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                                         Reasons I love AvAc! Stony

1. The first conversation that Tony and Steve ever have, they admit they like each other. Steve is just recruited and he wants to run for class president. Tony suggests he just take it but Steve says, “I like you Tony, but don’t ever disrespect the election process.” And Tony smiles and replies, “I like you too Cap, but by now you should know that I pretty much disrespect everything.” Then Tony campaigns for Cap anyway ;)

2. During the Civil War event, Tony made a Capsuit to put on a show for Steve. It was a cute ordeal more than anything, and Tony asks for a hug from Steve. Steve says no, and Tony apparently has a simulator where he’s hugging Steve in it. After, there’s a picture during the news announcement of Steve and Tony side hugging, smiling, and Tony is giving Steve bunny ears. (X

3. Once Tony told Steve that he was his “favorite field commander.” (X)

4. Steve is talking to Natasha about Tony and Natasha tells him, “You two should just get married.” (X)

5. When Ronan came to the Academy for the first GoTG event, Steve said, “I got your back, Tony.”

6. Once Tony told Steve, “What if I told you the internet thought we were the perfect couple?”

7. Tony offers to upgrades Steve’s shield to make it lighter, stronger, and capable of firing energy blasts and Steve replies with, “Thanks, but I think you’re fancy enough for the both of us.” While smiling happily and Tony is shocked.

8. During the Halloween event, Tony had to do a last minute cardboard Iron Man costume because Baron Zemo bought the last Captain America costume. He was going to be Cap! And he’s mentioned dressing up as Cap as a kid more than once. (X)

9. Tony said once, “I mock because I love. Ask Cap, I’ve been mocking him for months.” So….he’s loved him for months.

10. Tony asked Steve for girl advice, and said he was absurdly handsome. So they go working out together at the gym…clearly showing off for each other, and not a girl. Tony thinks he did a good workout, which Steve took as a joke. So he went to the gym with Tony again…I wonder why… (X)

11. They bicker like a married couple.

12. Tony always goes to Cap at the beginning of an event to plan out how to protect the Academy (because they’re leaders and work best together).

13. When recruiting Mockingbird Tony tells her she can trust Steve. Once she tells Steve that, he looks shocked and SO happy about it. (X)

14. Tony makes a blacksmith Iron Man outfit that is pretty revealing, which leaves Steve speechless. Once Tony says he’s a blacksmith, Steve tells him that was his second guess. Steve, what was your first guess you naughty guy? (X)

15. When you get Pepper she asks Steve, “will you keep an eye on Tony?” To which Steve smiles and replies, “I always do.” (X)

16. Tony Stark is such a Cap fanboy. He’s dressed up as Cap, he had Cap action figures, and he even had Jarvis make him Capcakes for breakfast as a kid. (X) (X)

17. When Ultron attacked, who has the mind of Tony, the first thing he did was make a Captain America robot and he calls the Capbot his greatest creation. (X)

18. When Tony finds out about RoboCap he’s shocked and disappointed he didn’t think to make a RoboCap first. (X)

19. When Ultron attacks Tony thinks Steve is going to blame him, but Steve doesn’t. He just encourages Tony and says they’ll defeat him together. (X)

20. During the Ultron event Tony mocks Steve by trying to do an impression of him and he says, “I told you not to build those robots, Tony. We should have been teaching bald eagles how to do the Charleston while balancing apple pies on our bulging biceps.” So Tony was checking Steve and his biceps out. Steve takes it as a joke and says just reassures Tony that they can fix the problem. (X)

21. Tony makes Cap an energy shield but when Steve uses it, it turns into a giant energy ball where Steve runs around in it. Steve knows Tony so well that he tells Tony to get his joke over with. Tony calls him Hamster America, and Steve would be more mad but he said it was a good workout. (X) (X) (X)

22. When Tony encounters RoboCap he says “sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect robot teeth.” He says he’s thought about saying that to Steve sometimes, but RoboCap says it’s too far. Tony then agrees and talks about how Cap is his friend and how polite he is. (X)

23. Tony’s wanted to make upgrades to Steve’s shield for better protection, but eventually he makes him an energy shield instead when Steve is in his Commander America uniform. (X)

24. During the Ultron event while Tony is working on Steve’s energy shield Steve tells Tony that he’s been having a recurring dream about a red dinosaur. Tony smiles and says he wishes Steve was that weird more often. (X)

25. Tony asks Steve, “How do you like my mancave?” (X)

26. Steve tells Tony that he’s more than just his tech. (X)

27. Tony loves Steve’s biceps. He’s commented on them more than once. Telling Steve about his “bulging biceps” and when Gladiator Cap showed up, Tony said he’s seen Steve checking out his own biceps. Steve says he hasn’t and asked Tony if HE’S been checking out his biceps…Tony then says he’s a scientist (which means yes, he’s been checking Steve out). (X)

28. Tony is talking to Peter Quill and Peter doesn’t understand some of the scientific terms Tony’s using. Steve steps in and DEFINES the word, Tony is shocked, and Steve is so proud and says “futurism!” (X)

29. Tony confides in Steve at the beginning of an event and Steve wants to hear it. Tony refuses to tell him cause he doesn’t want Steve to change his plans and says he can’t make all of Steve’s life choices for him. (Tony definitely wants to be a part of Steve’s life decisions). (X

30. During the GoTG2 event Steve’s costume is “Ravager Captain America” and he has a great outfit made of leather with leather straps and he has a mohawk. This leaves Tony speechless, and Tony has never been speechless before. (I’m pretty sure Tony loved the leather, and rock ‘n roll look). (X)

Harry Styles imagine - 

Your daughter turns up at his door –

You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him. However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she didn’t really understand he was a stranger.

After a long stressful day of work, it had been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you. Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.

You got her situated in the living room with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.

After a while your daughter got restless. She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think of where else you could be.

She began to get scared and upset, and didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.

She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly knocking.

At first Harry thought he was hearing things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got up to investigate.

Opening the door he sees your daughter, at first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there and secondly your front door in wide open.

“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do for you?”

Your daughter looks up at him with wide eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”

Harry looks at the little girl confused. “Why hunny? Where’d she go?”

You daughter starts to get a little more upset, tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere I dunno.”

Harry looked at your daughter sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.

“Well how about we go and have a look alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.

He lifted her onto his hip and walked back into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.

Harry looked around the living room. He couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.

“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your daughter in a soft voice.

You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s always just with me.”

Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s her bedroom. Did you check there?”

You daughter shook her head. “No. Id fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the hall.

It was then that Harry saw your sleeping form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out of his arms.

“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you up from your sleep.

You woke up with a shock, first from your daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked running your hand through you hair.

He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”

You laughed and squeezed your daughter into a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.

She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in the living room.

You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”

He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”

You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could finish he interrupted you.

“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute. Just like her mum.”

You smiled and blushed, a little taken for words. “Thanks.”

“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up at my door, you can come to.”

You smiled. “It’s a date.”


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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Broken Part One: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160710394889/broken-sign-on-the-dotted-line-and-everything

BROKEN PART TWO

Ten months later

The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.

It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.

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Imagine meeting Chris at an airport.

A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️

Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.

“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”

Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.

“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.

“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”

“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.

“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”

“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”

“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”

“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”

“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.

“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”

“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”

“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”

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Part 2

Title: Baby, I’m Back! 

@isayweallgetdrunk​ requested: Omg those prompts 😱 I like187 and 188 with Negan ofc! 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” || 188: “ Mine.

