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Prompt List of Sarcasm
  1. “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.” 
  2. “Define normal.” 
  3. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 
  4. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 
  5. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 
  6. “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 
  7. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 
  8. “And you wonder why you’re still single.” 
  9. “Remind me to kill you. Please.” 
  10. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.” 
  11. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 
  12. “Were you dropped on your head?” 
  13. “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 
  14. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 
  15. “If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 
  16. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 
  17. “If I survive, can I go home?” 
  18. “My middle finger salutes you.” 
  19. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.” 
  20. “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.” 
  21. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 
  22. “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.” 
  23. “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 
  24. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 
  25. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 
  26. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 
  27. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 
  28. “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 
  29. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 
  30. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 
  31. “I need therapy after this.” 
  32. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 
  33. “I’m not weird. I am limited edition.” 
  34. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 
  35. “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 
  36. “If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.” 
  37. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 
  38. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” 
  39. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.” 
  40. “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 
  41. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 
  42. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!” 
  43. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 
  44. “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.” 
  45. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 
  46. “The female of the species is more deadly than the male.” 
  47. “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 
  48. “She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 
  49. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 
  50. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 
  51. “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.” 
  52. “You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.” 
  53. “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.” 
  54. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 
  55. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 
  56. “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 
  57. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.” 
  58. “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.” 
  59. “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.” 
  60. “I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.” 
  61. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.” 
  62. “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.” 
  63. “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 
  64. “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 
  65. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.” 
  66. “I like you. You’re different.” 
  67. “You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.” 
  68. “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 
  69. “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 
  70. “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 
  71. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 
  72. “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 
  73. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 
  74. “I care so little, I almost passed out.” 
  75. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.” 
  76. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” 
  77. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” 
  78. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” 
  79. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 
  80. “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.” 
  81. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 
  82. “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.” 
  83. “I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.” 
  84. “You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 
  85. “Have fun being deal.” “I will.” 
  86. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 
  87. “It’s called thinking. Go with it.” 
  88. “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” 
  89. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 
  90. “I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.” 
  91. “The girl is strange no question.” 
  92. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.” 
  93. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.” 
  94. “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.” 
  95. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”
  96. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.” 
  97. “I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.” 
  98. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”
  99. “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.” 
  100. “Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.” 
  101. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” 
  102. “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?” 
  103. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.” 
  104. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 
  105. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.” 
  106. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” 
  107. “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.” 
  108. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.” 
  109. “Such big evil in such a little thing.” 
  110. “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” 
  111. “What does not kill you will likely try again.” 
  112. “Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.” 
  113. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.” 
  114. “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” 
  115. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” 
  116. “What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”
  117. “In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.” 
  118. “I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.” 
  119. “Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.” 
  120. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.” 

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Originally posted by themarvelnerd

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): the kinda language Steve would smh at

World Count: 3827

Author’s Note: I got so into this it’s not even funny. After like, two years of not doing anything on tumblr, it isn’t surprising that i write a Steve oneshot for the first time since. But on that note, I don’t only do Steve works, please feel free to request other characters and/or fandoms: masterlist - prompt list.

Preference ★ Imagine ★ One Shot ★ Drabble

[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was an asshole.
You were an asshole.
You are an asshole.

You were slightly narcissistic with an ego as big as the tower, you were very beautiful, and the last person on earth to ever be considered shy.

That made you and Tony Stark best of pals (most of the time), and you and Steve as foes (all the time). He wasn’t rude or a jerk or at all hostile, Steve was just always on edge with you. He didn’t know whether or not your jokes were jokes (you always reverted back to slitting your enemy’s throats – Steve being a righteous guy and all, he wasn’t all that optimistic with that choice), or if you really were here to save people and not for the money the government and Tony Stark paid you — eh, what can you say, it’s very, very good money.

Humble was also not on your list of qualities.

Bold red lips, a wide grin to showcase your pearly white teeth, and heart shaped sunglasses. That was you in your room as you blasted out music at exactly 2100 hours.

You and Steve shared a floor in the Avengers tower.

Why? It was a decision that was absolutely not your choice, but you had no problem with it. Fucking with Steve was fun.

See, Tony had a whole floor to himself, same as Bruce and Vision. Nat and Clint were right below them (Clint usually at his place with Laura, though), Sam and Scott also had their own floor, Wanda and Pietro, then last but not least, Thor either in Asgard or London with Jane – which then pretty much left you and Steve together. Peter kind of lived here during the day then and back at his apartment with May during the evenings. He was a total pest.

A knock went by unnoticed by you. But an upset looking Steve did. He stalked into your (much larger) room and paused your music. He turned and gave you a look.

You raised your brow as you paused your late night dancing. You pushed your sunglasses further down your nose to peak up at the Captain. “Captain.” You greeted, nodding your head towards the brooding soldier once. “May I help you?“ You raised your perfectly sculpted brow in questioning.

Steve took a deep breath and crossed his (also very large) arms. “Your music was too loud and I’m trying to sleep. Can’t you at least keep it down?”

You snorted. “It’s barely nine o'clock, grandpa.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m not a grandpa.” He grumbled with an offended frown. “Just turn it down, will you?”

You smirked and pushed your glasses back up. “Oh, I’m sorry, have I spangled your stars, grandpa?”

With a final narrowed stare, Steve twisted his Dorito-body around and stalked back to his room.

You chuckled and resumed to your midnight dancing with wine.

That was the first time you got on his nerves. It was also the first time you were on the receiving end of his very famous looks.

The second time you received a stupid look was during a mission - in the middle of combat, mind you. This stupid robot who called himself Ultron was trying to ruin everything, and apparently, it was up to you and the rest of the Avengers to stop him – or it. It’s not that you wanted to. it was kind of what Tony Stark paid you to do. And like hell would you pass up Tony Stark’s pay checks.

Steve trusted you now, at least. You only saved his ass, like, a hundred (three) times after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and he found out his best friend from seventy years ago was still alive. A wild ride, that year was.

Anyway, you and the team were in Sokovia fighting robots.


Fuck this shit, if the money wasn’t so good you’d drop your signature double pistols and walk the opposite direction. But one, your pistols were very delicate (silver with diamonds), and you were asked very nicely to stay by Bruce - and you could never say no to Bruce.

In hindsight, the view wasn’t so bad and I guess – I guess – that saving people felt a little good (don’t tell anybody). Sokovia was so far high into the sky that you could have sworn that you could see angels flying around in the distance – some helpful angels, huh.

The sky was beautiful, though. And so was Captain America’s ass.

You beamed at the sight and turned to Steve. “Hey, Cap?” You called out, shooting a robot.

Steve grunted in acknowledgement as he kicked another robot and decapitated it with his shield. “What?” He gave you a glance that barely lasted a second.

You shot another robot. Then another. Then another. Then you turned to him. “Nice ass.”

That was look number two.

"Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

"Yes, Ms [Y/L/N]?”

"What’s your faculty on nicknames?”

"Activated by Mr Stark, Ms.”

"Huh … so, like, what are you allowed to call me?”

"Whatever you ask, Ms [Y/L/N].”

“Right, right … how about Supreme Leader [Y/L/N]?”

"Activated,  Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”

"Huh … thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

"Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”

Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed for long. You were eating dinner with the team – something that didn’t happen often – and Steve took this time to lecture the team about a mission in a few days time. Three days, to be exact. It was located in Paris, and you were all to attend a gala crawling with HYDRA agents, mercenaries, psycho bitches, and anything else in between.

“ – so we’ll go over the plans again after dinner – ”

You groaned loudly and threw your head back. You dropped your knife loudly causing a clink made by the knife and plate. “Rogers!” You whined, “We went over this yesterday! And this morning at breakfast! And two seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinner in peace, fighting the urge to grab this fork and shove it through my eye – ” you ignore his wince, “and now again tomorrow?! If you even bring this stupid mission up again, I will resign.” You threatened. “Resign, you hear me. R. E. S. I. G. N.” Drama Queen is also in your list of qualities. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell him.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes, Sam cleared his throat, Steve still had his wince and sullen/guilty face, Clint looked bored as he played with his peas, Thor looked confused, Pietro look amused, Wanda was too busy chatting up Vision, Scott was – where was Scott? Tony had a smirk, and poor Bruce just didn’t know where to look. Peter just chewed his chicken in anticipation, looking back and forth between you and Steve for a reaction.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out soon enough. “Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].” Then the AI began repeating your every word.

Natasha’s brow shot up. “Supreme Leader? Really?”

“ – And this morning at breakfast. And – ”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“ – seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinn – ”

Steve groaned. “That’s enough, F.R.I.D.A.Y., please stop.”

“Yes, Captain.”

You rolled your eyes. “Traitorous bitch.” You mumbled.

Cue look number three.

The fourth time you received a look was when Steve was fixing a lightbulb and he suddenly found himself on the floor. He did know you guys hired people for that kind of work, right?

Anyway, you and Pietro - bored as hell and without anything to do - you both decided to race from the ground floor of the Avengers tower, to the very top – on foot – using the staircases.

And the silver asshole was absolutely not allowed to use his powers. If he did, you had every right to shoot him in the shoulder with your trusty diamond pistols and he would have to take it like a man. He promised so, himself. “Scouts Honour.” Pietro said, saluting you.

To which Wanda replied with a snort and, “What Scouts Honour?”

You were enhanced, yes, but you were tired. Not too much, just enough not to be tired after running twenty-six flights of stairs. You and Pietro both slammed into Steve’s ladder as he fixed a lightbulb.

You didn’t even bother looking back.

You could not lose this bet.

The entire time you ran, you repeated the same thing in your head over, and over again. Run, Forrest, Run! Whatever - If Pietro won, you had to massage him whenever he felt like it for an entire month. If you won, well, he had to give you a piggy back ride whenever you felt like it. Also for a month.

Steve was really upset after that. He wouldn’t look at you for a week, and when he finally did, he gave you a long lecture about racing inside the tower. “Blah, blah, blah, someone could get seriously hurt, blah, blah, blah, if I see you two race again, blah, blah, blah.”

You leant over towards Pietro who sat beside you. He was also slouched on his chair, eyes looking at the ceiling in boredom. “Are you also feeling the urge to shove your foot up his ass?”

That was look number four.

Look number five + look number six was kind of your fault.

Steve had arrived after being gone for months. He, along with Sam, had been off around the world searching high and low for James Buchanan Barnes. You wanted to go, you really did. Despite your love for annoying the living shit out of Steve, you still cared about him more than you let on. That was not your fault. How? Well, you know the whole shebang: 

Tragic back story: check. Trust issues: check. Daddy issues: check. Issues with not being able to express how you feel without wanting to physically vomit: check.

However, it was in your job description to be able to read people. You were an intelligent person. You knew a lot, you sensed a lot, you observed a lot. You just didn’t show it a lot. And without saying anything, you knew how people felt and most importantly, what they needed.

And Steve just needed his own space – Sam excluded. You were actually kind of jealous of Sam (tell anyone, and you won’t live until the next day). Sam was kind of Steve’s boyfriend (along with dear old Buck-a-roo and Tony).

So while he was gone, you kept your distance. Steve didn’t need any more on his plate, let alone more of your shit. Whenever he called the team for a report or to simply catch up, you never said anything. You had told the crew to just inform him that you were on a mission, in the gym, or off gallivanting somewhere - anywhere, really.

Steve really cared about you though, you knew that. Every time he called he’d see if you were there. And you were. You were there, right behind the monitor that projected him along with the the camera that projected the team from your end. Your face would be resting on your hand, your elbow propped the table. You actually smiled whenever he asked about you. It was cute.

Anyway, you kind of deserved look number five.

Steve had finally arrived with Bucky by his side. Sam had already said his hellos and received his welcome-home handshakes and hugs. Steve stayed behind the Quinjet for a few short minutes before hopping off and finally introducing the famous James Barnes. 

But you didn’t know that.

And neither did Scott.

You two weren’t racing – nope. You were simply just running to get to the last slice of cake in the main kitchen. In both your defence, it was the last slice of the cake Pepper brought home from Paris. Paris. You loved Paris. And apparently, Scott did, too. If that wasn’t worth running for, what the hell was?

You distinctly remember Pepper saying that it was from Paris, and that it was the best cake she’d ever tasted.

So, without looking, you barged through the team yelling bloody murder. Scott was a little behind seen as though you’d throw whatever the hell you could at him. That last slice was yours, and ramming, pushing, throwing off the building, and threatening whoever you needed to just to that slice, you would sure as hell do it.

You felt your hip slam into a corner of a table: ignored. You tripped over a step: ignored. You felt your shoulder ram into a very strong and metal-like object: ignored. You saw a couch: ignored + jumped over.

But alas, you held in your hand … the slice.

A grin erupted on your face. Poor Scoot looked crestfallen.

“Sorry, Lang. This one’s mine.” You grinned.

A clearing of the throat made you jump. What the hell did they want? 

When you looked up, you saw the entire team + Steve + The Winter Soldier.

Well, shit.

“Oh.” You trailed off. You gave Steve a sheepish smile. “Hi, Steve, good to see you again. Did I tell you I missed you? Because I did.”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop running in the tower?” Steve stared into your [Y/E/C] eyes with his blue ones.

“No. You told said to stop racing.”

Steve didn’t reply. Instead he gave you look number five.

You chuckled nervously and stalked towards them. “Sorry.” You looked to Sam and gave him a large hug despite already giving him one earlier. Your right hand still refused to let go of the platter of cake. Then you looked towards James Buchanan Barnes.

Steve cleared his throat. “Buck, meet [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. [Y/N] [Y/L/N], meet Bucky.”

Neither of you did anything. Just kinda stared at each other in thought. He tried to read you while you tried to read him.

He was lonely.

Okay, you thought. So you reached your right hand up and gestured him to take your plate. “Here you go. Nice to meet ‘cha.” 

Steve gave you another look, only, this one was different. It looked funnier – more odd and curious. A look that you had never seen before. That was look number six.

And this time, you didn’t see anyone’s reactions. You just stared at James Buchanan Barnes, while he stared at you, to the cake, then back to you again. 

Thus, a beautiful friendship was born.

Few months later,
Look number seven.

You found yourself in this position a lot, it seems. It would be two in the morning, your head in your hands and your ears perked up.

As an agent, you were trained this way. Your mind had its own mind. Every morning at exactly one o'clock your eyes would flutter open, and without a single thought, your body would move almost mechanically. You’d get up, wash your face, then throw a hoodie over your head. Afterwards, you’d find yourself sitting on the edge of you bed, head in your hands, and your ears waiting for Bucky.

After sleeping in the same floor as Steve and Bucky, Bucky’s room was right across yours. Both your doors were so close you could stand in the hall way, spread your arms, and you’d be able to touch both your door knobs.

Insomnia was something you had as a child. It came very naturally. So, as a cure, you’d take sleeping vitamins – not pills. Though it would help you fall asleep, it was up to you to keep yourself asleep. Five hours was your maximum. If your sleep was disturbed, that’s when you would wake up every day from then on unless you trained yourself otherwise all over again. That could take days, or even weeks going up to months.

