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Masterlist (Vol. 2)

Finally here is volume 2 of my mobile master list! I just wanted to thank you guys so much for everything, every single note, reblog and follow means the absolute world to me! Anyway enjoy and remember your feedback on any of my fics is always appreciated!

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Imagines-

High School AU
Introduction
Part 1 (Sweet Memories)

Steve Rogers (Captain America)- Total: 17
Over A Coffee Cup- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Amazed By You
Shock Confession- Part 1, Part 2
Similar Smiles- Part 1, Part 2
Who Told You?- Part 1, Part 2
Beautiful Soul
A Shy Situation
Nothing Like Her
Forever And Always
Senior Discount
Possibility- Part 1, Part 2
Somewhere Only We Know- Part 1, Part 2
Fallen
In Love- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
We Start Over- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
In The Rain (Wanda Maximoff Award)
Best Mother Ever (Sam Wilson Award)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)- Total: 23
The Winter Guardian (Teaser)
We Must Be Killers
Who Do You Think You Are- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Definitely A Stark
Well This Is Awkward- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Dance With Me
Too Cute- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Keep Your Eyes On Me
Half Alive- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
American Beauty/American Psycho- Part 1, Part 2
Playmates
Taken From You
Brotherly Love
Jealousy
Scared
Can’t Believe
Demons
Comfort
Good For Me (Bucky Barnes Award)
A Little Bit Of Culture (Steve Rogers Award)
Stranded (Natasha Romanoff Award)
Saving You (T’Challa Award)
Don’t Touch Her (Wade Wilson Award)

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)- Total: 6
Really?
You Little Tease
Stray
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 1
Fallen
Freak

Sam Wilson (Falcon)- Total: 1
Cut It Out

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)- Total: 3
Little Details
Nesting
Mistakes

Tony Stark (Iron Man)- Total: 2
You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me
I Think I Love You (By Katie James)

Thor Odinson- Total: 3
Thunder Buddies
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 1
Rainy Day (Peter Parker Award)

Loki Laufeyson- Total: 2
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 3
What?

Vision- Total: 2
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 4
Understanding Love (Clint Barton Award)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)- Total: 2
Make Me
The Biggest Fanboy (Pietro Maximoff Award)

Howard Stark- Total: 1
Lost In War

Matt Murdock (Daredevil)- Total: 1
The Name’s Matt (By Katie James)

Johnny Storm (Human Torch)- Total: 1
Crash Landing- Part 1, Part 2

Dave Lizewski (Kick Ass)- Total: 1
You Had Me At Hello- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Phan (Dan x Phil)- Total: 1
New Year, New Chapter (By Katie James)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter- Total: 1
Always (By Katie James)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)- Total: 1
Scars (By Katie James)

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Drabbles-

Steve Rogers (Captain America)- Total: 33
Fight
Betrayed
She did the unthinkable and escaped.
He was seduced by the possibilities.
“Are you hitting on her for me?”
“The way you flirt is shameful.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with him!”
“I’m flirting with you.”
“Well… don’t keep me waiting.”
“I can’t explain right now, but I really need you to trust me.”
“I may despise you with the burning hot intensity of the sun, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“If you die, I’m going to kill you!”
“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
“Oh you beautiful weirdo!”
“I’m missing something here, aren’t I?”
“How can you be so resentful?”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“Aren’t you a bit… not… qualified?”
“You’re so small!”
“It killed me to see you with him.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“Cuddle?”
“We’re not buying a dog.”
“It never gets easier.”
“Yell, scream, say something!”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I wish I could hate you.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I love you, you asshole!”
“Come home with me.”
“I know this song.”

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)- Total: 30
Mega Prompt Challenge
Fight
Trust
Guilt
Light
Regret
Stood up to them, regretted it.
“Oh you beautiful weirdo!”
“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”
“I think we should have another.”
“Do you think it’s possible that I…might be…pregnant?”
“Please, don’t turn him away again!”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“If you’d ever show up, yes.”
“Your eyes are like the stars/”
“It killed me to see you with him.”
“Hello gorgeous, do I know you?”
“Don’t try, I’m not worth it.”
“You taste like heaven.”
“When’s the last time I said I love you?”
“I thought I could manage. I can’t. Not without you. Not ever, like that.”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I am in deeeeep shit!”
“Come home with me.”
“I can explain this.”
“I’d rather caress my asshole with a chainsaw.”
“Come home with me.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“SO… you think I’m hot?”
“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)- Total: 17
Stood up to them, regretted it.
She did the unthinkable, and escaped.
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“A boy needs his father.”
“We accidentally got married in Vegas oops.”
“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks!”
“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be pregnant?”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you!”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“He’s not agitated, he’s a jerk!”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Hey. I’m with you, okay? Always.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with him/her!”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I don’t know where she gets it from.”
“SO… you think I’m hot?”

Sam Wilson (Falcon)- Total: 2
“I’m missing something here, aren’t I?”
“You’re so cute!!!”

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)- Total: 5
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“Hello gorgeous, do I know you?”
“I am in deeeeep shit!”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I can explain this.”

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)- Total: 6
Betrayed
“Are you hitting on her for me?”
“Will you please just give me a hand?”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“Take my hand.”
“Where were you?”

Tony Stark (Iron Man)- Total: 4
Kiss
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
“You’re so small!”
“I’m in this for life.”

Bruce Banner (Hulk)- Total: 1
“I miss you.”

Thor Odinson- Total: 4
Sleep
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“We’re not buying a dog.”
“You’re so small!”

Loki Laufeyson- Total: 5
Regret
Survive
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“Use your words.”
“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

Peter Parker- Total: 3
“I can arrange that.”
“How about if we-” “NO!”
“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you were doing wasn’t fair.” 

Not An Athlete (3/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)

Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)

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Your mum once gave you advice, it wasn’t exactly handy advice at the time and you didn’t really understand why she gave it to you in the first place but you still took it in, still often think about it because it’s some good advice. She once told you that if you ever have an argument with your partner, you should go for a long drive, no destination and no one else just you. It’s meant to help clear your mind, let you drive your feelings out and really think about what was said and what you want to say. You’ve done that, many times, over mostly friends but it worked.

You can’t say it’s working well for Tucker. The closer you got to Las Vegas the angrier you become, the more irrational your thoughts got, you were white-knuckling the steering wheel as you glared at the welcome sign to Las Vegas. You have no idea, how in the hell, Lance got your number and what possessed him to phone you; doesn’t he have friends? A girlfriend? One of his booty-calls that could’ve picked him up?

You pulled up to Caesar Palace, it was a little much. The fountain, the valet that gave a judgemental look at your old Volvo. The outside, although grand, couldn’t compete with the interior design of the palace. The marble floors, the gold lining and decor, and the columns: it was breathtaking. You walked to the reception, oil paintings behind the gold-mirrored desk, everything just screamed pretentious but yet, it was impressive. You pulled the denim jacket you wore closer to your body, the woman grinning from ear-to-ear at you.

“Hello, welcome to Caesars Palace, what can I do for you this morning?” Her name tag stating that her name is Sara.

“Hey, I’m here to pick up a guest, I don’t know what room he is in or if he’s under his name,” she nodded as you looked utterly dumbfounded, “the name is Lance Tucker and he requested me for pick-up, for some reason.” She nodded as she typed onto a keyboard, looking at a screen.

She picked up a phone just beside her and dialled a number, grinning at you as she waited for whoever to pick up the phone, it’s a few short, awkward, seconds of silence. “Hello, Mr Tucker. This is reception calling, a guest is here for you, a young female.” You tap the counter absent-mindedly. “Should I send her up?” is the next question, “she said you were expecting her, okay, I’ll be sure to do so.” Sara puts the phone down, “he’s in one of our penthouse suites, in the Palace Tower, I’ll have someone escort you.”

You followed a young male, a bell-hop, through the building. You had only ever seen pictures of Caesars Palace, it was bigger than you expected, at every turn, there was something to look at and admire. Pools and spas, plus showrooms and obviously, casinos; no wonder Lance came all the way here. You were shown right to the door, where he swiped a keycard and let you in, telling you to enjoy your stay.

The penthouse, well, it was bigger than your entire apartment. It had a balcony the size of your kitchen, bigger from where you were standing. Black marble floors, the furniture looked brand new, and it had its own kitchen; not that you expected Lance to be cooking whilst here since they have Gordon Ramsay’s Bar & Grill. You could see it went off in three different directions; you looked down one hallway, seeing a door slightly ajar, hoping that Lance was somewhat decent you walked down towards it. 

You pushed the door open, it was dark with the shutters down and a body was laid in bed, you assumed it was Tucker. 

“Tucker, wake up!” You yelled and heard him grumble his reply, a muffled ‘fuck you’ being thrown in. “No, get the fuck up, I didn’t drive all the way here for you to treat me like shit. Get up now!” You flicked the light switch on, you could just see his brown, messy hair from under the plush duvets before you walked back out of the room calling his name again.

You sat on the barstool when Lance finally emerges, eyes still half shut and squinting against the bright lights, his hair a mess and only grey sweat pants that were hanging low on his hips; how the hell was they staying up was a good question. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you, he blinked rapidly as he sat on the cream sofa.

“Why the fuck are you here?” He asked, voice still hoarse from just waking up and scratchy from whatever drinks he consumed last night when he texted you.

You sighed with annoyance. “Of course, drunk texts, I shouldn’t have bothered. You text me asking for me to come get you, you threatened my job.” He was still frowning before he sighed, head falling into his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. “Why did you call me? Don’t you have friends to come get you? Aren’t they here with you?” You glanced around, looking back at the hunched over Lance.

