damn you and your face kevin

evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part i

part ii, part iii

The Foxhole Court

  • “I want my subs at the wall cheering them on, but if you trip up a referee, I will cut you.”
  • “Watch me beam with pride. It’s not your job to take care of yourself anymore.”
  • Wymack sliced a hand across his throat and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Neil hoped he was right in translating it as “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
  • “Do you have any idea how much I hate coming home and finding you in my apartment?”
  • Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. His decision to turn the Foxhole Court into a halfway house of sorts was nice in theory, but it meant his players were fractured isolationists who couldn’t get along long enough to get through a game.
  • “Are you done wasting my oxygen yet?”
  • “Kevin, wake that dingbat without getting punched in the face.”
  • “You have five seconds to get your retarded psycho ass to my apartment! You even think about telling me no and I swear to god I’ll throw Kevin’s contract down the garbage disposal.”
  • “Your opinion has been noted and dismissed,” Wymack said. “Anything else, or are you going to start signing stuff?”
  • “I am going to drop you off at the dorm and spend the rest of the day drinking. Damage control can wait until tomorrow.”
  • “Kevin, you’re out if your hand so much as itches. Don’t be stupid tonight.”
  • “Coach Wymack was the only one I could think of turning to, and he didn’t disappoint me.”
  • Wymack snapped his fingers in front of Andrew’s face, trying to get Andrew to look at him instead of Neil.
  • “Damn it all to hell. Hemmick! You were supposed to wake them up ten miles ago.”
  • “Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It’s about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than anyone else wanted to give you.”
  • “We saw their files,” Wymack said. “We chose you.”
  • “Breaking news: I don’t care.”
  • Neil wasn’t quite ready to face Andrew yet and he didn’t want to deal with this teammate’s curiosity over his prolonged absence, so he went to Wymack’s apartment instead.
  • “When I said Abby and I would look out for you, I didn’t mean you should pick a fight with Riko on national television,” Wymack said. “Should I have spelled that out beforehand?”

and my personal favorite for last

  • “God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can’t have nice things.”
Hiding Under Those Clothes (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: yay requests are open :D   okay so how about a female reader x jughead (they like each other) where the reader wears a lot of layers and one day the crew had a pool party and jug saw the readers amazing asf body and like he’s mesmerize or something idk

A/N: Sorry for lack of posts! I have family visiting right now and I’m heading to the beach for Spring Break soon. I’m going to try and write before hand so I can just queue them for you guys. Hopefully this is good! xxx


Hiding under those clothes (Jughead x Reader)

Since Ethel became a part of the group, Veronica convinced her to throw a pool party at the end of the school year.

You were nervous as no one has seen you with anything less than two layers and the girls has forbid the infamous layers for both you and jughead.

When the day arrived you panicked and told Veronica you didn’t have a swimsuit.

She glared at you and hands you a black fabric. “Here. I figured you’d try and pull something.”

You glanced at the piece of clothing. There was barely anything there.

“Put it on and meet us down at the pool.” She nodded and left before you could argue anymore.

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Smile [j.j.]

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Summary: Kevin brings both Jughead and Veronica’s attention to you and your never-changing attitude. (Jughead is kind of a dick in this one…oops?)


“Who is that?” Veronica asked, pointing towards the girl who sat alone in a booth at Pop’s.

Kevin Keller leaned forwards in his seat, causing everyone at the table to lean towards him in a rather dramatic fashion. “That’s (Y/N) (L/N). She never stops smiling.”

Veronica scoffed in disbelief before being cut off by Archie.

“No its true,” he interjected as he doused his fry in ketchup. “I have never seen her without a smile on her face.”

“No person can smile all the time,” Veronica retorted. “I found it hard just to smile at my father’s business events.”

Jughead snorted at her comment before reaching over and stealing some of her fries. “Nope. She smiles all the time. Whenever and at whoever she can. I bet she even smiles in her sleep.”

“And,” Betty cut in. “She has the hugest crush on Jughead.”

“Why?” Veronica nearly shouted, bewildered. She smiled sheepishly when Jughead sent her a disbelieving glare. “No offense Jughead, I’m sure you’re great. But…you’re you and she’s hot.”

“Damn right,” Archie and Kevin mumbled in agreement as Betty shot them a disbelieving look.

“What? Even you can’t deny it Betty. (Y/N)’s really pretty,” Archie exclaimed, trying to defend himself. Betty looked at Jughead before sighing and nodding.

“They’re right Jug,” she conceded. Jughead simply rolled his eyes.

Veronica turned her attention back to your booth, where you stood up and gathered your belongings before walking to the door.

“Guys she’s coming this way,” Archie hissed. “Act cool!”

“Hey (Y/N),” Archie said as you walked by.

You paused slightly, a soft grin making its way onto your face. “Hey Archie, Archie’s friends.”

“Hi,” Veronica replied, stretching out her hand. “Veronica Lodge, I don’t believe we met.”

You stopped for a moment, shifting all your things to one arm before grasping her hand in your own, the smile never leaving your face. “(Y/N) (L/N). I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“Would you like to join us (Y/N)?” Betty asked, motioning for Kevin to scoot over.

Your smile widened slightly as you opened your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by Jughead throwing his head back and groaning.

The entirety of the table could see your smile falter slightly before you composed yourself. “No thanks Betty. I really should be getting home, it’s pretty late.”

“I’ll walk you home!” Archie exclaimed, scrambling out of his seat and grabbing his jacket. Jughead rolled his eyes.

“It’s fine Arch, really,” you replied with a small giggle at his actions. “Enjoy yourselves guys, I’ll see you at school.”

The tables (sans Jughead) said their goodbyes as you left.

As soon as you exited, everyone turned towards Jughead, punching him in the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Jug!” Betty cried in disbelief. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Jughead asked innocently. Betty replied by throwing her head back and mocking Jughead’s groan.

“C'mon guys. You seriously couldn’t want her to join us? I mean yeah, she may be pretty but she’s annoying. Always smiling and talking…” Jughead trailed off as he met Veronica’s frustrated stare.

“Jughead. She’s a perfectly nice girl who is practically in love with you! She seems like a good person and all you have to say about her is that she’s annoying?”


Veronica scoffed and left the diner, being followed by Betty and Archie.

“You really shouldn’t be so judgmental,” Kevin chirped, leaving the diner as well.


You spun around at the sound, a smile spreading across your face as you saw Veronica.

“Hey!” you replied. “Veronica, right?”

“Yup,” Veronica replied, weaving her arm through yours. “So how about we hang out after school today and you can tell me all about the tragically boring things to do in Riverdale?”

You raised an eyebrow and laughed. “I’m pretty sure Kevin covered all of that already but sure.”

“Great! Pop’s after school?” Veronica asked.

“Pop’s after school,” you confirmed.

You met with Veronica at Pop’s that day…and the next, and the next. Eventually, you began to hang out with each other daily, much to Archie’s glee and Jughead’s dismay.

Evenings at Pop’s became common and you found yourself squished between Archie and Jughead more than once. Study sessions also grew in popularity once everyone found out that you were a model student.

The best place to study was Archie’s house. It was calm and cozy and Fred was such an amazing person. Archie and Jughead were lucky to have him.

You glanced up briefly, chuckling at Archie as he strummed his guitar.

Kevin & Betty had left earlier, followed by Veronica who needed to sort some things out with her mom. That left you and Archie in his room, with Jughead downstairs as he looked for more food.

“So, are you going to the fundraiser?” Archie asked, speaking over the sound of his guitar.

You paused slightly, hesitating as you put all your things away. “I’m not sure. I mean I was asked by Reggie but I told him I’d have to think about it.”

Archie frowned slightly. “Are you gonna go with him?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, Reggie’s a great guy but I’ve never really hung out with him y'know?”

“Will you go with me?” Archie blurted, wincing as how rushed his words came out.

Your nose scrunched up as you you tilted your head in confusion. “What?”

Archie put his guitar down and got off his bed, stepping closer to you as he ran his hand through his hair. “Will you go with me? To the fundraiser?”

You looked at him for a moment, smiling slightly as he nervously looked down at his feet. “Yes Arch, I’ll go with you.”

It’s not like the guy I like is gonna ask me anyways you thought bitterly to yourself.

You stood on your tiptoes, reaching up to place a kiss on Archie’s cheek.

“Wait, rea-” Archie’s question was cut off, his lips meeting yours as he turned his face to meet your gaze. Both of your eyes fluttered shut on instinct, the kiss soft and sweet as he gently placed his hands on your waist, one of yours resting softly on his neck.

You pulled away as you heard something drop, quickly turning towards the door and seeing nothing there.

“I should uh, I should go,” you said, grabbing your backpack.

Archie nodded. “Yeah, I’ll pick you up okay? I’ll text you.”

You smiled and quickly left the room, running down the stairs.

You made a beeline for the door, accidentally bumping into Jughead on your way out.

“Sorry,” you quickly apologized, meeting his eyes. His blue eyes looked at you for a minute, meeting your eyes before dropping down to your lips as he let out a loud scoff and walked away.

You quickly left the house, your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you realized that Jughead had seen what had occurred upstairs.

“Wait, you kissed her?” Veronica exclaimed as she sat in a booth at Pop’s with Betty and Archie.

Archie nodded.

“And she kissed you back?” Betty questioned.

Archie nodded once more.

B & V exchanged glances, squealing softly.

“So how was it?” Veronica asked.

Archie hesitated before answering. “Honestly, it wasn’t anything special.”

The two girls gasped.

“It’s just,” Archie continued. “I’ve had this crush on her for years y'know and now that I’ve finally kissed her, it’s just…I didn’t feel anything.”

“So you don’t like her?”

“No, I don’t think I ever really did,” Archie admitted.

“Hey guys!” you chirped as you stood next to their booth.

“Uh, we were just leaving. See you later (Y/N/N),” Betty shouted, latching onto Veronica’s arm and dragging her out of Pop’s.

“What was that all about?” you chuckled as you slid into the booth across from Archie.

Archie shrugged before leaning in slightly. “Listen (Y/N), about what happened the other day…”

“The kiss?” you asked hesitantly. Archie nodded. “Listen Arch, you’re great and all-”

“But it felt-” Archie broke in.

“Weird,” you both finished in unison. You met his eyes, both of you bursting into laughter.

“God I thought I had the biggest crush on you,” Archie gasped. “And then I kissed you and it felt like I was kissing my sister.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, no offense Archie, but it felt really awkward kissing someone I don’t have a crush on.”

Archie wiggled his eyebrows. “Like Jughead.”

You blushed. “Anyways. About the fundraiser…”

“We could still go,” Archie said. “As friends.”

