velvet skirts

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i was reading the news headlines you posted, and I need clarification. What does "vamping" mean

A stereotypical vamp was a young woman - a siren - who preyed on men (especially rich ones), using sex appeal to get her way, toying with their feelings, bringing men to their downfall - a heart breaker. With great ease she’d steal another girl’s boyfriend or husband away. When she wasn’t stealing husbands: watch out mothers! She might be the ruin of your college aged son. Her morals were lax. She cared more about the chase than actually having the man.

A vamp was usually portrayed as a lithe woman with dark bobbed hair, bright lipstick, plenty of mascara and eye shadow, maybe some rouge… and very little clothing (short skirts or velvet dresses, very thin stockings). She’d stay out all night and drink, smoke, flirt and swear with no qualms. 

Why was she called a vamp? Wicked and beautiful, like a vampire, she usually came out at night and she’d “suck the lifeblood” out of a man before discarding him once she’d had her way.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Tomboy & Skirts

Request:

What about a Reggie x Reader where the reader is like a total tomboy and one day decides to wear a skirt and Reggie pesters her a bit (Cause friends) and the reader ends up convincing him to wear a skirt to school the next day.

 

A/N: My Wi-Fi is being a butt so these imagines will all be uploaded by Monday when I get to my school with free Wi-Fi lol. This was a cute imagine to write so I hope you guys like it. Also I didn’t know if the requestor wanted to be romantic or not so I just made the reader and Reggie very flirty best friends. If you guys like this one I can see a part two happening, but not if you guys don’t request it. If you guys request it maybe their friendship will become something more. Thanks for your guy’s support it really is making my life.

Words: 1194

Summary: Readers mom makes her wear a skirt for her birthday. Reggie pesters her about it and they make a deal.

Spoilers: Flirty friendship

Warnings: Not that I can think of any.

You grew up in Riverdale the notorious small town of pep (far from it though). You grew up next door to Reggie Mantle. Although many saw him as this pretentious douchebag, you knew him for who he was.  Everything he showed to the town was for attention, he lived for attention.

You two became best friends when he saw that you spent most of your time alone, and so did he. Nowadays you did talk to Archie, Betty, Jughead and Kevin but back then they were inseparable and they didn’t like Reggie because he was a showoff. One day he got in a small wrong encounter with Archie and they kicked him out. Reggie was crying, you had never seen him cry so you were there for him and till this day he was your best friend.

These days you two were partners in crime. You tagged along to his infamous pranks that you secretly enjoyed because you were supposed to be his ’moral compass’. Plenty of people told you to let him go, but you never listened, he was your confidant. Both of you had gone through so many things together to just give up on him because of how he acted towards some.

Although in the high school system you were a bit of an underdog as Reggie rose to popularity and became the quarterback to the varsity football team. Although that never stopped your friendship and you couldn’t be prouder for him, you attended all of his games and cheered him on. People knew to leave you alone because you were pretty feisty and Reggie made sure you were protected.

It was just another day as you got ready for bed because you had school the next day when you heard a knock at your door.

“Come in” you confirmed as your mother made her way in with a bag.

“I got you something to wear for my birthday” she spoke with a smile engraved on her face.

“What?” you rose an eyebrow.

“Well I got you this” she added as she took out a black flowy velvet skirt “I knew you didn’t own one so I decided to buy you one” she continued.

“Mom, I don’t wear skirts, but thank you. It really means a lot” you answered the nicest way possible.

“Oh c’mon look I bought you three. One black, one grey, and one navy blue. They all fit your color spectrum. Please?!?! For my birthday!” she pleaded “I made sure they would all fit your tomboy style, your sad colors” she insisted as you chuckled.

“My sad tomboy style” you sassed back.

“You know I just want to see you in a skirt before I die. You’ll probably wear a pantsuit for my funeral for all I know” she chimed in.

“Fine, only because they kind of look cool and will fit my sad tomboy style, and because you’re my mother” you pleased with a small smile.

“Thank you!” she singed as she pulled you into a hug and exited your room.

The next morning you decided on the black velvet skirt which you matched with a band t-shirt and some converse high tops. You twirled around your room for a bit because it was kind of fun.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the kitchen as your mother took a mental photograph.

“Oh my god, you look stunningly beautiful. Happy birthday to me!” she praised as she took out her phone as took a picture.

“Uh really mom?!” you declared.

“What?! It’s not every day I get to see this” she claimed with a smile plastered on her face.

“Okay well I gotta get to school, happy birthday mom” you chimed in as you took your mom in for a hug.

