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It’s been 4 years since my life has changed for the better. I believe an angel had entered my life and brought the light that was never there. That angel was Jeff Atkins.
My primary school life was pure hell and I just couldn’t wait until I was going to be in 8th grade, I was hoping a change for the better. I was bullied. Been called names that I never thought existed and was shocked that these young kids at my age actually knew such things. It’s society that raised such animals but nevertheless I eventually made it in 8th grade and more than half of those people who had bullied me either left to another school or they didn’t get accepted into high school because they didn’t pass their exams.
I couldn’t have been more happier. Many would ask why hadn’t I brought the issue up to my parents ? My parents was and always will be too busy worrying about their business, they say they’re doing this for me but in the end am I really going to benefit from this ?
At 10th grade I finally decided to break the news that my parents that I was still being bullied and I couldn’t deal with the hate anymore. They were shocked and heartbroken to hear the news, their first decision was to move me to a different school and I couldn’t agree more with their choice.
I came into Liberty High in 11th grade, the school may be too far for my parents to drop me off but this time it was to benefit me. My happiness matters to them. I thought to myself that this is finally it, the fresh start I’ve been longing to have. I’ve suffered all these years and didn’t bother crying for help because I didn’t want to seem a burden. Changing schools isn’t easy.
Eventually I had became best friends with Clay Jensen and Hannah Baker. I first met Clay as they assigned him to be my buddy at school, since then we talked a lot and met after school then after meeting his ‘secret’ crush Hannah Baker. Hannah and I also had a lot in common so it was easy enough for me to become friends with her.
I was having the time of my life in 11th grade. Later that year it was announced that prom was around the corner or also known as the formal dance. I wasn’t used to any of this, especially with so many handsome boys in our school. What if it’s back to the old times where every guy agrees with the populars that I’m a pathetic loser ?
A sudden urge of confidence came through me when I looked at my reflection when I was dressed for the big night. I wore a a burgundy dress with a deep plunging neckline that fitted on my body and showed some cleavage - it was not planned to show cleavage as I’m always one to cover up - the spaghetti straps had a lace up design half way up my back and the rest of my back being bare, it had a high slit and from the waist of my dress it had a net to cover up my leg a little. I paired my dress with mid high black heels, for my make up I did a smokey eye and decided on curling my hair.
Clay had offered to pick me up that night and we go to prom together but not as dates of course. If this boy doesn’t make a move tonight then sure as hell I’ll make him. We both walked in arm-in-arm earning stares from everyone and I mean literally everyone. It’s the dress but more especially for the jocks it was the cleavage. They can see all they want but they can’t touch unless my soulmate decides to change my mind.
It was time for a slow dance. I still had no date and was okay with that, what would make me happier tonight is seeing Clay and Hannah together. I sat with her on the bleachers urging her to go dance with Clay and also giving her light shove, we spotted Clay with a handsome someone. Who is that guy and why hasn’t Clay introduced us yet ? I need to have a serious talk with him.
“Who’s that with him ?” I asked Hannah as we walked down the bleachers towards them. “That’s Jeff Atkins, Clay tutors him and well I guess they’re friends” she smiled and looked back at me. “Damn he’s cute no lie” I said as I paid more attention to his facial details. Can one ever be more perfect ? “I’m with you on that one” she giggled. We now stood in front of them. “Hey Helmet” she said first. “Hey Hannah…you look beautiful” Clay replied. “You do too” she giggled. “May I have this dance ?” Clay asked her and extended his arm for her to link with his which she gladly did.
As they walked off hand-in-hand and started slow dancing, “Aww they’re so cute ! I’m so glad they finally got together” I cooed. “I could say the same, I’ve been his wingman for a long time now and he finally got out of that shell of his” Jeff said beside me. That was when we first met, ever since then we had been inseparable. We started taking everyday, flirting from time to time and not long had Jeff asked me to be his girlfriend which I with no doubt said yes.
As much as I was scared to be in my first relationship and that too with Jeff, I trusted him with all my life that he wouldn’t hurt me and he’s there every step of the way as I’m always there for him.
A year later we both graduated. The year after graduation we were in our first year of university and which Jeff had asked me to marry him. Later that year when we had gotten married, 5 months after marriage I found out I was pregnant. We were both ecstatic to hear this, our families seemed to be more excited then us. When Jeff got along with my baby siblings when he first met them, I knew then that I made the right choice of marrying him and trusting him with my life.