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

The fundraiser was a dance that had been set up by the River Vixens (read: Cheryl) to raise money for new equipment.

It rolled around quite quickly and next thing you know, you were walking into Riverdale High’s gym clad in a pretty blue dress hanging off of Archie’s arm.

Cheryl, being Cheryl, demanded that the event be formal, and as you noticed Jughead in a blazer and a form-fitting button-up, you couldn’t help but whisper a quick ‘Thank you Cheryl Blossom’ under your breath.

You smiled at Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead as you approached them, being pleasantly surprised when Jughead nodded at you in acknowledgement.

“You guys look amazing!” Veronica gushed before turning to the others. “Don’t they? They look like a match made in heaven.”

You blushed slightly before laughing awkwardly as you caught Jughead’s eye. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes fluttered between your lips and Archie.

“Well you guys look great as well,” Archie proclaimed. “How about a dance? Ronnie?”

Ronnie smirked as she took Archie’s outstretched hand. You all watched them walk onto the dancefloor and start swaying.

“Look it’s Joaquin!” Kevin exclaimed. “Let’s go talk to him.”

Kevin latched onto Betty’s arm and pulled her away, leaving you and Jughead alone.

You continued watching Archie and Veronica with a soft smile on your face, swaying softly to the beat of the music by yourself. You began humming the tune under your breath, breaking out of your stupor when you heard Jughead clear his throat.

“Do you uh, want to dance?” He offered lowly, extending his hand.

You kept a straight face as you placed your hand in his, ignoring the blush that was crawling up your neck and curling around your cheeks.

His grip was tight as he led you out onto the dancefloor, passing by Reggie who, upon seeing you, flashed you a blinding smile before speaking. “You look amazing (Y/N)!”

You smiled and said your thanks.

Jughead’s jaw clenched.

You stopped in the middle of the dancefloor as Jughead pulled you into him gently, placing your hand on his shoulder and then sliding his down to your waist.

“So why aren’t you dancing with Archie?” He asked, leaning down to whisper the question into your ear as you danced. “I thought he invited you to this thing.”

Your smile dropped as you responded. “Yeah, as friends.”

“Really?” Jughead responded, skepticism leaking into his voice.

“Yes,” you replied. “I didn’t want to come with Reggie so Archie brought me instead.”

“Then why we’re you guys kissing in his room?” Jughead asked, pulling back slightly so he could see your reaction, expecting you to smile and laugh it off.

Instead, you glared, and he could feel shivers run down his spine. No one had ever been on the receiving end of your glare, you had never used it before.

“That was an accident. He asked me to come and I accepted. I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek and it happened,” you said coldly.

Jughead scoffed as you came to a stop. You were now standing in the middle of the dancefloor, both of you still holding each other close.

‘It just happened’? (Y/N) come on, things like that don’t ‘just happen’,” he whispered harshly.

“Well it did Jughead. And it was was a mistake.”

Jughead let out a humorless laugh. “Wow. It meant nothing? That’s harsh. Did you tell him this? Does he know that you don’t like him and that you’re just leading him on?”

Your face flushed red in anger at his accusations. “We both agreed it was a mistake Jughead. And we both agreed to come to the fundraiser. As friends.”

“You don’t just kiss someone and blow them off like that,” Jughead hissed. “And then you try and set him up with little Miss New York over there? That’s pretty low.”

You stepped back, shoving Jughead away from you. “I’m not gonna stand here and take this. I’m going to say it one last time, hopefully your brain processes it this time. First, yes, me and Archie kissed. Second, no, we didn’t feel anything so we decided were better off as friends because he might like Ronnie and I like you. Third, we came as friends, Jughead. The guy I like obviously wants nothing to do with me and I did not want to spend my evening with Reggie, no matter how sweet he is.“

Jughead’s mouth dropped slightly as he processed your words. Sure, Betty would always tease and say that you had the biggest crush on him but he never believed her.

You straightened and smoothed down the front of your dress. “Thank you for the dance Jughead, it was nice while it lasted. I should go. Have a nice night.”

You turned to go, but Jughead lunged for your arm and pulled you back, placing you in the same position you had been in moments before. “(Y/N), don’t go.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why not? I should be getting back to my darling boyfriend, Archie.”

Jughead tilted his head. “Should you really?”

“What’s that supposed to-”

You were cut off by Jughead’s lips. He kissed you softly and hesitantly, almost afraid of what you would do. After a while of you not responding, he went to pull back, only to be stopped by your lips finally pressing back against his.

“But you hate me,” you mumbled, pulling back slightly.

Jughead swooped back in, kissing you softly once more. “No, I don’t. I hated Archie’s crush on you.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed, his breath fanning over your face. “Archie was practically in love with you. You were the perfect couple. Him the golden football player, you the pretty, smiling student. I hated it. I always thought Betty was joking about your crush on me but thankfully she wasn’t. I fell in love with your smile and you were just so perfect that I just knew that I didn’t have a shot with you.“

You smiled. “Jug, I’ve always liked you.”

Jughead beamed. “There’s that smile! And I’m glad, because I hope it means that I get to kiss you and take you out?”

You nodded, smile growing as he leaned in for a third time only pulling away when you heard catcalls coming from your friends.

“Yeah Jughead!” Archie.

“They’re too cute!” B & V.

“OMG I ship it!” Kevin.

“Treat her right Donnie Darko!” Reggie.

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Jughead x Reader: A Nightmare Approaches


Hi can you please write something with Jughead about that it’s your first time sleeping together (not sex just sleeping) and you get a nightmare? But you get all embarrassed and don’t want to talk about it but then he comforts you. thank you xx

 A/N: I loved writing about this, I like the idea of just cuddling since I still see Jughead as asexual (Can cuddle with you), but hey everyone has their opinions on this subject, but no he is not asexual in this. I’ll take this time to say I do not write smut sorry. Hopefully you guys enjoy this one since I got like over 100 notes on my last Jughead imagine which I didn’t think it was going to get that much, but thank you guys for liking and reblogging it really means a lot to me.

Words: 1040

Summary: Reader parents are away and she invites Jughead over.

Spoilers: I had inspiration for the nightmare form American Horror Story: Coven.

Warnings: Jughead hates Netflix

“(Y/N)!” you’re parents called out as you rushed to see them in the kitchen.

“Yeah, mom and dad?” You asked them.

“Your dad and I have to take a trip on the weekend and we can’t take you, you’re going to be alone, no monkey business” You mother proclaimed.

“Promise” You motioned your right hand against your heart.

It was now Friday morning as you were getting ready for school, that your parents called out for you and you ran downstairs

“(Y/N), remember to lock all the doors and windows” your dad claimed.

“I will, dad promise” as you reached in for a hug.

“We left you some cash in the drawer and deposited some in your bank account” your mom comforted you as she gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Geez, mom are you leaving for a weekend trip or are you gonna start a new life and leave me stranded alone in the horror of a small town that is Riverdale?” you mocked your mother.

“Stay safe baby” your parents chimed in at the same time as they exited the front door and you went up to your room to finish up before you grabbed your backpack and locked the door of course and rushed to school.

As you entered Riverdale High, you searched for your friends in the crowded hallway and made your way to them.

“What took you so long?” Betty announced.

“Parents went on a weekend “business” trip” you told them while motioning your fingers as quotes “they gave me the stay safe, killer on the loose, no parties speech” you added on.

“Damn, I was about to ask you throw one” Kevin chuckled knowing you, you would never dare to throw a party unless your parents approved.

“They would never find out (Y/N), let’s do it!” Ronnie praised.

“Oh you are so new to Riverdale” Kevin addressed putting his hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re that much of a goodie-good girl” Veronica questioned you.

“She’s a saint” Archie blurted.

“More than Betty?” Veronica continued as Betty smiled.

“No” Jughead spoke up with a smirk on his face making everyone go into a fit of laughter.

“God, I didn’t mean it like that” Jughead retorted as you blushed and he reached to grab your hand.

“I’d like to think Betty and I take risks when the risk taking needs to happen” you admitted to your friends with a smile.

“Take the risk (Y/N)” Kevin and Ronnie spoke in sync.

“Not worth it” you apologized “I can barely stand these losers at school, why would I invite them to my home” you continued as Archie, Kevin and Veronica sighed.

“How about tomorrow you guys just come chill at my house, a little friend get-together, my parents wouldn’t mind my friends” you commented.

“A loophole, you daredevil” Kevin complimented as you gave them a devilish smirk and they all nodded.

The school bell rang and your friends went their ways to get to class.

“Hey Jug” you cooed as he turned to see you as you guys made your way to your classes “How about you come over after school and we could watch a movie” you confessed.

“A home date, deal” he answered and kissed your cheek as he let your hand go and you both parted ways to your classes.

As school ended, you made your way to Jughead leaning against your locker.

“Hey, you ready?” You spoke as Jughead planted a kiss on your lips and grabbed you by the hand.

“How about I go grab a movie and you order the food and we meet at your house, please no Netflix” Jughead declared as you both walked out of school and you chuckled at his comment.

“Fine, Netflix hater, Pops burgers or pizza?” you replied at your boyfriend Jughead.

“Both” Jughead chuckled and you laughed.

“Okay, I’ll order you both, but grab like three movie choices” you declared as you parted ways.

You picked up the burgers and shakes from Pops and walked home to wait for the pizza delivery.

A few minutes later the pizza arrived and so you started getting the living room ready for your movie date with Jughead.

“Coming in!” Jughead clarified while opening the door to your house making his way to the living room.

“I brought (Y/F/M), (Jughead’s favorite movie) (Both yours & Jughead’s favorite movie)” Jughead acknowledged and you smiled at him.

“See these amazing films are not on Netflix” Jughead retorted and you giggled at his comment.

“Oh Juggie, Netflix doesn’t care about your modernizing problems, they’re subscribers beat you” you sassed him as you picked the first movie.

You guys enjoyed the delicious food and movies, you didn’t even realize you both knocked out cuddling on the couch. Although you started shifting too much and sweat started creeping your forehead. Jughead woke up from your squirming and began to worry he shook you so you could wake up. You opened your eyes and were breathing very heavily.

“(Y/N) are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” Jughead questioned you worriedly.

“Oh no, I’m fine Juggie” You blurted out embarrassed about telling him about your nightmare.

“Oh c’mon (Y/N/N), you were squirming and sweating, I swear I won’t laugh, I’m here for you babe” Jughead confirmed smiling at you and giving you a kiss on your hand.

“Okay, but you can’t laugh” You confessed while blushing, telling him your nightmare, where Jughead kept breaking up with you and that same clip played over and over and wouldn’t stop.

