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Hit Me Like Bang (and Now I'm Never Looking Back), Part 1

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: David Finlay x OFC (with some past!El Phantasmo x OFC and Jay White angst) Word Count: 6k Warnings: ANGST. Language, alcohol use. ANGST.

Nellie's been spinning her wheels in Stardom for months and has never felt more alone. But then David Finlay returns to Japan with a chip on his shoulder and Gedo in his corner, and everything changes.

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A/N: A quick but important note! This is the concluding fic of the "Take My Hand, Wreck My Plan" series, in the sense that it details Nellie's endgame. However, there are more "prequel" fics to come that will go more into how Nellie and everyone else got to this point, including (obviously) what went down in all her previous relationships (and I promise it will all make sense!). I'm actually so incredibly proud of this fic, as well as this OC and the entire rewrite of this series, and I'm so excited to give Nellie the completed story she deserves after more than two years of writing and creating it. I absolutely adore her, and I hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2023 Tokyo, Japan

It was 11:07 p.m. when David got to Nellie’s apartment. She’d been impatiently awaiting his arrival for over two hours, ever since he’d texted that he was on his way back to Tokyo via the bullet train from Nagaoka. But that had been a familiar feeling for her over the last two weeks. Impatience; eagerness; desire. All surrounding David, this this new dark-haired Gedo-backed Bullet Club version of him that had shown up at the New Japan Cup and shocked everyone.

But not Nellie; she wasn’t as shocked by it as everyone else. She’d noticed this evolution happening in David ever since he’d returned to Japan for the G1 Climax 32 last summer, since the NJPW World Television Title Tournament in the fall, slowly and quietly but surely—and he’d confided every one of his frustrations in her. How he’d always been treated like an outsider. How no one had ever taken him seriously. How he needed to work twice as hard just to prove he was half as good as his father. So no, Nellie wasn’t as shocked as everyone else when this version of David Finlay had shown up with a chip on his shoulder and disposed of Tomohiro Ishii. She’d seen it in him. And she wasn’t shocked by her charged response to it—to him—either. She’d waited five long months for him to come back to her. She wasn’t waiting any longer.

She sank down next to him on the couch, her body angled toward his, her left leg bent atop the cushion so that her knee grazed his thigh, and handed him a glass of whiskey, neat. She’d offered him a drink as soon as he’d arrived; he’d looked like he could use it. He kicked it back all at once and set the empty glass on her coffee table. When he leaned back, he rested his hand on her leg. It sent a tingle up her spine.

“Did you watch the final?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah; as soon as I got home.”

“And?”

“And Sanada got lucky. Seriously. Either of you could have won at any moment.”

They sat in silence for a few long seconds. Nellie could practically see David replaying the end of the match in his mind, trying to pick out where he’d gone wrong. She did the same whenever she took a difficult loss.

But then he drew in a breath. “Whatever; it’s done and over. I’ve already decided my next move.” He looked over at her; his tone softened. “How was your match?”

He brushed his thumb back and forth on her thigh. It was distracting enough that she had to concentrate to answer him. “Good. We won.”

“That’s good,” he echoed with a squeeze of her leg. “Was it you, Tam, and Poi?”

She shook her head. “No; Poi had a singles match against Himeka. It was me, Tam, and Mariah against Queen’s Quest.”

His brow furrowed. “I thought Mariah was in Club Venus with Torrance?”

“She is, but Club Venus is a unit within Cosmic Angels. You know, like how House of Torture is a unit within Bullet Club.” She paused. “Is House of Torture still in Bullet Club? Can you kick them out? Because I think you should kick them out.”

“I’ll take it under advisement,” David grinned.

“Anyway,” Nellie breathed, “it really won’t surprise me if Club Venus goes off on their own soon. Torr and Mina wrestled Unagi and Saki today.”

“And they’re all Cosmic Angels-slash-Club Venus?”

“Yes,” she confirmed with a grin. She put her hand on top of his. “I know, it’s hard to keep everyone straight.”

He scoffed. “You know I only care about your matches, anyway.”

“I’m sure Torr would love to hear that,” she commented; but David ignored it and pulled her under his arm and her leg over his. She curled into him, made whole at being in his arms again. He lit a fire in her and made her feel safe; wanted. She’d never felt this way about anyone.

“What about you, though?” he softly asked. “Are you still thinking about leaving Cosmic Angels?”

Nellie sighed. She had still been thinking about it, in fact. But she hadn’t come any closer to a decision. “I don’t know. I really do like Tam and Poi, and we really gelled as a unit during the Triangle Derby. But I still can’t help but feel like I don’t quite fit.”

She frowned to herself, thinking about it some more then. That really was the best way to describe how she’d felt for the last year and change: like she didn’t quite fit. A square peg in a round hole. And the niggling in her gut to do something about it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

As in NJPW, it was practically a requirement in Stardom that every member of the roster belong to a faction, and from the day she’d signed with Stardom in August 2018 up until December 2021, Nellie had belonged to Queen’s Quest. It had been a natural fit from the jump, and she’d flourished with them: for six wonderful weeks in the fall of 2020, she had been not a double, but a triple champion when she’d simultaneously held the RevPro Undisputed Women’s Championship, the SWA World Championship, and the Goddess of Stardom Championship with Saya Kamitani.

But despite all those accolades, Nellie had been just one successful person in a faction of remarkably talented and accomplished joshis, and she was often passed over for bigger opportunities in favor of her teammates. Her frustration with that was what had led her and Torrance to enter the 2021 Goddesses of Stardom Tag League together despite being in separate factions—and, to everyone’s shock, they’d won. So, when Momo Watanabe had suddenly and shockingly left Queen’s Quest leaderless by turning on them to join Oedo Tai just one month later, Nellie had already had every incentive to defect and accept Tam Nakano’s offer to join Torrance in Cosmic Angels.

And she’d found success with them, too. She and Torrance—officially known as Cosmic Queendom—had gone on to defeat Giulia and Syuri for the Goddess of Stardom Championship last January. Then in May, Nellie beat Thekla to become the first two-time SWA World Champion, a title that she still held now, almost a year later.

But all that success still couldn’t distract from the fact that Nellie just didn’t quite fit with Cosmic Angels.

Unlike Torrance, Nellie wasn’t a girly girl. She wasn’t cutesy or frilly. She wasn’t kawaii—and she did not dance. Actually, her refusal to do Cosmic Angels’ little entrance dances had become something of a running bit that the fans quite enjoyed. But still. As close as she’d grown with Tam and Natsupoi and even Unagi, Nellie just didn’t quite fit. And she’d confided it all in David just as he’d confided in her.

“You do work well with Tam and Poi. And Torr too, obviously,” he said. “But I worked well with Juice. When push comes to shove, you need to do what’s best for you.”

Nellie scoffed. She and Torrance hadn’t tagged together in months. But she didn’t want to get into all that. It was late, and she was done talking.

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” She sat up from under his arm and swung her leg over to his other side; sank down onto his lap and ran her hands down his chest. “But enough business talk. I only have so much time with you left.”

David looked over her body, slid his hands up her thighs, gripped her at the curve of her backside—and then he raised his eyebrow at her in that slight way of his. The way that had left her feeling so impatient the last two weeks. “You know, there’s absolutely no reason I can’t just cancel my flight and stay a few days longer,” he said. “I could stay through to Sakura Genesis, actually. I don’t have any other commitments.”

“That’s two-and-a-half weeks away,” Nellie pointed out. That he’d change his plans just like that to spend that time with her turned her insides to mush.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sure we could find some way to fill the time.”

He fixed her with that look, that piercing gaze he’d gotten so good at overnight. Nellie was helpless against it.

“Cancel your flight, then,” she said, and she leaned down and kissed him.

* * * *

Sunday, February 19, 2023 Tokorozawa, Japan

Jay rested his forehead on the Lion Mark in the center of the mat, and Nellie watched from five thousand-plus miles away and seventeen hours into the future, torn somewhere between pity and acceptance. On one hand, losing to Eddie Kingston in San Jose, California was hardly the send-off from NJPW that she thought Jay White—the Last Rock ‘n’ Rolla, the man who singlehandedly sold-out Madison Square Garden, the first ever NJPW Grand Slam Champion—deserved. But on the other hand, Jay had accomplished everything there was for him to accomplish in Japan. It was time to move on.

“He lost?” Tam proclaimed in shock, and it caused everyone else to crowd around and look in interest. Nellie and Torrance had been watching the Battle in the Valley pay-per-view on Torrance’s tablet, propped up on a chair in the locker room at that afternoon’s Stardom event. Given the ramifications of Jay’s match, they’d wanted to watch it live. But maybe it hadn’t been the best idea.

“You alright?”

Nellie could see Torrance looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She was still looking at the screen, but she wasn’t really watching anymore. “Yeah,” she answered. “Honestly, I saw the writing on the wall a long time ago. I don’t know; it sounds like a shitty thing to say, but at least now I know for sure he’s gone.”

“No—that’s not a shitty thing to say at all,” Torrance returned. “Jay did nothing but confuse you and try to keep you from moving on, so I don’t blame you for feeling that way at all. Now he can’t pull that shit anymore.”

Leave it to Torrance not to mince words. But she was right. This was closure, in a way. And long overdue.

“Speaking of moving on,” she added. “Have you talked to David recently?”

Nellie started to answer—but she was cut off by a surprised gasp from Natsupoi.

“Debbie Chan!”

She pointed at the tablet; and when Nellie looked again, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Jay splayed out on his back on the mat, David Finlay standing over him, his father’s shillelagh in hand.

“Oh—my God,” Torrance gaped.

Nellie was equally shocked. More so. But then David started talking—yelling over the boos that poured down on him from the crowd—and it wasn’t anything he hadn’t already told her in private. In fact, the only thing that really surprised her was how little she cared that he’d chosen to take his frustration out on Jay, of all people.

In fact, she kind of liked it.

“Did you know he was gonna do this?” Torrance asked.

Nellie shook her head, her eyes still glued on the screen. On David. “No,” she said, and she immediately reached for her phone and sent off a text. She had no idea when he’d see it or when she’d get a response. But she had to let him know she’d seen what he’d done; and, more importantly, heard what he’d said.

That’s one way to make a statement, she wrote.

They turned off the pay-per-view after that to focus on preparing for their own show. It wasn’t until Nellie returned to the locker room from her six-woman tag match that she saw David’s response.

I was hoping you were watching.

Her stomach fluttered. So he had been thinking of her.

I’m glad I was, she sent back. His reply came not long after.

We should get dinner when I’m back next month.

Nellie didn’t hesitate.

It’s a date.

* * * *

Monday, March 27, 2023 Tokyo, Japan

David couldn’t have picked a better time to cancel his flight. With NJPW and Stardom both largely on break until the first of the month, he and Nellie had the freedom to spend their days however they pleased, whether that meant catching a train to go exploring wherever or staying tangled up in bed exploring each other, with no intention to go anywhere at all.

But today, they were at the dojo. Nellie had been wanting to add some more high impact moves to her arsenal, and David was the perfect person to help spot her form and make sure her execution was flawless.

As for how she was practicing the moves—that’s what Thekla was there for.

“Am I still spinning?” she asked in a daze after taking another Blue Thunder Bomb. Nellie looked down at her in concern.

“Shit, are you alright?”

She lifted her head up from the mat and smirked. “I’m messing with you.”

“Jesus,” Nellie breathed and pushed her out of the pin. “I thought I’d given you a concussion or something.”

“Nah, it was fine,” she assured her.

“Yeah, it looked really good, Nell,” David added from where he watched at the ring apron. “I’d say you have that down.”

She smiled at him. “Thanks.”

“What’s next?” Thekla asked.

“I could teach you Trash Panda,” David grinned.

“I thought it was called Into Oblivion now?” Nellie returned.

“Yeah… it is. But I like Trash Panda better.”

“Me too,” Thekla agreed with a grin.

“We can save that for the next session,” Nellie decided. “I think Thek’s been enough of a guinea pig today.”

Thekla waved her off. “You let me work out some stuff on you, too. Plus, I just figured you needed to get out your frustration about being eliminated from the Cinderella Tournament already.”

Nellie’s expression went flat. It was a friendly dig, but Thekla wasn’t entirely wrong. Stardom's annual Cinderella Tournament had kicked off yesterday, and Nellie had already been eliminated in the first round—by Torrance.

“I’m not touching that one,” David said.

“Honestly, it’s fine,” Nellie dismissed. “Torr can have that win. The Cinderella Tournament is more her thing, anyway.”

“Yeah… I can’t really imagine you out there in a big poofy dress,” David laughed, to which Nellie quickly shook her head.

“Yeah, no.”

“Oh, I would hate it, too,” Thekla agreed. “But I’d gladly put on a big poofy dress if it meant getting whatever title shot I wanted.”

Nellie scoffed. “Shit, that might be the only way I get another title shot at this point.”

As frustrated as she was with her position in Cosmic Angels, Nellie was even more frustrated with her treatment as SWA World Champion. Holding that title was something to be proud of, absolutely, and she was—but it often seemed like Stardom management flat-out forgot she was champion. In the nearly eleven months since she’d won the title, Nellie had defended it just four times, and not for lack of trying. She’d pushed so hard for a second defense when more than four months had passed after her first against Fukigen Death that they’d booked her two defenses back-to-back, the first of which had been a relatively high-profile champion-versus-champion match against Alex Windsor at NJPW Rumble on 44th Street in New York City. Nellie had been thrilled to be on that card, and she’d won that defense, as well as the next a week later against Alpha Female at the Hiroshima Goddess Festival.

And then her title was promptly forgotten about again, put on the backburner.

And maybe it was an issue with Stardom having too many titles for the size of their roster. But the SWA World Championship was unique: per the rules of the title, only wrestlers from countries other than the reigning champion could challenge for it. So, with Nellie being an American living in Tokyo, her list of potential opponents was seemingly endless. In fact, literally the only member of Stardom’s roster who couldn’t challenge her for the SWA World Championship was Torrance. But Stardom didn’t seem to recognize the value in that. They didn’t seem to recognize Nellie’s value as the third-longest currently reigning champion on their payroll.

And quite frankly, it was bullshit.

“I think you’ve more than earned calling your shot against whoever you want whenever you want with how long you’ve had the SWA title,” Thekla encouraged her.

“She’s not wrong,” David agreed.

Nellie chewed her lip in thought. No—Thekla wasn’t wrong, and it was funny she’d said it. Because there was something Nellie had been recently mulling over; a bold challenge she’d been considering making against her former tag team partner.

“All Star Grand Queendom is coming up,” she started. “I’ve been thinking about challenging Saya to a winner takes all match.”

“Do it,” David instantly said.

“Absolutely,” Thekla seconded. “And if you win you should leave Cosmic Angels and join Donna del Mondo.”

“Oh, only if I win?” Nellie smirked.

She nodded. “Yeah, we can’t take losers.”

Nellie turned it over in her head, trying it on for size. She had to admit: Two-Belt Nell in Donna del Mondo felt right.

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on losing, then.”

* * * *

Friday, March 31, 2023 Tokyo, Japan

Nellie’s stomach was in knots as she walked into the bar. It was one she was familiar with, one of Riley’s favorite spots in Tokyo. In fact, she was almost certain the last time she’d been there had been with him. So, it was as fitting as it was nerve-wracking that it was him who she was meeting there tonight.

Although, until about forty-five minutes ago, she hadn’t planned on going anywhere that night. Her only plans had consisted of relaxing in her apartment cuddled up with David as they binge-watched the new dark comedy series he’d gotten her into. But while he refilled their drinks in between episodes, Nellie had gotten an unexpected text from Riley.

What’re you up to tonight?

She’d scoffed to herself when she read it; it was barely a step up from hey, u up? But she’d responded, nevertheless.

Just binge-watching tv.

Riley didn’t need to know anything more than that. Who she was with was her business and her business alone.

But his next text caught her off-guard.

Want to meet up for a drink?

She stared at the message, unsure what to make of it. Even less sure of the intent behind it. She fired off the first excuse that came to mind.

I’m already in my pajamas.

She figured—hoped—that would take care of it. But Riley’s third text tightened her chest.

Please? There’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you and I’d rather do it in person.

Of course, that was when David returned. He noticed her conflicted expression right away.

“What’s wrong?”

She sighed. “Riley just asked if I could meet up for a drink.”

He laughed through his nose as he sat down. “I’m surprised it took him this long.”

She shot him a look.

“Oh, come on,” he returned. “You know I wasn’t the only one waiting for Jay to be gone.”

“At least you admit it,” she smirked.

“Oh, I admit it one hundred percent. But you certainly don’t seem to mind.”

He gave her that eyebrow raise as he took a drink. He wasn’t wrong. She didn’t mind it at all.

“Did he say why?” he asked. She read out the pertinent part of Riley’s last text verbatim. David’s expression turned pensive. And then he said, “I think you should hear him out.”

Nellie’s brow puckered. “Seriously?” That was the last thing she’d expected him to say. David and Riley had never been friends, and their relationship had only worsened since David had assumed leadership of Bullet Club.

