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10 movies to watch when you’re broken

1. Her (2013) dir Spike Jonze

This movie is so great and it’s soooooo tumblr. Spike Jonze is a really fabulous director and his movies are always so beautiful. This movie takes place in a somewhat futuristic version of LA and it is about Theodore, a greeting card writer who falls in love with his operating system. It is silly. Silly movies rule.
You’ve totally seen these pics on tumblr.

2. Lost in Translation (2003) Dir. Sophia Coppola

Lost in Translation is a movie that, if you haven’t seen already, you have to watch like directly after Her because the directors were married and divorced in 2004. This movie is said to be reminiscent of their crumbling relationship, Spike Jonze being Bill Murray’s character and Sophia being Scarlet’s. Her is said to be Spike Jonze’s reaction to this film. ScarJo is such a bae.
“A faded movie star and a neglected young woman form an unlikely bond after crossing paths in Tokyo.”

3. Lars and the Real Girl (2007) Dir. Craig Gillespie

This movie is VERY important because it has Ryan Gosling in his chubbiest, dorkiest form and that’s something everyone has to see. It follows a similar premise to Her, except instead of being in love with an OS he’s in love with a sex doll. Exciting. 

4. Blue Valentine (2010) Dir. Derek Cianfrance

This film also has Ryan Gosling in it so clearly it’s fab. This is the type of movie that leaves you thinking about every relationship in your life forever. It inter-cuts between the beginning of a marriage and the end. “You said for better or for worse. You said that. You said it. It was a promise. Now, this is my worst, okay?”

5. The Place Beyond the Pines (2013) Dir. Derek Cianfrance

OKAY! IT’S ANOTHER RYAN GOSLING FILM! I still don’t really know how I feel about this movie as a whole, but it’s really beautiful and Ryan Gosling is in his prime in this film. It’s essentially a three part movie. It also has Bradley Cooper and Dean DeHaan in it so that’s three reasons you should watch it. The cinematography is A+ also. 

6. Palo Alto (2014) Dir. Gia Coppola

Palo Alto is the type of movie that’s honestly about nothing, but I found that it’s the only film about adolescence that actually captures how it feels to be so heartbroken, confused and lost for no real reason. The cast is stunning! It has that ‘first film’ vibe as well which I think aids the film. 

7. Beasts of the Southern Wild (2012) Dir. Benh Zeitlin

Another first film for the director. Beasts of the Southern Wild is a stunning film. It’s very very emotional as well. Be prepared to cry. 

8. Moonrise Kingdom (2012) Dir Wes Anderson aka King of film

You either love Wes Anderson or you hate him. I personally love him. Moonrise Kingdom is so perfectly awkward. It’s great to watch when you’re sad because it’s funny in a way that’s not too in your face. It’s the perfect relief to your sadness.

9. Clueless (1995) Dir Amy Heckerling

After you’ve watched Moonrise, you’re ready for something light. That something light is Clueless. You can use Cher’s “as if!” attitude to get over whatever has led you to this list or to this blog. 

10. Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) Dir Wes Anderson

Another movie by king Wes. It’s the perfect quirk fest and it features Ralph Fiennes in a really quirky role which is surprising. It’s funny but not a comedy and I love it. Again, Cinematography rules.

Movie Poster Remake: Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) Directed by David Lynch


As of: June 12, 2017


Netflix and chill?

“I’m coming over for cuddles and kisses.”

“I’m living every girls dream.”


“I can make an exception for you.” (Halloween)

“Chillin’ by the fire.”

Date Night

“I don’t care if I get sick.”

“Chivalry is dead, but you’re still kinda cute.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re sleeping.”

“No hints, sorry.” (Christmas)

“Morning beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is my business.”

“Be the strong girl that I know you are.”

“I believe in you, and you should believe in yourself.”

“Baby Food Challenge.”

“I’m so glad I can finally call you mine.”

“I’m catching feelings.”

“I love every inch of your body.”

“I need to know that you’re okay.”


“I don’t like when we fight.”

“I hope you’re not mad at me.”

Day of Filming

“Come with us.”

“I have a huge surprise.”

“Please prove them wrong.”

“Happy New Year.”

“This is gonna be a long night.”

Late Night Dance Party

“Thank you for being here.”

“I love you so much already.”

First Date (Preference)

“It’s time for us to take the next step.”

“I cherish our friendship more than anything.”

“Any time would’ve been a good time.”

“I promise they’ll love you.”

“You should smile more.”

“I could really use a cuddle.”

“Babe, is everything okay?”

“I just wanted us to have a lazy day together.”

“How can you love something so broken?”

“Boyfriend buys my clothes.”

“You haven’t told him yet?”


“You’re the best, you know that?”

“I’m here for you always. You know that.”


“Who’s tryna get bit?” (Halloween)

“You should probably stay a couple more days.”

 “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’ve gotta mark my territory.”

“But you know I like to spoil you.”

“C’mon, let’s go.”

Dear John

“Everyone is Going to Love You.” (Christmas)

“You didn’t tell me you were twins.”

“It’s just a movie.”

“It’s like you don’t even know who I am.”

Night of Relaxation

“I think it’s time to confirm everything.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Were you out with another guy?”

“You shouldn’t be scared to tell me things.”

“Girlfriend vs. Brother Challenge”

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about her.”

“I am so blessed I get to call you mine.”

“Are we having twins?”

“You like him, don’t you?”

Grayson fights your ex

“It was her boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Happy birthday babe.”

“I made a mistake.”

“Back off my girl.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Merry Christmas baby.”

“I just wanna cuddle right now.”

Valentine’s Day Road Trip

Rainy Day

First Date (Preference)

Tea Time

Shower Sex (Preference)

Best Friends (Preference)

“You’re not a burden.”


Hawaiian Vacation

Traveling (Preference)


“Do you forgive me?”

“Our fans ship us.”

“You’re stuck with me.”

“You need a vacation.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to Coachella.”

Target Adventure

“You had a boy over?”

“I wanna be more than friends.”

“I’ll always appreciate your company.”

Never Have I Ever

“Admit it, you like him.”

“I love you.”

“You really didn’t think I would miss your graduation, did you?”

“Clothes. Off, now.”

“I needed to clear my head.”


“Messy Trivia Challenge”

The Dizzy Challenge

“Which one would you choose?”

What’s in My Pants Challenge

Jealous, Much?

Originally posted by red-blue-velvet

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The reader is jealous of Tom and Zendaya’s relationship. However, Tom is there to reassure them.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: language, fluff, jealous!reader, reassuring!tom.

A/N: Sorry this took long to post. I’m not sure of this one and felt a little weird writing it tbh, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

In the beginning of the relationship, Tom and you were inseparable. He wasn’t overwhelmed with several acting gigs like he is now. You both were able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without too many stresses.

However, that time spent together soon started to disappear. Tom began his Spider-Man film, while you continued your everyday job, trying to fit in as many hours as you could. Yes, it was a lot you were putting on yourself, but you honestly wanted to distract yourself from not being able to have Tom with you.

You missed him.

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Haven’t Seen Her

Title: Haven’t Seen Her

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Jacksepticeye x fem!reader

Word Count: 1766 

Summary: Jack has a new girlfriend?

A/N: This story is told as the reader is female. For my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible

Originally posted by riciehmon

Jack had a new girlfriend. The internet was buzzing, his community talking about it on every form of social media. Who had managed to catch the eye of the sweet, loud, Irish boy? More importantly, how had they not noticed? The clues should have been as clear as day, not to mention all the times he mentioned you.

       The first time he mentioned you, it was a passing remark. No one really took notice of it, too occupied laughing and focused on what the Irish man was doing. Smiling, he held up a handful of containers, and a small note with scribbles on it.

       “So, I got my make up here that was so generously loaned to me. (Y/N) put a little list here for me so I knew what order to put them on.”

       The second time was a few months later, when he was doing a new and improved house tour. Not much changed, though it was always entertaining to watch the shaky camera and the happy voice accompanying it.

       “This plant is very pretty. Its not mine though, I’m just watching over it while (Y/N) visits her family.”

       Yet, the fans still didn’t seem to pick up on anything. Sure, there were a few comments here and there about what he had said, but they were buried deep in the comments section, covered by links and click bait ads.

       The third time sparked interest within his community, more and more people noticing your name popping up here and there, casually as if he had already told them who you were. Had he? Or was this a new development?

       “What’s my favourite memory of 2015? Oh, that’d have to be the time a bunch of my friends and I went on a group camping trip. It was amazing. I never really get to hang out with people as much, not that I’m complaining or anything. It was just nice to get away for the weekend. (Y/N) and I had canoed down the river, and almost got lost if it wasn’t for her being smart enough to bring a compass.”