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: After his month-long supply run, you and Negan show each other just how much you missed one another.
Word Count: 3,504
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Thank you, @isayweallgetdrunk​ for requesting these prompts! I mean, 187 and 188 are definitely lines that Negan would say, I think! I hope you enjoy this smutty goodness! ;-)

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There are Monsters 


Characters: Dean x Reader, Emmary (Child OFC), Charlie (Child OMC), Sam

Warnings: fluff, brief angst

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic SIXTEEN. The line was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.”  requested by @amanda-teaches . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif submitted by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67.  Hope you enjoy it!  Thanks for celebrating with me! Warning: I’ve been sick all day and can’t be blamed for its awfulness. It’s hardly edited or anything. Blah! Whatever… fluff away.

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Imagine Chris rushing you to the hospital.

A/N: This is a request from @stevcsass 😊 Hope you like it. X

The emergency room environment was starting to give Chris a headache, everything and everyone simply plucked at his nerves. The pale blue walls, so dull it stung his eyes. The receptionist typing away at her keyboard and the relentless ringing of the phones. The wailing of the ambulances that seeped through every time the automatic glass doors slid open. The uncomfortable chairs, the ticking of the ginormous clock on the wall behind him, the tap tap tapping of pens on the plastic clipboards. The worst was the frantic loved ones; their crying and their pacing poked at his anxiety that was already on the brim. When was someone going to tell him something? It’d been two hours since he brought you into the emergency room and still, nothing. He didn’t understand why it was taking so long. He felt like he should’ve heard something by now, or at least been allowed to see you. Was it really that serious? Was something going to happen to the baby inside your belly? He felt like he was going to spew.

“I’m sorry, is my wife okay?” He approached the reception for the sixth time in two hours; she sighed when she looked up. “I know you don’t know anything, but can you please find me someone who does. She is pregnant, okay? She is carrying our first child, our baby girl.” He felt his eyes well with tears when he said that. “She can’t lose her, she’ll never recover from it. And I…” He swallowed then mumbled to himself, “I don’t think I will either.”

“Okay, Mr. Evans.” She picked up the phone and dialed for Dr. Dan Carlton, the physician that took you in as his patient. “I’m going to make some calls.” Chris let out a breath of relief, managing a smile for the first time that night. “Have a seat and I’ll let you know what I find out.” He ran his hands over his beard, then rubbed his hands together like it was going to somehow rid him of his angst. “Hey, your wife is not the first pregnant lady to come in after a fall. Their bellies are meant to withstand some pretty tough circumstances in order to protect their babies. So relax, both your girls are going to be fine.”

“Thank you,” he nodded at her; his gratefulness was at a whole new level. “I’m going to-” he threw his thumb over his shoulder and earned a nod from the receptionist. He took slow breaths, trying to calm himself as he walked back over to his chair. He chewed on his thumb nail, anxiously shaking his leg. His gaze darted between the floor, the receptionist, and the doors you disappeared behind earlier. How much longer? When was he going to get to see you again?

“Mr. Evans,” the receptionist called as she hung up the phone. Chris looked up at her, his breath caught in his throat and his eyes wide with worry and wonder. “Your wife is out,” she told him and directed his gaze with a point of her finger.

“Oh my God,” he jumped to his feet and rushed over to you when he saw Dr. Carlton wheeling you out in a wheelchair. “Sweetheart, hey.” He dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your cold hands in his. “Are you okay?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before asking Dr. Carlton the same question. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, they’re both fine.” Dr. Carlton assured him with a smile and he let out a hard sigh; relief flooded his body, and yours upon hearing that again. You’d fainted while trying your hand at gardening; you dropped and hit your head on the concrete. Thankfully Dodger was with you and Chris was home. “Maybe less gardening and more rest, okay?” You and Chris both nodded. “She doesn’t have a concussion, but keep an eye on her anyway.”

“Thank you,” Chris nodded, earning a nod back as Dr. Carlton returned the way he came. “God,” he brought your hands to his lips, peppering kisses on your knuckles. “You scared the crap out of me, Y/N. You know what, no more gardening. As much as I love your want to be more outdoorsy, I’d rather you stick to your nature hating ways.” You chuckled and he managed a small smile. “I was so scared,” he admitted, squeezing your hands.

“Captain America has no fear.”

“Well-” he chuckled with limited humor, “when his wife is involved, he has a ton of fear.” You leaned forward and kissed the top of his head when he rested his forehead on your lap. “Can you please take it easy so we don’t have to go through this ever again?” He asked when he looked back up at you. “‘Cause I can’t, I really can’t. I thought I was going to go insane out here.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You pulled one hand from his to caress his face. “I kept asking them to tell you I was fine, I even asked if you could come to the back but- it was so busy and they didn’t have space for everything. All the equipment was being used and all the doctors were running around, trying to check on all the patients and that’s why it took so long. Honestly, baby. I’m fine, the baby’s fine. They just cleaned my scrapes and did an ultrasound, just in case. Everything’s okay,” you assured him and he nodded, releasing another sigh of relief. “Can we go home now? This hospital scene is-”

“Driving you insane?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled.

“Me too,” he rose to his feet, moving behind your chair to wheel you to the exit. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he leaned over and whispered into your hair. You smiled, looking up at him to meet his lips for a quick peck. “And if you really want roses in our backyard that badly, I can hire a gardener. I told you I would, I don’t know why you wanted to do it yourself. You realize you were only acting in that film, right? You don’t actually possess a green thumb.”

“That’s what Mackie said and I wanted to prove him wrong.”

“You did this to prove a point to Mackie?” He scoffed when you nodded sheepishly. “Okay,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Please remind me to kill him when he and Sheletta come to dinner next week.”

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Requested: Imagine being married to K

It was a Sunday morning, you were wearing a long t-shirt that just covered the top of your bum. Your hair was down, long, curly and a little frizzy from sleeping. The sunlight was beaming through your curtains which were partly open and your bedroom door was closed over. You both usually slept with the door open, at least a little bit because your daughter’s room was across the hall and she sometimes had nightmares. Still sleepy, you rolled over to the left side of the bed expecting to see him still asleep but he wasn’t there. Come to think of it, the house was rather quiet. You were usually woken up to the sound of (Y/D/N) crying, K playing his guitar or the EST boys coming in drunk. You stretched for your phone which was on your bedside table to check the time. 9:25am. You got out of your four poster bed and walked over to the mirror; fixing your hair slightly, you sighed. K always said he loved you first thing in the morning, where your hair was a little messy and you had no makeup on.
“That’s when you’re the most beautiful” he would always say, but you never listened.

You walked to the en-suite bathroom expecting to see him showering or something, he still wasn’t there. You walked out of your bedroom and across to your daughter’s room. It was about time that she was waking up now or you’d have one cranky baby later tonight! She wasn’t in there, neither was Kells. Her bedroom was tidy for once too, there were no dolls or toys lying around and the maid never usually comes on a Sunday. What is going on?

You were just at the top of your stairs when from a distance you could hear the sound the pots and pans being clattered together, and then the smell of breakfast flooded your nostrils. You quietly creeped down the stairs and peeked through the kitchen door which was open ajar.

There they both were, Kells was standing making breakfast. On the kitchen side was a huge tray full of your favorite food. He had (Y/D/N) in his arms whilst cooking. His hair was a little messy, he was shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants. You stood for a moment just watching the amazing bond they have together. They were smiling and laughing and it warmed your heart.

“Mommy’s gonna love this!”

“She is! She’s been working so hard and daddy has been busy a lot lately. She deserves this, don’t she?”

“Yeah but maybe, do you think she will let me share her pancakes daddy?” she said shyly as she looked up at K.