It was a gloomy Saturday morning, my favourite kind of weather. I was surprised that I woke up for once without being disturbed by our baby Sophia. I looked beside to see no Jeff and no baby, I almost had a mini heart attack until I see Jeff walking into our room feeding her. He wrapped her up all warm and cuddly whilst he just decided to be shirtless. I smiled at them and got up to give them both a kiss. One on each of Sophia’s cheek and Jeff being the eager one to connect our lips.
The sparks go off and butterflies flew all around, it was always this feeling whenever I was with him. I stood on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, just as it was getting heated, my lips left his. “You can’t play me like that” he whined. “Well I just did. Know that you’re the best dad in the world and also the worlds best husband, not forgetting the sexiest” I said and giving him one last peck before walking into the en-suite. “I’m glad that ass is all mine” he said. I turned back to see him smirk “Always will be” I said and gave myself a small spank on my butt. I love this dork.
- Well, that was unexpected! But cute. Definitely cute.
- You’re dressed like a 5 year old.
- Cute tho.
- You’re 30.
- But I look lovely!
- The last time you wore something like this was 5 years ago?????
- Oh age is just a num-
- This was your aesthetic 5 years ago?????
I’m still putting this up here because I mean, this is cute. I look like I should be in a Ghibli film! I think there’s something about heels with knee socks that takes any outfit right into EGL territory, and it’s been a long while since I’ve done that. These Bait Footwear oxfords from Unique Vintage are hands down the comfiest heels I’ve worn though. Highly recommend, 10/10. And how adorable is that brolly? This was an unexpected way to put together all the elements of this outfit, a lot more costume-y than I go for these days, but then no one ever died of a bit of over the top cuteness so *shrugface*
Summary: Bucky doesn’t want to attend to his own birthday party, but reader has her own methods to convince him to do so.
Warnings: public teasing, going commando, slight slapping, public sex (?), unprotected sex, intake of alcohol.
Author’s Note: I saw the gif and the idea immediately popped up in my head. It was actually going to be a Sebastian fanfiction, but when I started writing it, I accidentally made it into a Bucky one. And I stuck with it.
If there ever was a photoshoot beset with obstacles. Look at me, I even got hold of a prop and DIY’ed it - that’s serious bloggery effort there. I was, however, interrupted three quarters of the way through the shoot by the unexpected arrival of monsoon. Quite dramatic, as you can see! I’m not complaining though because I could never complain about monsoon, rain baby after all.
The pin up dress, bloodred lips and heels are rather unlike me mostly because I don’t really dress up anymore. I’m quite settled in my baggy, comfy, minimal (well, by my standards!) routine and I’m getting to a point where I just prioritize comfort without thinking. I never quite gravitated towards pin up style despite its popularity in the plus size world - an aesthetic that relies so stringently on a rigid interpretation of beauty just isn’t my thing. (I expanded on this and related themes in my recent Rookie piece, btw, if you want to go read it!) Fashion loses all its appeal for me the moment I can’t play around with it anymore, and pin up style doesn’t really give you much room for that. So when I do play with it, it’s in an isolated instance like yesterday.
Donning a shapely, feminine dress such as this one from Voodoo Vixen suffices in turning around my usual messy haired look instantly. I don’t need much else to complete the illusion - a bit of Ruby Woo on my lips, a velvet bow, and a pair of vintage heels - that’s all it takes to transform me into an unlikely, rather hairy pinup. Some things are sacred, you know? Nothing touches my body hair, and I mean nothing. There’s years of laziness and simply not caring that I’ve put into my pits and elsewhere, and I shall not be shaved without a fight, nuh-uh.
I can’t explain how bored and distressed I am by fashion right now. This whole ‘noughties revival’ thing that’s going on brings into sharp focus exactly how bad it was the first time around, and those memories are fresh wounds in my mind. God I’m old. It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, and I’m spending it away from my gobesh yet again, so here are some photos of me looking wistful in an entirely remixed outfit.
ASOS dress from last summer // Ancient ASOS velvet bow // Catarzi ear hat // Thrifted heels // MAC Ruby Woo
“Where the Hell is he?" Ciel huffed impatiently as he stood on a sidewalk in downtown Tokyo, Roughly around mid-night.
His long high heeled boots clicking underneath black jeans, He looked at his watch as he paced staring at his watch as he muttered things like ” He’s going to be late" or “ God dammit where is he?”. His blue shirt bunching up but luckily hidden underneath the black leather jacket he wore as he pulled his knit hat over his right eye, Hiding it to anyone who might walk next to him, He stared at his watch again. He’s going to be late..why do we always have to meet here?? He thought impatiently as he pulled out a wrinkled napkin from his pocket.