       By now, theories began to pop up. Did Jack get a girlfriend? An old family friend? A neighbour? No one could figure it out, and Jack had given them no clues. People began writing stories, drawing art, trying to guess who you were and what you looked like. It wasn’t until the four incident, when they finally got some clue into who you were.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies. My name is Jacksepticeye!”

       Thousands of people watched in confusion as Jack sat in front of the screen, his face being the only thing seen, awe and confusion on his face as he looked off screen, and not the game that was put in the title. That wasn’t the only thing that was off. The voice of the intro, however, wasn’t his. It was a woman’s voice, melodic and teasing as she practically screamed the line he was known for. Jack laughed, slouching over the table slightly before quickly standing up, only the corner of his jaw seen of his face, whispering something to someone off screen. There was a laugh, then Jack getting pushed back into view of the camera, before the video reset, playing the intro as it should have been, as if nothing had happened. An arm, a hand, and a glimpse of hair was all they got, but it was enough to explode the internet.  

       The fifth incident was different than the others. It was a vlog, nothing too unusual for Jack to do every now and then. However, this time, he stood in front of a hair salon, his green hair faded so much it was practically yellow.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome to another vlog! I know I’ve been doing quite a few of these lately, but this time, I’ve brought you to the hairdresser! Tons of people asked me to show me going to get my haired dyed, and the process of it. And in order to not bore myself. I’ve brought along a friend!”

       There was a cheerful hello in the background, but Jack hadn’t turned the camera, the voice hidden, and the person unknown. Was this (Y/N)? The girl that had started showing up in Jacks videos more and more? The audience waited in anticipation, enjoying themselves already.

       The video continues, Jack doing things here and there, cracking a few jokes and introducing the lady who was dying his hair. However, it was soon obvious whom he had brought with him, as the same name rang out half way through, and a woman walking behind Jack as he filmed himself looking in the mirror. The mystery girl had returned. Fans eagerly watched, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. However, the only thing they got was Jack retelling a joke you had said, or repeating a funny comment while you laughed in the background. It wasn’t until the end, when you were revealed again.

       “Don’t I look soooooo pretty!”

       Jack’s voice was high pitched, hands pulling your hair so it curled over his head, which was partially dyed to match his, as he smiled sweetly into the camera. You laughed from behind him, quickly stealing the camera, and your hair back, from his hands and flipping the camera to filming him. However, the camera had turned to your face, and for a split second, the world saw your face.

       Twitter blew up minutes after the vlog was posted, the hashtag #WhoIsJack’sNewGirlfriend? spread like wildfire, single shots of your blurry face everywhere.

       The sixth mention, wasn’t as much as a mention, but more a video. The video was titled “HAPPY WHEELS CHALLENGE…WITH A GUEST?!?!”, no mention of who it was, or if they had been on a video with him before. Fans spectated the video, starting with the intro, just as it always was. However, the camera was placed differently, so that Jack was completely visible till his waist. His arms were behind him, and two smaller hands replaced them, high-fiving the air beside the camera. Jack laughed as the hand totally failed, but continued to do his intro.

       "Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to…HAPPY WHEELS! I have a very special guest with me today, (Y/N)! And this is a very stupid video we decided to do, because why not?! I’m going to have my arms behind my back, and (Y/N) is going to control the game for me, but she can’t see a thing! Hopefully this wont be a total disaster!“

       The video was full of laughs, screams, and Jacks new hands smacking his shoulder several times, which just made them laugh harder. It was hard not to laugh along, especially when Jack kept screaming while (Y/N) tried to do a spike fall. The fans hoped that they could at least see a small view of your face, however, Jacks back and shoulders covered everything that could have been seen.

       The seventh and final instance, was when the truth came out.

       Jack was filming another reading your comments video, a half a year after you were first mentioned. He started the first few as he normally did, a few silly one, a few serious ones with silly answers, and one serious one. And then, the moment of truth.

“Jack, can you please tell us who (Y/N) is? You’ve mentioned her a lot recently, and I know I’m not the one wondering. I’ve seen a lot of these comments recently, and yes, I have seen them and haven’t answered them. (Y/N) is a very special person to me, and I respect her enough not to be forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to do. She enjoys her privacy, and can be shy sometimes, so I don’t want to be forcing her to sit with me on camera, or be constantly filming what we do. When (Y/N) and I hang out, I don’t have to pretend with her. Not that I’m saying I pretend when I talk to you guys, but when I film, I constantly have to make things interesting, keep the energy going. (Y/N) is my rock, and I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life. When she’s ready, maybe she’ll introduce herself to you, but for now, please don’t pressure her into anything she doesn’t want to do. If you haven’t figured it out, (Y/N) is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for almost eight months now, and honestly I’m so happy. I love her to death, and I hope you guys will love her just as much as I do. Okay, maybe not that much.”

       He ended the question with a giggle, and that was that.
       Of course you were mentioned more and more over the course of the year, Jacks face lighting up at your name and the stories he told. He apologized most of the time when a story got away from him about the two of you, but instead if receiving hate or comments that told him they didn’t want to hear stories about you, all the comments were positive. They loved hearing stories about you, about the life Jack had outside of YouTube. As soon as he started mentioning you, others did as well. Mark, Felix, and even Ken mentioned you at least once in their videos, excited for Jack and happy that he found someone to love as much as they had. Mark of course had to be the odd man out and have a whole story on one of his videos, but the fans loved it, laughing about how you got lost at the mall with them and had to huddle next to him until you two managed to find Jack again.

       It wasn’t until a year and a half later, when you were finally introduced to the world. It wasn’t a video like most hoped, a picture was what revealed you. Your face wasn’t in it completely, you were turned away, just the side of your face being seen, but Jack was full center. The pictured seemed almost better than a video when everyone saw the smiles on yours and Jacks face as he held your hand up, a ring on your ring finger sparkling in the light, did they realize that they didn’t need to see you to know that you made Jack incredibly happy. And that was enough for them.

let’s just be us

summary: based on this post by @bleebug (rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out…)

word count: ~3500

an: thanks to @swans-and-pirates for being a stellar beta! <3

Emma Swan likes to think she has it all in order.

Being an A-List celebrity is hard enough as it is, with paparazzi discovering her when she so much decides to go visit Starbucks for ten minutes. But, she has a plan and she has tricks that keep her relatively average.

Trick number one: private social media accounts.

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person: hey, w-?


person:… that’s wonderful, ma’am…but you need to get out, you’re not my only uber cust-


Bodyguard Bucky.

A/n: The title is unoriginal af, I know. Just a little thing I wrote because I saw a dvd of ‘The Bodyguard’ in a charity shop and was hit with the idea, that Bucky is your bodyguard but you’re secretly in love with him. (It is nothing like that film/play, I haven’t seen it but I looked up the plot.) I thought ‘that’ll be easy to write’, but oh my gosh, was I wrong! It’s gone through so many rewrites and had about half of the original version cut, and it has some of the same themes as other things I’ve written, but I hope it’s okay…

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: You’re secretly in love with Bucky, your bodyguard, but now he’s leaving…Whatcha gonna do?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

(Mentions of being Tony’s child, but only mentions)

Word count: 2136

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/intoxication, some angst and crying, but fluff by the end :)


As Y/N Stark, Tony Stark’s one and only child, you were obviously going to be a bit of an easy target, so since you’d finished school you’d had a bodyguard to protect you practically 24/7. The man entrusted to keep you safe for the past few years was one James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky to you, and over that time you’d like to believe that he’d come to be more of a friend than just paid protection. Apparently not though. Last week he’d announced he was to quit with no warning and that single action had sent your life into turmoil, having realised a long time ago that you were completely and utterly in love with him.

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anonymous asked:

How can you love Ariel when she gave up her voice for a man??

Because I’m a human capable of critical analysis with multiple thoughts about a piece of media, of enjoying something while acknowledging it contains ‘problematic’ content, and of just straight up just loving a film from my childhood.

Not everything you consume has to be 100% pro feminism veganism anti climate change save the whales. It’s okay to switch that side of your brain off and sing along to a Disney movie that was made 40+ years ago.

Anyway, I always saw Ariel as a fierce, strong willed and independent character. Unlike her sisters, she refused to settle for the life her father planned for her, remaining under the sea. She wanted to explore - and did. She wanted to find love - and did. Some princesses waited around (or slept) and hoped a prince would come to them, she went out and made it happen. She took a gamble for love, and I don’t think that’s inherently wrong. She’d been dreaming of escaping her life and adventuring on land for years, he was that opportunity.

