sweetheart strapless

anonymous asked:

if the paladins had to pick out a wedding dress for their s/o what would they choose?

- Sweetheart neckline
- Strapless
- He wouldn’t necessarily want a train, but a flowy fabric down to the floor is Good
- Maybe some subtle bead detail, just enough to catch the light
- Understated but beautiful

- He wouldn’t be opposed to a tighter dress
- Maybe a thigh-high slit ;)
- A pretty low neckline, not strapless though
- A train is a no-no
- Probably floor/ankle-length with a slit or down to the knee/mid-thigh
- Maybe satin or silk
- If there’s anything around the waist, he’d want that detail to be lace

- He’d probably want it to be a really pale blue
- Strapless
- Probably tight around the bust, then a-line to the floor
- Long train
- But! You need to be able to dance
- So the length is removable
- Ta-dah!!! Underneath is this mid-thigh length flowy skirt that is very billowy
- You’re welcome

- They’d probably want ¾ lace sleeves
- With a square neckline
- The skirt would be pretty full and layered, and knee-length
- A little brooch would fasten right underneath the bust, and this would cover the attachment of the train
- The train itself is very gauzy and quite sheer, very soft to the touch

- A Strong Dress
- One shoulder
- It would probably have little chiffon flowers from the shoulder to the waist, where there’s some ruching
- The skirt would go to the floor, and have some petticoats underneath to give it A Silhouette
- It’s very swishy when it moves, very princess-like


How To Drape A Sweetheart Strapless Bodice (Beginners) by DanielaTabois

Link: https://youtu.be/PFW7_nLamSY

Emma’s Wedding Dress...Ugh

Been thinking about Emma’s wedding dress and I hate it. Why is she so covered up in so much lace that she looks like a giant tablecloth? I wore a lace dress for my own wedding, but it was a strapless, sweetheart neck with an A-line skirt and a beautifully scalloped hem. There was also a little bit of lace trim on my veil and I wanted lace because it’s classic and romantic and that’s a part of my personality. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have something that’s a little bit more modest or vintage for your dress or being inspired by a celebrity’s look. But it just doesn’t work on Emma. I always pictured her in something more modern (and marrying Neal). Not something that makes her look like she’s wearing my grandmother’s dress. I know the Storybrooke costumes for the women have been unflattering and questionable and at times, the younger women wore something that made them look way too old. But seeing Emma constantly so covered up has just become ridiculous. Is Hook controlling that as well? Making sure she doesn’t look at least a little bit sexy so that other men stay away? Because that’s what it feels like. I know it gets cold where they film, but first season Emma still dressed like a young modern, lady and not some 50′s Puritan. I hate this stereotype that she has become. I’m not looking down my nose at women who choose to be housewives and devote their lives to caring for their families. I actually think that is quite noble and kudos to those ladies who have that patience and endurance. But Emma is a warrior princess. She should be kicking ass with Neal. Not being Mrs. Jones.


DIY Sweetheart Strapless Bustier by Daniela Tabois

Link: https://youtu.be/MCXsdDkFEho

Wheels and Dollbaby Gigi Satin Dress

For you gals who wanna rock ‘n roll all night and party every day– you’re gonna need a dress that can hang. The Gigi Dress is made in black satin and features strapless design, sweetheart neckline, and welt seam detail. Side boning, tulle petticoat, and fit-and-flare silhouette. Fully lined, back zip closure. Plus it comes with a super cute removable velvet belt. Pair it with combat boots and a shredded denim jacket for a tough feel, or velvet pumps and a faux fur jacket for an elevated look. By Wheels and Dollbaby.

*Runs true to size
*Model is wearing smallest size available
*Dry Clean or Hand wash cold

STYLE #:46628

Imagine being Daryl's Best Friend and him helping you get your dream dress for yours and Carl's Wedding

Originally posted by ryvengrimes

Originally posted by alicemcgeek

When you were little you always pictured having a perfect wedding, what little girl didn’t. You honestly didn’t care about anything more then the dress. You just wanted a high low,strapless, white dress, but now that was not an option anymore. Every since the world went to shit you were lucky to even be having a wedding. You even told Carl that you were ok with not even having a ceremony however Carl knew how much you wanted one. However he knew he couldn’t get you the one thing you wanted… The white dress. 

