Too Hot To Sleep. (m)

too hot to sleep. (m)

# pairing. fiancé!yoongi x reader

# genre. established relationship au, humor, fluff, smut.

# word count. 2.4k

# warning(s). fluff, reader doesn’t like cats yoongi’s cat, smut [marriage kink(?), unprotected kitchen sex, small hint of yoongi having a possession kink]. \ will be edited at a later time so my apologizes for any mistakes

# a/n. this was originally supposed to be a drabble but i liked the prompt a lot…so this is the cute fluffy version but i’m also MAYBE gonna write a uh…rougher version. i tried to write an impreg kink since that shit is mad hot but it wasn’t working out for me :(

↳ summary. “ Umm can’t wait to get rawed in our kitchen when I’m living with the love of my life ” *soft ver.*

“You never listen to me,” you whisper to your fiancé’s sleeping figure, “I ask you to pick up the air conditioner on your way home from work,” you shove his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up, “but instead, you buy a new bed for your demon cat.”

Yoongi stirs in his sleep, turning himself to face the bedroom window. You can’t help but get annoyed at the fact even when he’s sleeping, your fiancé barely istens to you. Every ounce of annoyance fades away the moment you hear the soft sound of Yoongi smacking his lips together, a habit he developed whenever he was in the midst of a deep sleep. Even unconscious, he was still the cutest thing you had ever seen.

But, nevertheless, it was too hot for you to sleep. Your growling stomach also proves you’re otherwise too hungry to sleep as well.

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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.”

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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Kingdom of Crystal Snow

↳ Christmas Special ❄️

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader ft. Park Jimin

Genre: Comedy, Light Angst, Fluff, Royal Au (?)

Words: 10K

Description: A prince from a far off land is sent to earth to discover the meaning of crystal snow, and you are somehow just what he needs. 

Jimin has always told you that you should change your awful habit of putting off studying for a test last minute. He calls it a bad case of procrastination. You call it “living on the edge”. And it’s not that you don’t want to change per se, it’s just hard when you’ve always relied on that rush of adrenaline from imminent doom to give you a push to take action. If it were easy to alter such an innate mindset, you’d actually be prepared to ace your final tomorrow.

“I’m going faaaaiiiil!” You groan, banging your head against the textbook laid opened in front of you. 

“What did I say about trying to cram a semester’s worth of information in one night?” Jimin says, not even bothering to glance up from his own book.

You tsk in annoyance. “Can’t you just be a little more supportive?” 

“Okay, okay” He gently closes his book and takes off his glasses to look at you. “You are not going to fail.” You can tell he’s not trying very hard to sound convincing. You’ve known him long enough to distinguish authentic support and just going through the motions to make you feel better.

“But I am!” You insist, more for the purpose of complaining out loud rather than actually getting another half-assed response from your friend of five years. “I barely understand the first chapter, how the hell am I going to learn the entire book by tomorrow morning!?” 

You were right and wrong, more or less. You were right in thinking there was no way you were going to understand the entirety of your textbook by sunrise the next day, but you were wrong in believing you would fail the entire class.

Thank Jesus Lord.

Jimin would actually, maybe, perhaps be proud to know that you were a measly 2 points away from failing, but pulled through. 2 points away from having to repeat the course and having to graduate a year later (aka having to walk with Jungkook at graduation, which god knows will go down in the unofficial history books among your group of friends for the rest of eternity). It actually feels pretty good, knowing you were blisteringly close to being depressed over winter break only to be saved from said hellish nightmare by such a blessed margin. 

2 points. Jimin would call it getting lucky, but you refer to it as “having talent”.

At the moment you are running through all the ways you can break the good news to him, debating whether you should pretend that you failed and psych him by telling him you didn’t whilst he was consoling you. But just as you were playing house with all of these hypothetical scenarios in your mind, you spot someone just appearing out of thin air on your way to the coffee shop near campus. Appearing out of thin air. Like poof, there’s your living, breathing human being delivered right under your nose. You could’ve sworn the public park wasn’t this tripped up the last time you were here, and last time you checked, you were awake and not dreaming.

Must be post-finals stress disorder.

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The Act of Persuasion

⊸Pairing: BTS Seokjin ⇆ Reader 

⊸Genre: Bear Hybrid| Actress| CEO| Arranged Marriage| Fluff| Angst| Single Parent|

⊸Summary: When two critters arrive at his doorstep he didn’t know that they would cause a bear who marched to the rhythm of the ants realizes there more to life walking in straight lines. However in order walk out of those lines he had to make a deal to save others and his two little ones, but at what cost? Then there’s me, the one who only sees in parallel. I walk in the footprints my parents have made in the path. What happens when my perspective changes because of a silly bear?

⊸Word: 20. 9K

⊸Rating: teen; mentions of abuse, adoption, and overworking. 

⊸ A/N: This one series has been in the works since April, and I’m so happy to finally release this! Its my first time writing a teen-rom-melodrama, so I hope you enjoy it! This story is a part of the KLF universe. Thank you for reading! I don’t own gif and source unknown.

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The words on his book silhouetted as bright headlights passed over the wide window pane glossing over the dimly lit room. The comforting whirling oscillation of the heater and the hesitant rain trickling outside became background as he zoned into the sound of a running engine. He sighed marking his page with the ribbon bookmark, then closed the book with a clap; it was just getting to the good part. Harsh and rapid knocking drummed at the door before he even had time to stretch his limbs. He yelled from his recliner setting his circle glasses and book down on the side table, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

He rubbed his palms over his tired eyes before he bent down slightly with one eye shut to look through the peep hole revealing the restless, tall figure pacing on the other side. The figure raised his hand again, ready to knock another radical pattern, “Jin, please open up!” Jin swung open one of the wooden, double doors to open to the drenched cadet. The glossy, doe look in the buck’s eyes barely peeked from under his shagging brown hair told him that, in fact, everything wasn’t alright.

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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.