“You’d be the only one that would actually show up, you need your job,” he muttered, “it was an easy bribe.” He lifted his head, hands covering his mouth as he stared right at the blank flat screen TV. “I drank a lot last night.” He sighed to mostly himself.

You crossed your arms, “I’ll bite the bait,” he looked at you with an unreadable expression. “Why did you need me to come pick you up, you’re in Las Vegas, isn’t this your ideal hunting ground?” His lips curved up at that comment but set back into a frown; he slouched against the back of the sofa, arms crossing over his chest.

“…I came here for an event, it’s kind of a big deal but…” he trailed off, a look you haven’t ever seen on Lance before, well, he never really showed anything but a smirky confident idiot. This was different, by far, it was shyness and embarrassment. “My parents are here, celebrating my father, forty-six years of being in the sports industry.” An edge of bitterness harshened his words, he wasn’t looking at you but you could tell he felt vulnerable; exposing a side of him like this.

“Isn’t this meant to be a fun occasion? A party?” He rolled his steely blue eyes at you, chuckling lightly at that.

He shakes his head, “You haven’t met my parents. You hate me, you would loathe them, I can’t stand the bastard and my mum isn’t any better. I guess, last night it got to me.” It’s silent, “You should probably go. Before they get back, don’t speak of this, to anyone. Got it?” 

Before you can answer that the penthouse’s front door opens. A couple walks through, talking amongst themselves, the older male looks a little like Lance but the woman looked a little young to be his mother, maybe his sister? 

The male had slicked back, dark hair, and piercing, hooded eyes with a grey suit. He was old, obviously but he was tall and very lean, clearly he still kept in shape despite his age. The woman beside him was small, tanned and young, you could say, younger than you! She was skinny, really skinny but had great… assets. You weren’t one to judge but you felt insecure in front of this girl. 

Lance’s P.O.V

“Harry, you’re up.” Lance froze on the spot at the sound of his father’s voice, he glanced to you for a moment before turning swiftly around and meeting his father’s piercing gaze. “I’ve come to collect you for lunch, your mother has arrived and insisted we all gather,” he didn’t sound to keen on the idea, not that Lance was but, at least he could stand to be around his mother.

It takes a few seconds for Lance to remember how to speak, “Uhh yeah, it must’ve slipped my mind,” he runs a hand through his hair messily before turning back to you. “I was just saying goodbye to my…friend, then I’ll get dressed.” He nods for you to stand up, beckoning you quickly to the door before you could be roped into his messed up life.

“And here I thought you’ve changed,” Lance’s father began and made you stop in your tracks, Lance sighs heavily. “Why can’t you find a nice girl, instead of these groupies, life isn’t about alcohol and fucking, Harry.”

“Spare me the lecture, you’re the one that cheated, not mum.” Lance snapped back, “she isn’t a groupie either, she’s… working for me,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know how uncomfortable you are, he can feel it.

Harry Senior, shakes his head. “Hookers don’t work for you, Harry.” Lance hears you scoff at the mention of the word hooker, he wants to laugh, he’s been with and seen hookers; you were definitely not one of those.

“She’s not a hooker, babe.” Sabrina, his new wife smiles, “that’s his girlfriend, obviously. He didn’t want you to know, meeting the parents is always scary, look at how protective he got over her.” Lance watched as his dad’s posture changed, straightening his back as he glanced you over, analysing you and Lance didn’t like that.

“That’s quite the accusation, he hasn’t had a girlfriend in years, is she your girlfriend?” The stare he received after the question had Lance stammering for an answer, apparently, the word ‘no’ no longer existed.

“Yes, she is.” Lance found himself saying in a moment of weakness, “I…-” he’s cut off by his dad, who walks around him and to you, extending a hand your way.

“Harry Tucker, the third,” you look at Lance over his father’s shoulders with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and a look of shock. “This is my wife, Sabrina.”

Lance watches as you shake his dad’s hand in silence for a few seconds, “Uh-I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” His dad stares at Lance, as you hug Sabrina, his eyes are piercing through him almost. He recognised that look, the same look he received when he won that silver once; disappointment and disgust. You weren’t good enough for his son or maybe, that’s just how his dad looks at him, neither answer would surprise him. 

“You should accompany us to lunch,” Lance already begins to excuse you from that awkwardness, “nonsense, I insist. She must meet your mother, get dressed, we’re leaving in twenty minutes.” Harry nods before opening the door and leaving with Sabrina behind him.

It’s silent as Lance watches the door close, not really believing what had happened just now, it only becomes reality when you start yelling at him. He didn’t really have any excuse other than his dad scared the shit out of him, he could never form a sentence around him and he was always intimidated, even as a child; the way his dad would glare if he messed up, you’d think he would have become the perfect son.

“I don’t know what just happened,” Lance admitted quickly, “he’s just really intimidating sometimes, I couldn’t think and… you should’ve left when I told you to.”

Oh, so it’s my fault.” You asked, E/C eyes full of rage, “I didn’t come here to play your girlfriend, Lance, or should I say… Harry!” You poked his chest firmly, he slapped your hand away with a slight glare. “Fuck, Lance, I can’t stay here. I can’t have lunch and meet your parents, this is insane. You have, to tell the truth,” you panic to him.

Lance exhales slowly, biting his lip as he thinks everything over. “Okay, listen, I can’t tell my dad I lied. He’ll give me the lecture, it’s one weekend, one lunch. I’ll… pay you!”

“I’m not pretending to be your girlfriend, Lance Tucker.” He rolls his eyes, “you know how stupid this sounds? One day ago you couldn’t stand me, now I’m here being asked to be your fake girlfriend and get paid…this is ridiculous,” Lance crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. “How much?”

“How much do you want?”

Lance watches as you debate a little with yourself. “I’ve got to buy new books, at least, four hundred dollars worth.” Lance frowns, “I don’t want to ask for too much and have you laugh at me for it.”

“I’ll round it up to five hundred, think of it has compensation. You don’t mention this to anyone, got it? Last I need is you running your mouth,” you shrug and Lance finally looks at you for real. You’re in a denim jacket plus blue skinny jeans, your hair up and hardly any make-up, you’re pretty but not dressed correctly. “You got clothes with you? Like a dress?” You shake your head and he sighs.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” You place a hand on your hip jutting it out with a sour expression; your attitude was going to be a problem too but he couldn’t fix that. 

“Everything, you can’t have lunch with my mother and be dressed like that,” he walks off and towards his room. “I’ll have the hotel send something up, what’s your size?” He turns and looks at you, “nevermind, you’re like a ten. Do something with your hair,” he slips back into his room, hearing you follow behind him.

**

Lance paces in front of the walk-in wardrobe doors, hearing you grumble to yourself about the dress and him, mostly him. He hated that you were roped into this, his life, it was embarrassing and humiliating. He tried, so hard, to remove himself from his home life because of his father. The man was cold, cruel and manipulative, everything that Lance tried to not be but ended up being like his mother; competitive, in every sense of the word and egotistical.

Growing up with Harrison Tucker as a father was torture. Lance had to be like him, he had to be a great athlete, the best. Even that isn’t good enough; he wins one silver amongst his many golds and instantly he’s a failure.

“So, you’re name is Harry?” He hears your voice through the doors.

“Yeah, after my dad and his dad, and his dad before him.” Lance rolls his eyes, crossing his arms, “It’s like some stupid tradition, my middle name is Lancelot, my mother liked it and I decided since there’s already one Harry Tucker on the scene.” He explained leaning against the wall as he waited for you.

It’s a few silent seconds. “And the woman beside your dad… guessing, not your sister.”

He laughed loudly. “No, definitely not. My parents divorced when I was sixteen, he was messing around with a young gymnast, of age, not that it mattered. Anyway, Sabrina is his third or fourth wife. My mum always turns up to his awards because she thinks it’s important for us to still be a family, she’s twisted that way,” He shrugs to himself, “she was always better at business relationships than actual relationships; I rarely see her outside her office,” he trails off and stares at the wall ahead.

“That sounds rough,” he hears the doors slide open, “explains a lot about you, to be honest.” He rolls his eyes and glances at you, raising his eyebrows. “What’d ya think? Will this fool them now?”

Shamelessly he let his eyes trail over your body, he may still hate you, but he wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity of appreciating a female’s body. The bodycon dress was a royal blue, off the shoulder and mid-length, it fit you perfectly, a little too perfectly. When he, finally, let his eyes drift back to yours, you were glaring a little, only making his cocky grin grow.

“I’m setting rules,” he raised an eyebrow at that, “No getting too handsy; an arm around the waist is my limit, Tucker. I am not kissing you, ever, even being your fake girlfriend. Are we clear?” You asked sternly, he shrugged a shoulder in reply, “No, are we clear? I can leave, right now and not help you. I guess, your father already told your mother that you have a girlfriend, so are we clear?”

“Fucking Christ, we’re good. I don’t want to kiss you anyway, even faking it.” He watched as you rolled your E/C eyes at him, brushing a piece of Y/H/C hair behind your ear. “Let’s go, they’re waiting for us.”

He leads you out of the door and to the elevators, a nervous fluttering happening in his stomach. He always got like this when having to be around his parents, it was heightened a lot more with you next to him, having anyone meet his parents was sickening. He always avoided it, never told them when he had girlfriends because they’d run for the hills; if it wasn’t because of them getting fed up his arrogant ways, his parents would chase them off, for sure.  

“I’m nervous,” you admit to him and he scoffed, hiding his own behind the facade he built himself. “I’ve never had to meet someone’s parents before.” He frowned and looked down at you, you didn’t look at him, eyes remaining on the elevator doors. “It’s only for lunch, I’m actually a good actor, I got an A for theatre in school.” You mainly told yourself.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked abruptly, you finally looked up at him but the doors open before you can answer, people waiting for you to walk out. He sighs gently and escorts you through the crowd and towards the outside pool, where his parents are meeting for lunch.

