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Pete Dunne - “Keep your hands off what is mine”

Prompt: So I was at work just sitting at my desk listening to music when ‘Next Contestant’ by Nickelback came on (Yes, I listen to Nickleback don’t judge) and I immediately started writing this in my brain, so it’s kinda based off it. Jealous Pete. 
Requested: Nope
Warnings: None
Words: 1800+

“Put the god damn dress on and come out!” Liv yelled from the bathroom of your shared apartment “Everyone is town!” 

“I don’t know if I want to go out” you mumbled from the couch 

“You have to! Enzo, Cass, Carmella and everyone else are coming out!” Liv exclaimed

“Exactly everyone is going to be out” 

“Who gives a shit if Pete is going to be there” Liv shrugged. 

“I do” you sighed sitting up. You met Pete after the UK Tournament and you hit it off straight away. When he joined NXT with Tyler and Trent you spent all your time with him. Although you weren’t in a relationship. Pete made it clear from the moment that you started hanging out more that he didn’t want a relationship. He wanted to focus on his career which you completely understood. So you and Pete became more than a friendship but less than a relationship, which you were fine with until a week ago Pete started to ignore you. He wouldn’t text you back, he ignored you memes and even would turn the other way when you saw him backstage. 

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Just a Friend pt 1

louve-noir: Hi! First of all….I LOVE sites like yours. We as black women are underrepresented in fanfiction. May I have a Steve x reader? I would like the reader to work at the Avengers tower with Tony. She and Steve are really good friends and she tries to help him with Sharon but really she likes him. Can Bucky realize she likes Steve & tries to help the reader tell me.

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“Buck, this for sure shouldn’t rust. Sorry that dumbass over there decided to make your arm out of iron.” I say glaring at Tony who was busying himself by improving one of his suits.

“Well he shouldn’t of killed my parents huh?” Tony says, not even looking away from his work.

There was silence as Bucky’s face hardened and I didn’t know how to respond.

Instead I tapped him on the knee, “You’re all good Buck. I’ll see you later for beers with the guys at 8.”

He silently nodded, giving me a small smile before leaving the lab.

“Tony I’m done with the modifications for Peter’s suit. So I’m gonna go ahead and head out. Don’t forget to sleep at least five hours and to eat dinner.” I tell him, packing up my things.

“Alright, mom.” He says sarcastically with a salut and I nod with a smile.

I then make my way home quickly in order to freshen up before meeting Sam, Bucky and Steve for our weekly beer and pizza night at our favorite pub.

Once home, I take a quick shower and try to do something with my type 4c hair before giving up and letting it do what it wants.

“What to wear? What to wear?” I say to my cat, Dima.

Dima just looks up at me with his jade green eyes while I continue to look through my drawers for something to wear.

“Well I don’t want to wear something too casual since I’m already thought of as one of the guys. But I don’t want to look like I’m putting in too much of an effort. Even though I do want to impress Steve.” I say to the black cat that continues to look at me bored.

In the end, I decide to wear a black body con dress with a red flannel tied around my waist and my adidas superstars. Then I finish the look with some mascara and red lipstick that matched my flannel. This wasn’t that dressed up…at least it wasn’t for me.

Seeing that it was already 7:50, I go ahead and call an uber.

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Once I arrive to the pub, I see the three men sitting at a table in the corner. It was pretty hard not to miss the two super soldiers and the almost equally muscular Sam. A seat beside Steve was conveniently left empty for me.

“There she is!” Sam says, getting up to give me a side hug.

“Hey! What’s up?” I hug him back, before hugging Bucky and Steve and taking a seat.

God Steve smelled incredible as always. Honestly I was surprised that I was into Steve. He was different from what I usually went for—the bad boy type like Bucky, or the fashionable and street kind. But it didn’t really matter because it was obvious that he was way too into Sharon to notice me and besides, I’m not one to chase. Not to mention, he only thought of me as one of his good friends.

“You look great, what’s the occasion?” Bucky asks with a knowing smirk.

He was able to catch onto my crush on Steve although his best friend couldn’t.

“Boy, what you mean? I always look good.” I say flipping my hair for extra effect while Steve and Sam laugh.

Steve then pushes me a glass of dark liquid.

“Whiskey and Coke?” I ask excitedly.