But he was completely serious.

“Seriously. I know things are tense between me and him, and the last thing I want is for you to feel caught in the middle. You’ve felt that way enough where Riley’s concerned.”

A wave of gratitude and appreciation washed over Nellie, warming her from the top of her head down to her toes. She leaned in and gave him a tender kiss. “See, that’s why I’m with you,” she said, her lips still close to his. “You’re mature.”

“Among other reasons,” David smirked.

She sighed again. “Fine. I guess I’ll tell him he has one drink to say whatever it is he wants to say.”

And that was exactly what she did. And now, here she was.

The bar was as packed as she’d expected it to be on a beautiful spring Friday night in Roppongi. Riley was sitting at the bar, already nursing a drink. She doubted it was his first.

“Hey!” he exclaimed when he saw her. “I’m glad you’re here; people were starting to get pissy with me for saving a seat.” He pulled out the barstool next to him and motioned for her to sit. “What do you want? I’m buying.”

She thought about it. “Tequila soda,” she decided. Riley’s eyebrows arched.

“I haven’t heard you order one of those in a while. Can’t say I blame you, though; this might be a tequila conversation.”

Nellie didn’t react to that or ask why. She’d find out soon enough.

He flagged down a bartender and asked for a tequila and soda—with reposado, just how Nellie preferred—and then the tension settled in like an unwelcome guest. She had to break it somehow.

“Did you just fly in?” she asked. Riley nodded.

“Yeah, this morning. And I’m only here for a week; I’m taking some time off after Sakura Genesis. That’s why I wanted to talk to you tonight… I didn’t know when we'd have another chance with our schedules.”

The bartender set Nellie’s cocktail in front of her not a second too soon. She picked it up and lifted it to her lips. “Well, I’m here. So let’s talk.”

She hadn’t meant to come off so curt; it was her nerves. But before she could walk it back, Riley spoke.

“I owe you an apology.”

Nellie went still. She’d noticed that Riley had been acting differently since his first-round elimination from the New Japan Cup, and it wasn’t just her—everyone had noticed, to the point that Zack had even publicly commented on it. It was as if Riley was consciously trying to be a better person, and it started with correcting all his past transgressions; or at least, trying to.

But Nellie could think of half a dozen people who deserved an apology before she did. “For what?”

He laughed wryly to himself. “Well, for years of acting as my buffer, for starters.”

A lump formed in Nellie’s throat. That was almost exactly what David had said in encouraging her to come here.

He went on. “For years of telling people, He really is a good guy if you just get to know him, only for me to act like a complete jackass and make you look like one. For having the emotional depth of a kiddie pool.” He picked up his drink and brought it to his lips. “For kissing you when you were still with Jay.”

Nellie’s stomach twisted. “I kissed you back,” she quietly said.

“That doesn’t make it better. You were in an emotionally vulnerable position, and I took advantage of it. I’m sorry.”

She fidgeted under the sincerity of his gaze and took another nervous drink. She didn’t disagree with him. But her conscience wasn’t clear, either.

“And it’s double fucked up, actually,” he added, “because the only two people who haven’t turned their backs on me yet are you and Jay. And Jay’s gone.”

With that, he downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp. Nellie almost wanted to do the same with hers. Riley was coming to terms with the consequences of years’ worth of his actions right in front of her—and he had no idea who she was going back to when she left the bar.

“So, yeah,” he finished. “That’s what I have to apologize for.”

“Thank you,” she told him. “Really. It means a lot to hear you say all that.”

The ghost of a sad smile pulled at his lips, but it was gone as soon as the bartender appeared to ask if he wanted another. Riley nodded; and Nellie couldn’t bite her tongue.

“But you know who you really need to apologize to?” she asked.

“If you say—"

“Torrance. And Robbie.”

Riley scratched his mullet. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

“Because you know as much as I do there’s no two people you tormented more.”

“Tormented?” he stressed. “Come on… I didn’t torment Torrance.”

“So you admit you did torment Robbie, then?”

The bartender returned with Riley’s drink; he picked it up and took a long pull. His avoidance to answer the question spoke volumes.

“I don’t know if either of them will even hear you out,” Nellie added. “But you need to at least try.”

“Let me just get through one thing at a time, alright?” Riley returned, and Nellie could tell from his tone that he’d exhausted his emotional bandwidth for the night. “I know you’re not the only person I need to talk to, but I wanted to talk to you first because of all the bullshit going on in Bullet Club. I know you’ve gotten close with Finlay since he came back last summer. Dunno why… he’s a try-hard piece of shit.”

Nellie bit down on her jaw. But before she could tear into him, call it karma, due receipts, remind Riley that David was only giving back what he’d gotten from him—he pulled back and became deliberately abrasive. Just like he always did.

“But I’ve said my piece, so you’re free to go home and get back in your pajamas.”

He looked down into his drink, already half gone. Nellie had never seen him look so dejected. But he’d done it to himself; and for once, she knew he knew it.

“Fine,” she breathed. “Bye, Riley.” And she got up and walked out of the bar, leaving him to sit there alone with himself.

* * * *

Friday, July 16, 2021 Tokyo, Japan

There were multiple reasons why Nellie shouldn’t have gone out with Riley that night.

First, she had to be up early tomorrow to catch a flight to London to defend her newly re-won RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship against Mariah May on Sunday.

Second, Torrance was still on non-speaking terms with Riley, and Nellie didn’t want to do anything that could be misconstrued as choosing sides.

And third, she’d never felt more insecure in her relationship with Jay than she did now—and Riley had been looking at her all night as if she hung the fucking moon.

He'd walked her back to her apartment from the metro, a gesture she really hadn’t thought much of at all. It was late and she’d been drinking, and besides, she lived in Kasuga within walking distance from his hotel in Tokyo Dome City.

But when they’d arrived at her door, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from asking.

Do you want to come in?

She should’ve thought twice about it when Riley had been so quick to accept the invitation. But now here she was, getting them both another drink they probably shouldn’t have, and he was getting comfortable on her couch.

“What time is your flight?” he asked.

“8:55. So I have to be up in oh,” she glanced at the time on her phone, “less than six hours.”

“Hey—I promised I wouldn’t keep you out past when the trains stopped running, and I didn’t.”

“We caught the last train by the skin of our teeth.”

“But I kept my promise,” he grinned.

“First time for everything,” Nellie quipped as she handed him a beer. Riley clutched at his chest.

“Ouch, Nell. Tell me how you really feel.”

She just smirked and sat down next to him. Closer than she probably should have, their legs touching, his arm resting behind her head. She brought her bottle to her lips and took a drink.

“This is my first time here,” Riley noted.

Nellie blinked in shock. She’d lived in that apartment for just over a year, but he was right—he’d somehow never been there before. “That doesn’t seem right,” she remarked. But he shrugged.

“Well, if you think about it, we haven’t really hung out one-on-one since we both started working in Japan. Which is ironic, because we see each other way more now than we ever did in back in England.”

“Well, the circumstances were different back in England,” she said, and she immediately wished she hadn’t. Because now she was thinking about back in England. About how, back then, they would already be taking off each other’s clothes. And now Riley was looking at her like that again.

But he caught himself. “Speaking of circumstances… how’s Jay? Is he any closer to being able to come back?”

Nellie’s chest tightened. From one strained topic to the next. “I wish I could say,” she said. “But he seems perfectly fine with never coming back, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

That took Riley by surprise. “Why? Did something happen?”

She thought about it for a second. “Nothing specifically happened,” she finally said. “It just feels like I’m out of sight, out of mind a lot of the time.”

His brow furrowed. “Is he not trying to make it work? Didn’t you just visit him?”

“Not just,” she scoffed. “Almost two months ago. And he tries sometimes. Just enough so that I keep hoping this is a temporary setback. But then other times it seems like it’s too much trouble for him to try.”

She took another drink.

“That’s bullshit, Nell.”

She didn’t look at him. “It’s a difficult situation.”

“It is, but if that’s what Jay’s doing, it’s bullshit. It sounds like he’s stringing you along. You deserve better than that.”

Nellie’s nose burned. She leaned her head back against the couch only to rest it against Riley’s arm instead. She’d forgotten it was there. But she didn’t move. Neither did he.

“If he is, then I’m letting him,” she quietly admitted.

“Why?”

She peeled at the label on her beer bottle, mute. Not because she didn’t know why—she did know why. All too well. She was in love with Jay, and love turned even the smartest people into fools.

But she didn’t feel comfortable telling Riley that.

“Don’t,” he said.

Her voice came out small. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t fucking let him string you along. Hey.” He flexed his wrist on the arm behind her to touch his hand to the back of her head. She looked at him. “You deserve better than that.”

“Do I?” she asked, self-deprecating in her alcohol-induced misery.

“Of course you do,” Riley gently said, and the next thing she knew he was leaning forward, and then his lips were on hers; hers on his. She sat up to meet him—not thinking, just feeling—and he wrapped his arm around her and drew her in. The kiss became hungry quick, lustful, their bodies working on muscle memory three years old. He curled a fist into her hair, and it was like a trigger. She climbed onto his lap and pushed him back into the couch cushions—and then she felt the growing hardness in his pants and snapped out of it like a slingshot.

She broke the kiss and covered her mouth with her hands. Shocked. Instantly regretful.

Riley’s eyes were hooded. “Nell—”

“You need to go.”

She climbed off him and stood, not meeting his gaze, and he got up without argument and moved to the door. But he paused as he turned the doorknob. For a second, it seemed like he wanted to say something, and she waited, her breath hitched in her chest. But whatever it was, if it was even anything at all, Riley didn’t say it, and he turned and walked out the door. Nellie locked it behind him, and then she sank down on the couch, her head in her hands, her heart heavy.

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Saturday, April 8, 2023 Sakura Genesis – Tokyo, Japan

Stardom had a show in Aomori that day, but Nellie wasn’t there.

She was more than nine hours south of there, in Tokyo, at Sakura Genesis. But not because she had a match there—she didn’t. She hadn’t been booked anywhere that day, and so she’d come to support David in Bullet Club’s six-man tag match against Guerillas of Destiny and Master Wato. But her mind had been elsewhere the entire time.

She didn’t know why she hadn’t been booked for the Aomori show. When she’d realized it was the same day as Sakura Genesis, she’d thought—hoped—it could be because they were finally giving her an opportunity. A big one, to be the next to challenge for the IWGP Women’s Championship. But then the day of the pay-per-view had drawn closer… and closer… and no one said anything about it to her. There was no opportunity, Nellie had realized. She just hadn’t been booked, and it was Waka Tsukiyama tagging with Tam and Poi today instead of her.

And when Mercedes Moné walked out with the IWGP Women’s Championship around her waist, Nellie couldn’t stomach it to just sit there and watch.

She walked briskly through the backstage halls toward Bullet Club’s locker room—David had to be back there by now—but her pace slowed as she arrived. There was a suitcase lying in the middle of the hall, splayed wide open, its contents strewn across the floor as if it had been thrown from the locker room. It almost certainly had been thrown from the locker room—it was Riley’s suitcase, she realized. That hadn’t taken long.

She stepped over and in between his discarded belongings and knocked on the door. Kenta’s gruff voice called from inside, demanding in Japanese who it was. “It’s me,” she returned, agitated. David opened the door a few seconds later.

“Hey, babe,” he said, his tone much softer than Kenta’s had been. He looked back at the others as Nellie walked into the room. “Guys, give us a minute, alright?”

There was an awkward shuffle of movement as Gedo, Ishimori, and Kenta all filed past them into the hall. Ishimori kicked one of Riley’s shirts out of his path on his way out, and Kenta offered Nellie a “too sweet.” But she just glowered at him, and he shrugged and kept moving. David shut the door behind them and turned to her.

“I know—I should have told you we planned on kicking out ELP tonight,” he started—but Nellie shook her head.

“I don’t care that you kicked him out.”

He paused. “You don’t?”

She shook her head again. “No. He made his bed, now he’s lying in it. I couldn’t care less.”

David was clearly relieved—and pleased—to hear her say that. “Oh; okay.” He took her by the hips and drew her into him. “Then what do you look so upset about?”

She slid her hands up his shoulders and around his neck. “I’m not upset,” she calmly returned. “I’ve just come to a decision.”

“Have you?” he asked with interest. Arching his brow in that slight way of his.

“Mhm,” she hummed. “Are you going after Tama’s NEVER Openweight Title?”

He nodded. “I am.”

“Good,” she returned. “Let’s take over.”

A slow grin spread over David’s face. “Absolutely,” he said, and for the first time in months—years—Nellie felt secure, the whole world ahead of her. She was with David, he was with her, and they were going to disrupt everything.

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elphantasmo · 2 years

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count down to the end and we're headed there faster

Rating: Explicit. Pairing: El Phantasmo/Lance Archer Tags/Warnings: brat taming, choking, slapping, bondage, fucking, pwp Word Count: 1575 Links: AO3 Notes: I saw Lance manhandle elp and there are too many of you enablers out there. As always, it's under the cut.

Lance’s hand gripped the bottle of beer tightly, the sweat from the bottle cooling his hand. He wanted to be anywhere but in this dingy bar with an annoying El Phantasmo crowding his space.

“Why am I here with you?” Lance muttered as El Phantasmo slammed into him for the upteenth time.

“So I figured that if I showed you my favorite bar you won’t come at me anymore. I’m still sore from that slam.”

Lance didn’t realize El Phantasmo heard him. He raised an eyebrow as he turned to the other man. Phantasmo had a smirk on his face and elbowed Lance.

“Get me another beer and I’ll consider it Phantasmo.”

“Well I’ll do my best. Might do better if you called me my actual name.”

“Considering your ring name sucks, sure.” A smirk crept on to Lance’s face.

“Excuse you!? One, El Phantasmo is an awesome name. Two, you can call me Riley.”

Lance took the last swig of the beer he was holding. He placed the empty bottle on the bar and stepped off the barstool. Riley stepped back, the smirk back on his face.

“Riley. Yeah, that is better.”

Lanced watched as Riley stepped forward and reached his arm around Lance. The arm against his side made him realize how long it had been since he actually got laid. He shivered and shifted a bit so they weren’t touching.

“Two beers please” Riley said in clunky Japanese. The bartender gave him a nod and took the money off the bar. Lance turned around and looked down at Riley, who was grinning and had a glint in his eye.

“You said to get you another one so I figured I’d play nice and get it.” Riley handed the beer that had arrived to Lance, winking as he did so.

“What do you mean ‘play nice’?” Lance drew in a breath and fixed his stare into Riley as if he was trying to read the other man’s mind.

“Dude, you’re flagging right now. You know I’m not that young right?”

Lance’s eyes widened. He forgot that he actually put his bandanas in his pocket when he left the hotel room.

“Plus. You seem like you’d be fun to play with.” The twinkle had returned to Riley’s eye, posing a challenge to Lance.

“Fine. But we play by my rules.”

“We’ll see about that.” Riley took a swig off his beer, winking at Lance again. He wandered off towards the pool table. Lance grabbed his beer and chugged it down. It had been a while since he had to deal with a brat, but he figured he could get into the swing of it again.

Lance slid up behind Riley, snaking his arm around the waist of the man.

“We’re going to go to my room now. It’s a short walk. You think you can behave long enough to do that?” Lance muttered in Riley’s ear. He felt Riley tilt his head up with a grin on his face.

“I think I can manage.”

The pair left the dingy bar, Lance guiding Riley down the street. No one stopped to look at the two men on the street and Lance was grateful for that. He heard Riley giggle next to him.

“How much did you have to drink?” Lance wanted to make sure that the lines weren’t going to be crossed.

“Oh just two beers. I’m good. Unless you think you can’t handle me?”

Lance wanted to slap Riley silly at this point. The brat side of Riley was starting to seep through the facade more and more and he wasn’t ready.

The pair walked into the lobby of the hotel they were staying in and headed straight for Lance’s room. He had gotten lucky and was on the first floor. Usually he was higher up, but right now he wasn’t going to complain. He slid out his keycard and swiped the door open. Riley followed him into the room and plopped down on the bed.

Riley started to prattle on about the matches and other wrestling things while Lance started to grab things from his bag. He badly wished he brought a ball gag because Riley would not shut up. He knew that he was mouthy during matches, but good lord it seems to be all of the time.

Lance grabbed a bandana and stepped in front of Riley.

“You talk too much.” Lance paused, debating on if he should gag the man or shove his cock down his throat just to shut him up.

“Then shut me up.” Riley countered back, earning a slap across the face for his mouthy comment.

“Oh, that’s just not going to shut me up. People do that to me all day. Gotta get more creative.”

Lance rolled his eyes and unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock.

“Suck on it.” Riley grinned and adjusted his hair so that it wasn’t going to fall out while he got to work.

“I mean….it’s nice and all. Would be a shame if I didn’t show you my awesome skills…”

Lance was getting impatient. He grabbed Riley by the throat and pulled him in closer.

“Open. Up.”

