corsets top

ENG: On the first day of February, I bring you Bubblegum Vampire love

[Description: a digital inked drawing of Princes Bubblegum and Marceline the Vampire Queen from Adventure Time. They are close together, Marcy holding PB’s face, her tongue near her cheek, as if tasting her. PB seems to be smiling, her right hand resting on Marcy’s chest, her left hand on the back of Marcy’s neck. Marceline is wearing a lose crop top, with jeanss, boxers, and a flannel shirt tied to her hips. PB’s wearing a corset top, and a skirt.]


ESP: En el primer día de febrero, les traigo amor vampiro con gusto a chicle.

[Descripción: un dibujo de tinta digital de la Dulce Princesa y Marceline, la Reina Vampira, de Hora de Aventura. Están juntas, Marcy sosteniendo la cara de PB en sus manos, su lengua cerca de la mejilla de PB, como si la estuviera probando. PB parece estar riéndose, su mano derecha sobre el pecho de Marceline, la izquierda en su cuello. Marcy está usando un top corto y suelto, jeans, boxers, y una camisa tipo leñador atada en la cadera. PB está usando un corset corto y una pollera.]

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16 boyf riends

(Boyf Riends 16) “I found you–in the bathroom at a formal event, crying in the bathroom over how you saw yourself as ugly” (I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE ANON, I SEE IT AND I THINK ITS GREAT)

“You know…” Jeremy smiled as he fixed his tuxedo tie. “I never thought we’d make it here…” His eyes in awe as he took in the chandeliers and grand, gold and champagne paisley wall decals, this was easily the nicest place either boy had been.  “Prom.”

They made it to their senior prom, of course not without some flaw. Jeremy had missed his chance to ask Christine, who was already going with a group of girls as they either had passed up too many invitations or just got none. Michael, too, missed his chance in asking anyone out. So as per usual, the friends were together again. “This is going to be nuts…” Michael muttered to himself, and then nodded. He pinched both sides of his bowtie and ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s make this the best night two bros can have!” They were dateless, sure, but they survived to see their senior prom.

Jeremy watched Michael bolt through the crowd of fancily dressed teenage students and smiled. His best friend cleaned up pretty nice in a red suede suit and bowtie. It wasn’t until he lost Michael on his sprint towards the pier side ballroom that Jeremy felt a sweat start up. “MICHAEL! WA-WAIT!” He gulped narrowing tripping over some girl’s excessively long gown. “S-sorry” He gulped, holding up his hands defensively as her date gave Heere a look that made him want to disappear. Squip-less Jeremy was working on the little dexterity he was known for. He followed the herd to the ballroom, ooh’ing and awe’ing at the dome shaped room, wall to ceiling windows giving them a perfect view of the riverside pier.

It wasn’t long before this elegant ballroom turned into a massive, grinding house party. There was something visually jarring watching formally dressed teens turn into gyrating, jittering juveniles who were most likely looking to get a little something-something at the end of the night. Jeremy felt himself nervously swaying side to side, off beat, as he tried to locate safety.

His body was a small boat lost in a sea of yachts. He was barely keeping himself up as beautiful, massive ships swayed and moved along the endless ocean of a dance floor. “Jeremy!” Called a beautiful red buoy in a bowtie coming to his way, he drew a small breath of relief. He stopped swaying by the time Michael reunited with him. “They have milkshake SHOTS” Michael beamed chugging a small glass of pure dairy goodness down. “The music is kinda lame, what the top fuckboy hits of 2017?”

“H-Heh yeah…” Jeremy rubbed his arm a bit; usually he felt a little more ease being around Michael. Something about the atmosphere was off putting. Maybe it was something about the music? Or the fact they were two dateless guys. Or perhaps how good Michael looked in his suit, clean cut, bright smile, and the red was the same shade of Jeremy’s favorite drink.

