knocked on the door, attempting to seem nonchalant. when you answered though, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.

"[name], uh-- this is your work."

you didn't respond, you looked almost nauseous at the sight of him, it was deserved though.

he placed your work on the floor and walked off, that was the only time he'd spoken to you since the incident,

and he couldn't even apologize.

- - -

U-A wouldn't only be a dream for him, but a release for you both. was it selfish to want to run away from his problems? sure, but it'd help you too.

as everyone in the class exclaimed the names of the schools they picked, unsurprised at katsuki's choice, he pondered on where you'd go.

nobody asked you, so you didn't speak. staying quiet as you looked out the window.

katsuki got accepted into U-A easily, but he couldn't help but feel he lacked the main criteria. he'd hurt people poorly, and couldn't apologize because of his ego.

he felt sick to accept these accomplishments of his, knowing it'd be built up on the foundation of hurting you.

but he did anyway, selfishly. he kept up his harsh demeanor in U-A anyways, working hard and scoring high. he graduated top of his class, job offers to agencies left and right.

he accepted one, working for his old internship officially now. he climbed the ranks quickly, saving lives and catching the attention of the media.

a couple years later, he was a steady number five hero when he took a patrol route over for deku. as he strolled through the city, stores littering the buildings, he saw someone he never thought he'd see again.

you, only now working for your mothers seamstress company. you were embroidering something on the station, hands precise and focused, not noticing him.

he had to keep moving, but.. he made a mental note to come back later.

he finished his patrol anxious, he went to sleep thinking of what he'd even say to you. 'hey sorry for ruining your life, can you forgive me?' he slapped his forehead in frustration.

he searched up basic sign language for beginners, learning a bit. he laughed at the stupid thoughts of your forgiveness that he dreamt of.

"as if i deserve it." he muttered, looking deeply at the ceiling of his room before falling asleep.

as soon as he awoke, he got dressed and prepared. he tried to look causal, as if he wasn't planning this.

he walked in, immediately greeted by your mother who congratulated him on his heroics. "well isn't that dynamite? saving the world i see."

he laughed politely. "i'll be number one soon enough."

"of course! well, what're you looking for? i'll give you a family discount, you grew up so close to [name] didn't you?"

his heart jumped into his throat.

"uh.. we did."

"you two were so adorable! she was so nervous around you, she must've had a crush on you or something!"

"i definitely don't think so."

"oh, you're just being modest." she said, hitting his arm lightly. "there she is now, go and speak to her."

"uh-- i--"

"go!" she shoved him in your direction, making you look up to see him. your lips parted in an unrecognizable expression as you saw him, the line you were working on now crooked as you were left alone together.

it's been about ten years hadn't it? ten years since he last saw you, but a lifetime he needed to apologize for.

he'd learned so much in U-A, outwardly changing his demeanor to what he always aspired to be. but all that meant nothing to you, who only experienced him at his worst.

he awkwardly raised his hand up to you, he did his best to sign while speaking, his hands shaky and unconfident. "hi [name], i'm really sorry about what happened back then."

your eyes followed the movements, your hands absentmindedly wrapping around yourself loosely, defensively.

"i know this is a lot but,

can we be friends?"

he waited anxiously for you to answer, you looking as if you were processing it.

in a grown up, yet timid voice, one that he hadn't heard since you were young, you almost whispered, signing as you did so out of reflex. "thank you, bakugo." your eyes grew watery. great, he just couldn't seem to stop making you cry.

he sat near you after getting wordless permission to, hanging onto every word you spoke, and being mindful to speak in a calm tone himself.

"i.. i'd like a friend, honestly. a new one anyways."

he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you said that, but still, it wasn't enough.

he wanted to, no needed to make you happy. the years of torment he subjected you to couldn't be made up by anything less than years of happiness.

after a bit of small talk, him asking you questions about what you'd been up to, how your life was treating you. he zoned out a couple times, thinking of how beautiful you've become.

"what would make you happy, [name]?" he finally said, his head supported on his hand as he gazed at you, making sure to enunciate his words so you could read his lips.

"what makes you ask?"

"i-- i want to make you happy. no matter the cost, it's what you deserve."

she laughed softly at that, her eyes flickering with an indistinguishable expression. "...i always wanted to travel. around the world, to see mountains and landscapes."

"then i'll take you."

"you don't have t--"

"i do. and ill do more [name], what i did to you was-- is horrible. you know that."

"i..

okay, okay bakugo."

"katsuki."

you smiled, "katsuki."

going from having very limited contact with your only friend from high school, to having a prohero come to your shop everyday was jarring. but not unwelcomed.

he brought gifts with him everytime, learning what you'd like and not. it ranged from food to stuffed animals, flowers to accessories, all of which you really appreciated.

you grew closer, eventually starting to meet outside of your mother's shop. at the park or walking around the mall, he'd take you anywhere you wanted to go. he'd pay for everything too, despite your reluctance.

he kept his word to you, and at the end of the month he asked you to come up to his apartment.

a penthouse.

as you walked in, greeted by the shimmering atmosphere of the expensive furniture and decor all around, abstract paintings and trophies littering shelves on the walls.

you stood by the front entrance, taking off your shoes as you walked in. "katsuki?" you asked, looking around.

he came out, a tiny smile on his face. "ya made it." he had something behind his back, "come in [name]."

the apartment was huge to say the least, it becoming even bigger than it looked from the entrance. he guided you to his plush couch, sitting next to you.

