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Oh Sehun//For Her

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Summary: The first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are tattooed onto your skin from birth. You hear the words, but in the worst possible situation - he’s in love with your close friend. 
Scenario: Soulmate AU, angst, fluff
Word Count: 5,746

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Fight (Fuck) Me! [Stiles x Reader]

A/N: just a little heads up, Theo’s a complete dick in this one. Also, if u guys have any ideas for stuff plz let me know.


Pairing: Stiles x Reader, Theo x Reader


Warning: abusive relationships, asshole Theo, smut (female fingering, oral - male receiving, the deed etc)


Summary: You and Stiles aren’t the best of friends, but you know he’s a pretty decent guy in the end.


***


“Are you fucking serious?” You yell out in shock and hear Stilinski irritable ‘Shut it!’ from halfway across the house. You can’t be bothered with how you’re dressed when you stomp over to him, holding out your bottle of moisturizer.


“Stilinski!” You shout and Stiles groans loudly. He’s lounging on the living room couch playing Xbox and dressed in a tight white shirt with some black jeans.


“What are you bitching about now?” He asks, not bothering to look away from his game. Your mouth drops open in shock at his lack of response and you stand with your arms crossed.


“I’m talking about this, you assfuck!” You scream, throwing your now ruined bottle at him. Stiles finally looks away from his game when the sticky, half open bottle hits him square in the chest. He holds it away from himself with two fingers.


“The fuck?” He asks, looking up at you. You stare him down, seething with anger with your arms crossed under your breasts.


“You!” You accuse. “You did this! And your gonna repay me for it. Do you have any idea how much that shit costs?”


You and Stiles have been living together for about three weeks now. Your dad and the Sheriff are close friends and you needed a place to stay while your dad was out of town on business. Immediately, he sent you to Beacon Hills, where you would attend Beacon High, and unfortunately, have to live with the Sheriff and his asshole son.


Only, that asshole son was a total fucking babe.


A total fucking babe that was staring at you with his mouth agape.


“What?” You snap angrily. It is only then that it occurs to you what exactly you look like. Your hair and parts of your body are dripping wet, having just walked out of the shower moments earlier, and the only thing covering your modesty is your hot pink Victoria’s Secret bra and thong, which you were wearing for a date tonight.


Stiles continues to stare at you, and makes a considerable effort to maintain eye contact. You huff, which you know makes your chest flair out. “Take a good look, Stilinski, coz that’s the closest you’re ever gonna get.”


With those final words, you grab the moisturizer bottle from his hands and storm back into the shower, temper flaring. You can feel his eyes on your ass all the way.


When you’re in the bathroom, you lock the door and make a quick decision to look extra fuckable tonight. You’re sure that Theo will appreciate your efforts. And if you slip back into the shower and spend thirty extra minutes with your fingers in your pussy, thinking of the hungry look in Stiles’ eyes moments earlier then it’s nobody’s business.


****


When you do finally emerge from the bathroom, you can’t help but feel a little proud. You’re wearing a tight white top that dips into a considerably low V with a red mini skirt that falls halfway down your thighs. Your hair is done in a way that you know makes you look gorgeous and your makeup, having taken about an hour to do, is fucking on point.


You walk to your temporary room and rummage through the closet the Sheriff gave you until you find a pair of brown, heeled boots. Slipping them on, you walk to the mirror and admire the way they elongate your legs.


“Hey, you done or not coz there’s-”


The voice stops short and you turn to see Stiles standing in your doorway, mouth agape. He’s staring at you as though he can’t believe what’s in front of him, and you take the opportunity to reach down to grab your bag and get your perfume, ass in the air.


“What is it?” You ask, flipping your hair to the side so that you can spray your neck. From the corner of your eye, you can see the way Stiles follows the movement, licking his lips. For a second, you think he might just pounce and attack you right there.


It’s difficult to ignore the wave of desire that courses through you at the thought.


Stiles finally snaps out of his daze when you place the perfume bottle down loudly. He clears his throat awkwardly and pretends that he hasn’t been outright staring. “Your, um- Your date’s here.”


You nod and grab your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. As you turn to leave, you notice that Stiles is still leaning against the door frame. “Yes?” You ask, albeit impatiently.


“How long’ve you been with this guy?” He asks, going for casual but it’s a near miss. You roll your eyes.


“None of your business, dad,” You reply pointedly, making a move to push past him. Stiles is quicker and stronger, so he easily stops you with two firm hands on your shoulders.


“I’m serious, (Y/N),” When he speaks you realise that he actually is. “Who is this guy to you? Do you trust him?”


There’s a long moment when you truly don’t know what to do. For the most of it, your conversations with Stiles have been clipped and short, or irritated and in the form of shouting contests. You haven’t heard him speak this sincerely before.


“Why?” You ask because you honest to God want to know. Stiles looks contemplative, as though he’s not sure whether or not to tell you something. The moment a decision crosses his face, a loud honk of a car is heard outside.


“Just-” Stiles sighs, and you notice that his hands are still on your shoulders. “Just be careful, alright? If there’s one person in the world that I don’t trust, it’s Theo Raeken.”


After a small nod, Stiles moves out of the way and you brush past him, walking out the door to where Theo is waiting in his car. You barely realise what’s going on around you, your mind still reeling from Stiles’ sudden attitude change.


“Do I smell?”


You jump at the sound of the voice. Looking to your left, you see Theo smiling at you gently. The car’s stopped and you realise that you’ve spent the entire ride to the restaurant in silence.


“I’m sorry?” Because there’s no way you heard that right.


“Do I smell?” He asks again and you shake your head. “Maybe it’s the outfit. A bit much?”


You smile and take a second to look at what he’s wearing. Theo cleans up nice. He’s in a blue button down with a pair of black slacks and some Oxfords on his feet. He looks really good.


“You’re incredibly hot.” You say with a smirk and Theo barks out a laugh. He steps out of the car and moves to your side, opening the door for you before you can’t protest.


“You’re pretty hot yourself, babe,” He whispers in your ear as you stand, one hand smacking your ass before he closes the door.


Your eyes dance around the restaurant and suddenly you feel really bad for the car ride. Mistaking your guilt, Theo walks you towards the table with a hand on the small of your waist, murmuring in your ear: “Don’t worry. The manager owes me a favour.”


He pulls your chair out for you and you sit, feeling a slight blush form on your neck. The table is set for two, in the balcony with no others. It’s completely private. There’s a rose in the centre and the classical music from inside filters through the air.


“This is really sweet.” You tell him when he takes his place in front of you. He smiles bashfully.


“Well, we needed some way to celebrate out one month anniversary.” You grin but can’t help but feel extremely guilty, thinking about how you’d spent the morning.


“Hey, what’s your deal with Stiles?” The words are out of your mouth before you can’t stop them. The smile on Theo’s face falls and immediately you regret it.


“My deal?” He asks, and immediately you know that you’ve crosses a line. In your four weeks of dating, you quickly learned when and when not to question Theo, and when to immediately back away before he gets mad. “What gives you the idea I have anything to do with him?”


“Nothing.” You say quickly, picking up a menu. “He just seemed to recognize you as all. Must’ve been my imagination.”


“Yeah, you really need to put a handle on that.” He murmurs, picking up his menu as well. You pointedly ignore the comment and take far longer to read the menu than you normally would have.


“Good evening.” The waiter, a guy who’s probably around 19 with brown eyes and combed back blonde hair, greets gently. “My name is Evan and I’ll be your server tonight. Would you like to hear out specials?”


You were about to say yes, because you really didn’t know what to order, when Theo spoke for you. “That won’t be necessary.” He said. “I’ll have the Steak platter, extra gravey. Babe?”


“Chicken Burger with fries.” You reply, because that seems simple enough. Just as Evan is about to write it down, Theo interrupts.


“You sure?” He asks, his voice casual but still implicit. He reaches under the table and tugs slightly at your love handles, and you go red. “Make it a Greek salad.”


Evan gives you a look, and you can see that the man is barely containing his disgust at your boyfriends actions. “Greek salad.” You confirm. Evan gives a slight nod, though he looks slightly troubled, before picking up the menus.


“Anything to drink?”


“Coke.” Theo replies distractedly, looking down at his phone.


“Ice tea.” You say, and Theo raises a brow. “Diet.” You quickly add, and are rewarded when Theo shoots you a dazzling smile which you can’t help but return, albeit hesitantly.


Evan nods and gives a beaming, fake smile. “Anything else?”


“No.” Theo says, but Evan doesn’t move. You look up and see that he’s waiting for your answer.


“No, thank you.” You smile, and Evan returns it. It looks a little more genuine, if a bit pitying and you quickly look away before Theo gets mad. Evan tell you two that the meal should take only 10 minutes, 20 at the most, before disappearing back into the hotel.


“I don’t like the way that guy was looking at you.” Theo says, and you clench your vista in your lap to help keep your composure. “Got no right to be looking at my girl like that.”


You can’t help but smile. Despite everything, Theo is very possessive of you, and it honestly makes you feel like he genuinely cares about losing you. It’s also the reason why you could never leave him. He made that pretty clear.


“I love you.” You say gently, and Theo smiles, reaching a hand across the table and taking yours.


“I love you too.” And his voice is too sincere to doubt. “I should ask for another waiter.”


“That’s-” You pause. “Isn’t that a little unnecessary?” You can see Theo’s eyes darken and fear tinges at your fingertips. “I mean, we came out here to have a good time. We don’t need any drama.”


“Course you’d say that.” He says, eyes still dark. You want to pull your hand away from his, but he’s got a tight grip on your wrists and it fucking *hurts*. “Bet you’re loving all this attention they’re giving you. The waiter, the Stilinski boy. You’re a little slut who’ll open her legs for anyone who asks nicely enough. Babe, you need to realise something. They only want you because they know they can’t have you. They’re just trying to challenge the Alpha Male - me, and I won’t let them think I’m weak just because you can’t keep your tits to yourself. Understood?”


You look down to hide the tears streaming over your cheeks. No reply comes from your mouth, because you know that it’ll be choked and wet and Theo absolutely hates seeing you cry.