“Of course, doll. And with an extra shot of whiskey. You’re the only girl I know that can handle this much whiskey.” He looks over at me with his piercing blue eyes.

“Well it comes with being a southern girl.” I say, emphasizing my south southern accent.

Sam then coughs, breaking Steve and I from our conversation.

“So you never finished telling us about your awkward encounter with Sharon.” Sam says with a slight laugh.

My face falls ever so slightly, but it isn’t missed by Bucky.

“It wasn’t awkward. I just don’t know what to say after we—“ Steve trails off.

“Kissed?” Sam finishes, not noticing that I didn’t really want to hear this conversation.

“I mean what do you say or do after that? Buck, surely you know.” Steve looks over at Bucky who was quietly listening and observing me.

“Steve, you know I don’t know today’s dames.” He shrugs and his eyes dart to me quickly.

Steve suspiciously looks from Bucky to me before deciding to brush it off.

“What do you think, Y/n?” He asks as I take a sip of my drink.

I’m gonna need a couple if this turns into another, help me with Sharon night.

“I don’t know. Just be normal and maybe ask her about the kiss casually? Don’t want to embarrass yourself if it meant more to you than her.” I say before I can stop myself and immediately feel like slapping myself in the back of the head for being stupid and giving him advice to get the girl I don’t want him with.

I can tell that Bucky feels the same as he looks at me with a deadpanned expression.

“Yeah, you’re right! I’m glad to have such a good friend like you, doll.” He says, side hugging me and I smile a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.

The night continues on with laughter, fake smiles (on my part), and funny stories from missions and before you know it, it’s about 10:30.

“I guess I better go. Gotta get up bright and early to help Tony tomorrow.” I stand and hug everyone goodbye.

“Hey, let me walk you home.” Bucky says getting up, causing Sam and Steve to look at us curiously.

Bucky and I were somewhat close compared to the rest of the avengers but I was still much closer to Sam and Steve since Bucky was just now opening up and going back to being himself.

“Alright?” I sort of ask as I link arms with Bucky as we walk out of the pub.

Once we’ve exited, Bucky stops us and looks at me.

“What the hell was that, Y/n? You’re obviously into the punk and you give him advice for another girl?” He huffs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Buck, he’s not into me. So why try? I’m not little miss perfect, blonde haired, blue eyed Sharon Carter.” I roll my eyes.

“That’s because he’s too stupid to see the tall, dark eyed, smooth skinned, beauty with cool hair.” Bucky says, building me up as we continue walking to my place and I can’t help but smile wide.

“Why do you want me with him so bad?” I ask, suspiciously.

Everyone liked perfect Sharon. Nat and Wanda invited her in our girls nights (which I stopped attending), Tony liked bantering with her, as did Sam, and Clint liked to spar with her and teach her to shoot arrows. I on the other hand didn’t like to be around to see how perfect she was and be jealous that I wasn’t the same.

“I just feel like you’re a better fit for him. You need someone who’s respectful and kind, and he needs someone more exciting that’ll keep him on his toes. Besides, I just like you more.” He shrugs an arm over my shoulder as we continue walking.

I ponder over what he said as we walk up to my apartment building.

“I get that you want me to be with Steve but I’m no Sharon and I have to deal with that. Thanks for walking me home, Buck.” I hug the super soldier around the neck and he hugs back cautiously, still afraid of hurting me with his arm.

“I don’t know. He looked pretty jealous when I was looking at you and offered to walk you home. But anyway, goodnight doll.” He smiles before turning on his heel and walking towards the tower.



@louve-noir  this is just part one. I’ll have part two out tomorrow probably :)

I need to queue some posts but I’ve been spending too much time playing Mario & Luigi games for some reason so don’t be suprised if my regular posting schedule just stops thanks to me not bothering to post anything

See you again

Taylor was sitting cross-legged on the couch in the living room. The scent of the French vanilla candle she had lit filled the room. The large flat screen TV was turned on and the shapes and lights in the movie cast flickering shadows into the otherwise dark room. She had merely turned it on for the noise.

She didn’t like the house being this quiet after the last couple of days. She and Adam had finally been able to spend some time together after what seemed like ages of being separated due to their crazy packed schedules.

He had taken a flight straight from his gig in the UK to make it to her LA show and get to spend the night with her.

