I Know You Cant Cook For Shit So Ive Been Bringing You Dinner Every Night, Just, Yknow, To Keep You Alive

i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive x vampire!seokjin

‘come to the window’

If that had been anyone else who had sent you that text, it would be over your dead body to bring yourself there… or that’s what it would be. But since it’s from a certain someone that didn’t fit the spectrum of just anyone, you hop off the sofa and head towards the window where it reflects the television screen you had your eyes on for the past hour.

There’s a couple containers perfectly stacked and packed by the ledge, willing for you to take. Carefully unlocking the latch and allowing the cool breeze of the night drift across your skin, you stick your hand out to collect what seems to be a freshly cooked meal of your favor. Possibly fried chicken marinated with spicy sauce and rice (based on the weight) with eggs and oh my fucking god, mashed potatoes.

Although the scent alone is salivating your taste buds, you set it down to the side safely in your home and take a look at your phone. Tapping on reply, you’re formulating your sentence halfway that consists of a question and a statement at the same time but the - “I’m here, by the way,”

“Holy fuck me-”your hands juggle your phone, almost dropping it over eleven stories high and you press it to your chest. You roll your eyes as they close shut, then bursting out in a small outrage to - “Give me a warning, will you?!”

“Is that how you treat someone who cooks for you every night?” Seokjin crosses his arms, balancing himself effortlessly against the ledge of your neighbours window and his back to the brick walls. You heave a deep breath and gaze to his eyes, making the effort to crane your neck out the window, “…I didn’t ask you to cook for me,”

He lets out a sound coming across as a groan and an exclaim of an exaggerated wow that he’s known for. You chuckle at this when his red eyes turn brown, the color of comfort of being in a presence that’s familiar for him to be on his guard. He takes a step forward, and the next thing you know the two of you come face to face (you’re still amazed how he manages to hold himself up on such a tiny space for his feet).

“And wait for you to die because you can’t cook for shit? Hah, okay, I’ll give you that. But how about you repay me?”

You fold your arms, brow raised (and from another view you know people would think you’re ridiculous to taunt someone who can climb their way up eleven stories without using the stairs or lift but again, he wasn’t just anyone to you), “With what? Money? You know I could sell all my organs and it wouldn’t be enough,”

“Wine, do you have it?”

“…eh, maybe. I could go chec-hey! This is trespassing!”

He snorts, already halfway into your kitchen as you hastily close your window. His hands are rummaging through the cabinets and you yelp on your way over, to which he chuckles and tells you to - “Be careful,” - the same time you push aside the tubs of food before you knock them over completely. Huffing, you stand by the kitchen door with a frown, “Again, trespassing!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen,” He shrugs, and your eyes are to slits, “I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re a vampire but you can’t just come into my house like this!”

“Call the cops if you want me gone,”

When Seokjin sees how you lazily drag your foot around the other, he smirks.

“Be back in five,” He heads towards the window, and you can’t bite your tongue on the words firing out your lips. “Are all vampires this cocky?”

“I don’t know,” He puts one foot out, looking over his shoulder to you, “Have you dated other vampires?”

With a pout, you turn away from him after retrieving the food by the floor, with a huff shortly after as you head towards the dining table, “…I’m eating now,”

“I’ll be back with wine,” He laughs, then tapping on the window pane when you settle down on the seat, “Leave this unlocked,”

“I have a door, you know,”

“You also have a window,”

“…be back with the wine before I finish eating.”

Moonlight| Jungkook

Summary: As the moonlight lighted up your face, making your features sparkle and your eyes shine, he looked at you mesmerized by your beauty. He didn’t know if it was because of the full moon, or because of the feelings that he had for you, but in that moment the only thing that he was craving were your lips on his.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Werewolf!au; Fluff

“Honestly, I don’t know why the fuck you’re even my friend.” You spit at the boy with dark hair and dark eyes that was running in front of you with a dog-like smile on his face.

“C’mon, you promised to stay by my side.” Jungkook talked back to you embracing pure air of the forest.

“Yeah but not at 3 am. What will I do if a bear comes out of nowhere? Will you protect me, doggy?” You asked him jokingly, pointing the light of your phone towards him.

“Yes I’ll protect you.” He said sending you a kiss, that you refused with a disgusted face.

“And why do you expect a bear to be in here. This is not a jungle.” Jungkook came closer to you laughing at his own comment.