“Answer me!” He slams your joint hands on the table and you wince. You look up and try to contain yourself when you speak.


“I understand.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and Theo smiles.


“Good.” He says. “Now wipe your face. You look like shit when you cry.”


***

You try your damnest not to make a sound as you open the front door with shaky hands. Despite your best efforts, you and Theo still got into a fight, and he showed you as much mercy as he had all previous nights.


The fight (which had been about Stiles, of all things) hadn’t lasted very long. You weren’t very edger to fight back, your guilt from your earlier interactions with the guy still weighing down heavily upon your chest. Theo had misread it, and seemed to think there was something going on between you and Stiles. Words were yelled and punches were thrown but you walked out of it okay. Safe for a mean looking bruise on you jaw, which would blossom into a deep purple mark tomorrow, and a few cuts and scrapes, you were untouched.


You knew, however, that despite this being one of the better nights, your injuries would not go unnoticed by Stiles or the Sheriff, which was why you had waited until all the lights were out to try and get in.


Without much thought, too tired and in too much pain, you push the door open and make a b-line for the kitchen. Immediately, you pull out a bag of something frozen and stick it on your cheek, rummaging through for some ice cream.


“What the fuck?”


You jump at the sound of the voice. Almost immediately, your hands fly to your face as a defence mechanism, but it isn’t necessary. It’s just Stiles.


Stiles, standing there in nothing but some black shorts with a baseball bat in his hands.


“Umm.” You say stupidly because the sight of Stiles’ abs has rendered you as such. Stiles drops the bat and walks towards you, looking concerned.


“What are you doing?” He asks as he walks to you, eyes brimming with worry. “It’s three in the fucking morning.”


“Ice cream.” You say lamely, but Stiles isn’t listening. His eyes are glued to the packed of frozen peas in your hand that you’re trying to hold against your jaw and wrists at the same time.


“What happened?” He asks, slowly pulling the bag of peas away. You prepare yourself for the look of disgust on his face when he sees the injury, so it’s very unexpected when he looks even more concerned.


“I fell.” You lie easy. Stiles doesn’t look away from your injuries, now choosing to inspect your wrists, which are bruised all round and is bleeding in a small area.


“I’m not stupid.” He says, and you’re shocked by the sincerity in his voice. “I know Theo did this to you. I know he’s the reason you’ve been coming home with bruises all month long. What I don’t know is why you haven’t said anything about it.”


You wince as Stiles prods your jaw gently. He looks contemplative, but eventually settled for sitting your down at the kitchen table. “Wait.” He says, then runs off. You resist the urge to scream.


This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one could know what Theo was doing because they could never understand. All they would do is judge you for not leaving, and give you pitying looks all the while thinking that you must’ve done something to deserve it. No one understood, least of all Stiles.


“Here.” You look up to see Stiles, hand stretched out with a bucket of ice. Confusion clouds your features and Stiles gives you a gentle smile. He puts the bucket down on the table and brings your right hand towards it, pushing it in.


It’s extremely cold but also soothing. You sigh gently as your wrist is finally given the attention it deserves. You’re about to thank Stiles before he leaves, only to find that he’s not leaving at all. He’s kneeling next to you and opening what looks to be a first aid kit.


“That’s not-” You try but Stiles silences you with a look.


“It’ll help.” He says. “I promise.”


The older boy opens a jar of sorts and the smell of herbs drifts to the air. He dips two fingers into the salve and gently brings them to your face, applying it to the spot with the utmost caution.


“It stinks.” He says. “But it’ll reduce the swelling. Give me your wrists.”


You oblige deftly, raising your bruised wrists from the tank of melting ice to where Stiles is kneeling half-naked next to you. He drys your wrists off with a kitchen towel before applying a rather thick layer of the salve onto your wrist, massaging it gently.


“Better?” He asks in a whisper as he stands, after five minutes of comfortable silence. Suddenly, you are pulled back into the real world and are faced with the truth. You had just shared this moment with Stiles, with the guy you had screamed that you hated at your boyfriend before he punched you in the face. Theo would be pissed, so fucking pissed, but you would deal with that tomorrow.


“Much.” You say, and make a move to stand, but you’re unsteady. You’re feet wobble in your brown heels and Stiles quickly wraps his arms around you, stabilizing your body before you fell.


“How bout something to eat?” He asks, “I mean, you could go to bed like this and all, but for some reason I don’t think you’ll wake up in the morning.”


“Bet you’d love that.” You say, feeling some of your wit returning. Stiles smiles.


“Nah.” He says. “Then who’s gonna be there to falsely accuse me of stealing moisturizer?” You laugh loudly and Stiles smiles. “Um, there’s a 24 hour pizza place a couple of minutes away. We could go there.” He suggest and you shrug, realizing how close you are. You pull back.


“Hey man, it’s your town.” You say and Stiles nods.


“Eddie’s it is, then.” The two of you stand but you hesitate, looking down at your outfit.


“Give me one second.” You say and run up the stairs into your bedroom. For a moment, you wonder if you should dress up but ultimately decide that it’s not worth it. You swap out your skirt and top for a pair of sweats and a baggie t-shirts, and your heels for your beat up converse. You grab your phone as you walk down, pulling your hair from it’s tangles and into a messy bun.


“I look like shit but who’s gonna see?” You ask when you walk back into the kitchen. Stiles looks at you laughs.


“You look beautiful.” He says, and grabs his car keys. You eyes widen.


“Aren’t you gonna put something on?” You ask as Stiles stand in front of you, still wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. He shrugs.


“It’s hot.” He says simply, walking out the door. When you just stay right where you are with your mouth agape, he pops back inside. “You coming or what?”


“I’m gonna regret this,” You say as you follow him out the door, noticing that he left behind his baseball bat. As you walk out into the front yard, you see Stiles in his blue Jeep, looking far too excited for a midnight drive for pizza. “Yeah, I’m definitely gonna regret this.”


The ride to Eddie’s, as Stiles had called the place, is filled with stupid small talk and light arguments. (You think that Batman could win in a fight against Iron Man. Stiles strongly disagrees) The two of you listen to crappy music and Stiles sings along at the top of his voice, which you realize is actually pretty good, and you join him. Soon, the two of you are laughing after having belted out the final notes to Smashmouth’s 'I’m a Believer’ in the Eddie’s parking lot, while people look at you like you’re mad.


“Oh my God,” You say breathlessly, wiping the tears from your eyes as you clutch your stomach. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a worse butchering of a Shrek song in my life!”


Stiles laughs, loud and free, and it’s like music to your ears. “I think that guy in the ugly Mini would agree with that.” He says though a new burst of laughter and you look to your right to see a very disgruntled looking man in a piss green mini looking at the Jeep and it’s occupants like it was something he stepped in.


“Fuck off!” You scream through the window and throw the finger at him. The guy, despite probably bring in his mid twenties, looks positively insulted and immediately get in his car and leaves. Stiles bursts out laughing.


“You know,” he says. “Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch at the start we could’ve been friends much sooner.” He smirks when he says it, and you can feel Stiles’ eyes raking over your form.


“Friends?” You ask, keeping a sultry edge to your voice. “Is that what we are?”


Stiles smirks, and you take the moment to fully appreciate him. His skin is stretched taught over his muscles and you love the way the dim light of the parking lot reflects off of them, making him look all kinds of delicious. His whiskey eyes are dark with lust, and you notice the way his pupils are huge and a vein sticks out slightly from his neck. You want to lick it.


“Let’s go.” You say and promptly step out of the car, taking a deep breath. You really shouldn’t, not after Stiles had seen you so emotional and vulnerable, but you can’t help it. He’s a fucking babe, and you want nothing more than for him to pound you like there’s no tomorrow.


Stiles follows out after you and the two of you walk into the place together. You know you must look like a pair if drunk lovers, with your faces flushed and your attire being what it was, but right now you couldn’t be bothered to give a damn.


He leads the way, taking you to a booth that’s on the edge in the centre of the Pizzeria. The place is mostly empty, safe for an elderly woman who’s out with her husband, giggling like teenagers. You grin at them. Stiles walks around like he knows the place well, and doesn’t even pick up a menus when he sits down.


A lovely middle aged woman walks up to you two a few minutes later, and you’ve decided on your order. The woman, Delores as her name tag tells, smiles broadly when she approaches.


“What’ll it be, sweetie?” She asks, sounding cheerful. Stiles turns to her, offended, and for a second you think he’s gonna yell before a broad grin swipes across the woman’s face.


“Sweetie?” He asks, “Lola I’m offended. Whatever happened to hottest ass in town?” You snort at that and the woman gives you a wink.


“Don’t worry babe. You’re still the sweetest piece of ass I know.” She says, laughing. “I just didn’t want your girlfriend over here to get jealous.” Stiles looks at you, grinning and licking his lips, looking all kinds of sexy and adorable.


“I’m not the jealous type.” You say and he laughs at that. The waitress, Lola as Stiles had so lovely called her, grins broadly. You and Stiles stare at each other from across the table, each challenging the other to look away first.


“Now now,” Lola interrupts. “No eye fucking just yet. Lemme first get you order.” You look away abruptly, going red and Lola laughs good-naturedly. “Okay, so usual for you?” She asks and Stiles nods. “And you, sweetie?”


“Give me the greasiest, most carb filled pizza that you guys make.” You say, looking at Stiles and wondering for a fleeting moment if he’ll object or look at you with disgust. Instead, he just raises an impressed eyebrow.


Lola laughs. “Your girl’s a keeper.” She says to Stiles.


“Damn right she is.” He replies, softer, looking deep into your eyes. There’s a moment where you know that you have a choice. You could correct him now, you could stop this by simply looking away or saying no, but you don’t.


“Best believe it.” You murmur, but by the way Stiles smirks slightly, you know he’s heard you. Lola offers you both two large milkshakes, she says it’s on the house but Stiles will pay for it anyway, and walks off, looking entirely too satisfied.


“I used to come here when I was little.” Stiles says, looking around the place. “My dad would drop me off here coz there wasn’t anyone at home and I was too small to stay by myself. Lola would babysit me, stuff me with junk food and all kinds of shit an eight year old wasn’t supposed to be eating. She’s practically family.”