Riley opened his mouth and Lance fed his cock into the waiting mouth. He fucked in and out, not caring if he was too deep or not. Riley didn’t seem to mind, only gagging slightly. Lance felt Riley’s tongue move on the underside of his cock while he was face fucking him.

Lance thought to himself about how at least Riley knew how to use that tongue that he didn’t seem to keep in his mouth. He shook his head and gripped Riley by the hair and started to go as deep as he could. He held back a moan as he got close. He didn’t want to come quite yet, so he pulled out.

Lance looked down at the man who was grinning and covered in spit and drool.

“Told you I was good at it.” Riley winked again and Lance slapped him again for good measure.

“Stay still. I have a plan for you.”

Lance walked over to the briefcase and grabbed a handful of bandanas. He quickly tied them together, leaving one untied.

Lance stood in front of Riley again and maneuvered him so that he could gag him with the bandana.

“There. You won’t be annoying anymore.” Riley groaned while gagged with the cloth. He started to shift backwards on the bed, trying to get out of Lance’s reach.

What Riley didn’t calculate was exactly how tall Lance was and how long his reach was. He was quickly grabbed by the ankles and pulled back to the edge of the bed.

“Lay down flat and hold your arms up.”

Riley debated not cooperating for a second and lifted his legs straight up instead. He grinned through the bandana in his mouth and Lance had clearly had enough. He grabbed one of the lengths of bandana tied together and tied his legs together with it. He then grabbed Riley’s arms and tied those together.

Riley tried to scoot away again and felt the big hands grabbing his feet and hands to tie him together completely.

Once Riley was hog tied, Lance grabbed the lube and slicked up a couple of fingers. He worked them into Riley quickly moving from one finger to a second. After working the two fingers for a bit, he pulled them out, eliciting a whine from Riley.

Lance grabbed the condom he had set on the bed and rolled it onto his cock. He lined up with Riley’s hole and slid in. Taking a few seconds to let Riley adjust to the stretch and length. He then grabbed the tied legs of Riley as leverage and started to fuck in and out of him.

Lance shifted his angle a bit, aiming for Riley’s prostate as he pushed Riley’s legs down a bit. He looked down at Riley’s face, tears streaming down. He was moaning around the bandana in his mouth, begging to be touched.

Lance sped up, feeling his climax starting to happen. He fucked into Riley deeper until he felt himself coming. He slowly fucked in and out while he started to soften and wrapped his hand around Riley’s dick. He stroked a few times and had the other man coming quickly.

Lance pulled out and tied off the condom, tossing it into the trash. He quickly undid the makeshift ropes and scooped Riley up onto the bed. He tossed the man a bottle of water and told him to drink up.

“I’m going to clean us up. Drink the whole thing and eat those chips on the nightstand.”

Lance headed to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth that he had gotten wet. He went back to the bed and cleaned the man up. He watched as Riley’s face turn back to a healthy pink.

“We should do this again. You know, since we’re here for a couple of months.”

Lance playfully swatted the man on the leg.

“We’ll see.”

Riley closed his eyes and leaned back. He didn’t plan on going back to his room and Lance seemed fine with that idea.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Riley said, content and relaxed.

Lance pulled the covers up on the two and turned the TV on and thought to himself about how it could be fun to keep this brat around.

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daddyhausen · 8 months

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Hi whenever you’re requests are open again I would love to have a poly relationship with Jay White & El Phantasmo

• poly relationship headcannons — el phantasmo + jay white •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, poly relationship

{ word count } — 212

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jay white x el phantasmo

{ genre } — smut / fluff

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they would have a hard time sharing you at first

what with both of them having raging egos

jay claims that he should have more time with you considering he began dating you first

to which riley would claim the same except on the basis that he fucks you better

you admired their persistence but lord they needed to learn to share

so you gave them an ultimatum

either they get along and share you or neither of them would get to have you that night

to which both boys would quiet down

meekly responding with a “yes ma’am” in unison

both boys have submissive tendencies

riley will break and bend to your every will while jay is more bratty and disobedient

all in which is quickly fixed with an orgasm or two

their soft spot for you was evident since day one

they’d always tend to spoil you, even on days when it did not call for it

riley would buy you simple gifts like flowers and stuffed animals

jay would tend to be a bit more extravagant, with jewellery and that of the sort

even surprising you with a brand new car when your old one got wrecked

despite the vast differences between their gifts you cherished them all equally.

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Energy Drinks

Pairing: El Phantasmo x reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,609

Summary: Your boyfriend has an energy drink problem and it doesn’t help that he recently became obsessed with a video game.

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: anon

A/N: I didn’t name a game because I couldn’t think of one so feel free to pick any game you like that has a main story and side quests!

The original request can be found here!

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This was the fourth energy drink you witnessed your boyfriend drink over the course of two hours. You never understood why he loved them so much. They tasted disgusting to you but here’s Riley downing his fourth one the way other people drink water or their favorite soda.

“Those energy drinks really aren’t good for you. You keep chugging them like that and your heart’s gonna beat right out of your chest.” You scold him, reaching out to grab the drink off the computer desk.

You were sat next to your boyfriend at the computer watching him fool around on social media. You always had fun seeing what he would come up with in response to his upcoming opponents and rivals. It wasn’t long after he exited out of Twitter and opted to start up a game.

Riley was quick and snatched his drink before you could. “I’ll take my chances.” He stuck his tongue out at you like a child.

That’s what you loved about him, his silliness and how carefree he often was. It was contagious and you ended up going along with whatever shenanigans he cooked up. You two were often described as partners in crime and you agreed.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head at his response, turning your attention to the computer screen. You had no idea what game Riley had loaded up, having missed the title screen but it didn’t matter because you knew next to nothing about video games, but you did enjoy watching Riley play them though.

It was easy to lose track of time with Riley, he was always cracking jokes and providing you commentary on what his character was doing as well as off the wall stories of random characters. Before you knew it, you were yawning and your eyes were getting heavy. Your phone read 11:00 pm and that’s when you knew it was bedtime. “I’m tapping out babe. Don’t stay up too late.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Riley brushed off your ‘don’t stay up too late’ reminder. “Night love.” He never took his eyes off the computer screen as he spoke.

In the bathroom, you quickly changed into your sleepwear which consisted of one of Riley’s old merch shirts and a pair of your underwear and slipped under the covers. Soon you were out like a light.

You awoke to the sunlight peaking between the curtains on the other side of the bed — Riley’s side of the bed. You stretched your limbs for a moment then propped up on your elbow to tell your boyfriend good morning only to find he wasn’t there. His side of the bed was cold, like he had been up for while or never went to sleep to begin with.

“I swear he better not have stayed up all night playing his video game.” You grumbled. Some nights Riley didn’t know when to stop his game and come to bed, especially if he had all those energy drinks.

You made you way down the hall to the room you converted into little office type area and sure enough, there was Riley still sitting at the computer desk with his game still on. As you stepped into the room, you took notice of all the energy drinks scattered across the desk. Upon counting them all, he had another two after you had went to bed.

Riley had heard your footsteps, briefly looking over at you in the doorway with a grin. “Mornin’ baby.” His attention was back to his game when he heard an explosion from the computer. “Shit! Come on!” He shouted.

You suppressed a laugh, you were supposed to be mad at him for not coming to bed to like he should have because the more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t remember Riley coming to bed. You hoped he had, running on no sleep and only energy drinks wasn’t good for him at all. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter."

“I didn’t…” Riley whispered as low as possible. He knows you’ll be disappointed so he hoped maybe you didn’t hear him.

“What was that?” You asked, wanting him to speak up. You’re pretty sure you know what he said but you want to make sure.

“I didn’t go to bed last night. I’m sorry babe. I just got so into this game and all those energy drinks kept me up so I kept playing and before I knew it you were coming down the hall just a moment ago.” Riley cut off his game, disappointed in himself because he knew he disappointed you by brushing off your ‘don’t say up too late’ reminder.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Go get in the bed. You’re lucky you don’t have a match today or tomorrow for that matter.”

He nodded unable to look you in the eyes as he exited the room.

You weren’t exactly mad at him or really even disappointed but more annoyed. You just wished he had listened but apparently there was something about this game and those damn energy drinks that he couldn’t resist, you were curious a about what was so special about the game. You hated the taste of energy drinks so that wasn’t going to happen.

You made your way over to the computer and sat down in the chair, clearly still warm from Riley spending all night there. You weren’t super tech savvy, but you figured out how to turn the game on. You watched as the game loaded and the title screen popped up. So that’s what he’s been so obsessed with. Let’s see what this is all about.

You timidly pushed an arrow key. You had seen Riley used the arrow keys to navigate his character but he had been using other keys as well so you were afraid you’d mess up his progress if you hit the wrong key.

You were right about the arrow keys, his character took a few steps forward and you were actually excited about. What else can this guy do? You pressed the A key on the keyboard and to your surprise the character jumped. You were happy you hit the right key once again, still worried you’d mess things up but your confidence was growing as you remembered the keys Riley would use while playing.

After figuring out what all the keyboard keys did and what the guy in the game could do, you decided to do a little exploring. You had no intentions of actually participating in a battle or anything but unfortunately you walked right into a fight with another character. Oh shit! You panicked and tried to get the guy to run but he was gunned down before you got the chance. “Oh no…. Shit!” You whispered, doing your best not to wake up Riley or get caught playing his game, the same game you fuss at him about for not knowing when to call it quits. Please start at the spot from earlier! Please, please, please! Thankfully for you, that’s where you start over at. You made a note to not venture into that direction again and creep into the opposite direction in hopes to not get caught in the crossfire of another fight.

Before you knew it, you were getting pretty decent at the game — at least in your opinion.

As you continued on playing you decided to try to do one of those side quests. It wouldn’t mess with his progress. Right? Surely not. So off you went. The quest was little more difficult than you anticipated but you were determined. After countless attempts, you finally did it! Yes! You were thrilled you were able to figure it out and accomplish the task.

Your stomach growled causing you to glance at the time — 12:30 pm.

You stretched and pushed the chair back. You saved the game, hoping to return to it later. Now you knew why your boyfriend was obsessed with this game, it was highly addictive.

Turning to head out of the room, you froze in place. There stood Riley, an eyebrow raised and smug look on his face. “I was just… I had to…” You wracked your brain to come up with an excuse as to why you were on the computer. “An e-mail! I had to answer an e-mail.” You said more confidently but knew he didn’t believe that for a second, mostly because you were a shitty liar and he knew it.

Riley sniffed the air a few times. “You might want to check your pants. I smell a fire.” He shook his head trying to hide his laugh and amusement. He had been watching you from the doorway for the last thirty minutes. He thought you were cute playing his game, and he thought it was funny you were pretending you hadn’t just got caught.

“Okay! Okay, I was playing your game.” You admitted. “I wanted to see why you loved it so much and now I think I know.”

This time both your stomachs growled, demanding food. “Let’s eat then you can show me what you did.”

“Deal.” You went to kiss his cheek but he turned his head at the last minute, your lips meeting his.

“You looked hot playing that game, you know. All focused and determined and shit.” Riley smirked, smacking your ass. “Change of plans, hot stuff. I want dessert first.” He lifted you up and carried you down the hall to your shared bedroom.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 1 year

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24 Hours

AEW/NJPW MASTERLIST. EL PHANTASMO MASTERLIST

ELP X Fem Reader

Summary: You haven��t seen your boyfriend Riley in 4 months due to your crazy schedules of working in two different promotions. What happens when your next visit gets cut short and you have only 24 hours to spend with him?

Word count: 1098

You knew this relationship was going to be difficult yet somehow some way you and Riley managed to make it work. The last time you two had seen each other was at Wrestle Kingdom 17, over four months ago. You took advantage of the fact Tony Khan gave you two weeks off to spend in Japan so when Riley called you telling you that you would get 24 hours to spend with him you were sent into a panic.

“What do you mean I get 24 Hrs, you said we had 2 days?” You angrily told Riley who you had on the phone.

“I know Bunny, but I got booked last minute for another show” he responded nervously, afraid of what your response would be.

“It’s fine, we will make it work. We always do.”

“Y/N…..” Riley said in a quiet tone

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” He really was sorry. He didn’t want to take that third booking especially on such short notice but if the boss tells you to, you do it.

Earlier that day: Saturday 7:47 am

“Hello?” Riley answered the phone half asleep

“Listen, I know you were planning on spending a few days in Toronto after your show on Sunday but we need you in Tokyo first thing on Tuesday. I booked you a flight for Monday morning at 6am. Don’t be late.”

Are you kidding me, Riley thought to himself. He had just landed in Iowa a few hours ago and needed to catch up on some much needed sleep before the show tonight. Not only does he have a match tonight and an early flight the next morning to see you but he only has 24 hrs to spend with his girlfriend. Contemplating whether to call you know or wait until after his show tonight Riley thought it was better to rip the bandaid off now and give you some time to cool off before you would meet once again.

“Good morning Bunny!” Riley said in a calm tone

“Dude you know how much I love you and all but it’s 6 am” You responded in a groggy tone

Silence was all you could hear on the line and it started to scare you

“Riley? What’s wrong” You were quick to realize the reason why he was calling must be important or else he would have waited till you were awake.

“Y/N…….” Riley said softly, trying to think of what to say next.

“Yeah…..” You responded scared of what he would say next.

“I’m sorry, but I just got a call that they need me in Tokyo” Riley confessed, the relief of telling you pouring over him.

“So, what does that mean for us?” you said genuinely confused with what he was saying

“It means that we will only get 24 hrs”

“What do you mean I get 24 Hrs, you said we had 2 days?” You angrily told Riley

“I know Bunny, but I got booked last minute for another show” he responded nervously, afraid of what your response would be.

“It’s fine, we will make it work. We always do.” You responded

“Y/N…..” Riley said in a quiet tone

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s fine, I love you” you said, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you

“I love you more, I’ll talk to you later Bunny!”

Once you hung up the phone you couldn't help the tears that poured down your face. You knew your visit would be short but now your time would be split in half. Majority of the time you had was going to consist of you both wrestling. Unable to fall back asleep you started your day trying not to think about what Riley just told you.

The next day: Sunday 8:30 am

You sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in your hands when you felt a warm pair of hands wrap around you, breaking you from your trance.

“Hey Gorgeous, did you make this all for me?” Riley asked?

He was referring to the fact you made a gorgeous breakfast filled with all of his favorite treats. Something you had planned in advance for his visit. You had picked Riley up for the airport earlier that morning and insisted the first thing he did was get some rest once you returned to your home.

“Oh this…..this is nothing, just a little something something” you replied

“Y/N, this is gorgeous and all but i’ve been craving something sweeter” Riley spoke softly as he brought you to your feet. Hands traveling higher up your loose shirt, gripping the soft mounds of flesh he missed dearly.

“Oh yeah?.....and what was that” you replied mischievously, playing into his little game

Riley’s soft lips made their way up your neck, leaving small marks until he reached your sweat spot. A small moan escaped your lips and with that he picked you up by your waist. His blue eyes staring into Y/C eyes. You just stayed like that for a moment, both of you scared to move as if this could be a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

You were first to break the science saying “you don’t understand how much I have missed this”

Just then you saw his eyes change from their baby blue into a deep dark blue and you knew exactly what that meant. The next thing you knew, you found yourself tangled in the sheets, you and Riley frantically trying to take your clothes off like two dumb horney teenagers. Kissing each other so passionately, starved from each other's touch.

Riley had you trapped underneath him when he said “This is me making it up to you”

In that moment you knew everything would be ok. It didn’t matter that you only had 24 hrs, it was moments like this that lasted forever. You would go on to have sex 7 different times before you dropped him off at the airport the next morning and somehow put on a whole wrestling show in between. You loved that man more than anything and knew you would see him soon through the forbidden door.

#aew smut #elp #el phantasmo #smut #fanfic #njpw #njpw fanfiction #njpw smut #bullet club #bullet club smut #el phantasmo smut #el phantasmo imagine #el phantasmo oneshot #el phantasmo x reader #el phantasmo njpw #el phantasmo aew #bullet clubs bitch

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the--blackdahlia · 9 months

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One time at Denny's (ELP x OC)

Title: One Time at Denny's

Summary: A Hungover ELP Meets Someone

Warnings: Minor language, fluff

Notes: For @pepper-ika

Why is this fuckin’ Denny’s so loud? El Phantasmo asked himself as he held his throbbing head. He might have been out a little too late the night before with some of the NJPW Strong guys. He was back in the States for this event, which was fine. Except now he was hungover and trying to sober up before Eddie Kingston kicked his ass. He had a Grand Slam and a cup of coffee, just trying to work this hangover through his system.

That’s when he looked up and, from behind his dark sunglasses, he saw her. She was sitting at a table by herself, reading something on her phone as she ate her food. A burger for breakfast. Well, it was almost 11, and it was Denny’s after all. All Elp could do was stare at her.

Until she looked up at him and he felt his cheeks turn as red as his chest after Ishii finished with him.

“Can I help you?” She asked. Elp got up and walked towards her, sitting across from her. “Hi?”