Jughead gave you a smile and kissed you on the lips and you kissed back.

“I’m not letting you go, especially not in mine or your dreams” Jughead reassured you “Also I shouldn’t have let you eat that much” Jughead added with a small chuckle.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, that way you’d have more” you added on and you both started laughing.  

It was late and you didn’t want Jughead out there, with a killer on the loose, so you made a fort in your living room and fell asleep, cuddling each other to sleep and you questioned why you both never did this before since you felt safer in his arms.

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

Truth or Dare

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe)

Multi-fic: Yes? I’m splitting this up into a couple chapters so *finger-guns*

A/N: First Riverdale fic so sorry if anyone here sounds a bit OOC. Also, I don’t really write so *shrugs* be nice please. I had this idea just pop up and HAD to write it.

This was a horrible idea. Truly horrible. It hadn’t even been a half hour into the game before people started getting crazy and clothes were lost. It had started out as a simple sleep over. I just wanted all my friends to be in one place for once without someone trying to rip another’s throat out. My parents had left for the weekend so we were all situated in the living room, Cheryl and I sat in the loveseat, Betty, Veronica, and Archie were on the couch, Jughead was on the recliner (legs crossed and on his laptop), and Kevin was perched on the coffee table between the couch and recliner.

Within ten minutes of the game starting Veronica had dared Betty to keep her shirt off for the rest of the night, Kevin had dared Archie to take his pants off, Cheryl dared me to lose my shirt, Betty (with a face so red you’d think she would’ve passed out) had dared V to ditch her dress, I got Kev to take his shirt off, and Archie got Jug to lose his shirt. Jug had just dared Archie to not be an idiot for the rest of the night, which made everyone laugh. Everyone except Cheryl was somewhat nude and embarrassed.

“Y/N,” Kevin called my name. “Yes,” I answered, staring right at him, trying to be cocky. “Truth… or dare?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. Everyone stared at me as I debated my choices. I decided I didn’t trust that twinkle, and no matter what choice I made I’d be in trouble. “Truth.” I sighed. Kevin’s face almost split in two at my answer, his grin enormous. I tried not to gulp in fear. “I want you to tell everyone here what you really, truly think about them. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘Not good.’ I looked him dead in the eye as I said fine, and re-positioned myself on the couch. I took a deep breath before looking at him and speaking. “You’re first then hun,” I said as a small smile grew on my face.

“Kevin, I love you, and I mean that in the most platonic way possible. You were the first friend I made here, and my best friend, and I’ll never forget the way you introduced yourself,” “Oh god Y/N please no!” Kevin cried, a blush creeping up on his face. “Y/N yes,” I mocked. “It adds to the story. Anyways, we were five, I had just moved to town the day before. I was walking through the park when all of a sudden I see this kid come running towards me at full speed, only to fall flat on his face three feet away,” Everyone started laughing while Kevin’s face grew redder. “Y/N!!!” He wailed. “Hush!” I said, still chuckling. “I ran over to him to help but he just sprung up and grabbed my hand and started shaking it. ‘Hi, my name’s Kevin, what’s your name? Wanna play!?’ I mocked in a little kid’s voice. Kevin hit me with a pillow. “I didn’t sound like that!” “Kevin shut up or she’ll never finish.” Cheryl spoke. “Yeah,” Archie spoke up. “I kinda wanna hear what Y/N has to say about me too some time tonight.”

Kevin made a zipping motion with his hands over his mouth before sitting back down, playfully glaring at me as well. “I told him my name and he said it was very pretty, and then he asked me if I liked boys, girls, or both. I was really confused at the time but Kevin just repeated it and told me he only liked boys ‘There’s a word for that you know, it’s called gay, and that’s what I am, so are you gay too?’ I just shook my head and said I didn’t like anyone.” I gave a light chuckle. “Kev gave me a weird look before he shrugged and said that was fine, and to come to him if anyone was being mean to me about not liking boys or girls. I knew at that moment we were going to be best friends,” Betty and Ronnie “Aww-ed”, Cheryl rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile in them, Archie smiled and Jug gave a smirk. 

“You’ve always been there for me Kev, every time I needed you, and I feel honored every time you come to me because you need someone. You pushed me out of my comfort zone so many times, and for the most part you knew when to back off. You’re so sassy and confident and I’m so jealous you have the confidence to be who you are. You always try to look on the bright side of things and keep everyone in a cheery mood. You’re amazing and wonderful and I never wanna let you go.”

I paused to look at Kevin, his eyes were watering up and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry right then and there. “You mean the goddamn world to me Kev, you’re the twin brother I wish I always had. I’d crawl on broken glass for you. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need someone to vent to, or if you ever need someone to have your back in a fight.” We smirked at each other, my eyes starting to water up as well. “I love you Kevin Keller, with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be damned before I let anyone hurt you.” As soon as I had finished Kevin jumped at me, a couple tears streaming down his face and falling on my shirt as he nearly squeezed the life out of me. I hugged him back immediately and held him just as tightly, a few tears of my own falling as well. “Oh, I love you too Y/N! You’ve always been like a sister to me. I swear you mean the world to me too!” 

He kissed me on the cheek as we pulled away. When I looked around I saw that everyone had gotten misty-eyed, even Jughead, who was trying (and failing) to make it look like he hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. Kevin eventually made his way back to the coffee table, wiping his eyes before looking straight at me. “I swear to god Y/N if the rest of your speeches go anything like this I’m grounding you.” Everyone laughed while I looked around the room, trying to see who I would talk about next.

A.N.: Okay! First part is up! Let me know what you guys think and who Y/N should talk about next *wink* Also if you wanna be tagged that’s more than fine just let me know please!

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Roman Reigns - A Spear To The Heart.

Roman Reigns -  Reader is Roman’s girlfriend and Roman has a match with Kevin Owens and Chris Jericho and she is at ringside. One of JeriKO spears reader to distract Roman and it just angers him so he goes after them. Then Seth comes out to help Roman creating an on the spot tag team match.

- Warnings - None really. Little surprise at the end ;)

Word Count - 2,340 words.

Requested By: @lilred91

Originally posted by leakees

I sat on top of one of the cold, metal crates that lined the gorilla position as Seth and I watched on nervously as Roman battled Chris Jericho in a no disqualification match; with Jericho’s loud-mouthed buddy Kevin Owens at ringside for what he claimed as ‘moral support’. By now everyone knew that was a complete lie and all he was set out to do was distract Roman and once again piss off the WWE universe- something the overly brash Canadian managed to do very well.

It was a little over ten minutes into the match and already there were broken chairs, splintered kendo sticks and even tables scattered across the ring. Fatigue also was clearly setting in on both men as their moves became more tiresome and sluggish as time ticked away. I bit my fingernails seeing Roman in a spot of immense difficulty as Jericho had ‘The Walls Of Jericho’ firmly in place.

Both Seth and I breathed a massive sigh of relief as my boyfriend’s exhausted body scrambled its way to the ropes. We both held our breaths as Roman tugged his frame to be standing setting up for what you could already tell would be a devastating spear. Witnessing his body crash into the already hurt Jericho ultimately caused a small, schoolgirl-like squeal to escape my lips as I then knew this would be it and Roman would finally pick up the win. 

However, those short seconds of elation were quickly cut to an end as that interfering idiot yanked the near enough defenseless body of my boyfriend out of the ring, automatically breaking the count. Romans body tumbled to the concrete as Owens crushed his body into the barricade before I heard the faint shouts of him screaming crude remarks about mine and Roman’s relationship… It was in that exact moment, I snapped.

“Seth, I’m going out there.” I blurted out in a fit of anger, gaining a concerned look from my friend.

Turning towards the curtain, my muscles tensed as my arm was tugged backward from the tight grasp around my wrist. “You can’t, it’s not part of the script.” He mumbled trying to ease your outrage however it was clear to see; once he finished speaking, he knew full well he couldn’t change anything.

“I’m not going to sit back listening to that bastard talk about Roman or me for that matter like that. It’s one thing interfering and costing my man the match but it’s another thing mentioning our private lives to a sold-out arena.” I ripped my arm out of Seth’s grip, immediately sprinting through the black curtain that separated the whole universe from out there from the previously calming backstage environment. My ears seemed to muffle the screams of the crowd as focusing solely on making sure Roman was right on track was the only thing circling my mind. As I reached the bottom of the ramp, I turned the corner sliding to the side of my boyfriend who was lying against the barricade clutching his right arm in discomfort. “Hey, hey, Rome are you alright?” I spoke hastily before nodding at his simple response of ‘yeah’.

Part of me was glad Roman was coping with it, however, a good seventy percent of myself was raring to just go and speak my mind to Owens. Aggravation seemed to consume any happy bone in my body making it borderline impossible for me to just let go of the snarky comments that were made. The on-going roars from the crowd only made my confidence grow stronger as I rose taking a few strong strides to be face-to-face with the man of many words. “You talk big Kevin; truthfully I don’t think you can back up your words very well. Acting all tough guy, interfering every damn match won’t get you very far you know.” I sassed keeping a close eye on Jericho’s actions, knowing just the extent he’ll go to in order to gain an advantage over the distraction.

“I can’t back up my actions huh? What about you, when was the last time you wrestled, not since Charlotte laid waste to you four months ago. You know it’s cute you running to the aid of your boyfriend because he can’t finish the job himself, yeah how about a round of applause for Y/N. How about you run on away with Roman and get married, you’re engaged, right? Oh wait my bad, they were just rumours.” It seemed Kevin made it his mission to get under my skin with every single word said. Above all, he was successful in his endeavors.

Within seconds I ripped the restricting, very executive blazer from my shoulders to be dressed in nothing more than a Roman Reigns shirt and leggings- an outfit that can allow for a war to be finished. “Oh dear Kevin, you’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life. You wouldn’t dare hurt me; I know for sure I don’t have a problem hurting you; I’m pretty sure a certain someone over there doesn’t have a problem giving an extra spear to an extra jackass either.” I rose my voice, causing my head to not only be full of ideas to torment Kevin, but also to pound through the extremity my anger has peaked at.

I guess my comments hit him hard- well he walked away from you so I guess that’s a start. Twisting my body to be facing Roman, my heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I witnessed him struggling to even stand without the aid of the barricade. That in my eyes… the complete definition of hurt. I practically dashed to assist the man I so deeply loved, grabbing his underarms to ease his transition. For a split second, I turned to see Kevin giving what seemed to be ‘tactics’ to Jericho from beyond the ring before I diverted my attention back to the intense stare radiating from Roman’s face. “Okay baby, I know you’re hurting but I also know you can do this. It’s not fair on you, I mean come on it’s basically been 2 against 1. Go on back in that ring and set up for the superman punch, he’s going to try and dodge it so go for the spear.” I whispered, running my fingers through the dampened hair of the Samoan to clear it from his eyes. My hands traced up the herculean arms of him until they reached the back of his neck, whilst Romans held my lower back tugging me into a close hug. 