You nod, smiling slightly. “She seems nice.” You say, then think again. “Wait, she seems really nice. Why is it that she likes you again?”


Stiles scoffs, offended. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly likeable, thank you very much.”


You smirk. “Yeah, that’s why it took me a whole month to warm up to you.”


“No, no, see that’s different.” He’s smiling, oh so softly and it makes your insides flutter. “See, I had a plan with you. It was all set to schedule. If everything goes on track, you’ll be falling in love with me by the first day of summer.”


“Is that right now?” You asks, sitting up a little straighter. Stiles smirked slightly, and you know that he can see down your cleavage. “How’s that working out for you?”


He bites down on his plump lip before licking over it with his tongue. You want nothing more than to jump across the table and bite said tongue, but you refrain from doing so. “Great.” He says, leaning his forearms on the table. Suddenly, his face is right in front of yours and you can see the lust in his eyes. “In fact, I think tonight might be the night.”


“Oh really?” You ask, sounding disbelieving but the husk in your tone gives you away. “What makes you think that?”


Suddenly, Stiles is leaning over the table and pulling you in close, so that his mouth is just under your ear. “Because,” he says in a whispered rasp, “I’m doing this and you aren’t stopping me.” He sticks his tongue out and licks at the shell of your ear. You shudder, leaning forward as Stiles takes the lobe between his lips and sucks it gently. He trials his wet lips upwards and nibbles slightly at the top, and your hand reaches out holding on to his shoulder.


“Now, now,”


You jump back at the sudden voice and your heart pounds in your chest. Looking up, you see Lola staring at you with a watchful eye, but a smirk is playing at her lips. “This place is strictly PG. Understood?”


Stiles’ ears go slightly red, but his nipples are taught from your actions. You’re sure he’s sporting a bit of a boner. “Yes, ma'am.” He mumbles, thanking Lola when she places two large pizzas on the table.


The woman walks away, giving you an over exaggerated wink behind Stiles’ back and you smile slightly at her. “It’s a shame.” You say, pulling back a slice. “Now you have to walk outta here with a tent in your pants.”


Stiles gives you a look that says 'that was totally inappropriate but you’re too fucking hot for me to care’ as he too takes his first slice of pizza. You don’t know what he’s eating, but he licks sauce off his lips and all you can think about is licking it off his abs.


The rest dinner (or early breakfast) is spent mostly in silence, but you can’t help but look up every now and then. Stiles is staring at you with a fierce look in his eyes and it makes you want to jump his bones right there and then.


When he pays, the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. You can’t help but think of all those times where you were so mad and frustrated at him and wanted nothing more than to have him fuck you senseless.


Afterwards, you’re driving in the Jeep when you can’t take it any more. Stiles isn’t helping, looking unfairly sexy with nothing but a pair of shorts to cover his modesty, and brown, hunter eyes. When he pulls the car to a stop, you place a hand of his thigh.


“Yes?” He asks, smirking slightly. You just shrug, as if you don’t know what he’s thinking. Stiles doesn’t say anything as he presses down on the gas, eyes focused on the road.


Slowly, painstakingly so, your hand moves higher and higher. You can hear Stiles breath hitch when your nails scratch gently over the bulge that has formed in his pants, and you consider giving him what he wants, but realize it’s much more fun to tease. Your hands only graze over his covered cock before you move further up, dragging the smooth surface of your fingernails over his exposed abs.


Stiles outright moans when you run your fingertips over the muscles, and you see the way he gripped the steering wheels with white knuckles. *My turn,* you think as you unbuckle your seat belt and move forward.


With a hand still toying gentle with Stiles’ abs and happy trail, you shift closer and press your lips to a spot just under his ear. Stiles’ breath hitches in his throat and he stiffly changes gears. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice full of lust.


“Giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Your voice is feather light and your lips brush teasingly over his ear as you speak. Stiles groans softly, and you take it as an okay. You mimick his earlier actions, licking wetly over the shell of his ear before biting down gently, enough to make the car swerve slightly. “Careful, babe.” You say, your voice sulty. You lick over the bitten spot again, blowing cool air over it and Stiles moans.


“Oh, fuck it.” He says, and suddenly he’s pulling over and parking the car on the side of the road. You take the opportunity, swinging your legs over so that you’re straddling his lap, unbuckling his safety belt.


His hands go to your hips when you begin to kiss down his neck. Stiles’ skin tastes like salt and vanilla and you suck down on it like a vacuum, determined to leave your mark. He lets you do as you please, something you’d never got from Theo, and tilts his head back to allow you more room.


You go left until you find that vein you’d seen earlier. It’s protruding loudly against his neck now, and fuck if it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. You press your tongue wide on it and lick from bottom to top, only stopping to nibble slightly on Stiles’ jaw.


His breath hitches, and he hesitates only a moment before taking control and crashing his lips to yours. He tastes like chocolate milkshake, you think absently as his lips devour your own and you wrap your arms around his neck. They feel amazingly soft and delicate, yet at the same time wild and demanding. You love every second of it.


His tongue pushes into your mouth and it’s all teeth and lips after that. The wet muscle strokes against your mouth expertly and you moan into him. Stiles smirks against your lips, forcing his tongue further down your throat until you’re sure there isn’t a place in your mouth that his tongue hasn’t touched. Unfortunately, the need for oxygen becomes to great to ignore and you pull away, breathing heavy.


“The things you do to me, baby.” He says, leaning his forehead against your own. You grind down on him, and are pleased to find that he’s hard and aching. Stiles moans at the touch and pulls you in for another kiss, his tongue shooting into your mouth before your lips have even touched.


His hands move slowly as they travel under your shirt and pull it up over your head. He throws it behind somewhere, but you can hardly give a fuck with Stiles’ eyes watching you like that. You’d opted to go braless when you went to change, and now with Stiles looking like a kid on Christmas, you were glad for it.


He leans down and quickly takes one nipple into his mouth, the other hand expertly cupping and toying with the other. Your hands move from his neck to his hair and you tug harshly at the strands when Stiles starts to suck noisily at your tits, making the sweetest of sounds. When he takes your nipple between his teeth and pulls back so your tit stretches out, you moan so loudly you have to stop yourself.


He gives the other breast the same treatment as his hands move downwards and toy with the waistband of your sweats. His skin is like lighting against your own and and your arch into him, loving it.


“You okay with this?” He asks, pulling away from you and looking up with the utmost sincerity. Despite the lust in his eyes, you know that if you ask him to, he’ll stop right here and now. It warms your heart, but right now you need to be fucked.


“Definitely.” You say and Stiles smirks. He pulls your pants and panties down in one go and immediately stuffs two fingers into your pussy, pumping wildly. He has to hold you tight at the small of your back to stop your from falling over with the intensity of his movements. You moan hotly and pull his face up, crashing your lips together and the car is filled with sweet clenching noises.


“You’re so wet for me.” He mumbles against you, sounding so utterly fucked out and sexy that you can’t help but moan again. You grind yourself against his bulge and Stiles moans loudly.


The hand at your back is gone and Stiles curles his fingers inside of your pussy, just as a his other hands’ thumb presses down hard on your clit. You come with a shout, clenching down on his fingers which are still moving rapidly inside of you. Your over sensitive nub is rubbed at again and you feel jolts of electricity shoot through.


Eventually you have to stop his hands as the pleasure becomes too much. He pulls his fingers out of you as you calm down and you look up, seeing your come on his digits.


Then, he does the most absurd thing. He sticks his fingers into his mouth and wipes them clean, looking you dead in the eye and smirking at your open mouth. His tongue swirls around the digits and he smirks through it, pulling them out clean.


“Fuck,” you say, then make a quick decision. Stiles isn’t expecting it when you suddenly drop to your knees and pull his shorts down, his errection springing up in front of your face. The pedals are digging into your back but you don’t care.


You eyes widened and your mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s big, bigger than you expected, but you know you can take the full thing. His thick cock is slightly veiny, and looks so damn tempting. You can’t help yourself when you immediately lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip.


Stiles moans loudly was you suckle his tip, hands automatically moving to your hair and pulling it out of its bun, only to then tangle his fingers in it. His nails dig into your scalp and you moan at the feeling, loving the way he forces you deeper and deeper.


You pull away and lick one long stripe from base to tip. He stops you from going back down. “Stick your tongue out, babe.” You do as you’re told, rogue hanging from your mouth. You moan loudly when Stiles slaps his dick on your wet tongue hard, holding your head in place with one hand. You open your mouth wider, loving the feel. “Oh, you like that don’t you?”


He forces you back down on his cock and you love how dominant he’s being. He guides your head non too gently along his member and you bob up and down, loving the taste of his skin and salty precum on your tongue. Then, his dick hits the back of your throat and you tighten around him. Stiles moans loudly, pulling you off.


He reaches down and fishes into the pockets of his shorts for his wallet. Fumbling only briefly, he pulls out a silver foiled packet and throws the wallet aside carelessly. You take the packet from his hands, just as he’s about to open it.


Looking into his eyes, you tear the packet open with your teeth and Stiles eyes widen. You smirk and roll the condom down his length and Stiles watches you with something akin to awe.


With one hand on your hip and the other on his cock, Stiles’ teases your entrance with his tip, rubbing it against your sensitive clit as you stand on your knees above him, legs spread wide. You moan as jolts of electricity shoot up your spine, but Stiles continues to watch you, not giving in.


“Please, Stiles.” You beg. The teenager smirks.


“Whatever you say, Princess.” Suddenly he slams into you in one thrust and you moan loudly against him. The thrusts up quickly, his dick slamming in and out of you at a brutal pace.


“My pretty little princess,” he whispers in your ear. “You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” His hands move up your body and squeeze at your tits. “I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for days. Thinking about what it would feel like to have my cock in you.”


“Yeah. Oh God yes.” You moan out desperately, nails raking down his back so hard, you’re sure it’ll leave marks. Stiles smirks.


“Tell me.” He says and you moan as he thrusts in deep, hitting that perfect spit inside of you.


