You call Steve "punk". Have you ever slipped punk clothing into his closet? Does he wear it?
well, he absolutely refuses to wear combat boots. which i find personally offensive, because i wear steeltoe combats almost every day. but steve insists that having tromped across most of europe in steeltoes and only being saved from trenchfoot thanks to the miracle of old-timey science, he will no longer wear combat boots unless theyre the custom ones that go with his cap costume. sorry. uniform. and that since sneakers exist in the future and are, and i quote ‘like walking around with old mrs mckinneys angel cake for shoes, buck, its great’ he will not be wearing boots if he doesnt have to.
the day we talked him into skinny jeans was pretty great. have you ever seen a dog doing that high-step when you put shoes on them?? he looked like that for the first half hour or so. and then he tried to ‘jog’ up the tower lobby steps, and split his pants open at the crotch.
it was a good day for the ladies (and some of the gents. you know. the ones who didnt immediately grow inferiority complexes) in the lobby of stark tower.
it was not a good day for steve rogers.
putting steve in any kind of plaid just makes him look like a lumberjack, not a punk. so that doesnt work.
steve cant wear black without looking like a vampire, hes so pale. but one time he borrowed my dont-touch-me black leather motorcycle jacket and managed to make that look badass for a little while. and then he let a little girl in central park facepaint a sunflower on his left cheek, which pretty much spoiled and sort of badass look he might have been managing. which wasnt much, because he was still wearing khakis.
I feel like every time I’ve done a music meme, The Oh Hellos have popped up… I’m so predictable. Btw, for anyone who’s curious, that amazing lock screen? The work of the inimitable @grapefruitwannabe. She’s the bomb, and she draws an amazing Kagome. (Full piece here.)
sleep deprived, living off pizza, messy hair, zero makeup, and wearing the same clothes that i slept in to class and wore the day before? i guess i’m experiencing all the symptoms of being a college student. but the instant remedy of a snapchat filter will cover all that up lmao
Synopsis:Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?
(A/N: Ah, I’m not entirely sure how this came out, feedback would be much appreciated! I hope you guys enjoy though!)
“I should’ve known.”
Those three words echoed through your head all night, leaving you restless as you relentlessly tossed from side to side trying to work out the meaning behind the cryptic phrase. What was it she wasn’t telling you? She knew something. Something important, and yet she was keeping it from you.
Forcing yourself up in the morning, you pushed your disheveled hair out of your tired eyes, groaning as the realisation that you had to attend university that day, and resume normal life as if nothing had happened. As if your best friend wasn’t dead. As if you weren’t bitten by a strange man who you were starting to believe - as insane as it sounded to you - could well be a vampire of some sort, like something straight out of Twilight. You still struggled to wrap your head around the idea, your mind not able to comprehend the concept of mythical creatures such as vampires. You sat up in your bed, staring directly at the wall as you thought over everything. Subconsciously tilting your head to the side in thought, you wondered, if that man was truly a vampire, would the bite take effect on you too? Sighing, you shook your head as you finally climbed out of bed, the thought sounding ridiculous to you, and yet strangely true.
“(Y/N)!” You heard your mother calling from the other room. “You need to go to uni today, honey!” Her tone sounded fairly enthusiastic, but with an undertone of fatigue, like she had been up all night as well.
In as lively a tone as you could muster, you called back, “Yeah, I know, mum, I’m getting up.” Your hand involuntarily flew up to touch the fading bite mark once again, like you found yourself doing often, your fingers running over the small indents in your skin. “How am I just supposed to act like nothing happened?” You pondered, your head still clouded in total confusion. If you were ever going to be able to focus on anything, you had to find answers to the questions that kept you up all night. You had to find out everything.
Yoongi stared into the mirror, his fingers brushing over the pale skin of his face. All he could think about for the past few days was the girl with the red mask, as he glanced over his bedside table at that very mask. Your scent was intoxicating, addicting even, as a strange feeling stirred in his chest. You filled his thoughts constantly, as he found his mind wandering off, thinking about how your hair tumbled down your shoulders effortlessly, the way a few strands of your hair fell into your face. The way your soft eyes widened at the sight of him. You were no ordinary human, that he was sure of. At first glance, he thought you were one of their kind, although your skin only had a slight tinge of paleness compared to the marble-like skin of every other vampire he had seen. So, when he saw a blush rising up to your cheeks, a feeling of confusion clouded his mind. Since when did vampires blush? Were you a human then? But that couldn’t be it either.
That room was not supposed to be visible to humans. He often resided in that room during the extravagant balls, often preferring peace and quiet over the loud music and the murmur of voices in the ballroom. So… what exactly were you?
“Hyung!” Yoongi heard a familiar voice from outside his room, turning around, his eyebrows furrowing in slight annoyance, only to see Jimin pop his head through the doorway, eyes twinkling as his plump lips curled up in a mischievous smile. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready? You know how your dad is with your education.”