 "Daryl, can you go check on [Y/N]? She told me this morning I wasn’t allowed to see her till tonight.“ Carl asked as he walked into the hall wearing a worn white shirt and black blazer that he found in some of the Saviors clothing bins, and his jeans. 

 Daryl turned to him in his leather vest, t-shirt and jeans and smiled at the thought of you telling Carl to stay away from you, seeing how the only time you would spend apart was when one of you were on a run. "Yea, make sure she ain’t getting cold feet on ya.” He joked at a tense Carl. “I’m jokin, that girl loves ya too much to run away.”

 He clapped his shoulder before heading down the stairs and next door. However he never had to go in the house because you were seated on the stairs just staring into space. 

 "Hey short stuff.“ He called from the road snapping you out of you stare and calling your attention towards him, he could see the tear streaks on your face. 

"Hey….hey what’s wrong.” He said as he jogged towards the steps and knelt in front of you, his hand cradling the side of your face, “please don’t tell me you are getting cold feet because I just got done telling Carl you loved him too much to get cold feet." 

"No, I am happy to be getting married to Carl, we all know that Lori and Carol used to joke about how we were gonna get together one day. I just was thinking though about how I don’t get to get married in my dream dress." 

"Dream dress?” Daryl asked as you looked at him. 

“It wasn’t anything fancy, I just wanted a high-low strapless white dress." 

"High-low?” He asked causing you to chuckle 

“Yea it is one of those dresses where it is short in the front but long in the back." 

"Sounds complicated." 

"To you it might but to me I thought it was perfect. I just wish there was a way to get that dress." 

"Can I tell ya something?” You looked at the smile on Daryl’s face as you tried to think of what he could be thinking, “I was on a run and I came across this store, looked like it could have been a old bridal shop kind of thing. Wanna go check it out, see if it has this high-low dress you were talking about?" 

"But what about Carl?” You asked as your eyes shifted to the house next door. 

“Well the weddin ain’t till later, the shop is maybe a 30 minute ride out. You don’t have to…." 

"Well we are wasting time now aren’t we?” You said as you pushed yourself off the stairs and started towards the neighboring house and threw open the door, "CARL! IM GOING OUT WITH DARYL FOR A BIT. BE BACK SOON! LOVE YOU!“ You called before shutting the door and hurrying towards the bike, "well you comin’ or no?” You asked as Daryl just shock his head at you, and started towards his bike. 

 When you pulled in front of the abandoned shop you had a good feeling about it. Daryl left you on the bike to scoop the place for walkers, and once he clarified that the shop was empty he signaled for you to come on in. 

Once inside you found yourself surround by dresses and tuxedos and veils. You quickly found yourself laughing as Daryl stared at the mannequin wearing the most ridiculous princess gown. “I will never understand why someone would want to parade around in that circus tent?" 

 "I don’t know why someone would wanna be that shiny?” You laughed pointing at this bedazzled dress. 

“I mean maybe her man wants some diamond tits.” You erupted into laughter as you both started walking through the store. 

“[Y/N] I found my dream jacket!” He called causing you to turn and kneel over in laughter. 

For there he stood,in a neon blue blazer, striking a pose as you laughed. "Blue is a great color for you Dixon, all you need is a neon purple pocket square.“ You giggled as you turned back to the dresses.

 you hand resting on a mermaid dress, where the bottom looked like big bird died on the bottom. "What do you think Carl would say if I walked in wearing this?” I laughed as he smiled at the sight. 

“I think he would ask where the hell the rest of the flock is." 

"Well if we don’t find it,I’m glad…” However you stopped talking as you turned back to put the feather duster dress away, for it dropped to the floor as you looked at what caught your eye. 

 For on the rack next to you was a black lace accent, sweetheart neckline strapless white dress, with a short front and a lace train in the back, it was your dress.

 "Daryl…. I…. I found it.“ Tears slowly started to form in your eyes as you pulled it off the rack, Daryl hurrying to your side to see what you found.

 "So this is it?” He asked as you slowly nodded, “well then lets see it on ya." 

"There is no…” You giggled when you saw your best friend covering his eyes, allowing you to strip and redress in the dress of your dreams. It fit like a glove and when you had it on you cleared your throat, causing Daryl to uncover his eyes. 

“Woah.” He said as you did a full turn, “Carl is one lucky fella." 

"I can’t believe we found it Daryl.” You breathed out as you worked towards the full length mirror, and taking in the sight of you in this dress. 