“Oh, hey.” He gave her a little smile. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Trying to eat.” She stated matter of factly.

“Oh. Same. I’m Elp.”

“What does Elp stand for?” She asked. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, making her roll her eyes. “Really?”

“Well, it actually stands for El Phantasmo.” He laughed. “But you can call me whatever you like.”

“Well, I’m Ida, and I sure as hell am not calling you what you whispered in my ear.” She messed around with her purse for a second and laid a napkin on the table. “Plus, I doubt it’s even that big.” She winked before she took her things and went to go pay.

“Damn, she’s mean,” Elp laughed to himself. “I think I like her.” He went to stand up when he noticed the napkin.

ELP

Call me sometime so I can see if the nickname stands.

555-237-6087

Ida <3

“I think I might be in love.” Elp took the napkin and went back to his Grand Slam, the headache gone. He had found the perfect hangover cure. Now he just had to call her.

#el phantasmo #elp #njpw #original character #fanfiction

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sydsaint · 1 year

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Love my goofball headbanger 💜💚🤟🤘🤟

Summary: The reader starts to lose it after Jay and so many others have left her. But Riley reminds her that he's still around, and he's there to stay.

It's late into the evening when you catch Jay packing his bags in the locker rooms. Confused about where he's going with all his stuff when it should be at the hotel, you confront him.

"Jay?" You catch his attention. "What do you have all your stuff packed up for?" You ask him.

"Y/N." Jay freezes and turns around to face you. "I didn't know that you'd be here, love." He chuckles nervously.

You nod, still confused about what Jay is doing here. "Yeah. But again, are we going somewhere and you forgot to tell me?" You ask him again.

"Not exactly," Jay replies. "Y/N...I'm catching a flight back home." He explains.

"Back home?" You reply. "What? But what about work? Is this about the thing with Hikuleo? Because we can't just give up now." You insist.

Jay shakes his head, clearly not on the same page as you are. "I lost the damn match, Y/N. What the hell else do you want me to do?" Jay raises his voice at you, hands balled into fists at his sides.

"I want you to fight!" You shout back at him, face red with anger. "What? Hikuleo beats you once and you just give up? That's not the Jay White that I know."

Jay scoffs, his ego getting the better of him. "Whatever. I'm Jay White, I do what I want." He insists.

"Well excuse me, mister high and mighty." You sneer back at him. "But I was under the impression that running away like a little bitch wasn't something that 'Switchblade' Jay White was capable of."

"Oh, screw off, Y/N." Jay's fists tighten at his sides. "I'm leaving, and that's the end of it. And If you want to stick around just to hold onto what little sliver of nostalgia for how things used to be, well that's your problem. But I'm done." He turns on his heels and storms off.

"Coward!" You shout back at him as he walks off.

You stare until Jay is out of sight, then your anger slowly begins to fade into disappointment and sadness. You were sure that if you pushed him enough, then Jay would stay. He's always been stubborn. But not this time.

Defeated, you head back to the hotel. When you get to your room, Riley is back from the gym and waiting for you and Jay to return. "Hey, Y/N. There you are." Riley greets you when you come through the door. "Where's Jay at? I texted him like four times, but he won't answer me."

"Jay's gone." You reply, emotion absent from your tone as you walk over to your bed.

"Gone?" Riley replies. "Well, when is he going to be back?" He asks you.

Anger starts to well back up in your throat. You whirl around to Riley red in the face again. "Damnit, Riley! He's gone! Gone, okay!" You shout. "...And he's not coming back."

Riley flinches slightly at your outburst. But he's seldom seen you angry before. Especially not like this. "Oh." He replies to your outburst quietly with a nod.

"Riley..." You look at him with an apologetic look on your face. "I'm sorry." You sigh. "I...It's just. Why? Why'd he have to go? Why does everyone always end up leaving me?" You finally break down and fall back onto your bed in total defeat.

"Awe, Y/N." Riley hesitantly walks over to your bed and sits down on the edge of it. He sets a gentle hand on your leg, afraid that you might get the wrong idea and snap at him again. "Jay's a cunt for leaving." He attempts to make you feel better. "They all are. But you're not alone, okay? I'm still here, aren't I?"

You sniffle and slowly rise back into a sitting position. Riley remains in place at the end of your bed with a sympathetic smile on his face. "You're planning on leaving too, aren't you?" You shake your head. "I know that you and Finlay have never gotten along." You remind him.

"Leave?" Riley snorts in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Are you kidding me? I'm your ride-or-die, sweetheart. You can't get rid of me that easily, Y/N." He teases you. A hint of a smile creeps onto your face at Riley's joke and he chuckles. "There's that pretty smile."

Riley reaches forward and lifts your chin with his thumb gently so you're looking him in the face. "I've got your back, baby. Always." He promises you.

"Promise?" You reply sheepishly.

"Til death do us part" Riley nods and before you know it, he's leaning in.

Your eyes flutter shut and you feel Riley's soft lips on yours, his stubble tickling your face. You lean forward a bit and Riley pulls you into his chest gently.

"What would I do without you, Riley?" You sigh into his neck.

"Be very very sad." Riley jokes and kisses the top of your head. "Now don't you worry about David Finlay. I can handle that maniac. All you need to worry about is you and me, baby." He assures you.

You lean back up straight with a small smile on your face. Riley reaches up and wipes a stray tear from your cheek with a cheeky grin. "Screw them all, right?" You giggle. "It's the great El Phantasmo and Y/N against the world."

"You know it, gorgeous!" Riley chuckles and leans forward for another kiss.

#njpw #bullet club #new japan pro wrestling #el phantasmo #jay white #david finlay #wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #njpw fanfiction #bullet club fanfic #Elp my love #Hes such a goofball #i love him

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Comfortable Silence - Riley x Emery

Post Bullet Club Betrayal at Sakura Genesis 2023

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club Series

Word Count: 1874 Warnings: Mentions of betrayal, mentions of harming someone else.

Teeth-rotting fluff

Tag List: @blxxckheart @summertimefun1982

Prompts: > You can cuss, cry, scream—it doesn’t matter. Just talk to me; talk until it’s all out. > You’re safe here in my arms.

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Heartbreak.

Heartbreak and anger were the only emotions Emery could feel at the moment.

Heartbreak at how her boyfriend had been attacked and betrayed. Anger at the people who had done it.

Emery had been keeping a close eye on things happening in NJPW over the years, especially once she started dating Riley. Even more so recently, with Jay leaving and Finlay seemingly taking over. All his jabs, abuse, and disrespect he had shown her boyfriend made her seethe, and her blood boil. Numerous times, Riley had to talk her out of catching a flight to Japan to throw hands with the Irish-German jerk.

For hours today, she had waited to hear from Riley about his trios match at Sakura Genesis. Her demeanor had changed from excitement to shock when he had called her. His usual charming voice was low and soft and seemed to break as he spoke. He refused to do a video call, which was unlike him.

Riley usually loved video calls, claiming that seeing Emery’s beautiful face was the best part of his days.

For him to act this way pained her, which is why she was catching the first flight available to Tokyo. While she had been on the phone with him, she was already packing, throwing a few changes of clothing into a small carry-on, and hastily opening her laptop to get her ticket.

The longer they were on the phone, the more she could tell Riley was affected by the whole thing.

Not so much David’s attack on him— but the fact that even Gedo and KENTA had played a part in it.

And Taiji.

Taiji Ishimori. His long-term tag team partner. Someone he had been through the burner with for years now.

The closest flight she found was one that left Jacksonville at 2:24 pm, had a three-hour layover in Dallas, and would arrive in Tokyo at about 10:15 pm. It cost her a pretty penny, close to 3400 dollars, but Emery needed to be there for Riley.

It had already been nearly five months since they last saw each other in person. It was her luck that TK and Kenny didn’t need her for any Elite business for the following week, and she was able to take the time away. Kenny had even driven her to the airport and saw her off.

The entire flight, she was too wired to sleep; her mind kept racing with numerous thoughts.

What Riley must be feeling at this moment.

How would she feel if she was in his place.

What was the most pain-inducing thing she could legally do to Finlay and Ishimori.

Nearly eighteen hours after leaving Florida, the plane finally touched down in Tokyo, and Emery hastily made her way off the plane and towards the pickup area to look for a taxi.

Since he had taken to being in NJPW for the majority of the past few years, Riley had gotten himself a small apartment. Her Japanese was a bit rusty, so she typed out the address in her phone for the driver, and with a nod from him, they took off toward her unsuspecting boyfriend.

It had been just over four years since Emery had been in Japan, but it was still as beautiful as she remembered. All the bright, neon lights surrounded the streets. It gave her a small window to think more about everything that had happened.

Sure, Jay had taken Bullet Club over from Kenny – but it wasn’t a complete, hostile takeover like in the past. Kenny had been ready to pass it on, so unlike the last moments where AJ had attacked Finn and Kenny had attacked AJ—Jay was able to take over the club peacefully. There was no real animosity between Emery and Jay; they got along reasonably well. When she had learned that the violent takeover had occurred once more, as David attacked Jay back at Battle in the Valley, Emery felt somewhat disappointed.

But after talking with Riley and then later with Jay, Emery realized it wasn’t an actual takeover. Jay had zero plans to hand off Bullet Club to someone, especially not to David Finlay. To her, Finlay knew it too—which is why he seemed to always have issues with Riley, who would always be on Jay’s side.

Switchblade and ELP were for life, no matter what.

A smile lifted Emery’s lips slightly at the thought. She noticed the car come to a steady stop and looked out her window, recognizing the apartment building in front of her.

“Arigato,” Emery told the driver, paying him the fee plus a decent tip. It was late at night, after all, and she was feeling generous to him for even picking her up. Grabbing her carry-on bag and getting out of the taxi, Emery’s brown eyes scanned the outside of the building, stopping about halfway up at where Riley’s apartment would approximately be. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the brightly lit lobby area and headed to the elevator, pressing the ‘up’ button.

Her eyes widened momentarily, quickly pulled out her cell and clicked on her messages.

“Hey, Ken. Totally spaced on it, but I landed a bit ago. Already got a taxi and made it to Riley’s. Getting in the elevator as we speak.”

Hitting the send button, Emery walked into the small square, hit the button for the 7th floor, and then the close button. As she waited, her phone vibrated in her hands, alerting her to a message.

“One-track mind, like always. ;-) I’m sure he’s going to love having you there. Stay safe, and try not to get into trouble. -K”

With a smile, she replied,

“Harrharr Ken. Thanks, and no promises. I have some asses to kick while I’m here.”

The elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open, so Emery slid her phone into her back pocket and began walking down the hall. For some reason, she started to feel nervous, which was odd; she was just going to see her boyfriend. There was nothing to be nervous about.

Maybe it was the whole situation? She didn’t know what frame of mind he would be in. Would he be happy to see her? Perhaps this was a mis—

No, it wasn’t a mistake. Emery shook the thought from her head.

Riley needed her.

Perhaps, she even needed him.

Either way, it was too late as she stopped outside his apartment door. Not wanting to risk hesitating, Emery quickly reached out and knocked on the wooden door before waiting. Close to a minute passed, and nothing happened.

She debated knocking again, wondering if he was out—or if he was already asleep.

Riley sleeping this early wasn’t usual, however, but going out was a possibility. He hadn’t seemed in a ‘Go-Out’ mode on the phone that morning. Frowning, Emery tried again, knocking just a tad harder, and waited.

Close to a minute passed again, and she was about to reach for her phone before the door swung open.

“What do you--?! E-emery?” Riley questioned, his voice softening as he looked at her standing there.

“Surprise?” She gave him a soft smile, hoping he wasn’t upset, “I just figured… with everything that—” Before she could even finish, Riley had stepped out into the hallway and engulfed her in a hug. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight to his chest, his head resting against the top of hers. Emery slowly snaked her arms around his body, her palms resting against his back as she breathed his scent.

She missed this.

Missed him.

Not seeing him in person for a long time had driven her insane.

They stayed in that spot for several minutes before pulling apart, and as she thought they would head inside, Riley surprised her by leaning down and kissing her. The impact of his lips on hers took her breath away, but she welcomed it, her hands resting on his as he cradled her face in his larger hands. A minute later, he released her lips and led her inside his apartment. He let go of her hand as he closed the door and walked towards the living room.

It was dark inside, a small lamp on in the living room being the only light source. Emery also noticed it seemed trashed, as a chair lay on the floor and papers scattered the living room.

“What are you doing here, Ree?” Riley asked quietly, slumping down on the couch. She noticed he wouldn’t meet her gaze, his eyes staring at the coffee table.

“I wanted to see my boyfriend. He wouldn’t video call me this morning,” Emery said, hoping to get a smile from him, but instead, he seemed only to scoff.

“Some boyfriend… betrayed and attacked by everyone…. Be better off without me.”

She felt like her heart was shattering at his words, so she set her bag down at the small dining table and walked over to join him on the couch.

“Riley…” Emery softly called out, reaching out to take his hand. As soon as she touched him, he quickly drew it away, surprising her. It was silent for a few minutes as she tried to figure out what to say or do.

“Rye— come on, baby, talk to me, please.”

Silence again until Riley pushed himself off the couch and walked over to the window, looking at the city.

“Please, Rye. You can talk to me,” Emery told him, her voice soft,” You can cuss, cry, scream—it doesn’t matter. Just talk to me; talk until it’s all out.”

Even in the dim light, she could see his fists clenching and unclenching. Emery wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him again—but held back, deciding to let him make the first move instead. After what seemed like forever, Riley finally turned around to face her. His jaw was tense, but she could see the emotion in his eyes.

He was hurt. The betrayal—especially by Taiji—was getting to him.

“Just… hold me. Please.” He bit out, eyes glistening as he made the request.

Nodding, Emery brought her legs onto the couch and leaned back as Riley gently laid down on top of her, his head resting on her chest. His long legs stuck out past the end of the couch, but at that moment, he didn’t care about it.

Emery began to softly comb her fingers through his blonde hair, humming a random song as she did so. The silence between them wasn’t thick with tension but calming and comfortable. With her other hand, she gently rubbed his upper back through the shirt he was wearing. As the minutes ticked by, Emery could feel the tension slowly leave Riley’s body as he finally relaxed.

Placing a soft kiss on his head, Emery whispered, “You’re safe here in my arms.”

They stayed like that for quite a while, comfortable in the silence, before Riley finally spoke up.

“Thank you, Emery, for being here…. I love you so, so much….”

“I love you too, Riley,” Emery replied, a soft smile on her face.

This was home.

Being in his arms, being with him.

That’s where she belonged.

#njpw #all elite wrestling #dark angel of the bullet club #kenny omega #OC #original female character #OC Emery #El Phantasmo #ELP #El Phantasmo x OC #ELP x OC #imagine #fanfiction #kitkat0723

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forthelostones · 7 months

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i. through the darkness - a fanfiction

꧁ since the apocalypse you found yourself living a stagnant but fulfilling life. you lived in the cabin you watched your parents build many years ago. you never ended up in a qz or sought out refuge anywhere else. living just outside jackson, on a lakefront, away from the world. you watched them build a community around you, something someone so isolated could dream of. but what would it cost? on a lone day, while you're hunting for dinner you hear a dry voice cry for help. it's a familiar voice, one you've only heard of ruffled behind static. she's helpless in your trap, unconscious in the dirt, leaking with blood, her auburn hair stuck to her fighting face.

content: mention of loss, mention of two-parent household, parent/ sibling death (implied), grief, blood, aged!ellie, fluff/angst.

an: waaaaa let's see how long this'll last. first ff since i was 13? woaaaa. also thanks guys for all the follows, that’s means sm to me!!! also any requests? let me know.

wc: 2.2k

Your stomach spoke to you while finishing your glass of herbal tea. It warmed you, but it wouldn’t satisfy you until dinner, which you were putting off. You knew you'd need to go hunt since the change of seasons left you with such little protein. But you so desperately enjoyed the weather and the coolness that allowed you to sit by the fire, read your favorite books, and go thoughtless. The crinkling of the wood created a hazy picture inside your mind of when you would sit by the fire with your mom and read her childhood books. You look around and sit alone with a copy of a graphic novel with pages that have become dusty with time.

You close up the book and swallow the last drops of tea as you slip on your house shoes to walk to the kitchen. The floorboards creak beneath you, echoing in your ears, reminding you how quiet this place has become. Your hands wrap around the ceramic sink as you lay the glass down and peer out to the lake. Your memory floods with flashes of Christmas, the house noisy with the clattering dishes from the same meal mom made every year. Meatloaf, fire-roasted chicken. mashed potatoes, green beans, biscuits, pumpkin pie, and iced lavender tea. A meal that filled your belly up so much that you could barely stand at the sink to wash dishes. But as you stood, you so desperately wanted to lay in your father's arms, on the couch, listening to the laughter of your mom and brother dancing to a record. But instead, you looked out the window, into the never-ending treeline, watching the snow fall heavily over the deck sloppily washing.