“I get myself off to the thought of you fucking me.” You moan, fingers sliding into his hair. “I wanted you so badly. I thought of you when he fucked me. I knew you were better, bigger, could make me moan and come in ways he never could.” Stiles moans loudly and slams harshly into you. “I’ve thought about it all month. The first day I saw you, I wanted to get on my knees and blow you. Wanted to have your cum dripping down my face and tits. Wanted you to fuck me until yours is the only name I remember.”


“And now?” He breathes against you. “Now what do you want?”


“I want to come with you inside of me.” You say. “I wanna clench around your dick and make you lose control. Wanna through you over the edge and go down with you.”


Stiles moans loudly and reaches between your bodies, pressing down hand on your clit once more. Again, you come immediately, back arching, clenching hard around him as he thrusts wildly into you.


“I’m almost there, baby.” He moans, pulling your face forward and kissing you hard. It occurs to you that what your tasting is your own juices on Stiles’ lips and you moan against him.


“Come on,” you taunt. “Come for me, baby.” It takes two more thrusts before he pushes into you hard, spilling into the condom and dropping down on the car seat. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his dick softening inside of you.


Stiles pulls out and you move, going back into the passenger seat. Your pussy is raw from his fucking and you don’t really care how you look with your legs spread wide as cold air brushes over your centre. Stiles pulls out the condom and ties it up, throwing it out of the window.


“That’s nasty.” You tell him. He looks at you and laughs.


“You’re one to judge.” You flush red at that. Stiles laughs openly. “Do you really get off to the thought of me?”


You look at him and smirk. “All the fucking time.”

4

So this ended up being some of the best armor I’ve ever made. It’s also surprisingly comfortable. The most obnoxious parts are the clawed gloves and trying to get through door ways. It’s all craft and EVA foam, so it’s very lightweight. I’m insanely happy with it. It’s one of the rare rare times when a cosplay went almost exactly like I wanted it to. And even rarer, I think Aranea’s a good fit physically for me and I’ll actually resemble the character once my hair and makeup are done up properly. 

I think I’m about 90% done. I need to finish the skirts, the cloth part of the back dragon wings, and style my wig more. And make a giant lance…fuck, I keep forgetting about that. And also I can now finally clean the foam out of my apartment and stop being a mess. 

Erica grimaced as her maternity skirt gave up the fight and slid down her belly. He had done it to her again, and this time her biggest maternity clothes weren’t big enough.

She had already given him 8 kids in five pregnancies, but it was never enough for him. He loved breeding her and she loved being bred. As soon as she was in heat he bent her over their bed and fucked her as hard as he could.

“Fuck me baby! Fill me with your cum,” Erica moaned. As she felt his cock expand inside her she came hard. “Oh God baby! Make me huge!” she screamed. “Fill me with your babies!” She blacked out as he unleashed rope after rope of potent seed into her.

It was no surprise to her three weeks later when the test came back positive. She knew she was a good breeder. She was prone to multiples, so it didn’t catch her off guard when she started showing at 10 weeks along. But when she looked full term at five months along, she needed to know how many her stud put inside her.

Erica posed for her husband as he came home from work. Her maternity clothes giving up the fight and not containing her girth anymore. “Guess who put five of his squirming babies inside of me?” she asked.

flam1ngm0nk3y  asked:

Hi! Looking for a 50's skirt pattern? As in poodle skirt, circle skirt etc? Do you have anything like this?

My #skirts tag might be of interest!

DIY Poodle Skirt

This was done for a child sized skirt, but the tutorial gives clear instructions on how to construct this with your own measurements to fit you.

The Total Beginner’s Guide to Sewing a DIY Skirt

Fantastic resource!

DIY Petticoat

Something to boost the retro look.

DIY Button Skirt

Bonus DIY skirt for you!


sew-much-to-do: a visual collection of sewing tutorials/patterns, knitting, diy, crafts, recipes, etc.

Give Me Love, 12

Throne Of Glass High School AU

Note: Theres a scene below that belongs to Sarah J Maas. I take no claim over it. I simply rewrote it a bit to fit my story. Enjoy!

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX

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Thanksgiving:

Aelin knew what this day was going to hold. She could already tell. It was going to be horrible. Drama-filled. Downright dreadful. And here was why: The Havilliard’s were coming.

Aelin had zero problems with Dorian coming over for dinner. It was the rest of his family the she’d rather leave outside. His brother, Hollin, was a little devil. Aelin always wanted a sibling (Elide and Aedion didn’t count) but every time she saw Hollin, she couldn’t help but be grateful it was just her. Then there was Georgina Havilliard, who had her nose so far in the air Aelin was sure she could see her brain. And of course, Mr. Havilliard, Dorian’s father. He refused to be called anything but Mr. Havilliard, never mind the fact their families had been friends forever. Aelin wasn’t even sure she knew Mr. Havilliard’s actual name.

But the Havilliard’s weren’t the only thing about the day that was horrible. Because Aedion and his family were coming over also.

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First Day of School

Characters: Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Words: 1500

Tags: @evyiione@fabulouslycassie, @daughters-and-winsisters, @darkestgrungeuniverse, @samanddeanshotsis, @winchesters-favorite-girl

A/N: Decided I wanted to post something more innocent/less angsty after that last fic :)

Originally posted by deanimagines67

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Dean stood outside of the classroom, your hand in Dean’s much larger one. Other kids and their parents poured into the room which walls were dressed in drawings and colorful posters of the alphabet. It was the start of the school year, and unsurprisingly it was also the first day of a new school for the both of you.

”You ready?” Dean asked as he looked down at you, and his green eyes was met by your round ones.

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It’s done~! Man…I really want to play a Mario game with these two in it—but ‘Mario bros’ style. So instead of Mario and Luigi, it’s Peach and Daisy!

…I also just wanted to give them different outfits. ProbablybecauseIcan’timaginefightinginanythinglongwithoutstumbling.

Little Devil Darlin’~

The Harlequin To My Joker - Klaus x Reader

Originally posted by hayatahatiira

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Prompt: (Request) ‘hi! can you do it with Klaus Mikaelson ?! 😊 thank you’

Warning: Rough sex, spoilers to suicide squad and all around sarcastic humour! Don’t like don’t read.

ENJOY!!

*****

You walked through the room after another set, making your way to the bar. You stop for a few people who wanted to tell you how great you performed tonight but eventually you made it over to Cami. Once she turned to see you she grinned from ear to ear before pouring you a whiskey.

“Great set today.” Cami complimented as she slid over your drink.

“Thank you honey. How’s your night going?” You questioned, sipping your warm whiskey. You drank warm whiskey because it helped keep your voice loose when you were singing. As much as you’ve never liked whiskey it helps. You preferred a good red wine, however it always closed you throat so you tried to stay away from it completely, for fear of losing your voice.

“It’s good but Marcel was looking for you earlier.” She grunted before sliding someone a beer.

“That I was.” You heard Marcel’s smooth husky voice behind you say.

“What can I help you with Marcel?” You turned coming face to face with not only Marcel but also Niklaus. You rolled your eyes when he shot you a pantie melting smile.

“I need a spell.” Marcel whispered in a sickly sweet voice.

“You mean Niklaus needs a spell.” Gritting you teeth you got up and walked up to Niklaus.

“Niklaus darling if you want a spell, be a man and ask yourself.” You smirked up at him when his jaw clenched.

“Very well love. I need a spell.”

“I’ll think about it. For now would either of you gentle care to dance before my next set?” I grinned cheekily up at Niklaus who was a lot taller than you, even in heels. Marcel grabbed you hand, dragging you to the dance floor silently. You were dancing with Marcel until your next set, afterwards making you way to Niklaus and Marcel.

“Right I’ll do the spell but I’m going out with Cami, Rebekah and Hayley tonight so come see me tomorrow.” You smiled as Hayley and Rebekah made their way through the doors. You looked over at Klaus who was slowly making his way over to you.

“Where are you going?” Nik looked at Hayley and Rebekah as he spoke but you knew he was talking to you just as much.

“We’re going to the new club that was opened yesterday.” Cami spoke as she appeared behind Klaus.

“You’re going….clubbing?” His eyes were wide like he’d never heard something so stupid. You rolled your eyes before dragging Cami out, knowing Hayley and Bekah would follow.

You knew your group of friends was a little strange but that didn’t stop you all. One human, one witch, one original and one hybrid. Really it’s possibly the scariest group of female in the quarter. But that’s what was great about your group of friends. We never had to hide anything from each other.

Everyone was in a long que when you arrived but Bekah soon got us inside, compulsion can be handy sometimes. As you walked in you were shocked by the fact it was very different from any club near or in New Orleans. It was quite well lit for a club but the shocking aspect was the poles and cages around the room that contained half-dressed dancing females. You glanced over at Bekah who was nodding like it was good enough, Cami who had the same expression as you and Hayley who had a grin on her face.

“Jesus who owns this place?” Cami choked as she saw a guy getting lap dance.

“That would be me.” You heard a playful voice speak from behind you.

“KOL!?” Bekah and Hayley’s expression now matched yours and Cami’s.

“I may have watched Suicide Squad one too many times.” Kol voiced like it was the best excuse for why he opened what was basically a classy strip club. Cami looked at him with confusion which made me answer the unspoken question.

“It’s a DC film.” You supplied.

“Kol watched it three times in a week.” Rebekah added.

“I do not need to know what you do in your spare time.” You sighed before massaging your temples softly trying to sooth the head that was currently sneaking in.

“Hey Y/N you could totally be a great Harley Quinn to Nik’s Joker!” Kol cooed at you teasingly.

“I couldn’t agree more! Especially with that Jersey accent.” Bekah snorted sarcastically.

“I will give you a witchy migraine Rebekah. I’m not as sick as Harlequin and Nik is worse than the Joker.” You growled before storming off towards the bar, you stood at the bar thinking about the jokes everyone had thrown at you but you knew they were right. You were a lot like Niklaus and you could be just as sick as him sometimes. Cami always said it was deep rooted issues from my past but you always waved her off saying you were fine. You knew it was mainly the accent that made everyone joke about it though so you ignored them. Once you got the bartender attention you ordered a cocktail sipping the red liquid once it arrived.