As you arrived at school and made it to your locker as quickly as you could to avoid any stares, you could swear you heard whispering about your look of the day.

“Well damn (Y/N), if I knew the fairy godmother dropped by I would’ve hit you up” one of the football players spoke with a smirk and Reggie interrupted.

“What do you mean (Y/N)?” Reggie questioned as he did a double take at you with a surprised look.

“(Y/N)?” he finally added.

“The one and only” you answered him.

“Well Santa Claus is a bit late on my wish list” he mocked as you nudged his shoulder.

“Nope, just my mom’s birthday wish” you retorted.

“Really? So not for me?” He smirked as he motioned to his teammates to leave you alone.

“Sorry Mantle in your dreams” you replied.

“Can’t wait for bed then” he mocked back.

“Stop Reg!” you insisted with a giggle.

“Okay, okay I surrender” he motioned his hands up in the air as you both walked to your classes.

“So is she having a party this year?” he questioned you.

“She doesn’t want one, but I’m thinking we do a surprise dinner on Saturday” you stated with a smile.

“Why no party?” Reggie implied with a sad smile.

“Amount of candles she claims, but I found this mold that says ‘mom’ and making a candle with it and we just buy a cake and use that one. What do you think Mantle?” you informed Reggie.

“Sounds good, you up for video games tonight then?” he asked.

“Of course, that shouldn’t even be a question” you claimed with a smile.

“Ah you can put the tomboy in a skirt, but she’ll still be a tomboy” he pestered as he pulled you in for small hug and you hit his chest and made your ways to your classes.

At the end of the school day you walked with him to his house to play video games.

“Can we play Mortal Kombat first” you asked tall dark haired boy.

“I’m sorry skirt what did you say?” he mocked back.

“Are you really gonna bug me about the damn skirt all day” you proclaimed.

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity (Y/N) I am going to make the most of my time” he pointed out.

“I’d like to see you in a skirt” you sassed back.

“I’d make that deal” he responded with a devilish smirk.

“What’s the catch Mantle?” you returned the same look.

“You wear skirts for a whole week” he informed you.

“Deal” you spoke too soon about to motion you hand for a handshake as he interrupted you.

“And you stop using Scorpion as your player, and we finally take that road trip during spring break and you call me by my nickname whenever I want you too” he cockily proposed.

“But I finally mastered all his moves to destroy you, wait what?” you recollected what he just asked.

“You heard me, you’ve been putting off the trip because of money or some other excuse. My parents will give the money, they’ll do anything to not have me around for a bit” he confessed.

“You have a deal Mantle the Magnificent” you concluded as he chuckled and he gave you a twirl as you made your way to buy him a skirt on his size for tomorrow.



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WORTH PARIS EMPIRE VELVET BROCADED SATIN GOWN, c. 1914.

Peacock blue silk, the short sleeve bodice of tulle having bands of paste jewels with blue and iridescent clear beaded fringe over silver metallic lace, deep V-neck with beaded blue tulle insert over white tulle above a large velvet bow, the skirt crossed at center front and cutaway to reveal a beaded chiffon underskirt with beaded fringe over blue silk, long fishtail train pleated and held by two large beaded tassels at back.

talk to my red & my cherry

ships: isak/even, vilde/eva
rating: teen
word count: 5,234

hi all! so this is something I’ve been working for like, an entire week, and I’m really excited to finally share it with everyone!!

even though we don’t talk i’d really like to shoutout @closetlesbianvilde and @shameforskam - your metas/text posts were a HUGE inspiration for this conversation between Even and Vilde about sexuality. you guys are the best??

also big shouts to @adamparishe, @ravenclawisak & @isakneven for helping me edit and being generally Good humans ♡

i think this might actually turn into a series about Vilde continuing to explore her sexuality, so make sure to follow it on ao3 as well! i’ll be posting about any updates on my blog too.

please please please hit my inbox with thoughts and suggestions!! xx


Even wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten himself into this situation.

It was possible that it started with him attending a single kosegruppa meeting in October for the sole purpose of meeting Isak Valtersen, man of his life. And if that’s what led to him squeezed between Isak, a very drunk Eva and friends, and fifty other people he’d never seen before in his parents’ living room, he figured it was totally worth it. 

But that still didn’t explain how (or if) he’d volunteered his flat for the first kosegruppa pregame post winter break. Was he…still technically in the kosegruppa? Was Isak? It was hard to say. He was certain that they’d passed pregame about ten kilometers back. It was impossible to call the carnage occurring in his living room a pregame. This was a full blown party and he was pretty sure the kosegruppa had nothing to do with it.

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