“You ok? You look…” Michael looked Jeremy up and down, enjoying how nice he looked in a plain black suit with a red tie. Shame his look didn’t match the expression he wore; his delicate, wispy brown brows furrowed forming a small ‘v’ wrinkle between them. Michael wanted to iron out the worried line with his thumb…but … “You look constipated” Jeremy internally flinched. Was it that obvious he was uncomfortable? “We can bounce you know, prom isn’t that great, the food looks meh at best. We can –“

“No, no!” Jeremy didn’t drag Michael out to prom just to bail. He wanted to be here. He really did, there was just something bothering him. It had been since they purchased the tickets and the suits together. “Actually, I think you might be on to something.” He chuckled, looking for a good out, thankfully even when Michael didn’t mean to he managed to give Jeremy an escape route from this boss battle. “I’m going to hit the bathroom.”

“O-Ok Jeremy…” Michael watched as his small, lanky friend spun on his heel and zipped through the dancing crowds. He weaseled his way through densely packed bodies. He left a train of ‘sorrys’ and ‘excuse mes’ as he bumped and weaved to the opposite end of the dance floor. He kept his eyes on the floor worried his big feet would catch something, a dress or someone’s heels, and send him careening to the floor. The last thing he needed was to fall flat on his face.

Without taking his eyes off the floor he hurried into the bathroom and sighed. Why was this not as great as he thought? What was throwing him off? “Come on…prom…this is fun” He glared at his reflection in the mirror, his blue eyes focusing everything in him to bring a pleasant feeling…that was until the door opened. He jumped at the sight of Christine waddling in her red dress. “C-C-Chri-nn?!” Jeremy’s voice cracked so bad the rest of her name got lost somewhere between his throat and his lips.

“Jeremy what are you doing hanging out in the girls’ bathroom? At a formal event?” She blinked a few times, “doesn’t matter do you have a pin or something—of course you don’t who would. UGH” She rubbed her face and groaned.

“W-What’s wrong?”

Christine turned fully and exposed her ripped lacing ribbon to her corset top. “I have no idea how I managed to rip the STRING to the corset…I’ve been asking around for pins or anything to keep my top from falling off…” Her voice sounded so defeated and low, it was unlike her. “So much for prom huh…”

Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek, he mulled over solutions for a second before glancing down at his thin, neck tie. “Hey…” He slowly undid his tie and folded it in half length wise. “You think this might work?”

Willing to try Jeremy positioned himself by the sinks while Christine stood in front of him with her back to him. He started threading the tie like a new string, lacing her back up with care.

“I saw Michael out there, he looks really neat. He was taking to Rich.” She giggled, “did you come here with Michael ?”

“Yup, just bros flying solo.” Jeremy muttered, he was more than aware how nice Michael cleaned up for prom. “I’m surprised he’s having so much fun…” Prom was more Jeremy’s idea, Michael agreed because they were both dateless…and Jeremy was in need of some moral support tonight.

“Oh…really? I thought…” She paused but didn’t let the thought die, much to Jeremy’s dismay. “I thought you guys came together, you know…but it makes sense. Why not, you two are just friends right? Must be nice to just hang with your friends.” Christine chimed her voice back to its chipper tone.  Once Jeremy was done she spun around and paused. “You should probably get out of the girl’s bathroom…and join us, maybe you can squeeze a little boogey-oogy- woogy time. I might ask Michael to dance since we’re going twinsies on the red.”

“Y-Yea sure.” He watched Christine, in her newly laced dress exit. She looked equally as amazing in red. Jeremy could picture Christine and Michael dancing together. A perfect red pair of bubbling smiles and giggles…he felt envy build up inside him the longer he thought about how much fun Michael was having. How well he was blending in. The last party Jeremy was at, Michael had stowed away and wasn’t anywhere to be seen for the longest time.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder and felt heat build around his face. His eyes started to water when a very old and familiar thought crossed his mind. “You look like shit.” He whispered to himself. Just as he sniffled back the heated tears the door swung open.

“Jeremy! There you are” Michael laughed, “dude why are you in the girl’s bathroom, by yourself? At…prom?” Michael’s smile was forced, one look and he felt an old memory surface. Being alone in the bathroom with a sorry face? Michael knew that feeling a little too well. “You ok? You look…well did you at least use the bathroom?” He thumbed to one of the stalls. “Or are you planning on using the little boy’s room?”

“I’m…” Jeremy sighed, “I’m not fine.” He admitted softly. “…this sucks.”