Finally, she was only 16. I’m sure as heck not going to chastise her (or a film) for her decisions at that age, I know girls who did things almost as wild for a boy at 16. I still think Ariel is a confident, funny, passionate role model but I really just answered the question from a much simpler place. She was my favourite Disney princess growing up and still brings me joy to this day. It’s okay ☺🐠


“ahh Jemma Redgrave, she’s a fine looking big woman isn’t she? a big darling!” 

“now I always think that Jemma looks like she’s being embraced by a midget wearing nail polish there” *laughter* …“she’s being embraced by Imelda Staunton”..


p.s ^ Notable appearance by Louise Delamere who played Colette in Holby city, who I shipped so hard with Serena I can’t explain. And yes that is Rupert Giles s h o o k e t h. Did I mention the film also stars Charlotte Church??

*All quotes by director Craig Ferguson and some other producer dude*


La La Land is so beautiful. And the colours!!! The dancing and the singing. I’m delighted. Made me forget about the horrors of the world for 2 hours and I’m grateful for this film.

Originally posted by newtpotters

Everyone’s on twitter. Idjit.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen
Word count : 1,710
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 13 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

The first few days of Jared not seeing you at work, he accepted that. He didn’t expect you to to be around him much for a while after what had happened. When it started to hit a week of him not seeing you at work, or anywhere else, he started to wonder. “Jen?”

“Yeah?” Jensen turned from the screen he was re-watching the last scene they shot on.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

Jensen thought for a second. “No, haven’t heard from her since River’s birthday. Why? You haven’t either?”

Jared shook his head. “Not since…”

“Since Gen took you back?” Jared nodded. Jensen knew everything that happened. “I’m sure she’s around. Probably just keeping some distance for a bit. Give her time.”

“Yeah..” Jared nodded. “Yeah, maybe we just need time..” He scanned the area hoping to get a glimpse of you hurrying off somewhere at least.

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I Love You Baby

Anonymous Asked: Hey I hope you’re doing okay, I have an imagine pls if you could get round to it, it would make my year! I was thinking of you could do Bucky x reader getting to know some modern movies and watching 10 things I hate about you and then later down the line professing his love for them like in the can’t take my eyes off of you scene with all the avengers keeping the reader away until the moment and maybe joining in?? Sorry it’s so long I just love the scene and think it’s so Bucky! Good luck x

A/N: AHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THAT MOVIEEEEEEEEEE. Okay, so I basically based it completely off of the scene but obviously made it more realistic to the Avengers universe and yeah. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: fluff and cussing xx

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

Movie night was easily your favorite night with Bucky. Showing him modern films was always a joy, whether it be for his utter distaste for them or his fascination at far they’ve come visually in such a short amount of time. 

Today was one of your favorite movies, a true 90s classic and a rom-com that always left you in tears. 

“10 Things I Hate About You?” Bucky questioned, staring at the DVD case with his eyebrows raised. 

You nodded, crossing your legs on the couch and handing Bucky the bowl of popcorn. 

Bucky read the back of it quickly, “So this is like- a chick flick?” 

You threw your head back and giggled, “I guess, yeah. It’s cute though.” 

Bucky shrugged, leaning back into the couch and allowing you to cuddle into his side. 

You listened to Bucky’s soft chuckles as the movie went on, throwing his arms up in frustration at Joey’s plan to pay Patrick to date Kat, and watching intently with a smile on his face as Patrick sang to Kat on the football field. 

“Do you like the movie?” You asked towards the end.  

“Shush.” Bucky said, now leaned forward on his knees and listening to Kat’s poem. 

Soon enough, the movie ended and you sniffled as you heard the poem yet again. Bucky leaned back, “So he still gets the girl?” 

“Yes, because he fell in love with her and she with him.” You explained, putting the now empty bowl of popcorn on the table and turning on the lights. Now you could see Bucky’s facial expression a bit more clearly, seeing the pondering look across his face. 

You plopped down beside him, “Whatcha thinking about?” 

He broke out of his thought, “Nothing much.” 

Bucky and you hadn’t been dating long. A couple months at most, you weren’t really keeping track. With him, you just lived day to day without really over thinking anything. You were happy, of course, and you certainly missed him when he was gone. 

You enjoyed having him around. He asked you out not long after you joined the Avengers, and from there you two were practically joined at the hip. You went to bed that night with a smile on your face.

A couple days passed and you noticed Bucky had become slightly distant. You’d walk into the room and he’d walk out without so much as a glance your direction. You’d try to talk to him and he’d give you a nervous smile and walk away. 

“I think he wants to break up.” You said to Sam one night on the balcony, looking at the cars passing beneath you. 

“No, he doesn’t. Trust me. He’s just going through some stuff.” Sam said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Why can’t he talk to me about it?” 

“You’ll find out soon enough.” 

At one point you walked in on everyone in the kitchen, whispering about something then stopping suddenly as they noticed your presence. 

“What’s going o-” your sentence was cut off by chairs scraping against the ground. 

“No time to talk, (Y/N). Gotta go train.” Bucky said, kissing your cheek and rushing out of the room. 

You went to follow him out but was stopped by Natasha and Wanda pulling you back into the kitchen. “Guys I-” 

“No, no. We’re going to go up to my room and, uh, you’re gonna help me pick out an outfit for a date I have tonight!” Natasha yelled, looking at Wanda nervously. You furrowed your brows, “Date?” 

“Yeah! For tonight. Come now, I don’t want to be late.” 

You felt them pulling you towards the stairs while your feet clumsily followed, still unsure about what was going on with Bucky. 

Steve and Sam avoided your eyes and stared down at the table as you passed, causing you to glare at them with your mind filling with unanswered questions. 

As you made it up to Natasha’s room, she threw open the closet and started pulling out various items of clothing that you hadn’t a clue she had. Wanda sat down on the bed, crossing her legs and leaning backward, “How about that cute blue one? With the open back?” 

Natasha shook her head, “No. It’s too bright. It’s look good on (Y/N), though.” 

“What do I have to do with anything?” You muttered, crossing your arms as Nat grabbed the dress they were talking about. You stared in disbelief as she handed you the dress with a smirk. 

“You don’t, but put it on anyway. For future reference.” Wanda said, her sentence thick with her accent. 

You threw your head back with a groan, slipping off your shirt and pants and putting on the dress. 

Natasha clapped with glee as you zipped up the lower back of the dress. “I thought you were the one with the date!” 

“This is more fun.” Natasha giggled, pulling you down and sitting you in front of the mirror. “Whoa! What’s with the make up?” You said loudly as she pulled out a dark brown liquid lipstick. 

“Shush. Let me work my magic.” 

Your mind was exploding as you puckered your lips and allowed Nat to apply lipstick. You didn’t know why you complied so easily, but the feeling in your gut told you to play along and maybe you’d find answers as to why Bucky was acting the way he was. 

Natasha quickly applied some mascara to your eyelashes and smiled brightly at you. “Will somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?” 

When neither of the girls said a word, you stood up and promptly walked out of the room. You were confused as to why neither of them stopped you, but you furrowed your brows and walked down the stairs quickly. 

“Hey!” Steve stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking you up and down when he noticed your attire. “Wow- you look gorgeous.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go talk to Bucky.” You said stiffly, feeling the bottom of the dress drag along the wooden floors with your feet. Steve ran quickly in front of you, “No!” 

You turned abruptly and allowed your eyes to turn to slits, “What?” 

“Do you know any recipes for banana bread?” Steve hands were out in front of him and his face turned into an awkward toothy smile.

“I’m gonna kill you.” You walked away and as you glanced back, you saw Steve pulling out his phone quickly and almost dropping it. 

You walked through the corridors of the building and towards the gym, the dress flowing behind you. 

Just as you rounded the corner to the gym, Tony stepped in your way. “Hey, how you doing babe?” 

“I’m attempting to find my boyfriend.” 

“I need help with something!” Tony said, blocking you with every step. 

“What? What could you possibly need that’s so important?” 

Tony’s foot tapped anxiously against the tile as he looked around the room. “Uhm…” 

You glared and crossed your arms over your chest. Tony gave a sheepish grin as he tapped his watch and allowed the hand from his suit to wrap around his flesh. “Does this look like it’s working alright to you?” 

Tony shot out from his hand, a ball of energy flying out from the circle and through the wall, leaving a perfect rounded shape with burnt edges. 

“Tony what the fuck?!” You said after you had ducked, staring at the wall. 

