anyway this is all i can gif for now i have tons of work to do

Until My Last Moment

Summary: Thanks to Bucky, during a game of truth or dare the reader is put into a compromising position..which may or may not lead to more fun positions with a certain super soldier later on. 

Word Count:  6028

Author’s note: Guys…SMUTT SO MUCH SMUTT! The reader also has a past with Wade Wilson..so this is kinda a dead pool imagine too? ( but not in the way you guys will think;)~ the reader also has powers!!)

Sam laughed, “ And that was how I lost my virginity..but if that story leaves this room y’all are cold”. The entire room laughed along with him, even though there was only five other people in it.

You all had been bored in between missions and decided to play a game of truth or dare. When alcohol was thrown into the equation, things got dirty real fast. Steve laughed, “ God after hearing that story I don’t think being a virgin is too bad”.

Bucky and Natasha threw you knowing glances, but the blush on your cheeks made things pretty obvious anyways. How could you not have a crush on the most well liked man in all of America?

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Title: Late For the Date
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: It was a lot harder than I thought to manage school and this because i can no longer procrastinate writing during the day and then just stay up till 2am to finish a story.

Previous Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/164424008027/title-minor-set-back-character-jake-peralta


In retrospect, it might have been a bad idea to invite you over to Jake’s place for the date. The whole building was unpredictable and he legitimately had nothing planned.

Jake slumped down in his seat, hands dragging down his face as he tried to formulate an idea in his head.

That or which persona he would take up when he inevitably makes a total and complete fool of himself in front of you therefore causing him to flee the country and herd goats to avoid the shame.

It’s just that he was so attracted to you, that sometimes he didn’t even know what he was saying to you half the time. He hadn’t felt that way about anyone in what felt like forever. Jake wanted to do this date right, and not halfass it like he did with everything else.

“Hey, Cassanova,” Gina said as she gracefully plopped into the seat next to his desk. “Little bird told me you managed to snag a date with (Y/n).”

“Is this little bird Charles?”

Gina laughed while her and Charles exchanged a quick glance at each other. “Maybe, anways tell me all the details of what you have planned.”

Jake huffed. “Funny you mention that, cause I got nothing.”

“That’s surprising coming from you. You’re usually the top guy when it comes to setting up dates.”

“That’s just it though, all my previous dates have been total flops. And I really want this one to work out,” He said, casting her a hopeful glance. “Any ideas?”

“Oh, you want a full on thing? Then no, I cannot be of help to you. But, Amy and her are good friends, so trying asking her,” Gina said, standing up and stretching. “But I mean if things don’t work out, send her my way.”

Jake only nodded, too distracted by his thoughts but when he did his head shot up. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

To say it was chaos in the Peralta apartment would be a drastic understatement for the situation at hand. He had been taking better care of the apartment, but now it felt like every little thing was out of place and had to be taken care of asap.

God, is this how Santiago felt all the time?

That poor woman.

Jake pulled up his sleeve to check the time and saw that be still had an hour left before you were gonna arrive.

After his small discussion with Amy, he was fairly certain that the date would be pretty good. He learned that grand or extravagant gestures tend to make you uncomfortable, and if he treated this like a more casual hang out then you would enjoy yourself a lot more.

That was Jake’s main goal for the evening, to make you comfortable around him so you both could enjoy yourselves.

With everything done all he had to do was sit and wait for you to show up.

Jake checked his watch for the fifth time in the span of a three minutes. His knees jolted up and down nervously as he continued to glance at the door of his apartment, barely listening to the silly sitcom he had playing on the television.

You were almost twenty minutes late, something very unusual since Amy and Captain Holt would boast about your punctuality to him, in hopes something might rub off on him.

Another ten minutes passed and Jake tried not to let the hurt settle in, there weren’t any messages from you and if it was something serious he knew you would have called.

Jake let out a deep sigh and went to turn off the television when there were a few frantic knocks at the door.

His whole heart jumped at the sound and he tried to not seem too eager as he went to open the door. Taking a small moment to clear his throat and smoothen out his hair, Jake finally opened it.

“I am so sorry!” You said with a large huff. “So much was happening, I got lost in a bit of my work and then my aunt called me just as I was about to leave and the woman can talk for ages.”

Jake couldn’t keep back the smile, he was just so happy to see you and that he could avoid the potential heartbreak over you standing him up.