“I think we need to get goin’ don’t wanna be late to your own weddin’” he answered as you collected your old clothes and hurried out the door. 

 You pulled into the camp to find Glenn, Rick, Carl, and Gabriel all standing in the dirt road, Judith sitting in the road in front of them in her light blue dress and braid. As the engine cut you heard the four year old scream your name and collide with your legs. You picked her up and slowly carried her back to the men in the street, each one had their eyes on you. 

“You found it?” Carl whispered to Daryl 

 "She’s the one who found it, I just found the shop.“ He answered as you joined the group. 

"So whose ready for a wedding?” You smiled as Carl walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

 "You look gorgeous Miss Peletier.“ He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed you. 

"Gross Brother, stop kissin’ my [Y/N]!” Judith whined as she stuck her tongue out. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Grimes." 

"Well I guess it is about time to get these two kids married, would you agree Father?” Rick asked as the Father hurried towards the church. 

“Dad’s had the church filled for like 30-40 minutes.” Carl whispered as Rick grabbed his arm and started to drag him away. 

 "Ok Judith, go with Daddy.“ You instructed as you sat her down and watched her run after him, leaving you alone with Daryl. 

"Ready to walk me down the aisle?” You asked poking Daryl’s side. 

“Yea, you really do look gorgeous." 

"Thanks you, I would never look like this if it wasn’t for you Dixon.” You quickly hugged his side, his arm wrapping around you. 

“I love ya kid.” He said as he squeezed a bit. 

“Love ya too Dixon, now let’s get me married, and then let’s get drunk.” You cheered as you both started towards the church, to start your new chapter with the love of your life, and your best friend.

Little Flutters, a Joel Heyman x Reader fic

Ever since you moved into this apartment, which was nearly 8 months ago now, you’ve had this…thing for your neighbor across the hall. Joel. Joel really is something. It’s nothing really; just that every time you so much as have a conversation with him your heart does these little flutters that you really wish would go away. Even worse, you recently discovered that you have mutual friends with him (of course Adam is friends with him, Adam is friends with everyone) and have found yourself falling into a comfortable friendship with him.

If only you could enjoy that friendship without those damn little flutters.

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Mira Zwillinger “Whisper Of Blossom” Spring 2017 Bridal Collection

rawrlikerue  asked:

Hello! Okay so my request is Natsu actually wanting to fight Lucy. The same way that he always wants to fight Erza, or Laxus. Maybe he does this because she confessed to him she thinks she is weak, but I think it would be cute if he thought she was actually worth fighting. And then maybe turn into cute fluff idk but yeah that's my idea!

Welp, I took this the wrong way when I read it the first time and now you will have yourself a enemies to friends to lovers au! hehehe

I’m going to tag @thehexperiment because she’ll probably like this au  and my lovely senpai @lonestorm, and also @snogfairy.


“You smell like trash, Heartfilia,” Natsu growled, spitting on the ground at her feet.

“Likewise, Dragneel,” Lucy sneered. Sniffing her shirt she had worn for three times that week, she grimaced and began to walk to class.

She tried to like Natsu. She really did. But he just pissed her off more with every single damn thing he did. He loved to rip up her stories, and it would result a punch to the face for the young man every time. Yet he still did it, the moron.

“Fight me,” he said, a broad smirk covering his face. He had caught up to her in a run, and she was amazed that he even had the energy and gall to run up and tell her such an idiotic statement.

“You wish!” Lucy told him with a scowl. They had known each other for ages and hated each other every second of it. Six years, thirty two days, forty seconds and eight milliseconds they had been enemies, and they sure as hell weren’t getting any friendlier. Lucy made her way to class, and sat down in her normal spot. Natsu popped in a few seconds later and flicked Lucy on the back of her head and took his seat.

For some odd reason, Natsu thought it would be a good idea to pick on Lucy. Lucy, however, knew it would be fabulous for one reason…

Lucy may or may not have a crush on him. And that picking on her gave her more time with her secret love.

Sure, it wasn’t easy for her to hate him. But when he had such a hatred for her like this, why not channel it into something that he would actually react to. She sure as hell wasn’t Juvia Lockser, her best friend, who clung to Gray Fullbuster he was god on earth. Pathetic, she thought, but she loved the girl as if she was her own sister. They had been best friends since they were young, and Juvia was amazing in math and history. But her attachment to the icy, silent man made Lucy wonder what made her like him in the first place.