Despite the fact that blood still boiled within my body, just being this close to Roman made this a moment of clarity. “Alright babe, go do this, for us,” I spoke prior to leaning upwards to place my lips upon his. His lips always felt so good against mine; almost as if they were made for that purpose… truly if he wasn’t my soulmate, I’m not entirely sure I’d know what that word means. 

Releasing from his latch, I rested my chin upon his shoulder for one last moment before he went back into his zone. It would’ve been fine, except hairs stood on my body, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump formed in the back of my throat as I witnessed him- Kevin Owens dashing towards the two of us; his eyes dark with the need for revenge. It was hard to even find the words to say in that very moment, the single word that could escape my lips was, “Roman.” I could’ve said anything but that- that just led to Roman being in a state of confusion. He turned his body ever-so-slightly to face away from me but I knew just was coming and it sure as hell wouldn’t be pretty. I couldn’t bare the thought of Roman being put through any more pain than he already is so my first instinct was to push him away.

As quick as I slapped my hand on Roman’s body, I found myself on the floor holding my stomach as pain I’d never before experienced surged through me like a whirlwind. My limbs trembled, my head pounded and my vision was blurred but still, I could see his dark locks flash in front of my eyes. “Y/N, tell me you’re alright. Why’d you do that? Damn it babygirl, you’re scaring me half to death. Say something.” His words expressed in a panicked flurry as he held your cheeks.

The numbness if my entire body made it a difficult task to move or for that fact, speak. All that seemed capable of doing right now was to cry- I just couldn’t not in front of Roman, it’d panic him too much. “I’m fine. Just go and win this match.” I stuttered but with the sole aim to conceal the fact that I was in complete agony. Propping myself up to be sat so my back rested on the walls surrounding the rings, a sigh of relief rolling off my tongue as I heard the far-too-familiar beats of Seth Rollins’ entrance music. A sign that the match could carry on and you could just go backstage.

My legs seemed un-moveable; almost as if they weren’t even a part of me anymore. I practically had to drag myself up the ramp and through the curtain, before I could relax from the strain I was exhorting on them. That task wasn’t an easy one, especially knowing my past experiences with injuries. 

With a slight limp in my step, I entered back to the gorilla area, my hand literally clawing my stomach as I tried to deal with the intolerable ache. Trying to put on a brave face and pretend it just didn’t exist was arguably the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with, now I just couldn’t do it anymore… My nerves pulsated ten times the speed as normal causing small bumps to form on my body as I bent forwards one hand remaining on the vulnerable area and the other holding me up against one of the many metal crates. A small yet shrill cry left my mouth, echoing around the room and ultimately causing a few heads to face my direction. “Holy, Y/N are you alright, someone go get the medics.” Sasha ran to my side, her hand delicately placed on my shoulder giving some sort of comfort- that didn’t take away any of the pain though. It seemed as though within a split second a medical team were wheeling me off to be ‘examined’ but in reality, it was almost as if time was frozen; as if everything had just been drawn to a halt. Sasha continued to walk by your side until you’d reached the door holding many answers. “Sasha, don’t tell Roman. I’d never hear the end of it if he knew.”

The artificial white walls of the room made it seems so big- made me feel smaller and even more fragile than I already did. All I could do was wait… nothing more until the x-ray and test results came back. A small fraction of my mind still wishes Roman was here but I full well know, he’d be way more afraid than me and totally make the situation worse- well if that’s even possible. “Alright Y/N stay lying down for me, I don’t know how long this’ll take.” One of the medics spoke before the door swung open and a tall, dark figure sprung to your bedside. “Roman -How did you kn-” 

His scruffy beard tickled my cheeks as he ran kisses all over my face before kneeling down in front of me. “Shh, it’s alright, don’t worry about that now. Everything’s going to be fine babygirl, I promise. I just wish you would’ve told me you were in this much pain beforehand. Do they know what’s wrong?” I shook my head at his question- I myself fearing the worst possible outcome. “Ugh, you shouldn’t have pushed me out of the way, I would’ve taken it. Heck- I would take it a million times if it meant I didn’t come even remotely close to losing you.” Just hearing his voice still after a year made butterflies form in my stomach- even if this time they felt like wasps, I still knew that feeling. 

“Miss Y/N?” A tall body entered the room gowned in a pale blue top and trousers. It was visible to see Roman’s features becoming drained of his prior relief, “Is everything okay with her?” He questioned, grabbing my shaking hands in his, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Mr Reigns, we’re just going to need to do an ultrasound scan on her.”

“An ultrasound?” My heartbeat rapidly increased just hearing those words. I jolted my head towards Roman, seeing that his reaction seemed to be an exact mirror of mine. Lone tears began to stream down my cheeks as the gel was applied. I squeezed Roman’s hand a little tighter as he placed a firm kiss on my forehead. 

“Hm, well there was direct impact to the ribs, there’s bound to be some bruising but your baby’s absolutely fine.” Words were immediately caught in the back of my throat, my mouth agape as I heard faint chuckles from Roman.

“Baby? Are you sure?” I rested my head upon Roman’s shoulders, nuzzling it slightly into the crook of his neck.

“Tests suggest that; yes. You’re a lucky woman, and you Sir you are one lucky father.” I let out a small giggle. It all just didn’t seem real to me. Pulling my head away from my man’s body, I was immediately met with his strong, affectionate gaze as he lifted my head up with his thumb. Once again a wide grin was ever present on my face as I caressed his cheeks with both of my thumbs.

“God I love you so much,” Roman exclaimed, leaning in to draw me into a warm embrace. “No more saving me alright babe. And for you little guy…” He cooed, pointing towards the base of my stomach. “You’re more of a superman than me already.”

A/N - Mannnnn I loved this one so much. I enjoyed writing this so so much, ugh!! This was also my first attempt at writing in first person so hopefully it was alright!xo Thank you guys ~ Nikkii

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Anyone else?

Do you out of no where start smiling like a creep because you imagine your otp doing something cute and adorable, that it actually keep a smile on your face for the whole day and won’t go down because your otp is just to damn cute …. Or is it just me?

Opposites attract- Jughead x Reader

Request: “Could you maybe do an imagine where Jughead falls for a really positive, popular, smart girl and because of theirs contrasting personalities they run into conflict before realizing they actually compliment each other perfectly? Thanks so much and I love what you’ve written so far!!”

A/N: I loved this idea! I tried not to make it too similar to what happened with Jughead and Betty but it ended up kinda similar, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jughead and reader are complete opposites which puts strain on their relationship when she invites him to a pep rally.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1'857


Y/N Y/L/N. The golden girl of Riverdale. A straight A student, Rivervixen and friend to all. These were titles you had become accustomed to. You were popular, but not because people feared you like they did Cheryl, or because they idolised you like Veronica. You were popular because you were kind and funny and caring, and because nobody had a bad word to say about you. It was because of this that you were the sweetheart of Riverdale high. Many called you the perfect ‘Girl next door’ which you hated, but unfortunately were used to hearing.

Jughead Jones. The damaged, loner, outsider from the wrong side of the track. An introvert and writer for the Blue and Gold, somewhat obsessed with the murder of the late Jason Blossom, who sat tirelessly in Pop’s diner until the early hours of the morning, working on his novel. And of course, never seen without his signature grey beanie.

Jughead and you were polar opposites, yet there was something about you that drew him in, like a moth to a flame. He admired your goodness and innocence, despite all the secrets and lies Riverdale and everyone in it seemed to hold. He loved the way that you were always able to see the good in anyone and anything, which was something he had never been good at. Never had two people been more unalike, but this didn’t stop him falling for you, hard and fast. You and Jughead had met through mutual friends, and ever since he had been absolutely head over heels for you, and soon found out that you felt exactly the same way. As you had expected, people were absolutely flabbergasted when they found out about your’s and Jughead’s relationship, but you couldn’t care less. You were happy and that was all that mattered.

It was sometimes difficult for you and Jughead to find time to spend with one another. It was always either you tied up with cheerleading practice or school responsibilities, or him working on his novel or investigating Jason Blossom’s murder case. The two of you knew it would be tricky from the very start, but Jughead didn’t realise just how tricky it would be.

“Pop’s tonight?” Jughead asked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you grabbed some books from your locker. “I can’t tonight Juggie I have the pep rally remember. I’m really sorry.” You said, turning around to face him. “Oh yeah, of course.” He replied, sounding somewhat disheartened. “Hey why don’t you come? I’m performing with the Rivervixens, I would love you to watch!” You suggested, giving him a huge grin. Jughead’s face contorted slightly, to show his distaste towards the idea. “I don’t know Y/N, a pep rally isn’t really my scene.” He admitted. You frowned slightly, although you knew school activities were something Jughead wasn’t overly comfortable with, you still wanted him to come and support you. “Please Juggie” you whined “Kevin is watching too, you can go with him, and then we could go to Pop’s afterwards?” A long sigh escaped Jughead’s mouth as he rolled his eyes before allowing a small smirk to creep onto his lips. “Okay fine” he said in defeat “as long as you’re treating.” You smiled that bright smile that Jughead could never resist. “Yay! Thank you Thank you Thank you!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Jughead’s neck and peppering his face with kisses, making him giggle. “Damn it, why can I never say no to you?” He joked.

Kevin and Jughead sat in the bleachers, the rain soaking through their clothes. Jughead appeared very uncomfortable and had to remind himself that he was here for the sake of his girlfriend, as Kevin Keller talked his ear off about how 'dreamy’ Moose looked in his football uniform. You caught sight of Jughead in the crowd as you walked out in your Rivervixen outfit, ready to perform the routine you’d been rehearsing for months now. You flashed him a grin and waved with your pom-pom. He smiled back awkwardly making you chuckle, before you assumed your position to begin. The routine went swimmingly and once it ended you looked over to where you had previously seen your boyfriend. You couldn’t seem to spot him through the crowd, as the Rivervixens had once again evoked a standing ovation. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as your eyes scanned the bleachers for him whilst trying to blink the rain drops from your long lashes. Nope. 'Maybe he’s just gone to the toilet or something’ you thought, but your thoughts were interrupted by your friends; Betty and Veronica. “Well done Y/N you killed it girl, as per usual!” Veronica stated, embracing you tightly. “Thanks V, you too.” You told her, and you were ushered over to sit on the front seat of the bleachers beside her and Betty and the rest of the Vixens.

