I know Olivia says red is her color. But I think the red she had for the dress was way too close to her hair. So I did some quick edits. Conclusion, she looks amazing in almost every other color besides scarlet red.
“ahh Jemma Redgrave, she’s a fine looking big woman isn’t she? a big darling!”
“now I always think that Jemma looks like she’s being embraced by a midget wearing nail polish there” *laughter* …“she’s being embraced by Imelda Staunton”..
DAT HEIGHT GAP THO OMGGGGG! I CAN’T EVEN..
p.s ^ Notable appearance by Louise Delamere who played Colette in Holby city, who I shipped so hard with Serena I can’t explain. And yes that is Rupert Giles s h o o k e t h.
Did I mention the film also stars Charlotte Church??
*All quotes by director Craig Ferguson and some other producer dude*
I DODGED SOCIAL PLANS FOR THIS AND I REGRET NOTHING!
(Boyf Riends 16) “I found
you–in the bathroom at a formal event, crying in the bathroom over how you saw
yourself as ugly” (I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE ANON, I SEE IT AND I THINK ITS
“You know…” Jeremy smiled as
he fixed his tuxedo tie. “I never thought we’d make it here…” His eyes in awe
as he took in the chandeliers and grand, gold and champagne paisley wall
decals, this was easily the nicest place either boy had been. “Prom.”
They made it to their senior
prom, of course not without some flaw. Jeremy had missed his chance to ask
Christine, who was already going with a group of girls as they either had
passed up too many invitations or just got none. Michael, too, missed his
chance in asking anyone out. So as per usual, the friends were together again. “This
is going to be nuts…” Michael muttered to himself, and then nodded. He pinched
both sides of his bowtie and ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s make this the
best night two bros can have!” They were dateless, sure, but they survived to
see their senior prom.
Jeremy watched Michael bolt through the crowd of fancily dressed teenage
students and smiled. His best friend cleaned up pretty nice in a red suede suit
and bowtie. It wasn’t until he lost Michael on his sprint towards the pier side
ballroom that Jeremy felt a sweat start up. “MICHAEL! WA-WAIT!” He gulped
narrowing tripping over some girl’s excessively long gown. “S-sorry” He gulped,
holding up his hands defensively as her date gave Heere a look that made him
want to disappear. Squip-less Jeremy was working on the little dexterity he was
known for. He followed the herd to the ballroom, ooh’ing and awe’ing at the
dome shaped room, wall to ceiling windows giving them a perfect view of the
It wasn’t long before this
elegant ballroom turned into a massive, grinding house party. There was something
visually jarring watching formally dressed teens turn into gyrating, jittering
juveniles who were most likely looking to get a little something-something at
the end of the night. Jeremy felt himself nervously swaying side to side, off
beat, as he tried to locate safety.
His body was a small boat
lost in a sea of yachts. He was barely keeping himself up as beautiful, massive
ships swayed and moved along the endless ocean of a dance floor. “Jeremy!”
Called a beautiful red buoy in a bowtie coming to his way, he drew a small
breath of relief. He stopped swaying by the time Michael reunited with him. “They
have milkshake SHOTS” Michael beamed chugging a small glass of pure dairy
goodness down. “The music is kinda lame, what the top fuckboy hits of 2017?”
“H-Heh yeah…” Jeremy rubbed his arm a bit; usually he felt a little more ease
being around Michael. Something about the atmosphere was off putting. Maybe it
was something about the music? Or the fact they were two dateless guys. Or
perhaps how good Michael looked in his suit, clean cut, bright smile, and the
red was the same shade of Jeremy’s favorite drink.
“You ok? You look…” Michael looked Jeremy up and down, enjoying how nice he
looked in a plain black suit with a red tie. Shame his look didn’t match the
expression he wore; his delicate, wispy brown brows furrowed forming a small ‘v’
wrinkle between them. Michael wanted to iron out the worried line with his
thumb…but … “You look constipated” Jeremy internally flinched. Was it that
obvious he was uncomfortable? “We can bounce you know, prom isn’t that great,
the food looks meh at best. We can –“
“No, no!” Jeremy didn’t drag Michael out to prom just to bail. He wanted to be
here. He really did, there was just something bothering him. It had been since
they purchased the tickets and the suits together. “Actually, I think you might
be on to something.” He chuckled, looking for a good out, thankfully even when
Michael didn’t mean to he managed to give Jeremy an escape route from this boss
battle. “I’m going to hit the bathroom.”