“I think she might” he replied as he kissed her nose.

You smiled to yourself. You were so lucky. In that moment you realized just how thankful you were. You couldn’t be happier. You get to wake up every morning in a beautiful home, with a family that you built with the love of your life.

The kitchen floorboard creaked and K and (Y/D/N) looked up shocked. They spotted you peeking through the kitchen door.

“No mommy, it was a surprise!” shouted your daughter who had her hands over her mouth. K cracked a little smile and began walking over to you, still holding (Y/D/N). His eyes were dancing all over you and then he bit his bottom lip. It was almost like he became weak around you. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked.

“Morning my babies” you said as you kissed your daughter on the cheek. You then looked up at Kells who was towering over you. He put his free arm around you and rested it on your bum.  He kissed you, holding you tightly.

“Did you sleep well, baby?” he asked, still holding you tightly.

“Yeah, I missed waking up to you though” you said pulling him in for another kiss.

“Ewww!” (Y/D/N) screamed as she buried her head into K’s shoulder.

“Shh, what do I smell? Have you cooked for me (Y/D/N)?” you said taking her from K’s arms so you could have your morning cuddle and he could carry on cooking.

“We made breakfast mommy!” She sounded so pleased with herself

“Here we go girls, it’s ready. Why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll bring it up?” he said dishing the food onto the plates”

You carried your daughter upstairs and got back into your big four poster bed with her. Kells soon followed with the tray of food.

“Breakfast is served, my little princess” handing a small plate to (Y/D/N)

“Breakfast is served, my queen” handing another plate to you and kissing you.

All three of you laid in bed, full from breakfast your daughter had fallen asleep between you. He turned to look at you and reached his arm around you and pulled you closer.

“I love you, baby” he smiled

“I love you, K.”

When Words Aren’t Enough

Summary: When Archie shows an interest in the reader, Jughead Jones is pushed into action. Jughead needs to show how much he cares about the reader, even if it might ruin their friend ship. 

Word Count: 2105

Author’s note: It’s short but smutty! Thank you all for being so understanding about my mini break, I love you all! I think I’m back to writing:) 

You were currently surrounded by roughly a hundred papers scattered across the main desk of the “Blue and Gold”. With everything that had been going on there was so much to write about, and so much to just think about.

The death of Jason Blossom had turned your world upside down, and there was only one thing you were certain of- your love for Jughead. It was fifth period, which meant your “independent study” aka a solid hour of bliss with Juggy.

You two edited the paper together with Betty, but fifth period was your alone editing time. Staring down at the thousands of words you rubbed the bridge of your nose, “ Juggy I can feel my brain turning to mush”.

Jughead came up behind you, pushing your hair off your neck. Bringing his lips closely to your ear he whispered, “ Well let’s hope the rest of your body still works”. Before you could say anything, he began to kiss your neck.

Moaning you tilted your head to the side, giving him more access. Jughead turned you around, your front now pressed against him.

Smirking you asked, “ Are we about to play a game of doctor where I get a full body check-up?”. Jughead rolled his eyes, “ Remind me how I fell in love with you again?”.

That was actually a good question. Neither of you expected to feel the way you currently felt, or even thought it was possible. Jughead didn’t think he deserved someone as beautiful or caring as you.

It was the classic best friends gone lovers situation that you only saw in movies. You and Jughead go way back, like play-date back. You’d grown up together, and Jughead had even been your first kiss when you both were little.

When you’d gone to high school things had changed. Jughead started to feel differently about you, but was too scared to act on it. It wasn’t until his other best friend Archie started showing interest in you that Jughead got pushed into the right direction.

Jughead remembered the specific moment when he realized he’d need to intervene. Betty had been too busy dealing with family issues and had to bail on her tutoring session with Archie.

Archie needed help with English, and that was a subject you mastered. Wanting to help out a friend you offered, “ Hey Arch, I can always help! I had Mr. Kain last year and-”.

He didn’t need any convincing, “ My house, after school?”. You couldn’t help but laugh at how eager he was. Smiling you said, “ Sure, that works perfectly”. There was a weird look in his eyes but you were unsure why.

Smirking he said, “ See you then”. You found his eagerness to study weird, so you decided to talk to Jughead. Walking to his locker you asked, “ Does Archie want to improve his grades?”.

Jughead laughed, “ Archie wants to improve about everything but that…why?”. You hadn’t been insanely close with Archie since you were kids. Raising an eyebrow you explained, “Well I said I’d help him study and-”.

Jughead gave you his classic, “ You have to be kidding me” look. Realizing how clueless you were he added, “ Archie wants to study something else besides English (y/n)”. You were still insanely clueless.

Juggy rolled his eyes, “ Jesus christ (y/n) he’s interested in you”. Automatically you laughed at the idea. Thinking out loud you asked, “ What does Archie want with me? Why not Veronica or Betty…or hell even Cheryl”.

Closing his locker Jughead softly said, “ You’re just as beautiful as them, and you actually have substance”. Hearing Jughead call you beautiful gave you butterflies, and that confused you.

He was your best friend, why were you feeling like this? Still thinking outloud you asked, “ You think I’m beautiful Juggy?”. There was no taking it back, it was out there.

In hopes to hide his blush Jughead turned around, “ I think everything’s beautiful, I’m a writer”. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was down playing it, and so you smiled.

Smirking you added, “ Jughead Jones you are one hard nut to crack”. That earned a smile out of him and that sight alone gave you butterflies.

There was nothing more beautiful than the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, or how he licked his lips trying to delay it. You parted your ways and went to the last period of the day.

The last hour of the day flew by and before you knew it you were walking to Archie’s house with him. Archie smiled, “ It’s crazy how much everyone has changed over the summer”.

Laughing you added, “ You’re one to talk Archie, what is that an eight pack?”. You decided that light flirting wouldn’t hurt, in fact it might help you decide how you felt. Archie winked, “ You’re not looking to bad yourself either (y/n)”.

As you walked up the stairs to Archie’s room you felt his eyes on you, but it didn’t give you goosebumps. He opened his bedroom door, “ We haven’t hung out in a while huh?”. It was true, you were much closer as kids.

Shrugging you said, “ Everything’s just gotten so complicated you know? You drifted towards Betty and I drifted towards Jughead”. Archie’s smirk faded with the mention of Betty. Raising an eyebrow you asked, “ You and Betty are okay right? Aren’t you-”.

Archie shook his head as he plopped onto his bed, “ Betty and I aren’t a thing”. That was hint number two that he might actually be interested in you, but you needed convincing.

Laughing you said, “ Come on Archie you two are always together and Betty is so-”. Sitting back up Archie turned to face you. As he sat on the edge of his bed he cut you off, “Perfect. Betty is so perfect..it’s too much pressure”.

Betty was amazing at so many things, but you knew she wasn’t perfect. Trying to make him feel better you added, “ Archie no one is perfect, and Betty’s beautiful you’re telling me you’ve never thought of her in that way?”.

As you spoke you were looking through the various papers on his desk, your back turned. He got up from the bed, “ I haven’t thought about her that way….but I have thought about you”. Feeling his presence you turned around, now realizing how close to you he was.

His face was only inches from yours, that same look from earlier in his eyes. Once again you started thinking out loud, “ What have you thought about me?”. Part of you wanted to know, but the bigger part of you wanted to stop where this was going.

Archie slowly placed his hand on your hip, “ I’ve thought about how amazing you are, and how there’s so much about you I don’t know”. There was no denying it Archie was incredibly attractive, but he didn’t make you feel the way Jughead did.