"so, i know you said you dreamt of traveling, right?"

at your nod, he pulled out the tickets from behind his back. "i.. got this tickets for you. i didn't want to push it in case you didn't want me to go with you but--"

you cut him off with a hug, tackling him into the couch.

"of course i want you to come,

katsuki."

you signed his name differently than other times,

you'd finally made a name for him.

he hugged back mindfully, so excited to finally have a huge first step in the right direction.

but he still needed to make you happy. "we'll leave in two days if that's okay, i just wanted to give you time to pack."

"okay, that's good."

"do you.. want to stay?" he asked nervously, the thought had popped into his mind and out his mouth in a millisecond.

you blinked, sitting up on his legs, pondering it over.

"sure, okay."

he put on some movies for the two of you, his heart was racing at the proximity of your body to his.

the night ended with you laid on top of him, fast asleep as he was comforted by the beating of your heart against his. your chest against his, his hand in your hair as your head laid in his neck.

he woke up first, to the sight of the gold light making you look heavenly, your hair messy from how he was playing with it throughout the night. your face was almost against his, he could kiss you right now.

but he shouldn't. he would move but he didn't want to couldn't, so he looked you over. you woke up to the feeling of his fingers caressing your face, your eyes half lidded from sleep.

"'suki. g'morning."

his heart was getting used to irregularly pounding around you at this point. "[name], uh-- hi."

after a couple moments, you got off of him, much to his discontent. his hands sliding down your legs as you got up.

"i'll be going now, i gotta pack and stuff." you said, looking in one of the many mirrors scattered around as you fixed your appearance as much as you could.

he nodded. "let me walk you home at least."

and he did walk you home, hand in hand.

those two nights he spent pondering over you. he didn't know why, but hero work felt much lighter after talking it out with you. becoming your friend was one of the best things he'd achieved in years, and that was including his recent rankings.

he thought back to how he treated you as a kid, had he really just been searching for your validation all along?

is that why it hurt when you told him he'd never amount to his dreams, because he only valued your opinion?

he let himself sleep, he'd see you tomorrow. and he'd make it all right.

he woke up and picked you up at your place, his expensive sports car standing out against the comfort of the neighborhood. you walked out, dressed simply but cute, a bag of your own in hand.

he grabbed it from you and placed it in the back, opening the passenger door for you as he drove to the airport. his hand on your thigh as he did so, letting you play the music you'd like with loud bass.

it was a half hour ride in comfortable silence, he gazed at you occasionally, a thoughtful expression on your face.

on the plane, you sat by the window. it was first class so you'd get to sleep in a physical bed, in a closed room. you were treated to whatever food and drinks you wanted, hugging katsuki when you found out you where you were heading.

the flight was a long eighteen hours, but it was spent hanging out with katsuki. on his lap asking him questions about the shows you two had watched, power scaling arguments about past heroes, fights he'd recently been in.

also what you two planned to do as you were there, you wanted to go to the beaches and mountains, he just wanted to follow you.

you fell asleep together again, your face laid directly in his chest as he held you.

you woke up to katsuki tapping you on the shoulder. as you raised the volume on your aids, you heard the beeping on the intercoms that meant you'd have to go back to your seats for the landing, groggily being helped up by katsuki as he moved you to to your seats.

you sat by the windows, looking at the tropical region as you two landed, your hand still in his. the moments after we're a blur, before you knew it you were in a car being buckled up by katsuki as you were being driven to your hotel.

what you didn't know was that it was a villa, built on top of the waters of the ocean, your very own private beach right outside your doors with the mountains you'd dreamt of treking right behind you.

you'd never been so happy.

the days you'd spent started and ended all the same, you waking up and going to sleep in katsuki's arms. pretending like you didn't notice how your bed hair got worsened after he played with it all night.

the first days you'd spent at the beach, attempting and failing at surfing. your jet lag was killed off by your utter excitement.

you being thankful your aids were water resistant because of how much you loved the waters of the river and the seas.

you'd had a sandcastle competition, sunbathed, and soaked off in the hot tub of your villa together.

the trek's were fun too, katsuki was annoyingly good at everything so you'd have to fight to keep up.

your polaroid in hand as you snapped candid shots of him, turning it to yourself as you got a selfie of you two with the gorgeous rivers as background.

you jumped into those too, making katsuki freak out as you dived in to the deep waters.

you even got to the top one day, jokingly saying that you should've brought a flag to the top to celebrate. the golden hours of the sunset making you glimmer.

a moment of silence passed over you as he slowly approached you, wordlessly asking for permission as you once again put your hands in his.

you leaned in first, kissing him with the sun as witness.

"i really like you [name]." he sighed and spoke after you pulled away.

"i like you too." you replied, hugging him tightly.

the rest of your trip was filled with your firsts with katsuki.

your first official date was in the burrows of the forest, a picnic where you two painted portraits of eachother. albeit, unique portraits... but painting nonetheless.

your first moment truly loving someone, the feeling you recognized as you laid him in your lap for the first time.

your first talk about what happened all those years ago. a deep one.