“This was your idea, its prom, we have no dates of course it sucks.” Michael chuckled, “but hey we’re …in it together, right?”

“Oh yeah, that makes me feel better” Jeremy groaned, “Going to Prom with my bro who looks ten times better than me.” Who gave Michael the right to look nice? And why was he saying “my bro” like it was a bad thing. Why…did prom feel so strange all of the sudden. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and slowly he brought his eyes up to Michael’s.

“Don’t tell me you’re crying in the bathroom because you see yourself as ugly?” He spoke softly, “Jeremy you look great, any girl out there would be stoked to dance with you. Like man, you’re like …suaver than 007 in Goldeneye cover! You’re like…” He started to babble and ramble, Jeremy felt his cheeks flush a bit.

“I don’t want to dance with anybody out there…” He kept his eyes on the tiled ground. “…I don’t know I just do think its … we’re here together so are we really ‘dateless’?”

“a-ah..no I guess…I mean…” Michael’s babbling was now cut short. The silence hung heavy; there was a strange understanding happening. Michael started to realize what about prom wasn’t jiving well with Jeremy. Neither knew how to say it, how to cross that line of verbalizing that feeling. Suddenly the blasting bass sounds died into a slow, ancient ballad. “Heh Whitney…”

“Bet everyone on the dance floor is screaming the lyrics out..” Jeremy added, it was a slow dance song. He looked back at Michael after staring off towards the door and noticed there was a clammy, shaky hand outstretched towards him. Michael didn’t say a word, nor did Jeremy. He kept staring at the hand as the song ticked by. Slowly Jeremy placed his hand in Michael’s, after waiting so long he flinched before grasping his hand.

Michael wasn’t sure how to hold Jeremy…his heart made it hard to keep beat with the song. They settled on awkwardly holding each other’s waist and swaying back and forth.

“I’m glad.” Jeremy spoke up, “I’m glad I’m here with my favorite person…” He kept his head down, his face redder than Michael’s suit.

Jeremy might have said this before but it sounded so much more…than before. No this was different this was…Instead of saying the millions of things he could have said Michael opened his mouth and started to sing, off key, “…I don’t have to look, very much further. I don’t wanna have to go where you don’t followwww

“Oh jeez, Michael, I’m trying to say like…” This was what he was missing, the worries slid away from him. A truly genuine smile formed on Jeremy’s nervous and slightly sweaty face. He didn’t want to be dateless at prom, he didn’t want to be here with his bro…He wanted to be here with Michael. Jeremy couldn’t get another word past Michael who was belting every note as if to drown out the giddiness. “God, Michael…” Jeremy cautiously leaned into Michael’s chest and resorted to hugging him as they swayed to the Whitney Houston song in the middle of the girl’s bathroom.

Slowly, Michael’s arms wrapped around Jeremy’s small frame and locked him into a tight hug.

Tonight, Michael wasn’t alone in the bathroom.

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Paris - Stefan Salvatore x Reader

Originally posted by the-vampire-diaries-gif

Pairing: Stefan x Reader

Prompt: Request! – ‘Can I request a Stefan Salvatore x reader where he and the reader are really close and in a half ways relationship, it’s clear that they both really love each other but they also just need a tiny shove to make it official. They could be traveling the world together and one of them realizes it in the heat of the moment and you can decide exactly how it ends :)’ (Also inspired by Paris - The Chainsmokers)

Warning: Smut….no hard-core stuff today sorry!

ENJOY!!

*****

You strolled onto the balcony staring at the sunrise as you sipped on your coffee. You heard Stefan enter the room but chose to keep looking at the beautiful view. Since you got to Paris things had been different between you two but you couldn’t quite figure out why. You knew he was behind you but he stayed silent. Suddenly you heard the click of the Polaroid camera you took everywhere. You turned round and saw a picture printing out. You shook your head chuckling as he smiled at you with his eyebrows raised playfully.

You sipped your coffee as you observed the people who were moving around the streets. It was still very quiet and because of this it was your favourite time of day to relax. Stefan stood behind you leaning down and hugging you without saying anything. You loved moments like this, because it meant you didn’t have to admit what was happening, you just got to live in the moment.

