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