I imagine walking in a summer dress with open toe sandals prancing around like a princess. The breeze hits my face right. My nails are painted with red varnish. The sky is the bluest of blues. And I’m in love. With the world. You. The stillness of the Hudson River is calming as we watch ferries go down, down, down. Twirling around, prancing with joy. Teasing you with child - like antics. The wait was worth it. The pain although apparently didn’t compare to the joy that was coming.
Summary: Hunters weren’t the best kind of company to be
in most of the time. || supernatural au || bucky barnes x reader, ft. steve
Warnings: barnes doesn’t have a filter, smol!steeb, language, i think that’s it for now
Notes: Kudos to the amazing @retroasgardian for looking over my shitty writing. I hope you guys enjoy this! And yes, there is a reason that Steve is tiny lmao. Length of this chapter is a little over 1200 words. This fic is gonna be a sloooooow burn between Buck and the reader. Feedback is greatly appreciated! If you’d like to be removed/added to the tag list, let me know!!
Oh June. You’ve been bad news ever since you arrived. But yesterday evening at the park was a welcome change, in on again-off again showers and the company of old friends and new. I’d been wanting to wear this ASOS dress ever since it arrived, along with my new sandals which I eventually drenched in a puddle. Mostly, I’m relieved that Bangalore seems to have gotten it’s weather back, at least for a while.
It’s been years beyond count since I’ve bought clothes in India. I gave up sometime in 2009, mostly because I was tired of being constantly disappointed and excluded. There are more plus size clothing options in India these days, especially online, but it’s still rare that I can find something that fits my style and budget. This dress was an unexpected surprise, even more so because I found it at the local mall while shopping for my sister. It takes a lot to overcome memories of feeling oversized and out of place while dredging through racks of tiny dresses and tops, but I’m glad I did it this once because this dress fulfills all my boho fashion dreams for summer. The bag is also a local buy from eBay India, and while it took a bit of TLC (oiling and polishing) before I could use it, I’m super happy with how it turned out.
Things have been back to normal with Sebastian and you’ve been
counting your damn blessings. It’s his Friday night to cook so you’re sitting
at his kitchen table while some random foreign movie you’d picked from his
collection plays in the other room just loud enough to be heard. You’re sitting
in a comfortable silence, but there’s a set to his shoulders that you’ve come
to learn means there’s something on his mind. You want desperately to ask him
about it, but you’re so afraid to break this beautifully domestic routine you
two have slipped into that you bite your tongue.
Thankfully, you don’t have to ask. As he sets a plate down
in front of you and settles across the table from you with his own, he mutters,
“So… um, can I ask you something doll?” Why does he seem so nervous? Oh god.
My love of fashion began with vintage, a long time ago. It was always the small things, the tiny details. The fabric covered buttons, edges of meticulous stitching, plush velvet and silks that rustled when I moved. And if a lot of it was scratchy polyester too, I was still charmed by how different everything looked compared to what the early 2000s had to offer (it was that long ago!) My fondness for vintage has grown with me over the years. When I look at my wardrobe now, my most beloved pieces are still the ones dating 50, 60, 70 years ago. There’s something special about wearing a part of history on your back.
I’ve teamed up with three equally vintage loving bloggers today for this post. Joi, Sacramento, and Cynthia are all posting on the same theme, so do check out their amazing vintage outfits which I’ve totally been blown away by! I’m legendarily awkward about doing collaborations, mostly due to my scoliosis leaving me with very few spoons, and I hate letting people down! But I’m so delighted and honoured that Joi asked me to do this - if nothing else, just for that wonderful feeling of community with people halfway across the world who share a similar fashion ethos. I decided to wear a vintage Bavarian dress for this post, one which had been languishing in my closet for ages. My accessories are contemporary, but they’re secondary to the dress, which is the centrepiece. I felt like some kind of a fairy queen of summer, twirling around in Ulsoor lake as Tahireh directed and snapped away, and Antara made sure neither of us ended up in the water from too much enthusiasm. It was one of those perfect storm scenarios that produce absolute photographic perfection.
Don’t forget to visit Joi, Cynthia, and Sacramento’s blogs for their take on vintage love! The links are below for easy access.