“O-Ok Jeremy…” Michael watched as his small, lanky friend spun on his heel and
zipped through the dancing crowds. He weaseled his way through densely packed
bodies. He left a train of ‘sorrys’ and ‘excuse mes’ as he bumped and weaved to
the opposite end of the dance floor. He kept his eyes on the floor worried his
big feet would catch something, a dress or someone’s heels, and send him
careening to the floor. The last thing he needed was to fall flat on his face.
Without taking his eyes off
the floor he hurried into the bathroom and sighed. Why was this not as great as
he thought? What was throwing him off? “Come on…prom…this is fun” He glared at
his reflection in the mirror, his blue eyes focusing everything in him to bring
a pleasant feeling…that was until the door opened. He jumped at the sight of
Christine waddling in her red dress. “C-C-Chri-nn?!” Jeremy’s voice cracked so
bad the rest of her name got lost somewhere between his throat and his lips.
“Jeremy what are you doing hanging out in the girls’ bathroom? At a formal
event?” She blinked a few times, “doesn’t matter do you have a pin or something—of
course you don’t who would. UGH” She rubbed her face and groaned.
Christine turned fully and exposed her ripped lacing ribbon to her corset top. “I
have no idea how I managed to rip the STRING to the corset…I’ve been asking
around for pins or anything to keep my top from falling off…” Her voice sounded
so defeated and low, it was unlike her. “So much for prom huh…”
Jeremy bit the inside of his
cheek, he mulled over solutions for a second before glancing down at his thin,
neck tie. “Hey…” He slowly undid his tie and folded it in half length wise. “You
think this might work?”
Willing to try Jeremy positioned himself by the sinks while Christine stood in
front of him with her back to him. He started threading the tie like a new
string, lacing her back up with care.
“I saw Michael out there, he looks really neat. He was taking to Rich.” She
giggled, “did you come here with Michael ?”
“Yup, just bros flying solo.” Jeremy muttered, he was more than aware how nice
Michael cleaned up for prom. “I’m surprised he’s having so much fun…” Prom was
more Jeremy’s idea, Michael agreed because they were both dateless…and Jeremy
was in need of some moral support tonight.
“Oh…really? I thought…” She
paused but didn’t let the thought die, much to Jeremy’s dismay. “I thought you
guys came together, you know…but it makes sense. Why not, you two are just
friends right? Must be nice to just hang with your friends.” Christine chimed
her voice back to its chipper tone. Once
Jeremy was done she spun around and paused. “You should probably get out of the
girl’s bathroom…and join us, maybe you can squeeze a little boogey-oogy- woogy
time. I might ask Michael to dance since we’re going twinsies on the red.”
“Y-Yea sure.” He watched Christine, in her newly laced dress exit. She looked
equally as amazing in red. Jeremy could picture Christine and Michael dancing
together. A perfect red pair of bubbling smiles and giggles…he felt envy build
up inside him the longer he thought about how much fun Michael was having. How
well he was blending in. The last party Jeremy was at, Michael had stowed away
and wasn’t anywhere to be seen for the longest time.
Jeremy looked over his
shoulder and felt heat build around his face. His eyes started to water when a
very old and familiar thought crossed his mind. “You look like shit.” He whispered
to himself. Just as he sniffled back the heated tears the door swung open.
“Jeremy! There you are” Michael laughed, “dude why are you in the girl’s
bathroom, by yourself? At…prom?” Michael’s smile was forced, one look and he
felt an old memory surface. Being alone in the bathroom with a sorry face?
Michael knew that feeling a little too well. “You ok? You look…well did you at
least use the bathroom?” He thumbed to one of the stalls. “Or are you planning
on using the little boy’s room?”
“I’m…” Jeremy sighed, “I’m not fine.” He admitted softly. “…this sucks.”
“This was your idea, its prom, we have no dates of course it sucks.” Michael
chuckled, “but hey we’re …in it together, right?”