“Hm, I guess it works fine.” 

You stomped away angrily, wondering what exactly was up with everyone in the building. You spotted the gym doors and walked through quickly, noticing immediately the echos of your steps and the emptiness of the room. 

“Bucky?” You called out, furrowing your brows and spinning around to see he was gone. 

You sighed, rubbing your temples to get rid of your ache. You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening with everyone, they all acted weird and you wanted answers. 

As if on cue, you heard a deep voice singing softly. “You’re just too good to be true.” 

Your head whipped around and you saw Bucky with a suit on and his, his hands holding a microphone and standing perfectly in the center of the room. “Can’t take my eyes off of you…” 

Your jaw dropped open as he continued to sing, his voice actually quite good and you hadn’t a clue he could actually sing. Images of the movie rushed through your head, a grin stretching across your face as you realized what he was doing. 

Wheels scratched against the floor and a chair swept you off of your feet that Steve and Sam pushed together. You laughed as the spun you around and the music picked up. 

“I love you baby!” Bucky rushed towards you, sliding on his knees and stopping at your feet. All of your attention was on him at this point, a smile across your face as you were completely oblivious to everything happening around you. 

The music continued to play as Bucky slid closer to you and finished singing, dropping the mic and taking your hands in his. 

“I love you.” Bucky said simply, his chest heaving and his forehead glistening. 

You looked around, seeing everyone standing nearby with sheepish grins on their faces. “Hey… you weren’t training.” You said, earning a laugh from everyone. 

Suddenly you were able to put everything together. The dress, the stalling, the distance from Bucky. You almost leaped out of your chair with joy as you realized that Bucky was saying that he loved you. He wasn’t going to leave you. 

Your heart bubbled with love as you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders and allowing a couple of tears to slip from your eyes. “You scared me, I thought you were going to leave me.” 

Bucky took your head in between his hands, “I can’t leave you because I love you.” 

You jumped forward again and pressed your lips hard against his, taking in his scent and loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. 

“I love you too.” 

Cheers erupted from everyone around you, causing a blush to grow on your cheeks but not caring as you had finally figured out what was going on with everyone. 

Bucky stood abruptly, causing you to look up at him with confusion before you lifted you bridal style off of the ground. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt nothing but his arms beneath you. “Thank you all for helping me set this up, but (Y/N) and I are off to celebrate. In private.” 

And with that, Bucky carried you out of the gym and towards the elevator, where his lips met yours once again. 


So I got carried away and this is really long… But I also love it so I hope you do.

Maybe I was the cause of all the problems in my relationship with Cal. Maybe it was actually me and not him. I mean we both had fucked up schedules and many times we went weeks without actually seeing each other.

He goes to bed around three in the morning and I wake up at about four in the morning to train. I don’t get home till about five and by then Cal is already filming or doing other things.

I’m a gymnast and he’s youtuber and quite honestly I thought his schedule was messing us up, but now I’m sure it’s mine.

I do an hour of yoga and stretching before eating breakfast and doing a few miles of running. Then I drive to the gym where I live from six to three. Then I finally head home to my flat and I’m exhausted, but it doesn’t end there because after dinner I go back to the gym to teach a class for the little ones.

Unfortunately, for my relationship, I do this Monday through Friday and weekends are the same minus teaching classes.

Maybe I was the reason my relationship was failing. It was most likely me and the olympics.

“Why are you falling off the beam on a simple turn?!” My trainer screams from the other side of the gym and I look up at him.

“Because my relationship is failing!” I scream back.

“Well get back on the beam and focus. Even the three year olds can turn on beam without falling and you have a gold medal on it.”

He has a point. You’d think after being an overall bronze medalist at worlds two years in a row and having a gold medal on beam at the olympics, I’d be able to do better.

“Can you get through today’s practice or do I need to send you home to work out your boyfriend troubles?” He asks and I shake my head.

“No because he doesn’t even realize that we’re falling apart.” I explain before stepping back onto the beam.

“Nope get on down. You’re not gonna get injured right now because you’re unfocused.” He reaches up and grabs my waist before pulling me down.

“Go home, talk to him and come back here tomorrow ready to stick the routine we’ve given you because in two months you’re competing in the qualifier and I need your head on straight and the routine clean.”

“Okay.” I nod in agreement before walking over to my bag and pulling on my team Great Britain sweatshirt that match my blue shorts that sit on top of my leotard. Once I’m outside I pull out my phone and stare at it for a few moments.

“Hey Cal, can I come over?”

“Yeah of course. I just have some of the guys over filming. I thought you had training.”

“Let me out early, but I’ll be over in a few. Love you.”

“Love you too. I’ll unlock the door.” He hangs up and by the time I get to the flat all I hear is pure chaos.

“It’s the Olympic gymnast who got stuck dating Callum!” I hear Harry shout before pulling me in for a hug.

“Aren’t you usually doing flips at this time of day?” He asks and I nod.

“Coach sent me home.” I explain as he steps away and let’s Cal come over to greet me.

“You hurt?” He questions before kissing me on my head.

“No just off my game I guess. I mean I fell off the beam doing a simple pirouette and I’m the gold medalist on beam. I do pirouettes in my sleep.” I ramble slightly and he notices something is wrong.

“Well go change and join us.” He pats me on the shoulder and I nod before placing my bag down and walking to his room. I pull off my leotard and other clothes before grabbing one of his weezy tops and pulling my shorts back on. I go to leave his room before looking in the mirror and realize I actually look like shit.

“I’m not gonna be caught on camera with this.” I mumble as I pull my hair out of the messy bun. I quickly put some concealer on my neck because a bruise the beam gave me looks like a hickey and then I’m ‘ready’ to be seen by others.

“Guys look it’s the girl with the Olympic gold medal.” Someone throws a vlogging camera in my face.

“Stop it. It was one gold medal.”

“Yeah but you’re family has a room in their house dedicated to medals and awards that you received growing up.” Cal points out

“Well it’s my only Olympic gold medal.”

“My bad I forgot about the bronze on uneven bars.”

“I could be better. Have you met the American team their incredible.” I look down at my callused hands and think about the eighteen years of my life that have been dedicated to the sport. My twenty first birthday was spent at the gym training for nationals. I mean I pushed so much of my life off just to compete. Yet I still feel unaccomplished. Like I could do more and to others it sounds stupid but for me it’s just the life of a gymnast.

“Anyway I’m gonna go lie down. I didn’t realize how out of it I am till now.” I stand up off the couch and Callum looks worried.

“Guys set up the video I’ll be back.” He follows me into his room and I take a seat on the bed.

“What’s going on? You haven’t missed a day of training since you had the flu three months ago.” He asks and I shrug while rubbing on my right ring finger that has the Olympic Rings tattooed onto it.

“I’m ruining our relationship. I mean we barely ever see each other and when we do, the guys are around, or we’re both out of it and tired. I mean we haven’t spent time watching Netflix and relaxing together in months. I mean we maybe get to call each other every week or so.” I shrug before looking up and facing the reality.

“I mean you started dating me right after the Olympics and I’m not the same person I was back then. I had about three or four months of normalcy where I just hung out and relaxed and only went to the gym twice a week. Now it’s a year later and I’m training hard for nationals and to make the national team for worlds. This is the real me and the real me is fucking up everything. I mean did you not notice my lack of presence at the party last week or that I wasn’t there for the Sidemen football match? I mean I missed a lot and I feel like you don’t care. Like it doesn’t matter.”

“You think I don’t care or notice that you aren’t there? Cause I do and yeah it hurts but I don’t say anything because you’re pursing a dream and I’m not gonna stop you from doing that. You’re incredible and I’m not gonna stop you from reaching you’re highest potential. I don’t wanna make you feel bad so I don’t say anything. And yeah maybe you and I don’t talk much and this is the first time I’ve seen you in person in a month, but I still love you. I mean what do you want me to say? That I mad? Cause I am, but I’m not gonna do that to you. I mean it sucks when all the others guys have their girlfriends around and we all go out to eat and mine isn’t there because she’s training. Yeah it sucks but I don’t say anything because I’m not gonna stop you from doing you’re best. Im not gonna make you feel like shit for doing you. So don’t come in here and act like I don’t try because it’s you that doesn’t have time for me.” He shouts back and I realize that I was… no I am… the problem.

“So what does this mean?” I ask and he places his hands over his face before looking up at the ceiling and back down to me.

“I think it means we’re done.” He admits and I nod before picking up my bag and walking out of the room.

“Wait where you going?” Harry asks and I just ignore him. Once I’m out of the flat I just run. I run to my car and I drive straight to the gym.