The game finally came to an end, the Bulldogs taking the lead at the last minute, thanks to none other than your friend; Archie Andrews. Everyone shot out of their seats to congratulate him and the rest of the team on their big win. You on the other hand were still curious to where your boyfriend Jughead could have disappeared to. You tried your hardest to find him, but the now pounding rain and excited crowd made it almost impossible. You spotted a mop of ginger hair in the crowd and made your way over. “Congrats Arch!” You said, throwing your arm around the proud Bulldog. “You haven’t seen Jughead, have you?” You asked, Archie began to shake his head slowly. “Nope, don’t think so, sorry Y/N.” You congratulated him once more before searching the crowd again, looking for Jughead but instead bumping into Kevin. “Y/N you were amazing!” He mused enthusiastically. “Thanks Kev, erm, do you know where Jughead is?” Kevin’s face dropped from his usual smile to a much more serious face, making your heart drop into the bottom of your sneakers. “Just before you finished your routine he just got up and left, without a word. I’m sorry Y/N I tried to stop him!” Kevin told you. A frown found it’s way onto your face, making you feel somewhat hurt that you boyfriend had somewhere more important to be. “Oh ok” you said, your eyes finding the ground. “Well I suppose I better go find him, I’ll see you later Kev.” You said, giving him a half hearted smile and turning to run in the direction of the one place you knew Jughead would be.

You stepped through the heavy metal door, surrounded by bright lights, into the familiar warmth of Pop’s diner. The place had a familiar smell in which you found comfort, and the soft music that played from some invisible speaker was always relaxing. You spotted Pop at the desk and stepped over to him. “Hey Pop, has Jughead been by tonight?” You questioned. He pointed his pen to Jughead’s usual table in the corner where you could just make out a figure leaning against the window. “He’s been here for the last couple of hours. Hasn’t even been writing tonight, just sitting.” You thanked Pop and walked over slowly to see clear as day, Jughead Jones sitting at the table, his beanie-less head resting against the window, a small cup of black coffee on the table in front of him. He must have sensed your presence, or seen you out of the corner of his eye as he turned his head to see you, before turning back to fix his gaze to his coffee cup. You sighed, the concern inside you growing even more. “Jug what’s going on?” You asked him gently, sliding into the booth beside him. He stayed silent for a few seconds and you thought maybe he was giving you the silent treatment, before he mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/N.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” This made him raise his head finally, to look at you again. “Sorry I left” his voice was somewhat raised this time which you had not expected. “I watched you out there and it just made me realise how different we really are. It’s not going to work out and we both know it!” He told you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “W-what?” You muttered. “Come on Y/N. Why are we even trying? You’re the golden girl who everybody loves, who dances at pep rallies and gets straight A’s. I’m the loner with a dead beat dad who came from the wrong side of the track. Who are we trying to kid here? How long can this really last?” You weren’t sure where this outburst came from, but it sounded like something that Jughead had been thinking about for a very long time. “Has it ever occurred to you just how different we really are?” He said, lowering his voice this time, in fear of attracting attention to you both. His words hurt, and you couldn’t pretend otherwise. A single tear slipped down your cheek, and Jughead realised this was the first time he’d ever seen you cry. You’d always been so positive, so happy, and he hated that he’d been the one to hurt you.

You were almost speechless, but managed a small “But I love you Jug.” Your voice sounded so small and so weak as you imagined a life without Jughead in it. The thought was almost unbearable to you. “I don’t care about any of that, I love you.” You said again, and this time your hands made their way to either side of Jughead’s face. His eyes closed and you could see that he too was trying to hold back tears. His hand found its way up to yours, and he let out a shaky breath. “I can’t wake up every morning wondering why you’re with me, or worrying that you’ll leave me one day for a member of the football team. Someone who watches your pep rallies, and takes you to school dances.” He admitted. Your heart suddenly shattered as this boy revealed to you his insecurities and fears. You realised that he hadn’t been saying all this to upset you, but because he was scared of losing you.

“Jughead why can’t you see that none of that matters to me. You’re my boyfriend and I want to be with you!” You told him, and you noticed the smallest smile creep onto his face. You pulled his face closer to yours and pressed your lips to his for a chaste kiss, before placing your forehead against his. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m just scared of losing you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I just got scared you know.” He admitted. You have him a sympathetic look. “I love you Jughead Jones, no difference between us is going to change that.” You buried your head into his shoulder, your hands intertwined beneath the table. “I love you too Y/N, and you know what that say, opposites attract.”

A/N: Don’t forget to send me your requests guys!!

Sami Zayn - We might not be the greatest love but we're pretty good.

Prompt: Could you please do an imagine where you help sami in a match against mike & maria bc they’ve been taunting him about love, so when he wins you kiss him in the ring and he does that smushy giggle. Sorry it’s so long and i know it kinda hasn’t happened but we can dream😂. Thankyouu❤
Requested: by anon
Warnings: None
Words: 1000+

“Y/n. Sami is at the door” Nattie said coming to the locker room. You grinned getting off the ground with only one wing of eyeliner done and headed to the door.

“Why hello Samantha” you grinned at him

“That’s not my name and you know it” Sami rolled his eyes before kissing your head. He looked at you with a straight face “your make up looks horrible”

“So does your face” you shrugged

“You guys are the god damn weirdest couple” Kevin, who was walking past said, shaking his head. You stared Sami down for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles. Sami signature smile spread across his face.

“I win” he said and kissed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck. It had been about a week and a half since you had seen your fiancé, just because of media, different house show schedules and travelling with friends rather than each other. “Match tonight?”

“Sadly no. Just a backstage segment” you shrugged “you?”

“Yeah against Mike again. I already know how it’s gonna go. Just as I’m about to win Maria will get involved” Sami sighed

“Well there is an easy fix to that” you said gesturing to yourself

“Nope. You are not getting involved, you could get hurt”

“You realise that I am a professional wrestler right?” You asked

“You realise the WWE universe don’t know we’re in a relationship, let alone engaged” Sam said

“Maybe it’s time to tell the world” you shrugged Although you and Sami have been together for quite some time, it’s not public knowledge. You were both private people and decided at the start of the relationship to keep it private. 99% of relationships don’t work out and you really didn’t want people getting invested in the relationship if it didn’t work out. 

“Up to you gorgeous” Sami shrugged “You’re still not getting involved, Mike and Maria are unpredictable. Plus it’s my fight, not yours”

“What’s mine is yours”

“Not yet. Still a couple more months” Sami smiled taking your hand and playing with the engagement ring

“And yet when the welcoming committee was attacking me you wanted to get involved” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah yeah” Sami waved you off “I should go get ready, and you need to finish your make up” you rolled your eyes as he changed the subject before going on your toes to kiss him. As you turned to walk back inside the locker room, Sami slapped your butt. “I’ll pick you up here after the show so we can go home” he smiled.

Sami’s music hit and your eyes lit up, it didn’t last long though before Mike and Maria came out holding hands and a microphone. “Sami Sami Sami” Maria said “you are just upset that you will never have a love as great as ours”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love having Maria back but god damn I hate this true love, first lady of WWE crap” Nattie rolled her eyes. 

“My husband and I are the greatest love story to ever come out of wwe” Maria smiled looking into Mike’s eyes.

“Nah I think that’s more Stephanie and Hunter” Charlotte pointed out 

“Me and Sami might not be the greatest but we’re pretty good” you huffed crossing your arms. Maria was making you really defensive of your relationship, you’d never been like this before. You and Sami have always had a laid back, chilled out, good vibes type of relationship. You hardly fought and if you did it wouldn’t last long before one of you caved in and compromised. 

“Mike is the greatest husband in the world and the greatest lover” Maria smirked 

“I don’t know Sami’s beard is pretty great” you smirked suggestively raising your eyebrows, all the girls burst into a fit of giggles.

The match began and Sami and Mike went at it. You couldn’t deny that Mike was a good wrestler but of course, Sami was better. You may be a bit bias. Sami set up for the Helluva Kick but Maria got in the ring, distracting Sami because of course, he would never intentionally hit a woman, so Mike got the upper hand. Sami got his momentum back and went for another Helluva kick and Maria grabbed his foot under the bottom rope. 

“I am so over this” you huffed getting up and heading to gorilla position. Thankfully, Sami hadn’t lost his momentum and was still kicking Mike’s butt. Maria was pretty mad walking around the ring. You watched from gorilla and could tell that Sami wanted to go for another Helluva kick. He moved around the ring trying to keep an eye on Maria as well as Mike. Sami whipped Mike into a corner of the ring, that’s when Maria decided to jump on the apron and began screaming at Sami. 

You decided it was now or never. You ran down the ramp at warp speed, running around the ring to Maria. You grabbed her foot and pulled it out from under her, making her slam her face into the apron. You smirked before looking up at Sami. 

“Sami watch out!” You yelled as Mike charged at Sami. Sami ducked a clothes line before whipping him into a corner of the ring and going straight for the Helluva kick and picking up the victory. You cheered loudly as the ref held his arm in the air. Mike rolled out of the ring as you rolled in. 

“I guess we’re public now?” You grinned wrapping your arms around his torso and scrunched your face. “I forgot how sweating you are” Sami just laughed and kissed your head. 

“I thought I told you not to get involved. You could have gotten hurt” Sami said with a very disapproving look on his face. 

“But I wasn’t. Besides I was just levelling out the playing field” you shrugged Sam leant down planting a very passionate and long kiss on your lips. The crowd went nuts, clearly not expecting this. 

“Definitely public now” Sami grinned as Mike and Maria retreated up the ramp. You held up your hand showing off your ring before kissing Maria a little wave. Boy did she look pissed.

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Could you maybe write a Kevin accidentally meeting Joaquin's closest friends/gang members oneshot? Like would it go well/friendly teasing or more threatening? Thank youuuu

This Is Not How I Imagined It

Or, Kevin meets Joaquin’s ‘family’

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of gangs and mentions of violence

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Note: all of the gang members and Joaquin’s brother are made up by me. These are my characters. All of Joaquin’s family life here is completely headcanon.

Kevin didn’t know when he had become the kind of kid who made out in the back of bars. He used to roll his eyes at the couples that would grope each other during school dances or behind the shelves of Riverdale’s library. Yet, here he was, in the back of a Southside bar, with his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. Speaking of, Kevin swirled his tongue around Joaquin’s, mimicking something far dirtier and prompting the serpent to moan and press their hips together. Kevin smirked, his hands running all over Joaquin’s body before finally resting on his ass and gripping it firmly. Joaquin broke apart, tossing his head back with a moan that rushed straight to Kevin’s pants. Kevin attached his lips to the shorter boy’s neck, sucking and biting.