When a song from the suicide squad soundtrack came on you literally face palmed the bar surface. You knew immediately it was Kol’s doing, you slammed your glass down and decided to dance anyway. As much as you hate the constant Harley Quinn jokes you loved the film and soundtrack. You saw the girls dancing so you joined them smiling as Hayley patted you back in a comforting way.

“I’m fucked up, I’m black and blue. I’m build for it, all the abuse.” You sang along as you danced with Bekah. After the song had ended I felt someone pat on my shoulder I turned to see Kol who was smirking.

“Puddin’s here and he says it’s urgent.” Kol joked but you knew who he meant. You rolled your eyes and followed Kol silently. Once you spotted Niklaus you noticed his face was not one of a happy Klaus.

“Wait before I leave. Say it?” Kol asked as we arrived in front of Niklaus who now looked highly confused.

“Which scene?” You snapped your teeth clenched as the words came out.

“The electrocution scene!” Kol grinned happily, he had the biggest crush on Harley Quinn which he always got teased about but he didn’t care.

“What are ya gonna do ya gonna kill me Mr.J?” You looked at Kol waiting for him to leave.

“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya…I’m just gonna hurt ya…Really…Really bad.” Kol smirked at you and waited for your response. You rolled your eyes but responded anyway.

“Ya think so? Well I can take it.” Your accent thick and once Kol preened at how he once again had gotten his own way he walked off. I turned back to Niklaus who was trying not to laugh but failing miserably.

“Did you just…Quote….H-Harley Quinn?” Nik gasped between laughter.

“Did you just admit to watching Suicide Squad?” You retaliated with a smirk gracing you face and he soon stopped laughing.

“Aww is Klausy embarrassed?” You mocked putting on your sickly sweet Harley Quinn voice.

“Shut up.” Klaus snapped before grabbing his drink from the table behind him.

“What do you need Klausy?” You teased as you took his drink downing in soundlessly.

“Would you mind posing for me again?”

“You took me away from my night out to ask for another painting session!?” You screamed throwing the glass against the wall.

“Yep.” Klaus smirked up at you from the couch as you stood up.

“Excuse me miss but I think I’m gonna have to ask you to lea-” A man yelled as he came in to the private room ranting.

SNAP!

“Sorry but am gonna have to insist ya shut up!” You screamed snapping his wrist back breaking it without a blink. You turned to Niklaus with a glare ignoring the guys screamed of pain.

“It’s so attractive when you go all psycho on someone.” Klaus grinned mischievously over at you.

In the blink of an eye you were on top of Klaus, hands in his hair tugging furiously as you both fought for dominance over the kiss you currently found yourself in. You don’t know how you ended up there but the screaming guy now forgotten as you ripped Klaus’s shirt open. Your hands made their way down his chest, nails digging in angrily as your hands made their way to his pants.

You hadn’t even realised your shirt was gone, his hands were tugging at your bra but he soon gave up and ripped it off. His hand massaged your breasts roughly as he took the left nipple in his mouth suckling and biting vigorously. You groaned loudly, your hands working open his pants Klaus had apparently thought you were going to slow so he flipped you over onto you front. He dropped his pants then proceeded to rip off your skirt. When he was done he lifted your ass up your face still crushed into the couch.

You screamed out as two of his fingers entered you with no warning. You soon recovered as his thrusts were hitting your special spot. You pushed back onto his fingers craving your realise but as soon as Klaus realised what you were doing he stopped and brought his hand down to your ass giving it a loud smack. You whined wiggling your ass at him, as if daring him to do it again. So head did, several times before kissing the red welts that now covered both ass cheeks.

“P-Please Klaus…” You whined your voice full of desperation.

“Not yet sweetheart. I want you to feel all of me when you cum.” He grunted as he gripped your hips dragging you closer to him. His hand slid from the bottom of you back to your shoulders, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He gripped your right shoulder as he thrust into you roughly making you gasp loudly, gripping the pillows at how full you felt.

“Oh god! Please Klausy..” You taunted your breathing uneven and full of need.

He started thrusting into you angrily, his breathing getting louder. His thrust gained an unhuman speed as you became a moaning mess. Your screams were loud and raw, you had never been with Klaus but you’d imagined the pleasure he could give you with a thousand years of experience. You were gripping the couch so tightly your nails had started cutting through the fabric that covered it.

“Shit, Y/N I’m close.” You heard him grunt his nails digging into your hips, no doubt drawing blood.

You nodded sobbing in pleasure as he started hitting you g-spot as if trying to force your orgasm out of you. You were a writhing mess as he hit your special spot with violent thrusts. You felt your stomach tighten as you orgasm neared its peak. His hand moved to grip your hair pulling you up so he could whisper dirty little things in your ear.

“Cum for me love.” He grunted as his seed started to fill you, his rough sexed out voice pushed you over the edge his arms now gripping your waist as he gave you one more thrust. After your powerful orgasm was over you collapsed into Klaus’s arms.

***

When you came too you knew three things. One, your virgina hurt. Two, you were in a soft bed and three, someone was laid next to you.

You rolled over to see Klaus and then images of what happened the night before came rushing back. You groaned before deciding to wake Klaus up.

“Niklaus why am I here?” You questioned as his eyes started opening.

“Because after I fucked you into next week you pasted out.” He smirked over at you as if he was proud about his achievement.

“There’s some juice on the side and I’ll have Sally bring you some food since you were most likely dehydrated.” Klaus added seriously pointing to the orange juice that was sat next to you. You shook you head but drank it anyway knowing he was right. After you finished the glass of juice Niklaus dragged you back down.

“You know that wasn’t a one off right?” Klaus narrowed his eyes as if trying to search yours for your thoughts.

“What so now I’m your new little fuck buddy?” You snorted your voice sarcastic and full of bitterness.

“No more like I want you to be my Queen.” He responded seriously, staring into your Y/E/C eyes.

You laid there silently thinking about how good that actually sounded but your thoughts were soon interrupted by and annoyingly smug voice.

“Or the Harley Quinn to his Joker!”

Fucking Kol! You thought as you buried your head into the pillow.  

dragonnova  asked:

I was thinking about putting together Garnet's white dress from Final Fantasy 9 but it's my first time doing a ball gown sort of dress. Do you have any suggestions on a base pattern or the type of fabrics? I have an embroidery machine for the details, and I was thinking of crepe back satin for part of it, but I'm not sure if that's good. Thank you so much for your time!

Hello there!

For the pattern, you’re going to want a sweetheart bodice with princess seams without separate cups and a large circle skirt. The bodice and skirt appear to be separate, or at least easily hidden in a waist seam, so you can combine different patterns.

I would recommend a pattern that already allows for structure to be added to the bodice. You are going to want boning and bra cups in here at the minimum. I think this is my favorite pattern I’ve seen for the top, but there’s lots of other options:  1 2 3 4 5 (and I’m sure many others I missed in my quick sweep of the pattern companies)

For the skirt, it appears to be based on a circle skirt. Here’s a circle skirt calculator – it’s not something you need a pattern for really as long as you have measuring tape, a string, and a thumbtack so you can draw a circle in the size you need. For the overlay look, you’re going to have to do two layers of fabric. The top layer will be a circle like the bottom, but with the waist offset (instead of in the middle, towards one side) to make it longer in the back, and with a section removed so that it is open in the front. (This is how this skirt of mine was done.) The under section should be a full circle with a seam up the front that has finished/hemmed edges instead of sewing up the seam – you can throw another petticoat under there to create the underskirt. You may even be able to sew up the front seam until a foot and a half or so from the ground, and then hem it to leave that portion open, depending on how far up you are reading that slit to reach.

Crepe back satin is a good choice for this. Keep in mind that it has a bit of visible texture on the front side. A bridal satin like a peau de soie or a duchesse satin would also be a good choice. It appears to be animated like a charmeuse, but I’d avoid anything with that little structure to it unless you used it for the underskirt only.

Remember to use a petticoat or two on top of the hoop skirt to prevent the bones from showing through on the outside fabric.

I hope that helps! This isn’t a super easy outfit to find references of (believe me, I understand that PSX cosplay lifestyle), so if there’s anything major I’m missing about the details that isn’t visible in these images, let me know and I can can help you with those as well. :]