"[name], before we become something um.. official. we need to talk about how i hurt you." katsuki said one day, laying faced to you but taking your hands into his.

"kats--"

"let me speak. please." after you nodded, he took a breath and began.

"i was egotistical and really insecure all those years. you were the only one who really read me, that's why i think i got so upset.

i didn't mean to hurt you, i never wanted to hurt anyone i swear-- i just hated that you were right.

that weighed over me all these years, the fact that my hero work meant nothing if i was doing it while acting so.. unheroic.

i never fully felt like a hero, not until i met you again.

not until you graced me with your friendship, your undeserved affection towards me. i just-- i really care about you. and im really sorry, ill spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, and you don't have to accept it because i don't deserve it.

i guess what i'm trying to say is..

sorry, and.. i love you [name].

you don't have to--"

he was cut off by a kiss on his lips.

it felt different somehow, he couldn't place it. almost sad in a way as you pulled back.

"i don't think you were trying to hurt me. but, you did.

and you're working to change it, i appreciate that.

i really care for you too katsuki."

the rest of your trip was comfortingly domestic, learning things about each other you'd never know.

your last week was bittersweet, having to leave your jointed paradise was a reality that saddened the both of you. but your dream was fulfilled, and so was his.

seeing that he was the cause of your smiles and not your horror, making you happy was the light of his day. no, his life.

he thinks he was born to make you happy.

the flight back was a blur, you spent it clinging to him. you started to gift him your own things over the hours, a scrunchie of yours, a bracelet for him to keep.

a locket with a photo of you two, and the polaroid you'd taken on the mountains.

"why are you giving this all to me? not that i'm complaining."

"well, you'll get more use out of it. that's all."

he scrunched his face up in confusion, but with a smile you waved off his concerns.

he wished he pushed you more.

he wished that you'd forgive him for failing you once again, as he fought to take the razor blade out of your grip, slicing your hand in the process.

you were in your bathtub, surrounded by water yet fully clothed, tears and wails wracking your body as you just wanted it to be over.

you finally relented, your blood staining his clothes and the water as he picked you up. you couldn't hear him, you'd taken out your aid.

but you could feel his sobs, his tears hitting you as you shut your eyes, embarrassed of what you'd just done.

you were rushed to the hospital and given stitches, you were to be closely watched from your mom now on, you were told by an interpreter.

katsuki's eyes were red, matching his pupils as he looked at you.

he was frustrated, you could see it in the trembling of his fists and the scowl in his mouth. if he hadn't been there.. you would be dead.

why, he asked you. and to be honest, you really couldn't explain it yourself.

when you got home to your apartment, empty and reminding of your reality away from katsuki, you just felt so..

scared. what would happen when he finally got the validation he needed and left you? your whole life was quiet and tranquil, you'd gotten used to it. but he flipped it upside down again, showed you what your life really could be.

it was too much for you. you had to escape, so after sitting on it, tapping your leg anxiously as you pondered your decision, you went on your phone.

you went online and saw his life outside of you, how he had everything going for him yet what did you really have? a mom and a job at her company?

you grew impulsive, grabbing it absentmindedly and filling up the tub with the water you grown to love over the past month.

after you started bleeding, you panicked. what had you just done? but it was too late..

until he saved you from yourself.

you were zoning out. when you didn't answer him, he repeated himself, grabbing the interpreter so you could sign.

but still you said nothing, except a small sorry.

he left afterwards, leaving you alone in the bed to think.

you were back in your childhood room now, your mom having sobbed as she looked over your hands, as she asked you, "what the hell were you thinking?"

you looked at those glow in the dark stars and tried to find an answer, but there was none.

you held yourself to sleep for the first time in months, already missing him deeply.

little did you know, he was thinking about you too.

the next morning you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. assuming it was your mom, you got up and opened it.

it was katsuki instead, holding a bouquet of flowers and the locket you'd given him.

"can i come in?"

you opened the door wider, leading him to sit on your bed.

"katsuki i--"

"[name]. i don't know why you did what you did.. but i know it probably has something to do with me. so what did i do wrong?" he looked defeated, as if he thought it was his fault you tried to end your life.

"no! no that wasn't it at all. well, it was about you but not like that.

it's just.. i've been alone. for so long? having you around felt.. too good to be true. i didn't want to go back to how i was before. in a way, you were too good for me."

"you're.. an idiot. but i guess i understand."

"i just.. i really love how you treat me. i didn't want it to go away."

a moment of silence passes, a small anxious laugh leaving katsuki's lips.

"fuck, i thought you hated me. could barely sleep without you."

he pulled you into him, staring deeply into your eyes as he pulled you impossibly closer. he kissed you deeply. his worries, passions, and frustrations all poured out into it.

he pulled away, eyes half lidded as he asked gruffly.

"wanna take this back to my place?"

he took your last first away, gentle and loving as he guided you through it. reassuring you that he'd never leave you.

you moved in with him soon after, finding it hard to sleep without eachother, no matter how late he got back to your shared home.

he'd be welcomed back by the sight of you, who always tried and failed to stay up waiting for him. he'd pick you up, like always, and hug you to sleep.

he'd know he woke you up by the feeling of your smile in his chest, the way you tightened you arms around him.

he loved spending every waking moment he could with you. you were right though, he did break up with you after he got your validation.