Suddenly, Kevin felt a short vibration. He ignored it in favor of continuing down Joaquin’s neck. Still, the vibrations persisted, coming from Joaquin’s back pocket, where Kevin’s hand was resting. He still ignored it, but Joaquin broke away, swatting Kevin’s hand and reaching into his pocket. Kevin didn’t get a glimpse at the caller ID before Joaquin hurriedly untangled himself and began to walk away.

“Don’t move a muscle, I will be right back.” He called over his shoulder before answering the call, moving away for some privacy.

Kevin slumped against the wall, annoyed that some stupid phone call was keeping his boyfriend from him. His super hot serpent boyfriend, who he had been very close to taking someplace more private. Kevin sighed, growing colder without the heat of Joaquin’s body shielding him from the draft. It was Kevin’s first time being in this particular bar, but it looked very similar to the other Southside bars Joaquin and he had attended. There were two pool tables down at the end farthest from where Kevin was standing, a rickety bar with even more rickety stools, and, right by the door, a snake slithering around in a large tank. Kevin shivered a little when he looked at the snake, not completely comfortable around the creatures yet.

Kevin was getting impatient. Joaquin had been gone for far too long, and he was slightly concerned about the four young serpents who had been staring at him ever since Joaquin had left. Kevin knew that he looked out of place in his charcoal sweater and blue button up, but he normally didn’t attract much attention from the other serpents. He kept his head down. But these four were staring and whispering and not even attempting to be discrete about it. Kevin swallowed nervously, but smiled at the group anyway, trying not to get beat up. Apparently, Kevin fucked that up because the group of serpents began to walk towards him.

“Hey there, preppy.” The tallest of them started. He was taller than Kevin, something that didn’t happen often, with white-blonde hair, and a scar running from his bottom lip to the edge of his chin. He was clearly the leader of the group. Kevin was immediately wary of the nickname, it was what Joaquin called him; how did this kid know that? Could it be a coincidence? It had to be.

“Um, hello?” Kevin questioned cautiously, “do I know you?” He shuffled back a few inches before his back touched the wall. This time, a small, yet still somehow intimidating, girl with jet black hair spoke.

“Nope.” She grinned. “But, damn. We sure know a lot about you, Kevin.”

Kevin gulped. This definitely was not going to end well. “Actually, I was just leaving. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Kevin made to leave, but was blocked by a short, chubby, ginger boy. In any other setting Kevin would have smiled at a boy who looked like him, winking and hoping to make him blush. But not in this bar. Not when the boy in question looked like he could easily kill Kevin, despite the red locks and rounded cheeks.

“You aren’t going anywhere. We need to talk to you.” He glared at Kevin, the taller boy and small girl following suit. It was only now that Kevin realized that the fourth member of the group hadn’t walked over to him. Behind the three serpents in front of him, a boy, with hair that matched Joaquin’s, but who was quite a bit older, leaned against the wall, talking in the phone in hushed tones. Kevin didn’t have time to give this anymore thought because the three serpents that were paying attention to him, closed in, forming a semicircle around their prey. Kevin stood tall, however, attempting to appear confident.

“Well if you know my name, it’s only fair I know yours.” He stated, and was surprised at how convincing he actually sounded.

“A joker, huh?” The blonde chuckled, but offered an answer. “Name’s Finch. This here is Winston, and the lovely lady is-” He was cut when the shirt girl elbowed him in the gut.

“Keep your comments to yourself Finch.” She spat back. “I’m Millie. Not that it means much to you.” She glared at Kevin, clearly not as impressed by his feigned confidence as Finch had been. Winston was the next to speak.

“Look. You are not part of this world. You aren’t a serpent. You couldn’t even pretend to be one of us.” He scoffed, reaching out and teasing the sleeve of Kevin’s sweater. Kevin resisted the urge to yank his arm away.

“So just keep that in mind.” Finch continued, “We know you think that you understand Joaquin, but you don’t. We are his family.” He paused and Millie picked up where he left off.

“And we are not the kind of family that quickly forgives. Hurt him, and your fate will be worse than that blossom boy’s.” She snarled. Kevin was sure she was going to hit him, or at least shove him a little, but at that moment, the kid from the wall hung up his phone and pushed through the circle, making him eye to eye with Kevin. He brought his hands down on Kevin’s shoulders menacingly.

“Here’s the bottom line, Keller, you hurt my little brother, I hurt you.” Kevin couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him. This was not how he wanted his first impression with Joaquin’s brother to play out. He had been expecting dinner, maybe some light hearted chatter before explaining that he really did like Joaquin and wasn’t planning on screwing that up. Instead, here he was. In the back of some seedy bar, pressed against a wall, just hoping not to get the shit beat out of him.

“Damn it! Sebastian! What did I say about accosting my boyfriend?” Kevin smiled at the familiar voice as Joaquin rounded the corner. “Is this why you called me? To keep me occupied while Finch, Will, and Millie threatened Kev?” He questioned, pushing past the other serpents and grabbing Kevin’s chin, checking his face to make sure there were no bruises. “Are you okay, Kev?”

Kevin smiled and nodded, amused by his boyfriend’s worry. “I’m fine Joaquin. Just a little surprised, that’s all.” He lowered his voice, “This wasn’t really how I imagined meeting your family.”

“Wait. What?” Wilson interrupted, reminding Kevin that the gang members were still standing there.

“Uh, this isn’t how imagined meeting Joaquin’s family would be.” Kevin repeated.

“You imagined meeting his family?” Millie questioned further.

“Well yeah. I mean he’s met my dad. I assumed I’d be meeting his brother soon enough.” Kevin was confused by their reaction. Were they not threatening him a mere minute ago?

“So you guys are like serious?” Finch asked, backing away slightly to give Kevin and Joaquin some room.

“Of course we are, dumbass.” Joaquin interjected. “What? Did you think I was dating the sheriff’s son for shits and giggles?” This prompted laughter from the group, including Sebastian.

“Kevin?” Sebastian inquired.

“Um, yeah?”

“Take good care of my little brother, okay? He deserves to be happy.” As he said this, Sebastian reached over and mused Joaquin’s hair.

“He deserves everything.” Kevin muttered, looking at Joaquin as if he’d hung the moon. Sebastian chuckled, throwing his arm around Finch and leading the group away from the two boys. “You deserve everything.” Kevin repeated, taking Joaquin’s chin in his hands.

 “I have all I could ever want.” Joaquin responded, “I’ve got you.” Joaquin pressed their lips together gently, and Kevin couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.

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Title: Poisoned

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Kevin Keller/Joaquin

Note: I wrote this because I was fed up of expecting this kind of talk on the show. You can also find this on ao3 under  TheKlainer (MoonlightShines)

Joaquin was lying upside down on Kevin’s bed, fiddling with a ruler as Kevin finished up his homework at his desk.

“I need that,” Kevin said playfully, as he rolled towards Joaquin with his office chair and snatched it out of his hand.

Joaquin rolled his eyes, and heaved out a heavy sigh.

“I promise I’m almost done,” Kevin said, “then we can do something fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, you want to watch a movie?”

“I’m here. At your house. In your bedroom. Waiting as you do calculus and trigonometry for an hour, and you want to watch a movie when you’re done?”

Kevin’s cheeks coloured. He hoped Joaquin wouldn’t pick on him for that. Screw him for just wanting to cuddle with his boyfriend for a bit.

Kevin dropped his calculator onto his graph paper. “Babe, we can do whatever you want in five minutes, just let me finish.”

Joaquin rolled off the bed and wrapped his arms around Kevin from behind his chair.

“Your schoolwork can wait, Keller.” He said lowly in his ear,  “I can’t.”

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Originally posted by gotjimin

“We weren’t meant to be. We should have never kissed. I should not have become that weak soul which needs you. We shouldn’t have met, but we did.”

Summary: I call him devil because he makes me want to sin. And every time he knocks… I can’t help but to let him in…

Hoseok was my brother’s best friend. He was nothing but bad news, but the more I spent time around him… the more I couldn’t help but to fall for him…

Temptations is a dangerous thing… especially with a guy like him…

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Friendly Gesture

Elder Kevin Price x Reader
Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: N/A
Warnings: Mentions of STDS
Y/N: Your name
Words: 2914


Christmas in Uganda wasn’t all what you thought it would be. You’d moved to a small village a few months ago, residing in the country. There you worked with the doctor, as a specialist in STDs, and illnesses of the like. In this village in particular, you treated most people for AIDs, which seemed to be widespread here.

The people in the village were quite nice, if a bit blunt at times. You’d made many a friend there. You had to admit that you had been shocked in more ways than one when you’d arrived. The source of most of your shock, coming from the small Mormon missionary which you now stood outside of.

Grappling with your large amount of presents in both hands you stared at the building, bleached white stone, as pristine as it could be in the financial situation it was in. Inside you could hear the excited chatter of the young men inside. For most this would be their first Christmas away from home, and their first without snow. Snow was something which you doubted would ever occur in the sweltering heat of Africa. You shifted the presents awkwardly in your hands, going up the few steps and hovering at the door. You still remembered your reaction to the place. Mormons? In the middle of Africa? You found it quite absurd. Even moreso, the people living in the missionary.

You knocked on the door, shifting your feet and listening in as the bubbling conversation died.
“Who is it?” Called the voice of Elder McKinley, the mission leader.
“It’s Y/N! You know, the doctor? I brought you guys some Christmas presents!” You called. Right after you mentioned your name, you heard a muffled voice call out, and then slow footsteps, followed by a louder voice, louder footsteps and then a thud. This was followed by some worrying yelling from multiple parties.
“Is everything ok in there?” You called out, placing your hand on the doorknob. The response was more muffled yelling, and your concern merely grew. You knew that they could be a little exuberant but this was very… strange.

Confused, you pressed your ear to the door to listen in. You couldn’t identify the voices, but by the pitch you knew it there were two people yelling. Before you could listen in, you heard some more footsteps, a yell and then the door swung open. You jumped back in fright, stuttering a quick greeting to a very rushed looking Elder Cunningham. He was the first person you befriended here, he was sweet and tried genuine, but was a little dishonest at times. Maybe more than a little… more like a lot.