It had been sometime during the second song of the night New Romantics that she had spotted his tall frame, standing in the sound booth next to her family, a huge grin on his face, nodding his head to the beat of the song. In this moment she felt her heart burst with happiness.

She had no idea he was going to be there that night; originally he had planned to stay in the UK since his next gig was going to be in Belfast. At least that’s what he had told her. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to finish the show. She loved being on stage, performing the songs she had put her heart and soul into for her fans but right then at that moment she could only think of throwing her arms around the tall DJ in the snapback and never letting him escape from her hug ever again.

It hadn’t always been easy for them, trying to maintain and develop a fairly new relationship over several continents for the last four months but moments like this one made it all seem worthwhile.

She performed song after song for the crazy wild crowd and with each one the smile on her face widened. More often than not, she found herself glancing towards the sound booth, locking eyes with Adam, silently showing him her happiness and gratitude for his surprise visit.

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight,

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says look up

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

You felt enough

 

She was singing the lyrics to her love songs directly to him and when she blew him a kiss during I know places the fans went berserk.

She loved how they supported her in every life decision she took and she was happy that they approved of their relationship. They could probably see how happy Adam made her and they couldn’t get enough of them. Whenever she posted a picture of her and Adam her social media accounts seemed to explode with responses. Neither of them had posted a picture or any other kind of evidence of their being-together for a while, so the fans were starting to demand some sign of their love for everyone to see.

She knew from her late-night Tumblr binge lurkings that they were all thirsty for a selfie of the two of them but at this point in time they were still trying to keep their relationship kind of low-key. As low-key as was possible for two world-famous superstars.  

After finishing the show, Taylor had 5 minutes to spare before she would go on to meet fans in Loft 89. She rushed out of her backstage room and right into his muscular arms.

“Babe, you have no idea how happy I am that you’re here”, she breathed into his ear, slightly having to stand on tiptoe. Being with him made her feel petite despite her 5’10 frame.

“Me too”, he smiled, “you did an amazing show tonight, baby, like you always do. I’m so so proud of you!”

She wrapped her arms tighter around his body and placed a short but sweet kiss on his lips.
“I gotta go to Loft now, see you straight after?” she asked.

“You bet, you will”, he winked as she rushed off to the Loft area.

When she came back, Adam was already waiting for her. He took her hand in his and led her through the dark corridors under the stadium to his car. Whenever she was with him, she felt safe in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. He always kept her close by his side; the way he held her small hand in his, firm yet gentle, caressing her fingers with his made her skin tingle with excitement and her heart content with love and security.

They spent the night at the huge LA mansion he had bought last year and which was entirely too big for just himself to live in.

Whenever he was there with her the house felt complete. He felt complete. He watched her sleep, stroking strands of hair out of her face. He saw her eyelids flutter; she was probably dreaming. When she stirred in her sleep and moaned something incomprehensible he drew her closer to his chest, cradling her slender body in his strong arms. He wanted to make her feel safe, make her feel loved. He wanted so badly for her to know, to feel what he felt for her. Which was pure, unconditional love.

He knew about her past, she had told him, and he didn’t want to be one of the guys who broke her heart and left her with the pieces.

After hours of not being able to take his eyes off the beautiful woman in his arms, he too finally fell asleep.

When he woke up he immediately noticed her absence. He heard noises downstairs in the kitchen. He groped around, looking for his shirt but couldn’t find it anywhere so he made his way down to the kitchen without it. The heavenly scent of bacon and eggs hung in the air.

Taylor was standing in front of his stove, wearing nothing but his grey T-shirt. She looked incredibly sexy.

“Good morning my love”, she smiled, “I’ve made breakfast! We have a wide selection of pancakes, croissants, bacon, eggs, bagels and various toppings for each of the aforementioned dishes.”

He put his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck. “Good morning to you, too beautiful”, what did I do to deserve this special breakfast service?”

“Well, I can think of a thing or two…you did last night”, she smirked.

“Given the fact that I think you look sexy as fuck wearing my T-shirt right now I could very easily be convinced to continue the things we did last night.”

“And I might just as easily be convinced”, she added, running her fingers down his firm abs, “but first: breakfast! I’m starving.”