Paris was your last stop but you still had 3 weeks left there. It made you sad that your traveling was coming to an end but at the same time you missed your friends. You’d been traveling with Stefan for nearly 6 months and you enjoyed it, seeing all the different cultures. Stefan was your best guy friend and you couldn’t ask for better company.

You leaned against him as he played with the ends of your hair, his rough hand occasionally brushing against your exposed shoulder. Today the plan was to go shopping and just explore, you’d only been in Paris for 2 days and so far you hadn’t seen much because you’d been tired from all the traveling. So you and Stefan had just stayed in your hotel room.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Stefan’s voice finally cut through the silence. You nodded in agreement before standing up, his hands sliding away from you as you did. He looked at you with a soft smile which you returned before walking back into your shared room. It was a nice room it had two separate bedrooms and a small kitchen/dining room but it was cute and you loved it the moment you saw it.

You searched through your bag as soon as you arrived to your room. You and Stefan never took suitcases because wherever you went you could just buy the clothes you needed. That was one thing you couldn’t wait for, you’d told Stefan you wouldn’t bring any clothes home except when you went to Paris. You told him you would be sending everything home.

You picked out a pair of light orange hi-waist shorts, a black lace corset style crop top a thick gold statement bracelet with a matching statement necklace and a pair of plain white pointy toed heels. You smiled at the outfit choice before making your way out into the main area. Stefan was dress and looked up from his phone as soon as you came out. He scanned over your outfit as you slipped on your sunglasses and smiled softly before standing up and offering you his arm, you took it smiling to yourself.

You made your way through the now bustling streets, looking through shop windows until you came to one that had a pair of shoes that caught your eye. They were a texture champagne gold, you couldn’t stop staring they were absolutely gorgeous. You felt Stefan drag you into the shop before he stop at the first shop assistant he saw. You knew immediately what shop you were in and you couldn’t contained your smile, Christian Louboutin. You’d been in a few designer boutiques on your travels but you had yet to be in a Christian Louboutin store which is surprising because they’re everywhere. It’s not like you’d never seen a Louboutin boutique because with 900 years in this world you were there when the brand was created. As Stefan spoke to the assistant you gazed around with wide eyes, before being pulled over to some seats.

You sat down as the woman brought over the same shoes you had been looking at. You looked at Stefan as if asking if it was okay, he nodded so you took the shoes from her and looked at them. They were gorgeous but you wouldn’t expect anything less from Christian Louboutin. You slid off your shoes before carefully putting the gold shoes on. After they were on you stood up with ease and looked down at the gorgeous shoes, you glanced at Stefan who was smiling at you.

“We’ll take these please.” He told the assistant how nodded and accepted the card that Stefan had just handed her.

“Stefan I can buy it.” You groaned softly.

“So can I.” Stefan chuckled.

“Stefan I’m about 800 years older than you I think I can buy my own Louboutin’s.”

“I’m buying them so get over it.” He grunted as the assistant brought back his card giving you a shoe box for your old shoes.

After a few more hours your shopping bags had finally gotten too much to carry so you decided to go back to the hotel. Once you arrived back Stefan told you to go change, telling you that’s you’d be going out somewhere nice for dinner. You pulled out your Dior black off the shoulder gown and your new pair of red Louboutin’s. You curled your hair and put on simple makeup with red lipstick before exiting your room. Stefan was stood there in his new black Armani three piece suit, he looked amazing. You smiled as he stared at you in momentary shock before clearing his throat and offering his arm once again.

You made your way to the car that was waiting to take you to your destination, you looked out the window and stared at the pretty lights that lit everything up as you slowly pulled up to the restaurant. Stefan got out first before going round to your side and opening the door, holding his hand out dutifully. As you strolled into the restaurant you realised everyone’s eyes were on Stefan which made you smile and lean over, you lips almost brushing against his ear.

“Everyone’s staring at you.” You chuckled before pulling away and grinning at him.

“Actually they’re staring at you.” He whispered making you look up in disbelief. You looked around and realised he was telling the truth. You blushed and gripped Stefan’s arm tighter, trying to ignore the stares.