“Why are you back here? I’m not letting you train upset.”

“I’m here because he fucking broke up with me.” I finally respond after a few moments of silence.

“And I’m ready to train.”


“You look so tense. Like go get a drink.” My teammate jokes and actually consider that as an option.

“I mean Cal and I split like a month ago and I have been quite lonely. I mean I haven’t slept with a guy in so long. I mean it’s hard to have a sex life when I’m always here.”

“Well there’s always the boys.” She motions over to the chalk bin where some of the Olympic guys are standing.

“Mel really?” I fidget with my grips and she nods.

“I mean I had that fling with Luke.” She smiles and I look over at them.

“They’re just as horny as we are. Like I’m just about to for one of them at this point.” She shrugs and I nod.s

“Let them know you’re single sweetie.” I wink before grabbing her hand and pulling her over to the chalk bin by the bars.

“Move it or lose it boys.” I smirk before looking up. “Or do something with it.”

“Oh is that right?” Ash grabs my waist and I nod. He pulls me closer to his body and leans down to kiss behind my ear. “I’ll see you by my car.” He leaves another kiss on my neck before looking around.

“I’m sorry do you guys need some space?” I hear my coach shout and I quickly pull away from Ash and turn around to face my trainer who is holding up an elastic band.

“I thought we were doing bars.” I raise an eyebrow and he holds up another elastic band.

“You and Ash here and gonna be having fun today and not the fun you wanted to have.” He throws the bands at us and I contemplate throwing myself on the ground and crying.

“Feet together and up the rope. Come on you two, now you’re gonna do that ten times each and once you’re done do it another ten times.” He shouts and Ash looks at me while smirking.

“Good I’ll get to see your cute ass climb up the rope.”

“Not gonna be cute when he makes us do even worse things. Last time he caught me kissing my boyfriend I was sixteen and he made me do twenty times up the rope, a five mile run, and thirty standing tucks before making me call the boy and tell him he would ruin my future and I couldn’t date him.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah and he only let me date after I won gold on beam. Now he’s pissed because of you because he thinks you’re gonna ruin my chance at gold again.” I explain while tying my ankles together.

“What about my chance at gold?” He jokes and I grab onto the rope. “My bad I mean my chance at gold for the third worlds in a row.” He reaches over and tries to tip me over before climbing up the rope.

“So Im gonna go take an ice bath. I gotta take an ice bath.” I limp over to ice baths as Asher follows me.

My trainer had us do five miles, and then it got worse. Back tuck followed by a burpee. Twenty sets of five followed by chin ups on the high bar and then he made me continue running. Then he made me do my floor routine full out four times in row. The worst was that Ash was allowed to stop after the running and he sat back cheering me on while laughing.

“Can you possibly carry me?” I ask and he grabs onto my waist and throws me over his shoulder. Once we get to the ice baths he puts me down and I slowly climb into the freezing water.

“How’s the boyfriend been?” He asks and I can’t help but laugh.

“I wouldn’t have flirted with you if he was still my boyfriend.” I explain and he leans against the edge of the tub next to me.

“Why’d you split?”

“I don’t have time for a relationship when I’m here being an Olympic gymnast.”

“Oh trust me… There’s time. That one hour break we get between twelve and one for lunch and then the break we have from three to seven and again when you have a break at nine after you’re done teaching the little ones. Trust me there’s time, but unless both people are trying, you won’t feel like there is time.”

“And weekends at night. You’re boyfriend sounds like an ass.” He laughs and I shake my head.

“No I’m the ass. I didn’t try either. I wanted him to try and I couldn’t expect him to.” I look up at him and he shakes his head before standing up.

“I can’t sleep with you. I’m sorry but I was flirting back because I’m an ass but you love another guy. Like come on you still love Cal.” He grabs my hand and pulls me up out of the ice bath.

“You should stretch, take a shower, and go get your boyfriend back.”

“No I don’t love him anymore, it’s fine.” I try to dissuade him and he smiles softly.

“Can’t do that to you. I mean you’re on my Olympic team.” He laughs and I cross my arms over my chest.

“Okay, well thanks Asher.”


“Hey Harry, is Callum home? I gotta talk to him.”

“Oh, what’re you doing here?” He hugs me before pulling me inside and pointing to the kitchen.

“Wait before I go, is he seeing someone new?” I ask and he shakes his head.

“You’re good.” He laughs while motioning for me to follow him inside.

“Callum? Can we talk?” I ask and he looks up before nodding and motioning for him to follow me.

“Mind me asking why you’re here?” He asks while shutting the door behind us.

“Cause I got to practice and for the first time since I was sixteen I got fully punished. I had to climb the rope with just my upper body twenty times and then ran five miles. Then did so many back tucks into burpees that I almost passed out and it didn’t stop there. I had to do chin ups and handstands and all that other shit before dying and doing my floor routine fully out.”

“The last time that happened I got caught having my first kiss outside. It was my first boyfriend and it was so worth the pain I endured after. However, today wasn’t the same because I got caught flirting with another guy who then turned me down because he told me I’m still in love with you. And he’s right, I am still in love with you, but he also made a really good point and I want you to listen.” I place my bag down and he motions for me to continue.

“He mentioned that I do have enough time for us. He pointed out that there is enough time and I think I messed up before and yeah I do want to get back together but please just tell me if I’m already overstepping my boundaries. I mean I’ll just go now if you don’t want to get back together.”

“Don’t think that, please don’t think that. Yes I want to get back together and yes I’ll find a way to work this out so please don’t cry.” He pulls me into his arms and I wrap my arms around his waist.

“Missed you shorty.” He pulls away and brushes my hair away from my face before kissing me.

“I love you.” He picks me up and I place my face into his shoulder.

“I love you too.” I smile before leaving kisses on his cheek. “I love you so so much.” I laugh as I keep leaving kisses on his cheek and he smiles before turning his head and kissing me again.

“I’m not letting you go again.”

Tyler Seguin Imagine - Barstool

Watch this episode of Barstool’s “The Life” before reading. It’ll help you understand the imagine much better :) 


I scrambled around my new 7,000 square foot house trying to get rid of any moving boxes, and any signs of actual living. I had bought a new home in Dallas a few months ago, but still wasn’t completely settled. And today, of all days, was my second “The Life” house tour with Barstool Sports, and the infamous Sophie Julia. When she and her cameraman came to my last house, she flirted with me relentlessly throughout the entire tour. I shut her down as much as humanly possible, and I can barely watch the entire episode back without cringing.

After I finished “cleaning” the house, I threw on a t-shirt, black workout shorts, and a camouflage hat, backwards. I groaned as I saw Sophie walk up the driveway, and hid myself in the kitchen so she couldn’t see me as she was on her way to the front door.

“Hey guys! How are you?” I asked with a fake smile as I opened the door.

“Tyler! Long time no see!” Sophia said in her high pitched, valley girl voice as she pulled me in for a hug. “Why didn’t you ever follow me back on Instagram?” She questioned as she pulled away.

Because I have a girlfriend now, and I also don’t really like you. I thought in my head.

“Oh, you follow me? Sorry I didn’t even see it.” I lied.

“Alright, we’ll film our intro outside and then we’ll get started, if that’s alright.” The cameraman said.

“Sure thing. Didn’t catch your name?” I asked, extending my right hand.

“Mike.” He said with a nod.

“Mike. Okay, just come on back in when you’re ready to get started.” I said with a smile.

As soon as the front door shut, I took my phone out of my pocket and called the only girl I wanted in my house.

“Hi babe!” She whispered into the phone.

“Ugh. Hi. Are you still in class?” I asked.

“No, we were having mock court today. I already litigated but some of my classmates are finishing up right now. I’ll be over there soon. Are they there yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, they are filming outside right now. Please get here soon!” I begged.

“Okay babe I’ll be there soon! I promise.”

“I love you.” I smiled into the phone.

“I love you, too.” She whispered, and hung up.

Sophie was going to hate her.

Just like clockwork, when I pressed the red circle on my phone, Sophia and Mike barged back inside.

“So we are just going to ring the doorbell and I’ll start filming, and we’ll go from there.” Mike said, stepping back out onto the brick stoop near the front door.

I nodded and shut the door, not keen on the whole “acting” bit. They rang the doorbell and the camera was rolling, so we went through the whole “hey how are you” thing once more.

“Wow, this place is beautiful! So, when did you move in?” Sophia questioned as she walked through my foyer, peering at the rooms surrounding it.

“About four months ago. Just needed something a little bigger from my last home.” I told her.

