#and I thought yeah why not let Finlay do that

[adriswrld]

Jealousy » Will Ospreay ⁰²

plot: reader gets into an argument backstage at wrestlekingdom with will and the next night he gets protective when david finlay attempts to flirt with her

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: kenny's adopted sister reader x will ospreay/ reader x slight david finlay/ and jay white

warnings: slightly hints at smut! violence, blood, angst, alcohol usage

a/n: part two! next part is the last part, it ends at forbidden door. jay white is not married in here btw.

italics r once again representing japanese bc im too lazy to actually type in translations

A heavy puff of air escaped Y/N's lips as she plopped down on her bed, she was absolutely breathless. "That was good, like surprisingly perfect" she mumbled. Jay smiled as he laid back down next to her, pulling Y/N's body closer to his. "Why the sudden interest in me anyways? I mean yeah, we stayed friends after you rejected me but it's still a little odd," Jay said as Y/N tugged the covers over them, regretting to turn on the AC.

"First off, I apologized a million times about that, you gotta let that go. Second all, can't a girl just call up a guy to have sex without making it a big deal?" Y/N glanced up at him and he surprisingly nodded in agreement with her. "I suppose you make a good point. And it was very worth it. You're very good at it by the way," Jay complimented, rubbing her back.

"Why thank you," Y/N smiled. As Jay leaned down to kiss her, he paused hearing the doorbell ring, "You expecting someone?" He asked. Y/N furrowed her brows in thought, then came to the realization of who it probably was. "Okay, either it's Mercedes, or there's a slight chance it's Kenny who shouldn't even be here till another three hours." Y/N quickly stood up and pulled on the nearest shirt which just so happened to be Jay's and she slipped on her pajama shorts.

More knocking was heard from her door until it stopped when she headed down the stairs. The door opened and Kenny entered, tucking his key back into his pocket. "Y/N?!" He turned to look up the stairs and spotted Y/N, immediately smiling. "Kenny? What are you doing here?" She happily ran into his open arms, extremely happy to see her brother after months of being away from him.

"My flight got here early, I tried calling you but your phone must've been off or something," he explained, pulling away he furrowed his brows at the shirt she wore. "Who's shirt is that? It looks way too big for you," he walked past her and headed to the bar she had and grabbed himself a water. "Uhm, no it's mine. I have a lot of these." Y/N lied, leaning against her couch. "Really? Never seen you were those before," Kenny shrugged, deciding to drop the unimportant subject.

"So did you wanna grab lunch or something?" Y/N asked, trying to think of a way to get Kenny out of the penthouse without him seeing Jay. If he seen Jay, he'd probably kill him. "I think I'm gonna take a quick nap and then if you're still up to it we could go for dinner," Kenny smiled. Though it quickly dropped when a shirtless Jay White ascended down the stairs, "Dinner sounds amazing actually." Jay smiled, throwing an arm around Y/N who practically froze.

Kenny squinted his eyes, "Y/N, why is Jay White in your living room," he gestured to the shirtless man, "and shirtless too, might I add." Y/N cleared her throat and removed Jay's arm from her shoulder in which he only wrapped it around her waist in response. "Right uhm, he was just visiting. You know, catchin' up, reminiscing of the old times," Y/N faked a smile, patting Jay's back and he raised a brow.

"Mhm, and that's why you're wearing his shirt? Just reminiscing?" Kenny raised his brows, a small smirk etched at the corner of his lips.

"If that's what you call reminiscing then sign me up every day," Jay added with a grin. Y/N elbowed his ribs with an eye roll, "Shut up."

"Oh no, please, don't stop on my account. I'm gonna go take that nap. Just keep it down." Kenny headed up the stairs, walking past a genuinely shocked Y/N and Jay. "Wait, you're not mad?" Y/N spoke up, causing Kenny to pause in his steps and turn to look at her. "Nope. As long as this keeps your mind off of Will, then please, keep going. I welcome it. Besides, it's not really my business who you choose to be with," Kenny said before continuing to his room.

"That went surprisingly well," Jay commented.

"This doesn't mean we're gonna be a thing by the way," Y/N said, walking towards the kitchen. "Never said I wanted that anyways," Jay shrugged, seeing no problem with that. He didn't want a relationship either. He was still trying to get his ex back anyways.

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"I'm excited. What about you?" Y/N walked beside Kenny, her duffle bag on her shoulder as Kenny pulled his and hers suitcases. "Honesty, I just can't wait to kick Ospreay's ass," Kenny shrugged. Y/N cracked a small chuckle and sighed, "Yeah, he's one of the very few reasons I thought about not resigning with New Japan to be honest. I can't stand being around him." Y/N opened the door, letting Kenny in first as he was pulling the luggage.

"What changed your mind?" Kenny asked, looking at the map to locate his locker room that was gonna be put right next to Y/N's. "Honesty? I had a talk with Kota and he helped me realize that I shouldn't let Will get in the way of what I'm truly happy doing. I wanted this before I was with Will and he shouldn't have an impact on my decisions anymore." Y/N followed Kenny down the halls, not seeing many wrestlers around, mainly just the crew that helped put everything together.

"Wow, you should ask Kota for advice more often then. You don't make the brightest decisions when it comes to your love life." Kenny unlocked the door to her room first, figuring she would take more time to get ready for her press conference. "Oh shut up, that's so not true," Y/N denied, setting her duffle bag on the metal black chair.

"Oh yeah? Fine, then name one of your exes that actually turned out to not be a piece of shit," he compromised, knowing Y/N couldn't argue with that. "Uhhh...wait no, I dated uhm, actually you make a good point. Fuck. It's not my fault though. I get very attached." Y/N frowned, sitting down on the sofa. "And that's okay, it's not your fault. You just need to be careful with these guys, especially wrestlers. Most of these guys aren't interested in relationships." He did make a good point. Most wrestlers just wanted sex. And she couldn't blame them much, nobody had time for a serious relationship.

"Noted. Now, I'm gonna get dressed. I'll see you soon." Y/N gave a quick side hug to Kenny before he left.

A few hours later, Y/N was called to do the press conference for her upcoming match at WrestleKingdom that was less than ten hours away. Y/N sat down at the table, setting down her title on the table, she crossed her legs and looked to her right where Kairi was supposed to be.

Y/N took this a chance to start without her as she then picked up the mic, "Are you kidding me? You expect this person to be able to dethrone me and she can't even show up on time? I'm supposed to feel threatened by her? I'm supposed to feel scared?" Y/N chuckled sarcastically.

Kairi walked over to the table, rushing a bit and Y/N gestured to her, "Look who decided to join the party. Did wasting my time feel good darling?" She sarcastically asked.

A minute in, Kairi was answering a question on what she would do if she won the title, in which Y/N felt the need to interrupt. "This is absolutely ridiculous! Let's get something completely straight, Kairi." Y/N stood up and took her championship off the display, "You will never win this belt as long as I hold it and let me tell you something, it is not leaving me anytime soon because there is nobody capable of beating me. And after I retain tonight, I will continue to run through each and every division there is until nobody is left. Because, I am the greatest wrestler ever."

Y/N raised her championship proudly, glaring down at her opponent. "This conference is over. Enjoy the show." Y/N set down the mic and walked out, not even bothering to second glance at Kairi.

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It was a gruesome battle in the Tokyo Dome between Kairi Sane and Y/N Kingley for the IWGP Women's Championship. It was sometimes even hard to watch. They were beating the crap out of each other like no other. It was hard to predict who would even win. They were both so close.

Y/N screamed in frustration as Kairi managed to kick out of her blue thunder powerbomb off the top rope. She hit the mat in frustration, sitting up with desperate eyes. "Give up!" Kairi breathed heavily, shaking her head 'no', she exchanged strikes with her. Kairi performed another devastating knee before making her way to the top turnbuckle.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to get a breath in as she just did a german suplex to Kairi off the top rope and immediately performed a shooting star press after. The match was almost over and it was obviously one hell of a match. Kairi was killing it and some even thought she might actually just pull a win over the champion. But, Y/N wasn't gonna let that happen.

Y/N crawled over to Kairi, attempting a cover but Kairi kicked out at two. "Fuck! Just give up!" Y/N leaned against the ropes, running a hand over her hair in frustration.

Kairi stood up tiredly and immediately ran and knee'd Y/N before she could block it. She dragged Y/N to the turnbuckles and began to climb up the rope. The crowd automatically assumed it was over for Y/N the minute Kairi hit the insane elbow. But, as Kairi performed it, Y/N got her knees up at the last second. Kairi groaned and Y/N stood up and jumped onto the top rope, performing her finisher, the Royalty Deathdrop. Again, it was basically a backflip off the top rope into a DDT.

She hit it perfectly. "ONE..TWO..THREE!" Y/N grinned and tiredly crawled to the bottom rope, attempting to pull herself up as they announced her name as the winner. The official handed her the title and raised her hand before she immediately collapsed back onto the mat, barely able to hold herself up. Her body was battered and bruised so it was surprising that she wasn't even unconscious.

Kairi stood up and immediately went towards Y/N, extending her hand in respect towards her competitor. The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting to see if Y/N would accept her hand. Y/N hesitantly took Kairi's hand and the crowd applaused. Kairi pulled the taller woman up and raised her hand, showing a sign of respect for the retaining champion.

All until Y/N's hand dropped, the music hit. The music of Mercedes Moné, FKA Sasha Banks.

The crowd cheered, obviously most knowing who she was. Y/N sat down on the middle turnbuckle, watching as Mercedes ascended down the entrance ramp. Kairi stood near Y/N as they watched Mercedes enter the ring. A whole new look on her, she was almost unrecognizable if you seen her as Sasha Banks in WWE. This was an entirely different woman and she wasn't here to play games. She was here to make history, money and win championships.

Kairi looked at Y/N silently asking if she wanted her to stay. Y/N shook her head, waving her off and Kairi stepped out of the ring, letting Y/N handle her business.

Y/N stepped up, not liking the disrespect of Mercedes. She didn't have to say anything, she just raised her IWGP Women's Championship right in the face of Mercedes, not backing down to her.

Mercedes stuck her hand out, Y/N looking at it in suspicion. She took it hesitantly and Mercedes smiled as they shook hands. A show of respect. Y/N went to pull her hand away but Mercedes held it tightly so she couldn't let go. She pulled Y/N in, making her drop the title and performed what looked to be a gory bomb only it was straight into a DDT. Y/N groaned as she hit the mat, selling it perfectly so it made Mercedes look like a huge threat.

Mercedes walked over to the title and slowly picked it up, then dropped it onto Y/N's barely conscious body. "Give me a mic," Mercedes stuck her hand out, leaning between the ropes, they quickly handed her a microphone and she slowly made her way back to Y/N.

"Y/N, awee, congratulations on making history tonight, once again. I also know a thing or two about making history," Mercedes grinned, the crowd cheering for her. "I am here, in New Japan and Stardom to make some more. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the standard. The conversation. The blueprint, and the CEO of this women's division."

Mercedes kneeled down next to Y/N's body, the champion not even attempting to get up or open her eyes. "So Y/N-San, enjoy your IWGP Women's Championship while you can. Because at Battle in the Valley at San José. Imma leave you bankrupt bitch. And you can bank on Moné." Mercedes took the championship and lifted it up, throwing the mic to the side as her music played.

Y/N rolled out of the ring once Mercedes made her way out. She grabbed her championship and let one of the officials help her walk to the back, holding an ice pack to her neck. "Take me to my dressing room please," she requested.

They helped her to her dressing room, bringing several packs of ice as well before leaving her by herself. Y/N groaned in pain as she pulled off her tank top and pressed the ice onto her bruised shoulder. There was a knock on her door in which she casually assumed it was either Kenny, Mercedes, or Jay, so she granted permission for them to come in. But, unfortunately, it was just Will.

"What do you want, Will? Don't you have a match with my brother coming up?" Y/N muttered, wincing as she attempted to untie her boots. "I just wanted to come check up on you. That was one hell of a match." Will sat on the table and carefully took her leg, and to his surprise, she let him. "Good, cause I feel like crap." She let out another wince as he pulled off both of her boots, "How's your ankle feel? I noticed you sprained it early on in the match."

"It's just sore, luckily it's not a big deal. I don't think I'll need boot or anything. I just kinda tweaked it," she explained, setting some ice atop of her hurt ankle. The chime on her phone caused both of them to glance down at it, Will's expression morphing into a scowl when he seen it was Jay White texting her. Will cleared his throat as she picked up the phone to reply to Jay's text. "Uh, so I overheard your brother and Jay White talking and I was just wondering if-"

"If we're dating?" Y/N finished for him, setting her phone down to look at him. Will sighed and Y/N pursed her lips, not surprised he was being nosy about her private life, "whether we are or not, that is none of your business. I made myself clear that we have to let each other go and I'm sticking to that."

"What about friends? Can't we at least be friends?" Will asked, but it seemed almost like begging.

Y/N blankly stared, "Will, look back at the last time we tried that. I ended up in your bed. I will not let myself fall back into your traps. It is over. There is no more us." Will shook his head, standing up and running a hand over his blonde hair, "No, no this isn't you, this isn't us. What's this really about? Jay? Cause, what does he have that I don't?! Tell me."

Y/N stood up, barely able to stand on her ankle but she was becoming irritated of the conversation, "What do you want to hear, Will? That he doesn't compare to you? That he can't please me like you? Cause frankly if I said that, I would be lying to you and myself."

Will simply grinned, cracking a small chuckle, he stepped closer to Y/N, "now we both know nobody could please you like me and Jay certainly isn't changing that fact." Y/N rolled her eyes, "and how would you know?"

"Oh come on, we both know lying isn't your strong suit. Even after all these years, you still can't tell the truth." Glaring at him, she shoved his shoulder, "you are the last person to talk about truth! You cheating son of a bitch!"

Will clenched his jaw, growing tired of her bringing up the past. "How many times do I have to apologize?! I'm fucking sorry! That was three years ago! Let it go, Y/N!" He exclaimed at her.

Y/N scoffs quietly under her breath, "Get the fuck out of my room, Will."

Will shakes his head in disbelief, "Congratulations Y/N. Have a nice life. I won't be there when you come crawling back after Jay leaves you in the dust."

Y/N simply rolls her eyes as he walks out, slamming the door on his way out. "Fuckin' child."

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The show ended with Kenny taking the IWGP United States Championship from Ospreay. It was one of the best matches Y/N's ever witnessed, even if it caused her so much stress to see. Every bump Will and Kenny took was nerve-wracking to say the least. But, they both pulled through and successfully finished the match. She found out from Kyle that Will lost a pint of blood and injured his shoulder though he would pull through and be fine.

As of now, Y/N was heading to do a little promo in response of Mercedes's debut. With the help of a crew member, she sat down at the table and set her drink down. She adjusted the mic and glanced around at all the reporters and such. "Today I will not be answering any of your questions because of Mercedes Moné," she spoke in Japanese.

"I had the most exhausting match of my career and she just shows up out of the blue to steal my spotlight?! Do I have to remind you who I am Mercedes? I am Y/N fucking Kingley and you will not disrespect me! You think because you came from WWE that you're all big shit now? Well let me educate you love. This isn't WWE, this isn't slow paced, this isn't a playground. When you step in the ring with me you won't be the same. You made a mistake coming here. And now I'm gonna send you back where you belong."

Y/N stands up, looking directly into the camera. "I accept your challenge. Let's see if you can keep up."

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"I don't think I'm up to this," Y/N states as she glances at Mercedes and back to the road. "Girl, yes you are. You're the one who brought up this whole party. You can't back out now," Mercedes replies, fixing up her makeup in the mirror. "That was before I fucked up my ankle and got into a fight with my ex. Who, mind you is going to be there." Mercedes chuckles at her over exaggerating, "Which gives you the perfect chance to get back at him."

"With who?" Y/N questions, parking the car in front of the bar.

"Him." Cedes smiles as she points at Jay who was currently walking towards the building. Y/N purses her lips, finding it to be a good idea, "That could work."

They both walk into the bar together and Mercedes follows Y/N, who obviously knew the majority of people there. Y/N finds Kenny talking with some friends and go over there, immediately hugging him. Kenny smiles realizing it's her, "I thought you weren't gonna show," he said.

"Someone changed my mind," Y/N says, and Mercedes gestures to herself. Kenny chuckles and embraces Mercedes. "Thanks for getting her out. Y/N usually hates parties." Mercedes laughs, "It's my pleasure. Do you know where Jay is?" Y/N raises a brow at Mercedes question.

"Uh yeah, he's just over there." Kenny pointed across the bar and Mercedes nods and smiles gratefully. "Great. Thank you. We will catch up later. I'm gonna steal Y/N." Mercedes takes Y/N's hand and drags her across the bar towards Jay. "I don't think this is a great idea-"

"Hi Jay!" Mercedes waves, dragging Y/N over meanwhile Y/N kept trying to slow down because of her ankle. "Mercedes, right? We met at the show yesterday." Jay sticks his hand out and she happily accepts it, "Yes. That's right." Y/N smiles meekly at him, but tries to avoid eye contact. "So what can I do for you ladies?"

"We are having some car trouble and Y/N here is gonna need a ride home later so I was wondering if you could take her home for me. I'm sure you know where it is. It's not too far from here." Mercedes lies and Y/N looks at her with a mini glare. Jay chuckles, nodding with a grin, "Of course, it's no trouble."

"Awesome. I'll catch you later Y/N. Have fun." Mercedes waves and walks over to talk to some of the joshi wrestlers.

Jay takes Y/N's hand and helps her onto the stool carefully, "You don't actually have any car trouble do you?" He questions in amusement. Y/N chuckles lightly and nods, "you are correct. But she's definitely gonna leave me here despite that."

"She sounds great," Jay joked.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies room. I will be right back," Y/N excused herself swiftly. Honestly, she just wanted to fix up her hair as it was flowing everywhere courtesy of the wind from outside. She finished up quickly, washing her hands and walking out, going to find Jay again. Though, a hand blocked her, causing her to look up at the man, known as David Finlay. She didn't necessarily have a problem with him. She just didn't like him. But then again, not a lot of people did.

"Uhm, what can I do for you?" Y/N looked at him, slightly confused. He smiles, "I just came to tell you, I watched your match, and you did amazing, it was a great match. One of the best I've ever watched." He says. Y/N smiles for a second, "Oh, well thank you, I appreciate it. But if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my friend." She goes to move past him until he blocks her way again. "Come on, stick around a bit. Give me a chance. We can get to know each other beautiful."