Trying to play things off you laughed and turned your head to the side. Still not looking him in the eyes you said, “ Archie what else do think there is?”. You wished he’d pick up on your body language, but the boy was persistent.

He forced you to face him by placing his fingertips under your chin, guiding your head. Biting his lip he said, “ There’s a part of you that isn’t as innocent as you try to seem”. That was true, but this all made you realize you didn’t want to explore that part with him.

Placing your hands on his chest you pushed him back, “ I’m sorry Archie, I know it’s probably confusing but I can’t do this”. Archie didn’t hesitate and he backed up, giving you your space.

Smiling he asked, “ It’s Jughead isn’t it?”. By now he was sitting back on his bed, leaving you leaning against his desk. Biting your lip you responded, “ Yeah…it is…why are you smiling though?”.

Archie just laughed, “ I’m happy he has someone like you to love him like that”. He threw out the “l-word” and it made your eyebrows raise. Before you could say anything Archie laughed, “ Don’t try to deny it (y/n)! I see how you look at each other”.

You were confused, “ How we look at each other?”. Archie gave you his version of the, “ You have to be kidding me” look. Smirking he replied, “ You two practically undress each other with your eyes every time you look at each other”.

Archie added, “ And you not wanting to get with me proves that you love him. I’m his best friend, and you want to respect that”. It was true, you didn’t want to hurt Jughead. Smiling you said, “ I do love him”.

That was the first time you admitted it out loud, and it gave you goosebumps. Archie smiled, “ I’m happy, and by the way no awkwardness between us okay? I hate that we’ve drifted and I want to get closer-”.

Archie was cut off when his door swung open by of course, Jughead. The both of you just stood there, waiting to see what he’d say. For the first time Jughead struggled to find the words.

He settled on, “ Closer huh? Not to ruin the moment but (y/n) there’s an emergency with the Blue and Gold so-”. Archie and you just looked to each other and laughed, knowing Jughead was just trying to stop anything from happening.

Archie smirked, “ She’s all yours Juggy”. After winking to Archie, you left with Jughead. When you were finally outside of Archie’s house, you asked Jughead to stop.

Trying to seem innocent you asked, “ So what’s the emergency?”. Once again Jughead stood there trying to come up with a lie. Taking a step closer towards him you asked, “ Was it that someone else might kiss me before you can?”.

You’d left Jughead speechless, and this wouldn’t be the last time. You wrapped one arm around his neck and rested your other hand on his chest. Smirking you said, “ I’m all yours Juggy, now what are you going to do?”.

Something shifted inside of him, and Jughead found the courage. He took your face in both hands and kissed you passionately. And that had been the moment when he knew he’d fallen in love with you, the moment when someone had made Jughead Jones use something other than his words to express himself.

Back to the present, Jughead was still waiting for you to answer his question. Looking up into his eyes you said, “ I’m tempted to give you some sarcastic answer but we both know you fell in love with me the moment you realized sometimes words just aren’t enough”.

Jughead picked you up and placed you on the desk, your legs on either side of him. Looking longingly into your eyes he said, “ There aren’t words for how you make me feel”. You pulled him closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck.

Bringing your lips closer to his you asked, “ Then show me”. This time Jughead kissed you slowly, wanting you to feel what he felt for you. He slid up your dress by dragging his hands up your thighs.

You took off his beanie and ran your hands through his hair, knowing how crazy it drove him. Jughead moaned into the kiss, and the feeling alone made you feel like you were going to explode.

Jughead stopped the kiss to pull off his shirt, and then began kissing your neck again. As he sucked you moaned his name, encouraging him to continue. You felt him smile against your skin, obviously smug at how worked up he was making you.

Before you could go any further, the door swung open. You both turned your heads and saw Betty and Archie. Their eyes wide open at seeing you and Jughead in such a position.

Archie was the first to say something, “ Sorry to be a cockblock but you guys need to come with us”. Both Betty and Archie seemed worked up, and you knew it was serious.

Jughead on the other hand, didn’t want to leave. Sighing he said, “ Unless a bomb went off I-”.

Betty laughed dryly, “ Pretty damn close Jug, Cheryl lit her entire house on fire”. You were both shocked at the news, and concerned for your friend. After kissing you one last time Jughead whispered into your ear, “ Later I’m going to show you just how crazy you drive me”.

You felt yourself begin to blush, and also get turned on. Putting that aside you joined your friends on the newest adventure. With Jughead by your side, nothing else mattered.

Turn Around

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Title: Turn Around

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon: Being friends with Abby and telling her about your crush on Gibbs not knowing that he is right behind you, please? ;) I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3

It was routine for you to visit Abby while Gibbs went to autopsy.  You had a Caf-Pow in your hand and somewhat of a smile on your face.  Usually you had a wide grin on your face as you greeted the forensic scientist, but something was on your mind today.   When you entered her lab, she could tell right away.  Since you and Abby were best friends, she could always tell when something was off about you.

Abby took the Caf-Pow politely from your hands just as she noticed the suddenly somber look you had on your face.  It was still early in the case, she would make time to talk to you after going over the evidence.

You quirked an eyebrow at Abby, noticing that she was going through her findings rather quickly.  It seemed like she wasn’t wasting any time.  Once she finished, she spun on her heels to face you.

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Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


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After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

Please?

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.



  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 881 Words
  • No warnings, just lots of fluffy cuteness.

You sat in the dining room, chewing on your thumbnail and glancing up at the clock every five minutes. For a while, it seemed like time had stopped. The little hand barely moving as each passing second goes on and fear enters your body.

At first, you were so sure Daryl Dixon was a goner. The way he slumped over Rick’s and Shane’s shoulders as they brought him up to the farm, his cries for help when he woke up on that bed. Hershel promised he would fix Daryl up, but you still had your doubts.

Now, Daryl’s cries of pain could be heard throughout the house. You try to cover your ears, try to focus on your thoughts—it didn’t help. He was too loud, too much in pain.

“Y/N.” Maggie came flying out of the room, a little bit of blood staining the front of her shirt. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought it was Daryl’s. Your stomach tightens at the thought and you had to swallow hard. “Daryl’s asking for you.” She said in her thick country drawl.

Any other time you would have questioned why Daryl was asking for you, even though you two were always just a little bit closer than he was with anyone else. You knew that and everybody else knew that, it was just never so obvious.

You got to your feet and made your way into the room. Rick was standing over Daryl, holding him down with his police officer strength, Hershel, who was trying his best to work with a fidgeting redneck, and a pacing Shane. None of them could have prepared you for Daryl, though.

“I need a needle.” Hershel commands as he begins cleaning a wound on Daryl’s side. You freeze in place as Maggie rushes around and gathers her father a needle to ready the stitches.

Daryl lifts his head and spots you, his eyes focusing on yours for a second before he reaches out a bloody hand and calls your name. “Please.” He begs. It’s very unlike the man, it causes you to hesitate before you dash over and take Rick’s place at the head of the bed.

“Keep him calm.” Hershel told you as he dug a strange looking knife into Daryl’s side. You couldn’t look, not at this. Looking would mean it was as bad as you thought and Daryl was too strong to get hurt, at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for weeks.

“Y/N.” Daryl whimpers and tosses his head into your lap, pressing down as he tries to hold in more cries.

“I’m here.” You reach around, placing your left hand on the side of his head and your right hand soothing his shoulder with a gentle massage.

—-

“Dinner was good, thank you.” You rose from the table and went to check on Daryl. He was seemingly fast asleep when you brought him a tray in to nibble on, but you hoped he woke up long enough to get a bite or two in. The man was out in the woods all day without a single bite.