So every day, it was up to you. You didn’t want Steve waking up and losing precious sleeping hours. So instead of training yourself to sleep for five hours all over again, you allowed yourself two hours of rest every night. From then on, you’d stay awake and listen for Bucky’s screams.

Then you’d find your feet silently landing on the floor and rushing towards Bucky’s room.

Here are your steps:

  1. Lightly press a pillow on Bucky’s metal arm and cover it.
  2. Sit on his arm to keep him from attacking you.
  3. Softly say his name as many times as it takes for him to wake up.
  4. Press your body harder onto his as he thrashes around.
  5. Then hug the hell out of him and cradle his head when he wakes and begins to weep.

This would have been the one hundredth time you’ve done this. Even now, you could still remember the fourth time you had done this. You had accidentally left Bucky’s door ajar.

You were observant and smart. 

You knew Steve was there.

You guessed you just took a little longer that time to wake Buck up.

You definitely saw Steve’s look then. And again, this look was kind of different. It was a funny look that you had no idea how to read.

The fact that this look was so different, to say it irritated the hell out of you was an understatement. Out of the both of you, it was meant to be you that got under his skin.

You hated feeling this way.

Nowadays, you’ve been more confused than in control.

Back then, you saw Steve, you’d feel the urge to irritate the hell out of him. But now, you’d see Steve, and suddenly, you’d feel a funny feeling in your stomach.

So, naturally, you absolutely despised him for it. Tonight – or morning – when Bucky woke up, he didn’t cry. He just asked if you were hungry. And, naturally, you had said yes. You were always hungry.

Soft music was playing. You didn’t want to wake up Steve, after all. So you stood in the kitchen of your floor and began making pop tarts. Bucky was sitting by the kitchen island while you decided to cheer him up. While the pop tarts were cooking up, you decided to change the music to pop. Then you began dancing.

You were not a dancer. Add that to your list of non-existent qualities.

You sort of just threw your hands in the air and hoped for natural rhythm to save your dignity. 

Bucky looked somewhat amused, so that was the goal accomplished.

It all came to an end when Steve cleared his throat. He stared at Bucky in a way that made all of you uncomfortable. Bucky was going to be just fine, that’s what you thought, anyway. Steve thought otherwise. Steve treated him like a broken vase.

That’s how you and Bucky got so close. 

You refused to look or listen to any of Steve’s old war stories about Buck. Thus, why you called Bucky “James”.

He wasn’t the Bucky he was in the 40’s. And he wasn’t The Winter Soldier, either. He was someone else.

Steve’s eyes bounced from you, to Bucky, then from Bucky, to you. “[Y/N], maybe now isn’t the time to – ”

“No, Steve,” Steve’s eyes snapped towards Bucky, “it’s fine.” Bucky said quietly. “She’s actually making me happy here.” 

After that, nobody talked to a while. Bucky stood from his stool and began to walk off. 

You stepped towards him, “James - ”

He shook his head. “It’s alright [Y/N], trust me. I’ll be fine tonight. I’m gonna try and go back to sleep.”

Well, that was new.

You gave Bucky a funny look but nodded. “Okay. Call if you need me.”

Bucky didn’t say anything after that. He just walked back to his room.

Your pop tarts popped out from the toaster. After that it was left untouched.

Steve cleared his throat. “[Y/N] – ” 

You shook your head. “Nope.”

Steve’s forehead frowned. “What?”

“Do you want Bucky to get over what HYDRA did to him?” You asked. You didn’t wait for him to reply. “Well, too bad so sad, he isn’t going to get over it. Bucky needs to accept it. Then he needs to be angry. Then he needs to be sad. Then after all that, he needs to forgive himself.” You said, your hands on your waist. “And you making him feel like broken glass isn’t gonna help. It’ll confine him and make him feel crazy. Treat him like a normal person, you jackass. Let him feel like a man. Not a baby.” You took a deep breath and pulled your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. You looked at your pop tarts briefly before turning around and walking away.

And you didn’t miss his look when you did. Steve had already realised he was wrong the moment his eyes fell on the toaster.

You left your pop tarts.

Look number nine:

Again, it was in the kitchen. Bucky’s nightmares were slowly fading. Whenever he woke, you’d stay until he fell back asleep. Then you’d proceed to the kitchen and rummage for food.

“Hey, Supreme Leader.” Your head snapped towards the kitchen entrance.

You gave a nod to the blond man in acknowledgement. “Captain.” You said in a mocking soldier’s tone.

You both stood in silence for a while. You didn’t mind it for a while. Your arms were preoccupied with balancing cartons and containers of food as you boldly chewed on your Lucky Charms cereal – and then the silence just got too long. Steve stared at you with a funny look. Eh, eating cereal without milk at three in the morning wasn’t all that unusual – but for some reason, you had a really big feeling the look wasn’t about the cereal. That was actually the reason why Tony always complained about all the marshmallow gone in the morning. Not your fault. Marshmallows were the best part and everyone knew that.

You squinted your eyes as you watched him watch you. A silent growl of impatience rose to your throat. You couldn’t really speak so you opted with growling.

Still no reply.

Finally, you forcefully swallowed your marshmallow and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. His look was different again. It wasn’t annoyed or of frustration. Really it just frustrated you.

You huffed. “You’re looking at me funny.”

Steve just smiled softly. “Bucky loves you.” He said from his position by the entrance of the kitchen.

You just smirked and shoved another handful of marshmallows into your mouth. “Figured that one out a long time ago, Rogers.” Your hand reached into the box once again. “What can I say, I’m good at making friends.” 

Steve chuckled silently. Then he swallowed and looked directly into your eyes. “I love you. And not the way Bucky does.”

You swallowed. The you nodded slowly. Your heart felt so full, you had no idea what to say. And so you said the first thing that popped into your head. You said what you would say, and not stupid Nicholas Sparks movies.

“I know.” You grinned. “And I may or may not feel the same.” Before he could reply, your smile wiped off as you pointed your finger at him again accusingly, “I said maybe.”

Left leg

(A/N): Still trying to get over this writer’s block you guys! So sorry for the shitty quality of my fanfics! (Also this one is hella long)

Summary: Bucky knew he had dealt damage in D.C. but he never thought he’d come face to face with that damage

Warnings: some angst, Bucky feels horrible, swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

Originally posted by rohgers

   Bucky knew he caused damage in D.C, that’s half the reason he couldn’t go back there. He knew he killed hundreds of innocent people and injured hundreds more, he knew he had fucked up lives in the worst kind of way and that was something he could barely stand to live with. He knew he destroyed the heart of America, he knew he had caused irreparable damage and that’s why he couldn’t face the facts. He couldn’t stand to go back to D.C only to find the hearts of so many people full of hate, even if he did deserve it. He couldn’t stand the thought of having to look at the damage he caused, or having to walk past the memorial site, he couldn’t stand to see all the weeping families at gravestones, holding flowers for the ones he had killed, he simply couldn’t do it. But somehow Bucky’s past always caught up to him, even if it wasn’t in the most conventional of ways. 

    He’d been out on a coffee run for all the Avengers at 7 in the morning, a time no one should even have been alive at but here he was, rubbing at his eyes as he made his way into Starbucks. Surprisingly there was one or two other people already up, most likely those who worked or were those crazy morning people (a type of person Bucky did not like whatsoever) and so Bucky had to wait in a line, begrudgingly at that. 

   “I’ll just take one black coffee, thank you,” The voice in front of him was chipper, much to his distaste. 

   “Can I get a name for that?” 

   “It’s (Y/N),” 

   “Okay, I’ll have that up for you in no time,” And with that the barista turned on her heel to go and make one boring, plain cup of coffee. This (Y/N) person turned on their heel, smacking right into Bucky’s chest with a small noise of surprise. 

   “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you there-” Their voice trembles off as they look up at Bucky, no doubt recognizing him from the many articles, tv shows, and interviews he had done in the last couple of years. 

   “Sorry,” Bucky supplied simply, giving the smaller person a tired smile. “I shouldn’t have been standing so close,” (Y/N) nods gulping slightly. 

   “It’s uh- It’s totally okay,” Their eyes seemed to be trained in on his face, looking up at him with a wide, fearful gaze. 

   “I promise I’m not as bad as the media makes me out to be,” Bucky provided with a soft chuckle, waiting for (Y/N)’s expression to soften just a bit but alas it did not, it still held that same, scared look to it as before. 

   “(Y/N), I have your coffee,” The barista waves a small cup, smiling at them softly. With an air of the utmost gratefulness (Y/N) accepted the coffee and paid before nearly rushing out the door, not even excusing their rather crude behavior and that’s when it catches Bucky’s eyes, just beneath the fabric of their sweatpants is a gleam of metal; the connecting joint of a prosthetic. 

   Bucky had ordered and taken the coffee’s back home to the tower, thoroughly confused by (Y/N). They seemed so perfectly happy one moment and the next they had lost their entire attitude, falling timid and feeble before Bucky. For gods sake it was just some random stranger he had met in a coffee shop, not someone he needed to be dwelling on but no matter how hard he tried to focus on something else other than (Y/N)’s petrified expression he simply could not. It was burned into his head- the look of sheer fear in their eyes, the way their face had drained of all color the minute they looked at him. With a displeased little growl Bucky gnawed on the lid of his coffee cup, staring at the floor intently, as though it had all the answers. 

   “What’s bothering you Barnes?” Sam asks as he walks into the communal kitchen, sweat dripping from his face as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. 


   “You’re a terrible damn liar Bucky, now what the hell is going on with you,” Bucky sighed as he chucked his cup away, folding his arms over his chest almost defensively. 

   “There was someone in the coffee shop today, they were super chipper until they turned and looked at me,” 

   “Well I’m sure your giant ass metal arm is sure to intimidate some people,” 

   “I know, I get it, but for some reason I just can’t get their face out of my head, the look of fear that appeared there as soon as they looked at me,” 

   “Maybe you remind them of someone? I’m sure there are a million logical reasons for this,” 

   “Yeah,” Bucky sighs as he bites his lip in thought. “I’m sure,” 

    Bucky didn’t sleep much that night, every time he closed his eyes he’d see that face, those eyes, that fear struck expression and surprisingly all sense of exhaustion would be wipe from his body. He tossed and turned all night, trying to sleep but eventually he found it was futile- it wasn’t going to work. With a grumble Bucky rose from his bed, stepping into the chilly air of his room to grab some clothes and his running shoes. If he wasn’t able to sleep why not work out brutally until he passed out instead? Bucky quickly got dressed, before throwing his hair up into a messy bun and running out of stark tower, into the still dark morning of New York. 

   The streets were already loud, people walking to and fro, taxis here and there, but Bucky loved it, it was such a stark contrast to his desolate life as the winter soldier, void of any life such as the bustle of New York. 

   Bucky smiled politely at an elderly woman as he made it to central park, already taking up a path to jog along. It was a little more quiet here, a little colder, but Bucky was fine with that too, he enjoyed the silent time he could run and enjoy the view- Bucky’s brows furrow as he rounds a corner, stopping when his eyes caught on a certain metal glinting in the dark of Central Park, the same glint that walked out of the coffee shop only a day prior. Perhaps if he just kept his distance, ran a safe distance away- or maybe he could change his direction of running to a whole other path? Bucky was just about to turn on his heel when the same glint shifted, along with the rest of the body attached to it. 

   “Are you stalking me now or something?” (Y/N) asks, huffing at a stray piece of sweaty hair. It had been obvious they’d been running, due to their leggings, tank top, and running shoes. A thin sheen of sweat covered most of the skin Bucky could see, almost shimmering against the dark of the park. 

   “N-No,” Bucky stuttered, feeling a bit nervous, even shy, “ I’m just running,” 

   “And you were in the coffee shop yesterday,” 

   “I was uh- I was getting drinks for my friends,” (Y/N) looks him over, their gaze still holding a bit of fear but the more Bucky talked the more that fear diminished. 

   “At 7 in the morning?”

   “They’re early birds unfortunately,” 

   “And what about you?” (Y/N) asks as they take a step towards him, their prosthetic making some clicking noises as they do. “Why are you up so early?”

   “Couldn’t sleep,” Bucky provided, shrugging a bit. “What about you?”

   “Running’s good for the leg,” (Y/N) looked him over, scrutinizing him with squinted eyes. “What’s your name?” Bucky looked at them strangely, his head cocked to the side and his brows furrowed once again. Based on their looks from yesterday he could have sworn they knew him, or at least knew of him, no one looked at him so fearfully without reasoning. 

   “I thought you already knew-” 

   “I know who you are, everyone knows who you are, I just wanna hear it coming from you,” Bucky smiled just a bit, it was small and barely there but it had happened. 

   “I’m Bucky Barnes, and you are?”

   “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). It’s nice to officially meet you Bucky,” (Y/N) glanced him over, taking in his appearance with a small smirk. “Since I think I trust you I was wondering if you’d like to go running with me, a makeup for our last little run-in,”  Bucky nodded, his smile growing a bit wider. 

  “I’d love to,” 

  “You’ll have to try to keep up, I don’t mess around Barnes,” His last name sounded fond on their tongue and it nearly made Bucky melt but before he could even dwell on it (Y/N) took off, booking it much faster than he would have imagined. With a loud exclamation of something not being fair Bucky took off after them, smiling a bit brighter than he had in a long time. 

   Bucky returned from the tower that day feeling more refreshed than he had in days, he had finally corrected his wrongs with (Y/N), he got a good run in, and he dared to think he was slowly on his way to making a new friend. With a giddy little smile Bucky grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, guzzling it down rather quickly. 

   “And what’s got you all excited this particular morning?” Nat asks as she meanders into the kitchen, already seeking out her pre training cup of tea. 

   "Who said I was excited?“ 

   "The stupid smile on your face says so. Who is it? Is it a girl? A guy?” Bucky blushed as he looked down at his water, his thumb tracing along the plastic cap. “Nat-”

    “Oh my god, it is someone, tell me all about them, I wanna know,” Bucky sighs as Nat all but drags him to the kitchen table, all but forcing him into conversing. 

    “Nat, I literally met them yesterday, we went on a run today, nothing’s happened," 

    "But you want something to happen, don’t you?" 

    "Nat, I’ve known them for a day, if that, I don’t know anything about them other than their name and number and-" 

    "They gave you their number?” Nat looks at him as she leans forward over the table, her hands clasped together in an orderly fashion.


    “Bucky, they’re totally into you! You should take them out!”

    “Nat, a day, I’ve known them for a day, plus I don’t think they like me all too much," 

    "And why not Mr. Chiseled jaw, high cheekbones and a personality of gold?" 

   "The first day we met they kinda gave me this weird look- weird is the wrong word- more like terrified,”

    “But how we’re they today?”

   "Better, I suppose,“ 

    "See? You two are getting somewhere, that’s great!” Bucky groaned, as he buries his face in his hands, his skin nearly beet red. 