“Y/N! Heyyy!” He greeted you, leaning against the doorway, blocking your view into the missionary. You gave him a look, leaning back a bit.
“Hey Elder Cunningham,” You said a bit apprehensively. “May I come in?” You asked, trying to peek beyond him. He swiftly moved to block you view.
“Uh… no!” He exclaimed, you noticed sweat on his forehead and narrowed your eyes.
“Why not?” Had you the ability to cross your arms you would’ve. Elder Cunningham looked around nervously.
“Be-because we’re… preparing a Mormon Christmas tradition.” You raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” He nodded, smiling nervously.
“Y-Yep it’s the celebration of the birth of Christ but with a Mormon twist!” He exclaimed, you gave him a dubious look.
“What’s the twist?” He was probably lying but you couldn’t being yourself to care, besides you wanted to see where he was going with this. He froze and thought for a second.
“It’s a secret.” He decided on. You deadpanned, giving him an ‘are you shitting me look’.

“Arnold.” You said sternly, and he put a hand on his hip.
“S-seriously it’s like really, super, important so we have to do it a-and I can’t talk about because… I-I can’t! So we can’t be interrupted so you should leave now and come back in twenty minutes to half an hour when Elder Price is ready!” He rambled, loudly. You felt your heart flutter a bit.
“I didn’t say anything about Elder Price.” You said, trying to seem nonchalant at the mention of his name. You would be lying if you didn’t say you had a soft spot for him. Arnold smirked.
“Yeah but you were thinking about him.” He gave you an awkward shoulder shove, before returning to his previous position.
“Was not.” You said quickly, avoiding his gaze.
“Was so!” He laughed gleefully as you glared.
“Would you stop trying to change the subject!” You snapped, trying again to peek past him, but to no avail.

“Do you like him?” He asked, blocking your view once again. You sighed and gritted your teeth.
“I do not. Like Elder Price.” You seethed. Did he have to be this nosy? You blew a piece of hair out of your face. Then again, Arnold wasn’t exactly the most socially aware.
“Oh yeah, well then why does he have two presents.” You shifted the gifts in your arms, blushing.
“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, matter of factly.
“Yes you do! I can see them! To: Elder Price. To:…” He gasped and you groaned. “Kevin! Using first names…” He trailed off with a smile.
“I use your first name sometimes! Would you let me through the damn door!” You exclaimed, moving to push him aside.  You were more than strong enough to shove him aside, that you were sure of.
“No! I-I can’t let you in!” Elder Cunningham panicked, grabbing the doorframe. Another voice, one you recognized as Elder Thomas called to the two of you.
“We’re ready!” He called, and Elder Cunningham stepped aside.
“I can let you in.” You deadpanned and stared at him with pure murder in your eyes.
“You’ve got to be fuc-”
“Language!” Scolded Elder Mckinley and you heaved a sigh, walking inside.

The first thing you noticed about the missionary was its decorations. A single strand of fairy lights hung above the doorway to their rooms, blinking feebly. Cheap tinsel hung over the couch and mission board, and what you guessed was supposed to be a Christmas tree was in reality a tree branch stuck in a pot. You couldn’t help but smile at the effort that had been put in.
“So this Mormon Christmas tradition is..?” You asked Elder Cunningham, who fidgeted nervously.
“I lied.” He blurted out, and you gave him a tired smile.
“Yeah. I know.” You smiled, turning to Elder Mckinley.
“Merry Christmas Elder Mckinley, Shall I put these under the tree?” You asked him, and he nodded.
“Merry Christmas! And, yes please, and thank you! I’m sorry to say we didn’t get you anything…” He trailed off sheepishly. You shrugged it off, it wasn’t too big of a deal.
“It’s fine. Honestly.” You smiled, walking towards the tree and greeting Elder Neely and Elder Zelder. You placed all but one presents under the tree, which you hid your pocket. You heard the door to the bedrooms open and turned your head, feeling your heart stop in your chest. Elder Price walked in, looking better than you had ever seen him. Sure, he was wearing his normal mission clothes which all the Elders wore, but his hair looked freshly gelled and his skin was clear and clean. You felt your cheeks heat up and nodded to him.

“Hey, Elder Price.” You smiled,  standing up and sliding your hands in your pockets, taking on what you hoped was a cool pose. He smiled back.
“Hello, Y/N! Merry Christmas!” He waved, gaze turning to the presents. His eyes widened slightly.
“Are those for us?” He asked, turning his gaze back to you, a smile on his face. You felt your mouth go dry and simply nodded. His smile grew into a grin and you felt weak at the knees. Did he have to be so pretty?
“Can we open them now?” He asked eagerly, eyes lit up. You tried to find the words to say.
“W-well… Elder Mckinley wo-” You started, but he was already gone, on his way over to talk to Mckinley without another word, or so much of a thank you or goodbye. You sighed, slumping down on the couch inbetween Elder Church and Nabalungi, watching Elder Price go with a pit in your stomach. Naba looked between you and Elder Price, tilting her head.

“Y/N.” Elder Church said. You didn’t turn your head but acknowledged him.
“Yeah?” You felt him shift.
“I don’t see how you like him, when he’s kind of an-”
“Asshole?” You finished for him, placing you chin on your hand.
“I wouldn’t’ve put it that way but… yeah.” He said, following your gaze. You bit your lip and shrugged.
“You like Elder Price?” Asked Naba, who sounded very surprised. You nodded reluctantly. If Elder Cunningham figured it put you doubted it would be long until the others did, so you might as well own up to it yourself.
“Yeah. Yeah I do.” You sighed gently.
“But… Elder Price is in love with himself, is he not?” She asked you, confused. Had you a drink you would have spat it out.

“Y-you’re not w-wrong.” You laughed, feeling a little better.
“And to answer your question, I don’t know why I like him. I guess… he’s very passionate, and bright. I can’t help but smile around someone who acts so optimistic, even when we’re in a place like this. He’s a good person. Even if he can be a bit… arrogant at times.” You sighed, watching as Elder Price talked to Elder Mckinley animatedly, waving around his hands.
“He’s also really pretty.” You mumbled through your hand, not taking your eyes off of him. You heard Elder Church erupt into laughter and turned your head with a grin, joining him.
“You said that with such conviction…” He snorted, and you gave him a gentle shove.
“Shut up.” You turned back to see Elder Mckinley walking to the center of the room, rubbing his hands together. Behind him was Elder Price, who’s eyes were, instead of on Mckinley or the presents, on you and Elder Church. He noticed you staring back at him and smiled, but it looked tight and forced.

“O-K Everyone! Y/N here was kind enough to get presents for us to open, so, I don’t see any reason not to open them up now!” He beamed as everyone gathered around the tree. You walked over and began to hand the multicolored parcels out, anxiety in your chest.
“Here you are Naba, that’s for you! And Elder Cunningham, and Elder Zelder…” You noticed Elder Price try to push to the front, much to the annoyance of the other Elders. When he finally reached you, he beamed, holding out his hands excitedly. You felt your heart ache at the smile and handed it to him wordlessly, and without a smile, turning away just in time to miss the smile on his face falter.

“Is this what I think it is?” Asked Elder Thomas, as he lifted up a jumper, similar to what everyone else was opening.
“Yeah, it’s a Christmas sweater! I knitted you all one.” You smiled and sat back on the couch as everyone looked at you dubiously.
“Were in Uganda…” Elder Church trailed off. You opened your mouth to explain.
“They’re not for here, they’re for when you go home. Back to Utah, or wherever you will go. You guys have been really sweet to me since I’ve been here, and I wanted to give you something to remember me by.” You rambled, rubbing your neck and avoiding their gazes by looking at the floor. The room was silent until you felt a weight drop beside you and a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders in a bone breaking hug.
“That’s so nice!” Chirped Elder Cunningham, and you looked up to see all the Elders nodding in agreement. Elder Thomas was trying to put his on, and Elder McKinley was desperately trying to stop him.

“This is fantastic! How did you know our measurements?” Said a voice, and you looked to see Elder Price sitting on the floor, admiring his present. You flushed and looked away, making yourself look busy by hugging Elder Cunningham who was still clinging to you awkwardly.
“I’m your doctor. I need to know so I know how much medicine I prescribe to you.” You shrugged as best you could with Arnold’s vice like grip, eventually shaking him off.
“Arnold you’re gonna suffocate me! Go kiss your girlfriend!” You exclaimed, pushing him off. He huffed.
“She’s not my girlfriend…” He mumbled as you pushed him towards Naba.
“Yeah, yeah. Go kiss your not girlfriend!” You laughed, shoving him off the couch.
“You’re on first name basis with Elder Cunningham?” You turned back to Elder Price, a frown on his face.
“Sometimes. Only when I’m teasing him or trying to get him to listen to me.” You told him with a small smile. He nodded, but you could tell something was on his mind.
“Elder Price, are you alright?” You asked, lowering your voice. He bit his lip, and then stood. You looked at him curiously, wondering if you’d said something wrong. He glanced at the space on the couch, looking hesitant before sitting down beside you, straightening his back awkwardly.
“Y-you can call me Kevin. If you want.” He said, clearing his throat. You felt your heart race and your eyes widened a bit.
“O-ok.” You mumbled, hand moving to you pocket where the previously forgotten present sat. You looked around, noticing everyone was preoccupied. You two were alone, now was your chance.

“I have-”
“Do you-” The two of you stopped, blushing.
“You first.” He said with a wave of his hand, you shook your head and motioned for him to continue.
“N-no you. I insist.” You said with a small smile.
“Y/N…” He began, eyes flickering around the room, the noise beginning to rise with laughter and bickering.
“Can we go somewhere private?” He asked nervously. Your heart stopped in your chest and you froze up.
“S-sure!” You said, standing up and walking to the front door. Once the two of you were outside, you noticed he was more relaxed. Still pretty stiff but noticably less nervous.
“So, what’s up?” You asked him, leaning against the outside of the building, arms crossed. He avoided your gaze, fiddling with a button on his shirt. He was usually so confident, something was very wrong.

“Y/N, do you… not like me?” The question caught you off guard, as did his tone. Insecure, very unlike him. You shook your head vigorously.
“Wh- No! Of course I like you, what on earth has given you that idea?” You said incredulously.
“Well, before, you ignored me a few times, and tried not to talk to me. And I saw you laughing at me with Elder Church. And I know a lot of people think I’m arrogant…” He said, looking like a kicked puppy. Your gaze softened and guilt weighed in your stomach.
“No, I don’t dislike you at all. Look, i’ll admit, you can be a bit arrogant-” He winced.
“But that’s only sometimes. I think you’re a really positive person. I admire you. It takes a lot of confidence to move halfway across the world to somewhere you’d never even heard of.” You smiled, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the present. He looked at you curiously and you raised a finger to your lips.