“Oh yeah, that makes me feel better” Jeremy groaned, “Going to Prom with my bro
who looks ten times better than me.” Who gave Michael the right to look nice?
And why was he saying “my bro” like it was a bad thing. Why…did prom feel so
strange all of the sudden. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and slowly he
brought his eyes up to Michael’s.
“Don’t tell me you’re crying
in the bathroom because you see yourself as ugly?” He spoke softly, “Jeremy you
look great, any girl out there would be stoked to dance with you. Like man, you’re
like …suaver than 007 in Goldeneye cover! You’re like…” He started to babble
and ramble, Jeremy felt his cheeks flush a bit.
“I don’t want to dance with
anybody out there…” He kept his eyes on the tiled ground. “…I don’t know I just
do think its … we’re here together so are we really ‘dateless’?”
“a-ah..no I guess…I mean…”
Michael’s babbling was now cut short. The silence hung heavy; there was a
strange understanding happening. Michael started to realize what about prom
wasn’t jiving well with Jeremy. Neither knew how to say it, how to cross that
line of verbalizing that feeling. Suddenly the blasting bass sounds died into a
slow, ancient ballad. “Heh Whitney…”
“Bet everyone on the dance floor is screaming the lyrics out..” Jeremy added,
it was a slow dance song. He looked back at Michael after staring off towards
the door and noticed there was a clammy, shaky hand outstretched towards him.
Michael didn’t say a word, nor did Jeremy. He kept staring at the hand as the
song ticked by. Slowly Jeremy placed his hand in Michael’s, after waiting so
long he flinched before grasping his hand.
Michael wasn’t sure how to
hold Jeremy…his heart made it hard to keep beat with the song. They settled on
awkwardly holding each other’s waist and swaying back and forth.
“I’m glad.” Jeremy spoke up,
“I’m glad I’m here with my favorite person…” He kept his head down, his face
redder than Michael’s suit.
Jeremy might have said this
before but it sounded so much more…than before. No this was different this was…Instead
of saying the millions of things he could have said Michael opened his mouth
and started to sing, off key, “…I don’t have to look, very much further. I don’t
wanna have to go where you don’t followwww”
“Oh jeez, Michael, I’m trying to say like…” This was what he was missing, the
worries slid away from him. A truly genuine smile formed on Jeremy’s nervous
and slightly sweaty face. He didn’t want to be dateless at prom, he didn’t want
to be here with his bro…He wanted to be here with Michael. Jeremy couldn’t get
another word past Michael who was belting every note as if to drown out the
giddiness. “God, Michael…” Jeremy cautiously leaned into Michael’s chest and
resorted to hugging him as they swayed to the Whitney Houston song in the
middle of the girl’s bathroom.
Slowly, Michael’s arms
wrapped around Jeremy’s small frame and locked him into a tight hug.
okay. fuck. so, i had to dig into the depths of my old blog to recover this, but here it is. that stupid fucking kara/diana one-shot i scribbled down after i saw batman v superman for the first time. it’s been collecting dust in my drafts for over a year. i totally planned to edit it and at least try to fix it before i posted it, because there’s literally no plot, and it doesn’t even have a title, but… there’s… literally nothing i can do with it. it’s beyond saving.
Hi could I make a request, with Bucky and reader, where reader really likes Bucky, but she’s really self loathing, and doesn’t think she’s good enough for him, and tony throws one of his party’s, she’s gets dressed up, but she’s Bucky with another girl, and leaves the party, but what she doesn’t know is Bucky likes her and wasn’t even listening to the girl, he sees her run and goes after her and confesses and it’s all really fluffy ending of that makes any sense 🤗
Warnings: Swearing, Self-Hate,
A/N: This took so long to write because my Dog wanted my attention so who was I to say no? Plus I had to study for finals :p any who I hope everybody enjoys!!!! <3
It wasn’t anything new. You hated looking in mirrors. Your reflection would show just what you wanted to forget about yourself. As a kid you had your fair share of bullies and not the greatest of friends at times…. Than you grew up and started working for the Avengers, you were excited to work for them and befriend them, that is until you actually met everybody. All of the Avengers were extremely attractive, and Wanda and Natasha, they are great friends but theywere drop dead gorgeous, and you just couldn’t see anything in yourself.