   "It’s not that big of a deal Nat,“ 

    "This is one of your first encounters with someone other than an avenger in 70 years so excuse me if I seem excited Barnes,”

    “That’s it, I’m going to train,” Bucky got up with an aggravated sigh, taking another bottle with him just in case. Nat smirked as the brunette stalked away, all his tension following along with him. She’d figure out who this person was and she’d get them together with Bucky even if it was the last thing she did.

    “You’re late Barnes!” (Y/N) called out as they stretched out their legs- or leg to be exact. 

   "Sorry,“ Bucky panted in the cold air of New York, damn near freezing his ass off in the temperature. "I woke up late,” (Y/N) looked up from their deep leg stretch, Eyeing Bucky curiously.

    “You okay?”

    “Yeah,” Bucky smiled a bit, despite the cold settling into his bones. “I’m just a bit cold,” (Y/N) smiles as they stand up, stretching their arms a bit.

    “Tell you what, I’ll buy you some coffee afterwards, sound good?” Bucky nodded, his chattering teeth making his jaw click loudly. (Y/N) smiled as they settled down, their legs and arms relaxed for the time being. “Try not to slip on any ice Barnes,” (Y/N) warned before taking off, leaving Bucky behind to shiver. With a soft quirk of his lips Bucky chased after, hoping the desperate run would warm up his nearly frozen fingertips. 

    It had been nearly 3 weeks since his first encounter with (Y/N) at that coffee shop and although the two hadn’t progressed past the running buddies stage of their friendship Bucky knew that somehow they’d advance in their “friendship”. Perhaps all they needed was a bit of coffee and some time to talk…

    (Y/N) sipped calmly at their drink, making content little slurps as they happily drank the liquid and Bucky thought it was absolutely adorable. He too sipped at his drink although he couldn’t enjoy it to it’s fullest when (Y/N) sat before him, drinking their own coffee so- so- so cutely. 

    “So what does Bucky Barnes do when he isn’t training or going on missions with the famous Avengers?” (Y/N) asks as they set their cup down, much to Bucky’s displeasure. 

    “Well Bucky Barnes just so happens to really like science and art so he spends a lot of his time going to conventions and museums,” (Y/N) smiles, flushing a bit at his words.

    “So you’re kinda a geek?” Bucky chuckles as he allows the warmth of his coffee to seep into his bones, warming his chilled fingers. 

   "Yeah, I guess you could say that. But what about you? Hm? What does (Y/N) like to do in their spare time?“ (Y/N) smiles gently as they take another sip of their drink before setting it down again.

    ”(Y/N) likes to read in their spare time, writing is pretty nice too but watching classic old movies is their favorite,“ Bucky smiles at this; he knew a bit about classic movies, he’d grown up watching the classics. 

    "You should stop by the tower sometime, I’m sure Stark has every movie in existence," 

    “I also found this cool old theater on Main Street, they show old movies all the time, we should go there some time,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky as they quietly drink their coffee, their slurping noises a bit quieter than before. “There’s also a record store full of old albums, I think you’d really like it,” Bucky smiles as he leans backwards, bringing his steaming cup to his lips. 

   "That sounds really nice, I don’t have much to do with my life so most if the time I’m free,“ 

   “Really? The all star Avenger doesn’t do much with his life?” Bucky chuckles, his cheeks warming just a bit. 

   “When the avenger isn’t training or on missions he doesn’t do much with his life, sound better?” (Y/N) hums as they nod, smirking just a bit. 

   “Well, when is this particular Avenger free next?”

   “All this week actually,” 

   “Okay, how about Wednesday we can check out that record store, maybe catch a movie later on?” Bucky nods and smile, a different kind of warmth seeping in through his bones, a pleasant, soul encasing kind of warmth and goddammit Bucky loved it. 

   “I’d be glad to,” 

    Bucky couldn’t help eyeing (Y/N) with every step they took. They were checking out a number of records, flipping through each one with a fond smile upon their face. It was evident that they had put some effort into their look based on the way their outfit and hair looked which meant that they had put effort in for Bucky and damn did they look gorgeous. 

   “Are you going to look at the records or are you just going to keep eyeing me?” (Y/N) doesn’t even look away from their browsing as they smirk, their thumbs flipping each record carefully. 

   “You’re not even looking at me, how do you know-” (Y/N) turns to look at Bucky, smirking even more.

   “I’m looking at you and you’re looking at me and you have been for the last 5 minutes, I even pointed out the swing records to you and you haven’t even touched them,” Bucky blushed, his chilled cheeks dusting just a bit. The two had walked here together in the freezing air of New York and not even the peppermint flavored drink in his hands could warm him up but for some reason looking at (Y/N)’s smile did. 

   “Sorry,” Bucky murmurs as he looks to the ground, smiling sheepishly at the stained concrete. “You just look really pretty is all,” 

   “I could say the same to you Barnes, you look pretty damn good without the sweatpants,” Bucky chuckled a bit, his dust only growing redder by the second. “Now look at your records you dork, the movie starts in half an hour,” 

    Bucky’s date with (Y/N) had gone amazingly. He bought a few records and when they were done they went to the old theater and watched countless silent movies. Bucky was pretty sure it was illegal to hop from movie to movie but with (Y/N) by his side he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. In fact, the movie hopped until midnight, well past the time their first movie ended. 

   “Isn’t it illegal to do that?” Bucky had asked on the way back as he stuffed his face with a handful of leftover popcorn. 

   “Only if you get caught,” (Y/N) sent a little wink Bucky’s way and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t melt his heart a bit. “I wouldn’t recommend eating that entire bin Barnes,” (Y/N) eyes the half eaten carton of popcorn with an air of amusement. 

   “How come?” Bucky asks as he deliberately shoves more popcorn in his face, just to spite (Y/N). 

   “You’re going to be sluggish in a few hours, wouldn’t want me to beat your time in laps today, hm?” 

   “Oh my god, there is no way we’re running today, it’s nearly one and-” 

   “And you have to be up in four and a half hours to race my ass around Central Park, so put the popcorn down Barnes,” Bucky looked at (Y/N) in shock but there was no denying the small smile on his face, a smile that no one had seen in years. 

   “You little shit,” Bucky muttered as he threw the carton away, listening to it hit the bottom of the trash can noisily. (Y/N) hums smugly as they march on their merry way, only stopping when Bucky lagged behind a bit. 

   “You comin’ or what?” (Y/N) smiles at the soldier as he takes a bit to walk up to them, smiling at them just a bit. 

   “You really do look beautiful,” Bucky whispered as he looked at (Y/N), the way their eyes shined under the lights of New York, or the way their smile was best light in spite of all the dazzling billboards, or perhaps the way their hair was a mess beneath their beanie but it still looked amazing anyways. And that’s when Bucky noticed their blush, it was very slight and so light he could barely see it but it was there, he had finally gotten (Y/N) to blush. 

   “You’re such a sap,” 

   “I do come from a time where that was popular,” Bucky chuckles as they begin walking again, back towards central park, where they had originally met up. “Are you gonna let me walk you home or are you just gonna demand I stay here while you waltz away?” (Y/N) smirks as they stop in the middle of the park, looking at the somewhat still city. 

   “I think I’m just gonna waltz away for now,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky’s expression, a small chuckle falling from their lips as they do. “Maybe I’ll let you walk me back on the next date, hmm?” Bucky nods, stuffing his nearly purple hands into his pockets. 

   “I’d like that,” 

   “ ‘Course you would, you sap,” (Y/N) chuckles as they begin to walk away, stopping a few feet just ahead of Bucky however. “Don’t forget, four and a half hours,” Bucky laughs, rolling his eyes playfully. 

   “You better be buying coffee afterwards,” 

   “You know it Barnes,” And with that (Y/N) walked off, a little spring in their step due to their prosthetic. Bucky watched them for a bit, until he could barely see their dark beanie in the even darker light and then he turned on his heel with a smile, slowly making his way back to the warmth of Stark Tower. 

   “Up and at Barnes!” (Y/N) yells as the supersoldier trudges to their side, more than exhausted. 

   “How are you already so fucking happy?” Bucky mumbles as he rubs at his eyes, yawning softly as he does. 

   “I don’t need a lot of sleep unlike you Princess Aurora,” Bucky smiles just a bit, despite the exhaustion settling into his skin and bones. “I’ll buy you two coffee’s if you can catch up to me, sound good?”

   “No, no that does not sound good-” But before Bucky could interject furhter (Y/N) had already taken off, nearly flying down the sidewalk as they booked it. With a loud groan Bucky followed after them, slowly and tiredly but at least he was running. 

   “Come on Barnes!” (Y/N) shouted over their shoulder. “Hurry up! I’m the one missing a leg and I’m still running faster than you!” Bucky huffs at a piece of his hair in annoyance, the damn strand smacking against his forehead with each spring of his step. “You and that damn hair!” Bucky focused on (Y/N) to find them walking backwards, looking at Bucky with a satisfied little smirk. “I ought to chop that mane off for you,” 

   “Like I trust you with scissors near my head,” Bucky called back as huffed at the piece again, just barely managing to get to sway to the right. 

   “Oh my god Bucky, my dead grandmother runs faster than you,” Bucky growls a bit, looking back to (Y/N) with a sort of menacing glare. 

   “Oh, did I offend you?” (Y/N)’s smirk only grows with each passing word. “Well in that case- hurry your old ass up, I could run faster than you with no legs at all!” 

   “You want me to run?”

   “Yeah, that’s kinda the point here,” (Y/N) smiles nonchalantly but said smile immediately falls when the supersoldier books it towards them, running faster than he’d ever run in his life. (Y/N) squeals in surprise as they too take off rushing down the pavement in an attempt to get away from the rather menacing looking man but it was too late- Bucky snatched them up by the waist before they could even contemplate running. (Y/N) laughs and flails in Bucky’s embrace, trying to fight the man off but he was having none of that, he squeezed their waist a bit as he nuzzled an already damp forehead against their own neck (It wasn’t doing stretches with Nat, especially when he had only gotten four and a half hours of sleep). “Bucky no! that tickles!” (Y/N) screeched when the supersoldier nuzzled his scruffy face into their neck, the short whiskers tickling them more than a bit. “Put me down you fiend!” (Y/N) laughs as Bucky holds them tighter, making it impossible for escape but luckily Bucky was an understanding guy and he dropped (Y/N), immediately taking off down the path. 

   “Who’s the slow one now?” Bucky shouted over his shoulder as he ran as hard as his legs would take him. 

  “You cheater!” (Y/N) yells as they laugh from a distance, double over as they attempt to catch their breath from the brief moment of tickling. Bucky smirked as he ran around the park, only stopping once his lungs were burning and he’d most likely finished any record time of his or (Y/N)’s. With a heavy sigh Bucky dropped onto a bench, placing his cool metal hand against his burning forehead. 

    Bucky had to have been sitting there for ten minutes by the time (Y/N) came back, panting and sweating just as much as he was. 

   “You- You loser,’ They manage between gasps for air. 

   “I actually think I’m the winner,” 

   “I- hate- you,” (Y/N) pants yet again, a small smile rising to their flushed features. 

   “Would a few cups of coffee remedy that hate?” (Y/N) looks at him skeptically before nodding their head, gulping once again. “Do you need me to carry you to the store?” Bucky asks as he stands up, already feeling better after his ten minute break. 

  “Haha, you’re very funny,” 

  “No, I’m being serious, do you need me to carry you there? You aren’t looking to great,” Bucky notes the heavy rise and fall of their chest, the way their sweat dribbled down their face at an almost alarming pace. 

   “I’m fine,” (Y/N) struggles to breath, “I just haven’t ran that hard in years,” 

   “Why?” Bucky asks as he dares to snake one arm around their waist, the other grappling their arm to hook around his neck. (Y/N) didn’t object, something Bucky was glad for; it wouldn’t have been easy to carry them if they were struggling against his grasp and given how stubborn they were he wouldn’t be surprised if they did do something like that. 

   “I lost my leg 3 years back, recovery wasn’t exactly the easiest for me,” Bucky listens intently as he marches them towards the shop, only a few blocks away from the park. 

   “I understand,” Bucky wiggles his metal fingers against (Y/N)’s side. “Recovery wasn’t easy for me either,” 

   “How’d you- how’d you lose your arm? If you don’t mind me asking,” (Y/N) leans on Bucky a bit, their body using his own as a means of support. 

   “I lost it back during the war,” Bucky supplies, not wishing to go into too much detail about his horrible experience. “What about you?” 

   “My leg was crushed under a metal beam, immediately sliced it clean off,” 

   “Did it hurt?”

   “More than anything,” Bucky bites his lip, only imagining the pain (Y/N) had gone through. Bucky had been knocked out cold when he lost his arm but (Y/N)- (Y/N) had not; they were alive and conscious through it all. “The therapy is what killed me though, I thought I was going to die trying to get my new leg to start working,” Bucky looks at their leg, at the less than par piece of metal and plastic, a piece of junk compared to some of the prosthetics today. 

   “I could have Tony Stark fit you for a new leg,” Bucky murmurs quietly. “If you’d like one, maybe one that moves a little better-” 

   “I wouldn’t want to burden any of you guys like that-” 

   “Nope!” Bucky chirps as he turns them a bit, directing them no longer towards the coffee shop but rather the tall tower that belonged to Tony. “He’d love to work on a new leg for you-” 

   “Bucky, the coffee shop is the other way-” 

   “Clint can make excellent coffee,” 

   “Bucky-” But Bucky wasn’t listening anymore, he was too busy directing (Y/N) towards the tower without it looking like he was abducting them which was a struggle given that they were now trying to break away from him. 

  “Plus Nat can make really good food, it’s gonna be great, I promise,” And with that Bucky pulled (Y/N) into the tower, ignoring the weird looks from all the passerby’s on the street as they surveyed the large man hauling the smaller person into the extravagant tower. 

   “How long have you had this leg?” Tony asks as he surveys the prosthetic, completely ignoring (Y/N)’s rather awkward facial expression. It was evident that they were uncomfortable without their leg, especially in front of someone they didn’t know, and especially in front of one of the most famous people in the world. 

   “3 years,” 

   “3 years and you still have this piece of junk?” (Y/N) winces a bit, Tony’s tone suddenly taking them off guard. “You need an upgrade right away, I could get you one that locks into place, maybe one that attaches to the leg itself, maybe i could design you one like Bucky’s?” Tony gestures to Bucky’s arm, as though (Y/N) had never seen it. 

   “How long would that take?” (Y/N) asks, gnawing on their lip in thought. 

   “Maybe a week or so, not very long, although we would have to wire the leg to your thigh…you’d probably have a really nasty scar for the rest of your life,” 

  “Like me,” Bucky smiles at them gently, hoping his playful words would calm them down just a bit. 

   “Would it hurt?”

   “Not at all, we’ve found much more humane ways of surgery since Buck’s time,” Tony smiles at them, “It would be done in an hour tops,” 

   “I could be there when you woke up, if you’d like me to,” Bucky adds in, hoping his offer would entice (Y/N) to make a choice. 

   “I’d- I’d be okay with that,” (Y/N) finally smiles, an unsure, shaky thing but it was there and that’s all that mattered. 