Of course he knew. It was his father who insisted he attend university and “do something useful with your life”, in his father’s own words. His father seemed to think that the only valid profession was a doctor or a engineer, or something “respectable” like that, and so Yoongi was relentlessly pushed into it against his own accord, and had no choice but to accept. It had been a few months since the first year had started, and he had only just began adjusting to the heavy workload and the concept of socialising with others.
“What about you?” Yoongi inquired, looking Jimin up and down. His outfit was a contrast to his embroidered tuxedo from a couple nights before, instead wearing a simple baggy white T-shirt with a pair of black shorts and a black beanie to match. Pulling his backpack off his shoulder and setting it down on the floor, the smile never once left Jimin’s face, as he replied, “You know everyone’s ready right? We’re all waiting on you.” Playfully punching Yoongi’s shoulder, he said, “Hurry up, grandpa, we haven’t got all day.” With that, Jimin proceeded to sling his backpack over his shoulder, casually walking out in typical Jimin fashion once again.
“This boy.” Yoongi shook his head, one corner of his lips twitching slightly as he tried to repress a smile. Looking back over at the mask one last time, he sighed, throwing his wardrobe door open, as he finally began to get ready for yet another gruelling day of university.
Staring out of the window of your mother’s small car, you self-consciously readjusted the turtleneck you were wearing, constantly worrying that someone would somehow see the bite mark. That wasn’t going to be easy to explain, to say the least. Looking down at the lit screen of your phone, you felt a pang of pain, like something had just stabbed your heart when you saw the ever-so-familiar picture of Mina and you. You didn’t have the heart to change it, instead serving as a reminder not to go to strange places. You realised that your day was likely to be much quieter without Mina’s constant chatter to accompany you. At least, that’s what you thought.
Finally pulling up by the fields surrounding your university, your mother turned to face you, a sympathetic smile etched on her face. “You’ll be okay, right?” She asked, her tone softening with concern for you.
Forcing a smile, you replied with as much enthusiasm as you could muster, “I’ll be fine, honestly. No big deal…” It felt you were trying to convince yourself rather than your mother, but she seemed satisfied with your answer, her eyes looking over you once more before you grabbed your backpack, slowly slinging it over your shoulder as you stepped out of the car.
Forcing your feet to move forward, you trudged towards the huge building, taking a deep breath before you stepped into the building, your head beginning to thump once again as students pushed and barged past you, causing you to have to force yourself through the stampede of people to reach the hall your lecture was being held in.
After finally escaping the crowd in one piece, you leaned against the wall by the door to the hall, patting your hair down so that you looked at least decent. Tilting your head slightly towards the door, you noticed a group of boys walking past, your curiosity piquing as a feeling of familiarity stirred in your chest. One of the guys pushed the door wide open with a shove, brushing his jet-black hair out of his eyes. Another of them, blonde haired this time, flashed a quick smile at you, the rectangular shape of his smile seeming strangely familiar, as he walked inside with the other remaining boys. Maybe they did the same course as you, you pondered, your mind recalling how you’d spotted them in previous lectures before. That must be it, you decided, and yet there was still a strange feeling nudging at the back of your mind.
Taking your seat in the large lecture hall, you set your bag down on the adjacent seat, tapping your pen on the hard surface of the desk. You noticed your bag being set down on the floor, however, and so your eyes trailed up to meet those of none other than your best friend, Mina. Your mind failed to comprehend the situation, that your best friend, who you thought was dead - you were certain you saw her seemingly dead with her own eyes - was standing there in front of you, her eyes twinkling in her usual mischievous manner. Something was different though, as you squinted your eyes in disbelief, your eyes scanning over her over and over again, as if to check if she really was there in front of you. As you looked over her for what seemed like the tenth time, you realised what was up. Her skin was almost the same marble-like colour of those people you had come across, the sparkle in her eyes just like the one you’d seen in the other mysterious men, that sparkle that left you immobilised, unable to take your eyes off.
“Mina?” You finally uttered, your body completely frozen in disbelief. “How… what… how?”
“Aw, did you miss me?” She winked, a shiver running up your spine as you still tried to wrap your head around the situation.
Your best friend was alive. And she was one of them.
SEDUCTIVE | Vampire! Au | Jungkook X Reader | SMUT | 6
Smut and angst ahead, sorry for any mistakes, and thank you for reading!