Y/N cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." David raised a brow, "and yet you're sluttin' it around with Jay? Come on, you can do so much better." Y/N scoffed, "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" Y/N goes to push pass him when he grabbed her arms, keeping her in place. "Oi, get your hands off her." Next thing she knew, Will had pushed David against the wall, she glanced down at her arms, seeing red handprints on them from how tightly David help her.

"She's not interested bruv. Move on." Will pushed him away, David walking off with a scoff, making a small inappropriate comment about her.

Will turned to Y/N, seeing her in a trance, not moving or speaking. He set a hand on her shoulder, "You alright love?" Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at his hand on her shoulder. She blinked, "Leave me alone." Y/N walked away, wincing at the pain in her ankle, she reached Jay, standing by him on the stool. "Do you think it's possible for you to take me home? I need to get out of here."

Jay nodded immediately, paying for the drinks and helping Y/N out of the bar, he had seen Will watching in the corner and assumed it must've been about him. Jay helped her into the car before driving them off, heading to her place, obviously knowing where it was. "What happened back there?" He asks, breaking the silence.

Y/N didn't glance at him, texting Mercedes and Kenny on her phone, telling them that she was leaving early. "Nothing important. My ankle has just been killing me." He knew she was partially lying but chose not to push on it. "I'm sorry to drag you away, you could go back if you want. You don't need to stay with me or anything." Y/N said, setting her phone down.

"It's alright. I'll stay. I want to."

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[coleskingdom]

Mine Pt 4

This will be a six part story. This chapter has no smut.

The Forbidden Door meeting

I wake up before Jay, my mind refusing to shut off. I lay there in the early morning light watching him sleep. I’m overwhelmed by how much I’m falling in love with him my chest gets tight at the thought that he might get hurt because of me. A tear falls down my face. Jays eyes open “ Hey, what’s wrong?” Still half asleep, “Nothing”I say and try to smile. Now fully awake “We don’t do that remember” He’s rolls on his side facing me. “So I’m going to ask you again, what’s wrong?” I can tell he’s bracing himself. “ I’m worried you’re going to get hurt because of me.” His hand strokes my face moving a strand of hair, “It won’t be because of you, it’s real but we will all be professionals. Besides I’d bet you’d be cute in a nurses outfit.” I laugh and the tension is broken.

Jays phone rings, “Hey Will, she’s fine why? I don’t think she’s looked at her phone in the past two days. No that’s exactly what happened, yeah I haven’t talked to anyone over there yet. I appreciate it man, I’ll repay you the favor. You’re right an excuse to get Finlay out is a good enough reason. I’ll let her know.” he hangs up. “ Apparently you need to look at your phone, you’ve got a good portion of people worried about you.”

I sigh heavily and pick up my phone, and hand it to Jay. “Please, I can’t right now.” He scrolls through my messages and I can tell he’s deleting the ones that he knew I wouldn’t want to read. “Your dad texts like a psycho.” Handing me back the phone.

I start to read the text out loud

The Bang Bang Brats

“Are you our new mom?”

ELP <3

Tell Jay GOD is ready to join Gold.

Ospreay

Whatever you need it’s yours? I had no clue about your dad and Finlay, next time you decide to get married let a guy know okay. I’m sorry love I wasn’t there for you.

ZSJ

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Finlay really? Why didn’t you say something, I could’ve done something. You really got a thing for those Bullet Club boys, I warned you about them years ago. I have to say of the lot Jay is the best of them. Be happy love, it’ll all be fine, if you need anything let me know.

“I’m glad I read them”I sighed and smiled. I leaned my head over on Jays shoulder, he put his hand in mine brushing my knuckles. “ I’m glad you did to, it seems you have quite the fan club. Love” in the absolute worst British accent I’ve ever heard, his eyes showing his amusement when I turned to look at him. He kissed me softly, resting his forehead on mine. “We better get ready before, I cancel the meetings and we just stay here. “

We got ready and were downstairs when the first knock came. Matt,Nick, Page, Cole, Kenny Tony and Rocky were all there. Followed by a catering team , who asked where to set up . “ Just put it on the island “ Jay said casually winking at me, as he predicted my face turned pink.

I sat beside him at the table. Everyone else gathered with Tony at the head of one end with Kenny at the other. Jays body tensed as he stares down the table at Kenny. I put my hand on his thigh trying to give him support, he could never let being Kenny’s young boy go, mainly because Kenny insisted on reminding him of it at any chance he had.

Tony started “ Good Morning, I trust everyone had a good evening last night. Thank you all for being here. I was told the result of the private vote was to move forward with a forbidden door program. I’ve spoken with President Tannashi and he agrees that it’s time for the Bullet Club Civil War. The only stipulation is that it can be any member of the club that was current or retired prior to Saturdays incident. We will need rosters from each group and we will be preparing the matches out of interest and fairness. However the main event will be David vs Jay. Loser loses his club, the winner has the right to include or exclude the others current members, but only one club will be recognized after the match. “

A low rumbling went around the table as the words sank in.

Tony slides a contract towards me, “ I’m presenting you both with a talent and employment contract. You will see that the terms of talent are through forbidden door but that the employment offer for you to be in talent relations is a five year deal.You’ve worked hard and you deserve this. However, you will need to be on screen with Jay, I will leave that to the two of you to discuss how and what the presentation is going to be. “ My eyes were as big as saucers, I never wanted to be on screen talent. Jay took my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

“Thank you, I don’t know what to say other than thank you.” I said.

Kenny spoke next “ Jay, you really couldn’t let Japan go could you. I left the keys in your hands you had it all but you had to come here you had to bring Bullet Club with you. You’ve had to make your mess my mess. Now you’re trying to be the savior of bullet club because it’s all you have. I don’t even understand why I’m here or what I have to do with any of this. I’m part of the Elite and was part of the version of Bullet Club that brought this whole thing to prominence. The fact that this all over some girl who was making shitty choices because she has Daddy issues. “

With that Jay slid back from the table and yanked Kenny up by his collar. “Say what you want about me, but you keep her out of your mouth. You don’t even realize that your best days are behind you, Ospreay and I both made sure of that, and if I need to I’ll finish it myself. If you want to align with Finlay go ahead, I’ll take on the both of ya. As for now though get the fuck out of my house.”

Matt and Nick got in between both of them. Jay let Kenny go, but dared him to say anything further. “Matt Nick let’s go” Kenny said. “Not this time Kenny. You’ve gone too far.”Matt said regretfully . Kenny looked around the table for support , none of the other men will meet his eyes. I however refused to look away from him my jaw set firm, and hard. Kenny stormed out the front door slamming it behind him.

“He’ll calm down, he’s out injured anyway. He insisted on being here because he’s an EVP. I’m sorry I didn’t expect him to disrespect your home. The fact that you’re prioritizing someone you care about, is a regret he still has and has never gotten over“ Matt said .

“Who have you heard from?” Tony asked changing the subject .

“As for Japan, you really don’t have much support Jay. The War Dogs, Kenta, Owens , House of Torture are all together. GOD said they texted you to let you know that they will be aligning with Gold. You have a lot of support from United Empire and TMDK that have offered to do matches on the road to forbidden door in hopes that they can keep them fatigued. That’s about all you’ve got. “ Rocky said

“ So I need what 10 -12 guys? “ Jay said “Closer to 15 guys I’m afraid.” Rocky said.

“Matt, Have you heard from AJ , Deviit or Cody?”

“ they’re all sitting this out, which numbers wise works better for us. “ Matt confirmed.

“ What about Austin and Bey?” I asked trying to do the math in my head.

Jay picked up his phone “ Hey Chris, I need to know where you are on this whole thing. We’d love to have y’all. Thanks man talk soon.” They’re in . I think we have our numbers..”

“I want Gabe “ Page said abruptly, “he’s been running his mouth too fucking long about me. It needs to be a death match.”

“We want Connor’s and Maloney they keep shitting on our legacy. I’m sick of it. “ Nick added

“ I think Japan would be agreeable to this.” Tony said and Rocky nodding his head.

“ Cole do you have anyone you’d like to take out personally? “ Jay asked

“Coughlin, and if I’ve got to team with page to get to him then that’s what we need to do death match and all. “ Cole not loving the idea of a death match but wanting Coughlin more.

“What about you sweetheart, what do you want out of this?” Jay asked

“ I just want to y’all to come out safe.” I said.

“That’s no fun sweetheart, I mean who do you want to slap, or kick in the balls, something that you get to do on the talent side. “

“My father, and Finlay.” Laughing at the idea.

“Tony you’ve created a monster, I’m afraid . She’s been thinking about this a while. Britt can help her get ring ready..” Cole offered

“I think that’s it for a while guys I’ll get the paperwork to you for signature and review.” Which was the dismissal from Tony.

Everyone stayed a little longer. They wanted to talk about my on screen presentation. “ I never thought I’d be on screen, I was content in the background.” I said. “ Well you’ve been given two contracts from Tony so you’re in. Now it’s about your presentation, you’ll need one move that you can execute well. .” Matt said. “ What’s your favorite move of all time. “ Jay asked“ The Superkick” the other four men answered in unison. Jay looked at me “Seriously?” I shrugged my shoulders "I was an hbk fan what can I say. “

“She actually has a fairly decent one, we’ve worked with her on it before. She wanted Shawn’s so I worked on it with her it’s been a while though.” Cole shrugged “ What style is she going for asked Page, the bullet club bunnies aren’t going to work….” I’m not doing that hell no.” I cut him off abruptly. “ I think I just want a slightly sexy black and gold look. Jeans, heels a tank or bustier. “ I was actually feeling pretty pleased with the idea.

“ You’ll wear my jacket though, we can modify one, you can have either the switchblade or bullet club logo. If you go with the logo I’d like you to wear a golden switch blade necklace. Just on camera.” Jay said. "Now wait a minute, you don’t need for it to look like you own her.” Page said “ I’m okay with it, it’s pretty rock n roll actually. I’d rather look rock n roll than a ring rat, besides bullet club has always been cool. And it’s something we are all doing together. I’m going to go with the gold logo and the necklace. When I’m with everyone and if it’s just Jay and I I’ll have the switchblade logo. I need not to be damsel in distress.” The guys seem to be in agreement and they started working on story lines. I needed a break, so I excused myself.

I found myself a little place on the back porch in a rocking chair that overlooked the property. “ How are you doing Darlin?” Page asked handing me a glass of whiskey

“It’s been a lot, but I’m happy.” I smiled

“So you and Jay huh? “ he questioned

“He and I spent a lot of time together when y’all left for AEW. It was he and I and the new bullet club for a while. we hung out a ton he and I shared an apartment as room mates. It feels right, and honestly I was a little surprised how comfortable this all is. He gets me Adam, when I ran out of the wedding and I was in the car and started having a panic attack, he got me through it like it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t bring it up or make me feel shitty about it. I think I’m in love with him.”

Jay was stepping out on the porch, with a blanket.

“I’m gonna head back in, I just wanted to check on you.” as page started to excuse himself. “ Hey Adam, don’t feel like you’ve got to go on my account. I need everyone to understand nothings changed she still needs you guys. Honestly I was bringing her a blanket the wind from the north kicks up and it can get cool quick. “ Jay handed me a blanket and a kiss on the top of the head and disappeared back inside.

“Who the fuck was that guy and what did you do with Jay ?” I just laughed , page took a seat on the wooden steps and looked out. The easy quiet. It’s always been easy to be quiet with him. He broke the silence as the sun started going down, “I’m happy for you. Kenny was out of line and you deserve what all the rest of us have a safe place that feels like home. Matt said he took care of you on the contracts, none of us want you to be obligated to be in a position that you need anyone but yourself.”“Thanks Adam”, he bent down as hugged me.

I followed him back inside realizing he was the last one leaving. As I walked him out Jay came out of the kitchen. “Everything okay? “ he said . “ Yeah, it’s what we do, we sit in silence, sometimes it’s a big conversation, sometimes it’s nothing.Its nice knowing someone is there.” I walked towards him his arms opened and pulled me in.

“So you’re in love me” he said softly, “ I am” I answered back.

I pull back and I’m trying to read his face, “”Are you okay ? I didn’t mean for you to hear that, I’m not trying to…”

“ Sweetheart , that was the best part of my day, I need you to know that. In answer to your question no I’m not okay, Kenny got under my skin again. He’s just a smug son of a bitch. “

I took his hand and led him to the couch I sat down, “ Sit down in front of me. I’m going to take care of you but go ahead and keep talking.” He sat down between my legs and faced the fire in the hearth. I began running my fingers through his hair massaging his scalp. “ He’s always been a dick, he was so mad when I wouldn’t join his club , he couldn’t stand that I wouldn’t bow to the great Kenny Omega. That I could do more outside of his shadow that I didn’t need his approval, I had Okadas. That’s when my game began to take what was his. Today when he started in on you that was it. “ I pull his hair a little bit just enough to break his tension, “That feels good. it’s been along time since someone took care of me. Sure there were women but they all wanted the character, not me. I got to the point I looked forward to the dinners you’d make in that tiny apartment, the way you’d stream terrible television, the way you’d watch AEW studying it, but also buying completely in. “ I move my hand to the back of his neck rubbing the knots out of his neck, he groaned, then continued “ I’ve been in love with you for years. Your selfless nature, your kind heart, the way you’d support and comfort all of us. I loved the way you put the jacket on me before I went out to the ring, the way you’d take care of me when I was injured . You’d listen to me rant, scream and breakdown.” He reached back and took my hands off his neck and turned around kneeling in front of me. “Marry Me, I mean will you marry me?”

I gasped at his words, my brain processing everything he said tears came down my face, “ Yes Jay I will.”

#aew fanfiction #switchblade jay white #jay white imagine #jay white x reader #jay white smut #jay white x you

[fang-revives]

run it back, sunshine

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Pairing: Jay White / Kazuchika Okada

Rating: General audiences

Prompt: "I need advice" (time passes) "never mind I already did the stupid thing"

Notes: This is loosely canon with my fic here, and Lepak’s followup, but you can read it as just canon with Jay’s backstage comments at WK17 if you like.

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I need advice

It’s 4AM in Japan. I don’t know why I’m sending a line message to one of the worst guys out there for advice, any kind, but it’s not as if Ishimori is contracted for my Bullet Club anymore. 

The afternoon sun hits my glasses, the taste of smog on the DC air flaring from the approaching van. I duck behind the concrete. Breathe, one more baby, one more, breathe with the Switchblade, and one more after that. Three times. Three times you’ve found yourself here, but it’s not too late. Just turn around, go back.

He’ll be here at any time. I have to go, have to– 

There he is. 

Okada looks– put it bluntly, he looks tired, trailing behind Tanahashi with dogged resignation. There’s a bitterness to the slash of his lips that betrays him. Gold, I called myself this week. Neither of us have gold. 

I shuck up my jacket to my shoulders, sweating underneath the hood. A hot springtime in DC, Capital Collision, and I’m not on the card. I’m not even here to watch. 

Again, Jaime?– yes again, third time’s the charm, I’m going to get it right this time. 

I check my phone before I move. Maybe Phantasmo will stop me. 

Maybe I could have texted Juice, if I really wanted to be held back. The setting sun hits Kazuchika’s cheekbones, turning back for a wry smile to Rocky, and my feet are already hitting the ground. I duck in the door just as the last straggler leaves it to swing shut. Just like I planned. 

It’s a small arena. No Tokyo Dome, no Madison Square Garden. My heart beats in my throat. There’s a good chance I won’t get a moment with him alone, and maybe I’ll flinch before I say what I mean, stumble it out two months from now, or swallow and choke on the words when I blink first and Finlay leaves his mark on me – 

– but no. There is a room with his name taped to the outside, one of the coaches rooms. Tanahashi too. Prima donnas. I tug my hood up, knock once.  

“A minute,” he calls back. I knock again, praying my Japanese hasn’t atrophied in a few months. “Tana-san, is it that urgent?”

“Not Tana.”

There’s only a second of hesitation. Then the door swings open, he’s staring at me with that skeptical feigned anger New Japan loves to slap on his posters. He steps aside, lets me in. It really is a small room. No windows, barely space for the desk that’s been shoved against the wall. 

“You keep meeting me like this.”

I kind of shrug my shoulders, slipping off from the hood, the sunglasses. The fluorescent light is clinical against his bare chest and shins. Probably for the best.

“So what is it this time? I lost the belt.”

I wince. Is that what he thought I was there for? It’s not as if I explained it any better. “Look it wasn’t – about the belt, Kazuchika.”

If his name means anything to him, he doesn’t show it. 

“Was it about how it was worth it? That’s not–”

“Stop. Stop, I’m sorry about that, at least,” I throw up my hands. Peace offering. I don’t want to – well, I want to fight. It’s heady all around me, the smell of his sweat in the tiny concrete room. 

“So you regret it,” he steps forward, almost angry, and I can feel my breath hitch. Breathe. I could – kneel right now. I could walk away with nothing, again, but I think he’d still leave thumbprints on my throat. That might even be worth it. 

But it's not what I want. 

“I regret– coming to you with something about me. Yeah,” I manage to string the sentence together, and it comes out right. “Do you – do you remember when you asked me to go fishing with you?”

His anger falters, gives way to genuine surprise. A thrill goes through me, same way as it always does digging in the knife. If I mean it this time, mean it the right way– 

“When – back when you were in CHAOS? You laughed at me, told me I wasn’t listening to you.”

“You weren't," I shoot back, always have to run my mouth when I start, and damn the intensity of his eyes. 

“Did you listen to my question, then?” 

“You– you’re right. You’re right. Would you go fishing with me now?”

“Now,” he repeats-- not angry, but...curious.

Dig the knife in. Now or never. 

“Listen. I lost New Japan. Do you understand? I’m gold now. Bullet Club Gold, which means nothing, I have nothing to my name,” if I could say this in English, I’d have a hell of a lot more to say. Maybe it’s better that Japanese is the best I can do. I point to the door, “Out there – you can’t touch me. You can’t out there. But. There’s an outside. And there. You can– if you want to – you can.”

He looks thoughtful. Thoughtful when he reaches a hand up slowly, brushes a strand of hair off my forehead. “That's what this is about.” 

