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Jungkook Vampire AU

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Jungkook Vampire AU: Part 6

Published: November 5th, 2016

Word Count: 2,891

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

[I wanted to post this yesterday because it’s part 6 and yesterday was my 6 month anniversary of watching my first BTS video but unfortunately I couldn’t get it edited in time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!]

Jungkook’s POV:

Jungkook laid down on your couch and began glancing around at your walls of doodles and melodies that covered practically every inch of plaster. Some papers were dry and curling at the edges while others were still flat and crisp white.

He carefully tore his eyes away from the walls, telling himself that these things were private, not meant for his eyes. His line of vision became trained on the ceiling above him as he listened for cars through the window. Honks were heard every few moments in the bustling city and anyone that had grown up here would feel uncomfortable without them.

Jungkook’s ears perked up as he heard your sheets rustle. All of his nerves were on edge and he started at the slightest noise. He turned onto his side and looked at your white wooden door.

He stared at the solid white of your door so intently, determined to stay awake, that it was easy for him to fall into a deep sleep as he breathed in the smell of cherries that surrounded him.

A small noise sounded from through your thin walls; the tiniest sound. The first sound of Jungkook’s name. “J-j.” His ears discarded the sound as he curled into a ball and held the blanket that smelled like your perfume closer to him. You were just coughing, Jungkook told himself as he turned to sleep on his stomach.

“We’re both adults now.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the unfamiliar, masculine voice coming from your room. It was just a dream.

“I don’t know.”

Jungkook’s eyes opened at the clear strain in your voice and he sat up immediately wide awake. The masculine voice clicked and his brain was racing. He couldn’t have gotten in.

“Don’t lie to me!”

Jungkook jumped up, suddenly furious at himself. He rushed across the room and threw his weight against your door, trying the handle at the same time.

Your scream sounded from the other side of the door. Jungkook’s breathing hitched and a shout tore itself from his throat, “Y/n!” He screamed before he hit the door again. “Leave her alone!” He yelled.

Jungkook wanting to hit something for being unable to protect you. Here you were, getting injured and he couldn’t make it stop; he couldn’t stop your cries. Your scream had been so full of pain that Jungkook suddenly wanted to know exactly what Taehyung was doing to you and hurt him 10 times worse in the exact same way.

“Looks like you’ve got a little knight in shining armor, eh? Tell me what Jungkook’s plan is and maybe I’ll let you two live happily ever after. You hear that Jungkook?” Jungkook stilled, as he heard Taehyung’s cocky voice come through the door, and clenched his teeth. “Your girlfriend is being hurt because of your foolishness. Not much of a man now!”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and rested his head against the door as he heard your labored breaths; he tried to decide whether the risk of getting to you was worth Taehyung hurting you again before he could get through the door.

“I-I’m not his girlfriend and I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said with a forced voice. Jungkook cracked a sad smile at your bravery as he listened carefully to the exchange between you two, waiting it out. Part of him was curious what Taehyung wanted to know.

“You little.”

Jungkook’s head snapped up at Taehyung’s abruptly fuming tone and realized that he couldn’t wait any longer. Your scream came again, louder this time, as Jungkook leaned away, getting ready to hit your locked door again, and it fueled his hit. He rushed forward, throwing his full weight, via his shoulder, at the door; he felt it break immediately at the sudden power. The wood fell away and Jungkook stumbled upright as he looked around the dark room.

In a split second, his eyes took in Taehyung standing in front of you, a smile on his face and a glowing red knife pressed against your neck, with his arm pinning you to the wall in front of him. Jungkook watched as your scream died on your lips and your legs collapsed from under you. Taehyung stepped away willingly and stood over your body, chuckling.

Jungkook rushed forward and lifted you in a sitting position, with his arms around you, calling your name. “Y/n! Y/n can you hear me? Y/n!” he called as his right hand cradled your face. Your head lolled to the side as you finally lost total consciousness. Jungkook’s heart was racing as Taehyung crouched down beside you two.