His forehead was wet with sweat and his clothes were already dirty and soaked in mud.

“Who knows, the greenhouse effect can fuck up the animal’s system.” He scoffed at your remark, looking up at the dark sky full of stars.

“Do you mind if I go now?” Jungkook asked you with an unsure expression but you nodded.

“It’s okay, I know how excited you get whenever it’s the full moon. Just become a wolf or whatever. I’ll stay here.” You smiled at him sitting down in a rock that was near a tree.

You and Jungkook were bestfriends ever since birth. Your mothers were friends and they decided to move in two close houses, so that you and Jungkook could grow up as neighbors.

You found out that he was a werewolf when he trasmormed unconsciously in front of you at the age of 7. The two of you were playing in your garden when he suddenly shifted into a small wolf than ran around the field, searching for butterflies to hunt.

You weren’t scared of him, because you thought that being a werewolf was actually really cool, and you loved to hear him talk about how the life of a werewolf was.

He even brought you to meet his pack, that was composed by other 6 boys.

Everyone was older than him but that didn’t bothered Jungkook, because he loved being babied by them and by you.

You stayed together side by side for more than 18 years and Jungkook couldn’t help but fell for you after a while.

He never shifted in front of anyone, except his pack, but he trusted you with his life so he didn’t care about hiding things from you.

Jungkook knew everything about you and it was the same for you, but sometimes being bestfriend could bother him quite a lot, especially around the time of the month when the full moon was brighting high in the dark sky.

He couldn’t control himself around that time and that was the reason why he usually locked himself up in the basement of his house in order not to see you, but this month it was different.

He forgot the locker to the door of his basement and ended up knocking on your door at 3am, asking you to go on a walk with him, so that he could run around and get his animal side off of his chest for a short period of time, at least until Namjoon came to rescue him with a spare key.

Of course, you accepted his weird request because you couldn’t say no to him whenever he pouted with puppy eyes; and that was exactly how you found yourself sitting in a rock, freezing with a wolf that was running around the forest near your home.

You loved how he looked when he was a wolf, because his fur was jet black with brown highlight that could be seen in the light, and his eyes were extremely expressive.

You could recognize him from miles away because of those eyes.

You hanged out with him in a wolf form a plenty amount of times and you enjoyed pet him just as much as him.

His fur was soft and smooth, so you ended up sleeping on top of him a couple of times whenever you had a sleepover or a movie night.

You’ve always felt attracted to him, but for some type of reason you never imagined how a relationship with Jungkook could look like.

At least until that night.

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“Kookie aren’t you tired? You’ve been running around for a long ass time.” You mumbled with a bored expression.

He stopped looking up at you, tilting slightly his head before starting to run again.

You were regretting your choice of following him in the wood, feeling your eyes getting heavier by the second passing, but you couldn’t fall asleep.

It wasn’t safe and you didn’t want to get dirty, but your tiredness betrayed you.

Your efforts were unsuccessful and you ended up falling asleep anyways.

Jungkook decided to shift back to his human form after almost one hour.

“Wow, it was fun.” Jungkook chuckled feeling his legs tired from all the running that he did.

He looked for you, widening his eyes at the sight of your body asleep against the tree.

He got closer to you, kneeling to the ground so that he could see your face better.

You were sleeping peacefully and he felt bad that you had to stay up all night just because of him.

He pulled out a hand, caressing your face lightly and you slowly opened your eyes feeling confused and overwhelmed at the sight of Jungkook’s face close to yours.

As the moonlight lighted up your face, making your features sparkle and your eyes shine, he looked at you mesmerized by your beauty. He didn’t know if it was because of the full moon, or because of the feelings that he had for you, but in that moment the only thing that he was craving were your lips on his.

He had tried to hold back his feelings for the longest time, because he knew that being in a relationship with a werewolf, while being human, could be extremely difficult and overwhelming but he wasn’t thinking straight at the moment.

He locked eyes with you feeling a rush of adrenaline on his body as he closed them, moving closer to you.

He kissed you feeling your body blocking to his touch.

You standed for a couple of seconds incomplete shock, not realizing what was happening.

Your best friend, your childhood companion and dog boy was kissing you, with his soft, plump lips, and you weren’t doing anything.

You relaxed, feeling his hands on your waist and closed you eyes kissing him back.

The kiss was sweet, short and needy, but Jungkook didn’t dare to look at you in the eyes when he distanced himself from you.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He muttered getting up.