“Fishing.” I repeat, breath caught in my throat. I’m not going to kneel. Today, anyways. 

“Fishing. Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Let’s go fishing.”

“Good luck with your gold, Jaime,” and he smiles. That small one, wry like a little secret. Maybe I came because I like that smile. Too much, after all that's said and done. 

 “Good. Good,” I move mechanically, pat his shoulders with both hands. It’s stupid, really, “Good luck with your match.”

When I duck past Tanahashi on my way out, hood up, sunglasses on – if he recognizes me, he doesn’t say. He maybe hesitates. I remember how he thanked me. 

Outside, I hear my phone beep. Jesus, Phantasmo has terrible sleeping habits. 

hey im up what do you need to know how to beat a lucha guy if you decided you didnt like bangbang gang its too late

Never mind i already did the stupid thing

oh. you okay?

I stare at the question. I’m okay. Fishing okay. And then a new message pops up. Still under the title 🔪🎈💥. Needs a new name. 

Is this still Jaime?

Yeah it's me

Thinking about fishing already?

Potomac River has some good spots.  

That sounds good to me 

The cursor blinks at me as I stare at the empty slot for his name. ⛈️ would work. He’s earned that. 

I save ☀️ in the empty slot, and walk out into the city sunset, my steps just a little lighter. 

#wrestleprompts #njpw #wrestling shipping #kazuchika okada #jay white #fluff #my fic #i can have a little stupid fluff. on tumblr. as a treat #i have sooo much jay angst I want to write but i also want to think about jay and okada sometimes. u feel me #jaykada

[debbiechanclub]

What are your thoughts on bullet club war dogs as a whole and what are your thoughts on each of the members?

What a nice treat in my inbox, thank you for allowing me to subject you to my insanity about this group of people. My thoughts are that I love them, and let me tell you why.

Preemptively inserting a cut, because I'm sure this is gonna be long.

*Morgan Freeman voice*: It is.

I assume you know this, so I don't mean to mansplain, but it's crucial to my point to reiterate that the original intent of Bullet Club as founded by Prince Devitt was to be a stable of despicable gaijin (or foreign) wrestlers. Which makes total sense as a concept, especially in NJPW. Japan is not the cultural melting pot that North America or the UK is―if you're not Japanese, you stick out. So it makes perfect sense that the foreign wrestlers would gravitate toward each other and band together in that locker room as strangers in a strange land, so to speak.

However, to me, it hadn't felt like that's what Bullet Club was in a long time. Ever since The Elite left NJPW and during the bulk of Jay White's tenure as leader, basically (and he is the longest tenured leader!). At some point under Jay's leadership, BC became less about being a group of foreign menaces and more about just being a group of menaces. And a group of menaces who didn't really have each other's backs, to boot? There was so much in-fighting and it got so old.

But David Finlay and the War Dogs―in my admittedly completely biased opinion―have brought BC back to its original intent. They're a group of young, hungry, foreign guys who came almost entirely out of NJPW's American arm in Strong. And they're obsessed with each other. You can tell from social media and their backstage comments and in-ring promos that they're a cohesive unit who have each other's backs.

Outside of the War Dogs, though... BC is still a hot fucking mess. I'm highkey annoyed that Jay is just being allowed to get away with BC Gold in AEW, and I want nothing more than for Finlay to finally cut House of Torture loose (and hopefully there will be movement on that with him and EVIL being in the same G1 block). I do, however, think Ace and Bey should be brought into the War Dogs; they would fit right in (and I love Chris Bey). As for the BC subgroup in NJPW Tamashii, while I know absolutely nothing about them it does make sense that NJPW would want an iteration of their most-known faction in their Australian arm. And plus Bad Luck Fale is heading it up and he's an original member, so. Pass.

Okay, so now that I've told you my thoughts on the War Dogs as a group, lets get into each of them individually.

David Finlay

I mean, he's blorbo prime. My special (not really) little guy. He just scratches a very satisfying itch in my brain, and it actually started for me back when Kenny Omega took the AEW World Championship over to Impact to become the Belt Collector. Because when Kenny did that, I―like many others―tuned into Impact for the first time in actual decades, and when FinJuice started feuding with The Good Brothers for the Impact World Tag Titles, I just knew I'd vibe with Finlay, you know? Like I said, he scratched an itch. (Also, I should say here that I didn't start regularly watching NJPW until like... mid-2021, so my exposure to Finlay up until watching Impact was essentially that I knew he was a person who existed.) And then Finlay came back to Japan for the first time in over a year to compete in last year's G1 post-split from Juice, and he was a bit more aggressive with a bit of a chip on his shoulder, and the feeling of "yeah, that's my guy," only grew. And then he walked out with Gedo in Bullet Club gear for the New Japan Cup and I was just a goner. Plus his dad is Fit Finlay who I love simply for everything he's done to help elevate women's wrestling. Like, love and respect, Steph, but you didn't start the women's revolution―Fit did when he started treating WWE's women like wrestlers and not just eye candy 💅🏻

Oh, and I will die on this hill: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, will Tony Khan or someone in fucking AEW acknowledge all the history between Finlay and both Juice and Jay and give us the fucking War Dogs-BC Gold feud we deserve????

Okay, moving on.

Clark Connors

Okay, so. If Finlay scratches a satisfying itch in my brain, Clark scratches a hedonistic one, and that's just it. Seriously―when he first joined BC, he had me acting and thinking weird. He's despicable and cocky and he likes to drink and smoke and fight and I am simply helpless against his dirtbag rhinestone outlaw swag. Plus, he's just a good hard-hitting wrestler. There's a moment in his match against Kevin Knight from this year's BOSJ where he did this crazy sort of spear-spinebuster combo that lives absolutely rent free in my brain. OH. And his theme song is a fucking banger.

Dan "Drilla" Moloney

To be perfectly transparent, even though he was great in this year's BOSJ, I didn't pay much attention to Drilla until he joined BC and linked up with Clark, and I don't know that I like him so much as I just like him and Clark together? That's not to say I don't like Drilla on his own, because I do―he's mouthy and entertaining as fuck and just does not give a fuck. At all. But him and Clark together are just *chef's kiss* to me. Although, I am very much looking forward to Drilla's impending match and feud with Will Ospreay.

Alex Coughlin

This might come as a surprise, but... Alex is lowkey my second favorite after Finlay (sorry, Clark 🫣). And it’s for the same reason that I gravitated toward Finlay in the first place: I just know I'd vibe with him based off the things he posts on IG. I also like that he brings a completely different dynamic to the group in the sense that he's not loud or outwardly cocky and doesn't run his mouth like the rest of them do. He just stares into your soul and picks things up and throws them. And I just think he's neat. I hope he does well in the G1 and I will be sad if he doesn't.

Gabe Kidd

So as of right now, I have the least feel for Gabe out of all the War Dogs, and my thoughts on him are similar to Drilla in that it's not so much him as it is him and Alex together for me. The two of them are a completely different flavor of swag from Drilla and Clark, and I absolutely love that. I love that the War Dogs are a well-rounded unit with both a junior tag team and a heavyweight tag team who each bring something unique and dynamic to the table. That being said, Gabe is quickly growing on me, and I'm sure I'll have more to say about him during and after the G1.

And Jesus H. Christ, I just wrote you a novel. I hope it answers your question? 😂

Seriously though, thank you for asking me this, and now everyone who bothers to read this knows how extensive my brainrot for the War Dogs is. They're my special guys and I adore them.

#asks #it's a fucking NOVEL #thank you for asking and to anyone who bothers to read lmao

[fantomette22]

*Knock knock*

FANTOMETTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Since your Elden Ring adventure's nearing an end (I think?? idk) Tell me about your favourite characters!

And have some cookies too cos you deserve them!: 🍪

*OPEN DOOR* BIMBOM !!

My first adventure in the lands between is indeed toward its end (I'm 135h in I think) ! (I forgot to answered you last time sorry too XD) I just need to finished some catacombs and stuff at the mountain tops, the fire giant, Farum Azula, Mohg & Malenia (+ I reach the frenzied flame too! so I might do that too but I need to be sure to have the needle) and I think I did almost everything else ? I think ?? maybe I forgot 1-2 catacombs or a few optional bosses (oh yeah I need to do the bell bearing hunters...) but I think I might have done almost everything else ?? (don't don't ask me for all the items & papers lol XD )

I have the week in vacation so I might try to finished it this week. (Gonna try to stream my attempts at Malenia too...omg...)

So, besides it would probably take hours to talked about all the characters + I don't know everything yet but let's go with the few I liked the most I think.

Ranni my beloved ❤️ I really like her ! (wow what a surprise. But somehow I feel her quest would be more impactful + have more meaning after doing the game a first time)

I really like Iji & Blaidd too T_T

Torrent my dear companion! idk what I would have done without him XD we live quite crazy adventures !

A shame we didn't see Melina too much too... but towards the end I found the little bit of dialogue & hidden bit of lore about her super interesting ?! I know she won't take it well but Melina I just wanna help you...

Rya and Boc my beloved !!! I love them so much they need to be protected ! Miriel too :D (and Kale is cool)

Millicent !! oh dear... I was like : oh yes she's cooI ! It's sad how we first found her. But now I finished her quest and it's the first time I cried in this game ! "Come on Milli Malenia is just around the corner ! What are you even talking about ??" I feel smt is weirdly missing... I thought se wanted to see malenia... she was in the prayer room and then... (I need to post the beautiful pic I took. I wanna draw it ;-;)

I understand now why you all love her so much. I need to catch up with your fic and re read Stolen soon ! (now I will actually get all the ref and understand everything XD)

Latenna goat summon too (with Mimic, Rollo & the wolves lol) ! Can't wait to fight alongside Finlay too ! She seems to be the ultimate mvp

Oh Sellen too... maybe she's not a nice person (idk what she really done but it may be bad?) but she always was nice to me.

About the roundtable now! (I mean I like everyone except Gideon and the dung eater lmao) ! Aka Roderika (one of the best clearly! idk what I would have done without her), Rogier (he deserved better ;-;), Fia (what a really interesting character! D and his bro too), I didn't finished Hewg storyline but interesting so far...

Goldmask is fun but poor Coryhn... Hyetta too man ;-; (girl you're blind how-)

Big Boggart really start as annoying as Patches to ended up as a true bro

Nepheli is incredible ! (+ Gostoc & Kenneth amazing storm veil squad i think they're funny together XD)

Hello I love Fortissax so much too ! (one of the best boss fight for now) I need to know more about Forti and Godwyn !!! omg I have some thoughts!!!

And omg don't get me started and Vyke & Lansseax + Vyke's maiden T_T what went wrong hm ?!?!?!

I finished Gurranq quest too! Well a bit crazy but who isn't but really interesting willing to help

Oh like Alexander too ! And his newphew ! I think he's still chilling in the lava XD (I mean the other tarnished helping us are cool) and wow Diallos... I found he was a bit dumb at first... but damned

Oh Morgott !!! i understand better why people simp on him so much XD he's really cool! and deserved better too

speaking of the demigod poor Rennala ;-; and Rykard is cool but I can't take him seriously with his dumb voice XD

Yura was nice... Thops too...

Oh and Miquella really seems to be the ultimate goat too... can't wait to learn more ;-; ( Myself having a lil bro I feel this siblings might end me)

Anyway they all deserve better!!!!

And I'm gonna stop here XD Thanks for the cookies too ! :D 🍪

#elden ring #elden ring fantomette playthrough #ok so that was long XD #ok I ended talking a bit about everyone XD #I don't have ONE fav it's almost impossible with me I can only do tier list that change a bit all the time

[aphonymouscave]

Ni no kuni: The beginning of the dumbrun.

You know those games? yes,  those games that you see somewhere as a young kid and go  “One day i’ll play it, for sure”, then like the little kid you are, you totally forget about it, only for it to reappear somehow into your live like a raising phoenix, you say to yourself “Finlay, the time has come ” ... Only to once again forget its existence and for it to get lost  in your ever growing game backlog. Well that’s Ni no kuni for me, and finally here we are. After years of “Yeah! let’s give it a go” and never actually going through it, and 68 hours I finally did it. I beat it extra content included. But that's not the story i’m here to tell oh no, dear void, this is the story of how  my normal play through became what me and my friend  like to call THE dumb run. You know how people want to see how fast they can beat a game? Well i wanted to see how ridiculously wrong i could beat this game.  

(Will contain spoilers, really vague spoilers but spoilers nonetheless.)

But first a little bit of context. I started playing this game like any  normal person would, followed  the instructions, tried my best to understand how the  poke-like mechanic  worked, immersed my self in the story and like the idiot I am, totally forgot that hey! your character can use magic, you know the thing that almost always is over powered, But oh well i tried!  Did my best to craft an strategy... and hey! this game actually has some challenge and the gameplay is weird but fun and wouldn’t you look at that a looot of sidequests. At this point in time I was progressing through the story slowly, but surely and it was honestly a blast  and then i was in “Hamelin” with the annoying pork tank, for some weird reason the game didn’t give me the “Hey you dolt this is how you are suppose to beat it ”, so I did what a normal noob would do and look for a guide. There in the comments someone said that you could actually just brute force the whole thing.  Impressive,  i thought and then proceeded to continue playing the way you are actually meant to. And then another boss, i was starting to get a little bit bored with the game so i decided why not? and here we are the beginning of the dumbrun. 

At first I was uncertain if this was going to work at all, but believe me it works. At first my strategy was just to spam spells as far as I could from the boss while the rest of my party where fancy cannon fodder. This worked like a charm, my  only problem whit this approach  was the use of items, you see  I don’t tend to use items at all in video games, not my thing i mostly forget they even exist,  so this really wasn’t an ideal solution, but nonetheless I kept going. Side note, as long as you’re doing the side quests money won’t be an issue at all,  the only objects you really need to get are phoenix feathers and whatever you can get your hands on that replenish your mp everything else is pretty much useless. From then on the game transforms from an rpg  into a recourse management game  with slightly added movement. (I found that circling around the stage works just fine). 

A couple of more hours and... that’s it i was almost done, when it hit me... I didn’t really needed all those objects, remember we aren’t playing smart, we are playing dumb. (Also, without unnecessary grinding.) 

So with the items that I  had at the end of the game I venture forwards into the post game content... and it was, surprisingly  really easy. Th downfall?  It was really time consuming since I had to wait for the blue orbs, that  sometimes Esther penguin would steal them from me (I really started hating her during this whole ordeal), but like I said Dumb run. Slowly but surely I got the keys to the car and just like that my adventure was over. (Believe it or not, the last boss was the easiest of the whole game.)

So here’s the thing, Ni No Kuni is incredibly easy to brute force and somewhat fun to do so. Fun but in no way perfect while doing this I also got to experience a lot of this game downfalls when it comes to the gameplay. 

And that’s it, that’s the story of this silly little thing that me and another human being called Ni No kuni: the beginning of the dumbrun. Thank you for reading. 

#Ni no kuni #Well i did a thing #This game is beautiful but really easy to cheese #I absolutely adore this word #But man the gameplay could be better #ramblings #This whole time i was playing in normal #my stuff

[unlikelywrestlingfan]

Elle’s Unsolicited Thoughts on BOSJ 30 Night 2

I finally finished watching it XD!

Pre: No hate to Kevin Kelly, but A) no Chris Charlton :( and B) single person commentary always sounds weird to me. Glad he at least has the onion with him so he doesn't get lonely!

Match 1 - Kushida vs. TJP: mostly skipped 😞 Kushi loss sad

Match 2 - Yoshinobu Kanemaru vs. Dan Moloney: skipped

Match 3 - Ryusuke Taguchi vs. Lio Rush: I'm gonna be honest, I refuse to skip this match mostly because I need to see if Taguchi stays serious or not, I'm hooked. Otherwise I would have skipped it simply because I only have so much time and there is so much wrestling. During Lio's entrance they mentioned him being attacked by Evil yesterday, and like this is the oldest of news but I still can't even that they just have a wrestler named EVIL. Oh. Okay we have TJP on commentary idk if I can do this. He just irks me as a character. 😞 Poor Taguchi. TJP did not annoy me as much as I thought he would, at least so far. The continuing building lore of the onion lol.

Match 4 - Clark Connors vs. Robbie Eagles: Seriously need ZSJ's son to stop being cute on the ring apron.

Match 5 - Sho vs. Mike Bailey: Hehe, I hope Bailey kills him. HAHA I'M GOING TO FIGHT SHO FOR ATTACKING BAILEY WITH THE CHAIR BEFORE THE MATCH WHY ISN'T ANYONE STOPPING HIM HAHA GIVE ME A HAMMER, PAC. I'm going to shove Sho's wrench up his ass for attacking Speedball with it. DO Y'ALL NOT HAVE ANY OTHER REFS THAT AREN'T BUSY RN BECAUSE THIS GOING ON ON A LONG TIME WITH THE CHEATY CHEATING. Speedball still wins!!! YEAH!! Young Lions can we get the ref some ice please? Speedball using the chair as a cane 😢.

Match 6 - Kevin Knight vs. Francesco Akira: skipped

Match 7 - Titán vs. Taiji Ishimori: Pretty pretty Taiji, pretty Taiji. Can he not look directly into the camera I am FRAGILE. Why does his hair look so soft. I'm feeling so normal about him. Sidenote, TJP's comments on Titán were interesting to hear. TJP and Kevin Kelly memeing about Finlay sitting in an office, going over BC's paperwork to evaluate them lol. KEVIN KELLY POINTING OUT THAT GEDO IS THE ONE RUNNING BC.

Match 8 - El Desperado vs. Bushi: skipped

Match 9 - Hiromu Takahashi vs. Douki: Well I made post about how I DIED during his entrance, so let's just pick up from there. He took the jacket off and it's worse now because his pretty arms are out. He is bouncing around so full of energy it's so cute. I love seeing the Daryls and other Takahashi family in the crowd during Hiromu's entrance. I miss not having Chris on commentary to tell us what Hiromu's book says. OH MY GOSH SUDDEN CLOSE UP OF DOUKI SO PRETTY. I"m fine this is fine. Can we never let him wear my favorite color again please? The way he MOVES. Douki Chokey!! MAINTAINING WRIST CONTROL AND TRANSITIONING SO SMOOTHLY. Okay like I KNOW they're not gonna put Douki over the champ on night 2 BUT THESE NEAR COUNTS HAVE ME OUT OF BREATH TRULY I CANNOT BREATHE. Gosh, like Douki did SO WELL and fought SO HARD and I knew he wouldn't win against the champ on night 2 but OH MY THAT WAS INTENSE.