“Too bad,” Taehyung said, disappointedly, as he flipped his now silver knife closed, “I thought I would have more fun with her.” He sighed and stood up again before tucking his knife and hands into his pockets.

Jungkook shook with anger, but he just curled his hands into fists as he glared at the ground. “Leave.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows arched with amusement and he looked down at the boy at his feet. “What did just you say to me?”

“Leave while I’m asking nicely, Taehyung.” Jungkook looked up at the older boy to glare at him, his arms still wrapped protectively around your body. Although he looked calm overall, Jungkook’s muscles were tight and his heart was still racing from his recent adrenaline rush. His jaw was clenched and he was at his wit’s end.

Taehyung smirked. “Alright, Kook. I’ll leave you two love birds alone. See you soon!” He waved before stepping lightly through the broken bedroom door and walking out your front door.

Jungkook’s shoulders slouched as soon as he heard the door close and he looked down at your relaxed face. As his eyes began to focus on your features, his vision was quickly drawn to the bright red patch and cut on your neck. He gently ran his fingers over them; they were slightly warm, but the rest of your neck wasn’t. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows before he remembered the glowing red knife in Taehyung’s hand as he had come into the room. Suddenly, he felt sick as he looked back down at your now peaceful face and remembered your screams coming through the door just minutes ago.

He carefully lifted his hand to cup your face. Unconsciously, your face turned towards human contact. He stared as your still face, looking you over, still lingering on your red neck injuries in guilt, and felt tears well up in his eyes, unsolicited.

Since Jungkook had first seen you in Pire Café, days ago, he’d felt a need to protect you that he didn’t understand. He’d told himself that you needed it, that’s why he had told you to leave, why he’d lied to you to let him stay here, and why he felt sick to his stomach when he saw you in this state, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t solely protectiveness. A few tears escaped his eyes and he wiped them away silently with his sleeve.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, y/n. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

Slowly, Jungkook’s breathing began to match yours, even and relaxed. He called an ambulance and waited with you in his arms until the EMTs arrived.

As they lifted you carefully onto a stretcher, Jungkook leaned against your living room wall, unknowingly crushing half a dozen papers with his back, as you were taken away; his eyes trained on you until you were out of sight.

As the last of the paramedics walked down the steps outside your door, Jungkook grabbed his keys and rushed out to his car to follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Your POV:

There was only darkness around you. It enveloped you like a blanket, but instead of being smothering and frightening, it was comforting. It smelt like soap and detergent; it was familiar. The smells and feelings surrounded you as you were lulled you into another daze.

You could hear sounds, suddenly. The opening of doors, the chatter of people around you, the beeping of machines, and the rustling of bedsheets. Your eyes felt glued shut, but slowly, with some work, you were able to open them a crack, immediately regretting it when a flood of bright white light attacked your vision; you closed them again.

Eventually, you opened your eyes again, gradually adjusting to the bright lights. Above you, was a bright white ceiling with large white lights set at intervals along it. As you became accustomed to the white everywhere, you tilted your head to the right, ignoring the pain in your neck, to see white walls and beds lining the walls around you; some had curtains pulled around them, but in others you could see figures sleeping, talking to family, or playing games. You sluggishly turned your head to the left to see a heart monitor near the head of your bed, clearly yours, a curtain pulled out a small amount of your bed, and a figure in the chair beside your bed, asleep, with his head resting atop his arms on your bed, next to your legs.

As you looked at the figure longer, you recognized his dark hair and earrings to be Jungkook. Your eyes widened in surprise, wondering why he was here, before you remembered last night’s events. Memories flooded back: a bright red knife, a hand covering your mouth, searing pain. Your breathing became quick and shallow as you felt your throat get tight; your chest felt like it was being crushed.