   “Good!” Tony claps his hands, visibly excited by the news. “We can start on casting your leg right now!” Bucky and (Y/N) both smile at Tony’s excitement as he scurries about the lab, collecting his needed materials. 

   “I can help you with therapy too,” Bucky adds as he slides up beside (Y/N), standing to them closer than he had been before. “That way it’s not as unpleasant as before,” 

   “I’d really like that,” (Y/N) smiles up at Bucky as Tony grabs some drill of some sort. “But you still owe me a few cups of coffee,” Bucky laughs, nodding his head in defeat. 

   “Fine, I’ll buy you your stupid coffee,”

   “You’re the best Barnes,” (Y/N) presses a gentle kiss to the man’s cheek, sending his heart spiraling out of control, spreading a huge blush over his cheeks, and melting his heart on the spot. God- (Y/N) was going to be the death of him and oh how right he had been.  

   It was Tony’s third day of casting and he was starting to get a pretty good shape of (Y/N)’s natural leg, or at least what it once used to be. Working countless hours to create a fully functioning robotic leg wasn’t the most fun thing to do so Tony took up conversing with (Y/N), asking them little question here and there, getting a feel for them. Occasionally Bucky would join in but most of the time he sat beside (Y/N), holding their hand and smiling at them as they talked with Tony. Bucky didn’t know how it had started but suddenly one day he looked down to find (Y/N)’s fingers intertwined with his own, how long they’d been there he didn’t know that either but somehow throughout their little appointment with Tony the two would end up holding each others hand (most adorably as well). 

   “So, how’d you lose the leg?” Tony asks casually as he measures their knee and calf of their good leg, looking for proportions for the robotic leg. 

   “It was crushed by a metal beam,” 

   “Metal beam you say?”

   “I was in D.C. the day those planes came down, or whatever the hell you want to call them, well they hit the ground and unfortunately I was pinned beneath one, cut my leg clean off-” (Y/N) goes on to tell their story more but Bucky wasn’t listening, his ears had stopped working after the word D.C. 

   Bucky now knew why (Y/N) had looked so scared the day he first met them, he was the one to take away their leg, he was the reason they were sitting here now, having a robotic leg fitted for them. 

   “Bucky?” Tony asks softly, placing a gloved hand on the soldier’s knee. “Are you good?” Tony’s eyes held concern for his friend given he knew all about D.C, everyone did in fact, the records were out there for anyone to see and you can bet your bottom dollar Tony was the first one to get his hands on all of shields secrets. 

   “In- In D.C?” Bucky’s voice quivers a bit, his raw emotion starting to take over.

   “Yeah…” (Y/N) eyes him strangely, their hold on his hand tightening just a bit. “Remember those terrorist attacks three years ago?” They weren’t terrorists, it had been Bucky, Bucky was the terrorist. 

   “The plane crushed you?”

   “Just some shrapnel from one of the ships…” 

   “Oh my god,” Bucky sighs shakily as tears blur at his vision. 

   He had always tried to avoid D.C, he didn’t want to think about it or what he had done but now there was a piece of what he did sitting right beside him, holding his hand tightly. 

   “Bucky, what’s wrong?” (Y/N) shifts in their seat, turning to face the quivering man. “What did I say?” 

  “Oh my god (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-” But a sudden sob cut him off, closing his throat as the tears began to roll. “I’m so fucking sorry, oh my god,” 

   “Bucky, what’s wrong? What are you sorry for?” But he couldn’t respond unless it was to curse himself and apologize profusely. 

   “I’m so sorry, It wasn’t my fault, I promise it wasn’t-” (Y/N) suddenly lurches forward, holding Bucky tightly. God- he didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve to hold this human being, he didn’t deserve their kindness and concern. He deserved to burn in hell for what he did, he deserved to suffer pain because he took away their ability to walk, he was the one who caused them pain and misery for three years-” 

   “Bucky, it’s okay, it’s okay,” (Y/N)’s soothing voice whispered to him, washing over him like a wave of comfort. “Whatever you did it’s okay,” Bucky sobs a bit as he holds (Y/N) close, nearly pulling them onto his lap with how close they suddenly were. “Can you tell me what you did? Can you tell me why you’re sorry?” 

   “It’s my fault,” Bucky sniffles as he attempts to reign himself in, trying to hold back all of his hatred and shame. “It’s my fault you don’t have a leg,” 

   “Bucky, you’re not making any sense, what are you-” 

   “The ships, I helped take the ships down, if it hadn’t been for me you’d still have both your legs and- and-” Bucky stops once again, biting his lip so hard that he nearly took a chunk of skin out. 

   “Bucky, hey, look at me-” (Y/N) nudged Bucky’s face up with their hands, forcing him to look directly into their eyes. “Whatever you did, it’s not your fault, okay? I’m not mad at you or anything, don’t feel bad, okay?” Bucky sniffles again, too ashamed to look (Y/N) in the eyes for any longer. 

   “You don’t have a leg because of me-” 

   “I don’t care that I don’t have a leg,” (Y/N) mutters, “I don’t care that you think that you’re the reason I’m missing a leg too, and neither should you,” 

   “But (Y/N)-” 

   “No buts Bucky,” 

   “(Y/N), you could be out running and jumping, you could be swimming for fuck’s sake but because I’m a goddamn disgrace-” Bucky stops again, only this time it wasn’t of his own accord. There were no lumps in his throat or tears pooling down his cheeks to stop his words but rather was a pair of lips pressed against his own, silencing him softly yet firmly. 

   (Y/N)’s lips were soft, soft and sweet and nothing Bucky could have ever imagined and holy fuck did he love it. He could kiss their lips all day if they’d let him, he’d savor them, allow their taste to linger on his tongue for days but he didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve to indulge in someone so kind and great as (Y/N). 

   (Y/N) slowly pulls away, letting their lips slowly but surely part from Bucky’s. 

   “But instead I’m here with you, and that’s worth more than any of those things anyways,” (Y/N)’s lips brush against his own with each syllable, sending little shots of pleasure down his spine. “Plus, if you hadn’t taken my leg then who would buy me 3 cups of coffee, hm?” Bucky smiles, chuckling a bit. The sound was watery at best but it was sweet nonetheless. 

   “No one in their right state of mind,” 

   “You got that right,” (Y/N) smiles as they gently nuzzle Bucky’s nose. “Now no more tears, okay?” Bucky nods a bit, wiping away the last of his tears. “And no more of this shaming Bucky stuff, okay?” 

   “Okay,” Bucky whispers, scrunching up his nose as (Y/N) kisses it sweetly. 

   “And after this you’re gonna buy me my coffee, no negotiating there,” Bucky chuckles, his shame and guilt finally starting to ebb away. It was going to take a long time for Bucky to finally feel okay, to actually accept the fact that he had done this to (Y/N) and that (Y/N) was okay with it but he knew he’d get there eventually…perhaps he just needed a bit of coffee and some time to talk. 

~Extended Ending~

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) whispers as they press a series of kisses along his shoulders, slowly but surely waking him up. “Come on Buck, it’s 5:30,” Bucky groaned as he rolled over, throwing an arm over his eyes rather dramatically. 

   “I’m too tired,” 

   “What did I wear you out last night?” There’s a smug tone to (Y/N)’s voice and they no doubt have that stupid smirk on their face like they usually do. “Were we up past your bed time old man?”

   “I swear I’m gonna throw something at you if you don’t stop,” Bucky joked as he peeked at (Y/N) from under his arm, smiling at them softly. 

   “Hm, You’ll have to catch me first to do that,”

   “Is that a challenge?” 

   “I do believe so Mr. Barnes,” 

   “I’m giving you a ten minute head start and I’m still gonna outrun your ass,” Bucky chuckles as he flips back over, snuggling into his bed. “So I suggest you quickly get dressed and get moving,” 

   “Loser buys coffee?” 

   “You bet,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) jolts out of bed, quickly putting their running clothes on and lacing up their shoes as they stumbled out of the door. Even through the fabric of their leggings Bucky could see the little blue lights of their new prosthetic, the one Tony had given to them only a year prior. That day in the lab felt like years ago, (Y/N) was like that, they made time fly by so fast. A day with them could feel like a lifetime and nothing all at once and Bucky loved it. 

   “Be prepared to lose,” (Y/N) whispers as they lean down, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s forehead before booking it out the door, slamming the apartment door shut behind them. Bucky snuggles into his bed, sighing softly as the sounds of New York buzzed around him and if he listened just close enough he could nearly hear (Y/N) smacking into a wall on their way down. With a satisfied little smirk Bucky buries his face in his pillow, breathing in deeply as his body relaxed. 

   “I’m still gonna outrun their tiny ass,” 

Invisible, Chapter Fourteen

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

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word count: ~1700

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Different (p.2) // Klaus Mikaelson // requested

Request : can you do a Klaus mikaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an interest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

Many have been requesting a part two so here it is !!!!

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem. Reader

Part One

Requests are closed. xx

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

Originally posted by victoriasbook

It had been weeks since the ball, and Klaus hasn’t made contact with Y/N since then. After the Mikael incident, he felt as if it were too dangerous. She was only human after all.

Klaus did watch over her though. He found solace in standing under her window, listening in on the life she held behind closed doors. Often times, he would stand on the fire escape and watch that life play out. He didn’t know what it was about her. He never met a more fearless human that her. She didn’t treat him like a monster. Sure, it was probably because she hasn’t seen the worst part of him but there was just something about her that kept drawing him in.

She would often lounge around in a t shirt and panties, with messy bed hair and a mug of tea in her hand. Other times she would blast music and dance around her apartment, always making a small smile appear on his face. Everyday he learns something new. She’s a mystery that he needs to know more about.

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anonymous asked:

If it's okay, could I request I request the SDR2 boys finding their S/O sleeping in the bath tub? Thank you! : D

Of course it’s okay! I hope you like it :D

SDR2 Boys finding S/O asleep in bathtub

Hajime Hinata:

- You told him you were going to have a bath

- He didn’t really think much of it as he was busy with gaming

- But after about 10 rounds he realised it was rather… Quiet

- “S/O?”

- Silence

- He started searching for you checking your room, kitchen, garden but no luck

- He then remembered you said something about a bath

- He knocked 3 times but when you didn’t answer he carefully opened the door to find…

- You fell asleep

- “Seriously?”

- He lets out a chuckle before coming over to you and kneeling by the bath

- “Oi, S/O, wake up”

- He gently shakes you and laughs as you turn a bright red colour from blushing

Kazuichi Soda:

- As usual he was covered in oil

- So you told him you were going to make a bath for the two of you

- “Soda - kun! Come on!”

- “Five more minutes S/O!”

- It turns out 5 minutes actually meant 30 minutes

- Once he finally got to the bathroom he just… Froze

- You managed to fall asleep, several rubber ducks floating all around you

- He just kinda stares for a while before finally stripping and jumping in causing water to splash onto your face

- “WHA-”

- “Woah chill, it’s just me!”

- As revenge, you start splashing water at him

- By the time your bath is over, the bathroom is soaked

Nagito Komaeda:

- He wasn’t really listening to you as he was so immersed in his book

- But he did hear the word ‘bath’

- Hm.. I could probably join… But one more chapter won’t hurt…

- Being the little book nerd he is, he actually manages to finish the whole book before finally snapping back to reality

- “S/O - san/kun?”

- He waited for some sort of response

- But he didn’t get one

- Oh that’s right! You said bath

- He makes his way over to the bathroom only to find that the door is cracked open

- Wait… Did my luck-

- Before he can finish his thought, he swings the door open

- And there you are, sleeping among a mountain of foam

- He smiles before walking over to you

- “Hey, S/O - san/kun… I’m here”

- He kisses your forehead and once you finally open your eyes he moves to your lips

Nekomaru Nidai:

- The two of you had a pretty intense work out

- So he suggested you should take a bath as a way of relaxing

- You happily agreed and went ahead to prepare everything

- He on the other hand got things such as oils and towels in order to give you a massage after

- He was literally gone for 2 minutes

- But when he entered the bathroom you were already happily snoozing, your cheek pressed to the edge of the bath

- “Bwahahahah I worked you a bit too hard ey S/O?”

- He pokes your forehead causing you to groan in disapproval

- “Alright alright, I’ll do everything now”

- He then proceeds to give you one of the most relaxing evenings of your life

Gundham Tanaka:

- He was worried

- You were in there for a rather long time

- Like, longer than the average bath time

- “S/O, what is taking you so long? Are you performing a ritual or something?!”

- He knocks for a solid 10 minutes before finally mustering the strength to open the door

- But as soon as he sees you, he turns bright red

- “Oh- I-”

- He stutters a few words before turning on his heel and slamming the door shut

- You are quite beautiful like that

- No wait, this isn’t the time to think about that!

- He just hides his tomato red face in his scarf 

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu:

- What on Earth is taking you so Goddamn long?!

- He was getting kind of bored without you around him

- … But he can’t just…. Come in like that can he?

- He spends some quality time pondering

- If I go in they might hurry up

- But I might get slapped or splashed

- Heh, then again that doesn’t seem too bad

- He finally decided.

- He knocks continuously for 2 minutes

- Nothing

- Well… He tried

- He slowly opens the door and takes a quick peak

- You’re… Asleep?

- Fuck me you look so cute

Byakuya Twogami (Imposter):

- He was busy perfecting his disguises

- But he realised you’ve been gone for quite a while

- He does a quick check around the house

- Hm… Where did you go?

- There is one place he didn’t check…

- Well, the bathroom door isn’t locked so… It’s okay if he takes a quick look right?

- Purely to see if you’re there obviously

- He opens the door enough to stick his head through

- And oh boy was it worth it

- He takes mental notes of how you look


Teruteru Hanamura:

- The second you mentioned you were going to have a bath he already decided he was going to join

- He just needed to finish cooking of course

- “Hohoho I hope you’re rea-”

- You were… Sleeping?

- Geez how long did he take?

- Well no matter he’s here now 

- He quickly disposes of his clothes before carefully climbing on top of you

- “Wh- Huh? Hanamura - kun?”

- “Hey hey S/O - san/kun, want me to wash you?”