Just the main event. Wato and Yoh. Not sure I can handle it right now. OOPS HAHA POST MATCH ANGY DISHELVED DOUKI okay we're good now.

Match 10 - Yoh vs. Master Wato: If Yoh can stop with the cocky facial expression and put his tongue away that would be appreciated. The fact that his "ring jacket" atire has THREE SEPARATE LAYERS he has to remove before the match is so Yoh. OH MY GOSH HIS. HIS. And he's so. Is he. The LIKE. SASS? THE BRIDGE ALDKFJALDKJFA . Wato's tights are so elegant and intricatnly patterned. YOH IS POSING TO TAUNT. Still can't believe he's bearing his calves. DOES WATO HAVE A SCAR ON HIS SIDE? Gosh Yoh's movemensts are just so fluid. These two are really fun to watch work with each other. WHERE IS YOH GOING LOL HE JUST JOGGED OFF. He's talking a stroll alkdjaldkj. Is Yoh gonna turn heel (maybe it's already happened since I'm only on Night 2), I'm not sure I'll survive that. THAT TAKEDOWN. 🥺🥺Yoh patting the little boy's head🥺🥺 TJP referred to Yoh's arm/shoulder that Wato was targeting as his "hurt wing" and now I'm imagining bird Yohhhhh Sidenote: I love Red Shoes Wato lying in pain on the mat😞 I'd like a dozen more of these two against each other please. Yoh just did the most dramatic drop sell, I love him. WATO DON'T PULL ON HIS CUSTOM JEAN TRUNKS. THAT POISONRANA. OKAY THAT'S A STRONG HIT ALKDJALDKJ. DIRECT DRIVE THIS HAS GOTTA BE IT. Love a cover where the winner is JUST AS EXHAUSTED AS THE OPPONENT THAT MAN IS DED. Gosh he's so pretty. They're both so talented and I love them, amazing main event!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOH FREAKING ROLLLING BACK INTO THE RING WITH THE MIC AND JUST LIKE. FLAILING AROUND LMAO WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Oh he's standing now OH HE'S SCREAMING NOW LOL "Eloquently put" -TJP lol. I wish Chris was here to translate what Yoh was yelling about, but from what I can tell he's being a bit of a diva lol. He sure does love to yell this boi. He's walking to the back so sassily aldkjaldkja.

"For TJP and the Onion, I'm Kevin Kelly" lmao

#bosj 30 #elle watches njpw

[cametotheshowinsd]

coney island - Taylor Swift ft. The National 'Cause we were like the mall before the Internet It was the one place to be The mischief, the gift wrapped suburban dreams Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring

#coney island #tayor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #the national #lyrics #I kinda..like this? #it started with a movie I just watched and there's a scene of this big coney island mardi gras board #and I was like 'there must be some girl sitting on a bench there wondering where did her baby go' #and I thought yeah why not let Finlay do that #so this set happened

[deanwithscissors]

Daddy’s In Trouble

Title: Home Sweet Home Timestamp

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2793

Warnings: Daddy ackles (father not sir), swearing, hand job, female masturbation, unprotected sex, sub!jensen, restrained 

Summary: Jensen’s in trouble for allowing the kids to watch Hocus Pocus before bed time

A/N: this is my halloween fic, yes late, but hey-ho jensen’s in cuffs ;)

A thick black curtain descended Colorado into almost complete darkness as the rubber tires of the vehicle rumbled across the tarmac and the stars twinkled deep in space furiously fighting for the spotlight. A perfectly round glowing orb filled the night sky providing guidance through the shadows and sabotaging the fear factor that surrounded All Hallows Eve, although [Y/N] being [Y/N] meant that she was on edge no matter what.

Nudging the car door shut with her foot, she struggled with the overstuffed bags as she climbed the porch stairs and awkwardly avoided the pumpkins and other Halloween decorations displayed outside her home. Tumbling through the front door, exhausted, she dropped the heavy bags in the hallway and went on a silent hunt for her family.

Entering the living room she found Jensen hidden under their three kids on the sofa. Aurora was on the centre of his lap, as usual. Finlay was tucked into his left side and Jade snuggled into his right. Remains of popcorn and other snacks sprinkled their chests and contaminated the bright orange blanket they were secured under.

Roe was half asleep, her eyes fluttering closed. Finlays tiny hand was wrapped tightly around Jensens thumb and Jades eyes were glued to the TV as the three Sanderson sisters from Hocus Pocus turned into a plume of coloured smoke and burst from the school chimney.

“Jensen!” [Y/N] shouted, hands on her hips and brows furrowed. 

Jensen and the three kids bounced with a scream. “Jesus [Y/N] don’t sneak up like that,” he huffed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he took her in. 

“You know they’re not allowed to watch this movie before bed!” She barked. Jensen innocently pointed to Jade as if it was her fault. “Do I need to remind you that you’re the adult here?" The ‘really’ glare on her face said all that needed to be said. 

“But babe it’s Jades favourite Halloween movie and it’s All Hallows’ Eve, are you really gonna spoil the fun?!”

“Wow guilt tripping huh?” she said crossing her arms over her chest.

“C’mon stop being such a grump and get in here,” Jensen replied, patting the sofa. 

“Yeah mommy watch with us,” Jade said, displaying her toothy grin.

“Mommy!” Finlay squealed, holding out his arms.

With her babies pleading for her to join the family cuddle and her husbands green puppy dog eyes, she couldn’t say no.

Picking Fin up she took his spot next to Jensen, the toddler instantly curled into her neck and hugged her tightly. Sleepy Roe reached out to her mom. “Hey baby girl,” [Y/N] smiled at her daughter. Roe partially smiled back then closed her eyes as her head flopped to the side.

“How was the store, get everything?” Jensen asked turning his head to look at his wife, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Mmmhmm, all the outfits are complete and ready for tomorrow.”

“Is that the ones for the kids, or the one for you?” he asked with his brow cocked.

“Both,” she grinned back.

“Am I getting a sneak peak?”

“After pulling this stunt-” she gestured to the TV, “you ruined that chance, you’ll just have to wait til tomorrow.”

“Who’s guilt tripping now?”

“Watch your mouth, you’re already in trouble,” she playfully sneered.

“Why daddy in trouble mommy?” Jade asked.

“Because he let you guys-” she gently prodded her index finger against her daughters chest, “watch this movie before bed and you’re gonna be up all night scared.”

“Nooo, we’re not babies!” Jade huffed.

“Don’t remind me,” Jensen said under his breath but loud enough for [Y/N] to catch. The thought of their children not being actual babies anymore was slightly terrifying, they were growing, changing, learning and exploring so fast, too fast.

The parents wanted to stop time and live in this one moment for a thousand lifetimes. Gazing at her husband [Y/N] ran her hand through his darkened, longer hair, a soft smile gracing her lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he leaned in and pecked her lips. 

The family reminded huddled together on the sofa and watched Hocus Pocus in silence until the very end. Jensen made sure to hold [Y/N]s hand in prep for the scene where Binx dies, she’d seen this movie hundreds of times and she’d cried at the same bit every single time.

“It’s okay baby, he comes back,” Jensen had said as if she’d never seen the movie before and didn’t know the black cat wasn’t gone forever. Jade didn’t even shed a tear and she had a humongous heart, especially for animals.

Getting the kids to bed this evening was super easy, they had stayed up way past their bedtime; at nine minutes past ten the twins were completely passed out and Jade was on the verge of being unconscious too. 

The adults sighed in glee once the kids were in bed, as if a switch had been flicked the mood in the Ackles household manifested. “We’ve got some us time, what do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.

“You know what I wanna do,” she grinned. 

“Mrs Ackles I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

“Well Mr Ackles you see, you’ve been bad and I think you need to pay for it.”

“Oh yeah and how do you propose I apologise?”

“I would love for you to eat me out ‘til I cum on your face, but that would be a reward that you don’t deserve, so you Mr are gonna be restrained to the bed and I’m gonna ride you for my own pleasure.”

“Yes ma-am,” Jensen said grinning wildly. In a flash he picked her up and shoved her against the wall with a vicious snarl, producing a grunt from her.

“Ssshhh you’ll wake the kids you idiot,” [Y/N] giggled as he nipped at her neck and squeezed her ass unforgivingly. 

“Fuck, the things I wanna do to you, I wanna make you scream.”

“Yeah well, not happening, you’re mine tonight and I’m gonna use you however I want.”

“Please do,” he mumbled into her neck as he carried her to their bedroom.

His dick was already solid by the time her feet hit the floor. The roles reversed instantly, despite being five foot one to his six foot one frame [Y/N] silently ordered Jensen around and he submitted without hesitation. She wasted no time stripping them both, positioning him on his back on the bed and snatching the silver handcuffs from the bedside drawer. 

The metal was as cold as ice, nipping his skin as the cuffs locked around his wrists. With his arms stretched above him he was all hers for the taking, but there was no chance she could take him yet. No, she’d have to work herself loose before she could sit on him. 

[Y/N] sat on her heels in front of Jensen on the bed, his eyes glued to her hand that skimmed over her skin towards her core.

A sigh of relief washed over her when her fingers collided with her clit. 

“Y’know I could’ve helped you out with this bit,” Jensen said.

“I’m good, I don’t need you,” she replied, smirking.

That was a lie, she wasn’t fond of pleasuring herself, especially when compared to Jensens talents her lone releases were weak, but she didn’t need to go the full way alone tonight, just do enough to open her up so he could fill her.

When she noticed he was starting to enjoy the show a little too much, she decided she was prepared enough. Bounding onto him like a surfboard, steadying his shaft with a tight grip she sank onto him. Inch by hefty inch his swollen length filled her.

“Fuck,” she moaned when he was seated to the hilt.

“You o-”

Placing a finger over his lips she silenced him as if he was nothing more than a hard dick to ride. [Y/N] burst into a frenzy of action, all guns blazing she bounced on him full pelt. Despite her telling him off earlier for being too noisy, the metal cuffs smashed and clashed against the wood, sure to leave slight bruising on his wrists and wake up the kids, but she didn’t care.

He packed her to the point of pain, but it only added fuel to the fire. Furiously circling her clit with all four fingertips, leaning back so his dick hit the glorious spot that sent her into a meltdown, she ground her hips viciously. Hunger surged through her mind, body and soul as she was thrown into a tornado of harrowing pleasure. 

A gushing tidal wave of overstimulation swept [Y/N] off the planet, with a primal wail and groan she collapsed onto Jensens chest, her entire body mimicking an epileptic seizure. Knuckles white, she crushed the flesh of his shoulders holding on for dear life as the surge of arousal kept coming.

“Slow down baby,” Jensen said with a husky voice that made her quake harder and moan louder.

[Y/N] becoming overwhelmed and hyper aroused often happened when she took control, mostly because she was impatient as hell, and without him to hold her back she’d run all engines full steam ahead until she burnt herself out.

Jensen having the patience of a saint waited out the small break she needed to calm down, all the while he fought to keep his throbbing dick under control, one thing he wasn’t so good at.

The metal clanked and restrained him as he tried to cup her face when she rose from the dead off his chest. “Take it easy,” he reminded her softly.

“Watch your mouth Ackles, you’re already walking on thin ice and as I’m sure you’ve noticed, you’ve put on some beef recently.” Jensen inhaled, ready to fire back, but she stopped him. “Don’t even. Keep your mouth shut or I’ll find something to shut it with,” she snapped before kissing him hungrily. He was right, she did need to slow down, but she’d give him no satisfaction of acknowledging that fact.

Their tongues tumbled as their crotches collided. He wanted to bury his hands into her hair, pull her closer and kiss her deeper, but he was restrained, and completely subdued to her mercy.

She rocked on him effortlessly, moving in all the rights ways that made her feel good. Thrashing around as if on a river raft barrelling down the water on an unstoppable path. Her fury flowed like lava spewing from a volcano, her passion deadly like forty foot waves attacking a ship in the middle of the sea. He was a lamb, she was the slaughter and she was gonna bleed him dry.

Tilting back once more to allow Jensens dick to hit that extremely sensitive spot deep inside her, she was right on the track to blowing. “Fuck Jensen, you feel so good,” she hissed, one hand massaging her left breast while the other was circling her clit, “fuck, so deep.” Her moans were filthy and deplorable sending Jensen into a whirlwind of lust.

Desperate to please her he bucked his hips, the dragging of shaft against her walls had him scrunching his eyes shut and biting his lip as he groaned at her tightness. He spewed profanities as her barely there weight swayed on him and his thick erection was swallowed by her hole. “Fff-uck,” he grunted.

[Y/N] stopped dead. “Don’t you dare cum, not until I have,” she told him, her blazing jade eyes searing his soul. 

He whined in protest, rattling his wrists in the cuffs in a fable attempt to escape and consume her how he wanted to.

“Don’t be a little shit Jensen, or I won’t let you cum at all.” With that warning she wore the devils smirk and upped the anti, rocking on him furiously as he stuffed her, teasing her clit to reach the peak. 

The rope holding her together so frayed it was tethered by one single strand, disintegrating every second as she kept on riding her badly behaved husband. Her thighs cramped as the walls of their bedroom closed in, his heft stretching her so wide she was sure he’d split her in two. She was lost to the abundance of pleasure rippling over her skin, electrifying her nerves and crushing her lungs, everything but his dick and her pussy fading into nothing.

Distraught with lust she tipped forward, her hand leaving her breast to spread over his pec as she geared up for the last push before the big bang. His skin was baby soft, drizzled in sweat and muscles rock solid under her palm, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon.

Although her top half was leaning in she almost broke her back from dipping her hips, but the new angle was glorious. Only three dampened thrusts in this position and the rope snapped, summersaulting her into blissful oblivion.

Jensen loved this moment more than anything, that precise second after she was frozen still like a corpse, when the floodgates opened and she reached the wonderful world of climax. Her mouth gaping wide, sinful sounds filling the room, pussy clenching his shaft tight enough to leave him junk-less. She was the eighth wonder of the world and she was his.

Enthralled by her release his balls burst as agonising arousal was converted into excruciating pleasure. His pelvis had a mind of its own as it pounded into her, his arms yanking at the cuffs begging to be let go, his roars creating a melody to the soundtrack of metal and wood.

[Y/N] could have come again from just watching Jensen hit his climax, if she wasn’t so wiped out. She collapsed onto his chest in a quivering mess, heart thundering, pussy throbbing and limbs shaking as Jensens body spasmed below.

“You gonna get these off?” Jensen asked breathless.

“Hmm no, not yet,” she sniggered while burying her face into his neck and cuddling his torso. 

The couple remained stagnant for over five minutes, allowing their muscles to ease and minds to calm as they rolled in the fields of bliss post orgasm. 

“I love you,” [Y/N] said, sitting up.

“I love you too,” Jensen replied. 

Splaying her hands on his chest she leaned forward manoeuvring her hips, inch by inch Jensens soft dick slipped out.

Finally empty a mix of their fluids splatted onto Jensens stomach.

“So sexy,” [Y/N] said with a faint chuckle as they inspected the aftermath of sex.

“Don’t lie you love it,” Jensen grinned. 

“Only with you,” she said, and she meant it.

She’d been sexually active for twenty-five years, almost sixteen of those were exclusive to Jensen and he was the only one to make her come. Every sexual encounter before him ended in a mess, only without her hitting the big bang, a waste of fucking time, but hey Jensen was sure as hell making up for the shit sex in her past.

“Fuck I wanna ride you again,” she said biting her lip, her sleepy hooded eyes drinking him in.

“I’m not saying no,” he informed her, his dick already stiffening again.

A high pitched wailing rumbled the silent home, growing louder each second as an extremely upset Jade barrelled down the hallway towards her parents bedroom.

“For fucks sake, this is your fault,” [Y/N] sneered at Jensen as she leapt off the bed. Her foot caught in the bedsheet sending her crashing to the floor. “Jesus, fuck!”

Springing back up into view with a flamboyant flip of her long red hair, she slipped into his t-shirt. 

“At least we got to finish,” Jensen shrugged.

“Barely,” she lightly snorted, heading for the door.

“Uh babe?” Jensen said as if she’d just walked away while in the middle of an important conversation. 

[Y/N] stopped and turned to face Jensen, all ten of his fingers were spread wide, but overlapping as the cuffs still barricaded him to the bed frame.

“Oops,” she chuckled, dashing to his his side to release him and hide the evidence of their sexual activities from their five year old daughter, managing to cover his bottom half just as their bedroom door burst open.

“What’s wrong Jade?” [Y/N] asked the howling five year old as she dropped to her knees to be level with  her daughter. 

“W-w-winnie,” she gasped as tears spilled down her cheeks.

[Y/N] glared at Jensen with a cocked brow. Jensen lightly shrugged and half smiled as if apologising. 

“How about we go make a hot chocolate huh?” She said soothingly.

Jade nodded her head while sniffling. [Y/N] once again turned to her husband, he mouthed ‘thank you’ and she rolled her eyes playfully.

By the time his wife and daughter were back with a delicious hot chocolate Jensen had recovered and flipped into daddy mode.

“You feeling better now pickle?” Jensen asked when Jades mug was empty.

“Yeah daddy,” the sleepy five year old mumbled.

With a tummy full of warm cocoa Jensen carried Jade back to her bed, staying to read her a story until she fell asleep. 

By the time he returned to [Y/N] she was completely passed out too. He couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have such a wonderful family. 

#jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles fan fic

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Raise the Stakes, Part 8

I swear, I will wind this one up in the not-too-distant future but I keep kind of thinking of different things to do with it. Bad writer, bad. Finish your work!

You can find the previous bits of the story:

Place Your Bets

Part one two three four five six seven

Pairing: David Finlay x OFC (referenced Jay White x OFC)

Word count: 3,824

Content advisory: graphic sexual content, cursing

You feel like an idiot for actually believing that he was going to talk to you the next day, or that he was going to do anything other than ignore you the way he has since your arrival. If anything, he’s ignoring you harder than ever, or at least taking greater pains to be anywhere around you. If you see him, he’s always moving and with others. The wall between you is so thick you start gaslighting yourself, wondering if you imagined the tryst in your car.