Fabrickind / Q&A Staff

RISING & VENUS: FASHION
  • ARIES
  • Aries Venus: Probably likes to look edgy or tough. Is drawn to black clothes. Might not enjoy seeming formal. Won't be that into accessories. Likes wearing make-up.
  • Taurus Venus: May enjoy natural fabrics. Prizes comfort over the way they look. Probably likes wearing jewellery and bright, rich shades of red and brown.
  • Gemini Venus: Likes red clothes, probably enjoys small or tight clothes. Enjoys accessories. Will emphasise jewellery, hair, and cosmetics, especially nail polish.
  • Cancer Venus: Is probably drawn to grey or black clothes. Might like loose clothes. Will probably want to display cleavage. Likes wearing eye make-up.
  • Leo Venus: Loves the colour red, also likes gold. Wants to wear clothes that display their figure at its best. Might like band T-shirts. Likes doing their hair.
  • Virgo Venus: Will probably really like wearing black. May appear 'tough chic'. Likes wearing form-fitting or backless dresses. Might use a lot of perfume.
  • Libra Venus: Likes wearing dark pink or gold, probably likes clothes that are both comfortable and stylish. Has an obsession with fashion. Likes make-up.
  • Scorpio Venus: Probably adores the colour black and may really like appearing slim-look clothes. May like wearing eyeliner or lipstick. May like tattoos.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Is probably not very interested in fashion. Doesn't usually have a particular favourite colour. Probably cares more about hair than clothes.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably likes wearing the colour black. Is fairly comfortable with formal-wear. May use foundation, concealer, toner, or cleanser.
  • Aquarius Venus: Unlikely to care about fashion, probably wears humorous tees or band shirts. Likes black and dark purple. Might have messy hair.
  • Pisces Venus: Wants to be naturally attractive, so not too fussed about fashion. Likes to wear 'tough' black boots or trainers. Attends a lot to their eyes.
  • TAURUS
  • Aries Venus: Probably doesn't like fashion much. Wants to wear dark brown or possibly black clothes. Emphasis on skincare regime and perhaps jewellery or cosmetics.
  • Taurus Venus: Wears flowing or comfortable clothes, may be concerned with their origin. Cares more about the aesthetic of their appearance than fashion statements.
  • Gemini Venus: Might like slightly old-fashioned clothes. Enjoys the colours orange and yellow. Is probably very interested in jewellery and eye make-up.
  • Cancer Venus: Likes rolling clothes that emphasise the bust and hips. Probably prefers to wear their hair loose. Doesn't really like wearing much cosmetics.
  • Leo Venus: Probably loves gold or gold-brown colours. Cares a lot about fashion and the aesthetics of their appearance. Likely to have very beautiful hair.
  • Virgo Venus: Will like to wear solid, formal clothes in earthy colours. Probably cares a lot about the practicality of clothes. Loves understated jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Has almost a fear of being aesthetically unattractive. Probably likes to put emphasis on their hips. Might like wearing skirts instead of trousers.
  • Scorpio Venus: Might worry a lot about the ethics of their clothes. Has a very independent, maybe unfashionable, style. Likely to adore eye make-up.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Style which might be described as 'hippy'. Likes wearing golds, dark reds, and browns. Might emphasize hair and skin in their outfits.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably don't care about fashion at all. Likes to wear quite neat clothes; probably likes the colour brown. Really dislikes wearing jewellery.
  • Aquarius Venus: Might like the colour green. Probably wears quite eccentric or different clothes. Is likely to wear very nice, aesthetically pleasing cosmetics.
  • Pisces Venus: Loves wearing flowing clothes and likes to be perceived as 'different' or 'a hippy'. Probably really likes the colour green. Has lovely hair.
  • GEMINI
  • Aries Venus: Might have an 'indie' style and wears tight or black clothes. Probably wears short-sleeved or strapped tops. May adore jewellery and cosmetics.
  • Taurus Venus: Probably loves to show off their neck and collarbones. Wears quite versatile and practical clothes a lot of them. Likes long, 'hippy' jewellery.
  • Gemini Venus: Probably wears bright colours, especially gold or silver. Is quite eccentric or alternative with clothes. Can adore nail polish, bracelets, and rings.
  • Cancer Venus: Is likely to be quite risque sometimes, and especially enjoys wearing low necklines. Likes silver and bright blue. Wears a lot of eyeliner.
  • Leo Venus: Might be very fashionable and loves wearing gorgeous, 'now', clothes. Might like the colour gold. Probably has perfect hair, cosmetics, and jewellery.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes wearing tight clothes and is good at choosing formal-wear. Probably prefers skirts and dressers to trousers. Has very neat, well-done hair.
  • Libra Venus: Has a very gorgeous, 'pretty' style. Might like wearing a lot of pink and white. Is likely to have very beautiful, soft or curly hair and adore lipstick.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is probably very into alternative clothes, and especially likes revealing clothes. Might wear a lot of black. Enjoys using excessive make-up.
  • Sagittarius Venus: A very adventurous, exciting style, probably focussing on a lot of gold. Expresses their interests through clothes. Wears lots of nail polish.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably likes wearing shorts or skinny trousers to expose their legs. Likes wearing versatile and practical clothes. Has lovely teeth.
  • Aquarius Venus: Is very individual with fashion, yet still makes it work. Probably likes wearing humorous tees, or tight jeans. Has an obsession with eyeliner.
  • Pisces Venus: Is generally very focussed on shoes. Is likely to like shiny, fun, bright, or 'weird' colours. Probably really likes wearing lipstick and necklaces.
  • CANCER
  • Aries Venus: Has a very alternative, maybe dark, style. Probably says they don't like fashion but is actually very good at it. Might like to expose their cleavage.
  • Taurus Venus: Likes to wear necklaces and low necklines. May emphasise the bust and hips. Likes to wear very aesthetically pleasing, flowing clothes.
  • Gemini Venus: Might not have much interest in fashion or be much affected by these placements. Probably likes dark grey, dark blue, black, and white. Likes eyeliner.
  • Cancer Venus: Probably adores light blues, silvers, and whites. Loves to wear loose and 'beautiful' clothes, likes to be formal. May like to wear lots of jewellery.
  • Leo Venus: Probably doesn't like wearing high necklines, long sleeves, or low-hemmed shirts. Very proud of their style. Enjoys wearing their hair loose.
  • Virgo Venus: A very neatly pretty style, probably loves formal wear and is likely to wear a lot of monochrome. Is self-conscious of their chest. Wears nail varnish.
  • Libra Venus: Probably really likes wearing white, and might enjoy sweet and girly styles. Likes flowing clothes, is very into fashion. Wears a lot of lipstick.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is likely scorn fashion, but gravitates towards dark and loose clothes. Appreciates 'true beauty'. Likes eye make-up and silver jewellery.
  • Capricorn Venus: Might not be interested in clothes, but prefers them dark. Wears a lot of tight trousers. May have a fixation on hair, teeth, and nails.
  • Aquarius Venus: Probably wears lots of blue and silver, and loose clothes. Doesn't really care about fashion, but about looking 'beautiful'. Likes jewellery.
  • Pisces Venus: Gravitates towards delicate, pretty, or vintage clothes - likes blue, silver, white, and turquoise. Might paint their nails. Loves eye make-up.
  • LEO SUN
  • Aries Venus: Wants to look chic and edgy - adores black and gold. Is probably very stylish, maybe alternative. Might wear a lot of cosmetics and chunky jewellery.
  • Taurus Venus: Probably loves the colour gold, and likes wearing lots of gold necklaces or maybe thick, warm scarves. Might have lovely hair. Emphasis on skincare.
  • Gemini Venus: So well-dressed they're blinding to look at. Very fashionable and on-trend. Will usually adore doing their make-up and hair perfectly, and jewellery.
  • Cancer Venus: Probably likes soft or flowing clothes in gold or silver. Pursues traditional beauty. Loves styling their hair and might dye it blonde or gold.
  • Leo Venus: Often wears skimpy, summery clothes. Might pursue fashion almost obsessively. Probably loves wearing massive sunglasses and bright lipstick.
  • Virgo Venus: Adores tight clothes, especially shirts, in very stylish, complementing colours. May obsess over formal wear. Probably wishes their hair was darker.
  • Libra Venus: Has a very delicate style, maybe centering around gold and white. Might like floral or vintage pieces. Is very focussed on having perfect make-up.
  • Scorpio Venus: Wants a very edgy and rebellious style. Probably wears lots of black, with gold jewellery. Adores cat-like eye make-up and having perfect skin.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Is probably very into bright colours, especially gold or orange. Likes to wear their own style of clothes. Enjoys doing their hair.
  • Capricorn Venus: Has a very shiny and professional style. In informal situations, likes to show off their legs. Probably dislikes jewellery but likes make-up.
  • Aquarius Venus: Grabs attention with bright clothes and likely to dye their hair. Really likes wearing high-heels. If they wear a lot of make-up, eyebrow focus.
  • Pisces Venus: Soft and girlish clothes, might choose yellow and pale gold. Probably likes wearing dresses and skirts. Has less of a focus on cosmetics and hair.
  • VIRGO SUN
  • Aries Venus: Probably wears black or dark red clothes and may like skinny jeans. Is into jackets and dislikes soft fabrics. Won't really tend to like jewellery much.
  • Taurus Venus: Likes soft earthy colours: brown, grey, and green. Might care an awful lot about how they look and sometimes copy others. Has lovely, neat hair.
  • Gemini Venus: Might like wearing quite 'respectable' clothes, tending to prefer formal-wear. Probably likes wearing rich browns and muted golds. Lots of cosmetics.
  • Cancer Venus: Has a very typically beautiful style with a lot of formal, elegant greys. Might like exposing their back, collarbones, or cleavage. Likes smoky eyes.
  • Leo Venus: Is very fashionable and hates to go out poorly dressed. Prefers form-fitting or tight clothes, dislikes lighter colours. Probably adores ear-rings.
  • Virgo Venus: Has a very modest style and dislikes showing much skin. Is very professional, preferring dark or monochrome colours. Might dislike jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Usually gorgeously dressed with a lot of white, silver, or pale grey. Tends to wear lovely shoes. Has well-done make-up and beautiful hairstyles.
  • Scorpio Venus: Probably adores black and edgy or tight clothes. Is nervous about showing skin and likes to appear neat. Might have a thing for silver jewellery.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Doesn't slave to fashion, wants to find their own 'beauty'. May like wearing dark browns, russets, and creams. Might not much like cosmetics.
  • Capricorn Venus: Loves to wear neat, professional clothes or appear smart and well-dressed. Likes grey or brown. Probably has really nice hair, teeth, and skin.
  • Aquarius Venus: Is not very fashion-focussed, but does adore silver. Will like heels and tight trousers: puts focus on the legs and calves. Might dislike make-up.
  • Pisces Venus: Probably really likes soft silvers, greys, and maybe light blue. Much prefers skirts to trousers. Might be very focussed on styling their hair.
  • LIBRA
  • Aries Venus: Probably likes wearing tight trousers or short skirts. May be drawn to high-heeled shoes. Is very particular about make-up, usually wears dark purple and red cosmetics.
  • Taurus Venus: Has a very flowing, relaxed style. Probably wears a lot of white. Adores having nice hair (usually prefers it loose) and might spend a long time adjusting their hair.
  • Gemini Venus: Lots of pinks and whites. Is probably very focussed on fashion, style, and looking their best. Wears a lot of make-up and hair products but not much jewellery.
  • Cancer Venus: Tends to like formal wear and slim-fit garments. Loves white and pastel colours. Will put a lot of emphasis on the bust and hips and might idealise hourglass figures.
  • Leo Venus: Is very fashionable and never misses a trend. Is probably drawn to gold or rose-gold as colours. Usually has very beautiful hair and really hates to neglect their hair.
