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A New Beginning

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 908

Warnings: comfort, slight angst, fluff

A/N: This was requested by @nobodys-baby-now! I wanted to get this out ASAP, just in case you wanted to come back to it. Also so that you could come back to this as much as you needed to! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You set your bags down on the library table, letting out a long breath.  After getting kicked out of your own home, it was a relief that the Winchesters offered to have you stay with them.  You knew it wouldn’t be easy at first, but this was better than your other options.  

“Thanks again for letting me stay with you guys,” you said, turning around to face the Winchesters.  “I promise I’ll try not to get in your way.”

“You’ll be fine [Y/N],” Sam assured you, offering you a warm smile.  “It’ll be nice having you here.  Maybe I should-.”

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite stooges,” Gabriel mused as he strolled into the library, holding his arms out to the side.  His eyes quickly found you, a person he had never seen before.  “And who is this?”  Gabriel approached you, looking you up and down.

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Imagine skipping class with Chris.

A/N: Here’s Part 3. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2) I hope you enjoy it, ‘cause I am. I like that it’s not as easy as the other love stories, it’s nice to see them really work for what they want. Anyhoo, I’ll leave you to read. X

Chris paced the pavement outside your apartment building, fingers playing with the hairs on his face. He was waiting to catch you before you headed to UCLA for your Tuesday morning class. The class that you’d told him numerous times was your least favorite and least important with your least favorite lecturer, hence why he was waiting outside your door; he had hope he could be a bad influence and steal you away for the day.

Since meeting at the airport a few weeks ago, you’d been inseparable. It was insane, but you could now safely say you were friends with Chris Evans. The same Chris Evans you’d been a fan of for years, and also the same Chris Evans who was a fan of your work. You still couldn’t believe it when he told you he’d read all your stories- that he was an avid fan of your mini-series. You thought you’d died in a plane crash on your way over to Sydney where you were catching a flight back to Los Angeles, and that all of it was part of your afterlife. But no, you were still alive and you were friends with your celebrity crush who had planned an amazing day for you.

His plans started with breakfast because he knew you more often than not skipped breakfast, then he was taking you to Marvel Studios in Burbank to meet some of the people in the industry. His grand finale had him pulling some crazy strings; he still couldn’t believe he was going to be able to take you inside the Dolby Theatre- where he knew your incredible talent would take you one day- and have dinner on the stage itself. He didn’t realize that in doing all of it, he was basically doing what he promised he wouldn’t do until he answered the question he’d been losing sleep over- “am I in-love with her, or the idea of her?”- and that was to take you out on a date.

But the thing he didn’t see was that if he was in-love with just the idea of you- the image he’d conjured from the words you’d written, he would’ve just taken you out already. He wasn’t just being your friend to start with because he was confused, he was doing it to show you that he respected and cared about you. Yes, your second person protagonist was wonderful and he wished he had that life, but that wasn’t real and you were. You were real and as wonderful and right in front of him; he wasn’t going to do anything to risk losing you. If he had to take it incredibly slow to achieve the life you clearly both craved, so be it.

“As I live and breathe,” Chris heard your voice and a smile immediately formed on his lips. “Chris Evans.” He looked up and saw you exit, smiling as you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked down the steps to meet him. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well…” He began, taking your backpack from you to help with the load; you smiled at the gesture as you took the arm he was holding out for you. “I was just wondering if you’d let me be a bad influence and steal you away for the day.” He said as the two of you started walking towards the direction of your university.

“Mm…” You wiggled your mouth from left to right, pondering. Your attendance was- as they say- on point, so you could afford to skip one day without any negative repercussions. “Depends,” you quipped with a smirk and he bit back his smile to hide his growing excitement. “What’s the offer?”

“I can’t tell you just yet,” he winked and you rolled your eyes. “But I can assure you that it’s better than anything Professor Killian can offer you.” You laughed and he nudged you playfully, “c'mon. You’re the perfect student, you can afford to miss one day. The most you’ll get is a light slap on the wrist, a 'I’m not angry, just disappointed’ speech.”