You sniffled as you fought the distance between your mind and the present. You weren’t in the business of crying, that ended a long time ago. But when you peered out that same window and watched the sun hallow into the lake slowly you felt as if you could.

Better go, you thought.

You strapped on your boots, tossed your rifle over your shoulder, and headed towards the door. All your gear was already set up from the day previously when you decided you would just eat vegetable soup again for dinner. You groan as you step into the frosty air, colder than you thought, but you smile, knowing Spring is knocking, waiting to come in. The world around you had become so quiet, so you constantly hummed a tune your dad taught you to keep your mind from wandering.

♪ Open the door, Richard…

Open the door and let me in…♪

You hear his voice chime in on the next line…

♪ Open the door, Richard

Richard, why don't you open that door?♪

The whistling breeze came to a brief halt, amplifying your voice and your feet crunching on the recently defrosted grass. As you walk to your post, opposite the lake, you hear coughing. For a moment you think it’s in your head, a new bit your memory made up while singing the vaudeville tune. The gurgle of trapped liquid triggered your senses causing you to leap to the ground.

“‘Elp—“

It wasn’t an infected, it was an actual human. Your body jerks a gasp out of your mouth causing you to muffle your excitement that faded quickly. You set up a conibear trap down that way to ward off the trespassers you thought you’d get. You stood to your feet and sprinted ferociously to the sight. The voice yelped again, softly, as they hear you crash towards them.

Lying in a shallow ditch was a girl with the thick of her calve stuck between your trap. How long has she been out here? Her face was dirtied with earth and her body twitched from the pain. She had dropped out of consciousness as you appeared. Luckily the trap was old and somewhat defective, so her blood flow wasn’t as intense as it could’ve been. You check the surrounding area cautiously to make sure no one is hidden along the shore or tree line. You went over to her, prying the trap away with any remaining strength you had, nicking yourself and freeing her leg. Her pierced veins dripped blood, so you unwrap your scarf and tie it around her flesh until you could get her into the cabin. You hoist her up over your shoulder and walk quickly from shore, up the grassy plain, and twisting the door handle open with a free hand.

Your heart raced at the human connection.

“I gotcha,” you say hoarsely.

You open the bathroom door and lie her in the bathtub, hand behind her frosted neck. She's practically frozen, you thought. You remove her backpack, shoes, and additional layers down to her warming garments and grab the med kit from your living room. Your hands quake as you attempt to remember what to do. Find the source, stop the source, stay clean baby, you hear your Mom say. You cut a strip up her pant leg to view the wound. She needed stitching, on both sides of her calve, bulbs of nervous sweat gathered on your forehead, and fell quickly into the tub. Your hands were damp with fresh blood, more than you’ve ever dealt with before even when you went hunting. You reached for the spout to the tub and rinsed your hands off before delving into the kit for a needle and thread, she was going to be okay.

You stood at her bedside, sponging her face with warm water you boiled on the stove and a clean washcloth. Your heart rate hasn’t dropped since you found her. Almost ten years since a human was breathing around you and you couldn’t believe it, you wished it didn’t go this way, but part of you was glad she did. Questions rummaged through your curious mind about how she found you, why she was here, what if she came to kill you, what if there’s a cure and they were alerting others? The thoughts didn’t stop. She was still unconscious, lying in your bed, tucked warmly with your flannel pajamas, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. You had given her a nice cleaning, wiping away the days-old dirt built up on her skin, even picking it from under her nails. Slathering her dried lips with petroleum, combing her hair after washing it, and now cleaning off her cheeks. Her face pleased your eyes, and that short hair sparked fiery against the dullness of your bedroom, filled with trinkets of the past illuminated by a flickering candle. Your sponge slowly swiped over her tattoo, it looked a few years old, faded away with time, and stretched over her aching muscle.

Cool, you thought in the midst of then constant brain chatter.

You dragged the loveseat from the living room to where she peacefully slept. You had been monitoring her after drowning her in freshwater with crushed-up painkillers. You had been worried because her breathing began to stagger into choking snores. But you also thought it would be a good idea to stay by her side to explain why she was here. In the meantime, you warmed up leftover soup on the stove, making sure there was enough for her when she awakened. You pulled a blanket off your couch and dragged a cup of soup to your post. As you spooned in the warm broth with potatoes and carrots to your mouth you watched her chest rise and fall, even if her breathing became shallow, you watched to make sure. She began to sweat late in the night, so you placed a cool rag on her forehead and dulled the fire. Something about her made you want to know her.

The morning broke through the sheer curtains and the birds from last Spring arrived again. You looked over to your patient who cuddled a pillow to her chest, hair sticky, and sprawled all over her face. It actually makes you smile because for a moment, life feels familiar — she feels familiar. You have a stretch and head to the kitchen to get started on breakfast, oats with apple butter. You toss more fire starter into the pit to bring more warmth to the brisk morning. A loud groan, that flowers into a scream, comes from your bedroom and you are met with the fiery woman once again. Her eyes bulging out of her head as her arms flail with her head tossed back. She searches around your room for something, anything to protect herself, and for a moment you feel the threat of danger comes as she grips the glass of water you set out for her.

“Stop!” You holler, but your voice cracks, it’s been a while since it’s been used like this.

Her strong arms chuck the glass at your feet, which causes you to wince and jump onto the bed. You wrap your hand around her aching, freshly stitched calf. She spits out profanities, reaching for your face, but you just squeeze her throwing arm harder.

“I’m help, I help you, I’m helping you!” You stutter, trying to get the phrasing right.

But she doesn’t stop until tears form in the corner of her eyes.

Her body stops shaking the second she makes eye contact with you. In that moment you felt like Eve, full of sin, being discovered by God's wandering eye, naked, with her pupils melding into yours. She sighs as you lift your hand.

“It’s it’s me,” you suggest, repeatedly saying your name.

Her forest eyes settle on you as you move quickly off of her, freeing her wrist.

“Okay. Okay.” She replies.

Her voice is dry with rasp laced between her moans of agony.

“You got stuck in my trap, do you remember, I-I live here. This is my house.” You explain anxiously.

Which feels weird to say out loud, it’s just yours now.

She remains silent.

“Your leg got caught in a trap, do you remember?” You enunciated slowly.

“I can understand you.”

You twitch at her unpleasant reply.

“Can you? Look, I’m sorry you got stuck. I’ll get you more meds.”

“No, no,” she winches. “It’s fine I have to go, my people are probably worried, how many days has it been?”

You shrug your shoulders, which wasn’t sufficient enough for her, and she spits a nasty what at you. “I don’t know and what do you mean people? Is there someone coming here, are you…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence at the possibility of this girl attracting people to you.

“No, no one knows I'm here exactly. I wouldn't willingly walk into a trap.”

You keep your post near the door, away from the broken glass as you observe her attempt to sit up. She looks around the room and you feel a wave of embarrassment. Posters from your youth are plastered on the walls, crooked and dusty.

“You won’t be able to make it far with that leg.” You distract her.

She pulls the sheet away from her now bloody gauze. The sight makes you jump into action and elevate it. You thought your stitches would hold, but they didn’t. The glass crunched under you as you leaped to the loveseat where you moved the kit for the night. You frantically removed the swatch of gauze and unraveled it in your hands.

“Give it.” She demands.

But you’re not listening to her words, you unravel the fabric to see your stitches in place, just her movement made her bleed a little more.

“Give it,” she reached for your hands.

“Let me do this!” You scream, shutting her up.

She sits as quiet as she can, sucking her teeth, as you change her bandages. You look up to her and she looks away, avoiding contact with your eyes. You silently walk to wash your hands and grab the broom.

The room falls quiet other than the hay sticks scraping the wood.

“I’m sorry.”

Her voice breaks through the silence and you just freeze, squatting on the ground, over the glass, out of her view. Once the glass is in the metal dustpan you walk it to the kitchen to dispose of it.

“It’s okay. I would’ve reacted the same way.” You sigh, propping yourself back in your chair.

“You alone?”

“I am, have been for the last ten.”

“Oh shit.”

Her reaction pulled at a nerve you didn't think you had.

“Ten years,” she adds. “By yourself? What…”

You just nod, thinking of how your mom would’ve handled this situation. Brought breakfast to bed, made a natural creme for her wounds, and played soft music to awaken her. She wouldn’t have attacked Mom.

“I’ll get started on breakfast.”

You watched her devour a bowl of warm oats. The spoon entered her mouth swiftly, clattering against her front teeth and scraping as she pulled it away. You added milk into her oats to be more filling, lots of cinnamon, and apple butter to hide the stale taste. Her tongue even rode the ridges of the bowl where the thick, sweet glue dried and hardened. Her breathing was sporadic, almost like she would die if she didn’t devour the food immediately. You were still on your fifth spoon, almost halfway through. You deducted from her hurriedness that she was outside for at least three days. She sat patiently against the headboard and waited for you to finish. You had forgotten how to speak to someone. The only time you spoke these days was when you read to yourself, acting out the scenes and trying character voices. As you try to speak to her your voice caught in the back of your throat. But you could ask the one question humans asked each other upon first meeting.

“What’s your name… by the way? The by the way you added hurriedly as you remembered from the movies you watch that they say that.

“Ellie.” She replied.

“Ellie.” You repeat.

You smirked as you took another spoonful, hiding your mouth, you liked the way her name sat at the tip of your tongue. Instead of worrying, you just thought Ellie.

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #lesbian #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #tlou2 ellie #ellie angst #ellie fluff #x reader #fanfics #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #the last of us 2 #ellie x y/n #ellie x dina

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 102

Hello everyone, Smite here!

First MoA post in the new era. What has changed? Not that much, really. I'll still list a couple of stories I found good below and tell you why you should read them and leave love for the writers. It's insane to me how many writers are attempting Kinktober and really release fics every damn day. One of those (mostly short) smuts is even on this ranking!

Update: I am writing. Slowly. My work is spread across multiple pieces so I don't know when one of them gets finished. Patience, friends.

Here we go!

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@iznsfw: Day Off ft. Xiaoting

IZ when normal smut: GOAT-esque

IZ when commission: LITERAL GOAT

I can't stretch how fucking GENIUS this 10k threesome with fucking Xiaoting is. Really, I can't stretch it, like I can't stretch her pussy. okay wait what. IZ has done it again, and I'm soooooo close do doing a Kep1er agenda post, because there is 0% pureness in that group.

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@ggidolsmuts: Bases Loaded, Holes Filled ft. Xiaoting, Yujin, Mashiro

Ahem, agenda time:

WE. NEED. MORE. KEP1ER. SMUTS. And if you think there are enough, you are wrong, and you will be wrong. The best way to write more Kep1er is to write more Kep1er in a Kep1er fic. The more members, the merrier. Thank you, dear comrade ddeun for doing your part, now it's up to YOU to spread the Kep1er agenda!

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@okaylikesmomo: Exchange Pt. 1: Behind the Stage ft. BLACKPINK

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@essentiallyleaf: Kinktober Day 6: Dacryphilia ft. Karina

This mf posts like 100 things a day and has literally done Kinktober up until this point, so you might wonder why I picked this part. Well, it's because Karina, deepthroat and fucking dacryphilia. Fuck, shit makes me rabid.

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@existslikepristin: Joy, but Genie index ft. Joy

This is more than just a simple one shot story or series. Our dear ELP does voting at the end of each part which determine in which the story might go. It's a great mixture of decision making and unpredictability because ELP has a blooming fantasy. The premise is basically that Joy is a Genie, you have three wishes and it's definitely gone sexual.

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@dreamcatchers-husband: Don't give in ft. Handong

Oh, you better give in and read this, because there is [REDACTED] at the end.

What? You thought I'd spoil what happens in this fic? No, definitely not. Give Handong some love and some dong (otherwise she'd only be Han (haha (I'm in misery, kill me))).

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@braaan: In all the ways that matter ft. Yunjin

So idol x fan fics are... like the simplest, most basic stereotype in kpop fanfiction. Put a couple of twists on it and it's already getting more interesting, but if you can actually do a unique story that has me engaged in more than just "Yunjin is literally sex incarnate, breed" you got yourself a good fic.

Look, this is a good fic, reeeead it!

That's it for today. Feel free to send me asks. Have a nice time, until we meet again on MoA!

#mondayofappreciation #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years

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Jay White and ELP remind me of mean but playful frat brothers so could I request something with the both of them and the reader playing dirty truth or dare, ending in them sharing the reader? Love your writing, thank youuu😁

Let’s consider this a “Warm up to Halloweek” Part 2 😏. Thank you so much for the compliment and you’re welcome, love 😘💋

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Sigma Kappa Lambda was the biggest and most popular fraternity of your university. Every guy wished to be a “brother” and every girl desired to date one of its members.

They were known for their good looks, amazing parties and enormous collection of trophies and medals. They won everything, from sports competition to the biggest fundraiser in the history of the university.

Their chaotic Halloween party always hosted hundreds of people and sometimes even a few professors could be seen sneaking inside the party every year.

You were sure you were the only one who never stepped a foot inside Sigma Kappa to enjoy a party until today.

To be honest you always preferred the company of books over people, but the earlier events pushed you to stand where you are right now, which is playing truth or dare with the two most desired athletes of Sigma: Jay and Riley.

You don't remember how you ended up in this position, you just know that they were the first ones to greet you when you came in and they haven’t left your side since then.

“C’mon geeky, it’s your turn” Riley pointed to the empty beer bottle on Jay’s bedroom floor.

You twisted the bottle and it stopped on Jay who smirked “Dare”

You thought for a while and came up with the first dumb idea that crossed your mind “I dare you to… lick the sole of my shoe”

“Really?” Jay chuckled “How old are we? Twelve?”

“What? Is a good dare”

“Of course it is! What will you dare us to do next? Drink toilet water?” Riley teased before taking a sip of his beer.

“So what do you want me to do? Make an 18+ kind of dare?” You teased back, already waiting for them to laugh along with you.

When they only stared at you with knowing smirks, the laugh died on your throat “I was joking, you know”

“But that’s a wonderful idea, nerdy” Jay crawled towards you until his face was mere inches apart from yours “I was kind of expecting that Riley would make such an offer not you, but you know what? Something tells me you’ll be a wonderful little surprise”

You gulped hard and instantly darted your tongue out to lick your dry lips. Jay’s gray eyes followed your tongue as it wetted the supple meat of your bottom lip before he asked in a whisper “Give me my dare, honeybee”

“I…I dare you to kiss me”

“That will be by far the easiest dare I’ve ever had” Was the last thing Jay said before his lips tasted yours in a deep, slow, sensual kiss that seemed to last forever until Riley spoke:

“Alright, it’s my turn now” His voice was an octave lower, with a hint of lust and envy in its timbre.

He didn’t even mind to twist the bottle, he simply smirked “I dare you to kiss me”

An unfamiliar courage took over you and you suddenly saw yourself kneeling in front of him. Since Riley was still sitting on the floor, that gave you a few inches of advantage and you decided to use that to straddle his hips.

Your hands cupped his bearded cheeks, feeling the soft beard caress your skin. Riley’s hands came to rest on your ass, kneading and stroking your clothed flesh.

Looking into the sky blue eyes, you darted your tongue out to give soft kitten licks on his bottom and upper lips.

Riley groaned and pulled you closer to his body “Stop teasing me, bunny”

“You look like the kind that enjoys some teasing” You smirked confidently

“Not when my cock is rock hard though”

Your lips immediately covered his in a burning kiss that made you lose control over yourself. A light tug on your scalp made you break the kiss to soon have your back pressed against Jay’s torso.

“You’re something else, aren’t you, little bee?” His hand tugged harder on your hair, making a soft moan escape your lips

“Looking so innocent and naïve but that’s just a façade, isn’t it? Because deep down, there’s not even an ounce of innocence in you” One of Riley’s hands cupped your breast as the other closed around your throat “Because if you were, you wouldn’t be offering yourself like a cheap slut for us”

“What’s the matter? I thought you two liked a cheap slut. Isn’t that what you’re used to after all?” You teased, which earned you a hard hair tug from Jay and a slap on the ass from Riley.

“And I thought that pretty little mouth was only good to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. I see that I was wrong” Jay whispered in your ear making you cackle “You have no idea of what this mouth can do”

“Oh really?” Riley smirked, “Why don’t you show us then, bunny?” His fingers caressed your bottom lip “Show us what that mouth and pussy can do”

The loud laugh that left your lips was wicked and didn’t resemble you at all as you dared both men “Make me”

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debbiechanclub · 1 year

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I'll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense), Part 1

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher x OFC with a little bit of ZSJ x OFC (also references to past!Jay White x OFC and past!El Phantasmo x OFC) ; Will Ospreay x OFC and past!Robbie Eagles x OFC (it's all here, folks!) Word Count: 4,829 Warnings: Alcohol use, language, angst

Nellie hasn't seen Kyle in two months. And despite previous experience to the contrary, she realizes that absence still can make the heart grow fonder.

