this dress and those shoes!

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When Zelo thinks he ‘failed’ in aegyo which is an aegyo itself (ノಥ益ಥ)ノ

One time, Bruce was violently awakened at stupid-early o’clock (7.30am) by his cell-phone, and he was bleary and cranky and he answered it; “Ngnnghmf? Tim?”
And Tim said, “…how casual?“
Bruce, resisting the urge to smother himself with his own pillow and/or toss his phone against the wall, managed a (reasonably) coherent, “What.”
“It’s business casual Friday, Bruce! Seriously, how casual is too casual?”

so my tax refund came in and I am using a lot of it to catch up on Big-Ticket Items I Couldn’t Afford To Buy Or Replace For Years (on Monday I buy new glasses frames to replace the two-year-old ones now missing a stem and also a six month supply of contacts! gonna get a real haircut for the first time in two years! maybe a piercing!)

(last year I was supposed to replace my laptop and phone with my tax refund and have some left over for savings but then I got fired right before I filed my taxes and had to use all of my tax refund on rent and groceries while job hunting!!! so this year is extra giddy-making because I actually get to splurge on things

anyway what this also means is I’ve been planning for months to buy a new pair of Doc Martens when the government cash came in because I got mine secondhand three years ago and they no longer have tread and the sole is about half the height it once was and they are honestly a bit sad looking and have always had BRASS EYELETS which has BOTHERED ME FROM AN AESTHETIC PERSPECTIVE FOR THREE YEARS, but also, Docs are the shoes of my heart and I wear them with everything all the time

(I now have three pairs of Docs, the other two being a knee-high pair that was the best birthday gift from my parents ever and a black-damask-on-white pair my mother found for fourteen dollars at a thrift store in Kentucky; if I am not wearing Docs it is probably because it is a Formal Occasion and then I am wearing high-heeled granny boots or, even more vanishingly rare, Actual Adult Heels (my actual adult heels are almost-black beetle green platform designer shoes half a size too large I got for two dollars at my old workplace) and like maybe one day I will find the multi-strap pointed black witchy flats of my dreams)

ANYWAY ANYWAY I JUST ORDERED NEW DOCS AND I AM VERY EXCITED

I also ordered this because like, own your cliches, kid

oh damn ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜“ it’s nothing ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ™… it’s stupid ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜‚ you know those black shoesโ“ ๐Ÿ‘ž i told you it was stupid ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜ฉ i bought this black dress โšซ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘—to go with those black shoes ๐Ÿ‘ž which i forgot to pack ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ‘œ i have 6๏ธโƒฃ other pair of shoes ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘Ÿ 2๏ธโƒฃ  of which are running shoes ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ in case you’re up for a little game later ๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ and now i’m doubly screwed ๐Ÿ”ฉ๐Ÿ”ฉ because i have 2๏ธโƒฃ black dresses โšซ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘— and no black shoes ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ˜“ i know what you’re thinking ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿ’ญ “who cares what color shoes she’s wearingโ“”๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘Ÿ but believe me ๐Ÿ™‹ women ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ธ notice ๐Ÿ‘€

I just thought of a cute little Caryl fanfic!

Okay, so remember way back in the beginning of season 2 when Carol and Lori were scavenging for things in the car. Carol looks at a red dress and lays it on herself to see if it fits her, but since Lori gave her a judgmental look she put it back in the car.

Keep that in mind 😊 


Carol smiled as she watched some of the girls try on different dresses for the gathering tonight, giving them feedback on if they should wear this dress or those shoes with the outfit. They were all getting ready for the celebration tonight that Ezekiel was hosting and everyone was alive with excitement. 

After two weeks worth of funerals every day, Ezekiel had decided to end this chapter by bringing in hope and peace towards the survivors of the war. So that’s where his idea of a party came in, and everyone seemed to be excited about it. 

Everyone except her at least. 

“What are you gonna wear Carol?” Tara asked as Maggie zipped up her dress. 

“Umm, not sure yet,” Carol replied, technically not lying. “I’ll figure it out though.”

She honestly hadn’t decided whether or not to go to the party yet. The idea of it sounded great, and she knew that it would definitely help the survivors to heal from the traumas from the war. But going to the party meant dressing up, which was another way of saying that they were putting their guard down. She didn’t feel comfortable doing that just yet, but what made it worse was she was afraid of the idea of wearing a dress, for she was made to feel like she was hideous with one on, long long ago. 

She knew it was a stupid thing to believe in after all the shit Ed had said to her during their marriage. But there were some things that were harder to let go than others.