“That is a terrible speech to get.”

“True, but I promise it’ll be worth your time.”

“Is it worth missing my chance at education though?”

“Oh, definitely,” he nodded with a serious look that made you laugh. The second you started laughing, his lost his composure and a wide smile spread across his face. “It’s a boring and uninspiring class, Y/N. I think you’re much better off spending the day with a guy who’s been in the industry for decades now.”

“Wow, decades. That’s amazing, Chris,” you said and he nodded, a little to smugly. “But do you want to know what’s even more amazing?” You tried not to laugh as you proceeded to tease, “that I’m friends with a man sixteen years older than me.” You quipped then laughed when he shot you a deadpan look, even though he was trying very hard not to smile.

“Ha ha,” he bit playfully and you giggled. “Are you going to let me take you for the day or what?” You shrugged, smirking, but of course you were; you would never give up a chance to spend time with him. “I know you don’t want to miss out on school, but our trip is going to be somewhat educational. So…” He trailed off, smiling.

“Somewhat educational, you say? Oh, well- how could I refuse?” You dramatically responded in a almost south western accent; he nodded in response, chuckling at your overacting. “It sounds like you’ve got an actually educational event beat.” Your normal accent returned as you continued to tease him. “I guess I’m all yours, Evans.”

Chris felt his heart flutter at that statement, which was something he’d only read himself do in your stories. He realized that the more time he spent with you, the more he felt like he was living in one of your perfect worlds where nothing would ever go wrong. He looked over at you as you allowed your attention to drift from him to a woman walking her Labrador, and smiled when he saw you smile. Was he in-love with you, or was he just here for the perfect experience? You were a writer and he read your works; both of you knew what the other expected. So what if all of this was just another story? What if things between the two of you weren’t real? He didn’t want to jump into things too soon, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you or get hurt himself. Things were still foggy, everything was still so new. He needed more time to figure out if what he was feeling- what you were feeling- was genuine and not based off a fantasy.

“Just out of curiosity,” you began and Chris fell out of his thoughts, “are we going to walk to wherever you’re planning to take me? 'Cause um-” you glanced over you shoulder and he followed suit, “your car is back there.”

“We’re coming back to get it, we’re just going to get some breakfast first seeing as you skipped yours this morning?” He raised a brow and waited for your confirmation; you nodded, chuckling. “I just know you too well, Y/N. You should really stop giving out personal details in your stories, there are repercussions to telling the internet things.”

“Yes, but not all repercussions are negative. I mean-” you poked his arm and smiled, “I wouldn’t be here with you right now if I didn’t write the way I wrote.” He chuckled then nodded in agreement. “And that breakfast thing you found out after being friends with me, my protagonist always eats breakfast.” He rolled his eyes as a response. “And I don’t skip breakfast on purpose, it’s actually my favorite meal of the day. I just-”

“Like sleep more,” he finished for you and you scoffed in amazement. “I told you,” he winked and you chewed the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling too widely, “I just know you too well. I mean- we have lived a thousand lives together, it’d be embarrassing if I got details about you wrong.”

“Very much so,” you quipped, blushing.

Even though things with Chris were more comfortable now, you still had moments where you had to just breathe. You were a fan of his, after all. He was your celebrity crush and there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t be. Friends or not, you still got overwhelmed by him. The way he talked, the way he smiled, his laughter- everything got to you if you didn’t take a step back from yourself. You knew it was wrong and that it probably wouldn’t happen, but you were still holding out for a relationship with him. The only thing that prevented you from showing that side of yourself was fear; fear of so many things.

What if he was only here because he was trying to see if you matched the character he loved so much? What if you were just something to take his mind off his breakup with Jenny Slate? What if you got together and you weren’t good enough for him? What if his mother hated you and he broke up with you because he was so close to his mother? You were turning twenty, he was turning thirty-six; he had his whole life figured out and you were still sorting through things; he was Chris Evans and you were just Y/N Y/L/N. Everything about the two of you didn’t make any sense; the only thing connecting the two of you was your stories. So what was going to happen when that excitement became obsolete? What was going to happen when he realized you were just a girl?