You were lead to your table, by a guy who looked like he was in his mid-twenties, he was very good looking but then you soon realised that most of the waiters and staff were just as if not more good looking. The waiter tried to pull out your chair but Stefan beat him to it which made you smile up at him. You felt your heart flutter slightly as his hand brushed against the exposed part of your back, you shivered slightly and turned to the view you had from the window seat. Stefan quickly took his seat before ordering a bottle of wine. You turned to look at him as soon as the waiter disappeared, his eyes were half closed as if he was thinking about something.

“You look really beautiful.” He glanced at you with something you couldn’t quite place but the stare only made you blush once again.

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” You whispered back playfully, moving your hair to one side exposing more of your skin.

As you and Stefan joked and spoke about anything and everything you didn’t realised you’d got through a three course meal and 2 bottles of wine. Stefan decided that you’d had enough wine when you started giggling at almost everything he was saying.

As you walked through the quiet peaceful streets of Paris you clung to Stefan arm, your head resting against his shoulder. You stopped to take of your heels before stepping onto the grass right in front of the Eiffel Tower. You spun around, your arms spread wide as you felt the light breeze brush across your skin. Suddenly you were off the ground, Stefan had tackled you and thrown you over his shoulder as he started running around. You squealed clutching his back, giggling as he spun around before carefully placing you down.

He grabbed you waist and hand before he started dancing to non-existent music, you laughed along with him as he spun you round before dipping you. As he brought you back up you realised your noses were touching, his strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You glanced down at his lips before you looked into his eyes, they held the same look as in the restaurant but you still couldn’t place what it was.

Your head was spinning as his hand came up to brush your cheek gently, if you weren’t concentrating on his every move you wouldn’t of even known he’d touched you. His thumb slid down your cheek before brushing lightly against your bottom lip causing you mouth to open slightly. Your eyes flicked back to his lips before speaking.

“Kiss me.” You whispered so quietly if he wasn’t a vampire you were sure he wouldn’t have heard you. He didn’t respond with word but chose to obey your request. He leant in a little more you lips finally meeting in a sweet loving kiss. After a few seconds your courage grew, your hands now sliding up his chest to lock around neck as you deepened the kiss, your lips moving against his in perfect rhythm. One of his hands resting on your cheek as his other was gripping your hip. You pulled away reluctantly, opening your eyes to meet his.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realise it before.” Stefan whispered smiling slightly, his thumb making circles on your cheek, you looked at him with a questioning glance waiting for him to elaborate.

“I am in love with you.” You stared at him in shock as he started grinning for ear to ear. He pulled back slightly but not letting go of you, he slung his head back and screamed at the top of his lung.

“I AM IN LOVE WITH Y/N Y/L/N!!” You blushed as you saw a few people glance over at you but you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

“Do I not get to add my two cents?” You chuckled as his head came back down, his grin still firmly in place. He tilted his head as if waiting for my response to his very loud confession. You pulled him down for a chaste kiss before looking into his eyes once again.

“I love you too.” You whispered, your cheeks tinted with pink but you didn’t care because it felt like a weight had been lifted.

He raised one of his brows at you before he gripped you waist and spun you around making you squeal. You laughed as he finally put you down, his hand grabbing yours as you began walking. Stefan called the car to come and pick you up so you could go home.

As you got back into the apartment Stefan picked you up bridal style and made his way to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed before playfully flopping down next to you causing you to laugh. He leant up to rest on his left elbow as his hand brushed your curls away, his smile was soft and loving making you finally realise what that look he’d been giving you all night was. It was love, pure undeniable love.

You rolled over so you were straddling his waist, looking down at him with a loving smile. His hand reached up to cup your cheek before bring you down for a passion filled kissed, your hand resting on his chest as he kissed you with more passion than you’d ever felt in your life. You felt his hand move to the back of your dress, carefully unzipping the dress making it pool across Stefan’s suit covered torso. You reached down to start unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt since his blazer had been discarded before her picked you up. He sat up so you could pull everything off, his lips placing soft kisses across your chest.