“Don’t tell the others I got you this, ok? I’ll never hear the end of it.” You joked, handing it to him. He held the small gift in his hands, frowning.
“It’s mine?” You nodded.
“It’s heavy.” He commented, beginning to unwrap it, you rolled your eyes.
“I’m aware.” As he pulled off the wrapping paper his eyes widened.
“Tada!” You said awkwardly, both your eyes drawn to the small snowglobe in his hands.
“This is…”
“Orlando, Disneword! Some family members of mine went there, and I remembered how much you talk about Orlando so I asked them to send me something. Is it ok?” You asked, watching his expression nervously.
“I-I love it! I don’t understand why you…” He gazed at you in awe, your stomach exploding into butterflies.
“I-I like seeing you happy… I know it’s against the rules for you to date someone during your mission, and I know I’m not Mormon so think of it as a… friendly gesture.” You mumbled, as his eyes went even wider, a blush crossing his face.

“Y-you know I do have something for you, Christmas, before I was too afraid to give it to you. But now…” His voice was a bit shaky, and he placed the snowglobe down.
“Really? What is it?” You asked, as he took a step forward. Cautiously, his hand went to your cheek, his face flared red, his eyes flickered down to your lips. You felt your heart stop in your chest as he leaned forward, closing the gap and kissing you on the lips. Actually kissing you on the lips. It took you a few seconds to comprehend what was happening, but once you did, your hands went to his hips, eyes fluttering shut. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before you two parted, Elder Price’s breath was shallow, and you leaned in, resting your forehead on his.
“Kevin…” You mumbled, hearing his breath hitch. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek.
“F-friendly gesture.” He stuttered out with a faint smile. You giggled and kissed his nose.
“Friendly gesture…” You mumbled, both leaning in to kiss again.


Ayyy just here to say happy New Year and here’s to 2017 being hopefully not shite! Also Nic Rouleau is hella cute!!! Thanks for reading!!!

I Hate That I Want You

Pairing: Chris Jericho x Reader


Originally posted by that-lolachick

You and Seth had remained backstage, watching Kevin Owens talk his usual crap with Chris Jericho at his side. You watched Jericho for a moment. There were moments when you hated him…absolutely hated him. But there were moments in your mind where you questioned why…because there were times when you found yourself wanting to kiss his stupid face.

Ugh…Chris freaking Jericho has got you all over the damn walls. You wanted to kiss him but yet you wanted to punch him. You thought he was funny but you also thought he was so annoying. You thought he was adorable but you also thought he was ugly as crap.

Why in the holy hell was your mind so contradicting itself? You just…UGH!!! Chris Jericho is the worst!

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Dating Sami Zayn would include... (Extended version)

I made this because Sami is the cutest ray of sunshine ever and I love him, though i wasn’t expecting it to turn out so long. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

If you're taking requests how about a Kevin/Joaquin where they're having dinner with Joaquins brother (I love the thought of Joaquin having someone to look up to and a protecter and your headcanons are amazing tbh 💜) and just like kinda fluffy and sweet and it shows that Joaquin does have a life outside of the serpents? If that makes sense, tysm omg I love your fics 💓

This Must Be How It Feels (To Have A Home)

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluffy as fuck

Warnings: swearing, implied parental death, wrestling

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Note: I seem to be writing a lot of Sebastian nowadays, but you guys keep requesting it. If you haven’t read my other fics, Sebastian is Joaquin’s older brother and caretaker.

The title comes from Starkid’s To Have A Home, which is also the song that inspired this

It wasn’t often that Joaquin thought that of small trailer he had spent most of his childhood in as a home. Most of the time it was just a roof over his head, just a place where he slept, protection from wind and rain, with absolutely no emotional value. However on a few, miraculous occasions, the trailer transformed into a place of comfort, a refuge, a home. Lying on the couch with his head in Kevin’s lap and Kevin’s fingers deftly braiding his hair, Joaquin felt like this was one of those miraculous moments. Sebastian was out, picking up a pizza and a two liter for dinner, so Joaquin and Kevin had the house to themselves. Joaquin was laughing, but Kevin kept hitting him, trying to get him to stop.

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God Gets What God Wants

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 2045

Pairing: KevinxReader

Summary: Based on a request from this lovely person @fangirl-faye : The reader really likes Kevin but she is more on the road then the boys so she and Kevin talk barely, write more. And they send each other hearts and kiss emojis and stuff like that. And one day when he is kind of down/exhausted from working on the tablet, she tells him that he is lovely and loveable and she would date him and he says that back but they both think it’s just platonic what they have and so no one makes a move. Then he dies. Then chuck brings him back instead of sending him to heaven. Then it continues, just that she is in the bunker more often Till Chuck is tired of them and says that it took him so long to make them perfect for each other and he doesn’t want his work to be for nothing?

A/N: AU where everyone knows Chuck is God and he’s still hanging around amongst humans.

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  1. “You told him your name is Elizabeth?”
    “I panicked! And I was thinking about the Queen!”
  2. “So now you’re hiding in Boston?”
    “Hiding isn’t a good word”
  3. “What do you want?”
    “You to stop crying on my water paint.”
  4. “You need to kickback and relax”
    “If by ‘kickback’ you mean actually kick you in the back and then relax”
  5. Only thing I remember is drinking a whole bottle some very expensive wine by myself and then kicking a waiter to the nose.
  6. Potato stings like a bitch when thrown at you
  7. “Who did you get him to stop fighting?”
    “I told him that if he gets sucker punched one more time to face the nose bone might impale his brain.”
    “His eight! You can’t tell him things like that, now his gonna have nightmares”
  8. Just knock on the door and let the vodka lead the way
  9. He only wanted to spent a day with you, not murder you.
  10. Stupid and cute usually co-exit with her
  11. Oh, God. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
  12. She gave a weak smile but he knew she was trying her best
  13.  “Who the hell brought a fire thrower?!”
    “The girl.”
  14. I tried to shoot him to the spine. 
  15. Can Amish be a psychopath? 
  16. I’m gonna go now, because you’re gonna be slightly mad after you finish that call. 
  17. We have to get him off the streets before the gangs catch a wind of his where abouts. 
  18. Gracias tio, I’ll call you tomorrow. 
  19. Thanks Luie, call me if you need help tomorrow
  20. If you were such a good mother, why did he spent so many years recovering from his childhood?
  21. “Where you going?”
    “Liquor store’s don’t deliver.”
  22. I’m good. I’m so good. I didn’t break anything. That’s not true and you know it. They just see your old man in you, and that scares the hell out of them.
  23. I’ve been lying for so long. I’ve told so many lies that I forgot what was true and what isn’t. But I guess that’s my problem in the end. 
  24. “We have bigger problems right now!”
    “Bigger than nuclear weapon?!”
    “We have a guy with a codes who can activate that weapon.”
  25. Keep the fight off the stage!
  26. “You stuffed a tiny top hat in his mouth? What’s wrong with you?”
    “He was already dead when I did it.“
  27. “If anybody is going to pull this out it’s her. Trust her.”
    “I cannot trust someone who is currently trying to steal the biggest fucking diamond in the world!”
  28. “What are you doing?”
    “That’s not food.”
  29. “I got 8.”
    “You got 8 euros?”
    “8 grand.”
  30. “Why the fuck are you looking at me?”
    “You’re the only one who can beat his ass.”
  31. “I said basic distraction!”
    “Bomb is a basic distraction!”
  32. Don’t break your fucking back or anything!
  33. Don’t the money to the man who only buys cereal and rum.
  34. I will smack your face against that damn wall
  35. Then kill me, pretty boy. I’m ready. Do it quick.
  36. “I need to take a piss.”
    “For fuck’s sake!”
    “We are not stopping!”
    “If you don’t pull over I will pee right here.”
    “And, we are stopping.
  37. When he woke up again, his hair was dyed purple and one of his eyebrows were missing 
  38. “Kevin, you promised not to do this.”
    “It ain’t my fault that someone left their car unlocked”
  39. The little girl showed to the her mother’s funeral with a newspaper clipping taped to her forehead, yeah I don’t think she needs help.
  40. “You’re late.”
    “Yeah, time tends to fly when you’re dying on a black alley.”
  41. She won’t go down quietly, so just aim for the head
  42. “I can hear her coming towards here.”
    “How do you even know it’s her?”
    “Who the hell it would be other than her?”
  43. Why’s my papers ripped up and across the floor?
  44. You need new glasses. Duct tape won’t held them together forever.
  45. Why do you keep crumpling dollar bills? And why the hell are you even here?
  46. “Why did you bring me here?”
    “Well.. for one James has been on the other side of the lake trying to set up your surprise, and for second.. well, the fireworks weren’t suppose to go off yet, but.. I love you, and happy birthday.”
  47. “She hit me!”
    “Be happy that she didn’t have her rings on.”
  48. She was the one who stayed when everyone else left.
  49. Okay, my motto for sketchy places is ‘if you can only access from the alleyway, don’t fucking go there’.
  50. How bad do you think this will be?
  51. He filled a broken vase with a wine, and now carried it around to find the bride.
  52. She and her group of asshole crashed the wedding party
  53. “You’re like a shiny baby”
    “What does that even mean?”
    “I don’t know!”
  54. “Whatca doing?”
    “Burning her stupid face from all the pictures you have.”
    “You can do that to your own pictures, but these are mine and Remy’s still my friend.”
  55. Don’t move so I won’t blind you
  56. “What’s she doing here?”
    “Don’t worry, she will just stay in the corner, sipping jagermaster. Fair warning though, if your men attack me, she will slash your fucking cut open.”
  57. “You took a cab?”
    “For a block or so, but then the driver kicked me out.” 
  58. “Why does she do this?”
    “She doesn’t have nothing to lose.” 
  59. “You still have his number?! I thought you deleted it!”
    “I did. But won’t help much when I have his number memorized.”
  60. Let me near him and I might just rip his eyes out
  61. At this point, running from him seemed more dangerous than facing him
  62. “Who did you learn to fight?”
  63. Ideal situation would be if Nikita and Paul wouldn’t see sight of me during my ‘quick’ visit.
  64. Look I only know how to break it, fixing isn’t my thing
  65. “Can I get a beer, please?”
    “Just a general beer? Maybe you should specify a little?”
  66. I want to protect you as long as I can
  67. “I’m the most non-violent person!”
    “You stabbed me to neck when we were eight!”
  68. Last time I was forced to go to wedding, I was sitting half of the time on edge of a high raise building, trying to decide if I would jump or not.
  69. I just really like to wear clean clothing
  70. See ya later, fuck knuckle

I’m gonna post something tomorrow. Thank you for everything you people