Inside the room, Daryl was still asleep, his body heaving under the blankets as he clutches them to his chest. It’s a nice, familiar sight you like to watch. Daryl sleeping always calms you down, no matter what was happening in the outside world. He was so peaceful, so innocent as he slept the hours away.

You make your way to the other side of his bed and notice he hasn’t taken a bite yet. You sigh, clearing away the tray so you could take a seat on the chair beside the bed, wanting to make sure he has someone with him when he wakes up.

“No,” Daryl grunts and makes you jump. You turn to face him. His eyes are still closed but he could tell what you were doing so easily. He always can. “Please?” There it was again, that word you swore was never taught to him. Twice in one day? You feel lucky.

“If you want.” You say gently and pull his sheets back. His chest is bare, covered in scars from the day’s events and a little bit of dried up blood you wish you could have cleaned when you had the chance—not that Daryl would care in the slightest.

He nods and extends his arms, showing you what he wants, something very unusual for him. But Daryl was always a man of few words, unless provoked. He never understood how feelings work, how conversations worked, unless it had to do with killing something.

You slip under the covers and allow him to wrap his muscular arms around your torso. He rests his head against your breasts warily, wanting nothing more than to be held and feel comfort that he hasn’t felt in a long time—if ever. You read that much off him as he tries to relax, shifting some of his weight here and there until he found the correct spot and settles.

With a gentle kiss to his forehead, you realize that this wasn’t just Daryl needing a little bit of comfort. This was Daryl claiming you, telling you that he was willing to put aside his lonely boy attitude and try something…more.

Hush (PT. 1 full chapter)

Chibs x Reader

Summary: You’re an old family friend of SAMCRO, having been close with Jax during your teenage years. Things have changed over the years, and suddenly you’ve found old relationships rekindling. What happens when Jax gives you a job opportunity? And what happens when you come face to face with a familiar biker whom you’ve had an eye for since you were a teen?

A/N: Forgive me if Chibs isn’t the best. I’m still working on things.

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“Anarchism stands for liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from shackles and restraint of government. It stands for social order based on the free grouping of individuals.”

~ Emma Goldman

“I’m ridin’ out the wind, I’m comin’ home
It don’t matter where I’ve been, I’m comin’ home
Crawlin’ on all fours, I’m comin’ home
Turnin’ brick walls into doors, I’m comin’ home.”

~ Murder By Death

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You were set to start work at Teller-Morrow Automotive, helping Gemma keep the books. That would be the job the public saw, but you were also on staff as a medic, just in case someone ever needed to be patched up and Emergency Rooms weren’t an option. It was no secret to you what kind of life SAMCRO led, nor did it bother you. You respected it above all, always have. You had been a family friend for years, your father was apart of a different charter, but had died when you were 5. You also attended highschool with Jax, and Tara. You had always been close with them, having gotten arrested with both of them a few times as teenagers, most notably a weapons charge and a drunk and disorderly.

Your mother always tried to keep you going on the right path, to stay away from the Outlaws you grouped yourself in with. Having a father that died when you were young while living the same type of lifestyle, it only made her pressure you more to go straight and narrow, though your mother had never necessarily been an upstanding citizen herself. It worked for a while, but you always found yourself going back to that beaten path. The path You loved. Your mother died this past year, and it only reinforced your doubt now that she was gone, and that doubt with the added persuasion made you make your choice.
You had recently quit your job as a nurse at St. Thomas, working alongside Tara once she got into town from Chicago. It was like a whirlwind when she did, and it was great to reconnect, but you knew nursing wasn’t something you wanted to do anymore - not in a professional setting anyway. You had gotten back into contact with Jax at St. Thomas a few weeks ago while assisting Tara with his newborn; Abel. You never thought that this would be the situation that would reintroduce all of you to each other. After your fourth encounter of seeing him and having small talk here and there when it didn’t involve his son, you two had an interesting conversation.