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Saturday, November 13, 2021 Tokyo, Japan

After being forced to immediately tap out for a second time, Nellie was reminded why she simultaneously loved and hated training with Zack: she learned a lot, but he brought out her competitive streak in the worst way.

“You suck,” she breathed as he released her from the hold.

“Oh, don’t be like that, darling,” Zack smirked. “Thankfully, you don’t have to beat me to make the final tomorrow.”

Nellie rolled her eyes.

“No, but I’ll beat you if we don’t make it because you maimed my partner’s arm,” Torrance piped up from the ring apron. It made Taichi laugh, but Zack waved her off.

“Nell can handle it,” he said. He offered her his hand, and she took it and he pulled her up from the mat. Tomorrow, Nellie and Torrance would have the most important match of their short tag team career when they would face off against Mayu Iwatani and Rin Kadokura in the Block A final of the Goddesses of Stardom Tag League, and hopefully go on to the tournament final to earn a shot at the Goddesses of Stardom Championship. And because it was the biggest match of their tag team career thus far, Nellie figured why not enlist the best tournament tag team she knew in Dangerous Tekkers to help prepare her and Torrance.

“We have been going at it a few hours, though; I don’t want to push you too hard,” Zack said. “Is there anything else you want to go over?”

He looked between Nellie and Torrance, who looked between each other. “I’m good if you are,” Nellie said. Torrance agreed.

“Yeah, I’ve done enough sparring with Zack to last me a while.”

Zack grinned. “A bit more intensive than sparring with Robbie, is it?”

“Oi! I know you’re not talking shit.”

Robbie Eagles appeared almost as if Zack had summoned him. Nellie looked at Torrance again in surprise. But apparently, she hadn’t known Robbie would show up, either.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked him. “Don’t you need to be at Korakuen soon?”

“Yeah, but I thought I’d stop by on the way over, see how it’s going,” Robbie answered. “And I walk in to hear Zack sullying my good name as a trainer.”

Zack shook his head. “No, mate, not as a trainer; just as a wrestler in general.”

Taichi laughed. Torrance did too and tried to hide it. Robbie gave Zack a flat look. “Fuck off,” he said, and then to Torrance and Nellie, “Are you packing up?”

“Oh, yeah,” Torrance answered. “I need a hot shower and a nap after what they just put us through.”

“As I said,” Zack commented, “more intensive than with Robbie.”

Robbie ignored him. “Are you not coming to the show?” he asked. But Torrance didn’t even need to think about her answer.

“Hell no. Taiji and Riley will both be there; you know I don’t like how they get around each other.”

The mood took an awkward turn then; so awkward, that Taichi took the opportunity to leave, waving to everyone as he went. But Torrance had a point: Robbie knew better than anyone, even Nellie, how Riley and Ishimori’s influence on each other’s behavior had played a part in Torrance and Ishimori’s break-up. He’d witnessed it firsthand during the brief period his and Riley’s time in Bullet Club had overlapped, and he’d been one of Torrance’s closest confidants after she’d left Ishimori. More than confidants, actually. But that had changed after Torrance and Nellie’s trip to London two months ago.

“We’re getting dinner and probably both having an early night,” Nellie said for Robbie’s sake more than Torrance’s. He looked like a wounded puppy, and she couldn’t take it. “Big day tomorrow, and all.”

Robbie nodded. “No yeah, I get it,” he returned. “I know you two will kill it.”

Another awkward silence started to creep in, and Torrance took it as her cue to exit. “Well, I’m gonna go; thanks again, Zack.” She looked at Nellie as she started to backpedal away. “I’ll text you later.”

“Yeah, see you,” Nellie said, and Torrance retreated into the locker room.

Zack tutted. “That was brutal, mate,” he said to Robbie. “I feel bad for calling you a shit wrestler now.”

Robbie gave a wry laugh. “Thanks. Well, good luck tomorrow, Nell. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Yeah, good luck tonight,” Nellie told him, and he waved and went back toward the exit.

“Are he and Torrance not a thing anymore?” Zack asked once Robbie was out of earshot.

Nellie sighed. “It’s complicated. I don’t know if they ever really were a thing, to be honest.” She grabbed her water bottle and phone from where she’d set them on a chair nearby. “But I’m gonna head out, too.”

“Hold on—Robbie reminded me,” Zack started, and Nellie paused to look at him. “Taichi was wondering if you’ll be accompanying us at all for World Tag League.”

Nellie’s mouth went dry. Admittedly, she’d been wondering the same herself, and with the annual tournament starting up tomorrow, she’d half-expected Zack to ask now that they were finally in a good place with each other again. And, unless she was imagining it, Nellie thought she saw a glimmer of hope in his eye that her answer would be yes.

But she couldn’t give him that. “I don’t know,” she uncertainly returned. “I mean, I’m not even in Suzuki-gun anymore, am I?”

It was more statement than question. As much as Nellie had liked to believe she’d been a full-fledged member of Suzuki-gun, she’d always felt like more of an affiliate, only there because she was with Zack; more included than Miho, but still less than everyone else. And so, when she and Zack had broken up, the tie had been severed—and it had taken him and Nellie a while to learn how to be just friends. She’d been a ghost in the weeks and months following their break-up, not attending a single NJPW event until she’d gotten together with Jay, and even then, she’d remained backstage. Wouldn’t it be out of line for her to just show up again after more than a year and a half away?

“It’s not Suzuki-gun, it’s Tekkers,” Zack reasoned. “And Taichi wouldn’t have mentioned it if he didn’t want you there.”

“What about you?”

The question came out before she could stop it, and she fidgeted, anxious. Zack’s eyes softened once more.

“I would like to have you out there with us again, yeah. We make a good team, Nell… platonically or otherwise.”

Nellie’s phone suddenly buzzed in her hand, and she looked down. It was a text, and the name on the screen made her stomach flip for a whole separate reason other than Zack hinting that maybe he was over just being friends.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it,” she noncommittally returned; and then, like Taichi and Torrance minutes before, she hurried to leave. “Good luck tomorrow, though,” she offered. Zack sighed inaudibly.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, and Nellie waved and headed off, unlocking her phone to respond to Kyle’s text as she went.

* * * *

Hours later, Nellie sat across from Torrance at their favorite greasy burger joint and downloaded her on her brief conversation with Zack—and Torrance’s assessment was decisive.

“Oh, he’s totally looking in the rear view hoping objects are closer than they appear.”

Nellie nearly choked on her drink.

“Seriously,” Torrance went on. “He sees you single again living your best life and now he wants you back.”

She shot Nellie a look that challenged tell me I’m wrong. Nellie sighed.

“I don’t know. You remember that night I talked to him after we had those tarot readings… he said it was inevitable we’d break up.”

“And now he knows he put his foot in his mouth,” Torrance returned. She smirked. “You and Zack are soulmates; your tarot reading said so.”

Nellie’s expression went flat. “And you thought Robbie was the Knight of Cups.”

Torrance visibly paused. “Okay, fair,” she admitted. “But all that aside, are you thinking of doing World Tag League?”

The corners of Nellie’s mouth turned down in thought. Part of her did miss accompanying Dangerous Tekkers to the ring; she’d had a lot of fun being an extra obstacle for their opponents throughout the 2018 and 2019 World Tag League tournaments. But a bigger part of her knew it wouldn’t be the best idea for her to participate this year.

“I don’t think so,” she decided. “Weirdness between Zack and me aside, I have enough on my plate with Stardom and RevPro already. Plus, Juice and Finlay aren’t in the tournament this year, and I always have the most fun fucking with them.”

Torrance smirked. “You’d do it in a heartbeat if Aussie Open were in it.”

Nellie didn’t want to smile, but she couldn’t help herself. “Probably.”

“Are you excited to see Kyle next weekend?”

Nellie paused. Again, she didn’t want to admit it. And yet, “I really am.”

Torrance grinned wide. “I knew you were, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Nellie gave her the side-eye as she took another drink. But she couldn’t deny it—she was excited to see Kyle again. This was the longest she’d been away from England since she’d won the RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship, and she and Kyle had never talked more. Texts, video calls coordinated around the time difference between Tokyo and London… a cheeky photo here and there. It wasn’t often that they didn’t send each other good morning and goodnight. And, terrifyingly, Nellie was starting to wonder if she wanted to tell everyone else to lose her number.

“So, are you gonna do more than just make out and cuddle with him this time?” Torrance asked.

Nellie sighed. “Why did I know you were gonna ask that?”

“Because you know you need to get dicked down,” Torrance returned. “Exorcise the ghost of Jay.”

Nellie laughed out loud. “Thanks, now I’m just thinking of Kyle’s dick like it’s some sort of holy instrument.”

“Maybe it is, you don’t know,” Torrance returned. “He could give you a religious experience.”

For the second time, Nellie nearly choked on her drink. “Anyway,” she segued once she’d recovered, “speaking of next weekend… are you gonna make it official with Will?”

Torrance went quiet and, when she didn’t answer after a few seconds, Nellie started to worry. But then she said, “Yeah, I think so.”

Nellie breathed out. “Thank God. You need to put Robbie out of his misery. I felt like I needed to take him out back and shoot him when you told him you weren’t going to the show tonight.”

“Well, I don’t know why he even asked!” Torrance proclaimed. “And I don’t know why he thinks there’s still a chance of there being anything between us, either.”

“Probably because he knows exactly how quickly you can change your mind.”

Torrance frowned at her. “Jeez, Nell, just come for my jugular.”

“I’m just being honest,” Nellie returned. “You know I thought you and Robbie would’ve been good for each other, but I also know neither of you could get out of your own way, so I don’t really blame you for jumping ship as soon as Will came along with clear intentions for what he wanted. But the sooner you make it crystal clear to Robbie that you’re with Will, the better.”

“I know, I will,” Torrance returned. “Actually, Will and I FaceTimed after I got home from training, and I almost wanted to say fuck it and make it official then. But I know I’d rather do it in person.” She drained the last of her drink and set the empty glass down on the table. “I don’t feel like going home yet,” she suddenly decided.

“I don’t either, actually,” Nellie agreed.

“Well, let’s go get a drink or two somewhere,” Torrance said. “We’re on a tag team run no one expected; we deserve to celebrate a little.”

“A little being the operative phrase,” Nellie stressed. “We need to be able to function tomorrow.”

“I know,” Torrance assured. “Like I said—just a drink or two.”

* * * *

Nellie should have known a drink or two would turn into three or four, and before she knew it, it was after midnight. But she was beyond worrying about being able to function for tomorrow’s match. It was late afternoon in London, and halfway through her third drink, Nellie hadn’t been able to stop herself from texting Kyle anymore. And, as inebriated texts so often went, the more they texted, the more risqué the messages became.

This isn’t fair, Nell. I haven’t seen you in two months and you’re teasing me with a week still left until you’re here. It’s cruel and unusual punishment.

Nellie bit back a grin as she responded. Do I need to send you something to tide you over?

“How’s Kyle?” Torrance asked with a knowing smirk.

“Fine,” Nellie returned; no more, no less. But then her phone pinged again.

Are you implying there’s something to tide me over for?

Heat rose in Nellie’s core, and she considered just telling him yes. But there was no fun in that. Maybe if you’re good, she typed back.

Kyle’s reply was immediate and simple. Fuck, Nellie.

Nellie grinned across the table at Torrance. “Do you think I should tell him you said his dick might be a religious experience?”

“What?” Torrance coughed. Rather than explain, Nellie just showed her her phone. When she was done reading, she let out a loud burst of laughter. “That’s up to you. But maybe you should send him something to tide him over, because the poor boy clearly isn’t gonna make it another week.”

Nellie laughed; but she looked back down at her phone in thought .

“You’re going to, aren’t you?” Torrance guessed.

“Maybe?” Nellie admitted. She was surprised at herself. “Jesus, I’ve never sent anything like that to anyone I wasn’t in a relationship with, but Kyle has me acting strange.”

Torrance smirked. “Religious experience,” she reiterated. “But also—you’ve sent Zack nudes?”

“That’s your takeaway here?” Nellie laughed.

“Yes!” She gasped in realization. “Did he send them to you?”

“Seriously?”

“Well! It’s hard for me to imagine Zack sending dick pics.”

“Are you trying to?”

Torrance’s eyes widened. “Okay, I’ve been drinking. That’s my excuse.”

“Uh huh,” Nellie returned. “I’ll be sure to tell Will that you’ve brought up both Kyle and Zack’s dicks in conversation.”

“In relation to you!” Torrance defended.

Nellie grinned; but it morphed into a yawn. “Okay… I think I’m ready to head out. It’s almost one, and drinking any more would be a bad idea.”

“And you want to get home and send Kyle a little something.”

Nellie didn’t justify that with a response. “I’m gonna go pay my tab,” she said. She reopened her messages with Kyle as she walked to the bar.

We’re heading out now. FaceTime when I get home?

I’ll be impatiently waiting, Kyle replied.

“Nellie!”

She stopped in her tracks. The sound of that voice threw her; she hadn’t heard it in months. But she turned toward it and did her best to pull her face into a smile when her eyes met Riley’s at the other end of the bar.

“Fancy meeting you here!”

He pulled her into a hug that Nellie robotically returned. Under different circumstances, she wouldn’t have been at all nervous to see Riley. But this was the first time she’d seen him since she and Jay had broken up, and she knew it would only be a matter of time before they’d have to address the elephant in the room.

“Don’t you have a big tag match tomorrow?” he asked. “Well, later today, I guess.”

“Ishimori isn’t with you, is he?” Nellie blurted, and she didn��t fully realize she had until Riley looked at her funny. “Torrance is here, too,” she explained with a glance back at their table, but it was empty. Torrance must have gone to the bathroom.

“Ah,” Riley nodded in understanding. “No, he’s not. Robbie isn’t here, is he?”

Nellie blinked. The question was a stark reminder of just how estranged Torrance had become from most of Bullet Club. “No. He and Torr aren’t a thing anymore.” She just left it at that. Riley didn’t need to know anything else.

“Well, thank God for that,” he breathed. Nellie pursed her lips, but Riley had already moved on. “You want a drink? It’s been a while.”

“Oh,” she fidgeted and glanced at the bartender who’d walked over to them. “We’re actually heading out. Like you said—big tag match tomorrow.”

“Oh; yeah, of course,” Riley said. There was an audible note of disappointment in his voice, and it almost made Nellie decide to stay for just one more round. But then the bartender asked Riley what he wanted and took Nellie’s name to run her tab. It was an awkward few seconds before Riley spoke up again.

“Hey, I know this is late, but… as much as I love Jay, he’s a fucking idiot.”

There it was, like finally ripping off a Band-Aid. Nellie frowned at him. “It’s been three months, Riley. You don't need to try to make me feel better.”

“I know, but I haven’t seen you since you two broke up,” he pointed out. “Have you not talked to him at all?”

She shook her head. “Not really. He’ll like an Instagram photo every now and then and throw me completely off-guard, but that’s about it. Why? Has he said anything to you?”

She knew Riley had seen Jay—they’d taped multiple episodes of NJPW Strong together over the last month—and she couldn’t help but wonder. Had Jay asked about her? Had he seemed at all regretful, as confused and sad about how things had ended between them as she still sometimes felt during quiet nights alone in her bed? As much as she wanted to know, Nellie wasn’t sure what she wanted the answer to be.

But Riley bobbled his head. “A little. I don’t know; I got the sense he felt awkward saying too much to me because he knows we’re close.”

Nellie laughed a bit at that. “Okay, but not closer than you and him are.”

“You don’t think so?” He sucked his teeth in disagreement. “I don’t know. I mean, we used to fuck.”

She snorted through her nose; but even though it was tactlessly made, he had a point. Nellie’s connection with Riley had always been special, in its own way. He’d been the first person to make her feel welcome when she’d left home to work for RevPro, nervous and alone and abroad for the first time. And yeah, at first maybe it had only been because he’d wanted to get in her pants, but they’d forged a genuine friendship—a friendship that might have been more, once upon a time. But Riley hadn’t been able to pull his head out of his ass, and so Nellie had moved on. And even though he’d acted cool about it, even a bit uncaring, when she’d started dating Jay a couple years later, Nellie had always gotten the sense that Riley was a bit wounded by their relationship, deep down. She knew some part of him still carried a torch for her. Some part of her still carried one for him, too. And then her lips tingled with the memory of something they shouldn’t have done, and she realized how close they were standing to each other, and the next words blurted out of her mouth like nervous vomit.

“I’ve sort of been talking to someone.”

Riley cocked his head at her, clearly surprised to hear it. “Who?”

Nellie hesitated. “Kyle Fletcher,” she mumbled. Riley didn’t hear her.

“Who?”

“Kyle Fletcher!” she loudly repeated—and Riley’s reaction was about what she expected.

“Kyle Fletcher?” His eyes practically bugged out of his head. “That twink Australian kid I used to live with? Isn’t he like, twenty?”

“Twenty-two,” Nellie firmly corrected. “He’ll be twenty-three next month. And he’s not a twink anymore, either.”