He flipped you both round before ridding you of your dress leaving you in no bra and a black lace thong. You flipped back over after your dress was gone, his hands slid down the sides of your waist before they reached you ass. He groaned when he realised you had a thong on which made you giggle softly, he looked up with a playful smirk on his face before he flipped you and pinned you to the bed jokingly growling and nipping at your neck, making you smile and giggle at his actions.

“Stefan?” His head snapping up at the sound of his name.

“Make love to me.” You whispered slightly out of breathe from laughing. He nodded before he leaned down kissing you shoulder, his lips trailing down your body causing shivers to erupt through your body. His hands roamed your body as if trying to memorize every inch of your skin. You ran you hand through his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips being cautious with every move they took.

His hand slid down to your panties, looking up to check it was okay before sliding underneath them once he got approval. His index finger running across your entrance making him groan in approval. He slid in one finger with ease causing you to gasp of approval, your back hips bucking up in an attempt to feel fuller. Stefan took this as a hint and slid in another finger in, moving his thumb to circle your clit as he pushed his fingers in and out slowly.

“S-Stefan.” His name falling from you lips as you felt your orgasm nearing. You gripped his wrist and pulled him away which caused him to look up at you with confusion.

“I-I want to cum with you.” You stuttered quietly, looking at him shyly. He smiled at you tenderly before taking the initiative, slipping out of his Armani pants and Calvin Klein boxers. He then moved to slid down your black lace undies before he moved between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. His hand caressed your face as if asking you if it was okay. You nodded in response before wrapping your arms around his shoulders which made him lower so you were almost chest to chest.

He carefully aligned himself before he steadily entered your heat, he bit his lip groaning slightly. You whimpered against his neck, his hand running through your hair as he whispered sweet words into your ear. Once you’d adjusted he started thrusting into you slowly, his hands still touching your body sweetly. You quiet moans filled the room along with his soft pants, he moved back a little so he could see you, his thrusts becoming more firm but remaining loving. He leant down to kiss you as he gripped your hips tightly as if trying to control himself. You kissed him back running your hand through his hair as his thrust sped up a lightly.

You felt yourself start to build once more, your grip on his hair tightening which he apparently took as a hint because he moved one hand between you both and started circling your clit slowly. You bucked against him, your nails digging into his shoulders as if trying to ground yourself.

“M’Close…S-Stefan.” You moaned against his lips as he pulled away slightly, your lips still touching slightly.

“Me too.” He groaned as you whispered in his ear ‘Harder’. He sped up as you felt yourself near the edge.

“Cum for me Y/N.” He whispered against your lips before nibbling your lip slightly. That’s all it took for you to fall over the edge, your walls clenching around him caused him to follow you. You both rode out your orgasm until you were both worn out and sensitive. He pulled out, collapsing next to you. He pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest as your panting dissipated.

*****

The next 3 weeks were like a dream filled with love, morning sex and laughs but it was finally time to leave. You were sad but you knew you couldn’t ignore the fact you had friends and family at home. You turned to Stefan as he signed a piece of paper which was to confirm the location that the boxes of clothes were going. You smiled as he finished and made his way over to you then you remembered something.

“Oh yeah don’t forget we have to stop by New Orleans before we go home.” You stated happily as you walked to the car that was waiting for you.

“Ugh. Do we have to?” Stefan huffed childishly causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yes I promised ‘Lijah and Nik.” In the 900 years you’d known this family they had always been the only constant. You didn’t care for thing like love usually but with Stefan it was different, you felt like a human when you were with him.

“Fine. It’s a good job I love you.” Stefan groaned as we got into the sleek black car.

*****

“Niklaus Mikaelson! Put that bloody teenage girl down. NOW!” You roared as you entered the original mansion to see Nik’s hand around a petite brunet teen’s throat.

“Y/N! Your home!” Nik dropped the girl and came over to hug you but you avoided his arms as you went to check on the young girl.

“Are you okay sweetie?” You asked softly, her fearful nod made you turn to back to Niklaus with a glare. You stood up and stormed over to the nearest metal object picking it up before winding Niklaus with the metal bar.  He curled up in a ball as you smacked his spine it, before you kicked his chest so he was laying on his back. You dug your spikey black Louboutin’s into his chest bone making him wince.