The sun shines on the beautiful pool, people splashing and swimming around, more sunbathing on the loungers. His eyes land on a table by the bar, his father and mother sat, not talking as Sabrina yaps away about something uninteresting. His eyes connect with his mother’s, who smiles brightly and she hadn’t changed a day. She had aged, grey hairs that were mostly caused by the stress, blue eyes like his and an infectious smile- like yours- he shook that thought away.

“Lancelot,” she called and waved, standing up and walking to him. He met her with a hug, you trailing behind. “Look how you’ve grown,” she grinned looking at her son, “you look so handsome, of course, my genetics.” He chuckled at that, “I’m angry with you, by the way,” she tells him and he frowns. “I had to hear from your father that you’ve got a girlfriend! Hello, dear, I’m Erin.” He rolls his eyes as his mother pulls you in for a hug.

“Harry wasn’t supposed to meet her, she came as a last minute thing for me,” Lance explained, only being ignored as his mother fusses over you with a happy smile, taking your hand and leading you to the table. He trailed behind helping both, you and his mother, into chairs before sitting beside you.

It was awkward as his mother ordered more drinks, a sly comment of her drinking habits from his father, this was going to be the worst experience of his life. 

“So, how did you two meet? I want details.” His mother grins and Lance chokes a little on his drink, shit, he hadn’t thought about the questions she would ask.

(I had to cut this because it became too long, that’s why it ended kinda choppy. Anyway, I got this idea from my friend Amber, my original idea has altered, meaning instead of ten chapters it’s gonna be around twenty; thank her for that lol. Let me know what you think, so far. - Rosalee) 


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Never Change Mind

Kent wanted to tell the entire world about his boyfriend. His amazing, talented, loving, wonderful boyfriend. But he knew that wasn’t possible. He was out to his team (that had happened after an unfortunate incident in a club that Swoops still refused to talk about) and Alexei was out to his (he had come out under much better circumstances, as a show of support for Jack), but no one knew that they were dating.

Well. Swoops knew that Kent had a boyfriend, but, no matter how much he wheedled, he couldn’t get a name (he just knew it wasn’t the guy from the club). Alexei said that Jack also knew that he had a boyfriend, but Jack, being Jack, was respecting his teammate’s privacy and not asking.

“It’s great, being out and all, but I want to be able to brag about you,” Kent said one day, dragging his fingertips lightly over Alexei’s face on his laptop screen as they talked over Skype. “I mean, I know that it can’t happen. We’re expected to be rivals on—and off—the ice. But god, it’s hard.”

Alexei nodded. “Zimmboni talks about tiny baker always. Bitty this, Bitty that. I want to say my Kenny, he does great things too. My Kenny, the most pretty and most talented and best at hockey. But I cannot.”

“Damn, secret relationships suck,” Kent said with a frown. “And the only reason that I can’t tell my team is because you play for the Falcs. I mean, I’m fine—my boys will chirp me to hell and back, but they do that anyway. But there’s the whole Falcs-Aces thing and I don’t want to bring that down on you.”

“I know, Kenny,” Alexei replied.

***

They had left it at that, although it didn’t get any easier. And then as they got into post season things got even harder. Both the Aces and the Falconers were looking good for a Cup run and Alexei was playing incredibly—god, Kent wanted to express how proud he was of his boyfriend. He had accidentally made friends with Bitty somewhere along the reconciling-with-Jack road, so the two of them shared increasingly excited texts during the Falconers game (when the Aces weren’t playing, at least) shouting about their respective boyfriends. But as nice as that was, it wasn’t quite the same as being able to talk to Swoops or anyone else on the Aces.

And then, finally, they were at the final playoffs. The Falconers and the Aces in direct competition for the Cup.

“I’m thinking maybe coming out,” Alexei said as they Skyped a few days before the first game between the two clubs. “Jack, too, after end of Cup. He wants ask tiny baker to marry him. I’m just done waiting.”

Kent bit his lip. “I’ll come out, too. If you’re coming out, I want them to know that you’re spoken for, that you’re mine. That I’m yours. We can come out together.”

Alexei’s face lit up with a grin and that was that. They were coming out after one or the other of them won the Cup. It was real.

***

Kent shifted his weight from foot to foot, rocking slightly on the blades of his skates, as he waited for their introduction. They were playing game seven for the Cup on home ice and sure, that was stressful, but it wasn’t the only thing on Kent’s mind.

“You okay, Parser?” Swoops asked, punching Kent’s shoulder lightly. “I know that this game is it, that no matter what happens someone’s going home with the Cup, but we’ve won twice before, and last time was in game seven, and you’ve never been this nervous.”

“It’s not the game. It’s—gah,” Kent said. “It’s that after this I’m coming out. Publically. I talked to management and PR and they’ve okayed it. It’ll be me and my boyfriend presenting ourselves to the world.”

Swoops’ eyebrows shot up. “You’re coming out? And your boyfriend is here? We finally gonna get to meet the man who makes our captain into a lovesick fool?”

“Oh shut up,” Kent got out before he heard the beginning of Lady Gaga’s Poker Face followed by “here come your Las Vegas Aces!”

As they circled through warmups, Kent caught Alexei’s eye and winked. His boyfriend grinned quickly, then went back to his own warmups.

Kent had to focus. This was the Cup; he had to be the best. He couldn’t be anything else, not until the game was over.

***

Everything seemed to be going perfectly for the Aces. This was the way they should have been playing all along—if they had, they would have won the Cup in four; the series wouldn’t have dragged out to seven games.

When the final horn sounded and the Aces poured onto the ice in a shouting, hyper-excited mass, Kent couldn’t meet Tater’s eyes. He knew that only one of them was going to get to hoist the Cup, but he still didn’t want to see the sadness and pain associated with coming so close just to lose. It made even hoisting the Cup—for the third time; more times than anyone had every thought that the Las Vegas Aces would ever win—bittersweet.

“You gonna hold this thing with your boyfriend?” Swoops asked as Kent handed the Cup off to him.

“Haha, no. I can’t,” Kent said, and Swoops looked confused. He didn’t question it, though, until the next person had the Cup and he returned to Kent.

“What the hell do you mean, you can’t?” he demanded. “You just being selfish or what?”

Kent glanced across the ice. Most of the Falconers were gone, although Jack and Alexei still lingered, probably waiting for Kent.

As soon as Alexei saw that Kent was looking over at him, he started skating over to him.

“Not being selfish. It’s only superstitions,” Kent said and skated away from a still very confused Swoops, meeting Alexei at center ice.

“I’m sorry you lost,” he said, looking up at his boyfriend. “How do you want to come out? Interviews?”

Alexei shook his head. “You ready?”

Kent furrowed his brow. “Of course I’m ready. Are you changing your mind? Is that why you’re shaking your head?”

“No, not at all.” Alexei looked closely at Kent, gaze firm. “I’m never change mind about you.”

Before Kent could ask any more questions, Alexei wrapped his arms firmly around Kent and leaned down, pressing his lips to Kent’s.

Kent didn’t react for a moment, not believing what Alexei was doing, then he kissed him back. It was perfect, so very them.

“Hey, Tater,” Jack called after a moment, skating up behind them. “Coach is looking for you.” He glanced at Kent, still held tightly in Alexei’s grasp. “Congratulations, Kenny.”

As Alexei and Jack headed off the ice, Kent went to regain his team.

“What the fuck?” Swoops asked, staring at Kent. “I thought your boyfriend was here, but you’re out there at center ice making out with fucking Mashkov? What’s your boyfriend going to say?”

Kent shrugged. “I think my boyfriend is going to say ‘I’m never change mind about you’ and kiss me on the ice after I win the Cup.”

Alright everybody

I just feel like I have to put this out there for all the new Earpers joining our growing fandom.

I welcome you all with open arms no matter what brought you here and no matter who you ship with who or who you do/don’t like.

BUT

There are things I want you guys to know.

This is a fandom that is not built on hate and judgement. This is a fandom that respects the ships of others, even if it interferes with their own.

If you ship WayHaught, you’re pretty much in the clear. Most people ship them together, but if you don’t that fine. But know that most of us do, and be respectful of them. If you do ship them, you also have to be respectful of everyone’s own opinions about them.

And now for the real fandom war- Whether you ship WynDoc or WinDolls. Now, personally, I don’t have a preference. I want Wynonna to be happy with whoever makes her happy. But I know lots of people like one or the other, and for the vast majority of the time this show has been here, I have seen nothing but respect between the two sides. Most people I’ve seen who ship WynDoc still respect Dolls as a character and the Earpers who like him with Wynonna, and the same goes for people I’ve seen who ship WynDolls and respect Doc as a character or those who ship him and Wynonna.

But now, I see a lot of new judgement and hatred coming from this fandom that wasn’t here before. People are hating on Emily for giving some drama to WayHaught and saying she’s following typical tropes. I’m sorry, but when have you EVER seen a “Lesbian has a secret Vegas wife but doesn’t actually have an established romantic relationship with her” trope before? I certainly haven’t. We asked for fair representation that paints a picture of 3D characters with flaws and relationships that aren’t perfect, and that’s what we got. Not only that, but now the Dolls vs Doc fandom has been growing hostile towards each other, hating on other Earpers who ship one vs the other, taking badly about the characters, and over all spreading hate.