The heart monitor next to you began to beep rapidly and Jungkook’s head shot up. His eyes were red and he had drool on the side of his mouth. He turned his head from side to side in confusion before his eyes landed on you. You had sat up and your breathing was hasty; you couldn’t even take in Jungkook as your brain replayed your memories. Jungkook stood immediately and stepped closer to you before sat on your bed. Tentatively he put his hands on your arms; you leaned into the touch and hesitantly, he pulled you into his arms, resting your head against his chest. He let you hear his heart beat; it was slow and steady.

Your brain grabbed onto Jungkook’s heartbeat and tried to match your own to his. Slowly, the beeping on your heart monitor reduced. You took a deep breath, breathing in Jungkook’s scent of soap and detergent. A doctor walked up with a clipboard as Jungkook pulled away from you; tearstains were on your cheeks and his shirt. You quietly wiped away your tears and muttered an apology.

The doctor smiled but turned to Jungkook. “Could I have a few minutes alone with miss y/n?” Jungkook nodded and stood up and walked away. The doctor turned to you before relaying his news, “I’m happy to let you know that we were able to treat your burns, and you have only a bruised windpipe. It will be a bit harder to talk and your throat and neck will be sore for a while, but you’ll have no serious problems. You can leave whenever you’d like. Would you like me to transmit this information to your boyfriend?”

You’d been nodding to everything the doctor said, noticing the soreness of your neck, and had even mentally been preparing to leave when he mentioned a boyfriend. “Pardon?” You scrunched your eyebrows together and looked at the man before you quizzically.

“The boy that just walked away?” He asked for verification. You shook your head. “Ah, he called the ambulance and was here the moment you were put in a bed. He’s stayed by your side all night and just recently was able to get some sleep. My apologies, I just assumed that he was your boyfriend.” The doctor looked apologetic and you nodded, telling him that it wasn’t a problem.

“Thank you for the update on my health. I’ll prepare to leave,” You said politely. He nodded and walked away. You had begun to get out of bed when Jungkook arrived and rushed to your side.

“Careful, y/n!” He called as he ran to hold onto your arm and support you as you stood up, shakily. You looked at him, puzzled and his face became red as he let go of your arm, quickly but carefully, making sure that you could stand on your own.

“I’m fine, Jungkook, I’m just getting ready to go home,’ You said with a chuckle, when you realize you don’t have a car. You glance nervously at the boy next to you, “Um, can I get a ride?”

You sat in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car, driving home. In the silence, your mind wandered to the events of the past few days. Meeting Jungkook and Taehyung, running into them multiple times, going to the park with Jungkook, last night’s occurrences, you flinched at the memory of the bright red blade, and the most recent memory: your trip hospital. Was it safe to go home yet? Your brain raced as you thought of your apartment and your squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop your flood of thoughts. You curled your hem of your shirt with your hand into a fist, trying to reduce your anxiety.

You couldn’t go back. Not yet.

You opened your eyes and looked out the window to see an ice cream vendor. An idea blossomed in your mind; you took a deep breath before speaking as light heartedly as you could, “Y’know what I’m really craving right now, Jungkook?” You smiled as Jungkook looked over at you quizzically.

“After a visit to the hospital, what are you craving, y/n?” He chuckled and smirked at your sudden outburst.

You bit your lip to keep from replying too hastily and arousing suspicion. A smile spread across your face but didn’t meet your eyes. “I want ice cream. Can we get ice cream?”

Perhaps it was his constant protection or the doctor’s comment, but you suddenly felt much more comfortable around Jungkook. His presence calmed and comforted you, now.

Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully before moving into the turn lane. “Just for you, y/n. Just because you were a hospital patient 10 minutes ago.”

You sat at a small table outside of an ice crema parlor, waiting. Jungkook had offered to go inside and get your ice creams so you had offered to find seats. You sat in silence, watching people pass by when you heard the sound of metal on metal. You looked around suddenly at the memorable sound. Your heart rate sped up as you saw a boy walking up the sidewalk, alone, with a pocket knife in his hand, flicking it open and closed routinely. Your throat closed and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push away the sound. Your heart was racing, and you were desperately trying to calm it, looking at your hands in your lap that had turned white from squeezing them together too tightly.