The whole company is buzzing. It’s the last few days before the big Slammiversary show, the peak of their year. The excitement for the show and for finally having a small audience is mingled with the knowledge that every year, there are some surprises. THe bigwigs play their cards close to their chests, which means that the talent and behind the scenes people, yourself very much included, don’t know who could pop out at any moment. New Japan has been frustratingly tight-lipped. It’s supposed to be your job to bridge the gaps between New Japan and Impact but no one will tell you who might be trying to cross those bridges.

Is Nagata coming back? You’ll find out.

Another appearance by Phantasmo? Wait and see.

Tama and Tanga are mouthing off at the Good Brothers all the time on social media. Are they showing up?

It’s like shouting at a wall.

Finlay and Robinson are there, they tell you. Take care of them.

It’s almost more frustrating to hear that because, of course, you’d like to do that but one of them is very determined not to let that happen.

By Thursday afternoon, you’ve done everything you can.

“Take a day off,” Scott Damore, the man tasked with keeping this little beehive running tells you. “Go home and relax. You’ll want to be rested for Saturday.”

You want to tell him there’s no need for you to leave now but your aching back, neck, and head disagree.

“What time do you need me here Saturday?”

“Morning?” He looks surprised. “Just come in an hour or so before the show.”

“But what do you need me to do?”

“Sit in the audience, cheer at the right points, look excited if the camera passes you.”

“That’s it?”

“There’s nothing that needs to be liaised in the middle of a show. Grab a seat, have some fun. Be a fan for a few hours.”

You laugh a little because you can’t remember the last time you were able to just be a fan.

“You do like wrestling, don’t you?”

“I do,” you chuckle. “I just don’t really have the opportunity to indulge that very often.”

“So go home, have a nice dinner and a glass of wine. Do whatever it takes to get rid of that headache that I can see right through your skull. Spend the day in your pajamas playing videogames with teenagers online.”

You rise slowly, thanking him as you move to go.

“Hey,” he calls softly, “you’re doing a great job. Don’t think they’re not going to hear about it in Tokyo.”

It’s such a sweet note to leave on that you’re most of the way home, or to the temporary rental that’s passing for home right now, before you think about the fact that you haven’t laid eyes on David all day. He’s been around, because if he hadn’t been, you’re the one who would have had to field questions about it. But he’s been invisible to you.

You end up taking Scott’s suggestions very much to heart. You order dinner from the Chinese place you’ve become addicted to, watch early episodes of The Walking Dead, and have a couple of drinks until you can feel a warm blanket of sleepiness wrapping itself around you.

And that’s when your doorbell rings.

You grab your phone, although there’s a large part of you that wants to ignore it because it’s a little unnervingly late to be getting callers. But you pick it up just on that off chance, because there’s that sliver of hope that it’s…

“It’s David.” He sounds tired and grumpy but you don’t even care because he’s there, at your door and it makes your heart race. You buzz him in and then just stand in front of your apartment door like a complete idiot until you hear him knock.

As soon as you open the door, though, your heart sinks.

“Seriously?” he snaps, holding your panties up for anyone to see.

“How long does it take you to go through your damn pockets,” you hiss, trying to hide how close you are to crying.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You want me to get a restraining order?”

“I’m sorry,” you croak. “I know it was stupid, I just thought maybe if I left you a little reminder that… I don’t know. I thought that if I could get you back once…”

“You did not get me back. I’ve been lonely and I had a weak moment. And even then I couldn’t bring myself to fuck you.”

“Fine. I misinterpreted and thought it was me you wanted. Happy to have given you a show and a nice warm surface to rub one out.”

He throws your panties on the floor without another word. Now you have a problem. You know perfectly well that the second you let him out of your sight, he’s going to disappear. But the door to your apartment is going to lock automatically if it closes unless you step back inside and adjust it. So if you want to avoid giving him the chance to run away, you have to find a way to reach your discarded panties without allowing the door to close behind you.

Awkwardly, you bend forward but it’s immediately obvious that the offending garment is still out of reach. You try looking at him but he seems amused by your predicament. So you have to get right down on your knees and stretch, all while keeping your foot on the door, which weighs a ton. You’ve never felt less elegant in your life, nor more ridiculous than when you glare up at him. His expression is scornful and amused, but there’s a hint of something else you can see in his eyes. There you are, the bitch who he believes used him, the one who’s been begging for his attention, now on her knees in the most humiliating position.

You grab the scrap of fabric and scramble into a standing position before starting to speak. Unfortunately, you move enough that your foot slips from the door. You flinch as you hear the heavy thud.

“Fuck!” he yelps, loud enough you think the neighbors will show up.

It takes a second for you to register that he stuck his hand up to stop the door from closing and that the full weight of it crashed onto his fingers.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” It’s like every time he gets near you, something awful happens to him.

You push the door open and take his hand, trying to see if there’s any damage. He’s obviously irritated and tries to pull it back but it occurs to you that this could be serious.

“Come on, you have to at least let me put some ice on that.”

“No.”

“You have to. If it swells up, your hand could be screwed up for Saturday.”

He looks positively disgusted as it dawns on him that you’re right but he lets you lead him gently into your apartment.

You take out your ice tray and wrap a few cubes in the dish towel, pressing it softly against his hand. He swats you away and holds the makeshift ice pack himself. There’s a little grunted sound that might be a thank you.

“What even happened?”

“I thought the door was going to lock if it closed, I just tried to stop it. Don’t know why I did that.”

“Thank you,” you say softly, guilt soaking your voice. “I would have been locked out.”

“Boohoo.”

“I’m really sorry about the panties, I just-”

“You’re just a disaster area and I need to stay the fuck away from you. I should have just thrown your little present in your face at the show.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t.”

“I’m going to wait a few minutes until I’m sure my hand is ok. I would really appreciate it if you would just not speak for the rest of the time I’m here.”

The look on his face is so pained, so defeated, that you just nod and look at the floor. But you can’t hold it in. The insanity of the situation you’ve put yourself in and the feeling of having him close enough to touch while also being so remote burns through your insides like a wildfire and you just… break.

You let one loud yelp out and then it’s nothing but tears and loud sobbing. He immediately looks up at you and although your vision is blurred, his expression isn’t unsympathetic but that just makes it worse and you cry harder as you try to speak.

“You’re right, you should stay away from me… I thought that if I came here… I thought that if you knew I left him… that I left him for you…”

Your voice breaks up and you have to wipe your face just to keep yourself focused.

“I didn’t think about how bad I am… for you… for whatever… I just wanted…”

You break down in sobs again and you’re just about to go and hide on the balcony until he leaves when it happens. A miracle. He lays the towel on the counter and walks towards you. Even through your tears, you can see that his expression is much softer and that allows you to hold it together until he lays his hands on your shoulders and pulls you just a little closer.

At that point, once again, you lose it, the memory of how that touch felt back before you’d made a mess of everything. He presses you close to his chest, which amplifies the feeling and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, cupping your face with his hand.

You open your eyes a little and he makes a face.

“You’re a mess.”

“I know,” you blurt. “I don’t know why I do the shit I do, it’s just-”

“No, I mean your face… there’s mascara stuff happening. It looks like an oil spill.”

Despite yourself, you laugh, holding back the tears as he uses his sleeve to wipe your face.

“Your hands are freezing.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have another pair with me. Besides, it helps with swelling, remember?”

You laugh a little again, trembling when he holds your face in his hands. For the first time in ages, he doesn’t have any of that vicious resentment in his eyes. It’s almost like the way he looked at you that day you had breakfast in the cafe, just sadder.

He looks at you that way for what feels like a long time, allowing you to regain control of yourself.

“You have really cute ears.”

“Wh- what?”

He smiles. “Your ears. They’re so cute, you have no idea. You always have your hair pulled back or up and I just remember noticing at one point. I’d smile about it all the time when you weren’t looking.”

“How do ears… be cute?” You can’t imagine what he’s talking about and yet the weirdness of the compliment makes it wonderful.

“Come here.” He takes you by the wrist and leads you into the bathroom. He positions you in front of the mirror, standing behind you and pulling you back against his chest. He takes your jaw in his hand and gently turns your head so that you can see the side of your face and your apparently adorable ear.

“You see,” he explains, running his thumb delicately along the outer ridge, “it’s kind of big and round up here, and then it tapers right off into this perfectly proportional little lobe and it looks like a half a heart. So they look like two halves of a heart. I can’t believe you’ve never noticed this before.”

He laughs softly and presses his face against yours, the scrape of his beard on your skin sending shivers through your whole body. His lips touch your cheek so fleetingly that you almost wonder if you’ve imagined it.

“Crying takes it out of you,” he sighs. “Let’s put you to bed.”

You feel numb as he leads you into the bedroom and helps you onto the bed before turning to close your blinds.

“Do you like being back in the States?” you ask, hoping you can stretch out his visit a little longer.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, it’s weird, all the back and forth lately. I swear I think I’m still jet lagged, or I’m just permanently fucked up.”

You smile as he sits down on the side of the bed. He smiles back but he makes no move to touch you or get closer.

“How do you like Impact?”

“I like not working Japanese hours.”

“Damn, I’ll bet. It’s one thing with the wrestlers but they don’t give you guys a break ever.”

You suddenly realize that you don’t want to talk about your work in Japan at all.

“I heard your brother is getting into wrestling too now?”

“Yup. I’m not sure Dad wanted either of us doing this for a living but I guess it really is in the blood.”

He takes your hands and places them on your stomach, very ladylike and demure, and pats them with his.

“You need to get some sleep. I’ll go fight with the door to get out.”

“Tell me a bedtime story?” You try to make yourself sound as cute and harmless as possible and not like some crazed broad desperate to prolong the moment.

“No.”

You pout a little, gratified when you hear him chuckle.

“Ok, once upon a time there was an extremely silly little princess who could never figure out what she wanted. And no one ever seemed to be able to help her decide what that was, no matter how hard they tried. The end.”

You can’t help but give a wry laugh at that. “At least it’s nice to be a princess.”

“Who said I was talking about you?”

You stare at him a long time, trying to figure out how to untie all the knots of what you’ve done. You can’t even imagine. You’re still trying to figure it out when he bends down and touches his lips, very softly, very quickly, to yours.

He pulls back but then almost immediately repeats the gesture. Then repeats it again. And again. He shifts so that he’s hovering over you, continuing to give you these little kisses.

“Stop that,” he rasps.

“Stop what? You’re the one kissing me.”

“Hm. I guess you’re right.” He leans in again. “Stop me.”

“I don’t want to.”

He doesn’t stop.

“Yeah, I don’t really want you to stop me either.”

And from that point, it gets more insistent, more romantic, and more passionate, until you feel him easing your pants down and running his hands over your thighs and ass. Determined that he is not just going to turn this into another resentful mutual masturbation session, you pull at his shirt. He wriggles free of it immediately easing you out of yours.

“How do you manage to run around without a bra on like that?” He squeezes and licks at your breasts with a little wink.

“I’m in my own apartment. I’m allowed to walk around however I want.”

“Yeah. But you don’t always wear one at work either, do you?”

He crashes his mouth into yours, tongue eagerly breaching your lips.

“Don’t think I don’t notice,” he pants.

He slides down and presses his face between your legs before you can think of a witty comeback, and once he does, you can’t think of anything. It’s so intense, so determined the way he goes at this, the way he picks up on every little twitch and tremor in your body, how he paces himself and you enough that it never feels like a rush to a goal. You don’t deserve this. You have no right to have him be this good to you.

You twist your hand in his hair, pulling it loose from the disheveled bun he’s always sporting. The parts of it that were trapped inside are still damp and you tug firmly to make him look up at you.

“Did you shower before you came over here?”

He smiles coyly and presses two fingers inside you, curling them like he’s beckoning you forward, making you moan and twist even as you’re trying to keep your mind focused.

“I shower pretty frequently,” he grins, “what’s it to you?”

He presses his lips close to your clit, allowing his tongue to flick ever so lightly against it.

“I don’t know,” you breathe, trying not to get overwhelmed by what he’s doing, “I like thinking you got yourself all cleaned up and handsome for me.”

You feel the soft vibrations of his laughter as he dives back into you, tongue pushing up inside you and making you scream before you grab at his hair again.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this,” you whimper.

“Oh I love doing it.”

“I mean I don’t know why you’re doing this to me, when I’ve been so-”

You’re cut off as he goes right back at it, licking and pushing harder for a few seconds before he whispers, “If you had any idea how often I’ve jerked off fantasizing about eating you out, you’d probably stop speaking to me.”

With that he pins you down and continues in earnest, going at you with a zealot’s vigor so that you can’t question him or do anything but scream and beg him to continue what he’s doing until you fall apart, trembling and gasping.

You feel him wriggle out of his pants before he pulls you onto his lap, kissing you and playfully biting at your lips, his arms wound tight around your waist. You run your hand slowly down the length of his shaft, smiling at the little gasp this elicits.

“I want you inside me.”

“Yeah…” the hesitance in his voice terrifies you. “I was… I was hopeful enough to get all showered and freshened up before I came over but I wasn’t so confident that I actually brought any kind of protection with me.”

“I’m on birth control. And I get checked regularly, I swear, I’m-”

He kisses you hard, so passionately that you almost tumble over.

“You sure?” he whispers when he breaks the kiss.

“Very sure.”

He flips you onto your knees and pulls your hips back towards him. As he enters you, you realize that you’d convinced yourself you weren’t ever going to get this again. It’s like a reprieve from prison, feeling him fill you up.

He leans down enough that the feathery tips of his hair brush against the skin of your back, a stark contrast to the powerful hold he has on your hips. There’s an unbroken stream of praises coming from him but all you can think of to whimper in response is, “Thank you.”

“What?”

He slows his pace just a little.

“Thank you,” you repeat. “I didn’t think you’d want to touch me again. I don’t deserve you being this good to me.”

“Oh sweetheart no.” He pulls you up and holds you against his damp chest, one hand immediately falling to your clit while he continues to thrust inside you. “It’s ok, I’ve got you. I want to feel you come again, I want you to come on my cock.”

You let yourself relax into his touch and it takes very little time until he has you falling apart for him again, your muscles contracting sharply around him as he clearly fights to keep control.

He flips you onto your back like you’re nothing and smiles down at your dazed face.

“Let’s do this right.”

He leans down and pushes himself back inside you slowly crushing your body close to his and planting a fierce kiss on your lips. His movements are agonizingly slow, letting you feel every bit of what’s happening, picking up only when you hitch your hips against his. He keeps you wrapped up tight and close, faces practically touching as he finally lets himself come, eyes locked on yours. It’s a long, tender few minutes while he holds you, touching his lips to your forehead.

“I love you.” You just put it out there before the post-coital haze can fade, hoping it’ll stop him from closing himself off again.

“I love you too,” he whispers, nuzzling against the side of your head. “But you knew that already.”

You dig your nails into his shoulders a little.

“Stay with me. Sleep here, please.”

He looks thoughtful but it doesn’t take long for him to smile, stroking your cheek as he does.

“Yeah,” he beams, “I will.”

He rolls onto his side and pulls you close again.

“Did you seriously think I was going to be able to stay away from you forever?”

“Yes. I was pretty sure that you didn’t entirely want to, but I figured you’d fight it off.”

“How long have we known each other?”

“About six years.”

“You were working at the dojo and we all used to hang out together, right?”

“Yes.”

“How long had we been there before I asked you out to dinner?”

“I don’t know. A few months.”

“Closer to four. And I was already so hung up on you that I could barely think straight when you were around.”

You look at him in surprise. Yes, you’d known that he’d flirted a lot, but at that point all the boys at the dojo were trying to scheme their way into your pants. You’d always assumed that his real interest had developed much later.

“Yeah,” he says, noticing your expression, “I was that into you that early. And you know damn well it only got more intense from there.”

He wraps his arms around you and presses your head against his chest, kissing your hair. “And you thought that having finally gotten to take you to bed, having gotten you to say that you liked me, that I was going to be able to walk away?”

You squeeze him tight and nestle against him, your head immediately finding its way to the hollow of his shoulder. And as soon as it does, your whole body feels warm and safe and content. You want to keep talking to him but you can’t because this sort of bliss doesn't allow you to stay awake.

#david finlay fanfic #david finlay imagine #njpw fanfic #njpw imagine #impact wrestling fanfic #jay white fanfic #jay white imagine #wrestling imagine #wrestling fanfiction #wayward wrestle writing

[corvus--rex]

Long ago I had a writer's fever dream where I thought "What if Keith had a twin? And what if that twin was on the Kerberos mission..." So I decided to rewrite VLD from the beginning with these things in mind. This one's pretty well given up on as of right now. I realized that I needed to figure out how to fit people in and never quite got there. Anyway, here's the first ~1.3k words of Double Threat (working title). (also, for the record, I don't actually ship Keith & Matt, but ocs are always fair game ;) )

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“Why you? Why does it have to be you? If anything – and I mean anything – happened…I…I don’t know what I’d do. Not after…” Keith began his rant angry, furious even. But then the walls began to crumble like they always did around his brother, and the truth began to slip out.

Finlay stopped. He sighed, turning around. They’d gone over this so many times. Despite their both still being cadets at the Galaxy Garrison, despite both of them having unmatched scores in their classes and flight training, it was Finlay who was chosen in the new mentorship program. It was Finlay who had been selected for the opportunity to go along on the Kerberos Mission as a co-pilot, to have the experience of real space flight. They both knew why. Not that it made sense to anyone but Commander Iverson.

Keith and Finlay, despite being identical twins, despite having nearly identical scores, weren’t viewed the same way by some of the Garrison’s faculty. The brothers stuck together, backing each other up in everything. But James Griffin had gone out of his way to harass Keith one day, and Keith snapped, getting into a fistfight with the other boy. Ever since then, Iverson had decided that Keith was trouble, even though the class full of witnesses all said the same thing: that Griffin had purposely goaded Keith into that fight.

“I know. But I’ll be with Shiro, and Sam. And Matt. We’ll be fine.” Finlay huffed a laugh. “If anything, you’ll have the tougher job. Keeping Katie in line.”

Keith cracked a smile, albeit a small one. His brother considered that a win.

“Of course,” he said with a knowing smirk, “That also means I won’t be around to give you someone to hide behind whenever your crush is around.”

Keith’s smile hardened into a glare at his twin. “Fuck.”

“Sorry,” Finlay said, smirk still in place, “Looks like you’re just gonna have to deal with McClain all on your own for a few months.”