You stopped him holding his wrist.

“Wait-“

“I like you a lot.” Jungkook stop you mid-sentence.

“I’ve always had ever since we were just kids and I don’t know if my feelings are talking, or my instincts but I think that this is the right moment to tell you everything. I love you Y/n.” He confesses with a light blush on his cheeks and you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness.

“I like you too Kookie. I like you a lot.” You smiled at him and he widened his eyes, not expecting you to like him back.

He jumped on your arms, holding your body close against him and you smiled with your head immersed in his dirty and muscolar chest.

“I feel like this is a dream.” Jungkook said, kissing the top of your head.

“Me too, but I’m pretty sure that it’s because it’s 5 a.m. and you kept me up all night.” You muttered making him laugh out loud.

“Let’s go to bed.” You nodded and he smiled at you.

Jungkook held your hand walking towards your house, planning to cuddle you, kiss you and make you his for the rest of the day.

Show Me Your Teeth

Pairing: BTS Jimin  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Rottweiler Hybrid | FBI | Fluff | Angst | Eventual Smut |

Summary: Hybrids were common amongst civilians, but monsters lurked, created by the government. H.O.U.N.D, pronounced hound, is Hybrid Operation in United Negotiation of Defense, an allegiance of hybrids and federal officers. They were weapons breed for tactic and war. Special agent Y/L/N came back marked a failure after your secret last mission. Politics involved, you were to be assigned a Hound officer. What happens when the monster, Cerberus, gets assigned to you?    

Word: 11.6K

Rating: Mature; Explicit themes, mentions of guns, PTSD episode, possessive behavior, gunshot wounds, cruel behavior, torture, abuse, bullying, crude and discriminatory language. If I’ve missed any tags let me know.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I’ve been working on this for a few weeks and I hope you enjoy it. Originally a oneshot, now a twoshot. Lightly edited, please be kind.  

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Lowering your hand from your brow you waited until you were signaled to ease. The hardened expression of the Director followed from the crumpled document on his desk to you, he gestured silently for you to sit. Carefully maneuvering your left arm as you sat down in one of the leather seats in front of his oversized desk. The mahogany desk was in a state of semi-cluttered, several stacks of papers yet the items closets to you were impeccable. His gold plaque with his name proudly written was polished as it gleamed.

Politics, the size was compensating for something.

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Sangria Wine

⊸Pairing: BTS Yoongi ⇆ Reader

⊸Genre: Vampire| CEO| Medical| Fluff| Angst| Slight Horror

⊸Summary: When rent is cutting short and you’re at your last resort. Your job has been cutting your hours slowly, and bills were stacking up. You walk into a donation center, blood donating center for the undead to earn some quick cash, but…the thing is…you’re afraid of needles.

⊸Word: 6.1K 

⊸Rating: teen; mentions of blood and phobia of needles/blood, fainting, vampiric activity, and mentions of mating.

⊸ A/N: Based on my experience with needles and how I’m a wimp and pass out. This Yoongi is pretty cliche, but I mean who doesn’t love a good angsty Yoongi. Thanks for reading! Gif source unknown, but I don’t take credit for it.

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The nurse takes the earpieces of her stethoscope out of her ears and tilts her head, “Your blood pressure is still high.”

You shy away from her look of concern, this is embarrassing. After waiting ten minutes for it to go down, the results are still the same. It won’t go down from a static 140/80, you know that, “Doctor offices just make me nervous, I’m fine.”

She hums and writes down a note on your chart. Finally she puts two and two together, “White Coat Syndrome,” clicking her pen on her clipboard, “it’s when patients, much like yourself, are anxious because of the people walking around in white coats.”

You halfheartedly chuckle, “Yeah, haha, that’s the one.” You hear it every time you come in to a doctor’s office. You tried explaining it to her earlier, but she put her stethoscope in her ears instead determined it was just a mechanical error.

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Drabble: When October Ends

Summary: You had to savor every moment before October ends.

Pairing: ghost!jungkook x reader (implied ghost!bts x reader)

Genre: angst / ghost!au / implied poly!au

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: implied breakup/end of a relationship, angst bro

“Isn’t autumn so beautiful?” You said so mindlessly, sighing in content while sat in between Jungkook’s legs, wrapped in a warm blanket with a cup of coffee in your hand. “The colors are so pretty and it just makes my heart tingle." 