“It’s totally cool,” Jake said, trying to seem nonchalant while his heart felt like it was ready to hop out of his chest and take off screaming. “I mean I don’t have any aunts but I can imagine they would be delightful ladies who would talk to me a ton too.”

Jake brought you inside his apartment and gave you a small tour of where everything was. “Bathroom’s on the second door to the left if ya need it and bedroom is the last door of the hall if you need a quiet place to have a mental breakdown like I do twice a day.”

Jake’s ears perked up whenever you laughed and he noticed you open up your bag to pull something out.

“First of all, I wanted to say thank you for being so sweet about me being unbearably late for our date,” You then took out a paper bag and held it out to him, Jake couldn’t help but smile at the brightly colored chalk that stained your hands. “Secondly, I got this for you because I felt really bad about it.”

Jake feigned a suspicious look as he opened the bag and looked inside. “It’s an everything bagel!” He said with a happy laugh as he unwrapped it. “Look! It even has beef jerky! Where did you get this at?”

You gave him a wink and tapped the side of your nose. “I know a guy, makes anything I ask him to really. And I remember you talking about wanting one so I thought it would make up for me.”

Jake’s whole system was being overflooded with pleasant affection for you that he couldn’t help but lean over and give you a big hug.

Though when he realized what he did he almost dropped the bagel. “I’m sorry, that was really awkward and I dunno how comfortable you are with that kind of stuff.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “No it’s fine, I thought it was pretty cute.”

Jake set the food aside and helped you out of your coat. “Now the date can officially begin!”

You stiffled a laugh as you reached out to move Jake’s head back to it’s former position. “Jake Peralta, if you’re going to be my muse then you have to sit still.”

After watching a couple comedies and spending a good few of hours just talking and exchanging funny stories while the two of enjoyed each other’s company. Then you finally managed to convince Jake to let you draw him.

Trouble was, he kept making silly faces or intentionally moving poses to try and get a reaction out of you. “I’m your muse? I’m not an overly kinky man, but I must say, I do like the sound of that.”

You shot him a look and pushed on his shoulder so he’s stumble out of his weird position on the couch. “Hush up, you’re distracting me from my art.”

Jake placed his chin in his hand and watched your hands float around the sketchbook and how your eyes would quickly switch between his face and the page. “You’re incredibly attractive like this, did you know that?”

You smiled, still keeping your gaze on the paper. “Why Mr. Peralta, you are quite foward.”

Jake chuckled, tilting his head ever slightly. “It’s true, Gina was telling me about the whole attractive artist thing and I gotta say that I’m into it.”

“Guess that’s lucky for me then.” You said, smudging one part of his shirt while you debated what to do next, missing Jake’s content sigh while he watched you.

“Just a bit more,” You said, taking one last glance up at him and then tossing your pencil aside. “Done!”

Jake eagerly waited for you to flip the sketchbook over but when you didn’t he raised an eyebrow. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?”

“Should I?” You asked, placing it close to your chest so it was totally concealed. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”

“Not fair! I am the best muse an artist could have!” He argued, trying to steal the book away from you.

“Lemme see!”

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.”

“(Y/n)!”

Jake started tickling your sides. “Show me! Let me gaze upon my beautiful face!” His laughter mixing with yours whenever you tried to swat him away.

“Fine! Fine!” You wheezed, pushing him off of you enough to plop the page onto his lap.

“Aw man,” Jake said as he held the picture close to him. “I look absolutely dreadful, is this what I look like all the time because I should really work on that.”

You nudged him. “Shut up, you’re not that bad.”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows. “(Y/n), are you trying to tell me that I’m pretty.”

“Would you mind if I was?”

Jake blushed, and cleared his throat. “N-Not at all.”

You leaned against him. “Well you’re pretty handsome, Peralta.”

Jake looked down at you and smiled. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thank you, I try my best,” You said with a smile, leaning over to look at the clock on the microwave. “Oh wow, I think I should be heading home.” You announced, rolling off the coach and springing to your feet.

He stood up, handing you your sketchbook and helping you retrieve your things. “You’re leaving me so soon?” He asked once the two of you were at the door. “I didn’t get to turn my charm on.”

You smiled over your shoulder while putting your coat on. “I think you were charming enough, besides if I hang around you too much I’ll lose the allure.”