“Luuuucy,” a girl said behind her, and she turned around to see Minerva Orlando giggling into her palm. “Where did you get those clothes? The garbage bin?”

Lucy’s face tinged pink with both anger and embarrassment–she actually had gotten them from the dumpster.

“Where’d you get that attitude? The bitch store?” Lucy snipped, turning around. She wasn’t about to deal with the girl that made everyone her victim. She had made fun of Levy for her glasses and Juvia for her constant crying. She wasn’t about to make a fool out of herself by letting Minerva know where she actually got her clothes from.

A sharp rip echoed through the class, and Lucy turned around in shock. Just as she thought, Minerva stood over her with a smirk and a piece of cloth over her.

“Oops! I must have tripped and caught your sleeve. So sorry, Lucy,” Minerva’s voice oozed faux compassion.

That was her favorite shirt. Instantly, Lucy’s eyes began to well up with tears.

No. She wasn’t going to give that bitch any more fuel to the fire.

Lucy pushed her chair back and turned to glare at Minerva. Minerva raised her eyebrows with a small smile, anxious to see what Lucy would do.

Lucy balled her hand into a fist, wound up, and pulled her arm back. She grabbed Minerva by the collar of her shirt. Minerva’s eyes were no longer full of arrogance, but of fear.

“Let’s see if blood will stain those designer clothes,” Lucy said with a dark chuckle, and her fist went forward to hit Minerva.

Before she could even lay a single knuckle on the girl’s face, Natsu’s fist flew through the air and punched Minerva square in the jaw. The young woman went flying backwards into the chalkboard, and Lucy could only stare.

“You may smell like trash, but if you only have one shirt that’s destined to happen,” Natsu told Lucy as he looked at her with a grin.

Blood rushes to Lucy’s cheeks. He saved her! Which meant that he didn’t completely hate her after all…

Natsu grabbed Lucy’s wrist and practically dragged her out of the school building.

“Where are you taking me?” Lucy yelled over the wind.

“You probably need some new clothes now, Heartfilia,” he told her over the whoosh of air.

Security ran after them to no avail. They were gone, and there was no use stopping them if they were going to clothes shop anyway.


“W-what do you think?” Lucy asked as she came out of the fitting room. Natsu lifted his head from his short nap in a daze. He soon found himself shocked and speechless.

Lucy was now wearing a blue v-neck blouse tucked into a swirling cream lace skirt that ended just before the middle of her thighs. For her feet she wore strappy heels, and she even wore a heart barrette in her hair.

Natsu flushed quite quickly, but had to mask it. He dropped his chin into his open hand and grasped his cheeks with the tips of his fingers as to not show his blush.

“You still look like trash,” Natsu mumbled into his hand, and Lucy grinned.

“Thanks for saving me back there,” Lucy dropped down next to Natsu on the couch.

“Huh?” Natsu asked, having already forgotten. In an instant, he remembered that he had socked Minerva in the face and run off with Lucy to Heart Kreuz, the store they were currently in.

Natsu’s blush grew deeper. Damn her and her cute feminine ways. Even if she was usually covered by her huge t-shirts and jeans, she was still Lucy. And that meant that she was hot no matter what she was wearing.

“You’re welcome,” Natsu muttered, gripping his face even tighter now.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, only penetrated a few moments later by the sales associate asking if they would like any water. Lucy agreed and thanked the petite girl. The girl rushed away and came back with a bottle of water in hand, and Lucy accepted when it was given to her.

Silence once again filled the room. Natsu wondered what he should say and opened his mouth only to be cut off by Lucy clearing her throat.

“So I guess the secret’s out, huh?” Lucy sighed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She cracked open her water bottle with ease and took a large gulp.

“What secret?” Natsu asked, his blush finally gone.

“I’m homeless,” Lucy told him, dropping her head low.

“Oh,” Natsu replied, not knowing what else to say.

A pin dropped in the now noiseless room, and the sales associate cried, “Sorry!” and went to go pick it up.

Suddenly, Natsu had an idea.

“Well… D'ya wanna stay with me, then?” Natsu said, rubbing the back of his head nervously. What if she said no? What if she punched him? What if she–

“Sure. As long as you don’t try to fight me all the time, I’d be fine with that,” Lucy responded happily, clapping her hands together.