“Do you need help picking one out?” Maggie asked, jolting her out of her thoughts.

Carol plastered on a smile and shook her head. “No I’ll be fine. I’ll see you guys at the party okay?”

“You better be there!” Maggie hollered as she closed the door. 

Carol chuckled and headed towards the room she was staying in at the Kingdom. She sat down on the bed and sighed, debating whether or not she should even go to this thing. She didn’t want to disappoint the others but she just didn’t feel comfortable.

Suddenly there was a knock at her door, and she got up to open it before her eyes widened at the sight. 

It was Daryl in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved, buttoned down white shirt. He had taken a shower and had apparently let someone cut his hair as well as trim his beard. But what made her heart burst out of her chest was his shyness, looking at her through his shortened bangs. 

“Hey,” he mumbled. 

She smiled softly. “You look very handsome Daryl.”

He smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

She brought her hand up to his hair and raked her fingers through it. “Reminds me of when were at the prison.” He huffed lightly and nodded. “I didn’t realize you wanted to go tonight.”

“You ain’t goin’?”

She sighed and leaned her head against the door. “I don’t know yet… even if I wanted to there’s still the act of finding a dress that’s actually in my size.”

“Well that’s uhh… s’why I’m here,” he stammered before giving her a bag.

She didn’t even notice he was holding something, and she reached for it before looking back at him. “What is it?”

“Open it n’ find out.”

She snickered at him and took out the red fabric at the bottom of the bag. The outfit unfolded into a simple, cotton red dress with a v-cut and with no sleeves, her kind of style. She smiled at the dress and the gesture but then her brow furrowed at the familiarity of it. She felt like she had seen something before like this but she couldn’t pinpoint when. 

“Ya recognize it?” he asked.

She turned to him with a confused expression. “I… I know I’ve seen it before but…” Her eyes became wide with recognition. “The… the highway… the one with the truck that had all the clothes in it.”

He nodded. “Ya said ya liked it.”

She looked at the dress and back at him. It was that fateful day when she lost her little girl, but the worst moment of her life had not happened yet. She was out looking for supplies in the cars and she came across a red dress. She wore it in front of herself to see if she’d be able to wear it and smiled when it looked like it fit. But she saw Lori’s disapproving gaze and quietly shoved it back in the car. 

“Ed never let me wear things like that,” she had said.

Lori patted her on the back in comfort but Carol still sensed that she’d be frowned at if she took it, so she left the dress in the car.

“How long did you have this?” she asked, still in shock.

He nipped at his thumb nail. “Didn’t grab it that day. But when we were livin’ in the prison I came back and got it… wanted to give ya somethin’ nice but… didn’t work out.”

“And you kept it all this time after that?”

He shook his head. “Left it there when we were attacked, had no time to grab it.” He cleared his throat. “But when Zeke said somethin’ bout this party I wanted to get it for ya so I went back with Rick… found it untouched in my old cell.”

She put her hand on her head and leaned on the side of the doorway. “Daryl, you risked your life for a dress?”

He shrugged. “Wasn’t nothin’. Got the walkers out by lighting a fire near the prison n’ they all moved that way. Gave us enough distraction.”

She looked at the dress as he spoke to her. She wanted to yell at him for being so stupid, for it was just a dress she happened to like all those years ago. But she couldn’t, for he had gone through all this trouble just to give her something she had wanted before. 

A few tears ran down her face but she smiled at him to let him know she wasn’t sad. “Thank you Daryl. This… no one’s ever done something like that for me.”

He smiled softly and nodded, ducking his head as he blushed a little. 

She took a deep breath and chuckled through her tears. “Well what am I doing? I need to try this on. Just wait here, I’ll get ready quickly.”

He nodded and she closed the door. She threw off her clothes in record time and slid on the dress before looking at herself in the mirror and smiled. It was perfect, it fit her curves nicely and only showed just enough cleavage without looking scandalous in her eyes. She ran into her bathroom and quickly put on make up and small silver hoop earrings before grabbing some random flats on her floor. She looked at herself in the mirror one more time before opening her door again.

She found him leaning on the other side of the hallway, picking at his nails, and she cleared her throat to announce that she was ready. When he looked up towards her he did a double take, and his eyes went wide as his face flushed. 

“What do you think? Right choice?” she asked nervously.

He tried to speak but he had to clear his throat and he coughed a few times nervously. “You… you look amazing.”

She chuckled nervously. “Thank you.”

He gazed up and down her body and the corner of his mouth quirked up. “I mean it, yer beautiful.”

She smiled softly and bit her lip. “That means a lot, Daryl.”