Jake leaned against the doorframe while you finished getting situated. “Well, you’re welcome at my place any time. I’d be happy to have you over again.”

“I might take you up on that offer, Detective Peralta,” You said, smiling whenever he chuckled. “Anyways, thank you for a very fun evening.”

“It was fun for me too. Definitely ranks pretty high on my best date list.” Jake said, your gazes meeting briefly as he decided weither or not to kiss your goodnight.

“I’ll see you later then.” You said before he could make up his mind.

“Goodnight, let me know when you get home safe.” Jake told you, awkwardly shaking your hand.

You smiled and nodded before turning around for breif second, then quickly facing him again, lightly tugging on the front of his shirt to give him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Will do.” You said, letting him go and walking down the hallway.

Jake leaned over the doorframe to make sure you were gone before fist bumping the air and closing the door.

Definitely the top of his best date list.

Celestial Friend Part 4

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (featuring Sam, Dean, and Cas)

Word Count: 1,557

Warnings: slight angst/fluff

A/N: Here comes part four! You didn’t think that their antics would go unnoticed did you? ;) I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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Sam and Dean shut the doors to the Impala as they stopped in front of the high school.  When they read about what happened at the game last night, they knew they had to investigate.  There was only one person, or one archangel, that could do this kind of thing.  The only thing they couldn’t figure out, was why he did it.

“Dean, Gabriel’s dead,” Sam reasoned.  “Maybe this is an actual trickster?”

“How many times did we think Gabriel was dead,” Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder as he opened the door.

“Okay fair enough,” Sam mumbled as he looked around.  “These are just kids.  He went after college students when we first met him.  Why would he stoop this low?”

You tapped Gabriel’s arm as you walked down the hall.  He was wearing his janitor’s outfit in an attempt to help himself fit in.  “You’re ridiculous Gabriel,” you jested.  “Although I have to admit, you do look good in a janitor’s outfit.”

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Merry Christmas! Thanks to@l8nitl0vr for the request. I’m hoping that this is what you were looking for. It’s less ‘little fluffy things’ more ‘grand sweeping gestures’. Let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Reader is a little heartbroken about a failed relationship and when Thor notices he does all kinds of fluffy things to try and make her feel better? >///

“The Man in Red”

Thor wasn’t a studious man. He believed in learning by doing things and consequently making mistakes (of which he had made a few in his time). However, at this time of year, he’d made an exception.

The Avengers’ first Christmas together reminded them that one particular member of their team was not as well-versed in Earth traditions as the others. Even Steve felt like a font of knowledge when describing Halloween. So when December rolled around, everybody chipped in to give him all the information they could about the festive season.

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Connecting The Dots

Paring: danisnotonfire x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff tbh.

Word count: 1121

Enjoy :)

Usually, being with Dan included tons of kisses, touching, tickling, all that cute coupley stuff you see in the movies. However, it’s been different lately. It seems as if Dan is trying to pull himself away from me, and I hate it. I want him to be happy, whether that’s with, or without me, but I need to know where he stands on the matter.

I wake up the next morning, to a cold bed. Dan had already gotten up to start his day, which was not like him at all. Most days, I wake up first, mainly because of the fact he’s up until four am every night on tumblr. I try to brush it off as I begin to start my day, but it sits in the back of my mind, eating away at all of my thoughts. When I enter the kitchen, I see my beloved boyfriend eating his cereal while leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” he mumbled, milk spilling from the side of his mouth.

“Good morning,” I reply, smiling at him, as I grab some frozen waffles out of the freezer. That was the extent of our conversation. After my answer, he had migrated to the living room, leaving me by myself. I told myself it was because he had a lot to do, which I know he does, but deep down it still hurt. Every day it seems to get worse, but he’s yet to move from our bed, or to kick me out, so I assume everything is alright… Kind of.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I looked at it, I saw that Dan had tweeting something about his next video. “Do you want absolutely terrible advice from someone who can’t figure his own life out? Send me an email for the next Internet Support Group video!”

Instantly, I got an idea. I could send him an email from a fake account, and get his advice on the matter. Though, it might not work out, as he probably will be flooded with thousands of emails. I decide to go through with it anyway, and begin to construct the perfect email. With one last proof read, I press the big send button, and hope that everything will work out.