That is NOT what this fandom is about, and it’s not what we stand for. I don’t want to see us turn into another hate filled fandom full of discourse and ship wars. I think that a lot of this is coming from new people in the fandom who are used to this kind of behavior from other shows, but I just want to tell you all, that’s NOT what we are. We don’t do that to our fellow Earpers. We are respectful of each other’s opinions, of the cast and their wishes, and of the characters.

All I ask of you all is that if you’re new to the fandom, or if you’ve been here awhile and you’re joining this new hateful attitude, to please try and keep this fandom the way it was. I don’t want to see us go down this path. This show is something we all love and the people involved don’t deserve that, and neither do the Earpers who have always kept their opinions respectful of others. Thank you.

Before It’s Too Late (part 9)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just look at the gif.

A/N: My tia and tio want to take me to New York for my 18th birthday and I’m like woaahhhh. I’ve only ever been to Las Vegas, California, New Mexico and Texas and I only drove to those places and I’m like freaking outttttt.

The drive home was quiet, the only noise was coming from the radio playing some recent song. You didn’t even glance at Bucky once, just stared out the window until you got home.

The next morning you woke up before Bucky and went down to the kitchen where your mother was making coffee.

“Want a cup?” she questioned.

“Yes please.”

You sit down and watch your mother pour the coffee into two cups. She sits next to you and takes a sip of hers.

“So,” she spoke softly. “How was Tony’s New Year’s party?”

“It was fun.” you nod. “Had a blast.”

“Uh huh. What happened?” her eyebrow quirked up and you look at her questioningly.

“How do you know something happened?”

She scoffed. “I’m your mother. I know everything.” she responds. “So tell me what happened.”

You let out a sigh, taking a large drink of your coffee. “Bucky kissed me last night.”

Your mother nearly spit out her coffee. “What?!”

Your eyes widen and you shove her shoulder. “Will you be quiet?!”

“Sorry, sorry.” she whispered. “So he kissed you?”

You nod. “I turned to tell him happy New Year and he kissed me.”

“What happened after that?”

“Nothing.”

You watch as your mothers’ eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

“I mean nothing.” you shrug. “After we kissed Natasha came by and pulled me away to do shots with her. We haven’t talked about it.”

Your mother shook her head. “You need to talk to him.”

You frown. “I know. I’m just scared that-”

You stop talking when Bucky enters the kitchen. He rubs his eyes like a child would before looking at you and your mother.

“Oh, hey.” he says.

“Morning Bucky.” your mother smiles then turns to you. “Well I should bring your dad some Advil. He was doing the worm last night.”

You nod and watch your mother leave the kitchen before turning to Bucky. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

You flash him a small smile and stand up. “I’ll make you some pancakes.”

You make your way around the counter when Bucky says your name, causing you to turn to him.

“How about we go to IHop?”


You watch as Bucky shoves a forkful of pancakes in his mouth while you took small sips of the hot chocolate in your hand. Bucky looks at you and smiles and you do the same before clearing your throat and speaking.

“We need to talk.”

He was hoping there wasn’t going to be a talk. Bucky quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and drank his apple juice.

“Uh… right, yeah.” he cleared his throat. “About last night-”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“Ripping the bandage off, huh?” he chuckled. You folded your arms across your chest and he licked his lips. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Why did you kiss me?” you repeat.

Bucky exhaled. “I didn’t mean to. I had too much to drink and it was in the heat of the moment.”

“So it wasn’t on purpose?”

Bucky shook his head. “No.”

You wished he had said yes. Even though you knew it was fucked up, you wished he said yes.

“Can we just… forget that ever happened?” he pulled you back to reality. “I just… it was a mistake. I would’ve never done it sober, I wouldn’t hurt Kristen like that I-”

“It’s forgotten.” you cut him off. You weren’t going to sit there and listen to him tell you that it was a mistake – that you were a mistake and how he would never hurt Kristen and Kristen this and Kristen that and Kristen, Kristen, Kristen. “Don’t worry. I know how much you like Kristen, my lips are sealed.”

Bucky smiled. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“Yeah…” you return the smile although it didn’t reach your eyes. “No problem.”


Christmas break soon came to an end which meant going back to the campus, in the warmth of your apartment. Upon getting home, Wanda and Natasha bombarded you with questions and Natasha didn’t fail to remind you that you had to tell Bucky how you feel otherwise she’d take matters into her owns hands.

It had been two days since you got back and you were on your way home from the campus when Bucky caught up to you in the hallway.

“Hey, wait up.” he grunted out. You stop walking and turn around, seeing Bucky jog over to you.

“Hey sorry, I didn’t hear you.” you apologize.

“It’s cool.” he shrugged as the two of you start walking again. “It’s good to be back.”

“Right? I didn’t know how much I missed the apartment until I got home.” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I stayed in bed for the rest of the day.” he says. “I saw Kristen yesterday and gosh. I missed her so much. I spent the entire day clinging to her. She’s just so… so… perfect.” you look up at him, seeing a big smile on his face and frown. Natasha’s words echo through your head.

You can’t keep your feelings all bottled up.

Stop hurting yourself like this.

You need to tell him how you feel.

“Bucky,” your mouth spews out before your brain could even process what was about to happen.

The two of you had reached your apartment door and stopped walking.

“Yeah?” he turned to you.

It was now or never. You had to do it, you just had to. You couldn’t keep everything bottled up anymore. You were just hurting yourself more and he deserved to know. Sure nothing may happen when you do and sure you may be putting your friendship on the line but little by little it was hurting you to be around Bucky.

“We need to talk. About everything.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean everything. The times you’ve almost kissed me, the time we actually kissed, everything.”

Bucky leaned in close. “I thought we said we were gonna forget that ever happened.”

“Well I don’t want to. Not anymore. We’ve just brushed everything aside and never really talked about anything.”

“Y/N.” he closed his eyes. “Please, let’s not do this. Let’s just forget about-”

“No! We’re not gonna forget about anything until we talk.” you fold your arms across your chest.

“Fine! Fine, let’s talk.” he copies your body movement before gesturing for you to speak.

“Tony’s New Year’s party. Why did you kiss me?” he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “-and don’t give me that ‘I had a lot to drink’ bullshit cause we both know you didn’t drink more than three drinks and you need way more to get drunk.”

Bucky sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know okay. I don’t have a reason for why I kissed you, it just happened. I saw everyone kissing someone and… I don’t know, I saw you and you looked really beautiful and I couldn’t help myself.”

You watch Bucky tuck his hair behind his ears. You didn’t know what to make out of this. Was there a possibility that he liked you? Or was he just like ‘hey, everyone else is kissing so why not’. Your silence made Bucky continue.

“And all those other times I’ve tried kissing you, it was just… you’re really pretty Y/N. There’s no denying that. The first time, when we were laying on your bed I took my time looking at you and I just had the urge to kiss you and I thought you wanted to kiss me too but then you got up and left the room. The second time was Christmas and… I just wanted to kiss you so bad. I don’t even know why. But then Kristen called and I was brought back to reality.”

When you hear Kristen’s name fall from his lips, you take a step back, colliding with your apartment door to put some space between you and Bucky but he takes a step forward. He had to like you, right? He’s talking about how much he wanted to kiss you and his body language right now makes you think that he wants to do it again. You see his eyes flicker down to your lips and he bites down on his bottom lip. He likes you. He’s making it very clear that he likes you. Now was the time. You were going to tell him how you felt.

You smile. “Bucky I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen and I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you. But, I’m in love with you. Nat kept telling me to tell you but I never did. I guess I was scared of rejection and what would happen to our friendship but it’s beginning to get harder and harder to be around you, especially when all you do is talk about Kristen.” you study his facial expression for a few seconds before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, Kristen is a really nice girl, Bucky and maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut about my feelings for you but I can’t go on living my life based on the what-if’s. I’m standing here in front of you, telling you that I’m madly in love with you, risking everything in hopes you feel the same way.”

You didn’t realize your eyes were filled with tears until they fell down your cheeks. “So do you?”

A few seconds passed before Bucky starts laughing, catching you completely off guard. “That was some good acting, Y/N. I didn’t know you were taking theater.”

He thought you were acting. He wasn’t taking any of this seriously.

“I’m not acting, Bucky. I’m being serious. You can ask any of our friends. They all know that I have feelings for you.” you wipe your tears away.

The smile that was on Bucky’s face from laughing slowly disappears. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m in love with you, Bucky! Since we were sixteen! I want to be the one you hold hands with and the one you kiss. I want to go on dates with you and call you mine. I want to do cute things that couples do. I just want to be with you. You make me happy.” you reach up and place your hand on his arm softly. “Please tell me you feel the same way.”

The two of you stare at each other and it looks like he’s going to kiss you until he scowls at you and yanks his arm out of your grasp as he takes a step away from you. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped and you gasp, hearing the hostility in his voice. “Why would you tell me all this when you know I’m in a relationship with Kristen? You know how much I like her, why would you – what did you think was going to happen? That I was going to be like ‘oh I love you too’ and drop Kristen to be with you?”

You start crying again but this doesn’t stop Bucky.

“I don’t know why the hell you’d tell me this now. You had five years to do it and you wait till I’m in a relationship with a girl that I really like to tell me. I was happy, Y/N. And then you go and throw this shit on me and-” he stops speaking and just sighs.

“Bucky,” you whimper. “I’m sorry, I know what it looks like but I promise you my intentions were to only tell you how I felt. I couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore.” he doesn’t look at you and you touch his arm only to have him move. “Bucky please. Let’s just talk, don’t-”

“I can’t do this with you, Y/N.” he says, stepping back.

“Buck.” you sob.

He looks at you, heart clenching at the sight of you crying and guilt filling him. But he doesn’t move from his spot. He opens his mouth to say something when the elevator dings. Bucky turns his head to see who’s there while you cover your face with your hands, crying.