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 4 101
warning : smut
summary : Kai meets Reader at the Salvatore house and teases her with magic.
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Ever since Kai turned into a heretic , Damon and his friends made it their mission to keep an eye out of him and keep him busy so he doesn’t kill anyone. Weirdly none of them seemed to even consider that maybe he was changing and that now with his coven was gone there wouldn’t be any reason for him to snap. When they asked him to come over that day he had no idea the day was going to be full of surprises for him.
To Kai spending the day at the Salvatore’s with Damon and everyone else (except for Bonnie who still couldn’t stand to be anywhere near him) had seemed like the most annoying thing in the world. They kept eyeing  him, following his movements around the room while he looked around , wondering if he’d give them the slip. There were so many things there , he couldn’t help but want to check out every single one of them. It appeared that over the decades , the Salvatore’s had gathered quite an impressive collection of all sorts of trinkets.
    “Put that down creeper.” said Damon , taking a sip of his bourbon seeing Kai holding one of the old vases. “If you break it , I will break you.
    “Always so hostile , Damon. Why is that ? Has Elena stopped letting you — tsk tsk , you know.” said Kai wiggling his brows. “Cuz that would definitely do it , or maybe its just who you are. I still can’t figure out which one is it. Or what Elena sees in you. Stefan is so much better than -”
Damon held onto his glass so hard , the glass smashed in his hands sending shards everywhere. Elena ducked to try and avoid getting pieces of it in her body , rolling her eyes before pulling Damon down on the sofa with her to keep him from killing Kai.
    “Owh , did I struck a nerve ?”
    “Ignore him.” said Elena quietly , rubbing Damon’s forearm.
The young heretic kept walking around the room under the stare of the couple , slowly making his way to the hallway , checking out the paintings when the front door opened and someone he had never seen before in his life walked inside the house and bumped into him almost knocking him down.
    “Watch where you are —” started Kai , freezing on the spot. “Oh hello.”
Kai checked out the knew comer from head to toe,  twice - the girl looked around his age , wearing short shorts , a plain white top with her hair made in waves. He was surprised to figure out she was a human since there weren’t that many humans left in the Mystic Falls gang. He wondered who she is. One thing Kai knew for sure - the girl stole his breath away and he wanted her to like him and be his friend or more maybe than a friend. So far he hadn’t managed to screw anything up with her , so maybe there was a chance for at least one of those things to happen.
    “Sorry.” she smiled nervously , taking a step backwards.
    “No harm done.” he smiled , unable to look away. “Wow you are like really pretty. How don’t I know who you are?”
    “I um — W-who are you again?”
    “Oh right sorry , manners. I’m Kai.” said Kai grinning at her , nervously running his fingers through his hair before shaking her hand, holding onto it a few seconds too long.
    “Step away from the human.” said Damon , getting up from the sofa to welcome his friend. “Welcome home troublemaker. Had a good year at NYU?”
Kai couldn’t take his eyes off the new girl and she appeared to have the same problem , glancing at Damon only for a few seconds. He could hear her heart racing and  her breathing becoming uneven. Damon gave Y/N an awkward one arm hug , messing up her hair right after until she slapped his hand away.
    “NYU was — fun , I guess though nowhere near as fun as hanging out here…apparently.” she said , running her fingers through her hair trying to fix the mess her friend had made.
    “I am just trying to get to know your friend , thats all. Why ? Does she have a boyfriend or something ?” wondered Kai , not taking his eyes off her. Thinking  this girl might belong to someone else but him made him feel weird. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
    “Sorry — I’m Y/N and no , I d-don’t have a boyfriend.” said Y/N smiling nervously. Elena wrapped her hands around her pulling her into a hug. “You never said he was that hot.” she whispered to her friend.
    “You think I’m hot ?” said Kai with an smile on his face,  taking a step towards her until Damon pulled him away. He glanced at the vampire , pushing him off. “Oh stop it with the over protective stuff. I am not going to hurt her. I think she likes me , it would be a shame if I don’t get to know her at least. What do you say? Do you want to spend the rest of the day with the most dangerous heretic ?”
Damon groaned and Kai ignored him , taking another step towards Y/N. He could hear her heart beating so fast, as if trying to leap out of her chest the closer to her he got. Something told him it wasn’t fear that was causing her reaction.
    “I promise you , whatever they have told you about me - they’ve over reacted.” said Kai , snaking his hand around her waist and walking her to the sofa.
    “Yeah because what you did at the wedding was a walk in the park.” said Damon , but Kai ignored him completely. All his attention was on Y/N.
    “Who knows , maybe you will see the good in me.” he smiled lightly brushing his fingers against her cheek for a moment. “Hey do you have twitter ? You should follow me - cobrakai1972. You know , like Karate Kid? ”
Y/N felt a tingly feeling spread from her stomach through her body the second Kai touched her. He didn’t seem evil like her friends had told her , he just seemed — like he wanted someone to talk to. There was no denying he was smocking hot and somehow in their first few moments together he had stirred something inside her , something she hadn’t felt since her boyfriend Kol. No way she’d hate Kai , ever. It was already too late for that.
    “Um … I don’t believe I’m familiar with that movie.” she laughed nervously.
    “OH then maybe we can watch it together like — you know, on a date?” he asked raising his brows for a moment just as they sat together on the sofa.
    “Wait – we just met and you are asking me out already ?”
    “Yeah , why ? Is that odd ? Sorry , I’m a little rusty on my social skills. You know , magical timeout and all.” he smiled nervously.
Y/N turned towards her friends raising her brows as if to say ‘Thats the super dangerous person you told me about ?’. Kai had a danger vibe around him , yes , but he didn’t seem as dangerous as her friends had made him out to be. He seemed nice and cuddly with eyes that could melt any girl’s heart. Like they already had started melting hers.
    “You two are full of surprises , aren’t you ?” she wondered turning towards her friends. “So where are my welcome home cupcakes with those red sprinkles on top ? I thought you said there would be cupcakes.”
    “You like cupcakes too ? Awesome ! Ch-cholate ones right ?”
Y/N glanced at Kai and then at her friends and then at Kai again , slowly starting to piece things together. Were they trying to make up for killing Kol with the white oak stake to get the stupid cure ? Sure they hadn’t known about her and the original vampire back then but it still hurt like hell. A nervous smile showed on her face and she ran her fingers through her hair.
    “Yeah …. with chocolate frosting and melted chocolate on the inside.”
Kai grinned rubbing his hands excitedly. “OH those are the best. I love you already.”
    “S-sorry what?” said Y/N blinking a few times really fast.
    “What ?”
    “You said ‘love’.”
    “No , I didn’t. I said ‘like’.”
    “Ohh-kay.” she said clearly remembering him saying ‘love’.
    “You like cupcakes and you are talking to me without that judgy look in your eyes all your annoying friends get whenever I am around.” said Kai sincerely. “How can I not like you ?” Kai grinned at her , pinching her cheek.
    “Don’t – don’t do that.”
    “Why ? Is it annoying you?” he said pinching her cheek again as she tried to swat his hand away. “You missed.”
Y/N started laughing , even more seeing Elena and Damon’s expressions. They were looking at them with a look of disbelief , suspicion , surprise as if Y/N had gone crazy and like Kai had done something evil instead of being all cute.
‘What?’ she mouthed. 'He is smoking hot –’
    “Alright thats - that’s enough. If you two keep it up like that I will need  a lot more of this.” said Damon shaking his empty glass in his hands , moments before he poured himself another glass with bourbon.
Kai raised his hands in defence. “Fine , I’ll stop talking.”
    “Yeah , as if thats going to happen.” muttered Elena sitting on the other sofa , reaching for Damon’s glass and gulping it at once. “Sorry , you might need to get yourself another one.”


ABOUT 20 MINUTES LATER

Kai had stopped talking , mostly because he couldn’t figure out what to say to Y/N to get her to get out with him. He was starting to get worried something had gone seriously wrong with him because not once in his life he had felt that way. Why were his palms so sweaty and why was his heart doing those weird flips? How it was that he couldn’t focus on anything else but her in that moment ?
Y/N kept glancing at Kai noticing how he hadn’t taken his eyes off her , studying her face with curiosity in his blue eyes. Was she imagining it or was he moving closer to her ? Kai pressed his lips together for a moment , lightly licking his lower lip with a low 'hmmmm’ following afterwards.
Damn thats hot. she thought unable to look away from him.
A few minutes later Stefan and Caroline arrived at the house with the cupcakes her friends had promised her when they called two days ago. Stefan said something to her but she could barely see or even hear him. All her focus was on Kai and how in this moment his fingertips were grazing across her arm slowly sending chills all over her body. Y/N swatted his hand away but he didn’t give up. No matter how hard she tried to focus on reality it wasn’t possible , not with her new blue eyed friend doing all of this.
    “Oh just get it out of your system and kiss. I can’t stand the thought of an evening with the two you and that tension.” said Damon suddenly.
Y/N and Kai turned towards him. The young heretic was grinning and she was looking at her friend with a mix of shock and surprise in her wide eyes. Only half an hour ago he had practically tried to drag Kai away from her and now he was suggesting they make out. What ?!
    “I – I don’t want to kiss him. Why w-would I want to kiss him ?” she stuttered. “T-this is ridiculous.”
Kai put his arm around her shoulder pulling her towards him , sending electricity through her veins.
    “Oh sure you do , sweetheart.” grinned Kai placing his other hand on her stomach. “Owwh listen to that heart beat - racing so fast , so strong. Hmmm…”
Kai leaned in towards her brushing his nose against her cheek slowly moving it towards her neck while snaking his other hand on her stomach , getting her to lose it completely. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed for a second and glanced at Damon then at Kai , pushing his hands away getting up quickly.
    “I’ll be right back.”

Y/N almost ran to the kitchen to get something cold to drink and find a way to cool down. Kai’s touch and just his presence had sent so many butterflies in her stomach she was 100% sure somehow they’d burst out of her. A few minutes later she had poured herself a glass with her favourite lemon / ginger ice tea and had leaned against the kitchen counter , taking a sip. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back for a moment letting out a small moan.
    “Oh that felt good.” she muttered to herself.
    “So hot moaning like that…” said a male voice , sounding way too close.
When her eyes opened Kai was standing right in front of her , so close his body was almost pressing against hers. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him leaning in towards her. His eyes kept darting between hers and her lips , his breath lightly hitting her face.
    “Kai – what are you doing ?”  she wondered trying to find a way to pull herself away from him. No way she’d kiss him. No way she’d let him kiss her either no matter how much she wanted to. Luckily for her his grip wasn’t to strong and she pushed him away.
Kai grinned at her , reaching for one of the cupcakes on the counter swiping some of the frosting with his finger and licking it clean right after. Y/N’s eyes widened and she tried very very hard to push away all those thoughts , but instead of helping he pushed it even further - licking some of the frosting from the cupcake with his tongue without taking his eyes off her.
    “MMmmmhmmm those are delicious. You should try them , here.” he swiped some of the frosting and held out his finger for her. “Come on , you know you want to. Plus how can you say 'no’ to chocolate cupcakes.”
Y/N gripped his wrist and pushed his hand away. “I um …no , t-thanks.”
Quickly she turned around walking out of the kitchen when barely a few steps away from the door , Kai caught up with her and without saying a word backed her against the wall , pinned her hands over her head and kissed her as if his life depended on it. Then as if nothing had happened he walked on his way to the living room leaving her breathless with her heart pounding so fast , even she could hear it. Y/N walked to the sofa , clearing her throat and lightly scratching her head. Kai poured two drinks - handing one of them to her.
    “T-thanks.” she smiled nervously unable to stop thinking about that kiss. Kai had sneaked up on her pushing her buttons so hard they were stuck and now all she could think about was him. Even more than before. How did he even do that ?
    “Go out with me.” he asked suddenly.
    “I barely know you. Why would I go out with you ?”
    “Thats why I want you to go out with me. To get to know each other. Isn’t that obvious or do kids do it differently those days? Tell you what. If by the end of the night I haven’t convinced you, I’ll let it go.”
    "Just like that ?”
    "Just like that.” he said raising his hands in surrender and then something flashed in them for a split second. “But you will go out with me. I know you will.”
    "Cocky much?”
    "Alright you two , break it up - my ears are bleeding.” said Damon sitting between Y/N and Kai. “Y/N is the smartest person here. She is not going to go out with you -”
    "We’ll see about that.” said Kai with a smug smirk on his face. 