*****

A few days had passed since Dan sent out the tweet, and the days had been exactly the same. The occasional hello, the awkward silence when both of us are in a room together. It isn’t something big, right? I keep trying to assure myself everything is alright, but I just can’t believe it.

“Hey, (Y/N)? I’m gonna film the video now,” Dan told me, setting up the camera in our bedroom. Just like the other Internet Support Group videos, he had gone through all (or most of) the emails, and picked a few of his favorites. He left his door open, thankfully, so I could hear what he recorded.

After recording, and rerecording, his intro a few times, he finally began reading the emails. One was about a girl who was in love with her best friend. Another about a boy who wants to convince his parents to let him get a dog. Then, I heard the familiar writing of the email I had sent just days before.

“This lovely email is from (Y/N), (Y/A), London. It reads, ‘Hey Dan! Recently, my boyfriend, who shall remained unnamed for his sake, has seemed really withdrawled lately. I know he’s busy, as he’s got much to do, but even in his downtime, he spends it away from me, usually on tumblr or playing Mario Kart. We barely even talk anymore. I’m not sure if he wants to break up with me, or if he’s not happy anymore, but it’s worrying me! Help!”

I sat on the couch, waiting for his response to the email, wondering if he would be able to connect the dots or not. After a bit of pondering, he started talking again.

“Well, (Y/N), I wouldn’t say he necessarily wants to break up with you. Maybe it’s just a little stick in the mud, yeah? Try talking to him, get his attention, maybe sit down and kick his arse at Mario Kart next time he plays. There might be something going on in his life that he doesn’t know how to figure out at the moment. I would say try to talk to him before jumping to conclusions, but if he still acts that way after your talk, smother him with a pillow while he sleeps- I mean, whaaaat?”

A chuckle escapes my lips, causing Dan to turn towards me, as I had been watching from the doorway.

“Me? Kick your arse at Mario Kart? That’ll be easy,” I tease, a half smile on my face, praying he makes the connection so I don’t have to explain it. His eyebrows furrow for a second, before he understands what I mean.

“(Y/N)?” Dan whispers, stopping the camera from recording, and making his way over to me. “Oh, love… I didn’t know that’s what you felt like.” His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my hair.

“I- I didn’t know any other way to ask you about it,” I swallowed, listening to Dan’s heartbeat.

“Darling, you can always talk to me. Always. I know we haven’t been as intimate as we used to be, but we’ve both got a lot going on right now. How about this. Friday, cancel all your plans. It’s going to be our day,” Dan tells me, pulling my face away from his chest. He looks in my eyes, a small smile on his face, before he kisses my nose. “I love you, (Y/N). So much. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, Dan,” I respond, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him. So there we were, standing in each other’s arms, hugging for what felt like an eternity. And it felt wonderful. It reminded me of the early days, when our friends would always tease us about the amount of physical contact we always had. Dan let go of me, ripping me from my thoughts, before beginning to speak.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Dan called, sitting on his bed, and patting the spot next to him. “I think it’s time we tell the world, yeah?”

“Wha- Dan are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because of what just happened,” I stammer, fiddling with my fingers.

“I’m positive, (Y/N)! Get your cute butt over here, they’ll love you.”

So, I did. I sat down next to my amazing boyfriend, and he pressed record.

“Hello Internet! Today, I’m joined by my wonderful date mate, (Y/N). Say hello, beautiful!”

Imagine – Winning the first ever women’s Money In The Bank ladder match and dedicating your win to Chris Jericho

Word Count – 2,118

Warnings – None

A/N – I’m going to try to write tons of imagines again. J But I’ll probably have more WWE ones than Supernatural ones sadly. I’m not sure yet but I might change my account into a multi fandom imagine page instead of just SPN and WWE. Anyways enjoy!

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About two months ago Stephanie McMahon and Triple H came up to you and the rest of the women’s locker room announcing that the first ever women’s Money In The Bank ladder match would be taking place June 19th. Everyone screamed with joy.

“The women in the match will be Bayley, Alexa Bliss, Emma, Nia Jax, Nikki Bella, and last but not least Y/N.” Triple H smiled. You all had a group hug then went on with your day, talking nonstop about how exciting this is for women’s wresting.

A few weeks ago Vince McMahon called you to his office. You’ve been in the company for five years now but you still get nervous around your boss.

“Oh Y/N! It’s so nice to see you. Please, come sit.”