Wrapped in darkness, you curled up even smaller beneath the bed. You could hear your heart pounding violently inside your chest, and your blood ran cold in your veins from sheer terror. No sound was audible - it should have been comforting. But the crash that had rung out seconds before the eerie silence had settled has the opposite effect. It took great effort for you not to call out for Taehyung, desperate to hear confirmation that you were safe. But then you heard it. A pair of footsteps growing louder, and louder. Coming dangerously closer to your hiding place which offered no protection. And your instincts told you that those footsteps did not belong to Taehyung. From next to the bed, a pair of shoes came into view. Black, polished and formal. The man was wearing fitted black suit pants. Not what Taehyung had been wearing. Holding your breath, you listed your options - which were horrifically limited. There was Plan One. The one you favoured - simply remain still and pray that the man would go away. But then you remembered what Taehyung had said earlier - the scent of your hormones was heightened, so this man - this vampire, as Taehyung has told you - would undoubtedly be able to detect your presence with ease. This made Plan One invalid, which left you only with Plan Two. ‘Come out, sweetheart,’ the man cooed, his voice low and rough. You could see his legs bending - he was getting on his knees, so he could most likely pull you out from under the bed. You were trapped. So, it was in that moment that you decided to go with Plan Two: Run. You rolled out from under the bed, leaving you on the opposite side of the bed to the man. Mercifully, you had come out from beneath the bed right next to the door. As the man’s back straightened quickly, you turned and fled from the room, and made a dash for the living room. But you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw what awaited you. Half of the door was hanging off its hinges, and the other half of the door was laid in a splintered mess on the floor. And not far from the door was Taehyung, his body crumpled. Broken glass was in his hair, and was scattered around his head - he had clearly been knocked unconscious by the intruder. You had known him for such a short time, but it made your heart ache, seeing such the kind and considerate man like this. It was then, seeing Taehyung out cold, that you came to the daunting realisation that you were on your own. You decided to make a dash for the door, and you were so, so, so painfully close. Your right foot had just crossed the threshold when you stopped moving forward. And a hand clasped around your wrist, dragging you back. You yelled out in pain, your wrist screaming in pain from inside the iron grip of the stranger. To your complete and utter horror, you were pinned to one of the large couches, below the body of the man - vampire. You struggled below him, frantically trying to throw him off you. He pinned the hand you had free above your head, and he overcame your attempts of escape with terrifying ease. He looked to be in his early thirties, and his skin was pale and unblemished, just like the three other vampires you had met in your lifetime, which was about to be cut short. Or infinitely extended. His hair was black, and his face wasn’t particularly memorable. He was rather plain in truth, but his eyes were a pale green, an icy, unnatural shade. Pressing a calloused fingertip to your lips, he made a hushing noise which you supposed was intended to calm you. You whimpered softly, helpless, as he stared at you hungrily. 'I’ll be quick, now - this won’t hurt a bit. I bet you taste amazing. So…’ he growled, a feral grin gracing his features. He opened his mouth, and he revealed a pair of white, sharp canines which were appeared to be extending almost imperceptibly as he came closer. ’…sweet.’ His canines were inches away from your throat when you whipped your right hand - which he had neglected to pin - from behind your back. And you grabbed a glass bowl from upon the coffee table next to you. And you promptly smashed it over his head. Glass showered you, and the man went lip on top of you. Shards of the glass pressed into your forehead, your collarbone, and you didn’t have to look to know that your hair was covered in glass. But that was the least of your problems - the now unconscious vampire’s canines were still extended. And his limp neck was slipping, and his teeth were centimetres away from pressing into your shoulder. From by the door, Taehyung stirred, and you breathlessly called for him. You tried to move the man atop of you, but he was shockingly heavy. 'Tae! Please, he’s slipping! His teeth, they’re going to-’ Hands gripped the man’s body, and his weight was removed from atop of you. You sat upright as quickly as possible, brushing glass off you. You turned to Taehyung, who was holding the unconscious vampire in his arms. Both you and Taehyung stood for a moment, attempting to catch your breath, before Taehyung nodded to the man in his arms. 'Let me get rid of him, and we’ll talk.’ * While Taehyung was gone, you swept up the glass from the floor with a broom you found in a maintenance cupboard. By the time Taehyung returned, you had swept away any remnants of the intruder. Save for the smashed door. Taehyung immediately rushed over to you and took the broom from your hands, throwing it down. He forced you down on to the sofa, fussing over your injuries. 'I’m fine, Tae,’ you protested. 'You are the one who got knocked out. How’s your head?’ He shrugged in response, sweeping shards of glass from his dishevelled hair. 'I can’t feel pain. Nor can I be injured by some glass. You’re the injured one. Stay here. I’m going to get some first aid from the building’s reception, and then we’re leaving. We’re going to a hotel not far from here. I’m sorry that you got hurt, I thought it would be safe.’ Taehyung turned to leave, but you called after him. 'Who was that?’ you questioned. 'Lee Chul. I checked his driver’s license. He works not far from here - he was on his way home from work. He must have smelt you. His car’s parked outside the building, which he is currently slumped against. Don’t worry, people will just think he’s drunk.’ With that, Taehyung left to get first aid, and you were alone again. You had been alone for perhaps five minutes when you heard Taehyung returning. His footsteps echoed down the hall. But they were quick and urgent, so you braced yourself for more trouble. But it was not trouble that crossed the threshold and entered the apartment. It was a furious Jeon Jungkook.