- He winks

Tips for the Creatively Inclined

1. To fall asleep faster, watch a boring artist documentary focusing on a classical artist or patron. A dull narrator is recommended for fastest results.
2. Try not to imagine new works or pieces while trying to fall asleep. If an idea pops into your brain, quickly jot the idea down and resolve it before attempting to close your eyes in hopes of rest. A restless idea proves detrimental to immediate sleep.
3. Be sure to seal and close up any harmful artistic chemicals, such as oil paints, mineral spirits, fixatives, glues, etc., before slipping into slumber. Long term exposure to the fumes generated by creative products can cause respiratory and brain damage. Be safe before sleep!!
4. Make sure all exposed artwork is dealt with before climbing into bed. Stress dreams due to left out drawings by colored liquids aren’t fun at all and can give you a massive headache when you wake up, so please do your brain a favor and put all your artwork in a safe spot or storage area before bedtime.
5. Cleanse your hands of all and any residue or nonsense that rubs off mid-creation before sleeping. Products like oil paint and charcoal can harm your skin if you leave it on too long, and you do not want to wake up to a colorful or dark streak on your sheets!!
6. Finished with a drawing final? Want to keep it looking all nice and clean and fancy and just how it is right here right now so when you show it to your instructor they’re not all like “what is this blurry mess I don’t even know what it is why is it here”?? Purchase a lovely can of workable spray fixative to keep your lines sharp and nice for a critical critique.
7. TAKE BREAKS. Lord Jesus please do this, you need to step back after working on a project at most every hour. Drink some water, if you are in class: take a restroom break, mosey around the room and view your peers artwork, chat up the instructor and have them look at your work so far. Do some jumping jacks, take a short jog, do anything you can to forget about the work for a short time, so you can see the progress and judge it objectively once you return.
8. Criticism, especially before a work is finished, is key to achieving a meaningful work of art. Family and friends are nice sources of criticism on many avenues, but for art they may be too concerned about your “feelings” or harming their relationship with you. Find a peer or an instructor or a stranger even, and have them look at your work. Honesty is what breeds greatness and future confidence.
9. Don’t take it personally if someone gives a negative critique of your work. Remember it is just one (sometimes biased) opinion, and try to find a constructive message in it. Even a blatant “it sucks” can fuel greatness in the right artist, you just have to take it as a rudimentary critique and see the underlying meaning of the comment which is simply saying “improve”, “practice”, and “study”. No critique is bad unless you make it to be in your mind. Every comment is pushing improvement.
10. Save money to buy quality equipment. An expensive pencil, unlike chic clothing or fancy cars, often proves to be more reliable and durable than a cheap one. Trust me, you don’t want to invest in thousands of the cheapest pencils only to have every single one have the lead internally shattered due to low shipping price which resulted in the already frail pencil being thrown around like a basket ball by some disrespectful packaging and shipping company. The right supplies are often the priciest, but are indeed the best.
11. Make sure you invest in a comfy studio environment. Uncomfortable artists can breed uncomfortable, haphazard, and rushed work. Purchase a nice chair with ample support for the lower back. Find a desk that is sturdy. Find a cheap heater if you live in a colder climate (this is also helpful in drying oil paintings quickly), and if you live in a warmer climate a nice fan or two will do. Your comfort matters just as much as your constant production of grade A work.
12. Take care of your hands and wrists as well as you take care of your finished artwork. Make sure they are safe and not bent in a strange position for long periods of time. Stretch and moisturize as much as possible, your most primitive and prized modes of creation need to last you at least 2 ordinary lifetimes, and sadly many of you may develop crippling effects of excessive use like arthritis. So be gentle with your hands and wrists!
13. Don’t feel pressured to follow the normal sleep pattern of the average no-art-joe. If you have trouble sleeping, use it to your advantage and work until you feel depressingly exhausted (just kidding). Use your opposite, backward - ass schedule as motivation for creation. Who knows, your vampire tendencies may birth an interesting insomniac series. Go for it nosferatu.

That’s all I have to offer. If anyone has more tips for artists, please include yours too!

head-and-heart  asked:

Hey Kat! I've got a prompt for the Bellarke Holiday thing you're doing. :) Could you do one where Bellamy and Clarke get snowed in (modern AU) and if possible, with the "we're pretending we hate each other but actually we really don't" trope? Cause I'm a hoe for that classic enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. All good if you want to shift some things around, thanks!!

Thanks so much for the fantastic prompt, Kate!! Enjoy :)

“This is the absolute worst,” Clarke grumbled, checking the weather on her phone for the hundredth time that hour. “I can’t believe its snowing this hard already, they said the storm was supposed to hit tomorrow.”

“I would have counted on you to know meteorology isn’t an exact science,” replied Bellamy sarcastically from his position reclining on the couch. He was staring out the window, watching large fluffy flakes of snow fall. The driveway to the cabin they’d all gone in on together for Thanksgiving was already completely hidden under the initial snowfall, and it didn’t look likely to let up any time soon.

Clarke sighed and stirred the fire with a long metal poker from her seat across the room. “Yeah, I know that, I just was counting on the rest of the group to make it here before the storm hit. It’s not looking good, they’re calling for a winter weather advisory through Sunday afternoon…”

Both their phones beeped with an incoming text from Wells. We’re all just going to crash at Monty’s and Miller’s place, and see if it clears up later. Sorry we can’t make it, it’s just too far to drive now that the storm’s hit. Hope you both are making nice! Don’t do anything stupid like try to leave in this weather…

Clarke rolled her eyes. “As if we would!”

“I don’t know,” Bellamy shrugged, “You seem pretty unhappy about this whole situation…”

“Of course I’m not happy about it!” replied Clarke defensively. “We were supposed to all have a fun carefree weekend away, just drinking games and Murphy’s cooking and no family drama, and instead everyone else is having fun and I’m stuck here-“

“With your least favorite person,” Bellamy filled in dryly. Clarke made a face as if to protest, but gave up and sank down into her chair.

“You’re not my least favorite person,” she muttered, a few minutes later. “I just…thought this weekend would be different. I’ve been so busy lately, and I haven’t been able to hang out with anyone in ages, and all I wanted was to have fun for a few days and not feel guilty about it.”

“Sorry,” Bellamy replied, and he sounded like he meant it. “I know you’ve been busy lately. Everyone’s missed you, if that makes you feel any better.” He paused, but as soon as she made eye contact continued hurriedly, “You can still have fun this weekend, you know.”

“I guess I do have most of the booze with me,” Clarke remembered, eyeing the case by the door. “I can try to make a dent in that.”

“I hope you’re planning on sharing, because its going to get awfully boring being the only sober one.”

Clarke felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach, but instead of trying to figure out what it was, she hopped up to grab a bottle of tequila from the box she’d brought. “I was supposed to share this with Raven,” she said mournfully as she broke open the seal. “I guess you’ll have to do.”

It was Bellamy’s turn to roll his eyes now, but he sat up so that she could join him on the couch. “Didn’t know we were going to escalate to cuddling so fast,” he joked.

“Shut up,” Clarke replied, kicking him as she passed him the bottle.

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Allow Yourself

STEVE ROGERS x Plus Size Reader

Request:  I love your blog, I was wondering if you could write a fic about a reader that is really insecure about their arms and acne because trust me, there is NOTHING out there for that

You have a bad day and Steve just wants you to be honest.

Content: Self-hate, insecurities, physical pain, arguments, comfort

It was one of those days where you couldn’t wear anything other than long sleeves, even though it was 90 degrees outside and completely sunny. The shorts you could do; sometimes the heat was just way too much to handle to go out completely covered. But the arms were a no-go. You’d tried about four different tank tops and two different short-sleeved shirts, but you just couldn’t stand the way you felt with your arms out. Or the way your arms looked. And you knew that you would sweat, and sweating in itself was embarrassing, and then your acne would get ten times worse because of the oil and sweat caking your pores, and that was also a nightmare, but you literally couldn’t handle your arms.

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RFA+Saeran and V with pick up lines (really long)

“I was reading bad pick up lines to my SO and thought of this little idea for the RFA crew (and the tag alongs).


 “I must be dead cause right now I’m staring at heaven”

He’d been playing LOLOL when you’d broke out some crappy pickup line you’d read online. He hadn’t been paying full attention (it was raid night, but he can never ignore you entirely) so you kind of sat back and watched the “dots connect” so to speak. 

When the sweet summer child finally realized what the heck you’d just said, his whole body froze for a second. You got concered for a minute, wondering if your teasing had finallly broke him when he finally turned to face you (his raid group screaming could be heard throughout his apartment). His face was bright red and you couldn’t hold in the giggles as he just stuttered to you in a bit of shock. It took his brain a couple seconds to calm himself and respond with:

“If this is heaven y-you must be an angel”

He just put his head in his hands and groaned while you sat on the couch laughing.


 “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Cause you’re hot.”

Zen was supposed to be practicing his lines for a new play. He’d been lamenting over the fact it was Shakespear; all the fancy wording and heavy costumes weren’t exactly his favorite (”Babe you don’t understand, in those costumes no one can see my amazing body!”)

As per usual, you’d offered to help him with his script, but started getting kind of antsy during a particularly long monologue. It was true Zen’s acting was almost entrancing, and during preformances where’d you’d heard him practice the script a thousand different time, you still couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stage. 

But right now, he wasn’t acting. He was simply reading off the lines while pacing up and down the living room. He’d finished his speech and waited patiently for you to read off the next next one when you’d hit him with that horrific line.

The way he stopped pacing and kind of blinked at you for a moment made you wonder if he had been taking this much more seriously than you’d originally thought. You bit your lower lip, trying to contain the nervous laughter and apologizes when he suddenly grabbed your hand, placed a soft kiss on it and replied: 

“You must be a witch because you’ve placed a spell on me,”

You’d wanted to groan at the cheesy line, but the look in his eyes and way he’d lifted you up made any more words die in your throat.

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Overcome (’95 Line Hogwarts AU Foursome Smut) (Part 2/?)

Summary: After one of the most interesting train rides of your Hogwarts career, you receive an unexpected invite to the Gryffindor start of term common room party. And for some stupid reason, you decide to go. But one common room leads you to another, and you and Jeonghan explore your friendship more than you would have ever thought possible. Hogwarts AU. (Light) Smut.

(A/N: so this is hella longer than the last part and i stayed up so late to finish it oops. i’m so going to bed when this is posted. anyway i hope you enjoy the hannie centric part of this it heavily ties into everything else. still looking for suggestions on a title. (the title is here now and it’s liiit son) warnings: heavily implied Meanie (for funsies), gay thoughts, sexual thoughts, mentions of orgies, alcohol use, minors using alcohol, drunk minors, technically minor smut (bc it’s Hogwarts), smut, Jeonghan being sexy, anyway have fun. -Tanisha<3)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 

Part 2: Confundus 

Jeonghan usually took no interest in the big Hogwarts start ‘o term welcome feast. He couldn’t have cared less about the scared little first years that were being welcomed into the house of Hufflepuff, - especially because he wasn’t a Prefect, and especially because the Hufflepuff first years always seemed so disappointed, and he had to resist the urge to accidentally step on their robes and send them flying, or put a leg locker curse on them, or slip them a Nose Bleed Nougat - the speeches, not only from Headmistress McGonagall, but from other teachers, mostly department heads, who wanted to speak on their subjects, were long and boring, and this was one of few times a year when students were not permitted to wander to their nondenominational house table to sit with their friends. So although the food was plenty and mouth watering, Jeonghan was stuck enjoying it while gazing longing across the room at Joshua and Seungcheol, wishing he could sit with them.  

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Friends Forever: New and improved

This is part three of an ever expanding story of corruption.

Part one

Part two (written by the immensely talented Evie-Hyde)

It had been a month since Ana had lost Jenna to the newly formed Kylie and with it, lost all her good looks and popularity. Her life was miserable now. Not only was she longer the hottest bitch in the school but Kylie had made it her mission to terrorize her. As far as Kylie saw it, Ana and Mattie were the only ones who knew who she really was and where her power came from and so could ruin her new perfect life. 

Mattie hadn’t been seen in the school since the night he accidentally created the new bitch and so Kylie saw to it to crush Ana’s moral. It had worked, Ana was convinced that she would never get to be Anastasia again. She would be plain, unattractive and boring forever and she came to terms with it. Slowly but surely her want and desire to be an evil bitch receded into the depths of her mind.

She got home one Friday evening after a particularly terrible day at school to find she wasn’t alone.

She was shocked when she walked into her room to find Mattie there. He looked tired and dishevelled.

“Mattie what are you doing here, where have you been for a month?” Ana asked.

“First off I want to apologize for what happened, I didn’t know you chose to merge with Jenna. I thought you were being held hostage in your own body. I just couldn’t believe that the sweet girl that I had secretly a crush on for years had turned into a grade A bitch.” Mattie said sincerely.

Ana had no idea he had feelings for her. Plain old her.

“Mattie you don’t-“ Ana started but Mattie cut her off.

“No I need to get this all off my chest. It was wrong of me to assume the worst and try to rescue you when you didn’t need or want to be. I would do anything for you. So that brings me to why I am here and where I have been. After that night I felt so bad for what I did that I went to work trying to undo my mess. I researched and researched and I finally found a way to make you Anastasia again.”

“Hold up, you can merge me with Jenna again?” she asked intrigued.

“Well no not exactly. Not unless you find a way to get the pendant back from Kylie but she has some freaky ghost strength or something so that is a no go. Knowing this I figured there had to be a way to duplicate her beauty from her DNA without the side effect of turning into a bitch. So I sneaked into her old house and took a strand of hair from her hairbrush. Distilling it down and combining it with stem cells and growth hormones allowed me to create this.” Mattie produced two small vials of black liquid from his pocket.

“So what you’re saying is that I will gain all of her qualities but I will be in control? I can be gorgeous again? If so I can be popular in school again, but I will be better, nicer. I can take down that bitch Kylie and end the evil once and for all” Ana said starting to be excited.

“Exactly” Mattie said.

“But why do you have two vials?” She inquired

“Well this is untested so I’m not sure of the dosage. If you take one and nothing happens the second one should do it.”

“Ok then, lets do this” Ana said taking one vial and downing it in one go. “I can’t wait to do good” she said but then experienced a strong pain in her stomach that made her double over. Something was going wrong.

“What the fuck is happening Mattie, why does it hurt? What did you do you fucking idiot!?”. When she said this the pain was instantly replaced with extreme pleasure.

“Now I feel amazing” Ana cooed “What the fuck?” She thought of slapping Mattie and putting him down which only brought on new waves of pleasure.

“Oh shit” Mattie said “I didn’t expect this. If I had to guess I would say that fighting against Jenna’s base instincts is causing your body to reject the serum, but embracing her desires is doing the opposite. I have an antidote here somewhere.”

But Ana was in ecstasy as her body was halfway through the transformation “NO! I don’t want it! It’s clear what I have to do. I’ve been living in denial this past month. I want this. I want to be a sexy evil bitch again. In fact I will become a bigger bitch than Kylie is or Jenna ever was. Im going to embrace the bitch you have put in me.”

Mattie was mortified as the transformation accelerated the more Ana accepted the darkness. She lay on the floor stroking her hairless pussy and groping her increasingly expanding breasts. “Oh fuck yessssss I can feel the evil power in me, its making me feel like such a bad bitch. Come out and play Anastasia, I’ve missed being a slut.”

Anastasia’s features started to return one by one to Ana’s boring body. The serum was pure concentrated Jenna but the additions Mattie added were having some other positive side effects. Her tits were now bigger than ever and her strength was now double. Her hair stayed her natural black but lengthen and perfected.

“Oh my beautiful body, I’ve missed you. I’ve been wet just thinking about being a spoilt bratty bitch again.” Ana said confidently in her returned breathy voice. Her nails extended and manicured as she touched her clit making her orgasm hard. Her lips pouted and her eyes settled into a piercing stare. She was oozing sexualality and evil and she fucking loved it.