Kristen. It was Kristen who got off the elevator. She sees you crying and a look of concern washed over her face. “Is everything okay?”

You remove your hands and look at Bucky. The handsome brunette turns and looks at you before nodding. “Everything’s fine. Let’s go.”

You watch him walk over to Kristen, placing his hand on the small of her back as he guided her into his apartment. He glances at you once more before shutting his door.

You let out a loud sob, being unable to contain it before you rush into your apartment. You lock your door and throw yourself on your bed, drowning your cries and sobs and tears into your pillow.


A/N: This took me 5ever to write. I hope ya guys enjoyed this part, tell me what ya think!

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1, 14, 15 for the Drabble thing <3

1.The skirt is supposed to be this short.

JJ and Garcia had been the first to notice the new addition to your wardrobe when you entered the conference room that morning.

“Since when did you start wearing skirts to work?” JJ teased, taking the opportunity since it was just the three of you in the room at the moment.

“And ones that could be considered so scandalous?” Garcia joined in as she prepped the files for the rest of the team members.

“This skirt would only be considered scandalous back in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ times,” you laughed incredulously at your friend’s comments, “And besides, I thought it was cute and would mix up what I usually wear to work.”

“It is very cute,” Garcia confirmed, coming to where you stood and handing you a case file, “And very short.”

Throwing your head back and groaning, you chuckled softly, “The skirt it supposed to be this short!”

Tilting your head back down, you noticed that Spencer had come to enter the conference room, and when his eyes settled on the hot topic of your previous conversation, he swallowed harshly.

JJ and Garcia also noticed this and shared a knowing look between each other as Spencer took his usual seat right next to your usual seat.

“See something you like, Spencer?” Garcia whispered to the blushing man as she handed him a file while you took a seat next to him.

Rolling your eyes, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe when Hotch walked in and immediately began briefing the team.

At one point, Hotch turned his attention to Rossi and you felt Spencer’s hand come to rest on your knee.

“I do like your skirt,” his voice just loud enough for only you to hear.

“Thank you,” your own voice no louder.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we were a little late boarding the plane?” Spencer asked, trailing his hand ever so slightly up your thigh.

“Not at all.”

You prayed that no one noticed the smile you had to bite back or the hickey that would soon come to appear on your neck.


14. Take. It. Off.

“Please tell me that was the last box,” you huffed, taking a seat on the floor next to one of the many cardboard moving boxes placed sporadically around Spencer’s living room.

Nostalgia had struck Spencer after returning from a visit to Las Vegas to see his mother last week, prompting him to bring up the boxes of memories he kept stored in the basement of his apartment.

“There’s only one more,” Spencer assured, sliding a box labeled ‘photo albums’ out of the pathway you had created towards the door, “I’ll go get it and then we can start going through them.”

Humming in agreement, you scanned the boxes that were settled around you, wondering which one Spencer would want to open first when he returned.

Just to your right, the simple Sharpie label of ‘CHESS’ caught your attention the most. Imagining that it was most likely full of vintage chess boards that Spencer had collected over the years, you figured that was a good box to start with.

Standing up from your previous position and tearing back the tape that sealed it shut, you were pleasantly surprised to see a golden baseball hat residing at the top. Picking it up, a smile grew across your lips upon reading the black lettering of “Las Vegas Chess Champion 1989”. The thought of a little eight-year-old Spencer wearing the hat atop a mess of his untamed curls made you giggle before adorning the hat yourself.

As you began to carefully remove the chess boards that the hat had been on top of, you heard Spencer re-enter the apartment and close the door behind him.

“Babe, did you see a box mark—” Spencer stopped in the middle of his question upon seeing the familiar tone of yellow, “Where did you find that?”

“In this box with your chess boards,” your smile drooped, having expected him to be far more excited when seeing the relic.

“I thought I got rid of that,” Spencer swiftly set the box in his hands down and made a move towards you, “Please, take it off.”

“Why would you want to get rid of it?” you dodged his attempt to remove the hat from your head.

“Y/N, please,” Spencer ignored your question, the tone of his voice growing desperate, “Take. It. Off.

Before you had the chance to respond, Spencer was quick to close the space between you and wrap one arm around you while his free successfully snatched the hat from your head.

Squealing with laughter, you attempted to reach your arm just as high as Spencer’s to retrieve the hat back but settled back onto your feet when you realized your efforts were pointless.

“Alright, fine,” you feigned defeat, placing your forehead against his chest “But, Spence, why did you want to get rid of it in the first place?”

Lowering his extended arm to drop the hat on the sofa besides him, Spencer sighed, “The day after I won the chess tournament, I wore that hat to school, thinking that I was so cool,” his voice drifted off, “And well, we both know how uncool the rest of the high school already thought I was…”  

Your heart dropped at Spencer’s explanation for the embarrassment he had in regards to the baseball hat. Even if he had grown past the bullying he had experienced in school, it was obvious that some pain continued to linger.

Glancing down at the hat that was now by your leg, you smiled sadly before picking it up and placing it on Spencer’s head, right where it belonged.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I bet you looked just as cool then as you do right now.”

And for the first time ever while wearing that hat, Spencer felt proud.


15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

There were a million other places you would have rather been then an overcrowded bar right now. Most nights, you would be partaking in shots with Prentiss or singing a horrible rendition of some Journey song with Garcia and Morgan; but between the silent treatment that Spencer was giving you and the creepy stare you were receiving from a man at the bar, you had had enough of the night.

Pushing your way through the hoard of people on the dance floor, you made your way over to the spot of the bar where Morgan and JJ were stood, both of them ceasing their conversation at your arrival.

“Spencer still refusing to talk to you?” JJ asked sympathetically, being able to see the dejection that still resided on your face from the previous argument that the two of you had.

“Not a single word,” you shook your head, glancing back to see that Spencer was still sitting at the booth you had all chosen when you arrived, his eyes trained on the drink in front of him.

“So I’m just gonna head out,” you motioned towards the exit of the bar, receiving understanding nods from both of the agents.

“You go home and relax,” Morgan stepped forward to give you a hug, “I’m going to try and talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours.”

Lightly laughing for the first time in hours, you bid them both a good night before making your way back through the crowd of people and out of the bars overwhelming atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air and reaching for your car keys in your purse, the sound of the door slamming caught your attention.

“Hey, there,” the voice was unrecognizable, but when you turned around, you were met with the man who had been staring at you since you entered the bar.

“Hi?” your response came out more as a question than a statement.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you left without the guy you came with,” his breath reeked with vodka as he came to stand closer to you, “And I thought maybe you’d be into leaving with me instead.”

Taking a step back, you scoffed at the complete stranger, “I’m not, at all.”

Sudden anger flashed across the man’s glazed eyes, “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

Even if you were a trained FBI agent, the man’s threat made your heart race and your palms go clammy.  

“Take one more step near her and I will not hesitate to shoot you,” Spencer’s voice rang clear and authoritative through the tense air, taking both you and the man by surprise.

“You don’t even have a gun,” the drunk man snarled, unmoved from his position near you.

Moving the jacket of his suit to reveal that he was in fact still carrying, Spencer spit venom in his words, “Back away from her, now.”

No longer willing to continue harassing you or run the chance of getting shot, the man was quick to practically run past you, in the complete opposite direction of Spencer.

A shaky sigh of relief had barely left your mouth before Spencer had pulled you into his arms, his own body shaking with fear at the idea of what could’ve happened if he had not come to apologize to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, “I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t think you would come after me.”

Shaking his head, Spencer tipped his finger under your chin and made you look at him, “I will always come after you, I can’t lose you.”

Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Spencer pulled you into him once more, not yet willing to let you go.

This Day in 1D History - August 1

2011: 

  • :D

2013: 

  • British GQ hits stands
  • Louis gets signed to the Doncaster Rovers!!!
  • Harry is an absolute menace at the Vegas hotel
  • Harry gets into the swing of things at Cirque du Soleil :))

2014: 

  • Where We Are Tour concert – Toronto, Canada, feat. “If any of you ever come to England, you’re gonna stay at MY CASA!”

2015: 

  • Nilo hit Lollapalooza!! 

2016: 

  • Harry goes for the most ridiculous bike ride in London (HIS PHONE LOOK AT HIS PHONE WTF)
  • Niall vents on Twitter and #respectniall trends <3
  • Liam thanks everyone for the TCAs :))
  • lil Fredster gets his first guitar lesson :) <33
Camp Mockingjay - Ch 10

Originally posted by recked

We’ve reached the end of Camp Mockingjay, our first - but definitely not last - Everlark-your-own-adventure. Before we let you dig into the gorgeousness that is this final chapter - expertly penned by the always amazing @burkygirl - we wanted to take a moment to thank our incredible round one authors. 

@peetabreadgirl, @katnissdoesnotfollowback, @hutchhitched, @javistg, @appleblossomgirl0305, @titaniasfics, @xerxia31 and @burkygirl - each of you has brought your enormous talent to this adventure, each of you is responsible for its success, and we are all enormously grateful!

(Find the previous chapters here.)

And now - the final chapter of Camp Mockingjay.



The picture is a bit faded. I’d sort of forgotten about it. It’s the first one that was ever taken of Peeta and me, young and in the heady throes of new love, grinning stupidly at the camera on the last day of our summer job at Camp Mockingjay.

Things sure have changed a lot since then.

I tuck the snapshot into the cardboard box in front of me and reach for my tape gun. The tape makes a horrifying scritching noise as I drag it across the seam of the box, but the snap it makes when I cut it off at the other end is rather satisfying. The last box. The house is finally packed. Thank god. And I didn’t manage to slice my thumb on this one, so there’s that.