  • Virgo Venus: Doesn't show much skin. Will wear quite delicate, pretty, and formal clothes. Might spend a lot of time on make-up and cosmetics, but probably dislikes jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Adores fashion and may have a typically feminine expression of style. Probably puts a lot of thought into colour, but shape too. Prefers skirts and dresses.
  • Scorpio Venus: Might be very teasing with showing flesh. Probably wears very elegant, stylish clothes. Will tend to wear a lot of simple, attractive jewellery.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Probably puts a lot of effort into how they look, but follows their own style. Is particularly drawn to jewellery and trinkets. Might wear revealing clothes.
  • Capricorn Venus: Has a very clean and put-together style, probably revolves around white and pale grey. Hates showing flesh. Loves to wear tight trousers or skirts.
  • Aquarius Venus: Probably wears a lot of white and light blue. Might have a thing for high-heeled shoes. May be tangential with clothes and wears unexpected yet gorgeous outfits.
  • Pisces Venus: A very delicate, perhaps childish, and certainly feminine outfit. Probably likes wearing flat shoes. Loves to wear eye make-up, lipstick, and to paint their nails.
  • SCORPIO
  • Aries Venus: Probably likes black clothes a lot. Might want to wear ripped or punk-ish styles as they enjoy standing out from the crowd and are drawn to rebellion. Adores eye make-up.
  • Taurus Venus: Doesn't really listen to fashion and cares more about their own personal aesthetic and the ethics of clothes. Is drawn to dark reds and rich browns. Wears little cosmetics.
  • Gemini Venus: Might wear quite skimpy or revealing clothes and especially hates long sleeves. Probably likes band T-shirts and following their own interests. Wears very precise make-up.
  • Cancer Venus: Is probably attracted to loose, flowing, and maybe slightly teasing clothes. Likes black and silver. Probably likes wearing a lot of mascara and eye-shadow.
  • Leo Venus: Might be quite naturally stylish without attending to trends. Probably really likes revealing clothes and the colour red. May be drawn to dramatic make-up.
  • Virgo Venus: Is likely to be quite modest with clothing and definitely prefers darker colours. Might shun fashion to the public ear. Will probably shy away from excessive jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Will want to wear short skirts or tight trousers and tends to unconsciously follow fashion. Likes cerise and may wear a lot of it. Drawn to lip products especially.
  • Scorpio Venus: Might talk a lot about scorn of fashion, but is actually very stylish. Is probably quite rebellious and may have piercings, tattoos, or dyed hair. Likes wearing black.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Can be quite adventurous with clothing and probably wears band T-shirts. In general they don't follow trends. Is drawn to the eyes and gives them lots of attention.
  • Capricorn Venus: Definite focus on practicality with clothing. Is probably drawn to dark, modest, and form-fitting items. Will probably care more about hair, teeth, skin, and nails.
  • Aquarius Venus: Is likely to want to wear clothes that reflect their interests and can be very versatile. Probably likes dark blue. Might paint their nails or wear simple jewellery.
  • Pisces Venus: Definitely not very into fashion. Tends to wear simple garments which might be effortlessly pretty. May not like wearing shoes or clothes which restrict the feet.
  • SAGITTARIUS
  • Aries Venus: Is likely to be very rebellious and probably follow an alternative fashion style. Might wear a lot of jewellery or dyed hair and might be drawn to tattoos.
  • Taurus Venus: Takes inspiration from nature for what they wear and cares a lot about ethics. May like wearing henna or jewellery. Probably likes the colour gold a lot.
  • Gemini Venus: Is likely to wear tight or possibly revealing clothes. Probably adores bracelets and bangles. Is very likely to dye their hair or give lots of attention to it.
  • Cancer Venus: Is attracted to loose, flowing clothes and pale colours. Might like exposing or emphasising cleavage. Probably likes wearing necklaces and lots of eyeliner.
  • Leo Venus: More drawn to pursuing individual beauty than societal standards of fashion. Might like the colour gold or golden jewellery. Will probably enjoy wearing make-up.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes to wear versatile clothes but is repulsed by untidy clothing or hair. Probably wears dark clothes. May sometimes surprise others with attention-grabbing outfits.
  • Libra Venus: Very into flowing clothes and loves to wear very beautiful garments that others won't expect. Passionate about the ethics and meaning of clothes. Likes jewellery.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is probably very rebellious and doesn't care what others think. Might like tattoos or piercings. Will wear what they feel comfortable in and is drawn to red.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Can sometimes be described as 'hippy'. Tends to follow specific, alternative styles. Likes to wear revealing clothes and may like jewellery or henna.
  • Capricorn Venus: Thinks the versatility of clothes is what's more important. Is drawn to blouses and the colour white. Inexplicably adores short skirts when it comes to it.
  • Aquarius Venus: Very relaxed about their clothing. Likes to reflect themselves, rather than what others thing, with their style. Probably likes wearing trainers and loose clothes.
  • Pisces Venus: Likes to wear exciting and beautiful clothes. Probably dislikes wearing shoes. Adores jewellery such as pendants or charms and is likely to be drawn to henna.
  • CAPRICORN SUN
  • Aries Venus: Probably drawn to rebellion and hates to follow trends. Might like wearing skinny jeans. Is likely to spend a lot of time doing their hair and likes silver jewellery.
  • Taurus Venus: Very earthy colours like brown and green are their favourites. Likes wearing versatile or practical clothes. Probably dislikes wearing their hair up.
  • Gemini Venus: Hates wearing impractical clothes. Will like wearing quite elegant colours and may be drawn to formal wear. Feels restricted by long sleeves or tight trousers.
  • Cancer Venus: Has a very elegant, subtle style and definitely prefers formal clothes. Is drawn to pale grey and white. May spend a lot of time on make-up, especially around the eyes.
  • Leo Venus: Probably spends a lot of time deciding what to wear. Is a slave to trends and always wants to look fashionable. Has lovely hair, likes cosmetics and sunglasses.
  • Virgo Venus: A very clean and practical sense of style. Is probably drawn to monochrome colours. Might like wearing suits and very formal clothes, feels uncomfortable in casual wear.
  • Libra Venus: Definitely likes wearing white and maybe cream. Probably prefers wearing knee-length skirts and dresses to most other things. Spends a lot of time on hair and make-up.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is probably a rebel and might wear a lot of black. Doesn't like people to think they're interested in fashion. Probably has really nice teeth and nice legs.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Has a very odd style which is difficult to predict. Definitely prefers shorter skirts and trousers. Probably likes to wear scarves, shawls, and wrap-arounds.
  • Capricorn Venus: A formal and practical style that revolves around monochromes and browns. Always looks beautiful and very put-together. Puts a lot of emphasis on skincare.
  • Aquarius Venus: Probably doesn't care much about fashion. Likes practical clothes that reflect their interests. On formal occasions, wears shorter dresses, tights and heels.
  • Pisces Venus: Likes to wear neat, doll-like dresses and simple jewellery. Probably likes wearing pumps and might be shoe-obsessed. Won't like wearing trousers or very long skirts.
  • AQUARIUS
  • Aries Venus: Might like band T-shirts and clothes that reflect their interests. Probably quite punky. Might not enjoy wearing jewellery or make-up or styling their hair.
  • Taurus Venus: Really likes greens and blues. Probably wears a lot of necklaces, but not much other jewellery. Doesn't follow trends and would rather find their own kind of beauty.
  • Gemini Venus: May really like the colour white and is drawn to bracelets and wristbands. Most people don't expect them to be as stylish as they are. Is quite quirky and fun.
  • Cancer Venus: Is drawn to most shades of blue and maybe turquoise, as well as silver and grey. Doesn't follow fashion at all. Loves high-heels and can be breathtakingly beautiful.
  • Leo Venus: Has an eccentric and fun style and is drawn to bright colours. Probably has great hair. Isn't likely to ever want to wear flat shoes at all, except sometimes trainers.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes whites, greys, and blues. Wears very practical and versatile clothes. May feel restricted by a lot of clothes and dislikes long trousers or long-sleeved shirts.
  • Libra Venus: Hardly ever wears socks and is very picky about their shoes. Can make anything look stylish. Doesn't like things which are too tight or showy around the hips.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is absolutely gorgeous without even trying, fashion-wise. Might really like silver jewellery and likes high heels. Adores band T-shirts and making a statement.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Very adventurous and fun and probably doesn't actually care much about fashion. Loves bright colours and fun clothes. Probably likes wearing short skirts.
  • Capricorn Venus: Is drawn to the colour grey. Wears very practical, versatile clothes and maybe band T-shirts. For formal occasions, can't go out without heels.
  • Aquarius Venus: Definitely not that into fashion. Likes clothes that reflect their interests and show who they are. Prefers to be very casual with the way they dress.
  • Pisces Venus: Probably adores the colours blue, purple, and turquoise. Likes wearing short skirts. Is very creative and imaginative with the clothes they choose to wear.
  • PISCES
  • Aries Venus: Actually very fashionable, which most people don't expect. Likes bright colours and is quite goofy with clothes. Is attracted to jewellery, hair, and make-up.
  • Taurus Venus: Has a very pretty and cute style. Probably likes wearing whites and light greens. Is drawn to creative clothes, and worries about the ethics of what they wear.
  • Gemini Venus: Probably likes wearing bright or pastel colours and is very inventive with style. Prefers skirts and is fussy about shoes. Loves short sleeves, bangles, and nail polish.
  • Cancer Venus: Might wear a lot of blue and has quite a mellow style. Loves white and silver. Wears a lot of lace, satin, and other delicate fabrics, as they have a very feminine style.
  • Leo Venus: Prefers bright colours and like wearing crop-tops. Wears quite unique clothes and probably wears a lot of jewellery. Is drawn to short skirts and dresses.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes wearing clothes in a delicate, feminine, and innocent style, especially white dresses. Might be drawn to a very vintage style. Prefers high-heels and formal-wear.
  • Libra Venus: Puts a lot of effort into their clothes and is very feminine. Probably likes to be quite cutesy. Wears a lot of charms, pendants, and prefers skirts / dresses to trousers.
  • Scorpio Venus: Has a charming sense of style which can be quite formal. Is quite a modest dresser and enjoys wearing jewellery. Pays a lot of attention to eyes and eye make-up.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Doesn't listen to fashion at all and loves to be a 'hippy'. Wears a lot of necklaces and long skirts and prefers bare feet. Cares about the ethics of their clothes.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably really likes the colour white and has quite a clean, feminine style which might be very feminine. Wears lots of eyeliner. Is picky about shoes.
  • Aquarius Venus: Loves t-shirts with cute or funny mottos and prefers quite loose clothes. Is drawn to bright colours and goofy prints. Hates high-heels or hi-topped shoes.
  • Pisces Venus: Has a beautiful, creative and independent style which is very delicate and sweet. Probably dislikes wearing darker colours, except perhaps purple. Adores eye-shadow.
Love || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @the-magic-case: Could you do a jughead imagine based on the song Love by Lana Del Rey? The song is about just being in love with someone. My personal favorite lyrics are “you get ready you get all dressed up. To go no where in particular” I could just imagine the reader being smitten with Jughead and he always winners [wonders] why the reader cares for him so much even he feels the same about them