Your boyfriend laughed at the excitement pouring out as you took a sip of your coffee. "You know what’s even more beautiful and what makes my heart tingle all year round?” He prompted and you grimaced, a clear unamused expression replacing your face. 

“Stop being cheesy, no one asked you to be cheesy.”

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In the Darkness (Kim Namjoon X Reader gang au)

Summary: Namjoon attempts to apologize for keeping a big secret from you- the fact that he runs the largest mafia/gang in Seoul. You don't take it well- but luckily Namjoon knows all your favorite flowers. 

tags: implied smut, fluff, wholesome loving, slight angst

words: 826 (so short guys aren’t you proud of me?)

You didn’t want to stop at his apartment- you were toeing the line and toying with the idea of forgiving Namjoon for keeping a secret that big.  But you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. His business was his business- you just hadn’t realized he was in that business and you needed time to process it. But your papers wouldn’t wait for you to make up your mind and forgive him already - and your papers were at his apartment.

It was so late- he would probably be asleep or maybe at his studio again- or doing god knows what illegal activity- you wouldn’t have to see him. You wouldn’t have to apologize for staying away for so long or let him make it right.

You say hi to the doorman who is yawning in the doorway and you ride the elevator to the top floor. you fidget with your copy of Namjoon’s key’s the whole way up. Your maroon trench coat swishes as you untie it- the warmth and heat of the building stifling you, your high heels tap on the marble floor. You open the door as quietly as possible. The lights are off- so you flick on the lamp- it barely penetrates the dark, walking through the entryway you freeze.

Sitting where you usually set your keys or your overnight bag or your jacket is your favorite spring flower- a single white peony. You pick up the stem and breath in a deep breath. You stumble through the dark kitchen and into the dining room. Where your stately dining room usually sat empty overlooking a breathtaking view of Seoul at nighttime (a skyline that you thought had been paid for by Namjoon’s producing genius, but was probably paid for by his secrets) was no longer empty.

Dozens of candles permeated the darkness.  they’re where more peonies in glass vases. Pink, red, purple and white blooms were mixed and separated into dozens of crystal vases tied with ribbons. Hundreds of flowers. Your purse slips off your shoulder and your keys drop to the floor with a clang and you stumble forward.

The entire room smells like peony’s- smells like fresh flowers. Your hands find one of the flowers and you bring it to your face inhaling a deep breath.

Oblivious to his presence Namjoon walks up behind you. his white button-down still parted from the day’s work looking at you- his girlfriend, beautiful, and drenched in candlelight. He wants you- he’s missed you so much; you still have your eyes closed when his hands ghost around your hips.

 He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he says, he presses another further up on your neck. “I’m sorry,”  He presses one just under your ear and you inhale a deep breath. “I’m sorry” he wraps his arms around your middle and lays his forehead on your shoulder. “Can you ever forgive me?” he asks Honestly not knowing the answer

You had been gone for weeks. Nowhere he couldn’t reach you- and it wasn’t like he hadn’t shown up every day to see if you had worked through lunch only to find out you’d gone out to eat with your work buddies. It wasn’t like he hadn’t left you at least 3 voicemails every day.

You sighed and turned to him. “There’s nothing to forgive- you have your secrets and I have mine- yours shouldn’t have bothered me but it did and I…” you trailed off. He pressed a short kiss onto your lips and all he can think is that you taste like the peonies.

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry- you don’t have to tell me your secrets- you don’t have to do anything” he kissed you again. “Just stay- please stay- don’t go back to your place tonight.”

Slowly you lock locking eyes with Namjoon. Wordlessly, You toe off your black high heels and slide off your jacket- revealing your black dress beneath- letting it fall to the floor in a heap. You hike it up for a second to unhook your sheer stockings from your garter belt.

“Well?” you say, “aren’t you going to help me take them off?” Namjoon gulps and kneels. He would only ever kneel to you- his queen. His fingers are cold and shake slightly as they find the edge of one of your stockings and pull it down sliding it off your toe as slowly as he can manage. His eyes never leave yours- never flinch even as he removes the other one just as slowly.

He stands again but you ignore him briefly to lean back behind him. You blow out the candles one by one until you are both enswathed in darkness.

He was made for the darkness- had been born in it and ruled it. And maybe because of that- you could learn to tolerate it- maybe you could love it too. 

Maybe you could learn to rule it by his side.