Gale pops his head in the bedroom door. “That the last one, Catnip?”

I stand up and dust off my knees. “Yep.”

He hefts it into his arms and grins. “I’ll pop it in the truck.”

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The One After Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, use of restraints (for Dean) mention of anal play, mention of spanking (sorta), edging. Pretty much PWP

Word Count: 3152

A/N: This one is written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess birthday challenge. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADIES! It also has a Part 1 that was posted earlier today. Thank you goes to @avasmommy224 for betaing this for me. Feedback is appreciated and I hope yall enjoy!! ♥

Dean’s POV

It’s been a month since that night in Vegas and no matter how many women I pick up, no one has compared to her. It seems like just plain old vanilla sex just isn’t enough anymore. Yeah, I get off but it’s just not the same. Then there was the one other time I tried the sub thing with another chick…it got weird, quick.

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Lust | Seven Deadly Sins Series [Part One]

Dean x Reader

This will be a 7 part series with each part related to one of the “seven deadly sins”

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone so long. What’s it been now? 6 months? That’s too long! But I’m back. Giving you a new 7 part series. I figured y’all would want some steamy smut to start with. Usually I would work up to this but there’s plenty more opportunities to sprinkle a little more smut into this series. Hope you enjoy and don’t forget, feedback is always nice!

Summary: You and Dean have been working together for a few months. You knew each other as kids and you’ve been nursing a crush on him for a long time. You finally let him know how you feel and things start to get hot.

Warning: Smut / just assume all the smutty things are going to be touched on (pun intended) in this first part :) You may need a cold shower after this one

6,000 +words

Originally posted by winsync

The smell of Dean’s aftershave, mixed with worn leather and whiskey, causes your knees to feel a little weaker and your mind to drift off into what-if’s and different, possibly inappropriate, scenarios with him. He’s been standing too close to you this whole time and in this little cubicle you really couldn’t blame him.

“Okay we’re getting nowhere” Dean’s rough voice broke you from your trance and brought you back to reality.

The guy he’s been questions just keeps answering with “umms” and “uhhs” and you can tell by Dean’s tight jaw and stiff stance that he’s had enough of it. You can see Dean’s fists start to ball up, his knuckles turning white.

“Hey,” you put your hand on Dean’s arm, hoping it will bring his blood pressure down a little “why don’t we just go back to the sheriff’s department and see if they have any new evidence?” you asked Dean in a clam but stern voice.

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O Mama Don't You Cry - Zach Werenski

Originally posted by goldanklebonecups

Notes: look its not a smut for once (and ima wait on a few smuts, write a few non-smuts for you all then post bc :) ) but yeah, here’s a sUPER cute Zach Werenski one and its a lil fluffy with a bit of a grumpy zach so be excited!! also i feel like my titles have nothing to do with the story and im sorry

Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking

Mentions: Dylan Larkin, Jack Eichel, Auston Matthews, Noah Hanifin, Charlie McAvoy, a few more

Requested By @werenzki (also check out her imagines bc if you have time to binge-read, would definitely recommend!!): I’d love who when the reader is at some party or something and she’s interested in zach werenski but he thinks she’s into Dylan Larkin so he gets sort of awkward and jealous but by the end of the night she turns her attention to Zach and it’s all cute and stuff..

Up Next: idk its a surprise y’all

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They’re Going to Love You-Jason Blossom x Reader Imagine

REQUEST: Can you do a Jason Blossom imagine where y/n is only friends with Archie because she’s popular and Archie wants her to meet the rest of the group so she brings Jason but things go south because Y/n doesn’t like Betty and then Jason takes her home and comforts her. Sorry if it’s a lot lmao

WORD COUNT: 1513

WARNINGS: Angry Betty, Swearing

A/N: So I managed to write this before going to bed, I also changed the idea a little bit but I hope it still lives up to what you wanted. :)



Tonight was the night, the night you were meeting Archie’s group of friends. You squeezed Jason’s hand as you walked up the front door of Archie’s house. “It’s going to be okay (Y/N), they’re going to love you.” Jason assures you. You smile weakly up at him. You had been friends with Archie for a while now, ever since his popularity rose and you actually realised he existed. You and your boyfriend Jason become quick friends with him and he eventually asked you to meet the rest of his friends. Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, Kevin Keller and Betty Cooper. You knew little of these people, never listening to the rumours that spread around the school like wildfire, even if it was coming from Cheryl. You slowly climbed the front steps that led to Archie’s front door. Jason knocked on the door and a dog started barking somewhere inside the house. “Vegas stop!” Archie’s voice yells out. He opens the front door with a wide smile on his face. “Hey guys, come on in, dinner is nearly here!” He says, hugging you and Jason. He leads you into the lounge room where 4 pairs of eyes watch you and Jason carefully. You smile at the group sitting in front of you. “Guys, this is (Y/N) and Jason and this is Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and Betty.” Archie says, going around the room. Veronica, Kevin and Jughead all smile at you, giving you small waves and clearing a space on the couches so you two could sit but Betty, Betty just eyed you two. A smile never reached her face and her eyes remained cold. You swallowed nervously and looked up at Jason but he didn’t notice as he had struck up a conversation with Kevin and Veronica about one of their classes that they shared at school. You cleared your throat and looked at Jughead and Betty and smiled.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Since you're one of my favourite writers here on Tumblr, I was wondering if you have any top fav Bucky/Seb fics?? Maybe top fav masterlists? I've already read all your fics and I know if you recommend something it's gonna be good aff

Can I just first tell you how absolutely honored I am to be one of your favorites? That really means everything to me, thank you so much.

As for Bucky/Seb fics and top masterlists? Buckle in, my friend!

Originally posted by muvana

@bovaria : Masterlist - Personal Faves: Do Me a Favor | Through the Years | Literally anything from Tesla is a blessing to my life. She has an extensive masterlist with plenty of Bucky on it. Honestly, she’s an AU queen.

@sebbytrash : Masterlist - Personal Favs: желание  |  Postcards | For someone that claimed to not be a writer for years, Kale has written some of my favorite pieces. Her work is stunning, detailed and well worth the time.

@bionic-buckyb : Masterlist - Personal Favs: Open Water | What Happens in Vegas | Kait is an incredible talent. Her work always has me on the edge of my seat and wanting more. She’s super descriptive and her stories get me so excited for more.

@marvel-ash : Masterlist - Personal Favs: In an Instant | Surrender | Ash always comes up with the craziest, unique plots. Her fem readers are rarely ever weak, mary sue characters, which I love. Her work is captivating and again, you’ll be on the edge of your seat.

@serzhantkris : Masterlist - Personal Fav: Waiting Room | I wish I could write like Kris. You feel every single emotion she is trying to convey and it’s honestly a beautiful thing.

There are so, so many people I want to add to this but I’m pressed for time atm. Happy reading!

What Happens In Vegas... (Part 1)

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Summary: After a nasty breakup, you head to Vegas to try and have some fun, only to find yourself completely overwhelmed and alone. However, your bartender comes to the rescue, making you an offer you don’t want to refuse. Thanks to him, your week long vacation certainly turns out differently than you could have ever expected.

Author’s Note: This is my first ever Bucky story and I am so excited! It was written for @bionic-buckyb‘s AU Writing Challenge in celebration of 5k followers. My prompt was ‘vegas’, so I really hope I did it justice! I’m planning on turning this into a mini-series, so please, let me know what you think!!! 

Warnings: Language; mentions of cheating; pure, teeth rotting fluff; heavy make-out session

Word Count: Roughly 5,000 (yikes)

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Sliding onto the stool with a sigh, you propped your chin on your hand and stared at the colorful bottles of various alcohols in front of you. This was so not how you wanted to spend this night, but it was better than locking yourself in your room like a hermit. If you were being honest, just thinking about the next few days made anxious nerves twist in your stomach. This trip was mistake, I should’ve just left well enough alone-

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” The deep voice broke your trance, bringing your attention to the bartender.

“I’ll have a shot of Patrón,” you mumbled, straightening up and pointing at the bottle. “Silver, please.” You watched as he poured the liquid into the glass, picking it up and slamming it back as soon as it was full. Shoving it back toward him with a grimace, you cleared your throat before speaking again, trying to talk around the burn. “Hit me.”

Not taking your eyes off the glass, you watched as he poured you another, once again slamming it back and repeating the request. After the third, you needed a break.

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Fallout OC Q & A

I’ve been wanting to to a thing where I have a single question that can be answered by all of my Fallout girls. Today’s question is: What is their favorite beverage?

I’ll answer them in the order of the games, so it’ll go: Ruby (Fallout 3), then Scarlett (Fallout: New Vegas), then Red (Fallout 4)

Ruby favors the classic Nuka Cola over any other drink. Even if it’s flat.

Scarlett loves Sunset Sarsaparilla a little too much. She’s drunk enough to drown a horse.

Red’s favorite is Nuka Quantum. She loves the blue glow & zippy taste, even though she knows it contains a radioactive isotope.

I have some other questions that can be answered by all 3 that I’ll doodle out soon, but if you guys come up with any, feel free to send them to my ask box anytime. :)

Prove it

Gifs not mine ——> Credit to the owner

Requests open

PLEASEEEEE one where you are steve’s fiancee but he keeps on postponing the wedding and you get mad


Everything was ready for next week, I smile as I leave Steve’s and I apartment in order to have my bachelorette party with the girls. Natasha was waiting for me in the car but as soon as I watch her face I know she has bad news.

“What happened Natasha?” She sighs and hugs me next, I break the hug following her to tell me the news.