“Really? You would?” Natsu perked up, grinning.

“Yeah, Natsu. Take me home,” she smiled back, and Natsu’s heart beat faster in his chest.

They had been friends for ten minutes, twenty nine seconds, and six milliseconds.

Things were going to get better, she just knew it.

Canon in D played on the stereo, and everyone rose. Natsu sucked in a huge breath and waited for his bride to arrive.

Gray Fullbuster walked in with Lucy on his arm, and the whole crowd gasped. Never in a million years would they think she would look this beautiful.

She wore a strapless, sweetheart gown in satin that fell to the floor gracefully and trailed off behind her. In her hands she clutched the red roses they picked out.

And in her hair was a red heart barrette holding back her veil.

Natsu’s eyes welled up and he wiped at them furiously. Lucy Heartfilia was about to become Lucy Dragneel, and he hadn’t been this happy in a million years.

Once they reached the podium, Lucy linked hands with Natsu and Gray stood beside them.

For the rings, Lucy had bought Natsu a ring made out of petrified wood and platinum, and Natsu had proposed to Lucy with a singular diamond encircled in smaller ones on a golden band. Lucy also cried, dabbing at her eyes and smiling the whole time.

“Natsu Dragneel, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest asked.

“I do,” Natsu said, and he pushed the ring on Lucy’s left ring finger.

“And do you, Lucy Heartfilia, take Natsu Dragneel to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Lucy answered, and she pushed the ring on Natsu’s left ring finger.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the priest said with a grin.

Natsu dipped Lucy low and kissed her with vigor, tasting his lips on hers. The kiss tasted like vanilla and pine, and the taste of each other’s lips lingered.

“Luce?” Natsu asked.


“Fight me,” Natsu whispered in her ear.

Twelve years, sixteen days, fifty nine minutes, and thirty two milliseconds they had been in love, and it wasn’t getting any better than this.


Gosh this was so long! I hope you enjoyed! :)

anonymous asked:

hello kiwi-chan! (hua I hope you don't me calling you that :>) can I request a scenario for oikawa, wakatoshi and yuji for the prompt "A always sees B in baggy clothings and pretty much able to seal their feelings but one day B comes wearing fitting outfit and it shocked A so much A chocked"? the rest is up to you oho ho ho~The boys can be person A :3 thank you so much! good luck on the blog!

of course you can call me that! it’s super cute! also thanks for such a cute request and thanks for the good wishes! i hope i did this justice cause it’s the first time i’m writing for terushima so i apologize if he’s a tad ooc! also it got kinda long….ahaha my b

oikawa tooru

Oikawa Tooru was speechless – a rarity in all his 20 years of life. His glass was frozen in his hand, halfway to his mouth as he stared at you entering the club, head whipping around in search of him. Your hair was done up prettily and your shoes complimented your legs perfectly, but what really caught him off guard was your dress – tight and short.

In the year that Oikawa had known you, he had never seen you wear anything from fitting. You’d occasionally wear shorts, so the beauty of your legs was no stranger to him, but the rest of your body was a mystery, and he was immensely curious to see what lay beneath your seemingly endless layers of clothing. Regardless of what you wore, his feelings for you grew with every word that passed between those bubblegum lips of yours; however, he’d be lying if he said that asking you out for drinks at a nightclub came with innocent intentions.

Once you caught sight of him, a smile lit up your face, and Oikawa could feel a hot blush rise on his own. The thudding bass of the club’s music was no match for the rhythm his heart played against his ribcage. He finally found the strength in him to bring his glass up to his lips, the iced drink a stark contrast to the heat he was feeling everywhere else. He watched as you pushed your way through the crowd to stand in front of him, looking up at him with expectant eyes. A beat of awkward silence followed your arrival, but the brunette swiftly and smoothly covered it up, “Well, don’t you look pretty?”

Your cheeks tinted a light pink at his compliment, as you laughed, “Why thank you! I wasn’t sure if it was entirely appropriate, but either way, it seems to do the job in a place like this.”

That it did. The dress was tight enough to highlight your curves, but modest enough to stay classy.

A perfect fit, for a perfect girl.

He brought his glass to his lips again, listening to you talk enthusiastically before you bent over the counter to order a drink. It was then that the setter caught a glimpse of the back of your dress, quickly taking note of the bare skin of your back, revealed by the plunging hemline of your dress. He gasped, choking on whatever was left in his glass, trying his best to compose himself as you turned to face him again, glass of bourbon hanging between your fingers.