“Yessssss say goodbye to the ugly loser Ana, the Godess Anastasia is back and I’m here to stay. Without Jenna pulling my strings I feel so fucking powerful, like no one can stop me.” Ana said as she looked at Mattie with disdain.

She walked over to the closet and picked out a sexy red latex dress she had bought when she was Anastasia the first time. The dress was a little tight due to her new even bigger tits but it only made her gorgeous boobs pop even more. She looked at herself vainly in the mirror and fixed her dress. She could see Mattie stare lustfully at her in the reflection. She could see the outline of his member in his pants. He was frozen in shock and horniness still holding the other vial as a wicked idea crossed Anastasia’s mind.

She snatched the vial from his hand and popped off the top. Mattie was snapped back to reality.

“No don’t take that, too much of that stuff could cause you to overdose” he said in fear.

“Oh no it’s not for me. It’s for you. If I am to take over the crown of Queen bitch at the school and beat Kylie, I’m gonna need all the help I can get… Madison.” Anastasia said with an evil grin. Mattie tried to make a run for it but Anastasia’s new strength allowed her to lift him by the neck and pour the vial down his neck.

“You’re going to enjoy being a bitch Madison, its so fucking hot.”

She dropped him to the floor and watched as the serum took hold. Anastasia laughed as she watched Mattie try and fight it but she knew too well that resisting was pointless when giving in was so delicious. Mattie’s bones creaked as his frame tightened giving way to the female form. His hair lengthened into flowing blonde locks. His rough stubble disappeared replaced with a layer of makeup. His chest shot out two great big tits. Not as big as Anastasia’s as she already had existing breasts but nevertheless impressive head turning boobs.

 As the final stage of the transformation finished Madison let out the moan of a wanton whore as she stood before her creator. “Oh fuck yessssss, I feel like such a hot slut. Thanks babe I owe you one. How do I look?” Madison posed for Anastasia. 

“Like a hot piece of ass. Not hotter than me but then again no one is.” Anastasia asserted. 

“Of course not, you’re the sexiest bitch there is. I’m lucky to be one of your chosen sluts, I can’t wait to help you exact your revenge on that cunt Kylie.” Madison giggled. Mattie’s devotion to Ana had transferred over and she now lived to serve her Goddess Anastasia. 

“Glad to see you’re so eager my slut, because I know how we can get started. Here put this on.“ Anastasia said handing Madison white bra and panties while she stripped down to her own set. “We are going to have a party tomorrow” Anastasia said “and we need to invite only the hottest studs and baddest bitches. If we get the cocks to show up the sluts will follow so we are going to have to incentivize them, smile for the video.” 

Anastasia put on her best ditzy face and approached Madison while her cellphone camera filmed everything. They both made faces and stuck their tongues out playfully. Anastasia directed her tongue towards Madsions mouth who hungrily took it. Madison was cumming in her panties as they kissed passionately. Anastasia pulled away and smiled at the camera while Madison continued to kiss and fawn over her.

“Like what you see you sexy bastards?” Anastasia said speaking to the camera “Well that was just a small taste of what you can see tomorrow night if you come to our party. Send a dick pic back if you want to know where and we’ll send you the details. Only big cocks need apply. Love Anastasia and Madison”.

She turned the video off and her smiling demeanour changed back to her sexy resting bitchface. She scrolled through the numbers in her phone and texted all the guys she knew the video. She slipped back into her skin tight dress and took in her beauty in the mirror. “Won’t this get back to Kylie and piss her off?” Madison said worriedly. “Oh I’m counting on it” Anastasia said. She smiled evily touching up her lipstick in the mirror as the messages began streaming into her phone and her plan of revenge began…

silverskye13  asked:

Hello! I've been really admiring your colored pencil work and was wondering if you had any tips or suggestions on how to blend colors? Or maybe any good references/tutorials I could look at? Thank you very much regardless, and I hope you have a good day!

Hi ! I hope you don’t mind me publishing this publicly, because I’ve been thinking about sharing some traditional art tips I’ve discovered over the years and this ask is the perfect occasion to do it.

Okay first of all I’m self-taught and never been to art school so maybe some the things I’m gonna say are actually bad ! Take it with a grain of salt and experiment yourself ! Also this is gonna be about coloured pencils only so… Yeah.

Okay so :

- I know the tool doesn’t make the artist but when it comes to coloured pencils it makes a great fucken difference whether your pencils are 1euro offbrand Rik et Rok at Auchan or… Better quality. If you’re really determined to work traditionally with pencils, you should think about getting some good pencils, where they have more pigment and a thicker consistence. I’m partial to Faber-Castell Polychromos but they’re very pricey so if you find another good brand that’s cheaper go for it (also hit me up ahah)

- Every brand is different. As I said, I primarily use Faber-Castell but recently my aunt gave me another brand that is a also “quality brand” (I don’t have the box at my flat so I don’t remember the name) but while the colours were really vibrant they also spread and smudged much more easily. I didn’t really like it, but if you’re used to it, I’m sure you can do great stuff !

- Also, use untextured paper. I don’t know why they say grainy paper is ideal for pencils ahah ^^ It gives a weird pixel effect when you scan it because of the tiny white holes you can’t fill with your pencil. I like smooth Canson paper better ! I use Exacompta paper but I mean there are a ton of brands who offer the same stuff.

- You can sketch with a mechanical pencil and everything but you shouldn’t keep graphite pencil on your page when you colour, otherwise your colours are going to get a weird greyish colour and it’s just Ugly. For me it’s the hard part of drawing digitally: I sketch with a mechanical pencil, then I take a coloured pencil and erase every line to trace over it with the coloured pencil. It’s boring and hard but it’s for the greater good.

- When you line with the coloured pencil, take an “in between colour”, like that’s what I call some colours that blend well with everything ? Because lines will smudge so you want to avoid clashes. Dark colours such as purple or black I tend to avoid because huge dark smudges aren’t a good look, unless you’re going for something in that colour palette. Same for all other colours, especially blues (cause the SECOND you use yellow it’s Over - be super careful with yellow and blue I’m warning you so you can avoid my fate). I usually take a deep pink (magenta) because pink is the ideal blend colour since it’s between warm and cool tones. Sometimes when I want to go for a more natural look I use browns that blend well too.

- Also once you’re done colouring reline everything because smudged/less clear/less vibrant lines

- I tend to line everything with the same colour so there is continuity within the drawing. I use other colours for when I want a certain item to pop up.

- Pink is your ultimate best friend. Want to make that gradient between yellow and blue ? Use pink in the middle. It works for everything. I love pink.

- The trick is, go lightly at first, then add more and more layers. Think a bit like digital layers ? You do your flats first (rough colours, you don’t even have to fill it all properly like you can leave some white), then you put a layer of another colour (usually with the strokes in another direction like if your first colour has vertical strokes then go horizontally or diagonally), then another, then another again, and you refine that shit until it looks good.

- If you go on my earliest art pages you’ll see that my art wasn’t as well coloured as it is right now. Shit was LIGHT AS FUCK (and I kept complaining that I wasn’t able to get deep colours ahah). As with all shit, it’s gonna take a while to get it right.

- I hate colouring clothes so my Bullshit Secret Technique is horizontal or kinda wavy/following the movement of the clothing crosshatching with a lot of colours until it makes a decent gradient (see  all of my drawings in April 2016)

- Single coloured flats are hard. Get one colour, then get another colour and draw over your flat. Okay it won’t be all the same colour but 1) nuances are good 2it’s easier for some reason. Maybe it’s just in your head ? I don’t know.

- If you can get one of these small eraser pens like pens but they’re erasers, get them, especially to erase your sketch, it saves lives. At least it saved mine. It’s so much easier to erase one line at a time than erase everything then lose track of where was what.

- Get a white gel ink pen for highlights and tiny sparkling stuff
- Know where the light parts of your drawing are going to be beforehand because there’s no way to get them back once they’re gone.

- Get a tablet and draw digitally. You can do much more stuff much more easily. Patterns ? Highlights ? Fluorescence ? Ctrl-Z ? Flats ? Resizing ? Last-minute glow in the dark ? Can’t do that traditionally. It’s too late for me cause I’d have to relearn everything and I’m lazy but if you’re getting started draw digitally.

- Otherwise add tiny sparkling stuff it’s really lovely.

Aaand here ! I don’t know if that really helped you, I’ve said it before but I draw really instinctively so it’s hard to explain what I do ^^’ Thanks for the compliments though, and have a nice day too !

||❥ the coat controversy

j e o n g h a n ! s c e n a r i o


word count: 1,690

includes: a chilly winter day in which you ride the train with bf!jeonghan nd he contemplates snuggling u into his coat. 

request: some jeonghan jealousy

✎ okay so there ain’t much jealousy but aghh bro it’s so hard 2 be original and not use a plot everyone’s heard a thousand times but at least there’s wholesome fluff,, didn’t realize i wrote this then forgot to post it whoops.

Jeonghan couldn’t stop glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. Sure you appeared completely fine and dandy, armed with your woolly hat that had a pompom perked like a gumdrop on the top, a tiny quirk on your lips attributed from idly scrolling through your phone. He wanted to believe all was peachy-keen, but a litany of protests were rattling within his head.

This was the subway train after all, the sand coloured floors and dull silver benches hardly appealing on a winter day. Snow began feathering from the sky in fashion to powdered sugar, coating car roofs and clinging to fur hoods. Quite a beautiful sight, yet you insisted on taking the subway, Jeonghan crinkling under your sweet pleas a little too easily.

He wondered if you brought up the idea because you were cold and hoped the subway would offer some heating. However the minute you stepped inside, the same draft cloaked the air, any chances of nabbing seats by the heater purloined by the elderly couple who shuffled on just before you. It was always like this, similar to when your parents would advise you to dress warmer, yet their entreating’s would get brushed off out of petulant stubbornness.

“It doesn’t even look that cold Jeonghan! I’ll be fine in this jacket.”

He recalls eyeing you ineffectually, knowing his advice falls on deaf ears. Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, Jeonghan sways your attention to the tree branches bobbing outside the glass panes belonging to your home, attempting persuasion one last time.

“Do me a favour sweetheart and go stand outside. I know you’ll get cold, so why don’t you check now rather than when it’s too late.” 

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To commemorate the legacy that María Félix has left behind on her 100th Anniversary, we have gathered one hundred of her best quotes. Which one is your favorite?

1. “I don’t think I’m the Queen Bee… I am the Queen Bee.”

2. “I might be one more woman in your life, but you are one less man in mine.”

3. “I have never judged lesbians and gays. What they do from the waist down it’s their business, not mine.”

4. “Leave the dead in peace, the ones inside can’t get out and the ones that are out don’t want to go in.”

5. “Money doesn’t give you happiness, but it does help calm ones nerves.”

6. “It’s not enough to be pretty, you need to know how to be pretty.”

7. “I am a woman with a heart of a man.”

8. “I have been too busy living my life, that I have not had time to count,” when asked about her age.

9. “My job has been to be attractive.”

10. “My enemies are many and bad; my friends are few and good.”

11. “Don’t give me advice, I can make my own mistakes.”

12. “The stars of today don’t have the star power and actresses of today are disposable, models that don’t even know how to speak.”

13. “An original woman is not someone that doesn’t imitate someone, but the one that nobody can imitate.”

14. “Money is not happiness, but it’s better to cry in a Ferrari.”

15. “Nobody impresses me with a price, but with the results.”

16. “Talking about myself is difficult, to talk about myself is severe, because I am better than what I appear to be..”

17. “People with no ambition never get out of the hole.”

18. “I don’t like help, when I ask for it, you can help me.”

19. “Obviously I have a soul, just because someone as blind as you can’t see it, doesn’t mean I don’t have one.”

20. “Diva is something invented, but I was not fabricated, life made me and made me very well.”

21. “Women will never be like men, even though some men have a women’s heart.”

22. “In life I believe that success is inferior to a celebrity.”

23. “Success can be reached by many people, celebrity touches you and is with you forever.”

24. “Some friends tell me that pearls make people cry. The only pearls that make me cry are the fake ones.”

25. “I only have a bad memory of you, and a great residence.”

26. “You don’t need to be perfect, as long as you don’t make any mistakes.”

27. “The best way to love someone is to accept them how they are, that is what I do with Antoine, it’s not easy, but to only love idiots is easy.”

28. “If all the men were as ugly as you, I would be a lesbian,” she said when a reporter asked if she was a lesbian.

29. “Hair to women is a medium to express ourselves, it’s not true that with black hair women show their arrogance and disdain.”

30. “Beauty gives you everything, but it is not everything.”

31. “You don’t investigate an actress, you invent [something about them].”

32. “To think about existence doesn’t make what doesn’t exist, exist.”

33. “The metro in Mexico City is mine, my husband Alex Berger gave it to me.”

34. “Other’s have seen less and paid more,” was her reply when asked why she left a performance mid-show.

35. “Since the beginning of time, men have taken the best part of the cake.”

36. “Flowers are a bad business, they last for a day and you need to thank them for a month.”

37. “It is fundamental to learn the power of imagination.”

38. “A woman is very complicated and difficult; it is a labyrinth where anybody can get lost easily.”

39. “Nobody seduces me, I seduce them.”

40. “They say that men should have initiative, but in my life I’ve taken it.”

41. “Women like to kiss like men… Do business like men… And to be treated like men, but I don’t think they are correct.”

42. “Women have a place in life and when they try to act like men they look fatal.”

43. “The dirt is very close to the poor.”

44. “All of us should sweep and clean… The same way we clean the city we should clean ourselves because we are very filthy lately.”

45. “Many times I shut my dad’s mouth, why wouldn’t I tell a priest to be quiet,” she said about the time the father was sidetracked talking about the Apostles during her son’s funeral.

46. “Don’t hope for the future, when the present is not safe either.”

47. “Jealousy are the children of love, however they are bastards.”

48. “For many years, Paris and I have a passionate romance.”

49. “The most important word in the dictionary is ‘love.’”

50. “Try to go over me and you will know who I am.”

51. “Stupid people are not the problem, but stupid people that also have initiative.”

52. “Whomever has not suffered from love, doesn’t know how to love.”

53. “A mirror never lies.”

54. “We should only cry for a man three days… On the fourth, you put on heels and new clothes.”

55. “I am not nostalgic and I don’t like to think about the past, but I have unbearable memory.”

56. “I always say what I think and that has caused dislike in me.”

57. “I am not used to lying, not even to defend myself.”

58. “When I was little my mother always said to me, 'First number one than number two.’”

59. “If someone is young inside, that naturally reflects in the exterior beauty.”

60. “My selfishness has consisted in rejecting movies, friendships, marriage proposals that weren’t in my best interest. That is why we need to have cold blood take over our feelings.”

61. “I have never gotten drunk because it looks like I am drunk all the time.”

62. “Better to cause envy than pity.”

63. “Getting married so a man can buy me stockings is horrible.”

64. “Within my battles I don’t mention success because that didn’t cost me anything, although I have fought to not believe it.”