“Thinking of getting more dogs?” She asked, running her hand down my arm.

No, I’m thinking of marrying my girlfriend and having kids. Stop touching me. I thought in my head.

“Anymore tattoo’s?” She asked, still grabbing at my arm. Her fake acrylic nails dug into my skin.

“Nope.” I said quickly, swatting her arm away.

“So, over here is my office. I’ve actually been spending some time in this one, working on my brand and what not.” I explained as she looked around at the various photos I had hung on the wall.

“This is nice. Take me to the kitchen, your last one was beautiful.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Still not doing much cooking for the random girls?” Sophia asked as she stepped into my all white kitchen and opened my fridge.

“I actually cook a ton for a girl these days.” I answered with a smirk.

Wow, for someone who follows my Instagram so closely, you’d think she wouldn’t have missed all the photos I post of Y/N, and I.


“Oh yeah? Girlfriend?” She questioned, suddenly very interested in what I had to say.

“Yeah. Almost a year now.” I answered as she rummaged through my pantry.

“There she is,” I said as my smile grew genuine. There Y/N was, waltzing down the back staircase leading into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight, navy blue knee length dress, black heels, and her glasses. Her short brown hair was straightened and just touching her shoulders. She looked like a sexy librarian…. Even though she was a law student.

“Hey, babe!” She said as she walked over to me, kissing me on the cheek. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly in close to me, my hand resting on her ass.

“Sneak in the back door?” I asked.

She nodded as her head rested on my chest. “So, you must be Julia.”

“I am. And you are?” Julia asked, kind of defensive.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, trying to step in before things got too petty.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Y/N exclaimed, subtle sarcasm in her tone. “Babe, your brand manager just sent an email that he needs you to approve designs that have to finalized today. You need to call him ASAP. So I can finish the tour.” She said, staring at Julia.

“Oh, shit, yeah I have to go take care of that. Is that cool, guys?” I asked as I began stepping away.

“Sure.” Mike said, as a disappointed look came over Julia’s face.

I quickly rushed out of the room, a large smile growing on my face after I knew I was out of sight. I quickly scrolled through my emails and found nothing from my brand manager.

Well played, babe.



“So, are you like Tyler’s assistant as well as his girlfriend? I mean, if you’re getting his emails…” Sophie began.

“No.” I cut her off. “I’m about to graduate from law school, so I just take a look at all of the branding stuff and contracts to make sure everything is on the up and up as far as legal stuff goes. I help out with the designs sometimes, too.”

“Oh.” Sophie said, staring down at the floor.

“So, want to see the upstairs?” I offered, borderline feeling bad that I had been so harsh with her.

“Sure.” She said, motioning for Mike to follow us upstairs.

“Alright, this is our bedroom.” I said, walking into the large master bedroom.

“Wait, ‘our’?” She questioned.

“Yes, I’m in the process of moving in. Over here we have the his and hers closets. And no, the ‘hers’ one isn’t filled with sweatpants he lets girls steal from him.” I said coldly.

“What cute dresses you have!” Sophia said as she flipped through the dresses hanging in my closet, trying to redeem herself.

“Mhmm.” I answered, leading her to the other bedrooms upstairs.

We continued through the other rooms of the house that were finished, and finally made our way outside, where Tyler was sitting by the pool with Marshal and Cash.

“How’d you like the upstairs?” Tyler asked as he stood up and walked over to us.

“Beautiful.” Sophie said. “So, any romance rooms out at this pool?”

“Building one right over there.” Tyler said, pointing the structure in the distance that was not quite finished.

He continued to show her around the pool area as I took his spot on the pool chair and sat with the dogs.

“Well, that’s really all there is to it.” I heard him say.

“Cool. Well, thanks for letting us come by. Can we get out this way?” Sophie asked, pointing to the gate.

“Yeah.” Tyler said as he waved goodbye to her and shook Mike’s hand.

“Was I too bitchy?” I asked as Tyler came to sit down next to me, putting his arm around me.

“Definitely not. Had to mark your territory. It was pretty hot, not going to lie.” He said as he trailed kisses up my neck and to my lips.

“Oh yeah?” I whispered, leaning into his kiss.

“Yes.” He said quietly into my neck. “Swim?” He asked, looking up at me.

“It is getting kind of hot in this dress.” I said, standing up and peeling it off.

“You look hot without it.” Tyler said, standing up next to me and pushing me in the pool.

“Hey!” I yelled as I came up from under the water. “I hate you!”

“You love me.” He said with a smile as he took off his shirt.

“Yeah, I do.” I said.

Nothing in common.

Can you please do a Daryl x Reader imagine? They’ve been close friends since the beginning but once they get to Alexandria they start falling apart. They find out that they have nothing in common (he like rock/she likes hiphop, he likes horror/she likes comedy etc.) and that she has more in common with Spencer who she starts getting close to. This makes Daryl really jealous and protective of her and maybe it ends in smut if you’re down for it? I love this blog :)

It’s smut, and I don’t know why it turned out super long, but I hope you like it! 💕

Daryl has been your friend since the beginning, you became close when you thought you had a lot in common: two strong people who always tried to ensure the group’s safety even if they often preferred to be alone, but once you arrived to the new community, you realised that that was pretty much all you had in common.

They gave you two houses, and being the cautious, suspicious people you are, Daryl and you went inside before anyone else to examine them.

You open one of the drawers under the television and find a collection of DVDs.

“Look, they got movies”, you tell Daryl as you crouch to check what they have.

“Look”, you chuckle as you go through lines and lines of movies packed together. You grab a few of them and read the titles out loud for Daryl to hear. “They got Ghostbusters, The Philadelphia Story, Tootsie…”

A chuckle lingers in your lips as you take your eyes off the DVDs, only to find Daryl shifting his eyes between you and the movies you had in your hand.

“What’s that?”, he asks as he furrows his brow.

“Comedy films”, you tell him. “They’re classics!”

“Never seen ‘em”, he says and goes to the drawer where you found them.

“They’re good”, you say, but you see him shake his head.

“I don’t think so, I never liked comedy.”

He takes boxes of DVDs and pushes them away until he finds a couple of them that he likes.

Psycho, Evil Dead”, he shows you the films he found. “Those are good movies.”

“I’d never see them”, you tell him while shaking your head and pretending that a shiver went down your spine. “Too scary.”

“Really?”, he raises an eyebrow; he thinks is ironic that those movies scare you, even now, after living worse things that they show on screens.

“Yeah”, you roll your eyes. “I’ve hated those movies even before this happened.”

Neither of you talk about it again, instead, you go upstairs to check the bedrooms.

You go inside one of the rooms; the walls are white, and all the lamps are off, so the blushing light of sunset that enters gives you a pale pink vibe. You search the drawers, and again find something interesting. There’s a pile of CDs, fewer than the amount of DVDs you found earlier, but you like what you see.

You always liked hip hop, and you surely would enjoy some alone time, listening to the music you’ve been longing to hear and relaxing for a moment. But then you shake your head and put the CDs back where you found them, you could’t relax now that you were in a foreign town, surrounded by strangers.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, you hear Daryl’s voice. He’s climbing down from the attic and he has something in his hands.


“Check this out”, he found CDs as well, and he parades them to you. “Motorhead, Sonic YouthSlayer! Damn, this shit’s good.”

“What?”, you repeat, but with a more confused tone.

“Music”, he says gruffly and shows you the CDs again, as if it should be obvious to you that that’s the kind of music that he likes.

“Oh, sure”, you nod along. “Let’s take a look at the other house.”


The whole group spends the night together at the living room of one of the houses, it does’t matter how nice the people acted or how widely their smiles spread over their mouths, it was better to stick together, at least the first night there.

Daryl leans on a window, resting his head but keeping his eyes open. He’s looking outside, guarding the place. His beautiful blue eyes are shining as he squints them and his hair is sticking to his face with sweat and dirt, he’s the only one who didn’t run to the bathroom and took a shower as soon as you arrived to Alexandria, but you still think he looks handsome. You smile to yourself as you watch him from the floor, you just found out you have nothing in common as you used to think, but he’s still your best friend and you love him.

Daryl didn’t sleep that night, but you did. When you wake up, you find everyone placing their pillows on the couch, above the pile of blankets they already folded. You get up immediately and do the same with your blanket.

Daryl didn’t get a job yesterday, but you did, so you take a quick shower and put on the clothes that a lady gave you before getting out of the house and walking to your new workplace: Deanna’s house. She saw something in you that she didn’t see in anyone else, and she wanted you to work with her and help her run the community.