“You alright there?” He nodded mutely as you laughed, downing the rest of your drink before slamming the glass back down on the counter, taking his hand in yours, “Let’s go dance! Only if you can handle it though.” You teased him, noting his unusual stuttering, obviously picking up on the effect you had on him.

He licked his lips, eager to join you on the dance floor, vaguely wondering if you had any more surprises in store for him. You were, he decided, going to be the death of him.

ushijima wakatoshi

At first Ushijima didn’t really notice that everything in your closet was two sizes too big for you and that you weren’t too keen on form fitting clothing, opting to wear boyfriend jeans and t-shirts instead of the skinny jeans and tank tops most girls found so alluring. Either way, regardless of your clothing choices, Ushijima caught himself falling more and more for you each day, overlooking everything that didn’t have anything to do with your stunning personality.

Despite the infancy of your relationship, you had asked him to attend your sister’s wedding as your date, to which he happily (as happily as Ushijima Wakatoshi could be) obliged. Your sister, having always been the lethal combination of both flighty and flaky, left you to deal with the bridesmaids’ dresses, with the claim that “You’re my maid of honor, [Name]! This is the stuff that you have to do!”

A sigh left your lips as you browsed the endless racks of dresses in the bridal shop. Ushijima trailed behind you, occasionally offering his opinion when prompted, suit bag thrown over his shoulder as he waited for you to reach a verdict. At the end of thirty minutes, a pretty saleswoman asked if she could get you a fitting room, to which you begrudgingly agreed to, casting an apologetic look to your boyfriend, “I’ll be in and out in 10 minutes, I promise. Just wait outside for a bit.”

The bridal store your sister had referred you to was quite lavish, adorned with chandeliers and off white couches. Ushijima took it upon himself to sit in a love seat situated across your dressing room, graciously taking a water bottle from the same saleswoman who showed you to your room. True to your word, after 8 minutes you called out to him, “Hey, Wakatoshi? I’m on the last dress, but can you zip me up? I’m having trouble reaching around.” With a short nod that he knew you weren’t going to see, he gently knocked on the door to get you to open it. You seemed relived when you saw him, moving your hair out of the way and turning around so your back was facing him, “It’s kinda tight so the zipper’s pretty stiff.”

Tight? Definitely. Stiff? The zipper wasn’t the only thing. Ushijima fought down a blush as his fingertips momentarily grazed over the bare skin of your back. At the familiar sound of the whine of the zipper going up, you sighed in relief, turning to face him, “What do you think? Is it too much?”

It was too much and not enough at the same time. The dress generously outlined the contours of your body and the strapless, sweetheart neckline was the perfect mix of elegant and sexy. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the corner’s of your boyfriend’s lips curved up in the slightest, genuine compliment falling from his lips, “You look beautiful.” It was your turn to blush as you looked away, the raw sincerity in his eyes too much for you to handle. As he watched you look at yourself in the mirror, Ushijima unscrewed the cap of his water bottle and brought it to his lips, smile still present. You really did look perfect.

A small tug on his shirt sleeve pulled him out of his reverie, “Can you help me unzip?” What was left of the water in his mouth seemed to travel down the wrong pipe as Ushijima sputtered, coughing to regain his composure.

terushima yuuji

“Babe! Let’s go shopping.” Terushima flopped onto the couch, resting his head in your lap as you looked down at him, setting your book aside in favor of running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair, “Why the sudden interest in shopping now, huh, Yuuji?”

He grinned devilishly, “No reason. Now let’s go!”

Thirty minutes and a reckless car ride later, you were yanked not so graciously into one of the stores in the mall, vaguely noting that there was nothing in the store that you would wear – everything seemed so flashy and formal, “Why’re we in here? This is all formal wear.”

Terushima was in the middle of picking out things for you to wear when you asked him your question. Pausing momentarily, he turned to give you a genuine, heart stopping smile, “I’m planning something special for next week and I wanna buy you something to wear.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he pushed a pile of clothes into your arms, “So try these on for me okay? Make sure you try this one on first,” A slender finger pointed to the dress resting on the top of the pile, “Now go!”

You sighed, deciding to go along with your boyfriend’s whims, happy that he wanted to take you somewhere nice and was willing to buy you something to wear. As you closed the door to the dressing room, you held up the dress Terushima wanted you to try on first, and you grimaced.