It looked like it came from a coffee shop, It had a beautifully written date and time on it,it was sighed at the bottom with an S and it made Ciel groan all the more.
He hated this. He didn’t want to seem petty-which he knew he was acting like and thinking like, but he’s a demon, what did you expect?- But he loathed meeting Sebastian like this.
He understood Sebastian enjoyed his contracts but even theirs didn’t last this long, Unlike this one.,,, Shiori Genpo..or as Ciel called her while he was without Sebastian.
She had her Sebastian which was also his Sebastian and he hated the woman for it, knowing Sebastian would never leave him but doubt was always with Ciel and he didn’t like the feeling, He always worried, but he missed him terribly.
But he shouldn’t focus on that, He and Sebastian had only one night every month to each other, He needs to focus on that.. He shifted uncomfortably as he saw lower-life’s began to roam the streets while he stood still, Looking more like a prettied up boy as he waited by the corner for his mate. He suddenly thought and began to wonder if he looked like a prostitute and he chuckled at this thought a little, How odd that would be if Sebastian ever did stumble to the corner and Ciel was selling himself, and he began to giggle a bit at those thoughts.
I must apologize for the picspam, but I’m very terribly much in love with this dress! I tend to shy away from colours and cuts I know to be ‘flattering’ because I’m contrary like that, but when House of Fraser offered to gift me an evening dress from their Viviana range, I thought that maybe I could wear something age appropriate for a change. (Also I don’t really own ANY evening dresses which is a bit of an oversight mibby)
Anyway, I’m very glad I did because this is beautiful and amazing and I will love this dress forever. The Viviana range goes up to a UK24 and has lots of very Christmas appropriate dresses, even though this one in particular - the Adeke Dress - has my ❤❤❤
With regard to sizing, I feel this fits pretty true to size as the 14 fit me perfectly. However, if you’re used to a more relaxed fit, you could try sizing up! I did have to engage in a bout of acrobatics to get the zip all the way up - this is very much a dress you’ll want another person to zip you in if possible (the mesh around the shoulders is rather delicate.)
My rose gold bangle is also a gift, this time from Uncommon Goods - who have a wonderful section on handmade jewellery - and has an incredible history behind it. It’s also really special to me because of my own strange history with, or rather, around the periphery of jewellery. Jewellery is a huge deal in India, especially if you’re a woman. Most parents start hoarding gold jewellery the moment they know they’re having a daughter they can’t get rid of, even though dowries are illegal (because nothing really is illegal in India.)
A lot of the time these days though, that hoard of gold acts as a financial safety net that you can fall back on in hard times. My parents never hoarded any gold for me, mostly because they had all the financial sense of a dented teaspoon, but also because they never really cared. And it’s always been a sore point - not because I harbour a fervent and secret desire to be traded like goods, but because I’ve lived through some very bad times with nothing saved away to make those times bearable. And so I tend to stay from jewellery of any kind, because it’s a reminder of how little my parents cared about me.
This Uncommon Goods bangle isn’t precious by traditional Indian standards, but this alongwith the brooch my landlady gave me seems to mark the beginning of something new. Growing up maybe, shrugging off the burden of my parents’ apathy, reclaiming myself from them, and hopefully doing better when it’s my turn.
Fic: Diplomatic Relations and Intelligence Failures, pt. 9
((AKA The Lady Sif asks Maria Hill on a date. The first parts of this can be found on AO3, or here on my tumblr. Sorry it’s taking so long to finish, but I’m getting close, I promise!))
Darcy considered her mostly empty glass. “Maybe,” she said after a moment. She looked up. “I’m on a stipend.”
The bartender considered her, a faint smirk on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. Her biceps were impressive, even to Darcy, and Darcy lived with Thor. She knew some quality biceps. “Kiddo, I’d say it’s just as likely that you’re on an allowance,” the bartender said.
“I showed you my id,” Darcy pointed out, unconcerned. She bit the swizzle stick between her teeth. “That’s how I got this drink.”
“And I was pitying enough to take it.”
Darcy pointed the swizzle stick in her direction. “I am legal.”
“I know. But fun to tease.” The bartender gave her a warm grin. “Let me know if you need anything else, darling.”
Darcy arched an eyebrow. “Anything?” she asked, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
“You’re like twelve. Cute, but twelve,” the bartender said, and headed up the bar, her hips swaying with each step. Darcy watched her go, perfectly happy with the view.