You knock on her door and after waiting for a few seconds, someone opens the door. It’s not Deanna, though; it’s a tall man, with light brown hair that twists on his head in loose curls.

“Hey”, he greets, his brown eyes set on your face. “You’re (Y/N), right?”

“Yeah, that’s me”, you say and smile back to him.

“Great. My mom told me you’d come”, he steps aside and pulls the door with him, so you know you can go inside. “Come in.”

“Thanks”, you say and walk inside with him.

“She’s in her office”, he leads you down the hall. “I’m Spencer, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you”, you smile again, and he does too. He stops right in front of a door and knocks on it, and after a female voice says ‘come in’, he opens it.

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, now that you’ll be working with my mom”, he says with a grin.

“I’m sure.”

“See you around, (Y/N)”, he smiles one last time and walks away. You step into the office and greet Deanna, she tells you to take a seat around the desk she’s been working on and talks to you about the plans of expansion she’s been thinking about. You listen carefully, and for the rest of the day, you try to do your job without thinking of her son’s cute smile.

Deanna finally lets you go, it’s been a long day but you enjoyed it, it’s a little more fun than killing walkers and having dark blood splattered all over you. Before you walk out of the house, you’re interrupted by Spencer.

“Hey”, he stands beside the door and leans casually on the wall. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I left some movies on one of your houses.”

“Oh, yeah”, you remember, they’re in the house that you’re not occupying yet.

“Do you think I could go get them?”, he asks. “Some of my favourites are there, and I’d like to watch them tonight.”

“Sure”, you say and open the door. “Let’s go.”

When you arrive to the house that you’ve left unoccupied, he goes to the drawers under the TV and grabs a bunch of movies. When he has what he needs, he closes the drawer and walks back to the door.

“Thanks for letting me come here”, he smiles, and you take a look at the films he took. He has some interesting titles there, some of your favourites too.  

“No problem”, you answer without taking your eyes off of the DVDs he’s got there. “You like The Big Lebowski?

“You’re kidding? It’s one my favourite movies, I love it!”

“I love it too”, you raise your eyebrows in surprise and giggle a little.

“Do you want to—”, he vaguely points back to his house. “Do you want to watch it with me?”

“I’d love to”, you say, with the obvious blank left for a ‘but’. “But I don’t think my group would be okay with that.”

“Of course”, he nods in understanding. “That’s okay, we can watch it some other time.”

“Sure, that would be awesome”, you press your lips together in a smile, and he leaves.

Then, you leave to and walk towards the other house. Daryl sees you getting out of the house, and he also saw how Spencer walked out of there a few seconds before you. He frowns and watches you as you walk up the porch steps.

“Hi”, you say joyfully, happy to see him after a long day without him.

“Hey”, he answers gruffly, with his rough voice. You think it’s strange that he talks to you like that, you’ve heard him speak with that voice to the people he distrusts or doesn’t know as well as he knows you; but you don’t linger on it, and you go inside the house.

As you’re having dinner with the rest of the group, Rick asks all of you how was your day. A couple of chuckles are heard around the table; those words put together have lost their meaning with time, and it’s strange —even a little funny— hearing them after so long.

“It was okay”, Tara answers.

“But Aiden is an idiot”, Glenn mutters, and Maggie pats his back softly.

“What about you, (Y/N)?”, Rick sets his eyes on you as he drives the fork to his mouth.

“It was good, I liked working with Deanna”, you say and Rick nods, pleased with your answer.

“You made any friends?”, Daryl asks abruptly, and everyone take their eyes from their plates and fixed them on him.

“Uh, well, Deanna is very nice”, you tell him. “But I don’t think I’d call her my friend just yet.”

He keeps his stare on you, but doesn’t say anything else. Everyone go back to their plates, and keep eating their dinner.


As you arrived to Deanna’s house, you found a van parked in the middle of the street. Glenn, Tara and Noah are there, packing supplies in the back and preparing their guns. You greet them, but before you can go into the house, you see that Spencer is there as well.

“Hey”, his voice is raspy but you find it sexy.

“Hi”, you smile. “Where are you going?”
“Nicholas got hurt in the last run, so Aiden asked me to replace him today.”

You nod. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing”, he gives you a flirty grin and leans on the truck, flexing his arm.

You laugh, a little flirty laugh and almost innocently bite your lower lip. Daryl can see you from one of the houses; he’s sitting on the porch, with his fists clenched and his blood boiling. He hates seeing you with Spencer, and the flirty looks you exchanged with him are like daggers to his chest. He has never felt that way before, but it’s so frustrating to him, that he feels like he wants to kill Spencer.


Days go by, and Daryl has spent them in the house because Deanna hasn’t give him a job yet. You are in your room, trying to relax by laying on your bed with your feet up while you’re reading a book you took from Deanna’s library.

Someone knocks on the door, but you don’t pay attention to it, Daryl spends most of the day sitting on the porch, taking care of his crossbow.

“What do you want?”, he asks violently as Spencer stands before the door.

“Hi, I’m Spencer”, he introduces himself and extends his hand, but Daryl doesn’t even look at it.

“What do you want?”, he repeats.

“Is (Y/N) home?”, Spencer asks, and Daryl feels like he could easily shoot an arrow through his head.


“My mom told me it’s her day off”, he says. “And I was wondering if she wanted to come to my house, and watch a movie or something.”

“She doesn’t”, Daryl says bluntly. Spencer frowns and scoffed lowly.

“I think I’d rather talk to her.”

“I think you better get the fuck out of here.”

“Listen, man—”, Spencer was about to say something to defend himself, but Daryl didn’t let him.

“No, you listen, go away before I put an arrow in your skull”, he threatens with his crossbow in hand. Spencer looks defiantly at him, but decides to leave anyway.

Daryl puts his crossbow in the floor; he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, he just threatened to kill a man just because he wanted to talk to you. He blames it on the pressure of being confined in those houses, or maybe it’s being under the constant looks of dozens of strangers, but he also feels that it’s about you.

A week after his little encounter with Spencer, Daryl founds you talking to him again. You’re on the sidewalk, just talking, but Spencer is too close to you. Daryl sees how you laugh at something he said and you bump his chest playfully. This enrages him, he feels anger building up in his stomach and he feels like his head is going to explode. He stomps his way towards you and once he’s there, grabs Spencer by the collar of his shirt and throws him to the ground.

“Daryl, what the fuck?!”, you yell at him, but he isn’t listening.

He starts punching Spencer in the face, over and over again.

“Daryl, stop!”, you yell again and try to pull him off of Spencer by his shoulders, but he firmly keeps himself on him.

Spencer gives him a strong punch to the jaw, which makes Daryl fall to the ground; Spencer gets on his feet and kicks Daryl in the ribs before he can stand up.

“Stop!”, you scream desperately at Spencer. You didn’t like to see Daryl beating Spencer, but you hated seeing Spencer so much as laying a hand on Daryl.

Spencer gets on his knees over Daryl and punches him in the face like he did.

“Get off of him!”, you tell Spencer and pull him off of Daryl. He falls on his butt and looks up at you.

“He started it!”, he points at Daryl. You don’t say anything, instead, you help Daryl get off the ground, but as soon as he does, he tries to run back to Spencer, who backs away immediately.

You take Daryl back to the house and grab the first aid kit. You make him sit on the couch and let you clean his wounds.

As you pour water on his face, he pulls back and hisses, but you keep his head in place.

“Why did you do that?”, you ask him calmly, but he can hear the anger in your voice. But rather than angry, you’re disappointed in him; you were trying to show those people that you weren’t savages, that you could live in harmony with them, but Daryl did exactly the opposite.

“He hit me too!”, he yells at you.

“You attacked him, I was there!”, you yell back.

“Yeah, but…”, he makes a pause. “It’s your fault!”

“You’re the one flirting with him and all that shit!”, he says angrily.

“So?”, you arch an eyebrow as you put a bandaid on the wound on his forehead, and another on the one on his left cheek.

“He’s an asshole, you don’t deserve someone like him”, he says in a more tranquil tone, which makes you think that he’s not quite telling you the truth.

“You wanna know what I think?”, you sit next to him on the couch. “I think you’re jealous.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, he grimaces. “I’m not.”

“Oh, please!”, you laugh. “You’re not jealous? Not even a little bit?”

“No”, he says and pretends to be disgusted by the thought of it.

“So you’re not jealous that I talk to Spencer?”, you ask, and he shakes his head. “Or that I touch his hair, his arm, his chest?”

You ghost your fingers over his arm, and he swallows hard. “No”, he answers hoarsely.