“Pancakes or waffles?” Chris’ voice brought you back to reality. “Wait, don’t answer that,” he held a finger up at you before you could answer him; you chuckled softly. “I should know this, I mean- what did Chris cook for Y/N whenever they had breakfast together?”

“Pancakes,” you both answered in unison then laughed. “You know what, Christopher Evans. I think it’s time you tell me more about yourself.” You said and he raised a brow with a cute smirk on his lips. “Every detail in my story about me is true, I’ve just been guessing with you. So right now, you know more about me than I know about you, and that’s not very fair, is it?”

“No it’s not,” he smiled, his hidden feelings for you surfaced slightly and you blushed at the look of love in his eyes. “Okay then, Y/N.” He caught himself and blinked, smiling like a friend would instead of a lover. “What would you like to know?”

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Part 3B

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

Word Count – 2,118

Warnings – None

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am! Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You deserve it.”

-The Night-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you Chris. That means a lot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in!” It was Chris

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s fine if Chris can join”

“Of course!”

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

“What’s the smirk for?”

“I’m just so happy for you.”

-

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

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

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

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

“Well congratulations Y/R/N.”

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

This was a night you’d remember forever.

BAD TEMPER IX + MASTERLIST + AO3


A/N: Bad news, I start fall semester next week and wont be updating as frequently…good news, shits about to go down and I’m pretty excited as to where this story line is going! Also, I am still taking songs for the bad temper playlist so send me your recs! Enjoy!

Word Count: 6K+

Warning: Profanity + reader being a binch


When you had asked when, you did not expect them to say ‘now’ the second you had questioned, and you definitely did not expect yourself to be racing with Rey already. Being nervous was an understatement, you were racing against a Force user who had it natural in them to fly all sorts of spacecraft without an issue whereas for you, you had to learn through Poe’s tips. But things took a good turn for you, as if luck was by your side and the stars were in your favor–you were actually beating Rey.

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Hello Everyone! I’m Aja and this is my first follow forever! I reached one of my follower goals and I’m so overjoyed that so many amazing people have found my shitty blog worth enough to be followed. ❤ I wanna say a few thing before I get to all blogs…

To my followers: Thank you for putting up with my constant url changes, rants, crummy edits, etc. I wish i was much better with my words so i could properly express how grateful I am and how much i appreciate you guys. <3 Seeing you guys enjoy the things I blog makes me so incredibly happy, and I hope the things  I reblog make you just as happy as they make me. If you ever wanna chat just throw something in my ask box, I promise i’m all kinds of friendly!

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To my friends: Thank you for putting up with me, thank you for being so lovely and amazing to me, thank you for being there for me, basically thank you for everything. I love you all with my every single bit of my heart and I know that I don’t express this enough, but you all mean the world to me. You all have done so much for me without knowing it and for that I am forever grateful to have met you. There is no way I could ever repay you all for the love and kindness you’ve all shown me, but damn it i’ll try. Please don’t forget that i’m always here for you no matter what.  ❤️

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flash ladies week
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I’ve officially reached another huge milestone. 1k?? 1K?! Holy Harley Quinn Batman. You guys are the sweetest, cutest, most amazing followers ever. I don’t think I’ll ever be used to the fact that so many of you took the time out of your day and thought that my blog was worth following but I adore every single one of you guys to the moon and back. I wish I could be a more attentive fic writer for all of you guys because you beautiful nuggets deserve the world in the form of your otps getting together, so I promise to jump back in once this horrendous writer’s block goes away.

Until then, I compiled a huge huge huge list of you beautiful lovelies. If I forgot anyone, I sincerely apologize and just know that each of you holds a special place in my cold, black heart. Mutuals are in italics.

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