...

but that's just an odd way to say he proposed to you, vowing to spend the rest of his life making you happy and fufiling your wishes one by one.

he changed not only himself, but the way you see yourself. he changed your relationships with yourselves and eachother for the better,

and as you walked down the aisle, your wedding planned by your two designer parents, being lavish and gorgeous. the silk on the floor being runway to your expensive shoes specially designed for you, the guests in awe of how gorgeous you are.

you both knew, you'd better eachother for better or for worse, for as long as you'd be together.

he signed 'i do', sealing the rest of your lives together,

with a kiss.

peripeteia | masterlist

teaser || part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30, part 31/final, epilogue

honee explains : soulmate stuff! , how the idiots came to be

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pintobean-army

4 years ago

A - Z with Yoongi

O: Outfits (some of my fav)

[cr. memories 2017: onextime91, season’s greetings 2021: @/joonie]

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pintobean-army

4 years ago

2seok being the sweetest hyungs

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pintobean-army

2 months ago

seventeen and nineteen

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pintobean-army

2 years ago

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 09

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: cussing, self doubt.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Yoongis launch party is the beginning of new things for you.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 3.5k

Gym bunny Masterlist ♡

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Jungkooks favorite part of working out is when he convinces you to get a victory dessert after the workout. Today‘s treat is Bingsu, your favorite type of dessert and his favorite type dessert to surprise you with. You sat in front of him passing his spoon to him and Jungkook feels at peace, like he was meant to be here at this moment sharing this dessert with you.

Even though Jungkook loved looking at you he was still confused on how you can have him under your spell every time. He can never seem to shake your spell off of him either, he’s tried focusing on the Bingsu in front of him but he was far more interested in watching you pick at the fruit that sat on top and then placing a piece in your mouth. Jungkook almost envied the fruit that got to touch your soft, glossy lips. He imagines himself cutely feeding you fruit only for him to pull it back and kiss you. Then you’d probably pout but that’s just another temptation for him to kiss your lips.

You hummed softly, loving the way the cold fruit cooled you down after your workout. But Jungkook couldn't pinpoint what it was but something about you was different and whatever it was that was different, was the reason why his heart shook with every word you spoke.

What was it?

Was it the way you smiled at him?

Or was it the after-glow of the sweat on your collar bones?

Or could it be the pretty dress you surprised him with that had him glued to you?

He doesn’t know. But he sighs, undoubtedly and unknowingly in love with you and your existence.

“Something on your mind kookie?” The way your softly cooed his nickname broke your wicked spell.

“Just thinking.” Jungkook shrugs while he stuffed his mouth with the cold shaved ice.

“About?”

He lets the taste of Bingsu melt in his mouth before he looks out the window to avoid your eyes. You're suspicious but he acts like he wasn’t just thinking about you,” Just thinking about what I’m going to wear to Yoongi Hyungs launch party.”

You perked up feeling excited all over at the mention of the launch party. You were ecstatic when Yoongi invited you but you were over the moon when Jungkook asked you to be his plus one. You haven’t been to a party in a while and you feel like it’s the perfect opportunity to showcase some new changes.

Jungkook hesitantly looks at you before speaking up again,” I’m also excited to see you in that new outfit you got.”

You blushed,” If I’m being honest, I’ve never worn anything like it before so I’m a little nervous about it.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jungkook reassures you but the bit of your lip tells him you are not feeling so nice about it,” you’re going to look amazing, it’ll be uncomfortable at first, yea but sometimes we need to reach out of our comfort zone to find confidence.”

You’re still overthinking and Jungkook could tell you don’t believe him, so he grabs your hand like he usually does when he‘s serious and bites his lip before letting his thumb smooth over yours in small circles.

“Y/n,” Jungkook makes sure you’re looking at him before he continues,” You’re going to look beautiful. You always do.”

You blush.

“Wanna know why you always look beautiful?”

“Why?”

“Because you are beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.” He ends his sentence with a big smile on is face and you’ve concluded that that was your favorite smile.

The launch party is that same weekend. You wanted to surprise Jungkook since he’s been hyping you up even without seeing the actual outfit. So you asked Yoon to drop you off, she does but not without asking if you were sure about your outfit.

Are you sure?

Do you even look cute?

You’re just going to embarrass yourself…

But you took a deep breath and remembered Jungkooks words.

You are beautiful.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.

You weren’t going to let her comments or your own insecurities push you down so you say yes, with a big smile on your face and no hint of regret. You arrive at the party, waving bye to Yoon and promising to bring her back party favors or leftover food. Inside the music is loud and warm, there’s not too many people but enough for it to be a successful launch. But you feel their eyes on you, and you start feeling a twinge of embarrassment because of it. You take another deep breath and recite the words that you’ve been practicing in the mirror for the past few months now.

You’re fine.

You look great.

It’s okay.

You’re beautiful.

You feel the nerves in your body calm down just enough for you to stand tall and feel the confidence that you’ve been working so hard on.

Nothing was going to ruin this night for you.

You don’t see Yoongi or Jungkook but you do see a table with a tall lady by it handing out black bags. She eyes you, probably asking herself the same thing Yoon asked but you feel too good to care. You take the bag and thank her, that’s when you finally spot Jungkook holding two drinks. You think he’s taking advantage of free food but when you walk over to him he slowly hands you one and that’s when you realized that maybe he’s been waiting for you.