“I suggest you apologise to her and have the cooks make her some bloody food! Do you hear me Niklaus!?” You screamed you heel digging into his chest causing him to start bleeding as it cut through the skin.

“Okay!” He screamed as he tried to pry your foot off him.

“Even I feel sorry for you right now. And I hate you.” You heard Stefan’s voice cut through your rage making you smile.

“Divina I am very sorry. Would you like to stay for dinner?” Klaus mumbled quietly, his embarrassment evident. She looked shocked but nodded carefully.

“Oh your Marcel’s daughter right? You should have him come too. I haven’t seen him in years.” You sighed before making your way into Stefan’s arms.

****

You all sat around the dinner table, you sat in between Stefan and Nik, with you at the end of the table. Divina sat quietly next to Marcel as if they would want to be anywhere else.

“So let me get this straight, Marcel didn’t die but instead of finding his family he stole your city and now you’re fighting over it?” You raised your left eyebrow at them as they nodded like scolded children.

“Oh he also summoned your father with the very blonde Bex and you also have a miracle baby.” You huffed as you pointed at the gorgeous little one year old who was chomping on some mashed potato.

“Marcellus Mikaelson.” He flinched as his names fell from your lips, his eyes widening slightly.

“Nik, ‘Lijah and I built this city! If you and ditz over there hadn’t of summoned their father we would be staying here! You had over this city and come live with your family before I kill every single minion you have! Do you understand me?” You snapped your voice one of an angry parent.

“Thank you!” Klaus exclaimed like he’d won which made you glance over at him with a raise brow.

“Don’t think you’ve won! Don’t pretend you were the king here! You were the prince! I was the Queen remember that Niklaus! I also do not appreciate the fact you tried to kill Marcel several times! He is family and if I see you bickering with each other again I will snap your necks repeatedly!”

“Well said Y/N.” Elijah huffed but you turned to him with an unamused look.

“Elijah do not think you are off the hook! You went along with Nik’s charade! You also accused your own brother of using his bloody child! You are the oldest! Act like it! And YOU!” You switched your attention to Bekah who was trying to escape the table.

“Next time you want to try and betray your brother remember this moment! Marcel you are free to be with Rebekah. No more betrayal! Understood!?” They all murmured ‘yes’ before going back to their food before Hayley finally spoke up.

“Well that was dramatic.” She sassed before feeding hope another mouthful. Before she could blink you dragged her away from the child, your hand around her throat as your pinned her against the wall.

“And you! Stop switching from Jackson to Elijah! They are not toys so don’t treat them as such! You have a child you should set an example! Not throw yourself at any man you can! So either stay away from Elijah or give Jackson up and be with Elijah!” You snarled as she choked against you grip, you heard Elijah snapping at you to let her go but you just stared into Hayley’s eyes. She nodded and you released her.

“Bex could you switch seats with Divina please.” You muttered as you sat back down.

“Why?” She questioned softly.

“Because I know you and my boyfriend have a past and I don’t want you in a 3 meter radius.” You deadpanned which caused Nik to start laughing as Elijah tried to cough to cover his smile up.

“Seriously!?”

“When did you turn into Caroline?” You snorted as she swapped seats with Divina. You nodded at Divina before digging your fork into a cut up piece of steak before holding it up to Stefan’s lips. He chuckled at you taking the steak, leaning over to give you a chaste kiss before moving back to chew his steak.

“What did I miss?” You heard a cheeky voice as from behind you which made you choke on your wine. There stood your old flame Kol Mikaelson.

“I don’t want you within 3 meters of Y/N.” Stefan joked which made everyone start laughing.

That Connection [4/6]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tech!Reader

Warning: Swearing, angst (come on guys it wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t a little drama in this) and umm sassy, witty, playful banter.

A/N: This is a spin off of Criminal Minds Penelope x Morgan relationship, only they end up together at the end. haha. There will only be like 5 or 6 parts to this at the most. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want to be tagged.

You being the tech analysis for the Avengers, you’re at their call 24/7 specially when they take off on missions. You have a great relationship with the whole team, but the playful, witty banter you have with Steve is next level, your his favorite girl and he’s your blue eyed god. Little does he realize you’re harboring a deep, brooding love for him, now if only he returned the same feelings.