You groaned it was only 5 AM and your thoughts were already like this. You rolled out of bed giving up on the idea of sleep. Your feet hit the cold floor, “Hmm nobody should be awake yet.” you say walking to your door and sneaking out. Not that you would get introuble or anything, but your hair was a mess, you didn’t have any makeup on yet, and your attire was shorts and a tanktop you looked like crap, but you really wanted to get your day started.
When you got to the kitchen you started a pot of coffee and grabbed some bread to make some toast. That is until you heard two voices coming towards you, you quickly ducked behind the counter and hid. Yes this as childish but once you heart who the voice was, you were grateful for the cover.
“Steve, I don’t want to go to one of Stark’s parties, I never have any fun at those things.” Bucky groans. “Come on Buck, just this once?” Steve asks despirtely. You knew Steve had been trying to get Bucky to open up and become more social. It was apart of the “healing” process. SO Steve was trying to get the old Bucky to come out of him. “Fine but no trying to set me up or anything like that I mean what if_ Wait why is the coffee machine on?” Bucky asks. You curse yourself for not turning it off, you decided to get up even though you didn’t want to. Once you poped up Steve and Bucky both jumped.
“Hey guys sorry.” you say not even looking at them, you knew you looked like crap, and just Bucky seeing you like this made you feel even more insecure about yourself.
“God, what were you doing over there?” Steve asks. You shrugged “I didn’t know who was coming.” you state still not looking up at them. “So you hid?” Bucky says chuckling a little, you felt your face heat up. ‘Stupid’ you thought. Little did you know that Bucky thought it was adorable.
“Well_um_ I’m going to go.” you say practically running out of there. When you got into your room you saw a glimpse of your reflection, “Great, I looked like shit.” you say falling onto your bed. You had gained a major crush on Bucky, but why would he ever like you back? Especially when he could have girls like Natasha and Wanda, you had seen the girls that would throw themselves at the boys. So why would Bucky ever want to choose you?
2 hours later. After getting yourself at least decent. You walked into the gym where the team was training. You hated going to the gym with the entire team. But_ everybody had invited you time and time again. Plus you got to see Bucky working out, so you started coming regularly, you never stayed as long as the team and you mainly stayed out of everybodies way. You looked over to see Bucky sparing with Sam, you couldn’t help but stare as Bucky all but destroyed Sam.
“You know you could take a picture it would last longer.” Natasha says smirking, you looked down than walked over to the weights, “I don’t know what your talking about.” you say shyly. “If I have to watch you pine over a certain Super Soldier for one more day than I am going to scream. Why not just go for it?” Natasha asks, you had to hold back your scoff, of course she would say that, you loved Natasha but she was so confident and beautiful of course she didn’t have to deal with insecurites. “Why would he go out with me?” you ask in practically a whisper (instead of starting a fight that you knew would blow up in your face.)
“I say you just need to go for it Y/n, I mean what’s the worse that could happen?” Natasha asks and smiles. “He could hear me.” you say and Natasha giggles, “Look, you might be suprised about Barnes. Ok.” Natasha says and you nodded “Just come to the party tonight, and come all dolled up okay!” Natasha says, you normally didn’t go tot the parties, you didn’t see any point in them, it’s not like you really would have anything to do there, and the girls that Stark invited were like models, you didn’t want to be pictured up with them. “FIne I’ll come. But only for a little.” you say shrugging your arms. “Well since your coming, how about you come shopping with me and Wanda later on today?” Nat asks smiling at you. You wanted to say no but you knew Natasha only meant well so you nodded in agreement.
5 hours later: You were at the store with Nat and Wanda looking through the hundreds of dresses that were in display before you.
“So? I heard that Bucky Barnes was going to be attending the party tonight.” Wanda says slowly peaking over at you for a reaction which you gladly didn’t give to her. “Yeah, I heard Steve and him talking about it this morning.” you say pulling out a blue strapless dress, you knew Natasha or Wanda would could pull this off but you weren’t too confident in your own appearance in this. “I love that dress Y/n, you should go try it on!” Wanda squeals in excitment, you nodded and decided it wouldn’t hurt just trying it on.