He looked down at his feet nervously and cleared his throat again. “Umm… so I was hopin’ that… since ya have a dress now that you umm… could go with me.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Like a date?”

He became flustered and his face turned red. “Yeah… if ya want.”

She smiled brightly at him and she came out of her room before resting her hand on his arm and kissing his cheek. “I’d love to be your date, Daryl.”

He smiled shyly and nodded before they both began walking down the hallway, her hand tucked under his arm. “So what would you have done if I already had a dress?”

He huffed. “I would’ve just asked ya and give ya the dress anyway.”

“Sooo it was a bribery tool.”

He bit his thumbnail and glanced at her nervously. “Maybe… s’that bother ya?”

She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked. “Not at all.”

He sighed in relief and leaned in towards her to give her a delicate kiss on her head, smiling into her hair. They made their way down the dorm and walked outside to the auditorium where the party was, and they were quickly greeted by Tara and Maggie who were hanging out just outside of the gym’s doors.

“Awe Carol you look beautiful!!” Tara gushed. 

“Thank you, you guys look amazing as well.”

“Thanks. You were taking so long we were debating whether or not we should go up to your room and make sure you were actually going,” Maggie quipped before smiling towards Daryl. “But now we see you are in great hands so we’re going to leave you guys alone and find the virgin fruit punch… aren’t we Tara!”

“Ugh, fine!” Tara growled, disappointed she couldn’t stare at the spectacle that was Daryl and Carol. “You better watch out though Daryl. Carol looks very hot in that dress, so you might have to fight off the vultures who want to have a go at her.”

“Tara,” Carol sighed. 

“See y’all in a few minutes, but take as much time as you like on the way down,” Tara quipped before being dragged by Maggie through the doorway.

Carol chuckled at that but tensed slightly when she felt Daryl’s hand grab hers, almost defensively. She turned to see his face laced with concern, staring through the doorway like there was a threat on the other side. 

She couldn’t help but smile when she realized he was jealous after what Tara said. “Daryl?” 

That seemed to have clicked him out of his mood, and he looked down towards her before following her eyes to his hand locked onto hers. Then he met her gaze again, shock and nerves present in his eyes as though he was about to get rejected. But she simply smiled and interlaced their fingers before giving his hand a squeeze, and she saw the tension leaving his body as he smiled shyly towards her. 

But before they walked through the doorway she quipped, “You know, if I knew this would happen, I would’ve asked Tara to tease you a long time ago.”

He chuckled and looked down at his feet as he blushed. “Stop.”

Swagger

Request: “ Hey could you do an imagine Draco Malfoy asking you to the yule ball and loosing all his usual swagger when he gets super nervous “ 

AH I’m so excited to make this I hope I make you proud!!!

Y/H/N= Your house name

Y/f/n= Your friend’s name

535 Words


The Yule Ball, Sparkly dress robes, thick hair,  and don’t forget those dangerously sharp pointed shoes that could literally make you lose an eye... Well as you may have guessed, dances are just not really my thing.

I mean the gross sweaty bodies, weird tasting foods, horny teenagers, boys…

Okay, so, maybe part of it is because nobody has asked me to be their date yet…But that doesn’t matter, I’m a strong independent woman that doesn’t need anybody!…..Right?

Wrong.


“Yyyy/nnnn….” Y/f/n groaned, waving a hand in front of my face, “This is Important! You have to help me choose what dress I need to wear!!”

She shook out her copy of ‘Witch Weekly’ that she had in her hand, it’s pages littered with red circles around certain dresses that apparently caught her eye.

“Okay, so now that I’ve gotten your attention, should I go for the green sparkled dressed or the turquoise strapless?” I simply stared at her, probably looking like a deer caught in headlights. I don’t know girl talk?? What language is she even speaking??

“Um…Turquoise? It’ll look better with your eyes?” she gave me a look as she closed her magazine, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she stared disapprovingly at me. 

“So what are you wearing to the ball?” she questioned, one eyebrow raised.

“Um…I’m not really sure I’ll be going…I’d rather not go alone…It’s not really my th-”

“Well I’d offer to take you, but I already have a thing going on with Charlie (random name idk) plus, Malfoy over there is clearly staring at you, poor lad, doesn’t even realize he’s dribbling milk down his robes.”

Immediately my face heated up as I turned my head a bit, my eyes meeting Draco’s silvery grey ones. Ducking my head down I roll my eyes at the girl I somehow call my best friend.

“Please, no way could Malfoy be staring at me. Potter must be behind me or something. You know, those two have had it in for eachtother since the beginni-” Y/f/n’s heated glare cut me off, making me turn my attention back to my plate.