Jungkook feels like his heart jumped out of his chest and leaped out the window. Seeing you like this, showing skin he’s never seen before is giving him a reaction that makes him want to pull you into the nearest closet and just look at you. You wore a light pink cropped blazer with a matching pencil skirt that ended mid thigh but what made Jungkook want to drool was the pink tube top that adorned your upper body. It showed your belly but you didn’t seem to mind, in fact you seemed the most confident he’s ever seen you and it was making his tummy churn.

“Hi.” You smile shyly, fixing your skirt and blushing like crazy. He wants to reassure you that you look beautiful, gorgeous, sexy but his mind can only muster up a mumbled hey. He sips his drink and tries again.

“I-I told you…You look- You look beautiful,” he hides behind his cup, looking at the red drink rather than you, which was really hard for him to do,” that’s the- the outfit they sent you?”

“Yes! It’s so comfy,” you blush because Jungkook is eyeing you up and down but you don’t feel weird like you usually would.

You feel good.

“The company wants to send me more stuff so I think I’ll accept it.” You smile and Jungkook chokes on his drink. You look at him worried but he assures you everything is fine.

It’s just you take his breath away, but he won’t tell you that because you seem shy and nervous as it is.

You smile and continue talking but at this point he’s in his own head because doesn’t want to think too much about your outfit, he doesn’t want to blush and he definitely doesn’t want the ache in his heart to hurt the way it does.

But he does and his heart hurts more than it’s ever hurt before.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself, his fingers tingle with need to touch you. He wants to run his hands through your curls and touch the corduroy fabric of your dress. More importantly, he wants to kiss you, so bad. You’re talking to him about something that he lost track of a while ago but he stares at your lips wanting to feel the sticky of your lip gloss against his own.

Your confidence is radiating off of you, almost like a glow. Jungkook confirms that you are indeed a goddess and he is just a simple commoner who wants to worship your being. There’s too many things he wants to do to you right now, but he won’t indulge in his fantasies because now he sees you turning around to leave and he panics.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook gently grabs your wrist and fights the urge to lace his fingers with yours.

“I-I just said?” You looked at him very confused, he looked out of it,” Yoongi called me over.”

“Oh,” Jungkook feels disappointed for some weird reason,”I’ll go- I’ll go get us more drinks then.”

You hum and Jungkook watches you walk over to where Yoongi was standing by a table full of his books. He sighs loudly before heading to the bar. Yoongi watches you walk over to him, he feels something scratchy in his chest because, fuck, you’re taking his breathe away and he’s loving every second of it. You’re finally in front of him and he nervously holds one of his books that he signed with a cute message on it for you. He hopes you don’t think he’s cocky but he really wants you to see his work. Yoongi has never cared about criticism or getting feedback since he follows the beat of his own drum but he really needs you to tell him that you like his stuff.

“T-This is for you.” Yoongi handed you his book but you gasped and almost whined, you’re the cutest thing Yoongi has ever seen and he swears his heart is yours.

“I was going to buy one later!” Still, you take the book from his hands and hug it to your chest tightly.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi blushes and moves his hair out of his face, anything to avoid your pretty eyes,” it’s expensive anyways.”

“Should you be saying that about your own book?” You squinted and saw the top corner of his lip twitch in a smile.

“I can say what I want about it. Plus I’m not the one to price it.”

You smile and Yoongi sighs as you open up the book to admire the pictures he took.

“Well, I think the price is perfect for the amazing art that’s in it. I saw the preview of it and I gotta say I absolutely love the shots you have in here.”

“Y-Yea?” Yoongi blushes.

You hummed,” Yea! I especially love the ones you did of Jungkook. He looks so cool.” You cooed and ran your fingers against the page that Jungkook was on. He was standing on a chair, wearing a black and white striped shirt with leather pants. It was something about the way he looked into the camera that had your heart shaking in your chest.

And Yoongi watched you with his own heart shaking, but for entirely different reasons. It was the way you looked at the photo that had Yoongi convinced that there was more to your friendship with Jungkook.

But Yoongi won’t indulge himself in heartbreak just yet. It’s inevitable, he knows, but he brushes it off to continue the conversation.

“I just hired a new assistant.” Yoongi sipped his wine, he’s always loved being praised but it feels different from you.

“Really? You’re so professional.” You giggled, feeling a little star struck about being friends with someone who needs an assistant.

“You think so?” He blushes.

“Yea,” you notice the way he blushed but brush it off as him being buzzed,” it’s kinda cool.”

“Let me introduce him, he’d around your age.” Yoongi points to his assistant and you notice he has a familiar shaped head but don’t think mote about as you follow Yoongi.

Yoongi taps his assistant on his shoulder“Y/n meet my assistant,” Yoongi smiles, but when his assistant turns around you instantly realize why the back of his head looked so familiar, of course it’s him,” Kim Tae-“

“T-Taehyung?” You almost gasped, he looked equally as surprised seeing you. Especially since you were wearing something he never thought he’d ever see you in.

“H-Hi Y/n,” He blinks,” I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“You two know each other?” Yoongi looks in between you and Taehyung.