As you made your way to the dressing room you saw Nat and Wanda still looking at dresses. You sighed and went into the chaning room, slipping out of your everyday clothes you didn’t look in the mirror, before putting the dress on. You didn’t look half bad. “Hey Y/n don’t come out yet me and Nat want to get changed than we’ll all see each other in the dresses.” Wanda says excited, you giggled knowing you did this as a teenager with your friends. You waited until the two were ready than stepped out. Wanda had grabbed a beautiful red dress, she looked amazing in it, than your eyes roamed over to Natasha, who as luck would have it was in the same dress you were wearing. “Oh! I didn’t see you grab this dress Y/n here you can have it.” Nat said smiling at you. “Oh no! You can have it. It looks much better on you than it does on me.” you say nodding, which wasn’t a lie it seemed the dress you thought looked alright on you looked perfect on her. Of course. “I think I already have a dress at home that I could wear, than I won’t have to spend money.” you say smiling trying to get the two girls to stop looking at you in confusion. By the end of the shopping trip Nat had gotten the dress after you persuaded her to, and Wanda had tried on 3 different dresses before deciding on one, and you went home empty handed.
5 hours later. Yes you had taken 2 hours to get ready but you felt a little more confident than usual. You had done your make up and it ended up looking really good, you wore a beautiful black dress that you had been saving for a special ocasion. “Well this is as good as it gets.” you say smiling, the party started 10 minutes ago, that’s when your phone went off
Nat: ‘Y/n where are you? You said you would come.’ Y/n: ‘I just finished getting ready. I’ll be down in a minute.’
You text back checking on your appearance one more time before making your way to the elvator. “You can do this, I mean maybe Bucky won’t even be there.” you say stepping into the elevator.
When you got to the party you instantly became extremely insecure, and would have probably turned around if it hadn’t been for Nat seeing you, “Y/n! Come over here!” Nat yelled our waving you over. You made your way over not looking up at anybody as you made your way to Natasha and Wanda.
“Hey Y/n! You look amazing, any special reason?” Wanda asks an eyebrow raised. You felt your cheeks heat up than looked up and around for a certain somebody.
And that’s when you saw it. Bucky was standing next to another girl. She was blonde and very thin. She was wearing a tight black dress and was standing so close to Bucky that you probably could barley fit a peice of paper there. You felt your eyes sting. No Bucky wasn’t your boyfriend, and no he probably had no clue that you even liked him. But it still hurt.
“um_ I’m actually not feeling well.” you say smiling at the girls, “So I think I’m going to head back up.” and before anybody could stop you, you were gone. .
At the gym: I had been sparring with Sam when Y/n had walked in. I was trying to stay focused while I saw Nat go over and start talking with her. While I was watching them walk over to the weights Sam knocked me down.
“You weren’t paying attention.” Sam frowned then looked around, “oh I see why Y/n came to the gym today.” Sam chuckles. I had gained a crush on Y/n after she was hired. She was always so understanding and amazing, but I never had the guts to ask her out or anything because_ well I’m just not the same man I used to be, and who would want to be with a guy like me? “Shut up birdbrain.” I mummble back checking to make sure Y/n hadn’t seen me get knocked over by Sam she hadn’t and I was glad. Soon after Y/n left the gym Nat came over to me. “Hey Barnes, you’re coming to the party tonight right?” Nat asks smirking at me. I nodded. “But I probably won’t stay for very long.” I said, I never liked Stark’s parties, it just didn’t seem right to be with so many people I didn’t know or care about I would usually go and join during the cool down or after party that only the Avengers were ever at. “Good I’ll see you there than.” Nat says before skipping out.
At lunch: “Where are the girls?” I asked, Y/n, Wanda, and Nat seemed to be missing. “Oh they went dress shopping for the party tonight.” Clint says sitting down with his sandwich. “Y/n is going?” I ask and Clint nods, before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Yeah, Nat was telling me that she had convinced her in the gym to come to the party.” Tony says sitting next to Bruce who was eating his own lunch while reading something off of his phone. “Why? Hmm Barnes?” Sam asks smirking at me. “No reason just wanted to know.” I mumble before Steve walks in with a smile on his face. “Hey guy’s how’s everything going?” he asks sitting down next to me.