As soon as they were done with their pancakes, bacon and eggs Adam picked Taylor up in his arms and carried her back to the Master bedroom. They spent the rest of the time they had left together in bed that day, before Taylor had to leave for her fourth LA show that night.

Knowing she would come home to Adam waiting for her made her incredibly happy. They spent the next five days like this, before Adam had to go back to the UK again.

Taylor enjoyed these moments with Adam immensely. Not only because they were rare but also because she felt at home with him. When they were together it didn’t matter whether they were in LA, Nashville or London: it felt like she had finally reached the place she had been looking for for all these years.

Time together was however always very limited and before they knew it they had to say their goodbyes again.

It didn’t get easier. Every time one of them had to leave they felt ripped apart in some way. Like a pair of two things that should not be separated but still had to endure the procedure.

Their only comfort lay in the possibility of being able to travel swiftly from place to place in private jets and cars and stuff. Still they missed each other immensely and FaceTime and texts were nothing compared to being able to touch and feel and love each other in person.

Adam had left for the UK some hours ago and Taylor was trying to out tune the quiet and empty house by turning on the TV. She sat curled up on the couch, her cell phone in her hand, scrolling through her camera roll and looking at all the dorky pictures they had taken during those few days together.

She chuckled to herself thinking about what her fans would say if they could see the hundreds and hundreds of pictures that existed on their phones but were not fit for publishing on social media.

She was just about to open her Tumblr to check the latest desperate pleas for some “Tayvin” action when her phone vibrated in her hands.

A text from Adam popped up on the home screen: “Arrived safely in UK. I miss you already. I love you. See you again soon!”
Her heart leapt and her fingers couldn’t be quick enough to type the reply: “I miss you heaps, too! I love you! See you as soon as possible! xxx”

Remember…The Haig’s First Open Win

By ED TRAVIS

A cocky young professional begged a few days off from his club job so he could play in the U.S. Open and though not a “name” player the 20-year old was full of confidence. He was playing well and even dressed-the-game in a pure silk striped shirt, white flannel pants with a red bandanna casually knotted around his neck and white buckskin shoes that set him back ten whole dollars.

The year was 1913 and the stylishly garbed pro was Walter Hagen in his first venture on to the national stage where he displayed his high self-opinion while introducing himself to defending champion, “You’re Johnny McDermott, aren’t you? Well, I’m glad to know you. I’m W.C. Hagen from Rochester and I’ve come over to help you boys take care of Vardon and Ray.” 

Certainly quite a beginning for Hagen in championship competition, especially against a future member of the World Golf Hall of Fame, Ted Ray, but more impressively in the same field was Harry Vardon, inarguably the best golfer in the world. 

Everyone knows the story of the 1913 Open at The Country Club in Brookline, Mass. when unknown American amateur Francis Ouimet soundly beat the English superstars Vardon and Ray in an 18-hole playoff. Most people though don’t know the brash future superstar Hagen finished three strokes out of the playoff after a triple bogey on the 14th hole in the final round. 

The next year the Haig, after declining a contract with the Philadelphia Phillies, made the trip to Chicago for the Open being staged at Midlothian Country Club. All was not to smooth sailing however as the night before play began Hagen and a friend decided to try lobster and oysters for the first time…a lot of lobster and oysters. Horribly sick (Hagen believed it was ptomaine poisoning) and with no sleep, he could barely walk. However he managed to tee off in the first round, posting a course record 68 that was followed closely Ouimet with a 69. 

After four rounds and battling his gastronomic problems the entire time Hagen prevailed with a score of 290 which tied the lowest 72-hole Open score to that point and won him all of $300.

Hagen’s first U.S. Open triumph was life changing. It gave him the “name” and fame (he already had the personality!) to build a lucrative career playing exhibitions in addition to competing in the sparse schedule of tournaments that would eventually become the PGA Tour. By forsaking his club position at the exclusive Country Club of Rochester he became the first of the modern golf professionals, banking instead on his money making ability on the course.

Ultimately Hagen had 45 tour wins including two U.S. Opens (1914 and 1919), four British Opens, (1922, 1924, 1928, and 1929) and five PGA Championships with an amazing run of four in a row plus he played for America on the first five Ryder Cups teams and captained the sixth.

The Haig’s was a superb competitor perhaps best reflected in in one of his most famous quotes, “Nobody remembers who came in second.”