Unexpectedly, you felt a hand on your shoulder; you jumped and turned to see Jungkook staring at you in concern, your ice cream in his hands.

“Y/n, are you ok?” He asked cautiously. Your heart slowed as soon you saw him. You forced a smile, gulped, and nodded before taking your ice cream from him, carefully.

“Yes, I’m fine,” You lied before pretending to be preoccupied with your frozen dessert. Jungkook continued to look at you with worry as you both ate and when you were done, he visibly walked a little closer to you on the way back to the car, clearly ready in case something went wrong. Your breathing had become normal as you had eaten together by occasionally glancing at the boy with you. His serene face had reassured you.

You looked across the car at the boy before you, as you were both, again, on your way home, and gave him a small smile. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

Jungkook looked perplexed but replied with a “You’re welcome,” anyway, smiling.

You were thankful when Jungkook walked you from his car to your front door himself, instead of having to walk alone. With shaking hands, you pulled out your key, taking a deep breath, and tried to put it into the lock, but were unable to. Without a word, Jungkook took it from you and fit it into its place easily. You nodded to him and gently, you turned the handle and walked into your living room. Everything, surprisingly, looked like it was in it’s place, except your broken door into your bedroom. Even Jungkook’s bedding was still on the couch. He seemed like someone to clean up after himself, so you gathered that he really had come straight to the hospital.

You turned around to see Jungkook standing in your door frame. “I’ll be going then,” He said, clearly uncomfortable in the sudden silence. Your eyes widened in abrupt fear as he turned to leave and you quickly reached out and caught his sleeve.

“Wait,” You breathed. Jungkook turned to see your suddenly terrified expression and his once hard eyes became the soft brown orbs that you had come to know. You looked down at your feet and dropped his sleeve, suddenly embarrassed.

“Could you stay a little bit longer? Please?”

I’m trying to study! Part 5

Originally posted by sebastiansource

Bucky x Reader College AU 

Catch up here!


Hello, my amazing angels! I am sorry for the slight wait, but my college has started up again after Halloween and my time is limited. Also, I’m so happy to be working on a request right now as well (my first ever request! Yay!). Anyway, here is part five, and I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1793

Warnings: a little bit of fighting and confusion, some light swearing, overload of fluff, mentions of fonduing

When you cooked dinner, it always turned into a disaster.

Not because you were a bad cook, no. In fact, you were excellent; people went as far as fighting each other to eat some of your food (more often than not, the fights were between Sam and Bucky. But then again, those two didn’t need much of an excuse to start a row.).

Cooking dinner was a disaster because no matter how hard you tried to keep focused, something always distracted you. Today, that something - or rather someone – was Natasha and her new boyfriend, Clint.

Natasha met Clint a few weeks ago, at the nightclub she tried to persuade you to go to. Apparently, your absence at the club was a blessing for Nat; she met Clint, danced with him, got his number, the whole lot. After a few days, they began to hang out quite often, as they had a lot in common. They only got together last week, but it felt like they had known each other since childhood. You liked Clint; he was extremely sweet with Nat, but also playful and funny. Even though you had known him for just a few weeks, he already felt like family and that seemed to make your redheaded friend very happy.

The downside was that they were currently in the middle of a heated make out session in the living room and you could hear everything through the paper thin walls. Of course, you were glad Nat finally had a man, but it painfully reminded you that you were still single and so far, there seemed to be no chances of you getting together with Bucky.

The commotion in the other room was driving you insane and after about five minutes, you finally had enough. Slamming the lid on top of the pot of soup, you turned the heat off and angrily shoved your coat on.

“I’m going out, enjoy yourselves!” You called out into the apartment before shutting the door and walking to the only place you knew would bring you comfort: Bucky’s place.

“Oh, hey, (Y/n)! I didn’t know you were coming over”, Sam grinned, opening the door. You smiled back, laughing a bit.