The bartender returned with Riley’s drink and her bill, and Nellie was grateful for the interruption. She should’ve just kept her mouth shut. Riley knew Kyle, really well—they’d lived together in England when they’d both moved there from opposite corners of the globe with a shared hope of making it in the business of pro wrestling. In fact, Nellie had first met Kyle not at RevPro, but during one of the occasions she’d spent the night with Riley. It made the current situation more than just a bit ironic.

“Man, you really like keeping it in my social circle, huh,” Riley commented.

“Oh fuck off, it’s not intentional,” she returned. “And it’s my social circle, too!”

“I know; I’m just giving you a hard time,” he said. “But it’s just a rebound, right?”

The question caught Nellie off-guard. She honestly hadn’t thought about whether Kyle was just a rebound or not. But the way Riley had asked—so assumptive, almost dismissive —made her feel suddenly defensive of Kyle. She almost wanted to tell him no, he’s not just a rebound.

“Why do you say it like that?” she returned.

Riley didn’t hesitate. “Because he’s twenty-two.”

Nellie rolled her eyes.

“I’m not judging!” he quickly added. “Do what you want with who you want, it’s none of my business. I just want you to be happy, Nell. I still don’t like that Zack broke up with you after you moved across the fucking world with him, and then Jay basically abandoned you. You deserve better than that. So, if Kyle’s making you happy, then by all means, fuck that twink’s brains out.”

“He’s not,” Nellie started to repeat, but she let it go with a sigh. “Thanks for the blessing though, I guess? I don’t know; I kind of figured you’d take Jay’s side. Not that there’s sides to take, but…”

She trailed off, leaving it at that. But Riley shook his head.

“No, I’m not taking sides. But for what it’s worth, if I had been in Jay’s position, you wouldn’t be talking to Kyle Fletcher right now.”

“Sorry, there was a line for the bathroom.” Torrance appeared not a moment too soon. She gave Riley a tight smile. “Hey; welcome back.”

“Hey; thanks,” he said. “Don’t worry, Ishimori isn’t here.”

Torrance’s brow puckered. “I wasn’t worried about it,” she dismissed. “We’re leaving, anyway.”

With that, she moved up to the bar on Nellie’s other side to ask for her bill. Nellie looked awkwardly back at Riley. She had to say something to cut the tension.

“So, first night of BOSJ… did you win your match?”

Riley rolled his eyes. “No. I tried to do the One Winged Angel, but Wato countered it and stole the pin.”

“What?” Nellie couldn’t help the way she laughed. “The One Winged Angel? Come on, Riley.”

“What?” he returned. “I was just trying to pay homage to one of Bullet Club’s best.”

Nellie just shook her head and rolled her eyes. She’d never really understood Riley’s antics. It was another reason she knew they wouldn’t have worked out as anything more than what they’d been.

“Ready?” Torrance came to stand next to her again. Nellie nodded.

“Yeah.” She looked back at Riley. “Well, good luck in the rest of the tournament. But maybe try sticking to your own moveset from now on?”

Riley rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

Nellie waved to him, and she and Torrance turned and left the bar. “What was that about?” Torrance asked as they pushed out the doors into the chilly autumn night.

“He tried to pull off the One Winged Angel,” Nellie explained.

“Ha!” she burst. “As if he could.”

* * * *

I’ll be home in five minutes, Nellie texted Kyle from the backseat of the Uber taking her home.

Okay :) Call when you get settled.

She smiled at the screen. Something about him using that style emoji warmed her heart.

The Uber pulled up to her apartment complex just over five minutes later, and she walked a little bit more quickly than normal, eager to get inside and settled. She rushed through her nighttime routine, too, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and applying her night cream before she changed into a soft pajama set and climbed into bed, phone in hand. She grabbed her charging cable and plugged it in, got comfortable, and called Kyle.

He picked up halfway through the second ring. His smile lit up her whole room even from thousands of miles away. It always did. “There’s my future tag team champion.”

Nellie grinned. “Don’t jinx it! We still have to win our block final before we even get to the tournament final.”

“I’m not jinxing anything!” he confidently proclaimed. “Next time I see you, you and Torr will be the number one contenders to the Goddesses of Stardom Championship. And I’m not just saying that to flatter you, by the way; I really believe it.”

Fuzzies warmed Nellie’s stomach. “Well, I am flattered, so thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Well, you’re a great wrestler, Nell, genuinely,” Kyle returned. “You wouldn’t be the Undisputed British Women’s Champion if you weren’t—a two-time Undisputed British Women’s Champion, might I add, and the only American to hold the belt. And I know you’ll successfully defend it at Uprising next week, and then when you and Torr win the Stardom tag titles, we’ll be double champions together and take over the world.”

She laughed. “Oh really? That’s not a prediction, it’s a spoiler, is it?”

“I’m manifesting it,” he confirmed. “And when it happens, you might as well just join United Empire.”

“There it is,” Nellie smirked.

“Well, there’d really be no reason for you not to join, would there?” he rhetorically asked. “I mean, you already look good in green.”

Her stomach fluttered again. “You make a compelling argument.”

A corner of Kyle’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll try to make it even more compelling next weekend.”

With that single statement the tone of their conversation shifted from being playful to something deeper. There was desire in the way Kyle had said it; Nellie could see it in his face, sense it through the screen. It emboldened her to be upfront with him about how she’d been feeling, even if it scared her.

“Can I be honest?” she asked.

“I hope you would be,” he returned.

“I wish you were here.”

It was silly how nervous she was to admit that to him. But it was true. Nellie hadn’t felt this sort of schoolgirl giddiness toward anyone since Zack. With Riley it had just been about sex; any deeper connection they could have fostered was stifled by his complete emotional ineptitude. Then with Jay, everything had been so fast, so hot and then suddenly so lukewarm. They’d been in thick of their honeymoon phase when Jay’s loss to Kota Ibushi at Wrestle Kingdom 15 had unexpectedly pushed him over the edge, and even though he and Nellie had come back even stronger from that brief interruption, Jay had left Japan again just three months later, and their relationship was just sort of snuffed out by uncertainty. But these two months getting to know Kyle in a new light had felt more balanced, steadier and more deliberate. And yeah, part of Nellie was ready to admit that she was curious to see where it could go. But another part of her still wanted to guard her heart.

Kyle’s smile put another chink in her armor, though. “I’ve wished I was there or you were here since I woke up next to you the morning after High Stakes.”

Nellie couldn’t help it—she laughed. “Do you just think up lines like that and put ‘em in your pocket to use on girls?”

“Excuse me,” he returned, mocking offense. “It wasn’t a line, thank you very much. But I can understand why you’d think that because of how incredibly smooth it was.”

Another laugh. “It was incredibly smooth; I’ll give you that.”

“But I mean it,” he earnestly added. “And in the interest of being honest, I was honestly a bit disappointed when you told me you and Torr would be competing in the Goddesses of Stardom tournament, because I knew it meant you wouldn’t be back in England for a while. But at the same time, I was happy because you two absolutely deserve this shot and all the recognition that comes with it. But that being said… next weekend cannot get here fast enough, because all I’ve been thinking about for the last week is seeing you again.”

A wide grin broke out over Nellie’s face; a giddy schoolgirl, a million butterflies. Kyle had her acting strange—but she was more than willing to go along for the ride.

“Same,” she told him. “Next weekend definitely can’t get here fast enough.”

#kyle fletcher fanfiction #zack sabre jr fanfiction #zsj fanfiction #el phantasmo fanfiction #elp fanfiction #aussie open fanfiction #united empire fanfiction #will ospreay fanfiction #robbie eagles fanfiction #bullet club fanfiction #njpw fanfiction

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cherrysandcats · 22 days

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elp me

cannot come up with name for gang in fanfiction.

Context: Writing a Murder Drones fanfiction, all of them are humans tho. The gang consists of N, V, J, and Cyn. I literally cannot come up with a name, every singular name sounds cringe as fuck. pls help. u dont have to tho. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#murder drones #writing #fanfic writing #fanfiction #writing fanfic #fanfic writers #writers #i need name #help #what would the gang be called

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chaoticlovingdreamer · 7 months

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Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

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Ohhh BOI CAP YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE UNLEASHED

Ok, so one of my recent hyperfixations has been Across the Spiderverse. And after seeing it, I had a weirdass dream that I wrote in my dream journal. The thing is, I watched that movie right before moving day to college, so I didn't get the chance to reopen my journal and look at what I wrote until a week later. And after I looked at it, I remembered bits and pieces of the dream until I was daydreaming a whole fic plot!

JUST TO STATE, THIS IS POST BEYOND THE SPIDERVERSE, BECAUSE BRAIN IS WEIRD AND WANTS ALL THE SPIDERS TO GET ALONG AND BE FOUND FAMILY.

So, anomalies can show up everywhere. So, I dreamt that a magic using anomaly showed up in a world, and the main spider crew had to subdue it, the main spider crew being Peter B, Miguel, Hobie, Jess, and Miles. They manage to win, but the anomaly gets a parting shot in before they're captured, in the form of a curse on Spider Society. There was a visual effect that the curse was effecting someone, but it was subtle, so the spider crew (AND MY DREAMING BRAIN) didn't know something was wrong. (Something with shades of yellow and gray, and eye bags.) The spider crew went back to the spider Society, only to find that a good chunk of the spiders there were asleep, and couldn't be woken up for some reason. They quickly found out about the curse as they enter the medical bay, and we see the conditions of the curse. It's a sort of knockoff sleeping beauty curse, but instead of pricking a finger on a spinning wheel, it affects "workaholics" and people who were working at the time the curse was cast. The curse starts as a little more fatigue and exhaustion, and slowly gets worse as the person effected by it stays awake longer. By the 3rd or 4th day, the exhaustion and fatigue is as bad as 5 or 6 days of regular sleep deprivation, and it's magically enhanced. So.... not good. I remember Peter B cracking a joke in the medbay, and then Miguel heading back to his office to "find a cure for this mess." Yeah, no. He didn't find a cure. Turns out, he was one of the ones effected by the curse. (His eye bags had progressed in every scene he was in, and his eyes had gradually gotten yellow flecks in them that he couldn't hide with his red eyes.) He had holed up in his office for... 5 to 6 days? 6 to 7 days? I don't remember. But I could see, like you would in a montage, of how he gradually succumbed to the curse. By the end of it, he had actually made good headway into finding a cure. But he had resisted sleep so long that he'd put himself in a coma the moment he'd let his self control relax even an inch. The last words I remember him speaking were "Ly-Lyla..... get.... h-h....elp...." before he had slumped over his desk and passed out. It was Peter B that found him. He's the one who took Miguel to medbay, and alerted the other spiders. He's also the one who went through Miguel's research and figured out the cure for the curse. (I don't actually remember the cure for the curse, sorry!) I remember that Miguel wakes up in the medbay confused about where he is, and is dogpiled by the teen spiders, and he reluctantly hugs them. And that's when I woke up.

Keep in mind, I'm HEAVILY remembering this in bits and pieces. So I dunno if it'll change in the future because I remembered something else.

But yeah! That's it. Thanks @captastra for the ask!

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #daydreams

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Sweet Surprises

Pairing: El Phantasmo x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 5,375

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend at the Tokyo Dome and spend every moment with him which causes you to miss him more and to miss home. Riley’s been missing you more than he can fathom so he finally asks you a very important question.

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I had to adjust some events to make them fit better for the story. For the full story, I recommend reading part one!

Part 1

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Gif is not mine. Credit to the owner.

You finally landed in Japan, relief washing over you. You were home.

As you collected your luggage, you sent a quick text to Pieter to let her know you had finally landed. She was the only one that knew about your surprise arrival, you trusted her to not say a word to anyone. You didn’t want to just surprise Riley, you wanted to surprise the rest of the club too.

Once in the car headed to the hotel, Pieter texted you the details about what was going on with Riley and the club. You let out a little chuckle as you imagined the club running around like Pieter described, they truly were helpless without you, seeing as you kept everyone and everything in order.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel where you would be hiding your belongings in Pieter’s room.

You quickly texted her that you were out front and paid the driver, thanking him with your best Japanese. As you turned around you saw your best friend turned sister with a huge smile plastered across her face, eyes watering at the reality of you really being here.

“Pieter!!!!” You exclaimed, dropping your luggage to the ground and racing towards her as she ran towards you. The two of you embraced in a tight hug that was making breathing extremely difficult but you didn't care at the moment, you were just so thrilled to see her in person again.

It had been a long seven months since you last saw your boyfriend but close to a year since you’ve seen Pieter and the rest of the club — close to a year since you’ve been home. You missed it so much it hurt but you did enjoy your opportunities that you've received in AEW, it just didn’t have your family.

You spent a lot of days questioning if this was the right move, leaving everyone and everything behind. You knew sometimes the right decisions were the hardest ones to make and stick with.

Despite missing Riley, Pieter, and the rest of Bullet Club, you made the most of your opportunity to gain more exposure to the new fans that AEW brought you. You learned fairly quickly that you were competing with Britt Baker, Jamie Hayter, and couple others for fan favorite in the women’s division but what you weren’t expecting was competing with the likes of Jon Moxley, Hangman Adam Page, Hook, and the self proclaimed devil, MJF amongst a few other men as well for fan favorite. Turns out you had more fans in AEW than you thought.

You were brought back to reality when you heard Pieter laugh, looking in her direction to see her shaking her head. “You we’re talking to me weren’t you?” You laughed. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help thinking about much I missed you, the club, and Japan.” Glancing at the time on your phone, you realize you both should get going if you wanted everything to go smoothly. “We better go. I can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions, especially Riley’s.” You grinned at imagining everyone’s faces upon seeing you for the first time in a year.

The two of you headed the few blocks to the Tokyo Dome, talking and laughing as you went. Listening to Pieter’s stories of the drama and shenanigans the boys had gotten into, you really missed out and you were right, they were a mess without you keeping order. You weren’t going to dwell on the past and missing out, you were going to make the best of the next few days and hopefully sort things out.

Finally arriving at the Tokyo Dome, you and Pieter slipped in the door and pretty much played a ninja game in order to stay hidden and keep watch for the perfect time to jump out and surprise the boys.

You both waited in your hiding spots for what seemed like hours before all members of Bullet Club were present. You and Pieter shared a nod, Pieter casually came out of her hiding spot, the boys all too caught up in their conversations and bickering to notice she had been hiding. She made countless failed attempts to get the boy’s attention. You decided that it would be best for you to get their attention the only way you knew how — to whistle as loudly as you could.

The whole room came to a halt, conversations and bickering stopped on a dime. You watched as the every member of the club turned in the direction of the sound, no doubt looking for the suspect.

The shock on all their faces when their eyes landed on you was beyond priceless, jaws fell to the floor, eyes were about to pop out of heads. The only movement came from your boyfriend, who all but ran to you as he shoved everyone out of his way, scooping you up in his arms and squeezing you in the biggest bear hug you’ve ever received. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed back. “Surprise!” You managed to speak the best you could as your oxygen was running out causing you to tap him twice on the back, your signal to tell him that you needed a minute to breathe.

You felt Riley reluctantly pull away, his hands resting on your shoulders while he examined your face, taking in the moment to really grasp that you’re here for real and not some sick dream — he had plenty of those since he left you the day after Forbidden Door.

You couldn’t take your eyes off his handsome face, therefore neither one of you knew you had a audience, the entire Bullet Club was watching the sweet reunion despite whatever they felt about love and forgetting about their bickering and conversations if only just for a little while.

“How did you…. When did you…. You’re really here, right? This isn’t some dream, right?” Riley all but begged, pleaded, and prayed. He brought his rough yet still soft hands up to your cheeks, thumbs gently rubbing smoothly across them to wipe away the tears you didn’t know had begun to fall.

“Yeah baby, I’m here. I’m really here.” You smiled a watery smile.

That was all the reassurance he needed before dipping his head down and capturing your lips with his. The crowd in the room was long forgotten until you both heard cheering and clapping, Pieter desperately tried to tell the boys to stop and let you two have your moment, but none of them listened causing Pieter to shake her head and join in.

You and Riley jumped at the sudden noise filling the room, laughing as both your attention turned to see smiles on faces, even on the most stone faced members.

After catching up with everyone, you let them go get ready for the show. Pieter stayed with you and Riley and watched the massive event take place — Wrestle Kingdom 17. Hearing the crowd clapping along and showing their respect made you miss performing in front of the Japanese audience. There was nothing like it in your opinion.

The matches seemed to have flown by and before you knew it, it was time for Jay to defend the IWGP Heavyweight Championship against Kazuchika Okada. You, Riley, and Pieter watched on a nearby monitor as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Heavy and hard slaps and kicks came from Okada, landing on their target more often than not.

The three of you watched Jay got beat down by Okada time and time again, every time it looked like Jay was making progress Okada shut him down.

As the match drew closer and closer to the end, you knew this wouldn’t end well for Jay but you hoped you were wrong. Unfortunately, you were right. Kazuchika Okada defeated Jay White to become the new IWGP Heavyweight Champion.