Slipping it over your head, the first thing you noticed was how snug the material felt on your body. Taking a peek at yourself in the mirror, you raised an eyebrow, noting that it didn’t look too bad. The neckline was a bit to low and the hemline went up past your comfort zone, but it didn’t look bad.

Apparently, your silence made Terushima anxious as he bounced his leg in his seat. It was true he’d never seen you in anything form fitting before, so he’d purposely given you a tight dress to try on first, but suddenly he felt bad. Had he made you uncomfortable? That was the last thing he wanted. He heard the lock unclick before he could think any more of it.

The sight of you in that black little number had him coughing and stuttering all over the place; he expected you to look good but you completely blew him out of the water when you stepped out of the room. You took his reaction as a negative one and immediately asked, “Do you not like it?”

He couldn’t deny you faster. He shot up from his chair, heat rising to his cheeks at his embarrassing reaction, “No, no, no! I love it! You look…you look really…hot.” You laughed, mirth rising to your eyes; Terushima rarely ever blushed, and to see him such as such a mess over a simple thing like a dress was strangely satisfying, “So I guess we’re buying this one?”

The blonde nodded vigorously before adding meekly, “Do you need any help taking it off?”

Title:Drunken Confessions
Fandom: The Avengers: Age of Ultron
Character(s): Reader, Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Steve, Sam and Vision
Warning(s): Alcohol, swearing maybe
Requested by: Anon-Hi¡ :3 Can you please write a story where Pietro and the reader (and Wanda,and the new avengers) are going to a pub, and they drinking… too much xD And then drunk!Pietro admits he’s always had feelings for her. And lots of fluff in the end?
A/N: Hope ya like it.

You and the new Avengers went to a pub for a night out, it was Steve’s idea, apparently everyone needed a night to let loose, have fun and relax, because of the intense training you all had been gong through. 

You wore a light blue strapless, sweetheart neckline party dress, that went half down your thighs and hugged your body tightly, you wore matching light blue heels that had light blue lace and bows on the top, Wanda had curled your hair and Natasha had put make up on for you, seeing as the two of them got dressed in your room with you.

The whole reason the three of you had gotten ready together was because you told them that you want to catch someone’s eyes tonight, you hadn’t told them who it was. 

So here you were, sat in a booth with the other’s drinking a lot of alcohol,the table it’s self was full of empty glasses and six very drunk people sat around it, you coughed and grabbed the last shot glass full of vodka and tipped it back “t-that’s….t-that’s…$4 you owe me Nat” you hiccuped, placing the back of you hand against your mouth, to try and stifle the hiccups that were leaving your body “aww, that sucks” she responded, downing her glass of beer.

Steve on the other had was completely sober, no fault of his own, he just wasn’t much of a drinker, he was watching rather amused by his friends “[Y/N]?” Pietro slurred, stumbling a bit but managing to keep the new glasses of drink on the tray, one of the staff close behind, stifled a laughed as she took two of the trays away and over to the bar and doing so until all the empty glasses were gone and the table was ready to be filled with more. 

“Pietro” you said incoherently, due to you having a mouthful of alcohol, Pietro sat down next to you, everyone suddenly going quiet when he pressed a kiss to your cheek “I need to tell you something” he said with a smile on his face, you turned to face him “hm?” you hummed, gripping the back of the booth’s seat with your hand tightly to stop yourself from sliding to the floor.

At this point you weren’t trusting your feet or legs to keep you up right from the amount of drinks you’ve had “I-I like you” he hiccuped, picking up a glass of whiskey, the others were completely silent, watching the two of you “I like you too” you admitted, brushing a hand through your hair “no…..I mean….I have feelings for you” he said between gulps of whiskey. 

You stared at him “you have what for me?” you asked in a teasing tone, Pietro blushing slightly “I have feelings for you” he whispered, moving closer to you, Pietro placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his and you tangled your fingers in his hair, the two of you started to make out. 

“Holy fuck, she wanted to catch my brother’s eyes?” Wanda whispered to Natasha who was equally as surprised as her, Natasha pulled her phone out of her pocket and started to record it “they’ll never believe us if we don’t have proof” she muttered back to Wanda, who nodded in agreement, the rest of them suddenly feeling sober enough to form enough coherent sentences.