“Well he’s coming over here now so better hope that Potter’s behind you or else you’ll be in for one hell of a surprise.”

My face continued to burn until I felt a light tap on my shoulder making my eyes widen. 

“Hey, um, Y/n I-I was wondering if w-we could t-talk out there. You know, like, the um, place, outside of this room, where people talk, normally.” 

A little chuckle escapes my lips as I turn to Draco, face still red.

“Yeah, let’s go talk normally out there.”

Once we are clear of all the noise and hustle and bustle of the great hall, Draco leans against the wall, his eyes fixated on his shoes.

“So why’d you want to talk Draco?”

“S-so yeah um, we have potions together, and I-I s-see you from t-time to time, you know, in potions, and, I-I was wondering, w-well, you see…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, mumbling a bunch incoherent words under his breath.

“Draco..?”

“S-sorry, I-I D-don’t really uh….I was so c-confident earlier…..Um…. Y/n….. WillyougototheballwithmeImeanyoudon’thavetoifyoudon’twanttobutitwouldbereallyniceandIwouldlikeitalot….”

“Pardon?”

He takes a deep breath and turns his head, so that now he’s staring into my eyes instead of his shoes.

“Y/n, will go to the Yule ball with me?”

Shopping and Fuck

Teddy picked me up today right after husband left for work.  He had a day planned for me.  1st we went to Roosevelt field for some shopping.  our first stop was Bebe, he bought me this skin tight red dress.  it barely covered my ass and showed lots of cleavage.  After we left the store he told me to go into the bathroom and change into just that dress nothing else.  I went and change and when i came back i could see everyone starring at me.  We continued to walk down and at once point felt under my dress and smiled as he grabbed my bare ass.  Then he said those shoes do not go with the dress and we went to neiman marcus to buy some shoes.  He sat down next to me and asked the sales me to get me a few pairs to try on.  He told me to sit and he watch the salesman help me try on about 5-6 pairs of pumps.  After the second pair teddy whispered  and told me to make  sure he get a good view they don’t make much so give him something to remember.  Teddy sat across from me and watch to make sure i spread my legs enough for him to see my bare pussy. The after teddy picked out a pair or pumps he asked the salesmen to get me a pair of these thigh high boot to try on.  He made suer the salemen got a good view while i stood up and made sure he was able to get his hand all over my thighs putting the boots on.  We left that store and i was already getting very horny.  He then took me to everything but water and started looking around to buy me a bikini.  After about 4-5 bikini he finally picked out one that did leave much to the imagination.  We left the mall and he took me down to south shore for lunch.  As we drove to the restaurant i was so horny i gave him hand job during the ride that he had to pull over on the parkway to i could finish him by sucking him off/  After he came in my mouth we drove to the restaurant.  I was an outdoor restaurant  and i think  he just wanted to show me off.  There was  nice breazze and my nipples were so hard in the dress that  everyone was looking at me.  Teddy really seem to like that,  While we were eating teddy kept reaching his hand under the table and rubbing my pussy tell me how he was going to fuck me after we finish eating.  After we left the restaurant he took me to his boat, we never left the dock.  We went right into the cabin and he took off my dress and went right for my tits.  He took off his pants and lifted me right up and on his cock.  He fucked me so hard on the table until i cam then we moved me to the bed and laid  down and i sat on his cock, i rod e his cock i=until i could feel him dump his cum into my bare pussy. i just feel onto his chest and he kissed me so deep. We laid  there for about 15-20 but i had to get home before my daughter got home form school.  He drove me home and i got home about 30 minutes before my daughter.  I LOVE SHOPPING AND FUCK

house of balloons | yoongi pt.2

Originally posted by skullhongs

a/n: this is the last part, feedback is appreciated!

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.1k

warning: swearing

PART ONE

I sat in front of her as she ate the waffle and stared at the people passing by staring at her too. Itโ€™s not every day you see a girl eating waffles at a cheap dinner in a floor-length gown and heels that probably cost more than the actual diner.

โ€œWhat?โ€ she asks looking at me.

โ€œItโ€™s funny,โ€ I begin.

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Pretty in White

LeighLoves the beautiful fit of this dress and how well the textured ribbed top compliments the pleated skirt.
Paired with a pointed heel this outfit oozes class and sophistication.

And for What occasion?
This dress would be perfect for a Summer party/BBQ or out and about on those long summer nights.

Dress- Club Monaco
Shoes- Gianvito Rossi
Sunglasses- Dior