“Kill me now.”

The smirk widened into a grin. “Nope. Either suffer, get over it, or y’know…just fucking tell him.”

“Never gonna happen,” Keith said, but his immediate stress had been relieved.

“You say that now, dear brother, but you are way the fuck too gay to keep it to yourself without me.”

“You’re just as gay as I am.”

Finlay slung an arm around his brother’s shoulders. “Oh, well aware. How else would I know?”

Keith snorted. “Yeah, about that. How areyou planning on dealing with being out in space? With Matt? In such close quarters?”

“Fuck you,” Finlay spat without malice, shoving his brother, who only laughed.

_~*~_~*~_~*~_

Keith raced along the desert, the memory unbidden, but not unwelcome. He was getting them back. Both of them. Finlay and Shiro. He wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to manage it with just his hoverbike and not knowing what kind of shape they were in, but he was doing it. Whatever the hell else was going on, he was getting them back.

Taking out the guards was easy. Taking out the Garrison scientists was even easier. Just as Keith was working on releasing the restraints around Finlay’s wrists, his twin began to wake. Keith’s efforts became hurried, nearly frantic, in his attempt to free his brother. The instant one wrist is free, Finlay rolled, pushing Keith’s hands away so he could free himself.

“Shiro took most of the impact,” he managed weakly, “He needs more help than I do.”

Keith had only just gotten Shiro free and his weight supported when a hand was on his shoulder. One of the hazmat-suited scientists was awake. It took Keith a second to recognize him through the suit.

“Adam?”

“Let me help.”

Keith didn’t think, only reacted. “Ok. What now?”

“Nope. No no no no no,” said a familiar voice from the entranceway.

Keith froze, not having heard that voice in six months. He felt more than heard Finlay’s rough chuckle behind him. What the actual fuck was Lance McClain doing there? Not that it mattered, they didn’t have time for that. Adam took charge, leading them and the other two Garrison cadets that looked like they’d been following Lance out and over to one of the Garrison vehicles.

“Keith! I need you to take point! Get us the fuck out of here!” Adam yelled, ushering everyone but Finlay into the truck.

Finlay followed Keith to the hoverbike, climbing on behind his twin. He was still weak from the crash, and whatever it is that the Garrison techs did to him, but held on with what strength he had left.

“Finn, you good to ride?” Keith asked, flipping the power switch.

Finlay nodded against his back, knowing his voice wouldn’t be heard over the roar of the engine.

“Hold on.”

Keith took off, feeling more secure than he had in months. He led Adam through the desert, knowing that the ace pilot could keep up with him, even in something like a Garrison truck. They lost the rest of the Garrison pursuit, but Keith didn’t trust them. He took off again, making a turn he knew would make the trip longer, but it was less likely that they’d be followed.

Coming over the crest of a hill, the cabin that had belonged to their father came into view. Keith felt it when Finlay gasped against his back.

“It’s still there,” he said softly.

The hoverbike had slowed down, the engine nowhere near as loud as it had been. Keith heard his brother’s astonished whisper.

“Yeah. It is.”

Adam and the others were still unloading both themselves and the still unconscious Shiro from the Garrison truck when the Kogane twins entered the cabin. Finlay was surprised to see that it looked lived in and turned to face Keith. For his part, Keith was looking more at the floor than his twin.

“I, um, I kind of got kicked out of the Garrison,” he admitted, “You went missing, and they tried to claim that it was pilot error. I knew it was bullshit and I tried to fight it, but Iverson just called it ‘disciplinary issues’ and got me booted. He tried to say that I wasn’t thinking clearly and that I was trying to see things that weren’t there. I never believed it was pilot error. I’ve been out here listening to the Garrison’s radio chatter; that’s how I knew where to find you.”

Finlay was exhausted, physically and emotionally, but still found the strength to pull his brother into a tight hug. “I knew you’d never give up. Too fuckin’ stubborn for it.”

Keith returned his twin’s hold. “So are you.”

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of conversation and what they knew was Shiro’s unconscious body being dragged across the compacted sand and dirt. The rest of the group stumbled inside, Adam and Lance carrying Shiro.

}~{~}~{

From a later scene that wasn't even half-baked:

“Go away,” Pidge snapped, “I’m close, I know I am.”

She tried to throw off the hand on her shoulder, but it held on, squeezing once. “We’ll find him.”

That voice used to throw her off, never knowing if it was Keith or Finn. But after months in space together, she learned the differences between the twins. Sighing out a combination of stress, exhaustion, and frustration, she let her hands fall from the keyboard and slumped into her chair.

“Every time I think I'm getting somewhere, it always leads to a dead end. I’m getting frustrated, Finn. The only thing that keeps me going is that I know Matt and Dad are still out there somewhere. I have to find them. I'm going to find them.”

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Links to the rest of the series:

1 | 2 | 3* | 4 | 5* | 6* | 7 | 8 | 9* | 10 | 11 | 12* | 13 | 14 | 15* | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19*

#my writing #abandoned wips #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld #voltron #keith x lance

[readingonpluto]

16 Days of Nessian - Day 1/16

2 + 5 = 7 ~ Nessian Modern AU

*If you have any ideas for fanfiction or headcanons, leave them below!*

Word count: 2242

There they are. 

I clutch the envelope in my hands, heart racing in my chest. I knew… I already knew, and yet somehow getting it confirmed makes it that much scarier. The doctor gave me a blurry photograph of our child, slipping it in an envelope to keep it safe so I could show Cass. 

I have to show Cass. He’s going to be excited, and yet I’m scared of how he will react. He has always wanted children, sometimes telling me about dreams he has had about our family. The moment is now here… A source of his joy, and yet… And yet I’m terrified. 

I unlock the door to our home, the house seeming quieter than usual. 

Cassian pops his head out of the doorway to the kitchen, a smile immediately playing over his face. He comes over to me, planting a kiss on my forehead, and then my mouth, holding me close. 

“You’re late.” His breath dances over my mouth, just before he kisses me again. 

“I had a doctor’s appointment,” I say, hugging him tightly, hoping that if I hold him long enough he will just know. 

Of course, that isn’t the case. He pushes me away just a little bit, arms still gripping my waist, but now concern lights his eyes as they search all over me. 

“You didn’t tell me that.”

“I wasn’t sure if it would be worth mentioning…” I hold the envelope to my chest, heart pounding in my ears. 

“But it is…” I nod. “Is something wrong?”

“No… No. Nothing is wrong.”

“Then--”

“Can we sit? Please.” He nods once, leading me over to our small table. I let him sit down in front of me, before taking my seat. 

“I’m going to need you not to be angry if you’re angry at all.”

He tilts his head slightly. “Do you think I’m going to be angry?”

“I don’t think so.” 

He stays silent, letting me take a few breaths before continuing. 

“I’ve noticed that I’ve gained some weight,” I start, weighing the options in my head. “And then I noticed I have missed two of my cycles.” His eyes flash, his gaze firmly on mine. “So I went in today to get an ultrasound. I did a few pregnancy tests beforehand, but I just wanted to make sure…” 

Cassian’s leg is bouncing and I can see he is trying to fight back a smile. He is truly trying his best to let me talk before saying anything. 

“I’m going to tell you, before I show you this,” I hold up the envelope. “That all three pregnancy tests I did were positive.” I hand him the envelope. 

He is brimming with joy as he gently opens it, pulling out the small blurry photo. 

“Is this…” He trails off, eyes fixed on the image, tears building up in his eyes. 

“We can’t know the gender until about four months in. But the doctor said that they’re healthy and everything is going fine.” I keep my gaze on him. I don’t think he is breathing. “I have another appointment in a month. I have the date so you can book it off work--”

Finally, he stands, making his way over to me before falling to his knees in front of me. 

“There is a baby inside of you. My child.” 

I nod, not sure what to say. His eyes are so bright, his tears so joyous that I don’t want to break the moment. Why did I ever think he was going to be angry? He pulls me forward just a bit, nuzzling his face into my stomach. 

“I’m going to be a dad.”

My fingers find his hair, lovingly playing with the ends. “You are.”

~

The next time, the house is much louder as I step into it. I can hear Fin giggling and Cass telling him a story of a time he, Azriel, and Rhysand all got food poisoning. I have no clue why Fin finds it so funny, but it is one of his favourites. His second is the time Cass met me for the first time. That’s one of my favourites too. 

I step into the living room, watching my two boys smile, pure joy radiating off of them. Finlay is the first to see me, pointing his chubby finger at me and reaching upwards. I immediately sweep into the room, picking him up and kissing him all over, causing another wave of giggles to erupt. 

I shift him to one arm, reaching for Cass with the other. Just as swiftly, he kisses my cheek, hugging me close. 

“Hello,” I say. 

“Hi, Sweetheart.” His eyes flick to the clock. “You’re a bit late.”

“I was picking up a few things.” Fin wiggles in my arms, a clear message to put him down. He half crawls, half walks over to his toys, already bored with our conversation. 

“Oh?”

“Oh.” I reach into my bag, pulling out a small envelope. Cassian’s eyes snap to mine before he takes it gently. 

“Should I be scared?”

“Nope,” I smile. “Maybe. Just open it.”

He grins, slowly--just to annoy me--pulling out the photo. Immediately, his eyebrows furrow. I knew he would be able to tell it was different this time. 

I step up next to him, gesturing at the photo. “That’s baby A, and that is baby B.”

His eyes find mine, making sure I’m serious, before sweeping me up into his arms. He kisses me hard, grinning from ear to ear. We had been trying to have another kid for about a year, and I knew he wasn’t expecting this.

“Twins?” I nod, smiling hard. “Are they okay? Nothing is wrong?”

“Nothing yet. They’re healthy so far, we just need to keep an eye on them.”

“Of course,” He kisses me again, setting me down only to pick up Fin and kiss him just as much. Our son had come over to see what the fuss was all about. 

“You’re going to be a big brother,” Cass tells him, showing him the photo. “You’re going to have two siblings to look after.” 

Fin points at the photograph, smiling at his father. “Wittle brother.” 

~

I swear it gets louder and louder every time I walk into this house. From the sounds of things, Cassian made the kids some food, and Fin is babbling about what he did at school to the twins. 

I slip into the kitchen where Cass is finishing up their meal--animal crackers for a treat. I wrap my arms around his waist, pushing my face into his back. 

“Hello, Sweetheart,” He says, placing a hand over my own. “How did it go?”

“You’ll be happy.”

“Yeah?” He smiles, and turns to me. “Do I get an envelope again?”

Laughing lightly, I hand him the folded paper containing our fourth between its pages. “You do.”

He takes out the photo, smiling at the image. “Quinn will be wanting a little sister. At two she knows exactly what she wants.”

“And Caspian will want a little brother, just to spite his twin.”

Cass grins. “They’re going to be way too powerful when they’re older. I almost feel bad for their teacher.”

He hands the photo back to me. “What do you want?”

“I’m just excited for a fourth.” He kisses the top of my head, animal cracker in hand. “I’ll be happy with anything.”

“Same.” I trail after my husband into the loud dinner room. Quinn is flipping through one of Fin’s work books, as her older brother eats his sandwich. Caspian on the other hand is frowning at his food. 

I slip into the seat next to our youngest. “What's wrong?”

“No like crust,” He mumbles out. 

“You like the crust.” He shakes his head. “Just try it.” Again, he shakes his head. I look to Cass, and he shrugs, setting down the crackers. 

“Baby, you need to eat it.” He says. 

Caspian crosses his arms, looking more cute than mad. “Why?”

“No animal crackers otherwise.” He shakes the bowl for emphasis. 

Caspian frowns, looking at his sandwich again. 

“I’ll eat crackers if he no want them,” Quinn says, looking up from the workbook. Caspian immediately starts eating his sandwich. 

I smile at Cass, standing to slip up to his side. “That's one way to do it.” “What’s the photo mummy?” Fin asks, pointing at the ultrasound in my hand. 

“Another surprise.” 

Finlay’s eyes light up, and he changes his pointing to the twins. “Another one?” I nod, laying the photo in front of them. I point to the little dot so Quinn and Caspian know what we’re talking about. 

“That there is either a little boy or a little girl. Right now they’re in mummy’s belly, but soon they will be there to meet you.”

“When?” Quinn asks. 

“Seven to eight months.” 

“Oh…” Quinn points to my stomach. “Can I feel?”

With animal crackers forgotten, Fin tells the twins all about how he became an older brother, and the wait, with each of them taking turns feeling their new sibling even if there is hardly anything there yet. 

“I’m happy they’re excited.” Cass whispers to me as I close the door to the twins’ room. 

“Me too.” I lean into him. “I was worried little Cas would be unhappy.”

“He seemed okay after Fin explained. I think he fed off his and Quinn’s joy.”

“Better than explaining that we can’t go back now.”

Cass laughs, nuzzling into my shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to anyway.”

~

This time, I am truly scared. Every time we talked, it was always four kids. Four kids, and then we were happy. Ezra is now four, two years older than everyone else when a new sibling was brought in. Finlay is now eight and the twins are six. Will they be happy or sad or even angry? 

They’re all watching a movie. I can hear the cheerful song playing from the television and all of them singing along, probably even acting it out. I smile, stepping into the house. However, before I can make my way into the room Cassian steps out of the kitchen, flour all down his apron and smile already on his face. 

“How was your check up?” He asks, as I lean up to kiss him. 

“Good,” I say, trying to keep the anxiety out of my voice. “Are you baking?”

“Yeah, I thought I would make some cookies for a treat.”

I nod and Cass’s eyes roam over me, missing nothing. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Swallowing, I hand him the envelope. His eyes look up at me as he takes it, before flicking down again and pulling out the blurry photograph. He lets out a shaky breath, smiling. 

“Really?” He asks, looking up at me. 

“Yeah…” I swallow again. “You’re not… You’re happy?”

“Of course I’m happy!” He pulls me to him, squeezing me tightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

A small smile of hope plays on my lips. “We only talked about four kids, never five.”

“So?” He holds me at arms length, grinning from ear to ear. “If you are happy, then I am too. Adding one more to our family is amazing!” “Adding?” We both turn to find Fin, Quinn, Caspian, and Ezra in the doorway, all looking slightly confused. They must have come over when they heard Cass shout. 

I walk over to them, kneeling on their level, holding out the photo which Fin takes. He smiles passing it to the others. 

Ezra jumps up, shifting from foot to foot. “Is this a baby?” He asks. I nod, smiling. “I’m not going to be the youngest anymore!”

He runs over, wrapping his arms around me, followed by the twins then Fin. Not soon later, I feel Cassian’s arms hold all of us. 

“I’m so excited,” I hear Fin whisper. 

She comes out the hard way. It was a rough pregnancy, but she is okay, and in my arms, and breathing. 

I’m shaking and crying, brushing wisps of hair from her face. Cassian left to get the kids, and I finally let myself crumble. 

“You alright?” Feyre asks from where she sits not too far away. 

“Yeah,” I breathe. “I was just… I was so scared…”

She stands, wrapping her arm around my shoulder, Elain coming up on my other side. 

“It's okay now.” Elain whispers. “She is safe.”

I nod, trying to breathe as my daughter sleeps soundly on my chest. We sit like that for a few seconds, before I finally have a clear moment and look up at my sisters. 

“Eleanor.”

“Pardon?” Elain asks, confused. 

“Eleanor. The name means light, or shining one.”

Feyre smiles. “Cassian will love it.” “Nelly for short?” Azriel asks, looking up from his book. 

I beam. “Nelly for short.”

“Mummy!” Ezra’s voice rings out, stumbling over to me. “Is she okay?”

“She is okay,” I shift so he can see his little sister better. 

Cassian helps Ezra up onto the bed, so the twins and Finlay can also see her. 

“Does she have a name yet?” Fin asks, his gaze never leaving his young sister. 

“I was thinking of Eleanor.” I look up at Cass just in time to see the smile spread across his face. 

“Nelly for short,” Quinn says, and this time Azriel smiles softly. 

“I love it,” Caspian says, looking up at his dad.

“I do too.” Cassian agrees. 

“Eleanor it is.” I smile. 

“Nelly for short,” Ezra grins. 

“Nelly for short,” I confirm. 

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #cassian #sarah j maas #cassian x nesta #a court of silver flames #a court of silver flames countdown

[bibliocratic]

‘this is the trouble, even now, with being an archive’

or: Martin’s not the only one overly susceptible to the Lonely 

nebulous post-160 domestic future, hurt/comfort and softness, jonmartin and the cottagecore life they deserve

Jon loses himself in the odds-and-sods shop.

The sign on the door makes promises of it being a cosy bookshop. And there are books, certainly, stalagmites of tomes and paperbacks and collections teetering graspingly up towards the ceiling.

The books are absent flatmates however compared to the boisterous gaggle of stuff that takes up room everywhere else. Teacup candles balanced on Norton Anthologies. A wooden rocking horse keeping the dusty Faber and Faber poetry company. It's bizarre flotsam of the most incomprehensible comforting sort, and it sometimes bustles its way to star in the shop's equally manic window display.

Which is why Jon first came in. He'd told himself that this trip into town was an in-and-out only affair; pick up the spices he couldn't get at the small-stocked village shop, buy more firelighters and return some of Martin's horde to the library from whence it came. He's entertaining some thoughts of making a start on pruning back some of the more frivolous bushes in the garden if the weather holds, though he knows his knees won't credit the idea by the evening if he does so.

But then he saw the pen in the window. Silver filigree engraved at the end like frost spiralling up a window, the base colour deep and blue. 

And it's not anywhere near Christmas, and there's no birthdays for another few months, but Jon looks at it and he can see Martin sat in the two-seater in their living room,  holding the pen, tongue between his teeth as he worries at words, scratching and rewriting and humming when he's caught upon a phrase he feels sits well.

He goes inside with all the furtiveness of a guilty cat. Maryam is at the counter today, and she beams to see him. And he intends – completely – to pick out the pen and be done with it. But Maryam gets talking even once he's pointed out and paid for the pen, and he's twisted up in the soft and easy twirl of her conversation. The pen does come with a box, a regular black affair, but she mentions that they've got in a few antique pen cases down at the back of the non-fiction isle – covering P for Persian Empire to T for Travelogues – and Jon fancifully commits to having a leisurely look because he's going to have to wait for the next bus back anyway, quite taken by the idea of being able to leave such a distinguished looking surprise on the side-table near Martin's armchair for him to find when he comes in from work.