“I’m so sorry darling but Bucky just called me. He says that he, Sam and Steve needed to go in a mission right now so instead of going to his bachelor’s party they took a quinjet to Austria. He thinks that maybe he will be here for the wedding but he doesn’t want to dissapoint you so he thinks is better if you can postpone the wedding” I sigh at the long statement and I was about to ask her why he didn’t call me to tell me everything but she interrupts me by speaking again “Steve is planning everything with Sam so he asks for your forgiveness” I nod trying to understand the situation. If it was not important I’m sure he will be not doing this to me “But hey! Chins up. We still have that reservation at Mandala so it’s better to not leave it! Let’s party okay? Wanda and Pepper are waiting for us!” She opens the door for me and I enter her car trying to smile a little more. Maybe a party night will help me considering that tomorrow I will need to make a lot of calls…


“I know that Deborah is so busy but please miss you need to understand. My fiancé and me are Avengers and he had a last minute call for a mission so please please please can we move the wedding cake, it will be just two weeks later than the original date” Currently I’m begging in City Sweets & Confections for the post ponning of the wedding. Tony got us a place in the long line of brides that wanted their cake from Deborah and I can’t loose the cake too considering that I lost all the flowers and I was in need of arranging a new florist.

Last week has been a mess for me because I’m postponing everything, as I was waiting for the assitant answer the close of a door interrupt me making me walk over there only to see my fiancé placing his shield at the floor. I make a signal for him to wait a little bit

“Thank you so much! I really aprecciate this and please give my thanks to Deborah too!” I hang the phone call happily considering that they agree to move the date and I make my way to my incredible handsome fiancé that is still in his mission suit. “How was everything baby?” I hug him despite the smell he has and the dried blood in his suit.

“I’m so sorry doll. I made you move everything and I couldn’t even tell you in person or even by a call…” I nod at him helping him quitting the suit as I start to also prepare him a bath.

“Don’t worry Stevie. Everything is arranged for August 5th, only the florist was a total bitch but I have a new one!” As I turn around I see the face of fear in my fiancé. “What? The flowers will be the same I swear… just a little bit more expensives but don’t worry for it-” I get interrupted by Steve pulling me closer to his muscular chest.

“Yeah…is just that maybe I need to go in a another mission doll so what about we change the d-” I quickly set aside from him and I can feel how the anger invades my whole body. “Doll, please listen t-”

“We promised no missions! You know that I receive daily new missions but I told Fury that I would turn them down until we came back from our honemoon Steve!” He flexes his arms and tugs his hair indicating me that he is frustrated.

“I know doll but we have sighting of one of the other winter soldiers and we can’t let this go! You need to understand that this is priority (Y/N) and not a fucking wedding!” He tells me screaming but as soon as his words are said I can tell by the look of regret in his face that he wants to take them back “(Y/N) I didn’t mean t-” 

“You know what Rogers? You propose to me three fucking years ago. You told me that you wanted to wait until you find Bucky, then we were criminals and you wanted to wait until everything was alright. Then you wanted to wait until Bucky was okay. And I have understand everything because you are my priority always. But if I’m no yours then I’m glad we have waited this time” I take my wallet and cell of the table as I make my way to the door.

“(Y/N) wait, that wasn’t what I was trying to say. You know you are always my priority doll.” I laugh

“Prove it” I turn away facing him as the tears fall from my eyes “In the table is the card with all the numbers of the catering, the florist, the cake, the venue, everything. You can call and cancel. Also tell the guests that the wedding is cancelled because I’m not your priority” I close the door slamming it as I make my way out of the building wondering where can I go.


It’s almost eight p.m meaning that twelve hours have passed since I left Steve’s and I apartment. Of course I didn’t mean everything that I yell at Steve but he needs to establish his priorities first considering that I have been by his side supporting every decision of him the last six years that we have been together as a couple.

I have been at the Avengers tower helping Tony with his suits and thanfully he hasn’t even asked me why I’m here. He just understand that I needed to be alone for a little bit and I’m glad.

Suddenly the door is open and F.R.I.D.A.Y tell us that my fiancé is here.

“Capsicle! How are you? Are you looking for your incredible hot and intelligent fiancé because if the answer is yes she is not here. I have kidnapped her and make her my sexual slave” I laugh at Tony as I stand up in order to go with Steve.

“In your dreams Stark” He raise his arms 

“A man can dream” 

“I’m here to take her back to our place. Thanks for keeping her safe Tony” He nods

“No worries Cap, you can fight more for me if that means that she will come here to help me. Feels great to have by my side a great mind that doesn’t even speaks!” I smile at him surprise that even if I haven’t speak he knew that Steve and I got into a fight. I hug him goodbye as I leave the tower with Steve by my side.


As I enter the apartment I can sense the smell of lasagna, my favorite plate. The trip back to our place was full of silence because personally I still didn’t want to speak with Steve. 

“I made your favorite doll” I look at him 

“Thanks” He smiles at me but still cautious of my reaction.

“I talk to Natasha” He moves the chair in order of me to sit. “Apparently she wants to throw you a big big big big bachelorette party at Las Vegas. My only request was to please have no strippers because let’s face it baby girl. I could do better that that” I leave a little laugh at his statement which he smiles bigger at me. “So I made your suitcases already because all of you will be leaving tomorrow” I look at him surprised “Well…today is wednesday so you will be enjoying the party thursday and friday but you need to promise me that you will not be late for our wedding in saturday” Agains he smiles at me and laughs at my confussion look. “You are my priority (Y/N). Always, so I have called everyone and informed them that our wedding will be on saturday. Your parents will arrive in friday and I will be with them until you come from Las Vegas” 

Quickly I stand up from my chair making my way to him trowing myself at him and kissing him full of passion.

“How did you do it Rogers?” He kisses my neck and I can feel him smiling

“Maybe I throw in between Stark’s name and give his credit card number…” I laugh again as he stands up carrying me to our bedroom while he slaps my ass making me scream. “Don’t you ever say that you are not my priority doll because again I will need to prove you wrong”

“Prove it Captain” I tell him seductively as he leaves me gently in our bed covering my body with his.


@avengemenugget @theonethingforyouu

Dancing On My Own

A/N: I’ve been wanting to do a one shot to this song for awhile, but the idea I initially had probably would have angered a decent portion of the Rucas fandom.  Then Nat ( @reytonbleyer ) did a beautiful cover to this song, and another idea immediately hit me.  So, this little one shot is dedicated to her and to my birthday girl Augustė ( @hopefulforus ).  

The song is “Dancing On My Own” by Calum Scott (with a minor lyrical alteration that Nat also did in her cover).

Word Count: 5917

Rating: T

College AU:  Farkle never figured out that Riley was stepping back for Maya; therefore, Farkle never stepped in and made the NYE announcement.  

Angsty. (Are you surprised? haha)

Note: I turned this into a multi-chapter.  This is chapter 1.  The other chapters are below:

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | J | Q | K | A | J |


Riley Matthews hissed as her fingers brushed against the hot curling iron.  She quickly set the device down before she turned on her sink.  As she ran her throbbing fingers through the cold water, she groaned in pain.  “Good going, Riles,” she mumbled as she examined her tender fingers.

She looked up at the mirror as she examined her appearance.  She had about half of her hair left to curl and then she would be done.  She had spent the better part of her day picking out the perfect dress to wear that evening.  Part of her, a bigger part than she would ever admit, didn’t want to go, but she knew that there would be no way out of it.  Besides, it was one of her best friend’s birthdays.  She wasn’t going to miss that for the world, even if it meant another backslide, another night spent staring at something she knew she could never have.

‘Because you lied in 8th grade, and never attempted to tell the truth.’

‘You’re my brother, Lucas,’ she once told him.  Those four words had haunted the brunette for the last seven years—nearly a third of her life.  She thought that she was doing what was best for everyone.  She and Lucas had their chance at a relationship, and it resulted in them not even being able to communicate with one another.  She didn’t want that.  She never wanted that.  He was one of her best friends, and she could never imagine her world without him in it.

At the same time, ever since that 8th grade proclamation, her world with him in it was slowly destroying her.

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shimmervee  asked:

how would new vegas companions react to. memes. imagine for a moment that memes could be transferred on pip boys. who would send which memes to whom, that sort of thing

Arcade: He doesn’t really get most of them, but he thinks the ‘me, an intellectual: ’ ones are funny. 

Boone: He isn’t really amused by them, but still wants to know what the Courier is laughing at. 

Ed-E: he beep

Lily: Doesn’t understand any of them but laughs at them anyways. She doesn’t send any but whenever she gets one she makes sure to show anyone and everyone around her. 

Raul: Farm memes make him laugh, and he’ll show the Courier but they don’t really get it. 

Rex: what is a meme

Cass: Surprisingly laughs at almost all of them, and will send any that she finds. If the Courier ever talks about her liking memes, she’ll deny it even though it’s obvious that she does. 

Veronica: “Come to ___ in the next 20 mins if you want an an ass kicking”

Vulpes: He wants nothing to do with these, “memes.”

Hugo Date Answers

Date 1:


  • American Longfin   /
  • Blue nosed wigglyfish  ❤
  • Humphead Wrasse   /

  • Paranormal fish trivia.   /
  • Psychiatric fish trivia.   /
  • Political fish trivia.  ❤🍆💦

  • Serious as a heart attack.   #
  • Absolutely not.  ❤

  • I’d rather stare at you   #
  • We can learn a great deal from mother ocean  ❤🍆💦
  • Are those two sharks kissing?   /

  • We don’t have time for games here.  ❤
  • That’s an easy five to ten in the clink.   /
  • I’m not afraid to hit a child.   #

  • Lay down the law.
  • Try to relate to her.
  • Bribe her.