“We’re friends,” You say with a tiny bit of blush on your cheeks,” we go to the same college.”

Taehyung looks down at his feet, a bit embarrassed that that’s all he is to you,” Yea.”

“Oh.”

It’s awkward. So very awkward. Even Yoongi feels it, clearly there was history there, whether good or bad it was there. Yoongis eyes squint as he observes you both but before he can come into any conclusions he hears a couple glasses shattering behind him.

“Ah Fuck,” Yoongi downs the rest of his wine,” excuse me I better go see if everything is okay.”

Awkward silence surrounds you both. You haven’t spoken to Taehyung in a while so the air feels tense. But you want to be nice and try to move on, you won’t lie when you think that you’ve missed him.

“How is it working with Yoongi?” You try to ease the thick air around you two but you can’t help but feel even more awkward.

“I‘m really liking it,” he replies with a happy grin but the wine he’s had makes his brain fuzzy,” it’s a big change from my last job since I’d sit around in his studio all day- it was so boring but Hyung keeps me really busy now.” He drank the last of his wine and licked his lips,” I’m really grateful he hired me.”

Maybe it’s your own wine from earlier buzzing in your head but something doesn’t feel right about what he just said. You remember him telling you that he was just so busy with his new job but now it’s like he’s changed his whole story. You felt a tightness in your chest that you know won’t go away until you get your heart broken.

Did he lie to you?

Was he actually not busy?

Why would he lie?

Taehyung continues, breaking your train of destructive thoughts,” how do you know Hyung?”

“Uhm,” you bit your lip,” he’s Jungkook's roommate, he introduced me to him.”

Jungkook.

So you’re still friends with him then?

Taehyung still doesn’t like the guy, but you specifically told him to mind his business. So he guessed for the time being he will.

“Small world.”

“Yea.”

Awkward silence again.

You’re about to make conversation again but thankfully Jungkook comes to your rescue with a plate filled with cupcakes. But once he sees Taehyung, his smile instantly falls. He won’t be mean to him though, for your sake.

“Hey.” Jungkook hands you the plate and you happily take it.

Taehyung feels tension even worse than before, but he’ll respect him for you,”Hey.”

You then to Jungkook and wiggle your brows at him,“Guess what?”

“Chicken butt?” Jungkook smirks.

“No,” You lightly push him,” Taehyung is Yoongis new assistant, isn’t that cool?”

“Super cool.” Jungkook shrugs and ignores the way Taehyungs jaw clenches.

There’s another awkward silence but then Yoonji walks in very fashionable late and it’s like the whole room stops to look at her. She definitely knows how to make an entrance, within reason, she looks immaculate, absolutely stunning and now you believe you’ve seen what true beauty is. She’s wearing a simple red dress that hugs her curves and her long black hair was curled and almost framed her shoulders. You think you even hear Taehyung gasp. Jealousy surges through your veins because you’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he’s looking at her. His cheeks are tinted pink and your heart sinks in your chest. You’re too scared to look at Jungkook but you want to see how he looks starstruck.

But to your surprise, he’s looking at you.

He has a look in his eyes you don’t recognize at all and you almost feel like he hasn’t even realized Yoonji arrived. But he waves and smiles at her and then goes back to you. The icy cold feeling you felt vanishes into thin air and is replaced with warmth. Jungkook bobs his head to question you but you just smile and nod your head. You feel squishy, relieved almost, forgetting all about the jealousy you felt with Taehyung.

Yoongi calls over Taehyung to introduce him to Yoonji, so you're now left alone with Jungkook who was now stuffing his face with the cupcakes he brought. But you couldn’t help but stare at Yoonji and the way she moved, she was gorgeous and had everyone around her smiling.

“She looks gorgeous.” You sigh, feeling immense jealousy but for a whole different reason. You then whisper a small confession that had Jungkooks heart break in a million pieces,” I wish I was pretty like her.”

You don’t realize that you said it out loud, not until Jungkook stops eating and places his hand that still has a cupcake in it, on your shoulder. He makes you face him and you freeze in place,” You are pretty, you’re so pretty, gorgeous even.”

You look away, embarrassed that he heard you,” you’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”

”Fuck no,” Jungkook scoffs,” I might be your best friend in this entire world but when I say you’re gorgeous I mean it, I’m going abso-fucking-lutely bananas because of how pretty you are right now.”

Your cute pout starts turning into a shy smile that Jungkook wishes he could memorize and see forever,” I’m making you go bananas?”

“Fuck yea you are,” He wraps his arm around you, choking you in his hold. A habit that you’ve grown to love. Jungkook feels you relax in his arms and that’s when he gets a brilliant idea.

He knows exactly what to do to cheer you up,” Wanna get outta here?” He wiggles his brows and you giggle like a girl in love.

“Yes.”

You and Jungkook sneak away from the party before anyone notices. It was easy since they were practically all over Yoonji. He takes you to a food truck nearby that he claims to have the best tacos in town. You’re both sitting waiting for your food when the wind starts feeling a little chillier, it nips at your skin and you feel yourself starting to shiver. Jungkook notices and takes his jacket off, you immediately start shaking your head no because it won’t fit you but he glares and threatens to beat you up again. Jungkook wraps it around your shoulders and you cave and snuggle into it. It smells like his cologne and you contemplate wether or not you can get away with keeping it.