65. “With the lights off, the voice is what touches you.”

66. “I have an infinite admiration for intelligent men.”

67. “From a man I expect flattery, promises, declarations of love. What I don’t expect is for them to shine at my expense.”

68. “My first and only birth was horrible, a true massacre. No human deserves such pain.”

69. “I have never loved someone as much as they have loved me.”

70. “The worst enemy I have conquered was depression because it was inside me. It was a battle between the mind and the heart.”

71. “I can have my desires and capriciousness without affecting anybody, but the desires of a President can ruin a whole country.”

72. “The quality has been lost,” when talking about men now.

73. “I’ve always had a beautiful man’s voice.”

74. “I don’t have a voice [to sing] but I have a good style.”

75. “Stupidity is contagious.”

76. “What do you want me to do? I can’t be ugly.”

77. “If you are just as hated as admired, you are beautiful, get used to it; there are some that are only hated and they die to be admired.”

78. “Fight for a man? Why? There are too many!”

79. “Women don’t know how to drive cars because they are made to drive men.”

80. “I have been a winner everywhere that I go. I have always liked to win and it’s not easy to win in a foreign country.”

81. “If I thought all day about everything that has been said about since I could reason, I would be unhappy.”

82. “The only job that I’ve had had in life has been to learn because I started without knowing anything.”

83. “If you hang with fools, you will be saying foolish things later.”

84. “Everyone wants to know about me, even my enemies.”

85. “This is a man’s world, made for and by men. What surprises me nowadays is that women allow themselves to be abused… Dummies!”

86. “I’ve been very much abused.. mistreated, thrown from the stairs, pinched, everything… but in the movies.”

87. “A ring can’t buy my kisses. I give them when I want.”

88. “I think that he knew he was sick and he wanted to have a great year,” María Félix on Jorge Negrete’s death a year after they married.

89. “I love my country and I’ve wanted to represent it with dignity worldwide.”

90. “With so many interests in life I never get bored. That is my beauty secret, the curiosity and the joy for life.”

91. “I always have a book close by, because reading is the mental gym.”

92. “People console themselves thinking that if are not doing well here, they will have a good time in paradise. I would like for people to enjoy life, just in case there isn’t another.”

93. “A bed is a divine piece of furniture where people can’t hide who they are.”

94. “In movies and in life, to seduce is more important than to be liked.”

95. Negrete once asked her, “Who did you sleep with to get the starring role.” María Félix replied, “You have more time in the business, you should know who you need to sleep with to become a star.”

96. “Beauty is a concept forged by everyone else. They value you or disregard you, they protect you or destroy you.”

97. “Sexy is a man that one wants to make love to when you see him dressed.”

98. “I only have one message for women of my country and the world: I hope you love yourself as much as I loved myself.”

99. “My great satisfaction is to have done everything that I wanted and made them happen, not just in dreams.”

100. “Everyone will remember me being who I am, what I was and what I will be.”

The Secret of the Hope Diamond

My husband is a huge history buff and loves to watch documentaries on ANYTHING. He told me of an idea he had for a story, so here it is. It also happens to be his birthday today. 

Thanks so much to my little sis, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms for her help with this story. 

Word Count: 3000

Warnings: some language

No Pairing

Eve begged of Lucifer to release his hold on her son, Cain. Lucifer agrees if Eve will bear him a child. She bore him a son, Raz, his name meaning ‘my secret.”

Michael, aware of his brother’s treachery, cast the child and his soul a half a world away, sealed deep in the earth. Michael assigns two angels to watch over it, guarding it with their lives. For several millennia, the angels performed their duties diligently, until one day, humans digging in the earth, disturbed the hiding place of Raz.

The angels continued to keep a watchful eye on the humans and when they dug up his soul from the hard ground, the angels felt the earth rumble beneath them. They reported back to Michael with these developments.

“One of you stay with it at all times. Do not let it out of your sight.” Commanded Michael.

For hundreds of years more, the stone bounced from owner to owner, until it’s current residence in America.

The angels quickly discovered that a stone of this quality and monetary value made it not only of high interest in the heavens but among the wealthy on earth. Protecting it had led the angels to find unconventional means of staying close, vessel occupation being the most effective.  When the stone found its current residence at the Smithsonian Institution, the angels were delighted that it would be keep under a watchful eye in a very secure location.

The lead curator on the exhibit had been kind enough to allow one of the angels to use her as a vessel, as did the head of security. With these two key positions being maintained by the angels, they were certain the stone was safe from anyone trying to steal it, whether it be for monetary gain or a more ominous one.


“So get this.” Sam starts off breakfast with a bang. “Someone stole the Hope Diamond from the Smithsonian. How does that even happen?”

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hamelin-born  asked:

Fic Prompt: Coldwave, Zombies.

Fic: Staying Alive - AO3 link
Fandom: Flash, LOT, Arrow
Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart, unproven allegations of Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Summary: “– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”

(the great coldwave romance of the zombie apocalypse)

A/N: Have you ever had an idea, gone “heh, that would be funny, I’ve always wanted to try writing one of those” and then it eats your brain? This is it.

…honestly, with the zombie apocalypse theme, I really should have predicted it.


———The End———

“– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”

———The Beginning———

Consciousness comes swiftly, as it always does, but Len yawns and stretches lazily anyway. He doesn’t have anything serious planned for today: Lisa’s off doing some ‘team bonding’ thing with the new Rogues he’s recruited, by which she means she took them to that Caribbean island resort beach house that Len won in a high stakes poker game against a Family don once to kick back, drink margaritas, and demonstrate to them the value of staying in rather than out. Len’s the vinegar, Lisa’s the honey; they work well together that way.

Naturally, Len is going nowhere near that stupid island when it’s this hot; he would have agreed to go if Mick was going, because Mick would have kept people (Lisa) from badgering him about leaving the air-conditioned house to go swimming or something stupid like that, but Mick had been lured away by a fireworks convention (why are there fireworks conventions? Why? Is it specifically designed to lure in pyrophiliac arsonists? Except no, Len checked it out, it’s apparently legit and just run by fireworks companies, pyrotechnics experts, and people who like things that go boom) all the way over on the East Coast, so Len’s all by himself.

He finds he likes that state so much more when it’s voluntary.

Still, biology can’t be denied: he’s definitely awake now.

Yawning again, he pads over to the kitchenette they’ve set up in the warehouse to make himself a cup of coffee, flicking on the TV as he does.

“Scenes of chaos break out internationally as what can only be described as zombies terrorize cities and towns around the globe,” the reporter says as violence plays out behind her. “No one knows where this plague came from, but the simultaneous outbreak in multiple locations has been definitively determined to be an act of bio-terrorism. Governments around the globe have deployed the military and information is limited. Interstate and international communications are being shut down as we speak. We don’t know how much long we will be able to continue reporting –”

The TV crackled, static-y, and abruptly cut out.

“Well,” Len says, reaching out to flick the coffee maker back off before it’s finished making the coffee. “Shit.”

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The ABCs of Death 2

I figured I’d take a different tack with this one, considering it has such a large scope for an anthology film, and give my thoughts on each short separately, assigning it either a PASS or a FAIL. I did see the first one and was thoroughly underwhelmed, as there was an equal number of passes and fails; but hey, maybe this one will serve as a much-needed improvement. Honestly, the boring opening with the Suspiria rip-off stock-standard music didn’t do much to get me in the mood. But without further ado…

A is for Amateur

Directed by E.L. Katz

This tale about an amateur hitman trying to bump off what I guessed was an amatuer porn baron (which, if it is, great title parallel) has already set a pretty high bar. It’s slick, stylish, but most importantly ultimately very funny and creative. My first exposure to E.L. Katz’s work was Cheap Thrills which I wanted to like but it ultimately left me cold, so it’s nice to feel enthusiastic about this short here. It makes me excited for his upcoming Netflix movie that’s to be released this year.


B is for Beaver

Directed by Julian Barratt

I’m a sucker for the found-footage genre, and I found this short to be amusing for the most part. The whole trope of the narcissistic TV presenter who hounds his crew is done very well here. Personally, my only problem is really that it doesn’t hold up technically. The special effects are a bit hoaky and the sound mixing’s a bit iffy, which I wouldn’t call out except found-footage is a genre that tends to rely on some kind of artificial sense of realism. The punch-line at the end was a bit forced as well. Nevertheless, I still think it suceeds at what it sets out to do, as I did say it still managed to be amusing.


C is for Capital Punishment

Directed by Julian Gilbey

An interesting little short about a small town that enacts vigilante justice on a supposed child-killer. It’s well shot, well acted and the gore effects are nice and over-the-top. The ending was a bit so-so, being rather predictable, but that’s no reason to condemn the whole thing.


D is for Deloused

Directed by Robert Morgan

This one is so fucking surreal and unsettling that I love it. It’s everything a horror short should be. The art-style and animation evoked a Hellraiser by way of Dario Argento kind of vibe, featuring a colourful aesthetic and heaps of interesting creature design. The animated shorts always tend to stand out, with Lee Hardcastle’s T for Toilet being one of the best of the last movie, and this is no exception. It could literally be its own feature length film, and I would not be opposed to the idea at all.


E is for Equilibrium

Directed by Alejandro Brugues

Quirk and tone seems to be the name-of-the-game here, as two castaways find themselves at odds with each other when a beautiful woman washes ashore. The cinematography is fantastic, with some great camerawork and a clever use of colours to show the characters’ descent into madness. The ending is also very funny, and not what I expected at all.


F is for Falling

Directed by Aharon Keshales and Navot Papushado

An israeli soldier has parachuted into a tree, only to be confronted by an Arab boy with a rifle. Honestly, this once just feels aimless. It’s well shot, but the tone is all over the place and it just ends up being really silly, not to mention that this is the first of the shorts where the bad acting really starts to show. It’s not an awful short, but it’s the first dip in quality.


G is for Grandad

Directed by Jim Hoskings

Oh god, the acting in this. This short revolves around an old man and his grandson drinking by the fireplace. The actor playing the grandson is just… so bad… The whole thing has a Greasy Strangler vibe (mainly because Jim Hosking’s only feature is The Greasy Strangler), except it feels like it was written seconds before shooting started, because it’s just nonsense. There’s no point to it. It’s just shock for shock’s sake, which is ultimately how I ended up feeling about The Greasy Strangler, to be honest.


H is for Head Games

Directed by Bill Plympton

This one’s obviously metaphorical, and if the not-so-subtle commentary on relationships and how both parties can destroy each other by playing the titular headgames doesn’t grab you, the animation style will, even if the short visibly struggles to fill its short running time.


I is for Invincible

Directed by Erik Matti

This felt like it was directed by Sam Raimi, with the over-the-top makeup effects and camera-angles. This segment, about a family trying to kill their demonically possessed grandmother to collect the inheritance was the kind of devilish fun I was hoping for from this movie. It’s got a lot of energy to it, thanks to a great cast, even if the lighting is a bit flat and the ending’s a little abrupt.


J is for Jesus

Directed by Dennison Ramalho

A father hires a private investigator to observe and kidnap his son for reasons that are both darkly comedic and bleak. This one’s really sold by a clever script and some decent acting. The cinematography’s a bit uninspired and the ending’s a bit predictable, but the story is solid and the short makes for an interesting watch overall.


K is for Knell

Directed by Kristina Buozyte and Bruno Samper

Beautifully shot and lit, employing a warm colour pallete, this short about a mysterious apparition in the sky causing the residents of an apartment building to go insane and kill each other is hypnotic and vivid. The sound design aids the suspenseful atmosphere, which is unfortunately let down somewhat by the hokay supernatural angle which ultimately doesn’t go anywhere. That said, on a purely technical level, this is definitely one of the best shorts.


L is for Legacy

Directed by Lancelot Imasuen

Some truly obnoxious editing really lets down what would otherwise be an interesting short about an african tribe and the scheming that occurs within, causing a beast to emerge. Not only do the constant cuts and whatnot make the story hard to follow, but they really do no favours to the aformentioned beast, which is clearly a bloke in a costume stomping around, causing people to turn into really bad photoshop effects. Once again, not a terrible short, but not exactly worth the watch either.


M is for Masticate

Directed by Robert Boocheck

Gaining entry into the movie via the winning of a contest, this slow-mo horror show is hilarious, chronicling the journey of a madman on bath-salts as he tries to eat his way through a group of bystanders. My only beef with it is that I have a pet-peeve against obvious contact lenses, but that’s because I’m a prick. The short is still insanely well done.


N is for Nexus

Directed by Larry Fessenden

It’s Halloween, and some poor bloke is running late to meet his girlfriend. What transpires is a Rube Goldberg-esque sequence of events shot like a music-video. There’s not much to say about this one. You can pretty much guess how it’s going to play out, but the presentation is good enough that you won’t get bored watching it. Bonus points for the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to You’re Next.


O is for Ochlocracy (Mob Rule)

Directed by Hajime Ohata

This is fucking brilliant. In the aftermath of a zombie apocalypse, the living dead, who’re capable of cohesive thought thanks to a new wonder-drug, mobilise and begin to put humans on trial in a courtroom where they sentence the survivors accordingly for their barbarism. It’s an interesting subversion on a seemingly tired genre that makes up for its lack of visual style by heaping on a large amount of wit and cleverness that always keeps you guessing. This feels like it should be a feature film. If I had the money, I would fund in a reanimated hearbeat (because I would have to have sold my kidneys).


P is for P-P-P-P Scary!

Directed by Todd Rohal

More like P is for P-P-P-P I couldn’t think of a word starting with P, so I contrived this weird homage to the Three Stooges in which three bandits on the run encounter what looks like Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade and his fucked up baby. I don’t know, I appreciated the visual style, but once again, it’s another short that has no point and never goes anywhere. It’s not interesting, let alone scary or funny.


Q is for Questionnaire

Directed by Rodney Ascher

This one was probably the most unpredictable of the shorts. It’s insanely well-written and acted, and it’s nice that it’s not initially obvious at all where the violence is going to come from, plus the gore effects are decent and the ending is staged perfectly.


R is for Roulette

Directed by Marvin Kren

Eeeeh, this is another one I’m not too enthusiastic about. Technically, it’s not bad. It’s well shot and the art-direction is interesting, not to mention the acting’s not terrible either. The problem is that the premise isn’t really suited to a short film. It’s a game of Russian Roulette, but there’s a lack of context and emotional weight. When the big twist happens, I couldn’t tell you why it happened or why you should care.


S is for Split

Directed by Juan Martinez Moreno

The short is easily the best edited of the bunch. The colour-correction and the whole Brian De Palma-esque split-screen technique is used to really unsettling effect. Unfortunately the short, with its extremely clever premise and execution, is let down by some bad acting and make-up effects, but I think the end-twist makes up for it somewhat, so it does eke over that edge.


T is for Torture Porn

Directed by Jen and Sylvia Soska

I have not seen a Soska Sisters production yet, but their reputation certainly preceeds them, and this is what I assume a movie of theirs would look like. They try for suspense, but they give away the twist way too early, at which point it pretty much devolves into a strobe-fest that plays out exactly how you’d expect. It’s perfectly serviceable, but it’s nowhere near as clever, funny or engaging as the majority of these shorts.