“Yeah, I didn’t, either. But Nat and Clint seemed to be getting a bit… frisky.”

Sam barked out a laugh just as Bucky shoved him away from the door to let you inside.

“Hey, doll. Please, come in.”

Smiling gratefully at him, you walked into the cosy home and ran your hand through your hair.  “Nat and Clint were nearly going at it while I was still there. Figured I’d get out while I still can.”

Bucky burst out laughing. “I don’t blame you, (Y/n).”

You grinned at him and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Bucky’s smiling face. The brunet caught your gaze and blushed, his gaze boring into yours. You felt your legs carry you closer to him, your heart speeding up even more. Bucky cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving yours, but just as he was about to speak, Sam sauntered up to the two of you.

“So? Are you guys coming or what?” He grinned, smirking when he saw you glare at him slightly. Bucky broke out of his haze and nodded in a rush.

“Sure”, he replied, offering you a smile. “You coming, doll?”

You sighed and smiled back. “Of course.”  Ignoring the look on Sam’s face, you followed the boys into Bucky’s bedroom.

“So…” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes. You had spent the past few hours studying with Sam and Bucky, until the three of you had grown impossibly bored, causing Bucky to get up abruptly and slam his books shut.

If I study any more, I think my brain will explode. I’m going to get stuff to eat and drink for us, be back in a sec”, he had said, leaving the room soon after, which caused you and Sam to be together. Alone. This was not going to be good, especially since Sam seemed to have figured out that you have a crush on Bucky.

Scoffing, you turn away from Sam. “So nothing. Stop making that face at me, Sam. Whatever the hell you’re thinking of right now is not going to happen.”

Sam pouted slightly. “You don’t even know what I was thinking of!”

You scowled at him slightly. “You were probably thinking, ‘let’s embarrass poor (Y/n) over here! It’ll be fun!’ So yeah, not happening.”

Sam snickered. “No, actually. I was gonna ask why didn’t you just kiss Barnes when you had the chance.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “What?! Wilson, are you crazy?! Why the hell would I do that?”

Sam’s face gained an innocent look. “Oh, come on. Just make out with him already! I mean, you loooooove him!”

You could hear the mockery in Sam’s voice. “Pfft, if you must know, I only like him, not love him. At least it’s not obvious, as I am a master spy and I excel at hiding my feelings.”

“Oh, really?” Sam challenged.

“Yes, really”, you replied, your voice unsure after seeing Sam’s face.

In a split second, Sam’s face turned from jeering to purely demonic. He took one step towards you, then lunged and attacked you with his hands, his nimble fingers going straight for your most ticklish spots.

“SAM WILSON! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!” You shrieked with laughter, trying to roll away from the young man in front of you, your sides tingling from how much was tickling you.  Sam laughed in response, stalking towards you once again.

“In your dreams, (Y/n). Right now, I’m making you suffer. You deserve it, after that look you gave me when I came between you and Barnes in the corridor!” Your eyes widened in horror as you attempted to jump away from him and avoid your fate. However, Sam was much faster, pouncing on you and pinning your arms on the wall above your head with one hand. You yelped, wriggling like a worm.

“Game over, ‘master spy’”, Sam mocked you. “How will you escape now?”

“I…uh…” you attempted to figure out a brilliant escape plan. “I will-”

“What the hell?!” A voice roared from the doorway. Sam immediately released you, spinning towards the figure at the door. You saw who it was and felt yourself go cold all over.

Bucky was holding a tray filled with snacks and drinks, but what frightened you was the plastic of the tray that looked like it was about to crack from the pressure he was applying to it from how hard he was gripping it. However, what frightened you even more, was the coldness and hurt in his eyes.

Bucky glared at you and Sam. “If you guys are gonna suck each other’s faces off, at least have some decency and GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” He spat out, slamming the tray down on the bedside table and spilling the drinks in the process. He then turned on his heel and sped out of the room, slamming the door closed. Sam stared at the mess beside the door, then wordlessly turned to look at you.