He sits back down but you notice he starts rubbing his hands together.

“Are you cold?”

“Nah,” he sniffles,” tough guys like me don’t get cold.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Out of excitement for those tacos.” He smirks.

“You’re cold.”

“Cold hearted.”

Now it’s your turn to glare at him.

“Okay fine it’s a little chilly but nothing I can’t take.”

“Here.” You hand him back his sweater but he refuses.

“No.”

“Take it back.”

“No,” He turns around in his chair to avoid you,” you take it.”

“I have my blazer on anyways,” you plead but he continues to ignore you,” Kookie take it.”

“It’s cropped, you clown, not the same thing, you take it, I can’t have you freezing up on me, what kind of man would I be if I let my girl turn into a popsicle?”

My girl?

Bells ring in your head and you realize that he hasn’t realized what he said himself. He’s still looking away, ignoring the jacket in your hands.

He was joking, don’t read too much into it.

You’re just friends.

He probably says that to all his girl friends.

You try to brush it off but you start feeling squishy and fluffy, he just called you his girl and you can’t seem to remain calm. You sigh and Jungkook looks back at you, he sees you snuggling with his sweater again and he feels that same peace he did a couple days ago. His jacket will probably smell like you now and he won’t acknowledge the tiny bit of excitement he feels from getting to have something that has you on it. He blushes and you both don’t realize that you’re thinking of each other and the possibilities of what it would be like if maybe you were more than friends.

A few minutes later your order is ready and is entirely devoured by Jungkook. You aren’t that hungry because he called you my girl. But you do eat one or two to calm your nerves down. There’s a comfortable silence that envelops you two but is broken when he claps his hands and rubs his full belly.

“Wanna sleep over?”

“I can’t, You’re going to want to stay up late playing animal crossing again and I gotta be up early.”

Jungkook squints his eyes and scoffs,” what for?”

“I’m meeting my new friend for brunch.” You shake your head at his sudden pout.

“New friend?” Jungkook gasps,” are you replacing me?”

“No!” You try to hide the way your lip curls into a smile,” I would never, you’re my best friend.”

“Damn right I am.” He smirks but feels his heart drop a little.

“She’s someone I met on Instagram.”

“Wow, being an IG Baddie has its perks I guess,” He looks impressed,” free clothes and meeting new people.”

“Im not an IG baddie!” You scoff but fail because of the chuckle you let out,” ig baddies are like sexy.”

“Y/n,” he scoffs,” you’re an IG baddie but let’s get you home. I’m cold as shit.”

You chuckle before lightly smacking his arm, you feel oddly happy right now, too happy to realize that Jungkook is itching to hold your hand. He settles for an arm around your shoulder and brings you in to kiss the top of your head.

Jungkook walks you to your door, claiming to be your body guard since, in his own words,’ Baddies need to be protected from weirdos.’ but you had a feeling he just wanted to talk a little bit more. You won’t deny that it makes you feel some kind of way.

“So.” Jungkook leans on the wall like a hot bad boy and you melt inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Right. Goodnight Y/n,” Jungkook leans down, his lips grazing your cheek until it meets the corner of your lips in a soft peck. You feel your heart shatter but in the most perfect way possible, you forget how to breathe and only remember when he pulls aways with a shy smile on his face,” I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He doesn’t wait for you to reply but he looks back at you one more time and smiles again before walking away. You don’t know what’s happening in your chest but you don’t hate this feeling.

You like it a lot, you think you might even love it.

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a/n: so we’re back!!!! Thank you to everyone who waited patiently and didn’t rush me or tell me to writer faster, you guys are the best and the reason why this chapter is being uploaded today!!! I love you guys and I hope this was good 😭😭🖤🖤

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Always Trust In Pixie Dust

; Pixie!Seokjin x Pixie!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst

; Word Count: 14k

; Synopsis: As a vegetable pixie, you weren’t exactly considered the most desirable in the pixie hierarchy. But the uncle of one of your student’s is convinced that you have a secret admirer, only made worse when your younger brother and sister get involved. Will they succeed in their matchmaking or will your admirer come forward before they can get into too much mischief?

; A/N: Okay so…this is my first FULL Jin fic and I feel bad because I basically lost all inspiration for any writing about 4/5 through writing this. As a result…it’s pretty fair to say I’m a little uncertain of how this fic is and how you’ll all feel about it, particularly as there’s no smut anymore (it just didn’t fit). I love the world though, and I love pixie!Jin. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, PLEASE reblog because Jin fics don’t get the love they deserve, nor do solely fluff fics :( also, please leave me your comments and thoughts and asks so I know what you thought. I’m trying my hardest to get back into writing and just finishing this was hugely important for me!

“Kim Taehyung…you don’t have a child,” Your words cause the tall pixie with soft, peach coloured hair to pause with almost comically wide eyes turned to you. “So what are you doing here?”

He says nothing for a moment before straightening himself, crossing his arms over his broad chest and pursing his lips at you. Even though he’s younger than you, he towers over you and you work hard to keep your teacher aura that had him looking so chastised when caught.