The mood between you, Riley, and Pieter went downhill, knowing Jay would be a range of emotions. You noticed Jay’s actions at the end of the match, how he grabbed Okada’s boot, how he attempted to pull himself up using Okada’s leg, you couldn’t mistake the look on Jay’s face, especially the look in his eyes — he was beginning to spiral, a breakdown was on the horizon.

As the audience was leaving, you slipped your hand in Riley’s and looped arms with Pieter and made the walk to the Bullet Club locker room. You were more than ready to get to the hotel and have Riley all to yourself.

It took some time to finally get to the hotel due to futile attempts to console Jay.

Finally at the hotel, you retrieved your bags from Pieter’s room, your sweet boyfriend insisted on carrying them for you. “You, my love, will not be lifting a finger when I’m around.” He told you. That was a sentence he often said to you, you didn’t mind it because not only did it make him feel wanted and needed, you knew how much he liked to remind you how strong he was. You also got to watch his muscles ripple as he lifted your bag that didn’t roll. Those arms and back muscles were just a small part of what you loved about him physically.

You deliberately walked behind him to continue to enjoy the view until he paused long enough for you to catch up with him. When you did, you saw the smirk on his face, he knew what you were doing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you like what you were seeing?” He teased, gently nudging your arm as you walked beside him.

You blushed at getting caught. “You know I always do.” You teased back, gliding your hand in his free one and interlocking your fingers with his.

Finally reaching Riley’s room, he opened the door and let you enter. “I was confused on why Pieter kept insisting that I get my own room instead of sharing with one of the guys, but now I know why. She was in on it the whole time?” He sat your bags down by the door and made his way to you, wrapping you up in his arms.

“Yeah, she knew. I’m glad you listened to her otherwise tonight would be awkward because the plans I have for you are just for the two of us.” You shot him a wink, reaching up to cup the sides of his face like he had done to you earlier in the day.

You watched as your sexy man raised an eyebrow at your words. “And what would those plans be? Actually, don’t tell me because I think I have an idea.” Riley lifted you up off the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist. He made his way with you towards the bed and gently sat you down on the soft mattress.

You pulled him down on top of you, your lips meeting his, clothes were soon being tossed to the floor. Riley trailed kisses down your neck and chest, but your plan wasn’t about your pleasure — it was about his. You took him by surprise and rolled the two of you over, you straddled his hips and trailed your fingertips down his chest then going back up, stopping at his shoulders. “Tonight is all about you, baby.” You leaned down and placed a passionate kiss to his lips then down his neck. As bad you wanted to leave marks you couldn’t, he had to wrestle tomorrow night but that didn’t mean his whole body was off limits.

You took your time worshipping his body and showing him just how much you loved him, making sure he wasn’t left unsatisfied.

Riley let you execute your plan but when you were done, it was his turn to worship you the same way.

After all was said and done, you and Riley were cuddled up in the bed, your head on his chest while your fingers traced patterns across his chest. You felt your lover’s hand slowly and soothingly rub your back. You both knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long before your both passed out until morning.

And that’s exactly what happened.

The sunlight peaked through the curtains covering the window across from the bed causing you to stir. Upon opening your eyes and feeling for your other half, you found the bed empty. His side was still warm indicating he hadn’t been up too long.

As you slowly sat up in the bed, you found yourself a little sore from the preceding night’s activity. You rubbed your eyes and stretched just enough to help with some of the soreness, blinking a few times as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight shining through the little gap between the curtains.

Slipping out of bed, you found Riley’s shirt from last night on the floor, you picked it up and put it on, you always loved wearing his clothes and he always loved seeing you in them. You grabbed a clean pair of underwear from your bag and pulled them on. Now where was Riley?

You could tell from where you were standing he was in the bathroom. You could see him with his back turned to you as he brushed his teeth. You smiled, thinking about how much you missed domestic life with him.

You tiptoed your way to the bathroom and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Good morning, handsome.” You voice was full of love, warmth, and contentment, and you felt his body relax into your embrace.

Riley finished rinsing his mouth then turned around still in your arms, a wide smile on his face. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He placed a loving kiss to the top of your head. “I ordered us breakfast. Should be here soon.”

Right on cue, there was a knock at the door with the announcement of room service. You grinned up at your loving boyfriend, “It’s like you planned that or something.” You giggled.

“I’m good but I’m not that good, baby.” He chuckled, reluctantly removing himself from your embrace and heading to open the door.

You trailed behind your lover but stopped at the bed, taking a seat on the edge and watching Riley talk briefly with the hotel’s staff member. The woman wheeled the cart into the room and gave you both a sweet smile before exiting.

The smell of breakfast lingered in the air. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the breakfast he ordered for you the morning after Forbidden Door, the miniature buffet containing all your favorite breakfast foods and the beautiful bouquet of flowers.

Riley came to sit beside you on the bed, watching your reaction as you examined the food cart. It was set up in the same fashion as the one seven months ago — a dome covered plate with coffee, tea, and orange juice sitting around the plate. There were small bowls of various fruit strategically placed on the tray as well. A fresh bouquet of flowers were just off to the side of the cart, a mixture of your favorite flowers — colored roses, sunflowers, daisies, and tulips. You lifted the dome lid to reveal the plate was covered in pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. It was the exact same foods he had ordered you before. Seeing how he remembered every little detail of that morning made your heart swell and your eyes water. He always surprised you time and time again at how thoughtful and sweet he was.

“You remembered!” You exclaimed, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. “This is so sweet Riley!” You sniffled, turning to see him looking bashful.

“Don’t cry babygirl.” Riley said softly as he wiped the stay tears away. “I remembered how much you liked this last time so I may or may not have wrote it down for reference.” He nervously admitted. “I was hoping you’d like it again.”

“Like it? I love it and I love you!” You pulled him into a loving kiss. The moment was interrupted when your stomach growled causing the two of you to break the kiss with laughter.

The two of you made yourselves a hefty plate and just enjoyed the peaceful moment until Riley had to get ready for the busy day ahead. Tonight was New Year Dash and Riley had a tag match alongside your fellow Bullet Club members: Taiji Ishimori, Kenta, and the surprise of Jay White.

You missed being a part of these events, they were all so grand and surprises weren’t uncommon. You decided to get ready for the day as well, even if your plan was to just be El Phantasmo’s shadow. You didn’t mind it at all, you loved seeing him doing what he did best. You were always his number one fan and biggest supporter as he was yours.

Stepping out of the bathroom, dressed with the exception of your shoes, you sneakily smacked his ass as you passed him on your way to your suitcase. You giggled as he whipped around, a eyebrow raised only to freeze where he stood in font of the full length mirror on the wall by the bathroom door.

You had on his newest merch shirt, a pair of skin tight jeans, and the necklace he bought you for your birthday during the first year you were together. The necklace was simple piece, two hearts interlocked together on a thin chain. The chain was thick enough that it wouldn’t break easily but thin enough that it complimented the hearts perfectly.

Riley was always in awe when you wore his clothes whether it was his clothes from his closet or his merch that you bought, he was always speechless. He watched you slip on your shoes and dig through your bag for something. He soon realized what you were looking for, a pair of his signature sunglasses that he wore to the ring. He watched you place them atop your head.

You stood up and looked over at Riley, who was still gazing at you. You gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he’s staring at you seemingly off in his own little world.

“You’re so….” He paused, clearly thinking of the right word, “stunning.” Riley smiled at you, admiration clear on his face and in his voice. “I love seeing you in my clothes.”

You grinned and shot him a wink. “I know. Now, hurry up! You’ve got some things to do before the show.”

Once the two of you were ready, you were out the door, hand in hand. You gave his hand a little squeeze, it was one of yours and his ways to say ‘I love you’ without saying anything. You beamed when you felt your love squeeze your hand back.

He always made you feel loved and safe and this was no different. All those simple and subtle gestures, the silent exchanges of love between the two of you were so special to you and Riley knew it, you knew all those things were special to him too.

As you went throughout the day, you would stand off to the side, letting Riley get all the attention he deserved as he answered questions and gave a few comments about the matchup. Every time he finished one of his obligations, he would make a bee line for you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you slid your arm around his waist. “You did great, hot stuff.” You would beam. His response was giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head, a smile forming on his lips.

Time flew by and the show was starting in the next hour. You were in Bullet Club’s locker room, scrolling through Twitter, looking to see if anyone has mentioned you being at the arena. You saw a few little things but nothing major, you didn’t mind it because you weren’t here for anything other than to see and support the club but mostly your other half.

When the show finally started, you watched as the opening match was announced and got underway. You were sandwiched between Riley and Kenta one of the couches in the room.

You remembered how the guys would always want comfy couches and whatever other ridiculous and high maintenance requests they could think of just to make the poor staff miserable. You would let it go on for a little bit then finally tell them to knock it off, taking pity on the poor staff.

The first couple matches went by quick and before you knew it, it was time the tag match between Bullet Club and Hikuleo, Master Wato, Tama Tonga, and Hiroshi Tanahashi.

You followed behind the boys until Riley grabbed your hand and pulled you in front of him, his hand resting on your lower back. You knew this was his way of making sure you stayed close and to and sure that no one tried to bother you. You didn’t always need protecting, you could more than take care of yourself. You knew that Riley knew that, but you knew he loved to be your protector so you let him be that whenever you could.

Finally at the curtain, waiting for their cue, you went to give Riley a good luck kiss to which he was more than happy to accept. “Thanks, love.” He had this mischievous smile on his face and you raised your eyebrow. “I appreciate that kiss, but the guys and I talked about it and you’re coming out there with us.”

You were shocked. You didn’t have any intentions on going out there but you weren’t about to refuse this. You didn’t know what Tony Khan would think but, at the moment you didn’t care. These boys were your boys and nobody was going to stop you from being there for them.

You heard their music begin to play. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go surprise everyone.” You winked, grabbing your El Phantasmo sun glasses off your head and putting them on your face. You looped your arm with Riley’s and the two of you went through the curtain.

The crowd went crazy seeing you accompanying El Phantasmo as Kenta and Ishimori followed behind. You could hear a flabbergasted Kevin Kelly discussing your presence with an astounded Chris Charlton. You could also hear Gino Gambino excitedly cheering at your return. There was also speculation amongst the English commentators about who the final member of the tag team would be. The three men were shocked to see none other than Jay White come out from behind the curtain.

It was safe to say that between you and Jay, the crowd was definitely getting their money’s worth with two back to back surprises.

You pandered to the audience and waltzed over the the English commentators, a bright smile on your face. “Long time, no see fellas!” You winked at the men and decided to accept Gino’s too sweet.

Before you knew it Jay had made his way over. You didn’t even have time to blink before the club’s leader was going off on poor ole Chris. You did your best to try to calm him but you knew when he got like this there was no calming him. You were more that thankful when your boyfriend came to help, grabbing Jay in a firm but tight hold and pulling away from the commentary team and towards the ring.

You knew this situation wasn’t the time but you were definitely feeling some type of way seeing Riley like that, taking control of the situation and being so calm and levelheaded. What a sight to behold.

Finally the match got underway, you stayed on the floor watching and waiting for any time you were needed. You would also cheer on the boys and get the crowd involved, cheering and pandering to the ones on the front row, you even taunted the opponents from across the ring.

You could feel the urgency and intensity to end the match soon by how they quickened the pace. You couldn’t help but notice how Jay was being towards Hikuleo, his betrayal really got to Jay and that surprised you but only just a little. Seeing the exchanges between the two men you knew this wouldn’t be over regardless of the outcome of the match.

It wasn’t before long that the ref counted to three and the bell rang. Your boys lost and it sucked.

You slipped into the ring and joined them, standing next to El Phantasmo as you watched Jay grab a microphone and challenge Hikuleo. You couldn’t have imagined that he would say those next words — “loser leaves Japan.” You and Riley exchanged a look, wondering what was going on in Jay’s head.

Finally leaving the ring, Riley, being the gentleman he is to you, opened the ropes and helped you out. You kissed his cheek in return with a grin.

After the boys went through the post match comments, the locker room was your next stop. You waited for Riley to take a shower and change clothes. You had forgotten how much went on for New Japan shows and you were getting tired.

Back at the hotel, you had grabbed one of Riley’s shirts that you packed and a pair of underwear and started to the the bathroom when you felt a hand gently grab your wrist. “The night isn’t over yet. I made plans for us and no I’m telling you what they are.” You’re surprised that he wants to go out. You thought you’d spend your last night together snuggled up in bed, you’re not complaining though. “Wear something nice, it’s a special occasion.” Riley told you, letting your wrist go and giving you a nervous but still mischievous smile. What does he have up his sleeve?

You got dressed in a gorgeous lavender dress and black heels. You did your hair in pretty curls with just enough makeup to compliment your look perfectly. You couldn’t wait for Riley to see you. You could just see his reaction, jaw on the floor and frozen in place.

You opened the bathroom door and it was you who was frozen in place with your jaw on the floor. There stood Riley dressed in a white button up shirt paired with a black dress jacket, his pants were dark wash blue jeans. He was doing some touch ups to his hair when you entered the room.

“Wow! You look even more handsome than usual.” Your words caught his attention and he dropped his comb when his eyes landed on you.

“I— You look— Wow! Gorgeous! Stunning! Beautiful! Breathtaking!” Riley rushed to you, forgetting all about his comb on the floor and looked you over, the admiration was unmistakable in his eyes and it made you weak in the knees.

You blushed at his compliments, no matter how much you heard them, you still felt butterflies. “Thank you.” You spoke softly.

The pair of you were out the door fifteen minutes later, arms looped together as Riley all but escorted you to the car.

You asked questions about the night he had planned but he wasn’t giving you anything. He pulled up near a fancy restaurant, you two weren’t fancy people but every now and then you’d treat yourselves like tonight.

The dinner was delicious, the atmosphere was nice, and the waiter was very friendly. It was an overall great dinner.

You assumed that dinner was all you two would do, but Riley drive in the opposite direction of the hotel, you tried guessing what would be next. You got your answer when the car came to a stop at what you called a hidden gem. It was a quiet little part of the city where the two of you had went on some dates before when you were in Tokyo. You examined the cozy park before you, a fairly big playground, a section filled with flower gardens, a walking track and bicycle path, benches and picnic tables scattered throughout as well a pair of water fountains. You loved it here, but you were confused on why Riley took you here so late at night.

“What’s this about?” You questioned, looking over at him to see he was already looking at you, a loving smile played on his lips.

“It’s a surprise.” You pouted at his answer but accepted it anyways.

Out of the car and walking towards the flower garden, you took in how quiet it was despite being in the city. The fountains were lit up setting off a beautiful soft glow, the slight breeze made you a touch chilly so you snuggled into Riley’s side, warming up instantly. You two strolled through the flower gardens and right when you got into the heart of them, Riley stopped causing you stop with him as you were still snuggled into his side. Your eyes met his and you could tell he was nervous about something.

“You okay, baby?” You turned to face him, face filled with concern.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine baby. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about us lately and I don’t know how long it will be until we see each other in person again so I want to ask you something important. You have to close your eyes first.” He tells you, still nervous but sure of himself at the same time.

You gave him a questioning look but did as he said. You heard him moving around for a minute before you heard him exhale to get his nerves settled then speak. “Okay. Open your eyes.”

You were curious as to why his voice sounded like it was coming from below you. You got your answer when you opened your eyes. There was Riley on one knee in front of you, a happy yet nervous smile on his face. Is he….? No, he’s probably going to trick you again with the whole ‘What is it baby? I just had to tie my shoe.’ He’s done it once before, but then again…. maybe he’s serious this time.

“I love you so much more than I thought possible. Being without you the these past months has been extremely difficult for me. I’ve known for a while that I love more than I’ve loved anyone. I’ll be honest I never pictured myself settling down until you graced me with your presence those few years ago. I’ve been thinking about this moment a lot over the past year.” You watch as he dug around in his dress jacket pocket and beam when he found what he was searching for. He pulled out a little black, velvet box.

You were trying not to ugly cry at this moment. Truth be told, you’ve been thinking a lot about this moment too. You’ve know Riley was the one for you a year and a half in.

“Will you marry me?” He asked as he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen. It was a silver band with your favorite gemstone in the center and diamonds encircling it. It was simple but it was perfect because you didn’t like flashy jewelry.

You were full on crying now. You nodded your head repeatedly, a wide smile on your face. “Yes... Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” You couldn’t wrap your head around that this was really happening. You were now engaged to the love of your life, your best friend, your protector, you partner in crime, you’re other half — now you felt whole.

You watched as your now fiancé slipped the ring on your finger. The second he stood up you pulled him in for a loving and passionate kiss.

Riley returned your kiss and pulled back just enough to throw Kenta and Jay a thumbs up and a massive grin. He was thankful he thought to have them there to take pictures and video the entire thing, and sneak him the ring earlier in the day.

Kenta and Jay were happy for their friend and returned the thumbs up with their own happy smiles before quietly leaving the happy couple.

“Let’s go celebrate, fiancée.” Riley grinned, scooping you up in his arms and starting the walk back to the car.

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