A/N: This is probably more of a drabble than a oneshot, but I hope it’s okay! I also listened to “Love” the entire time I was writing this (it’s actually very good! What do ya know?)

Gif by @riddlvr

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Jughead Jones had only loved three people in his entire life.

His mom, his sister, and you.

For two of those people, it was too painful for him to think about and he pushed those memories and feelings aside.

However, for you…

Oh man.

The love he had for you left him absolutely breathless. Your smile, your laugh. Everything about you made his heart sing.

The way you waved your hands around when explaining something to him. The way your furrowed your brow and bit your lip as you typed up an article for the Blue & Gold. Especially the way you dressed.

You could look good in anything, but you always got dressed up, no matter where you were going. It baffled everyone. Why you wore your nicest sweater and skirt with your hair done all pretty when you went to Pop’s or why you wore your nicest dress during a rainy football game escaped everyone’s minds. But Jughead loved it.

You didn’t give a damn what anybody thought.

The way you cared for him also blew his mind. You were always so kind and he never understood why. Sure, he had friends that were nice and all like Betty and even Archie, but you were something different.

The way you put your hand on his shoulder when he was feeling down and asked him if something was wrong. The times when you knew he needed to be alone and bought him a milkshake to cheer him up. The way you held him close to you after one particularly rough day (the anniversary of Jellybean’s birthday) and combed your fingers through his dark hair as he cried.



Everyone he loved was taken from him. His mom. Jellybean. 


Everything he loved was taken from him. The drive-in. Also known as his home. 


He couldn’t tell you his true feelings.

What if he lost you too?

Jughead sighed and shook his head, the memories of you dissipating. He peered around the corner as you talked with Betty and Veronica outside your classroom as you waited for the bell to ring.

He smiled softly at you as he was overpowered with love.

God, he was so far gone.

He shook his head as he turned away from you, shoving his hands in his pockets, missing the way you had turned to look at him as he walked away.

There was no way you liked him back. Loved him back like he loved you.

But you did.

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A/N: Let me know what you thought!! 

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Beauty and the Beast review and rant

So I just got out of Beauty and the Beast. So here my opinion seeing as my family’s reaction is to say “you need to let other people have opinions to.” as they ignore me.

I liked:

The opening scene. In fact it’s one of my favorites. The costumes are divine and the choreography is excellent.

The fight scene. OMG I couldn’t breath during the fight scene, every time I thought I stopped laughing I started again.

That one guy smiling when Madame Garderobe dressed him up. Little things make me happy okay. Leave my nb child alone.

Madame Garderobe. All time fave. She and her husband are adorable and my fave ship in this movie. Audra McDonald should have been cast as Belle. Yes I’m salty but that’s for the next part.

Agatha/the Enchantress. I enjoyed how she kept appearing throughout the film.

Gaston. Gaston is at the bottom of my list of villains  (who I rank by song). But Luke Evans and the ensemble managed to make Gaston’s songs my favorite out of the movie.

Lefou. I will fight people for Lefou. He is my son now. The part in the ending where he gets to dance with another boy made my heart swell.

The jewelry they paired with the yellow dress was so pretty and I’ll take two ear cuffs please.

The Potts. I love how they showed the spell made Mr. Potts forget, but even then it was still farmilar

The spell. Yes 8/10 on the world building. The edits to the spell were👌👌👌

The cast. There are so many talented people and such diverse ages and skin colors and ugh I want that ensemble to show up at my funeral and sing me to eternal rest okay that ensemble needs an award.

Things that make me salty:

Emma Watson. This is gonna take a while. Look Emma I love you okay, you are a great Hermione but as Belle well you were missing a certain je ne sais quoi.

Namely stays. And to anyone who tries to tell me that stays or corsets are antifemist, all I can say is: Do you (expect women to) wear bras every day? Because what Emma Watson was doing was basically running around braless.

Honey every other woman on that set was wearing period accurate clothing right down to the underpinnings and the fact that you had a defined bust instead of a smooth front was very obvious. You stood out and not in a good way.

The yellow dress. *insert long line of expletives* GLITTER GLUE?! AND TEAR OFF SKIRT?? GO SIT IN A CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!!!!

 *deep breath*

The yellow dress isn’t all bad. It moves beautifully and the color is gorgeous.

But.

I could see the zipper in almost every shot. The neckline didn’t lie right. What fabric did they use for the bodice? (Seriously this looks like the monstrosity The Play Moms tried to force me into back in 5th grade.) The glitter glue was as obvious as the lack of stays; (I don’t even give a shit about the panniers that almost every other woman was wearing; just are you kidding me with the stays.) Especially next to the gorgeous embroidery on pretty much ever other costume. The tiers are the completely wrong era and the the silhouette is ridiculously modern.

And then she rode off in her formal attire. And RIPPED THE SKIRT OFF!!!! I’m sorry but as someone who is personally handstitching an authentic 18th century outfit FUCK YOU DO YOU KNOW THAT’S MONTHS OF WORK??!!!! AND WORTH ABOUT AS MUCH AS BELLE’S ENTIRE HOUSE???!! Belle would have known that. Clothing was handmade and a lot more expensive so formal wear wouldn’t have been worn on a ride through the forest!

you have a movie where every one is gorgeously costumed in fairly accurate garb and then your heroine looks like you bought all her costumes at a Halloween Express. Emma Watsons singing. She’s not bad. But next to everyone one else she’s obviously an amateur  (also her technique made me want to scream. Your mouth needs to be rounded not flattened). Seriously I could have done better. In case you couldn’t tell I wouldn’t have cast Emma as Belle. Nope. Audra is my Belle it is mycanon. That Lumiere and Cogsworth weren’t a couple. Cursed!Mrs.Potts and Chip are gonna give me nightmares just saying. Why was everyone speaking with a British accent? They’re French? In France? Speaking French? Like they didn’t even have her be born in England and move to France nope evidently England conquered France when we weren’t looking and everyone in France now speaks with a British accent. In the end it was an enjoyable movie. I would watch it again. But I’m SO tempted to start doing historical costume out of spite.

anonymous asked:

Hey guys! I'm new to making cosplay and I thought you guys could help me out. I want to make a 2B from Nier cosplay but I'm not really sure what material to use, or how to get the skirt to be as wavy as it is. Any advice? Thanks!

Ooh boy! 2B is a fun one.

Fun fact: I work for Henchmen Studios, and we recently did 2B for Square-Enix’s booth at PAX East. My part was mostly in casting the katana, but I did a teeny bit of consultation for the appliqué and skirt because I have experience with laser cutting and horsehair. 

Extra fun fact: You can infer that anything I’m telling you here is an approach approved by Square-Enix.

Anyway, here’s our girl here:

Look at that skirt! Gil (@gillykins) and Kiga (@blackwatercosplay) nailed it, in my opinion. (Also, @paulhillier for that photo.)

Here are some general thoughts and feelings about 2B’s design:

In my opinion, there is no better fabric option than velvet/velveteen. Aside from taking the fabric nap into account it’s fairly forgiving for beginners and it is beautiful. It has a lushness to it and a level of luxury that suits her O-esque blindfold-and-boots, leather-and-lace aesthetic. Velvet also sucks light in and gives nothing back; nothing looks as black as velvet, and nothing captures a nice velvet’s ability to have dimension while remaining fairly matte. The game textures support it being velvet, too; satin just ends up looking the mildest bit cheap and overly shiny, even when care is taken to find a more matte satin.

The skirt owes its flare to two main elements: its gore-style pattern and horsehair braid. The gored skirt adds trumpet-like shaping seams up the hips to the high waistline but flares out at the bottom in a way that a regular circle skirt simply wouldn’t provide. The horsehair braid –– ideally as wide as 6″, but at minimum 2″ –– sewn in around the bottom of both the skirt and the lining forces the skirt hem to stand out. You’ll want to make sure you pull in the drawstring on the horsehair, too, in order to get it to curve nicely, but the result is a skirt that sits out beautifully on its own. (The weight of the fabric comes into play here, too; anything too light/loose will collapse at the top, but a fabric with enough weight will have the integrity to hold up.)

Here’s one of my shots of the skirt from PAX East the other week; see how the fabric has that dimension to it but resists being blindingly shiny? See how the skirt sits out in big body ripples instead of pooling? Velveteen and horsehair braid, my friend.

And applique –– even if you didn’t ask, a couple other anons did! Today I put together Henchmen’s digital pattern for Nier’s skirt and bodice appliqué. Shameless plug, ahoy, but it includes a skirt pattern! For methods, we did ours with peau-de-soie appliqué. If you want to do the same, iron a double-sided fusible adhesive to the reverse side of your fabric, trace out your appliqué pattern and then cut out (or laser-cut) all of the filigree. Apply to the surface of the skirt, and then topstitch for security and aesthetic. Time consuming but a) not as time consuming as painting or satin stitching and b) extremely clean results. I’m basically never going to do super delicate appliqué any other way from now on.

(I don’t have any good pictures of it but the inside of the skirt is done the same way, but black on white liner.)

Both layers of the skirt (self and liner) are finished by being bound together at the hem. Be careful, though; really thick bindings plus two layers of horsehair can be TOO stiff, so keep your bindings as light as possible.

- Jenn