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The evening dragged itself on. Eventually everyone stopped eyeing them and she relaxed a bit. Kai had cooled it down with the teasing but just as she thought he might’ve given up on that idea something happened.
All of the sudden she felt as if someone was touching her way down there. Y/N glanced at her lap but there was nothing there. For a moment she thought it had been her imagination and pushed the thought away.Then it happened again only this time there was a little more pressure and it felt as if someone was drawing circles her clit and a quiet moan left her lips before she had had the time to stop herself.
    "Are you okay ?” asked Kai innocently , placing his hand on her hip very slightly moving it. “Do you need water or something ?”
Y/N turned towards him seeing the devilish spark in his eyes for a second and thats how she knew - whatever was happening , it was him. He was somehow responsible.  Damon glanced at her then at Kai , grabbing the heretic’s hand and droppingit on Kai’s lap with a smirk on his face.
    "No , I’m g-good. Thanks.” she muttered with a small smile , shooting him a warning look. How can he do that , specially with Damon sitting between them?! Kai grinned at her and took a sip of his drink when all of the sudden her legs parted slightly and an invisible finger entered her ,making her moan a little louder. Damon turned towards her straight away while everyone else glanced at her and she started coughing to try and cover it up.
    "S-sorry , it went down the wrong p-pipe.”
    "Go out with me.” whispered Kai leaning over behind Damon’s back.
    "No.” she whispered through gritted teeth , feeling the invisible finger getting joined by another. Y/N gasped , starting to clear her throat to cover it up feeling them curl around pumping in and out of her slowly picking up the pace. Quiet whimpers kept escaping her lips no matter how much she tried to muffle them.
Y/N balled her hands into fists , her nails digging in her palm almost drawing blood while she tried not to moan every time Kai’s magic fingers curled inside her. A couple of times she shifted on her seat , even tried pushing her legs together but none of it seemed to work.The girl was sure if she says something her friends would intervene but — she didn’t want them to. Y/N had no idea how her new friend was doing this but she enjoyed every second of it.
    "Ahhh that’s some really good bourbon.” muttered Kai , taking a sip looking around the room innocently while he continued teasing her with magic. Her skin felt on fire and the more she tried not to moan the worse things got. It was as if Kai wanted her to moan and his fingers picked up the pace even more. Y/N rested her back against the sofa digging her nails in the cushions. For a second she glanced at Kai and could see devils dancing in his eyes , turning her on even more. Another curl of his fingers later her back arched off the sofa and a quiet moan left her lips. Kai turned towards her grinning , his fingers slowly picking up the pace while an invisible thumb rubbed her clit. Y/N’s cheeks had flushed , her eyes kept fluttering closed and the way Kai kept looking at her with innocent eyes as if there is nothing he had done was just too much.
    “I freaking hate you.” she whispered through gritted teeth.
    “What did I do ?” wondered Damon. Y/N grabbed his glass with bourbon and gulped it all at once.
    “Woawh…” said Kai with an amused look in his face.
Kai continued teasing her , pumping his fingers deep inside her curling them around ,watching her squirm and try not to moan failing almost every time. Luckily her friends had started laughing about something and didn’t hear her whimper or see her legs shake as she came. Her thoughts were a mess , her skin was on fire and the lingering feeling of Kai’s lips on hers was driving her completely nuts. All she could think about was how much she wanted him. There was one thing left to do. Y/N turned towards him with an innocent smile on her face.
    “Kai?”
    "Yes , Y/N ?”
    "Will you come help me with the um - “
    ”-cupcakes?”
    “Yeah … lets go with that.” she muttered , getting off the sofa with Kai on her tail.
Y/N’s legs felt like jelly and she tried to hide it while walking out of the living room and into the hallway , turning right instead of left , heading towards the cellar. Kai caught up with her at the stairs pinning her against the wall not waiting a second before smashing his lips against hers. Their lips moved hungrily together as if trying to swallow each other. He took her hands by the wrists and pinned them over her head , pressing his body against hers ,pushing his crotch against hers making her moan into the kiss.
    "Go out with me.” he asked again gazing longingly into her eyes.
Y/N shook her head , wounding one of her legs  around his waist. A smug smirk showing on his face pushing against her again , resting his forehead on hers. Kai started saying something but she shushed him.
‘They are listening.’ she mouthed.
‘I dont care. I want you and I always get what I want.’ he mouthed back , slipping his hand in her jeans and under her panties until his fingers reached her clit. His lips formed a small letter ‘oh’ realising her panties were pooling with arousal.
    "Someone had fun.” he whispered as quietly as possible. “I wonder what you taste like ? Hmmm … ”
Y/N s eyes widened knowing her friends are upstairs listening in. What if one of them comes looking for them ? A devilish spark flashed in Kai’s eyes and his lips smashed against hers drowning out her moans while his long fingers pushed inside her to the last knuckle curling around , pumping inside her a couple of time. Each curl made her back arch off the wall and her hips kept pushing down on his fingers wanting him to go deeper. Y/N tried hard not to groan in frustration when his fingers pulled out. She had thought teasing her with magic had felt good but that felt magnified to the max. Kai brought his fingers to his lips , moaning as he cleaned his fingers as if her juices are the most delicious treat there is.
    ”So delicious.“ he moaned , leaning to whispering her ear. "And so tight around my fingers. It will feel so nice stretching you out.”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she slipped down the wall for a moment just thinking about what would happen next but he held her steady. However on fire she had felt upstairs , in that moment she was burning up.
    “Mmmmhmm … So , what do you say sweet cheeks ?” he whispered in her ear. “ Will you go out with me?” he asked again loosening the grip on her hands.
    “When?”
    “Tomorrow ?”
Y/N hooked one of her hands around his neck , slipping her other down between their bodies pushing its way in his jeans , palming him through his briefs. “Only if we get out of the house in the next 15 seconds.”
    “Is that a challenge?”
    “12 seconds –”
Kai grabbed her , whooshing them upstairs and through the door before anyone had had the chance to see them , though the sound of the door closing shut with a loud bang got all her friend’s attention.
    “Pay up brother.” said Damon with a smug smirk. “Told you they wouldn’t be able to resist each other.”
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MASTERLIST - FLUFF

PART ONE // THE BARISTA | MASTERLIST


Summary: Getting the same order every day following the afternoon classes you took at the University, your life had been your education. That is until Kylo, a Barista at Java the Hutt’s cafe, walked into it. Suddenly, your world was stained by love and Kylo’s past, causing everything to change.