“I’m not in trouble am I?” you asked nervously, knee bouncing up and down

“Why does everyone always think that they’re in trouble when I call them in? Am I really that scary?” He chuckled. You shook your head and smirked a little, still nervous.

“I called you in here to let you know that… You will be winning the MITB match. And you’re going to cash in on the same night.” Your jaw dropped.

“I am! Are you sure?”

“Well Y/N I kind of run stuff around here. Of course I’m sure.”

“Right, sorry my mind just isn’t in the right place. I’m honored, and I’m so thankful but I have to ask, why me?”

“You have been very loyal to this business. You’re a great worker, you’ve barley been injured and you have been here for five years without one title run. I think your time is now, miss Y/L/N.”

You walked over and gave him a huge hug as he gave you one back.

“Thank you so much Vince. This means the world to me.”

“You deserve it.”

-The Night-

Tonight is the night. Everyone was so excited, you especially but also very nervous. All these thoughts kept coming through “What if I mess up?” “What if I get injured?” A calm voice caught your attention. It was one of the ladies who create wrestling gears.

“Here’s your Chris Jericho gear you wanted” She smiled, handing the pants over to you along with his boots and a black tank top.

“Thank you so much, I love it! It looks just like his! I can’t wait to put these on.”

“No problem, good luck sweetie. You got this!”

You ran into your dressing room and quickly changed into your gear. You left, showing off your pants to everyone when you realized you still had to do a quick interview with Renee Young.

“Y/N, Are you ready to make history tonight?”

“You betcha Renee! But the question is are YOU ready to watch me win? Is the WWE Universe ready to watch me win? If not, they better get ready. Because I promise by the end of tonight that briefcase will be in my hand, and before Charlotte knows it that title will be in my hands.”

“I can’t help but notice, your gear is inspired by Chris Jericho. What’s the story on that?”

“Chris has always been my favorite since I was 12. Even though he was a bad guy, there was always something about him that just really interested me. It’s around 15 years later now and even though we work in the same company and are really good friends I’m still a huge mark over him.” You smiled while she smiled too.

“Since he created this match, I thought I’d dedicate my win to him. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be where I am right now. He’s my mentor, he’s my friend, he’s been my inspiration for as long as I can remember. He’s the one who trained me to wrestle and I can’t thank him enough for everything he’s done for me and this company. Chris always says how he is the best in the world at what he does, its almost two decades later and he still proves that every single night.”

She thanked you and wished you good luck and went on her way. You looked at the clock and realized it was almost time to go out. You sat around in the lunch room sitting and talking with the members of the new day along with Bayley and Nikki.

“I can’t believe we’re here.” Nikki smiled

“In the lunch room?” Kofi joked, nudging her shoulder

“No! We are about to go out there and make history. That’s so cool.”

“Right? I never thought we’d do it.” You said, trying to hold back the tears.

20 minutes go by and one of the workers tell you its time. Your heart starts pounding what seems like a thousand times a minute. This is it. You waited for everyone to head out and make their entrances when finally your theme song hit, you ran out and smiled as you went down the ramp hearing the crowd sing along with your theme.

The match went on for about 30 minutes. So many crazy stuff has happened, and you’re pretty sure you broke your finger. At some point you climbed up the ladder and dropped kicked Emma off the ladder, knocking you down along with her and landing on your back pretty hard.  Nia crushed Nikki like ten times. You did a lionsault onto Bayley. Everything was going great but the best was yet to come.

10 more minutes pass and everyone was down except for you. This was it. This was your moment. You looked around the ring at all the girls and shrugged your shoulders, smiling at the camera while the crowd chanted your name. You climb up the ladder, every step you were getting closer until you finally were on the last step. You grabbed the buckle, unlocked it and tore the briefcase down. You held it in your hands and looked down at it, a big smile coming across your face as your theme blared through the arena along with screams of joy.

“And here is the winner of the MITB ladder match, (your ring name)!”

You went backstage and took a few photos for social media. You did a few interviews and before you knew it it was already time for Charlotte vs Sasha for the women’s title. You watched backstage as they fought, feeling someone sit next to you so you look over and it’s Chris.

“Nice pants, they look awesome on you. I have great style, don’t I?” He smirked

“Yeah you do, I never want to take these off.” You both laughed, watching the match together

“I’m glad you won. It’s been what 5 years and you’ve never had one title run yet? That’s ridiculous. I’m glad Vince finally woke up and realized how awesome you are.”