“At least now you know Barnes likes you too”, he stated, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Really, Sam?! Now you bring that up?”

Sam grunted. “I’m just saying! You should probably go after him though. You two have a lot to tell each other.”

You nodded with a sigh, glancing worriedly at the door. “You’re probably right. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna kill you afterwards for this.”

Sam lifted his hands in defence. “Hey! You’re going to thank me for this later, no need to get mad!”

Nodding sarcastically, you muttered a “just you wait” and ran out of the room, your heart pounding and your thoughts focused on Bucky.

You found Bucky on the roof, staring out across the city.

His entire body was tense; his fists clenching and unclenching the whole time. A few loose strands escaped his bun and flitted around in the wind, but he didn’t seem to care. You came up close beside him and could feel the wind being knocked out of you when you saw his face.

Bucky was crying, angry tears pouring down his cheeks, his eyes red. His face wore an expression of anger, hurt, sadness…it was easy to decipher exactly what Bucky was feeling. As soon as you saw what state he was in, guilt settled heavily in your chest and tears pricked at your own eyes. You reached out and gently touched his arm but as soon as you did, Bucky jerked away from your touch and turned around so you wouldn’t be able to see his face.

“The hell do you want?” He mumbled in an irritated tone.

“Bucky, I…with Sam, it’s not what it looks like-”

“Really?” Bucky cut in. “Because it certainly looked like you were about to…fondue.”

You cracked a small smile at this. “Goodness, no! Sam is like a brother to me, not anything else!” You reached out and grabbed his arm; this time, he didn’t pull away. You took a deep breath.

“Look, Sam and I were just messing around. He wanted to cheer me up because…well, what I wanna say is…I guess that…”

Before you could stutter even more, Bucky did something that astonished you. Turning around in a flash, he grabbed you and roughly slammed his lips onto yours.

Your eyes shot open and you went rigid, unable to move a muscle. Bucky kept his lips on yours for a while longer before pulling away, his hands shaking slightly.

“S-sorry, (Y/n)”, he murmured in a broken voice. “I just thought y-you wanted to say you l-liked m-me…I’m sorry.”

You gasped slightly, realizing that he thought you didn’t like him back. Grabbing his hand, you stopped him quickly.

“W-wait, Bucky!” You cried out. “Of course I like you back! You just surprised me, like, a lot.” Laughing nervously, you looked up and met his gaze.

Bucky laughed in relief. “Oh, thank god. For a second there I thought I was wrong.”

You giggled as well, your nervousness quickly fading away. “How could I not like you back, Bucky?”

With that, you pulled him as close to you as possible and leaned up, brushing your lips against his, feeling how relaxed his body became and quickly leaning into his touch. You loved how gentle he was, loved how the setting seemed so perfect and loved the feeling that nothing could ever go wrong anymore. But, most of all, you loved Bucky; with him, you felt at home.

As long as I have you with me, nothing can bring us down.

So here it is! I hope you all enjoyed this part and the little rooftop scene ;)

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it happened one night

okay, you all can blame nobodytoldthehorse for this one and the prompt that that started it (see here).

In which Jack (not intentionally) breaks into Katherine’s apartment. Shenanigans ensue.


There is a man on her couch.

There is a man on her couch who should not be there.

Well alright, he isn’t a total stranger—he’s from the apartment next door, the one who leaves at all hours of the day and who lives with two other boys. He’s the cocky, smiley one, who always gives her a little grin and tip of the head when they pass each other in the hall. The other two she doesn’t see near often enough but she’s caught glimpses of them, here and there.

None of this goes any further to explain why this particular man is on her couch.

Keep reading



At first I thought it might be the living room because of the wall plaid paper and stone wall, but there’s no wood paneling in the Twitter pictures.

Then accio-drawing-skills reminded me the paneling was added to the house sometime after the wax museum closed down! (scene above from Head Hunters)