Minigame: PENGUINS SO MANY PENGUINS. I literally have no idea, but try to hit the penguins without letting them escape until the game says “Bribe that teen!” then you have to somehow get the hand to hit the girl. There is no “winning” or “losing” that I could tell. Even if you let lots of penguins escape.


  • I bribed a child.  ❤
  • I don’t know what she’s talking about.   #
  • You can’t play by the rules when there’s penguins on the line.   /

  • I love cheese boards.   /
  • I’m all about cheese boards.  ❤
  • There is nothing on earth more satisfying than a good cheese board.  ❤🍆💦

Date 2:


  • We’re just here for the cheese too   /
  • We’ll see what we can do to not hurt your feelings too bad  ❤
  • I will destroy you   #

The name of your team doesn’t seem to make a difference.


The correct answers are:

  • Endor
  • Edgar Rice Burroughs
  • The Count of Monte Cristo
  • Their Mother
  • Hulk Hogan
  • Poltergeist
  • Dogs
  • Zyzzyva(a type of American weavil)
  • Otter

  • If you win  ❤🍆💦
  • If you lose   #

  • Ask again.
    • Ask again.  ❤🍆💦
      • This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen  ❤🍆💦
      • Uh… wow…   #
      • Not a lot of people have seen this, huh?  ❤
    • Drop it.   / (END DATE)
  • Drop it.   / (END DATE)

Date 3:


  • What… did I just watch?  ❤🍆💦
  • I don’t know what’s happening but this is amazing.  ❤
  • KILL HIM, JOHNNY   /

  • It’s just okay   #
  • It’s actually really cool  ❤
  • I’m glad I’m here with you  ❤🍆💦

  • This is a sneaking mission
    • Hide behind merchandise rack   /
    • Duck under the snack counter   /
    • Quick, get inside of my shirt  ❤🍆💦
  • Create a Diversion
    • Do a cartwheel   /
    • Run away   /
    • Just scream   /
  • Just walk back to your seats   ❤

  • Give the crowd what they want  ❤🍆💦
  • Protect Hugo’s identity  ❤
  • Try to ignore it   #

  • Bomb Clancy   /
  • Mario Brawltali   /
  • Dad   /

  • Go for it  ❤🍆💦
  • Tap out, you coward   #

End.

An encounter - Archie

Archie X reader in which they meet for the first time.

Feel free to request a one shot/imagine! I’d be happy to make one. Include a name if you want too.


The light breeze gently rippled through Y/N’s hair as she leisurely walked on the sidewalk heading towards Pop’s Diner. The girl was new in town, she had only just moved to Riverdale two weeks prior, but she’d already sussed out that Pop’s was the place to be. The spring air filled her lungs whilst she took step after step in her worn out converse as she walked, lost in thoughts over the coming school year. However this was promptly interrupted by an excited yellow Labrador bounding towards her, barking and drooling. She squealed, for she was no fan of dogs, not after one attacked her three years ago.

“WOAH! Shit! Vegas! Stop! Oh my god Vegas, come back!” Shouts could be heard a mile away from a red headed teen, running quickly behind his dog, the lead trailing behind.

“Argh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t concentrating and he just pulled the leash out of my hand.” The guy explained whilst his dog continued to jump at her knees.

“Um, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” The girl replied warily, taking a couple steps back from Vegas whilst his owner retrieved the leash from the ground.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here, are you new?” The boy asked, running a hand through his ginger locks.

“Yeah, I am. I moved here from San Francisco a couple weeks ago.” She replied, very conscious of the excited dog ready to jump again.

“Ah, cool. I’m Archie. Archie Andrews, are you gonna be going to Riverdale High or..?” Archie questioned, beginning to walk slowly down the street, to which she did the same.

“I am, yeah. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.” She said politely, giving a slight smile.

“Well you’ve got someone to cling to at school now.” He said with a chuckle.

“Aha, I’m kind of nervous, if I’m honest. I don’t know anybody.” The girl told Archie as they turned a corner.

“Don’t worry about it. If you’re stuck you can come to me, no problem, and I know a load of people who’d be happy to have someone new too, you’ll do great.” He assured her, flashing her a smile.

“I’ve got an idea. Are you free like, now?” Archie stopped walking abruptly and turned to face the girl, ignoring his dogs frustrated tugs at the leash.

“Sure.” She replied.

“Come to Pop’s with me. Theres bound to be people there, and if not then we can get to know each other better. I just need to drop Vegas back at mine first.” Archie said, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“That could be fun.” Y/N answered. She waited outside whilst Archie took Vegas inside, secretly pleased the dog was going.

“Not a dog person huh?” Archie sensed how much more relaxed she was afterwards, walking a little closer to him in a slightly less jerky fashion.

“God no. When I was thirteen my friends dog attacked me. I had to go to the hospital and get shots, also it really really hurt.” She explained, showing her newfound friend the scar on her ear.

“Jeez. Vegas has never went for anybody, but fair enough.” He said sympathetically. When the pair reached Pop’s Archie held the door open for Y/N and Pop greeted them kindly. He gestured over to an empty booth for them and she smiled.

“Don’t let the abundance of nice people fool you, Y/N. This town has more than its fair share of psychos and weird shit, believe me.” Archie said, sitting down in the smooth leather seat across from Y/N.

“Wow, Archie, you’re really filling me with hope.” She teased, giggling. He smiled back.

“Well. I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed. Now, can I recommend the chocolate milkshake? It’s really good.” The redhead laughed.

“Sure.” Y/N said, before waving, beckoning over a waiter and ordering the pair two chocolate milkshakes and a bowl of fries.

“So, are you gonna join any extra-curriculars here?” Archie asked, closing the menus.

“I’m not sure. Back in San Fran I always wanted to join the cheer team, but I was too scared to, haha.” The girl explained with a nervous laugh.

“Aw, you could join it here. I’ve got friends in the team, Veronica Lodge and Betty Cooper. They’re nice.” Archie said, as the waiter brought the pair their milkshakes and fries.

“Maybe I will, who knows. God, these look amazing.” Y/N looked down at the light brown milkshake sitting in front of her. It was topped with a neat swirl of cream and a shiny red cherry.

“They are.” Archie smiled. There was a moment of comfortable silence as the two teenagers sipped their milkshakes, stealing glances at one another every so often. There was a chime, signalling that somebody had entered the diner. Archie looked up, which made Y/N turn around to see a blonde girl stood next to a dark haired boy with a beanie perched on his head. It was evident that they knew Archie, by the beams on their faces and sparkling eyes when they caught his. They made their way to Archie and Y/N’s booth and sat down.

“Betty, Jug, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s new here.” Archie greeted the pair, gesturing to his date.

“Is Pops the place where you meet every new girl in Riverdale then Arch?” Betty teased. Archie turned a shade of pink.

“I dunno, coincidence? When Veronica moved here, Y/N, Betts and I were at Pop’s when we first met her.” Archie explained.

“Dude, we went to your house but your dad said you were here. Ronnies coming back early tomorrow.” Jughead explained to his ginger friend.

“Oh ok. Is she still pissed or..?” Archie questioned whilst Y/N sat confused.

“Yeah I think so.” Betty answered.

“Veronica’s my girlfriend. Well was my girlfriend, possibly. We uh, we had a fight before spring break.” Archie said with a sullen look on his face.

“Aw. I’m sure it’ll all work out.” Y/N said sympathetically to be greeted by a sarcastic laugh from Jughead.

“Ha! You haven’t met Veronica have you? No, that ship has sailed, unfortunately for you Archie.” Jughead patted his friends arm.

“Well, this was fun, wasn’t it Jughead? I think I’ll walk Y/N home now.” Archie said, glaring at his dark haired friend. Y/N hurriedly got up from her seat and dug out her purse.

“Bye Y/N.” Betty said kindly.

“Yeah, see you around. Also, be gentle with Archie, he’s feeling a little fragile.” Jughead sniggered.

“Stop it! Shut the fuck up Jug!” Archie started getting a little angry.

“It’s okay, Archie. Bye guys!” Y/N pulled Archie’s arm and the pair walked towards the counter.

“Nah Y/N, I’ll get it.” Archie said, still a little pissed.

“It’s fine.” His date smiled.

“No, I’ll get it!” Archie said, a little louder.

“See, fragile!” Jughead shouted from the booth and Betty laughed. Archie turned around, ready to shout, but Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder and looked at him.

“Leave it.” She said. He paid the bill and they walked out of the diner.

“Sorry.” Archie sheepishly said, looking at his feet whilst the pair walked in the direction of home.

“It doesn’t matter. That kind of thing is always a tough subject I guess.” Y/n said to fill the awkward silence. Archie nodded in response.

“So-” Y/n begun. “Psychos and weird shit in Riverdale? I’m intrigued.” She questioned.

“It’s such a long story, I’ll have to tell it to you, properly, one day. For now though, just know that Blossoms are bad news. Very bad news.” Archie warned y/n.

“Aren’t they that super rich family? Big scandal about heroin a little while ago?” Y/n had heard about the Blossom family, and they certainly weren’t good things.

“That’s them. You missed out the parts about the father murdering his son, and their daughter burning down the house.” Archie corrected y/n.

“Oh. Jeez. Wow, okay so… Avoid at all costs?” Y/n asked, as the pair came to a standstill outside her house.

“Yep. This your place?” Archie questioned, gesturing towards the sizeable house in first of them. Y/n nodded, with a smile.

“Thank you, by the way.” Y/n said, as she turned to head inside.

“See you around, yeah?” Archie stood watching her. She turned her head to face him.

“Definitely.” She said. Archie watched her step inside her door, before heading home, a stupid grin plastered over his face. When he entered his own house he was greeted by Vegas, and a very smug liking Fred.