At the Party:
I had walked in with Steve who liked to be on time to anything and everything. “Hey Steve!” Sharon yelled out Steve nodded and walked over to talk to her. “This is my friend Abby, the one I was telling you about.”
“oh well this is Bucky, my friend.” Steve said, I scowled at him I knew he would do this even if I had begged for him not to. He was trying to get the old Bucky back, and I tried for his sake also but the flirting part wasn’t coming to me at all, and it didn’t help that I liked someone at the moment who I didn’t know how to approach.
“Hi I’m Abby.” the blonde said smiling a little too wide. “Bucky.” I said nodding. Soon Steve and Sharon left, leaving me and Abby alone.
“So what’s it like working as an Avenger?” she asks stepping closer to me. I awkwardly stepped away, “It’s good i guess.” The night carried on like this where Abby would try to “flirt” with me and I didn’t know what to do, overall I was uncomfortable, and wanted the night to end.
And that’s when Y/n walked in, she wore a black dress and nude heels, her hair was done up in an updo. She looked amazing. “So what do you think?” Abby asks pulling my attention from Y/n back to her. She had stepped closer to me again. “Um What? Sorry I’m a little tired right now I think I’m going to go.” I say while Abby looked upset, I looked around and saw Sam who made eye contact with me than nodded. He walked over to Abby and asked her if she wanted to get a drink with him. “You owe me.” he mumbled before taking her over to the bar. I sighed out of relief than turned back to see Nat and Wanda but no Y/n, I looked around for Y/n but she was no where to be seen. That is until I saw her practically running towards the exit, and from what it looked like she was crying.
You got into your room and slid down the door no longer holding back the tears, “Stupid, I’m so stupid. Why would he even like me. When he could have a girl like her.” you said to yourself, taking your hair out of the updo that had taken you an hour to do. You walked over to your bathroom and saw your makeup running down your face, you took your heels off and than the dress trading it for a stained tank top and some shorts.
You than heard your door open, “Y/n?” you heard Bucky’s voice fill your room. “Hey Y/n you in here?” he asks and you felt yourself panicking as you heard his footsteps get closer. You turned around so your weren’t facing the door, when he got there. “Hey. Are you okay Y/n?” he asks, and you held back your sob. “Yeah Buck I’m fine you should go back to the party.” you say holding the tears back. “Y/n look at me.” he said and you slowly obeyed. You hated that you looked like this but he was already taken so what was the point of caring about what you looked like infront of him now?
“See I knew you weren’t okay.” he says softly, “what up?”
“I just_ you know what it’s nothing.” you say turning around again, but before you could Bucky had grabbed your shoulder stopping you from turning around. “You can talk to me.” Bucky says nodding,
“No Bucky I can’t. Okay. You wouldn’t understand.” you sob, “I don’t like the way I look, I think I’m ugly, and for some odd reason whenever I’m with you those insecurities become more of a reality to me. Because I really like you, and I tried tonight to push past that but than I saw you with the blonde girl that was all over you and_” you stopped talking once you realized that you had just exploded about everything with Bucky standing right there. “Wait are you saying that your_ no y/n, Abby she_ Abby was just one of Steve’s stupid set ups that I didn’t want. Ok listne to me. I like you, alot.” you look up at Bucky than shake your head. “Bucky don’t play with me.” you say sternly. “Y/n I’m not okay. The reason I never acted upon my feelings were because well I thought you would never like me because of my_ well my past and my arm.” Bucky says softly. You stood there in shock. He thought you wouldn’t accept him?
“Y/n, you are not ugly, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are. I mean I wasn’t paying any attention to Abby once you walked in.” Bucky says taking your face into his hands. “Y/n out of all of the girls I know, you are the most prettiest, beautiful, amazing girl.” Bucky says leaning his forehead onto yours, “I don’t believe you.” you say wanting to push away but not being able to. Bucky shook his head than chuckled to himself, you had a tear running down your face and he pushed it away with his thumb. He than leaned down and kissed your lips softly. He than moved to wher you could feel his hot breath on your ear, “Now do you believe me?” he asks smiling.