“Thank you Chris. That means a lot.”

Before he could reply the same man who called you out earlier came back to give you your que to run out there. You gave Chris a quick hug as he yelled “Good luck, champ!” as you were walking away.

Charlotte’s theme played through the arena until yours hit, the crowd going wild knowing what’s about to come. She stood in the middle of the ring clenching her belt to her chest while yelling “This is mine!” but what she didn’t realize was you were right behind her, attacking her with your brief case. You slid out of the ring, handed your case over to the ref and demanded him to make the match.

“(Your ring name) Is cashing in her Money In The Bank contract!”

JBL kept yelling “It isn’t time to cash in yet! It’s not right! Charlotte just had a match there’s no way she can defend herself!”

You speared Charlotte and got up yelling “Come on baybay!” obviously like Chris does sometimes. You got up and went into a corner, yelling and telling her to get up again. She got up and speared her again. You got back up and got ready to put her in a liontamer. You struggled but finally locked it in. 65 seconds pass and Charlotte taps. You jumped off while tears already flowed down your cheeks as the ref handed you the beautiful white and red belt.

“And your new WWE Raw Womens Champion, (your ring name)!” the ref held your hand up high as the confetti fell through the ceiling. This was all the blood sweat and tears paying off. All the homesickness, all the bruises, all the traveling. This was a big screw you to the people who said you couldn’t wrestle because you are a girl.

You got on your knees in the middle of the ring and looked at your title thinking about everything. You got up and turned around and saw Chris, standing there with tears in his glassy blue eyes while smiling and clapping. You gave him a huge hug while thanking him. He let go, wiped away the tears off your face and held your hand high, pointing over at you with pride.

“Lets clank our belts! It’s what all the cool kids do!” He said picking up his United States championship. (I know he wasn’t U.S champ at the time let me live)

He got out and held your hand as you got out too. You ran over to your friends and family who were sitting in front row seats, hugging them tightly. You walked back up the ramp then stopped before you went in. You held up your title and heard as the fireworks went off.

You and Chris went backstage and watched as everyone joined and clapped for you. Some were crying tears of joy even. You covered your face, trying to hide the fact you were crying when you felt Chris wrap his arm around your shoulders. Triple H came over and picked you up in a great big bear hug. He was always like a father figure to you.

“I’m so proud of you. I’m sure Chris is proud of you too. We’re all proud.” You hugged each other again then went your separate ways. You went back to your dressing room to sit and take in what just happened.

You looked at the title that was still in your hands. This will never feel real. You were lost in a trance until you heard someone knocking on your door.

“Come in!” It was Chris

“Come here, I need one more hug.” He laughed, eyes still glassy from emotions. He picked you up off the ground and squeezed you tightly.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

“It was all you. I’m so proud of you. I cant express that enough.” It felt so good to hear that. The room got quiet for a few minutes.

“This means we get to clean our titles together” He said with excitement when another knock came.

“Hey sorry to interrupt but can I have one last Interview with you for today? I know you’re probably tired of seeing this mic but” Renee said

“It’s fine if Chris can join”

“Of course!”

You picked your title up and put it on your shoulder. Chris looked over at you with a smirk on his face.

“What’s the smirk for?”

“I’m just so happy for you.”

-

“I’m here with our new Raw women’s champion, Y/R/N along with Chris Jericho.”

“Renee, what did I tell you earlier tonight? That I was going to win. And what did I do? I won! I think I still have confetti in my hair.” You both giggled

“Chris, how do you feel about Y/R/N’s achievement tonight?”

“Renee, I can’t even begin to put into words of how proud I am of her. Back in 05 she came to one of my meet and greets and that’s where we first met. And now? I just stood in the middle of that ring, on a WWE PVP and held her hand up high while she held the women’s title in her other hand. That is amazing. Not to mention she beat Ric Flair’s daughter for the title too in under what 3 minutes?” You nodded.

“Well congratulations Y/R/N.”

She walked away and left you two to yourselves. The rest of the night you took selfies with everyone who wanted one, did your photoshoot even got one with Chris in it to keep for yourself for memories. Then after you got everything done you went back to the hotel and spent the night with Chris and Natalya talking about memories and playing games with each other on your phones.

This was a night you’d remember forever.