He considers the cases with a furrowing frown, as though weighing up some great decision. For so long in fact, he doesn't notice the shop dip quiet, the muffled steps and page-flicking of other patrons muted to silent.

He glances up, around. Puts back the supple brown leather case he was thinking over, stepping out of his isolated row.

There is no one at the front desk. No one in the other shelves. Through the clogged-up and slapdash window display, he sees no one on the street outside and a sky starting to grey with the threat of rain.

He notices – far away, like glancing through the wrong end of a telescope – that his breathing is getting faster.

“Maryam?” he says, but his voice croaks heatless. He tells himself that he's too old for this now, to be taken in by such worn-down ghosts, that she's gone in the back, that it's just gone quiet, that's all. But the silence is a terror that begets greater, stronger strains, a cycling distress of pin-balling fears and memories, and there is no one around, no one coming, and the panting of his own body is so loud in such an empty space.

And he has always been more easily enveloped by some fears than by others.

He hears the wash of mile-distant waves, as though behind the shelves to the front of the shop, and thinks not here, not here.

He tries to shake his head loose of the fog beginning to bind it like cobwebbing wisps. But the world has such terrors in it, and the Archive keeps record of them all. And that's what Jon is, in the end. A dutiful collection of horror, cruelly moulded into such service by a long dead man. He's long since unshouldered the mantle of Archivist, yet Archive has proven to be such a long-lived, enduring post.

Behind his eyes, he plays out the washed-out retellings of all those almost lost to the Lonely.

He's the statement of Zoe Aristidou, who moved to a beam-bright city but brought her fog along with her, who lost her face amongst the impartial crowds, sanded away like a wind-abused statue.

The statement of Keira Hurley, who struggled to make friends, who drank thinking it might stuff up the gaping absence inside her where the fog was beginning to spark up like struck flint, who would lose her keys, and her wallet and whole days to unremembrance.

There is the echo of beachland nearby and Jon's lost sight of the shelves. The layering cares and carefully tended wards that make him up are starting to peel away.

He rubs at his hands and the colour wipes off like highlighter on whiteboard, smearing before vanishing, his skin blotching with an absent glass-colour of nothing at all. And it's not real, it can't be, it's years since he sighted this muted, mist-encrusted shoreline, the way it gnawed at and  sapped Martin's skin translucent, younger then, his hair still unpicked by white.

But it's so easy to return here even after all that time. Like tripping over your own feet.

It is peaceful here. It always is.

Jon grips the pen, feeling the drunken choke of the statement of Keira Hurley, how it makes his legs unmoored and unbalanced, and he thinks no, no, I'm going to give this to him, I'll surprise him, I'll leave it on his side table to find when he gets home. And the statement is thick on his tongue, as he recalls how she woke up, head woozy, and she had not known where she was, had forgotten her address, her name, and the muted panic of her fear sleeked her face with tears, and Jon shakes his head fervently to try and clear it.

He thinks of how Martin will glow, pleased, will say something like you shouldn't have, or even, you know I don't need any more, and Jon will say, I know but I wanted to, I know but I thought of you, I know but I wanted to make you happy.

There is sand crunching underfoot as he walks, and he's getting lost.

He is the statement of Agneta Blom regarding her grandmother Ebba Blom, swallowed by the fog in her later years at a nursing home; the statement of Lakshman Hamal, the last member of his regiment far from home; the statement of Finlay Erskine, a lone lighthouse keeper midst a terrible storm.

And Jon is one man but he is also all these stories – he breathes in salt-damp from a wave spray that leaves freckles of water struck across his face, he feels the knotted ache in his legs from where he's crouched, tense and gripping his kukri for hours, the over-softness of blankets and pillows and the faded mist of lavender down an empty hallway.

He feels his fingers cramping around the sides of the pen, and he wants to think of Martin, to fill up with recollections of him,  but Martin is someone Jon knows, someone Jon loves, and it is so very hard to remember he is Jon at the moment.  

The fog that subsumes him like a dust cloud, it's muffling. Quiet. He who is Agneta Blom and Lakshman Hamal and Finlay Erskine and so many other names that are layering palimpsest over Jonathan Blackwood, he wanders the beach to the shoreline, letting the sea lap over his shoes. The sky is expectant with dour rainclouds, and his jean cuffs are getting wet, and he hears a distant tumult of voices ever so far off. Like a muttered conversation in another room, a tune playing in a building he is walking past.

“...call the school.... It's Mr Blackwood, Conor... one of his turns.... don't crowd the poor man, let him be...”

The Archive drinks in the flat, null landscape with interest and lets the fog bury into the soft spaces of him. It wants to walk out into the shallow waters and see what swims there.

There's a pen in his hand, and it's heavy, and it weighs him down shore-bound.

“Jon? Hey, hey, Jon. Don't go out so far, yeah?”

The Archive sucks in a breath. It is not salted with a harsh coastal grind, it does not bite at his throat. The air is warm, dry with indoor heating, and the people he is not, Agneta and Lakshman and Finlay and Mairead and Pavo and so many more witness to Forsaken, begin to slough off him like autumnal leaves.

There is a hand on his arm, someone being shushed, a breathing like someone's been running.

“That's it, you're doing so well, you can do it.”

He is Jonathan again. He blinks loose the crisping grains of salt that have begun to sediment in his lashes. There are tears streaming down his face, he realises belatedly, and he is trembling like he's freezing.

He looks at Martin who makes up such a happy horizon to be greeted by, looking down. His tie become loose, who has come from work, sweat-patches at the front of his chest, his throat and face reddened with exertion, who is still wearing his navy lanyard, has board pens clunking in his pocket. Martin who is grounding him.

“I...” he says, clearing his throat feeling stupid, and then he is thrusting out the pen almost bullishly. “I got you a pen.”

Maybe Martin doesn't understand how important it is for him to see. But he nods delicately, and carefully nods, takes it from Jon's shaking fingers – You shouldn't have, you know, he says like Jon's foolish, but fondly, ever so, just like Jon thought he would, and Jon almost sobs to be granted such a small victory.  

“You wanting me to call Doctor Varma, Mr B?” comes the tentative, worried voice of Conor at Martin's elbows – sixteen, his voice breaking awkwardly, helping out in the shop after school; Jon remembers lending him books when he was a precocious, demanding child, voracious for knowing.

“We should be ok,” Martin replies kindly. To Jon, he says:

“Julienne's car's out front.”

Jon frowns, confused, before remembering – theirs is in for its MOT, Martin must have borrowed it to cross the three miles between the villages. There is something heavy around his shoulders, warm and scratchy, and he wants to wonder but the questions are sunken in the softness still lingering in his head.

“Do you need...?” Jon starts, and the words are thick and phlegmy in his throat. “The school...?”

“Julienne's covering my last class,” Martin says soothingly. “They understand.”

Jon nods. Years ago, he might have apologised, stewed in how much he needed Martin today, but time has wasted away those anxieties.

“Thank you for coming for me,” he replies instead, his voice still sea-bitten and hoarse, and lets Martin lead him wobbly-legged out of the door so they can drive home.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #cws for disassociation #cws the lonely #hurt/comfort

[debbiechanclub]

Murky Waters, Part 1

Pairings: David Finlay x OFC & Jay White x OFC  Synopsis: Six friends set out for a weekend getaway at a secluded―and allegedly haunted―mountain lake house. But should they be more afraid of the living than the dead? Part: 1/7 Word count: 2.9k Warnings: Language; alcohol use; mentions of cheating, m*rder, and s*icide. This fic is rated E, fam!

Masterlist.

No one asked for this, but I’m posting anyway. One (1) David Finlay has inspired me to revive and finally finish this fic more than a year after I started it. And it’s close enough to spooky season, so here we go! Enjoy :)

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“Are you seriously still packing? They’re gonna be here any minute!”

Chloe let out an exasperated sigh as Alyssa walked through her open bedroom door. She was notorious for waiting until the last minute to pack, and even though she’d done exactly that, she was, for the most part, ready to head to the lake for the weekend. She just needed one more thing.

“No, I’m just thinking way too much about which swimsuit to bring.”

“Oh?” Alyssa’s face lit up in delight. “Why’s that? Trying to look good for someone?”

Chloe shot her a look. “Don’t,” she muttered. It only made her friend grin wider.

“What? There’s nothing wrong with admitting that you might just be the littlest bit interested in David, Chlo.”

Chloe didn’t dignify her with a response. For the last two weeks, Alyssa had been finding more and more ways to casually work, “Jay’s friend David”—and later, just “David”—into every other conversation, and the reason why was obvious: she was trying to set Chloe up with him. And while Chloe had been completely opposed to the idea at first, curiosity had finally driven her to do a little late-night social media stalking, with the result that maybe she was just the littlest bit interested in David.

But she was still more wary than not. “I don’t know. This whole situation is just awkward.”

Alyssa’s brow furrowed. “What’s awkward about it? We’re just going to the lake with our friends.”

“No, you’re just going to the lake with our friends. I’m going to the lake with my now ex-boyfriend’s brother. It’s not exactly the best environment for a rebound.”

When Chloe and Matt had broken up, she’d initially backed out of the lake trip; the last thing she wanted was to spend a weekend in close quarters in the middle of nowhere with an ex who had cheated on her. But then Matt’s guilty conscience had led him to back out instead, and so, with some coaxing from Alyssa, Chloe had agreed to go again. Then, Alyssa’s boyfriend Jay had invited his old friend David to come along, and Alyssa’s not-so-subtle hints that Chloe should hook up with him soon followed. But even though Matt wasn’t going anymore, his younger brother Nick still was—and Chloe knew he’d report back on her. It just made the whole thing messy, no matter how interested in anyone she might be.

But Alyssa seemed entirely unconcerned with the dynamics of the situation. “Okay, first of all, Nick was your friend before his stupid brother was ever your boyfriend, and he knows Matt fucked up. And second of all, let Matt find out that you’re getting some good dick this weekend! It serves him right for cheating on you.”

Chloe let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Jesus, Lyss.”

“Well!” she proclaimed. “Rebound aside, I actually think you’ll like David, Chlo! He’s good-looking, and funny, and thoughtful, and way better than—”

“Talking about me?”

Jay suddenly appeared in the doorway, a crooked smirk on his lips.

“No,” Alyssa returned. “We’re talking about David.”

“Oh, yeah?” The sides of Jay’s eyes crinkled with his smile as he looked at Chloe. “He’s excited to meet you, you know.”

Heat rushed to Chloe’s cheeks. She hoped neither of them noticed.

“Hey, you know him better than me,” Alyssa started. “Chloe’s trying to pick out a swimsuit that he’ll want to rip off of her.”

“Oh my God.” Chloe awkwardly curled her lips into her mouth and her cheeks burned hotter. It didn’t help when Jay looked over the assortment of bikini tops and bottoms spread out over her bed with far too much concentration on his face. He stroked his beard in thought.

“Definitely the red,” he determined. “You look good in red.”

 Chloe eyebrows arched. “Oh, have you noticed?”

“Of course he has,” Alyssa answered with a good-natured grin. It elicited another smirk from Jay.

“You know, if you and David don’t work out, we could make a threesome happen this weekend.”

“Ugh, get out.”

Alyssa shoved him out of the room. “It’s just a suggestion!” he laughed as he went back down the hall. Jay was a huge flirt, but it didn’t faze Alyssa—she was far too confident in herself and their relationship for that. Chloe admired that about them, even more so now that her own trust had been completely broken.

“He’s a moron, but he’s right,” Alyssa said, drawing her out of her thoughts. “Bring the red one. But bring the black bottoms and snake print top, too. A girl needs options.”

HONK-HONK-HONNNNK!

A car horn suddenly blared from outside. “That’ll be Nick and Juice,” Alyssa said as she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain. Chloe joined her in peering out into the driveway. Sure enough, Nick’s giant gray Toyota 4Runner had pulled up in front of the house. Juice popped out of the open sunroof.

“LET’S GO, BITCHES! IT’S LAKE WEEKEND!”

Anxiety suddenly tightened Chloe’s chest. “This is gonna be fucking awkward,” she breathed.

“It won’t,” Alyssa assured her. “And I’m pretty sure that’s David pulling up now…”

A black Jeep Wrangler pulled into the driveway behind Nick’s 4Runner. Chloe watched in silent interest as the driver parked and got out. He wore sunglasses and a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, the near-sleeve of colorful tattoos on his right arm on full display. His sandy hair was pulled up into a bun atop his head, and he had a nice smile and a well-groomed beard. A nervous knot formed in Chloe’s stomach. He was definitely her type.

“He is cute,” she admitted.

“See?” Alyssa grinned. “You’re totally at least gonna make out with him.”

“Get out,” Chloe bluntly returned, and Alyssa laughed as she went out the door, just as Jay had a few minutes before.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chloe made sure to pack the swimsuits Alyssa had suggested before she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and joined the others outside. Unsurprisingly, Jay didn’t waste any time introducing her to David.

“Oh, David, this my friend Chloe,” he said as she walked over. “Chloe, this is David.”

She nervously bit the inside of her lip as she looked up at him. He offered her a crooked, boyish grin that reached toward kind blue eyes. He had a lip ring that she hadn’t noticed in any of his pictures she’d looked at the night before. It suited him.

“Hey. So I guess these two expect us to hook up this weekend,” he commented with a nod at Jay and Alyssa.

Chloe’s lips curled into a smile. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but she was glad he did. It was certainly one way to break the ice.

“Oh, so you got that feeling too?”

“We don’t expect you to hook up,” Alyssa professed with a roll of her eyes.

“Yes we do,” Jay countered.

Chloe feigned confusion. “But I thought you wanted to have a threesome?”

“What?” Nick sputtered as he and Juice joined them—but David talked over him.

“With us?” he asked, pointing between himself and Chloe. “I’m flattered, man, but I’m not into you like that.”

Chloe bit back a laugh. She could already see why David and Jay were friends. The two of them would be trouble this weekend.

She might be in trouble, too.

“Whatever. You couldn’t handle me, anyway,” Jay returned.

“Oh my God,” Alyssa breathed.

“And on that note,” Juice interjected, “I need to use the little boys’ room before we hit the road.”

He pushed past them and walked toward the house. Nick looked around at them.

“What’s this about a threesome?”

Jay just smirked and smacked his shoulder. “Come help me get the supplies.”

They followed after Juice. David glanced back at Chloe as he turned to go with them. “It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled. Her stomach did a little flip.

“You too,” she returned.

They disappeared into the house. Chloe could see Alyssa grinning at her out of the corner of her eye. “You two are totally gonna—”

“Stop!” Chloe cut her off.

But she couldn’t stop the smirk that crept its way onto her face.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was just over a two-hour drive to the lake house, and a little more than halfway through Chloe was feeling carsick. She and Alyssa had been the unlucky ones to get stuck in the cramped third row of the 4Runner (“David and I are taller, so we should get the middle row,” Jay had argued), and they’d long left the city roads for a winding two-lane route through the mountains. All the ups and downs and twists and turns were making Chloe’s stomach drop and ears pop—and Nick’s driving didn’t help.

“Jesus, Nick, don’t go over the edge,” Alyssa commented with a wary look out the window. Nothing more than a short guardrail protected them from the drop into the valley below.

“Relax,” Nick returned as he cut around another corner. “I’ve driven this a hundred times.”

“Well, let’s not make this the last time,” she muttered.

“So, you go to Sharp Rock a lot?” David asked. Nick nodded.

“Yeah; we used to go every summer when my brother and I were kids. Actually, Matt and I are thinking about buying the cabin we’re staying at this weekend. The owner is pretty eager to unload it so she’s selling it for cheap.”

“Really?” Jay asked. “How come?”

Nick laughed. “Because it’s apparently haunted.”

“What?” Chloe and Alyssa simultaneously proclaimed. “I’m sorry, did you just say it’s haunted?” Alyssa added.

“Apparently,” Juice corrected.

“Haunted by what?” David curiously asked.

“A White Lady,” Nick answered. “You know—a scorned bride, or whatever.”

“What?” Jay laughed. “Okay, you can’t just leave it at that.”

“Well, I don’t know all the details,” Nick started. “But the story is that back in the ‘60s this newlywed couple was on their honeymoon at this cabin, and on the first night there, the husband admitted to cheating on the wife and knocking up some other woman. So, she went off the handle and killed him, and then drowned herself in the lake. According to local legend, her ghost haunts the lake and drowns guys who’ve been unfaithful who dare to go swimming after sunset.”

There was a beat of heavy silence—and then Jay barked out another laugh. “What? Well, I guess it’s a good thing Matt didn’t come, then.”

Alyssa reached over the back of the seat to smack his head. “Really?”

“He’s not wrong!” Juice piped in. Chloe shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“So, we’re spending the weekend in a murder-suicide cabin,” she breathed. “Great.”

Jay turned around to give her a teasing smirk. “You scared?”

“Don’t be a dick,” David said. It made butterflies teem in Chloe’s stomach again.

“Oh, come on,” Jay dismissed. “There’s no White Lady haunting the cabin.”

“Well, if the owner wants to get rid of it so bad there’s gotta be something to it,” Alyssa pointed out.

“She probably just doesn’t want to own a murder-suicide cabin,” Juice reasoned.

“But Nick and Matt do,” Jay remarked with a grin.

“Hell yeah, we do!” Nick confirmed. “We’d make a pretty penny renting this place out on AirBnB. I’m not above cashing in on the sordid past, either. Dark tourism is a thing.”

David laughed wryly underneath his breath. “Nice.”

The conversation was left at that as a gas station appeared around a bend in the road; it was the first sign of humanity they’d seen in miles. Nick slowed down and pulled up next to a pump.

“I’m gonna fill up,” he said. “If you need to use the bathroom, do it now, because this is the last stop until the lake.”

He cut the ignition, and everyone unbuckled and piled out of the SUV, if only to stretch their cramped legs. But the unease in Chloe’s stomach didn’t quell as she took in the gas station. It had clearly been there for decades, the name painted on the side of the building long faded by weather and time. She realized with some curiosity that there weren’t any other cars in sight. It looked like they were the only ones there.

“Are they even open?” Alyssa asked with a questioning look at the convenience store.

“I don’t know,” Chloe returned. “But I’m gonna see if they have any gum.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” David said. “I’ll go with you.”