U is for Utopia

Directed by Vincenzo Natali

The premise is very Twilight Zone. Chances are you’ve seen something like it before. The casting is really what makes it work though, particularly with regards to the main character, who you genuinely feel sorry for even though you know exactly what’s coming to him. Not to mention the visual aesthetic is interesting. It was very reminsicient of the Robocop remake, which is definitely a way to go.


V is for Vacation

Directed by Jerome Sable

H is for HANG UP THE FUCKING PHONE!!! Man, you wanna talk shock value? This one takes a predictable premise and tries to make it work by making it as repugnant as humanly possible. I was just bored and repulsed with this one. There was nothing clever about it. The only thing I’d note is the guy playing the obnoxious friend was so over-the-top that he was actually kinda great. That said, this is probably my least favourite of them.


W is for Wish

Directed by Steve Kostanski

80s Nostalgia never gets old, and this He-Man parody is perfectly cheesy and over-the-top with the bad acting and great special effects. It’s like a self-aware version of the Cannon Masters of the Universe. Another one that I would be more than happy to see a feature made out of, even with the incredibly dark as fuck ending.


X is for Xylophone

Directed by Julien Maury and Alexandre Bustillo

Jesus Christ, guess where this one’s going. If it takes you more than a second, you probaby wrote this short. It’s another one that’s technically well-made, but with an entirely predictable premise that it tries to overcome with shock value. It’s a shame, because the effects are good and that last image should be haunting, but we all saw it coming.


Y is for Youth

Directed by Soichi Umezawa

There’s nothing better than a good J-horror, is there? There’s so much visual creativity to this striking short about a young girl venting about her neglectful parents as we see her dark thoughts visualised to surreal effect. It’s so great to see that this one doesn’t rely on shock-value either, with an ending that’s restrained yet still poignant. Definitely one of my favourites.


Z is for Zygote

Directed by Chris Nash

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. They certainly saved the weirdest for last. Issues of neglect take a very insanely literal and absurd turn. The special effects are sickening, the acting is great and the cinematography is evocative as hell. That said, I think what really makes this work is the sound design. Holy shit, the sound design in this short makes it the most unsettling of the bunch. It’s definitely a strong note to end the film on.



I found myself enjoying this one a lot more than the first. There was a lot more creativity on show, with a smaller number of shorts relying solely on shock value. Perhaps I had written this series off a bit too quickly. Maybe a third one would be absolutely perfect. Who knows?

honeywhatthefuck  asked:

Can you write a imagine for me? "Of course I'm not afraid!" + fluffy + Jackson Wang. Thank you, have a nice weekend 💙

Lazying around in the apartment during the weekends is your favorite thing to do, especially if it is with your one and only, Jackson. It can range from watching dramas all day, or be in between the sheets all day. But of course, you enjoy every single thing you guys do together, and today, it is just another day of being in front of the television, watching dramas.

“Baby, want some popcorn? ” He shouts, as you hear shuffles coming from the kitchen. You snuggle into the couch to a more comfortable position, before answering.

“Yeah, sure.”

You watch the drama running, showing a scene of a couple on a romantic date, holding their hands and walking down the flowery garden path. You suddenly feel a dip on the couch and the sound of a bowl hit the table, before someone snuggles closer to your body.

“Ahh so warm…”

Jackson sighs and puts his body on top of yours, peppering your neck and face with small kisses, his hand wrapped around your waist. You can feel his body heat, because he is literally shirtless, right on top of you.

“This is nice,” you mumble and pull him closer.

“Yeah, having you here is nice. And being with you is so much better than alone,” he continues, smiling sweetly. His warm breaths hit your skin, making you tingle.

You are totally absorbed into the drama, not noticing that Jackson is staring at you.

“Y/N, let’s do something else. I’ve seen this for like a thousand times already,” he whines and pouts his lips to get your attention.

You turn your face towards him, before asking him in a cute voice.

“Okay, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s play a game! Rock, paper, scissors.” He says excitedly as he gets up, sitting next to you, legs folded.

You stare at him, giving him the ‘are you serious’ look. He wiggles his eyebrows before continuing.

“But, with a twist. The loser needs to compliment the other person, how about that?” He suggests, still pouting to appear cute to you.

“You know I can never say no to that cute face,” you mumble. His face lights up before he puts his hand at his back, already preparing for the game.

“Ready? Rock, paper, scissors!”

You stare at your hand, curled into a fist, and his hand making the scissors.

“Aha! I win, so what’s your compliment?” You shout in triumph.

He smirks before saying, “You look cute when you sneeze.”

“I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or not, Jackson.”

“What? I’m serious okay? How dare you push my compliment away,” he furrows his eyebrows playfully, before you punch his arm lightly.

“Okay okay, thanks for the compliment,” you smile and tilt your head, putting your hand behind your back.

“Let’s continue. Rock, paper, scissors! ”

This time, he wins the round, making him giggle like a school girl, waiting for your compliment.

“I like your eyes. It’s expressive and beautiful, can’t help but to stare,” you say as you tilt your body forward, leaning in to look into his brown eyes, watching as his eyes dilate.

“Kyaaaah, you’re cute!” He exclaims happily, pinching your rosy cheeks before continuing the game.

“Now now, next round. Rock, paper, scissors!”

“Give me my compliment,” you happily chirp after winning.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never run out of compliments about you. Okay, this might sounds unbelievable but you always, I mean, always look beautiful, even though you just woke up with that nest hair, I find you breathtakingly beautiful every time I look at you.”

“Jackson…” you are touched by that compliment. He sounds so sincere and you do not even know what you did in your past life to deserve this loving man, admiring every single inch of your body and your personality.

“Aww don’t cry!” He quickly squish your cheeks, making cute expressions.

“Now, next round! Rock, paper, scissors!” He suddenly says, catching you off guard.

“I lose again?” You stare at the scissors in your hand.

“It looks like it. I’m waiting~” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around his broad chest.

“I love you,” you whisper, hiding a blush on your face. You look away from his face, completely facing the television.

“Love you too,” he pulls you into a hug and kisses your cheek.

“But I ask for a compliment, not a confession,” he raises his eyebrows, wanting the answer.

“I think you’re such a funny person, but at the same time, serious and considerate. I love that about you.” You answer shyly.

“Awww baby that’s sweet,” he hyperventilates and pulls you again into a hug and kisses your cheek.

He really loves pulling you into his embrace, kissing you all over, and saying I love you to your ear. He wants to remind you that you are important to him, and you meant the world. He loves feeling your skin, your curves, and traces on your facial features, even though sometimes you feel insecure about yourself, but Jackson never fails to make you feel like a queen.

“Okay now, let’s play something new. Take this popcorn and try to throw it inside my mouth. If you fail, you need to kiss me.
And vice versa,” he suggests again, smiling cockily.

“What exactly are you trying to pull here, Jackson?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing babe…I just wanna spend some quality time playing games with my girlfriend who I love so much, is that wrong?” His expression turns sad, making you feel bad. You quickly hold his hands and squeeze it lightly.

“Just joking~ Come on, let’s continue,” you take the popcorn bowl and put it on your lap. You take one of the popcorn and aim to his mouth. He moves further from you, making the game more difficult.

“Okay, ready,” you say before throwing the popcorn to his mouth, in which, it fell to his lap, causing you to groan in disappointment.

Jackson puckers his plump lips, waiting for your kiss. You roll your eyes, and gives his lips a soft peck.

“Your lips is sweet,” he winks before taking a popcorn from the bowl on your lap, and aims it to your mouth.

“Okay, I’m going to throw this,” he says. Seconds later, you feel the popcorn being thrown to your forehead.

“Jackson! You did it on purpose aren’t you?” You get angry playfully, furrowing your brows together. He laughs with that high pitch laugh of his at your surprised reaction.

“Well, to be honest, I just want to kiss you,” he shrugs his head and closes the distance between both of you, as you feel his moist lips come in contact with yours.

He pulls away and giggles softly. You just roll your eyes at his cuteness, and slowly take your hand to his waist and tickle him, making him cringe and laugh like a maniac.

“Y/N, stopppp!!” He laughs loudly, his eyes shut tightly, and his hands trying to swat your hands away, in which, he is successful in doing so after a couple seconds of torture from you.

“Now Y/N, don’t play rough. You know I can be rougher,” he holds your hands on top of your head, and kisses your lips again, before winking at you, knowing exactly that you know what he meant by that.

“Whatever,” you mumble. Your cheeks are burning and your heart beat quickens.

He suddenly gets up from the couch, and turns off the television. You watch Jackson just in his sweatpants, walking to a shelf near the television, grabbing a box.

“Okay, now how about some board ga–oh my God!” He throws the box away on the floor, making you startled at his sudden shriek.

“What’s the matter?!” You jump from the couch, placing the bowl on the table and slowly tiptoeing to him. You eyes scan around the scene, until you finally see the reason behind his deafening shriek. He is frozen and glued to the wall.

“You’re afraid of spiders?” You are in shock to know that your muscular and athletic boyfriend is scared of a spider. You try to muffle your laugh by biting on your lips.

Of course I’m not afraid! Just surprised, you know. I can totally feel it’s hairy legs crawling on my skin, ugh disgusting,” he defends himself, still standing at the same spot, as he looks carefully around the box, before letting a relieved sigh and pick it up.

“Now, forget about that. Let’s play this!” He tries to change the topic, and quickly drags you to sit on the floor, as he takes out the snakes and ladder board. You smile mischievously at him, satisfied that you finally know his weakness that he tried to hide for so long.

“Okay, you throw the dice fir-why are you smirking? What are you planning huh?” He realizes you are smirking at him, an idea springs into your mind.

“The winner get to ask the loser to do anything, literally anything. Give me the dice, ” you take the dices from his hand, and throw them on the board.

“Deal! Let’s see who wins,” he smiles smugly, completely oblivious to what is in store for him.

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It’s done! Can you imagine, spending the day with Jackson, playing games, having fun? omg that’s my dream date right there

I hope you like it! <3

Originally posted by jypnior

Top 6 Reasons Why Legally Blonde Is An Awesomely Feminist Film

When I first saw Legally Blonde, back in 2005, it instantly became my favorite movie.  Elle Woods was bubbly, sweet, intelligent, caring, hard-working, determined, passionate, and I adored her.  While recently re-watching the film, I recognized a lot of feminist aspects within the storyline and character development.  Honestly, I’m surprised that the film hasn’t gotten more recognition for being the uniquely feminist film that it is.  So, here are my top 6 reasons that Legally Blonde rocks as a feminist film (Warning: spoilers!):

1. Elle Woods gets into (and graduates from) Harvard Law School

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After deciding she wants to attend Harvard Law, Elle studies extremely hard and gets several points above the minimum LSAT score for acceptance to Harvard.  While at Harvard, she works diligently to pass her classes and get an extremely prestigious internship.  She excels in a field that is dominated by men.  She’s an intelligent and hard-working woman, which is part of what makes her a great female character.

2. Elle Woods survives a bad breakup, and moves on

How often do we see a female character in an off-again on-again relationship?  How often do we see one passionate kiss in the rain negate all the of guy’s previous obnoxious behaviors and comments because He Really Did Love Her All Along and They Really Are Meant To Be Together?

And then how often do we see a woman go through all her emotions of missing him and then realize what a jerk he actually was and how much better off she is without him?  Not often, especially if she’s the dumpee.  And when she does move on, it’s almost always directly into the arms of another man.  But Elle is better than that.  She absolutely goes through a long grieving process post-breakup, and what inspires her to attend Harvard is actually the thought of winning back her now ex, but soon she realizes that he’ll never appreciate her.  No matter how amazing she is, he’ll never see it.  And then she decides to kick ass at Harvard, for no one else but herself.

3. Elle Woods struggles.  A lot.  And then she kicks ass again.

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Throughout her journey at Harvard, Elle gets judged, underestimated, and ridiculed.  She leaves one of her classes close to tears on the first day.  But she goes back to it, works hard, and excels.  During the internship, her supervisor hits on her, which causes her to question why he gave her the internship in the first place.  Each of these experiences cause her to doubt herself and her abilities, just as they would affect us if we experienced them.  She’s not an eternally stoic fighter made of steel and kevlar.  She’s a human being with insecurities and fears like everyone else.  And we see her experience all these emotions, and then decide to go back and continue working hard.  Like many women in male-dominated fields, Elle experiences a lot of sexism.  Other characters view her as stupid, vain, gullible, bitchy, and/or just someone to sleep with.  They assume she got the internship because of her looks instead of her grades.  Although these judgements affect her, she doesn’t let them stop her.

4. Elle Woods becomes close friends with a woman she had previously hated

Elle’s original plan at Harvard was to win her ex back.  So when she discovers that over the summer he had gotten engaged to Vivian Kensington (played by Selma Blair), Elle instantly sees Vivian as a nemesis.  However, after a period of animosity, Elle and Vivian eventually start chatting openly to each other about the sexism they experience during the internship.  Soon, they become close friends.  This is a great dynamic that’s rarely incorporated into movies or TV shows.  The female antagonist tends to stay the female antagonist until she’s defeated by the protagonist’s superior intelligence.  They rarely join forces and support each other.  This development also shows Elle’s character as fallible.  Although she’s the protagonist, she’s capable of unfairly judging others too.  We get to see her mature, outgrowing those judgements and forming new friendships.

5. Without getting caught in a love triangle, Elle Woods finds love again

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Elle does end up with Emmett Richmond, a TA from one of her classes, but it’s not a really big part of the plot.  The movie, as is Elle’s college life, is all about Harvard and winning the case in the internship.  Her romantic relationship develops naturally and without drama, as she and Emmett gradually get to know each other.

6. Elle Woods completely defies the “boring bitchy barbie” stereotype

Unfortunately we still live in a culture that defines women based on their appearance.  In popular media, women who are well put together and attractive are also bitchy and selfish.  Women who are optimistic and bubbly are also stupid and clueless.  Women who enjoy shopping and manicures are also vapid and boring.  Women who look forward to marriage have no other goals in life.

But in Legally Blonde, Elle Woods defies all these stereotypes.  She’s kind and compassionate, and she rarely criticizes anyone.  She’s actually incredibly supportive of every other woman she meets, regardless of their social status, age, and appearance.  She helps her manicurist get her precious dog back from her ex, she fiercely defends an innocent woman charged with murder, and she supports Vivian in dealing with an incredibly sexist supervisor.  As for being “stupid”, Elle graduates summa cum laude from Harvard.  And while her new boyfriend will soon become her husband, she’s also looking forward to “being a partner at a law firm by the time [she’s] 30."  Elle Woods is a multidimensional character with many interests.  Her enjoyment of colorful stylish clothes and pampering activities do not detract from her personality or humanity.  Her girlishness does not detract from her intelligence.  Just like women in real life, her unique qualities compliment each other and become her strengths.