“You’re not jealous that I’ve kissed him, touched his mouth with my tongue?”, you softly graze his ear with the tip of your tongue. You’re lying, but Daryl doesn’t know that. You hear him breathing heavily, but his answer is the same. “And that I’ve been in his room, naked?”

You bite your lip seductively, and Daryl’s chest heaves with his rough inhalations. You take your hand from his arm to his stomach, and slowly move your fingers downward.

“Daryl”, you say his name in a hot murmur. “You’re not jealous that I fucked him?”

He pushes you on the couch so you’re laying on your back. He’s looking down at you and breathing so heavily above you that you feel his chest touch yours when he inhales.

You part your lips and give him a grin. “So you’re not jealous?”

Daryl doesn’t answer, he knows there’s no need to anymore. He kisses you roughly, but he pulls away almost immediately to take off your clothes. He remembers how you told him that you’ve been naked in Spencer’s room, and it just makes him angrier. He rips your shirt off and pulls your jeans down too violently, almost painfully. You would care if you weren’t as turned on as you are now; you’re not sure if you loved Daryl as something more than a friend, but you’re sure you want him now.

You take his shirt and pull it over his head, then you throw it away. You struggle with the button of his pants, your fingers are shaking and goosebumps coat your body. He unclasps it and pulls his pants down along with his underwear.

You spread your legs and Daryl kneels between them, he grabs your ankles and pull you closer, then he throws your legs over him and you wrap them around his waist. As soon as his member touches you over your underwear, you moan and feel your chest jump with a sharp breath.

Daryl tears your wet panties apart with a savage rip of the delicate fabric, and thrusted into you. A gasp and a moan mingled in your throat when you felt him entering you so roughly.
You hear him grunting, and gaze up at him. He’s looking at you, his fierce look is locked on yours as he rams himself into you. Your breathing is fast and heavy, and you arch your back as a moan leaves your lips.

Daryl goes harder and harder, he’s been so angry and frustrated that he wants to take it all out on you, to show you that you don’t need anyone else but him to make you moan. You throw your arms around his neck and pull his head down, you kiss him and run your fingers through his hair, as your tongue delves his mouth.

He thrusts harder and you whimper, falling back to the couch. His hair is trapped in sweat as he groans and pants above you, still looking at you.

Your body shudders, tenses and strains under his, feeling a shiver running down your spine and stomach and legs. You buck your hips and let them fall back on the couch as you moan loudly, but Daryl keeps going for a few more seconds until he reaches his climax after yours.

Daryl grunts and throws himself back, leaning his back on the armrest of the couch, and watching you. You’re struggling for breath and your eyes are closed, but you have a wide smile of satisfaction on your face. He smirks as he realises what just happened, and it wasn’t Spencer who made you moan, and pant, and whimper. It was him, only him.

Dinner and a movie

Group chat: dinner and a movie

Avengers x reader

a/n: shout out to my favorite blog, @avengerschatroom who writes the most funny chatroom fanfics ever. i got this whole idea from them, so please check them out!

Y/n the best avenger has started a group chat.

Y/n has added Thor, Steve, tony, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Scott, Sam, rhodey, and Peter.


Thor: Lady y/n, what is this?

Y/n: It’s group chat, so we can all reach each other if we need it.

Steve: What a great idea y/n!

Clint: more like a terrible one. Tony will probably bug the hell out of us.

Tony: rude.

Peter: mr. Stark wouldn’t do that!

Nat: oh yeah he would.

Rhodey: as his good friend I can tell you he does that a damn lot.

Tony: hell yeah I will. Sorry kid but they’re right on this one.

Scott: wow guys, thanks for inviting me to this chat!

Scott: also, Thor, huge fan of your work. The lightning thing is awesome.

Thor: thank you, human bug.

Y/n: Scott stop fanboying.

Bruce: oh let him be. He’s new. You did that too you know.

Y/n: yeah, but I wasn’t that bad.

Scott: OMG


Scott: I can’t believe it’s you! It’s actually you! You’re the hulk. Omg omg

~y/n kicked Scott out of group chat~

Y/n: I’ll let him back in once he calms down.

Steve: that might be a good idea.

Tony: what are we talking about again?

Y/n: Wanda wanted to know if you guys wanted to eat with us.

Y/n: she cooked too much and now we have food for ten.

Sam: what kind of food?

Y/n: uhh… I’ll add her and ask.

~y/n added Wanda~

Y/n: hey wanda! What food did you make?

Wanda: a Slovak feast called bryndzové halušky. I made it before, do you remember?

Sam: i think we all remember that heaven. I’ll be there if Bucky isn’t.

Steve: hey!

Sam: did I say Bucky? I meant… Yeah I meant Bucky.

Thor: I shall be there and feast opon your delicious food!

Steve: I will be there.

Natasha: count me in.

Tony: I was planning to go to a party. But this is a great excuse not to go, so I’m in.

Bruce: since I eat for ten already I think I’ll pass.

Clint: smart choice.

Peter: aww. I can’t go. Homework stuff. :(

Tony: I’ll tell the teacher you’re working with me. You’re eating with us.

Peter: but I don’t think that’s right, mr. Stark.

Tony: no buts. I’m sending a car for you now.

Peter: o-okay.

~y/n added Scott ~

Y/n: Scott you’re invited to dinner and a movie with us if you don’t freak out.

Scott: okay fine. I won’t freak. Meet you there.

Y/n: okay now that we know who is and isn’t coming, we need to pick a movie.

Rhodey: you said nothing about a movie.

Natasha: I pick the movie!

Y/n: and now you see why I didn’t mention it before.

Peter: maybe we could watch stark trek? Or Star Wars!

Thor: those movies are inaccurate, and tell lies about the Galaxy’s past!

Sam: okay so no star movies around Thor.

Bruce: no action movies.

Wanda: I thought you weren’t coming.

Bruce: not to the dinner. I’ll be at the movie though.

Steve: so basically everyone will be there.

Sam: expect for Bucky.

Steve: that’s why I said basically everyone, Sam.

Natasha: every movie I had in mind is now gone since no action movies. Anyone have a idea?

Wanda: we could watch one of my old Slovak movies.

Rhodey: no no no no no. Not again. Never.

Bruce: what about love actually?


Tony: no one under 18 sees love actually. Got it? We are not ruining innocence today.

Y/n: do you really Peter and I haven’t seen love actually? We’re not 12.

Peter: I’ve never seen it. Does it have blood or something?

Y/n: oh you cinnamon roll. You’ll learn when you’re older.

Peter: what? We’re almost the same age.

Thor: I thought we were choosing a earth film to watch? Are we not?

Natasha: okay that’s it. We’re watching friends.

Tony: That could pass.

Scott: I’ve never watched it.

Y/n: I feel betrayed on a personal level.

Clint: so then it’s a go?

Steve: I think so.

Natasha: of course it is. I’m always good at picking TV shows.

Y/n: meet at the tenth floor okay? See ya in fifteen.


Bucky: did I miss something?

Sam: what? No.

Bucky: oh, okay. Wait, then why do I hear laughing from upstairs?

Bucky: you guys didn’t invite me to the party?

Sam: well to be fair, it was either me or you. And it’s not my fault that I’m such fun.

Bucky: jerk.

Sam: bitch.

anonymous asked:

Hey I see you posting a lot of positive things about Johnny Depp and I was wondering if you could tell me why you support him? (I hope you don't take offense to this, I am genuinely asking not accusing/attacking)

its totally okay, thank you for this question :)

well,Johnny has been in my life a long time. he works really hard to prepare for a role, especially for Jack Sparrow, he loves Jack more that anyone. (Johnny talked about giving up Jack role: “Sometimes you fall in love with who you’re playing. As filming winds down, you hear the clock ticking because you know you’re going to leave your character behind and a kind of odd separation anxiety kicks in. You get irritable and just sort of melancholy.”) 

Johnny is always kind to fans and this is very important. 

secondly, Johnny supports dozens charities such as Children’s Hospice & Palliative Care Coalition, Dogs Deserve Better (he even received the Courage To Care Award acknowledging his contribution efforts for the Children’s Hospital Los Angeles)

thirdly, his passion for music. and his voice, when he sings i feel so good, his singing is music to my ears. also he never considered acting but became one of the greatest actors of all time, a Legend. moreover, once he made 75$ mill in one year.

Johnny’s love for children. his family has changed his life and has made him a better person. Johnny has the biggest heart in the world, i’d like to include this photo that says a lot

to conclude, Johnny always brings happiness and light to my life. he makes me feel better. Johnny has taught me a lot about life and about appreciating myself.