He led the way toward the convenience store. The lights were on, but they couldn’t see anyone inside. David hesitantly tried the door; it opened with the jingle of a bell. He shrugged and offered for Chloe to go ahead. She stepped inside, cautious. She didn’t know why, but she felt an overwhelming need to tread as lightly as possible.

“Maybe someone’s in the back?” David quietly asked.

“Maybe,” Chloe said. She gave an uncomfortable laugh. “It feels like this trip has suddenly taken an unsettling turn.”

“Right?” David agreed. “I would’ve liked to have known beforehand that we’re staying in a murder-suicide cabin.”

“Seriously,” Chloe breathed.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

She looked thoughtfully up. “I think so. I don’t want to be proven right, though.” They found the gum by the register, and she grabbed a pack of peppermint. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

David shrugged and reached for a pack of spearmint. “Undecided. Maybe that’ll change this weekend,” he said. It made her arch a curious brow.

“Would the man-hating White Lady have a reason to drown you?”

“What?” he balked, put on the spot. “Oh—no. No. I’ve actually been cheated on, so. I know how that feels.”

There was empathy in his eyes. Chloe looked down at the pack of gum in her hands. “So, I guess Jay told you what happened with me and Matt?”

David nodded. “Yeah. But we can just leave it at that. It’s not any of my business.”

“No, it’s alright,” she returned. “Actually, I don’t know anyone else who’s been cheated on, so it’s kind of nice having someone who can relate?”

He smirked. “Well, it sucks that I can relate.”

“Well, yeah,” Chloe returned with an awkward laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I’m glad you got cheated on.”

“No, I get it,” he assured. “It is nice having someone who can relate.”

He smiled, genuine in the sentiment, and Chloe noticed she felt a bit lighter. She’d only known David a matter of hours, and it already felt like she could trust him more than she ever had Matt.

“Hello!”

She jumped and grabbed David’s arm. A middle-aged woman had suddenly appeared behind the register, her face tanned and leathery from too many years spent out in the sun. Chloe let out a breath and let go. She felt silly for getting scared.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” the woman apologized. Her voice was raspy and rough, like she’d smoked a pack a day for the last decade. She fit the part of rural gas station attendant a little too well.

“No, you’re fine,” Chloe breathed. Her heart rate was still returning to normal. “We were just talking about ghosts, so I was already a little on-edge.”

“Ah,” the woman returned. “Well, we have quite a few of those around here.”

“Yeah?” David asked as they both put their gum on the counter. “We just heard this awful story about the cabin we’re staying at up at Sharp Rock Lake.”

“Mm,” the woman hummed in understanding. “So, you’re staying at Clara’s cabin.”

A chill shot up Chloe’s spine. It was a statement, not a question. “Clara?” she hesitantly asked.

The woman nodded, ringing up the gum. “That’s her name; the bride who murdered her husband and then drowned herself.” She clucked her tongue. “Awful. She was actually a friend of my mother’s.”

“Really,” David said. He seemed interested, but skeptical. “So does her ghost really haunt the lake waiting to drown any scumbag cheaters who just want to go for a swim?”

He asked it with a grin on his lips, as if he fully expected the woman to wave him off and confirm that it was just another urban legend born from real tragedy, warped and exaggerated with time as the story was passed down from generation to generation.

But her reaction was anything but. “It’s not a joke, what happened in that cabin,” she bit. “You’re not more of those paranormal investigators going up there to provoke her, are you? The dead should be left to rest.”

Her eyes were dark; angry. But David wasn’t rattled by it. “No,” he said with a bit of a laugh. “We’re just going to have a chill weekend at the lake with our friends.”

The woman eyed him for a few seconds longer. “Good,” she rasped. “See to it it stays that way. It won’t do to go pissing Clara off.”

The hair stood up on the back of Chloe’s neck. She wanted to leave. David could sense it.

“Keep the change,” he said as he threw a few dollars on the counter and grabbed their gum. He put a comforting hand on the small of Chloe’s back and ushered her to the door; but just as she pushed it open, the woman called after them.

“Oh, and don’t be too loud. Clara doesn’t like it when it gets too loud.”

Chloe’s stomach dropped. She looked up at David in horrified confusion, but he still didn’t seem fazed by it. He clearly thought the woman was off her rocker.

“We’ll keep that in mind,” he said, and he gave Chloe a gentle nudge out the door. But he didn’t have to—she couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

#jay white fanfiction #david finlay fanfiction #matt jackson fanfiction #nick jackson fanfiction #juice robinson fanfiction #bullet club fanfiction #horror au #young bucks fanfiction

[nicolewoo]

2 Days Too Long part 2

Pairing: Roman Reighs X Reader, (Joe Anaoi X Reader)

Warning: Smut!

Be sure to check out 2 Days Too Long part 1

2 Days Too Long part Two

I wasn't scheduled to wrestle that night, but as Joe and I laid snuggled on the couch before his match, I got a text from one of the producers, Jerry, explaining that Dana Brooke sprained her ankle, and I was needed to fill in a fatal 4 way.... in a half hour.

“Shit.  I just got inserted into a match.” I explained to Joe. “In a half hour!” I panicked.

“What?!?” Joe looked at my phone. “Crap! Ok, hit the shower, and I'll get your ring gear ready. Do you want me to tell makeup you need to be done right away?” He pulled me up from the couch.

As I dug through my bag for my body wash and towel, “Baby, thank you. That will be a big help.” I gave him a quick kiss as I passed him on the way to the shower.

Joe was gone, presumably to tell makeup, when I got out of the shower, but he'd laid my ring gear out perfectly so I could slip it on in seconds. I passed him on the way to makeup, and he told me Missy was ready for me. I hadn't had time to wash and dry my hair, so I felt a little dirty as I sat down in her chair and wondered how they were going to make me look good, but I had faith in our hair and makeup team.

As soon as I was seated, a whole crew descended on me. I hated rushing before matches. I wasn't even stretched out, and I wasn't sure I'd have a chance to. Another text message arrived. “Where are you?” It was Jerry.

“Hair and makeup.” I typed quickly, trying to hold still as my hair was flat ironed by two people and makeup was applied by two others. A few minutes later, Jerry popped around the corner.

“Sorry to do this to you.” He said kindly. “We know you're going to need time to warm up, so we are having you come out last. You'll be wrestling Charlotte, Bayle and Natalia.” My jaw dropped. In my hurry to get ready, I hadn't even considered WHO I was wrestling, and I was crushed when he reminded me. I certainly wasn't a big star. In fact, I wasn't ready to go up against any of them.

“Are you SURE?” I asked Jerry. “I'm not ready to face any of them.” I pleaded. “You don't have someone who is more over than me?”

Jerry just smiled. “You're ready. I know it doesn't seem like it, but we were about to push you anyway. This is just going to move our plans up.”

“You're ready.” The low voice came out of nowhere, but I knew that voice. Joe came from behind me and squeezed my hand.

“But I...” I started when Missy got right in my face to apply eye liner.

“You're ready girl,” she said comfortingly.

“All three wrestlers will be taking it easy on you in the beginning of the match, because they know you're not prepared.” Jerry said which comforted me a bit until he added, “But that won't last long. You have a huge opportunity here, Y/N. If you do well, it's going to do a lot for your career.”

I rolled my eyes, “No pressure?”

Jerry chuckled, but Joe was the one who answered. “Babe, you've got this. You're more than ready.” He looked me straight in the eyes as he said it. “You've got to trust us.” He assured. I did trust him, but I also figured he was biased.

“Ok, well, everyone has to get out of here and let us work or she really won't have time to warm up.” Missy said. Joe kissed my hand and left. Jerry gave me a few notes before he left, and I let the crew do their magic.

In 10 minutes, Missy turned me to the mirror, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “No matter how bad I am, at least I'll look great. Thank you guys.” I gave quick hugs before heading to the hallway outside the gorilla to start warming up.  Joe met me there a few minutes later.

“Ready, baby?” He asked

I continued warming up. “I guess. I don't really have a choice.”

Joe grabbed some padded gloves and held his hands up for me to punch. “You've got this. You're ready. That's why they've been having you do more press and more matches. They really were going to push you soon. I figured that out a couple of weeks ago.” He smiled as I laid a big punch into his left glove.

I stopped immediately. “Really?”

“Yeah babe. I was just going to let them tell you.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. He pressed his forehead agaist mine, “This is your big shot. All you have to do give it your best.”

I got pinned. I wasn't surprised, nor was I upset, but of course I was the one who got pinned. I was really proud of how I did though. I even pulled off a couple new moves Joe had shown me and pinned Bayle once. When I walked into the gorilla, I expected to see Joe.... after all, his match was next. I didn't expect to see the gorilla full of all wrestlers waiting to congratulate all of us on such a great match.

Paul took off his headphones and headed toward me as soon as I came through the curtain. Joe reached me a second before Paul and pressed a sweet kiss on my temple. “Great showing!” Paul started. “Really great showing. I knew you were ready. How did it feel?” His smile was infectious.

“It felt great. I really felt like I gave it my all.” I beamed as I leaned my head against Joe's shoulder.

“Joe, you're up next.” Paul said, and Joe kissed me before leaving. “Well, kid, you did it,” Paul said excitedly. “You held your own against 3 of the top performers in the company. Are you ready to be over?” He placed his hands on my arms and looked right in my eyes.

No... Of course I wasn't ready, but Paul looked down at me with complete trust and confidence. It made me believe in myself, “Yes, sir,” I squeaked out. “Whatever the company needs, sir.” He just chuckled and hugged me.

“It starts now.” He smiled as he took his place at the controls. “Now, go shower. I'll see you after this match.” He teased.

We had a blessedly short drive that night. Just an hour, which was great. I was positively hyper after my match. Sitting in a car was NOT what I wanted to do. We took some time to pick up some food along the way, which occupied part of the drive. The rest of the drive was filled with phone calls and texts. Everyone was congratulating me.

“You're kinda quiet tonight,” Joe mused.

I took a deep breath. “I feel like it's not real. I never thought I was going to get pushed. I'm not that good.”

He reached over to grab my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss. “I've been telling you all along that you're fantastic.” He smiled over at me.

“I just don't see it,” I said as I closed my eyes and rested my head against the headrest. “Plus, I think you're a little biased.”

He chuckled a bit, “Baby, no. You're doing a fantastic job!” He put his hand on my thigh, lightly stroking the top of my leg. “You think I'd let a bad wrestler in my yard?” He teased.

“Oh yeah.” I joked. “YOU'RE yard. I think it's more Vince's yard.” I patted his hand.

When we got to our hotel room, I was surprised to find two dozen roses waiting for me. “Joe,” I gasped in surprise. “You're too good to me.” I leaned up to kiss him.

“Well, only one of these is from me.” He explained.

I went to look at the cards. The first dozen was from Joe with a card that said, I'm so proud of you, baby girl. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my temple as I read the note.  The second dozen was from my trainer Fit Finlay. You did it! Great job! How's the weather at the top? While I appreciated the roses from Joe, there was something really special about Finlay taking the time to send me flowers. He'd been one of my first coaches, and when I got to developmental, he took me under his wing, saying he saw great potential in me.

“How are you feeling?” Joe asked as he kissed my temple again.

I thought for a second, “I can't believe it's real.” I just shook my head in disbelief.

Joe laughed, “I felt the same way when I got pushed.” He hugged me tighter, “You've worked hard, and earned a place at the top. You deserve this.”  I didn't believe it, but it was hard to deny it when I had an outpouring like this. “Think of it.... you and I both at the top of the company. The big dog and his queen.” He turned me to face him.

I just laughed. “Ok, yeah, I'm getting pushed, but there's a lot of steps between me and the top.” I circled my arms around his neck.

“You'll get there.” His face changed as he looked at me. He kissed me deeply then trailed kisses down to my neck. “Let's celebrate.” He said, his lips against my pulse point. His hand wandered down to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing me closer to him. I moaned as I felt his dick press against my stomach. I brushed my hand over his crotch, finding the outline of his hard cock and running my fingers over it.

Without warning, I dropped to my knees and undid his button and zipper. He wrapped a hand under my arm trying to pull me up. “Not tonight baby. Tonight YOU get to relax and enjoy me pleasing you.

I shot him a sly look. “Yeah... It's MY night. I get to do whatever I want, and I want your cock in my mouth.” He moaned as he helped me remove his pants and sat on the corner of the bed. He moaned again as I kitten licked the head of his cock. I stroked the shaft slowly, teasing his head, wrapping my lips around it and licking the pre-cum off it.

Instinct-fully, his hand went to the back of my head, curling his fingers through my hair and grabbed a handful. It wasn't painful, but when he pushed my head down on his cock, I couldn't pull back up. I choked on his length, and saw him realize what he was doing. “You need to learn some patience,” I teased him by chiding him over the same thing he always chided me about. He laughed loud as he looked down at me.

“Sounds familiar,” He said, reaching for my waist and trying to drag me up to the bed. I simply shook my head no as I took him in my mouth again. He moaned again. “You're so fucking good at this.” He put his hand in my hair again, but didn't push me down this time. He brushed his fingers through my hair and watched as I swallowed his cock over and over and stroked his balls. “So.... Fucking.... good.” He groaned out. I could feel his balls tightening and felt it spread through his body. He was going to cum soon if I didn't stop. I slowed down, feeling every inch of him as I buried his dick in my mouth one more time before removing it and licking along the underside from his balls to his head. “Oh fuck.”

When he tried again to pull me up, I let him, leaving a trail of kisses up his torso as I went. Once we were face to face, he kissed me softly, slipping his tongue in my mouth before flipping me onto my back and kissing his way down me. When he reached my hood, he looked up into my eyes. “My turn,” was all he said before running his tongue from my taint to my clit, flicking the sensitive bud a few times. I cried out at the feel. “My queen.” He licked the path again. “My sweet, fucking queen.” He wrapped his arms around my legs, using one hand to hold my hips down as he circled my clit with a finger from his other hand. I moaned low and long. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes.” I tried to stop talking, but instead “Yes. Yes. Yes,” came pouring out of my mouth as he pushed his tongue inside me. I tried to talk, but only managed to groan in pleasure. Just as I neared my orgasm, he switched so his fingers were inside me, and his tongue toyed with my clit. I became a mess, lost in the pleasure he was giving me.

His voice brought me back to reality, “Breathe for me baby girl. Don't force your orgasm... let it happen.” His fingers continued to pump in and out of me, hitting my g-spot every time. “Relax. Just let it happen.” When he felt my body relax, he resumed the slow torture of my body, his lips wrapping around my clit as he sucked softly. Slowly, gently, a wave of warm white energy ran through my body, overtaking everything. After a minute or so, I realized Joe had climbed his way up my body and was stroking my hair with his right hand as left fingers slid in and out of my cunt, slowly bringing me down from my orgasm. “Good girl.” He kissed me gently. “That's my queen.”  

Once he was certain the orgasm was over, he removed his fingers and slid his hard cock into me. He filled me completely, and it felt so good I cried out. “You ok?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I tried to answer him, but only managed a moan. He chuckled quietly. “Good.” I expected some slow, gentle sex, but instead he thrust inside me hard and fast for a few minutes. The pleasure was overwhelming, from the feel of him filling me to the grunts that escaped him to his fingers twisting my nipples to the point of pain. I felt as if I was on the verge of cumming again. I tried to force a second orgasm to relieve the pressure, but my body wouldn't comply. I was left on the verge as he pulled out of me, grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my hands and knees. “Keep breathing,” he reminded me as he slid his dick inside me.

I cried out, “So fucking..... deep. I can't....” I couldn't finish. My second orgasm washed over me, and Joe had to wrap his arm around me to keep me from falling into the comforter. He eased up his thrusts a little.

“You ok, baby girl?” he grunted to me. My mouth opened, and noises came out, but I had no control over them. “Answer me baby.” I just nodded yes. “Are you ready for more?” he asked.

More? There was more? What more could there be? I'd already had 2 of the most amazing orgasms of my life, and he was offering me more? I nodded yes, and he stopped holding back. He fucked me fast and hard, his hands on my hips, his fingers grabbing my hips so tight, I knew they would bruise.

A third orgasm swept over me, and I cried out. He leaned over my back, pulled my hair back and grabbed it with his left hand, pulling hard as he fucked me. “Oh Fuck! That's...” This time he was the one having troubles talking, and a second later, he roared as he came. “Fuuuucccckkk,” he said as he filled me with his cum.

He pulled out of me quickly, leaving our combined juices to leak down my leg. He pulled me down onto his chest, and pressed his lips to my forehead in one long kiss. I relaxed into his arms, running my fingers over his chest as I did.

We didn't say anything for a few minutes. We laid there stroking, petting, kissing and recovering. “Is that how champions fuck?” I teased him, and he laughed out loud.

“Yeah, baby girl. That's how champions fuck, and you're definitely ready to be a champion.”  

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[fantomette22]

Hiya! For the wee lil souls ask thingy

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Sorry for the long list lmao

Don't worry it's fine.

9.What are your three favourite weapons and why?

Saw cleaver, Rakuyo and Burial Blade? Detailed answer on the last ask

10. What's your favourite fan theory?

oh there's too many XD I don't know anymore.

Hm... let's say Bloodletting beast = Laurence

11. What's your favorite bit of lore?

I answered this one a few hours ago. So basically everything concerning Maria, Gehrman & Byrgenwerth in the past.

12. Are there any ships you enjoy?

Yes.

Ok there's a lot of ships i am ok with, find cute and like a bit and a few (like 1) I'm really crazy about (so I'm not going to write all of them down hehe).

For Bloodborne, really recently there's Dores x Gatekeeper XD

And yeah I ship Gehrmaria. One day I need to explain more and stop being a coward about it I know. (depends of the interpretations too...) (more develop answer on the next post too!) (was it obvious too? I have no idea)

(I didn't played Elden Ring yet but Rykard & Tanith seems like a cool paring. And I guess Ranni and the tarnished... Oh and I guess when the time come for me to play ER, Finlay and Malenia XD)

I guess oc doesn’t count so rip

15. Do you have any unpopular opinions about any of the games ?

Not sure about that one too... before playing bb I thought the souls were just a really hard game with really obscure lore. They are but it's perfect for me.

So it's not for everyone ok but not that hard if you put effort in it? And having an obscure lore and make the connections ourself & filled the gap is really cool !

#my asks