“You’re right. I don’t have a child. But I do have a niece. Right there,” Taehyung points over to the little girl sitting on the floor, her voice sweetly joining the other girls she’s sat with as they sing a nursery rhyme together. “And I’ve been asked to bring her home by her dad.”

Twisting your lips, you sigh before nodding and gesturing for him to come inside. The nursery that you worked at was inside a hollowed-out tree, providing plenty of space for the babies and little ones who were not old enough to attend school lessons in the higher levels of the tree. Everything inside your room was bright and colourful though, the walls stained with the vibrant colours that came from the richest pigments created from flowers.

A mural of the forest and individual, faceless pixies took up one half of the circular room while the other was free for the children to paint on as they saw fit. Creativity was one of the most important traits of a pixie after all, and it was your job to ensure that they went wild with all their beautiful, creative thoughts.

The floor was dotted with dried paint, and even new paint splashes from the day’s activities and you hummed lightly as you moved over to the line of reed twine that was strung up across the room, parchment hung on it in intervals with each one containing a drawing. Scanning over, you take the one with the little girl’s name and hand it over to Taehyung.

“Miyeon painted this for her dad. Make sure that he gets it please.” You request, smiling at him. He looks over the painting with a critical eye before grinning, nodding before bounding over to Miyeon and crouching down next to her.

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part six - guacamole

~cursed~

[witch!taehyung x cursed!reader]

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a/n: sorry this is late i was struggling ahdjdk but i hope y’all enjoy it!! thanks for reading!! x

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The Kiss

◐ PART VIII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐ Part VII ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker, descriptions of violence, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, strong sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, lots of people have, use and are threatened by knives, kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker…

Word Count: 4250

Author’s Note: I said it before but it bears repeating…You have no idea what your support has meant to me. Truly your asks and your messages and comments…they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As many of you know I faced a medical emergency recently and you were all so lovely. The best followers on this site and I MEAN that. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx and @untaemedqueen were (and continue to be) the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. It wouldn’t be here without you.

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Two Years Ago

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Centuries ago the moon goddess stumbled across her human soulmate while he was sleeping. Struck by his beauty, but reluctant to reveal her identity, the goddess began to visit him in his dreams where she could hide her true form and appear before him as a mortal woman.

In the world of dreams their love flourished and from that blessed union the packs were born…

The wolf nations celebrated this sacred romance every ten years during the Festival of the Lover’s Moon…

The day of the festival was spent eating and drinking and dancing at large parties, but when the sun went down… well—

That’s when things got really interesting.

On the night of Lover’s Moon the young unmated wolves of the pack were permitted to commemorate this legendary love story in a decidedly scandalous manner.

The unmated men assumed the role of the goddess’s sleeping lover—they were blindfolded (to represent slumber) and led into a large sectioned off area of the dark forest to ‘wait and dream.’

Unmated she-wolves over the age of maturity (eighteen) took herbal scent suppressors and ventured out into that very same forest in order to anonymously ‘visit’ the young men ‘in their dreams’…

The rules for what exactly that meant were pretty fast and loose which was why Min Yoongi was thanking the goddess and every other deity he could think of that Yunli was still seventeen.

“But I will be eighteen in two days! Please can’t I just—“

“No. Absolutely not under any circumstances ever.”

“But Yoonji is going!”

“Ji-ah is nearly nineteen and has never been interested in any of the snotty little man-pups of our pack.” He snorted. “She’s probably going out just so she can shove a bunch of them in the lake.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Yunli mumbled irritably.

Kim Taehyung yawned idly and snuggled into the cozy little pallet he prepared at the base of his favorite tree. The blindfold he and all the other unmated ‘lovers’ wore was made from witchcloth and could not be removed while the sun was down—so he had snuck into the forest earlier to set everything up.

Now all he had to do was wait until—

“H-Hi Taehyung.”

Oh sh—

“Uh. Hello…Miss.”

Taehyung didn’t recognize the owner of that voice, but he knew for sure who it wasn’t.

“I was hoping to find you tonight.”

This is not good.

“Well I’m—I’m flattered… naturally but—”

She touched his hand and he squeaked.

“I was thinking you and I might get to know each other a little bet—eep!”

The sharp point of a custom blade pressed directly into the unfortunate young beta girl’s pulse point.

“Are you lost, puppy?”

A heavy cloak obscured the newcomer’s features, but there was no mistaking her meaning.

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from snorting as the poor she-wolf scrambled away.

“Ji-ah,” he tsked with feigned disapproval, “that wasn’t very nice.”

Min Yoonji grinned as she sheathed her wicked looking dagger and slid languidly into his arms.

“You don’t like nice girls, Kim Taehyung.”

“I like you,” he whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Nice or not—it doesn’t matter to me…” His hands slid greedily over her soft curves—pulling her closer till he felt the beat of her heart against his own. “I’ll like anything as long as it’s you.”

This was the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas.

Jimin huffed as he struggled to find a comfortable position against the giant boulder he’d chosen as his perch.

Why did I let Taehyung talk me into this?

He could be at home—in bed—comfortably sleeping off the all-day feast he’d indulged in.

Instead he was out in the middle of the forest sitting blindfolded on a rock in the off chance that one of the she-wolves was out looking for him.

Not bloody likely.

Not when prime targets like Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook—and countless others—were scattered throughout the woods.

“Park Jimin?”

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