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“Ow.” Steve chuckles wincing away from you.

“Don’t be a baby.” You roll your eyes.

“Gentle doll.” Steve winks at you.

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Blouse: Moi Meme Moitie
Pants: Fan + Friend
Waist Corset: Black Peace Now
Top Hat: Villagehatshop
OTKs: Innocent World
Jabot, feather epaulette: Self-Made

Mostly black mature gothic ouji coord. I’ve been wearing a lot of blouses + skirts/pants lately (so comfy) and wanted to photograph something similar. I made the poofy jabot myself. It’s the kind of shape I have wanted from a jabot and I could not find! Also this is the first coord to be shot in my new home studio I made.

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/469164030/witch-top-paint-splatter-fabric-bat?ref=shop_home_active_2

Model: Nicole Renee

Photographer: Steve Ledell

Rain’s Wonderland Handmade Gothic Fashion

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If you’re going to tell me that Gamzee Makara–the troll who carries around glittery special stardust to throw in their own face at periodic intervals–wouldn’t actively try to glue as many sparkly things to their face as possible, you’re wrong and I’ll fight you.

Steampunk Femzee debut, Katsucon XXI 2015

Femzee | Karkat | Photographer

anonymous asked:

Awwww maaaaannnn... No more post on how to make tutu's, bodices, and stuff? That makes me a saaaaaaddddd panda....

Here you go anon!

Here is a pattern for an easy wedding dress! 

Here is a tutorial on how to make cargo shorts! 

Here is a tutorial on how to embellish dresses which are plain! 

Here you learn how to make a corset top (very cute)! 

Here is a really easy apron pattern! 

Here is a tutorial on how to make tiered lace shorts out of boxers!

Here an honestly awesome dude tells you how to make a collared shirt!

Here you learn how to make a no-sew one shoulder top! 

Here is a tutorial on how to sew sweatpants!

Hope that helps!

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Katherine Pierce 1864

The Right One Pt. 1

Jackson Wang X Reader

Looking through the mirror of the antique vanity even you had to admit that you looked amazing. The hairdresser and makeup artist had both done their jobs well. You’re dress wasn’t slacking either. The corset top with it’s pearl beaded design pushing everything in and up, and the lace sleeves that covered your arms for a hint of modesty. As beautiful as you were and as you felt it didn’t matter, none of this mattered to you. Everyone would tell you how beautiful you were, they would mean it too, despite the unhappiness in your eyes.

The door to the private room creaked open and you looked up from your frown to the unexpected guest.  

“Jackson?” You said impossibly quiet, “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“Your father may not like me, but you’re sister is still a fan.” He smiled softly, “You look…so beautiful.”

“You have to leave. I don’t want you to see me like this.” Your eyes filled with tears, it hurt so much to see him in front of you, “If my father finds you here…”

“Come with me.” He said stepping forward, wrapping his hands around your wrists. “It’s not too late, we’ll run away, wherever you want. Just, please, don’t do this.”

“Jackson, please,” your lips trembled, “this is already so hard”

“You don’t love him, you love me.” panic set in his voice. “This is crazy. Your father can’t control your life like this.”

“I won’t let him hurt you anymore.” you whispered, a tear rolling down your perfectly made face.

“Not having you is the worst pain.” Jackson said collecting the tear on the pad of his thumb. “Anything else I can handle, but not this.”  

“Please, just let me do this for you.” several more tears slipped from your eyes. “Please, just go.”

He nodded, knowing very well by now when you were decided on something. He kissed the tears from your cheeks. “One last kiss? Please, can I have at least that?”

You nodded and he tilted his head. His lips felt like home. They were soft, warm, and so familiar. Everything about him fit you, it had the moment you met him. His personality complemented yours. His arms fit around you like a seat belt and they were just as safe. And his lips, his lips fit yours like a matching puzzle piece and together they created the most beautiful picture you’d ever witnessed.

You kept your eyes closed when the kiss ended. You kept them closed as he said goodbye and you stuttered out your own goodbye with trembling lips. You kept your eyes closed as you listened to the door close with a click. You’d keep them closed until all of this was over.

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