A/N: Hello! I’m so glad to be cowriting a fic with my bud @cryxlowrites based on an au we made a few weeks back. I so happened to realize that I had a request quite similar to it so I’ll consider this being the fic for it. Anyway, this’ll be a mini series of a good lengthy five parts. Enjoy and feedback is welcomed.

Warning: None

Word Count: 8.8K+


Kylo stared out the window, only glancing momentarily at the clock which was located above the door. His eyes searching for you and his fingers tapping against the wooden countertop. He knew that you were on your way, judging by the usual time you got to the cafe. It was four o’clock exactly.

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Title: Just Relax…

@may85​ requested: Hey Jamie! If requests are still open, can I request a Denny Duquette imagine where he and the reader are on a date at his house after he’s seen the stress that the reader has been under for the past few week? Fluff and if it goes that route smut? (Doesn’t have to be smut, though!)

Character(s): Denny Duquette and Reader
Summary: After a long week, Denny tries to take your mind off the stress. 
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Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you, (other) Jamie for this request! You know how much of a soft spot I have for Denny and I’m so glad that you sent this in! I love that the roles are reversed and it’s Denny that will be catering to the Reader! So, thank you for the request, @may85!!! I hope you like it! Enjoy! :-)

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Imagine your brother checking in on you and Chris.

A/N: Part 3 of ‘Just Friends’ 😊 I love every part of this, I hope I’m not being conceited when I say that. 😂 You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2)

Chris sat on the floor with his back against your sofa; the hands on your clock were slowly ticking over to midnight. He took a bite of his pizza and eyed you as your black Sharpie dashed lines along the top left corner of the pizza box. It was your turn to be the hangman, to create a word, phrase, or message for Chris to guess. You’d guessed his phrase ‘bossy control freak’ fairly quickly, and that phrase resulted with a half eaten pizza crust being tossed at his face. Now it was his turn, and from the number of blank spaces- he knew it wasn’t 'egotistical asshole’ 'cause well- that would’ve been too easy.
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“Why is it so long?” Chris asked and you shrugged, taking a bite of your slice of Hawaiian pizza. You slid pizza box over to him and he ran his index finger across the dashes, pondering with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “I’m going to start with the vowels, I guess. Give me an A,” he told you and slid the box back across.

_ _ _   A _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _

“Is there an E?”

“Let’s see, shall we?”

_ _ _   A _ E   _ _ _   _ _ E _ _ _ _ _   _ _ E   _ _ _ _ _

“Three Es,” Chris pressed a finger to his lips, tapping the tip of his nose. “Okay, um- can I get an I?”

“You most certainly can,” you nodded.

_ _ _   A _ E   _ _ _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

“That doesn’t help,” he laughed and you smirked. “Okay, give me an O and a U while I take a bite of this pizza.” You did as he asked while he did as he said. He chewed his bite slowly, watching you with a smile on his lips. Everything about you did something for him. Even as you laid on your stomach on the floor, makeup free, and in your grey 'Basic’ sweatshirt and your sheepdog print pajama pants- he thought you looked beautiful. He wished every night could be spent like this, with your company. Even though he’d rather a little less hangman and a lot more kissing, he couldn’t complain; he was with the girl he’d spend every minute with if he could.

_ O U   A _ E   _ O _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

“What’s next?” You looked up at him and tried not to blush at the way he was looking at you. “What’s next, asshat?” He chuckled because he knew 'asshat’ came from one of your favorite shows 'Supernatural’. The two of you binge-watched it when Sebastian was out of town and he came to take care of you because you had a terrible stomach bug. “Well?” You asked as he studied the letters he already had.

“Is the first word 'you’ and the second word 'are’?”

Y O U   A R E   _ O _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

“Well done,” you smiled, capping the pen before you took another bite. “Do you want some time to study the riddle?” You murmured with your mouth full, sliding the box over to him. He stopped it with his hand and picked it up; his head tilted adorably as he went over the possibilities in his head. You hoped he figured it out soon because you were starting to lose your inhibitions. Alcohol may not have been involved, but the way his fingers were playing with his lips…

“You’re making me lose my mind.”

“I’m sorry your riddle is so hard,” Chris countered and you realized you’d said that out loud instead of in your head. The heat rose to your cheeks and you dropped your gaze picking at the pineapple on your pizza. “Would you hate me if I give up?” He asked and you shook your head, getting off your belly and sitting cross-legged instead. “Can you tell me what it is?” He asked and you took the box back from him. He watched as you uncapped the pen and filled in the blanks, a soft chuckle escape his throat when he read what you wrote.

Y O U   A R E   N O T   S P E N D I N G   T H E   N I G H T

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he rolled his eyes, trying not to smile at the idea of spending the night one day. “Is that your not so subtle way of kicking me out?” He asked and shoved the final bite of his pizza into his mouth, waiting for an answer of some kind from you.

You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want him to go, you wanted him to stay the night. You’d spent the last seven years being just friends with a guy you had a major crush on. You spent the first three years of your friendship thinking that was all you’d ever have with him, that he wouldn’t be interested in someone eleven years younger than him. He thought the same, thinking he was way too old for you and that Sebastian would never approve even though he’d stated time and time again “you can date her after she turns twenty-three.” Chris always thought it was a joke, so he watched you date guys your age and he dated women his. It wasn’t until you were twenty-three that he admitted to having some feelings for you, which you kind of pushed aside as he was drunk and you weren’t ready to be a relationship with him. Then you turned twenty-four and he told you- sober- that he liked you. But before anything else could happen, you found out he was directing your first piece creating a bit of conflict.

“What are you smiling at?” Chris caught your ankle in his hand and pulled you towards him. You giggled and swatted his hand away, but made no effort to move back to your original spot. “What?” He asked, getting onto his knees so he could inch closer. He knew he made a promise, but he was getting real tired of being friends with you; he wanted more. “What are you smiling at?” He whispered, his lips inches from yours.

“Nothing.” Your hand gently caressed his face and he pushed his all of his weight onto his left hand as his right moved to rest on your waist. “I was just thinking about what I said in the car, and how I’m right and you’re wrong about our level of self-control.”

“Oh, I knew this would happen,” he told you, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your side. “I just said all that to get myself here.” You chuckled softly with a shake of your head. “There was no way I was leaving before something happens. I want you way too much,” he admitted breathlessly.

“What are you waiting for?” His lips barely brushed yours when his phone rang. “Don’t pick it up,” you urged him, but he had to; it could’ve been important. “My God, Chris,” you groaned as he sat back down, answering the call. “You’re an idiot,” was your response to him mouthing “I’m sorry.”

“Hello?”

“Get the hell out of my sister’s apartment,” Sebastian’s voice came through and Chris flinched, looking around the vicinity for a hidden camera. There had to be one, the timing was too perfect. You knew from Chris’ expression that it must have been Sebastian and you cursed out Mrs. Baker next door who was Sebastian’s little spy. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s happening in there, asshole. Mrs. Baker from across the hall called me when the two of you arrived home. It’s almost midnight, you’ve eaten your pizza. Now get out of her apartment and go home.”

“C'mon, man. You know I’m-”

“Go home, Chris,” Sebastian growled and Chris sighed, looking over at you. You sighed and nodded, agreeing with Sebastian even though you couldn’t hear what he was saying. This was a mistake, the two of you couldn’t do this- not now. “Go home, please.”

“Yeah,” Chris grabbed his jacket off the couch as he got to his feet, giving you a small smile as he made his way to the front door. “I’m going.”

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