#zack sabre jr fanfiction

[inastrangerskiss]

minding manners

Zack Sabre Jr x Reader

content warning: zack acting pissy but what else is new

summary: zack gets injured and you're tasked with trying to make him feel better.

He stood with his arm raised but you knew by the way his foot hovered off the ground, something was wrong with his leg. It had been a hard fought battle, and he had indeed come out on top but, after one dragon screw too many, he was looking worse for wear. He grimaced as his hand was lowered and he brought himself back to the mat. He sat for a moment and ducked his head between his legs before raising his eyes back up and looking directly at you.

You and Zack had never had a good relationship. You thought he was cocky and he thought you were standoffish. You simply couldn’t be in the same room as him for more than two minutes before he would chirp something at you and you would bite right back and it would devolve into an exhausting passive aggressive war of words. 

But, despite your rocky relationship, you knew Zack well.

And, in that moment, you knew he wasn’t leaving the ring alone.

With just a bit of help you draped his arm around your neck and guided him backstage. He breathed heavily against you, leaning his weight on your shoulder. 

And that was how you ended up with him laid on his stomach on your exam table, propped up by his elbows, his head tucked to his chest as you dug your fingers into his hamstring. With every attempt to feel the muscle and identify the issue and potentially massage out any aches and pains, he would shift and move and try to escape your grasp.

“Stop squirming.” You ordered.

“You’re killing me.” He grumbled.

“I’ll be done in a second.”

“You could have been done ten minutes ago and it would’ve been thirty minutes too late.”

“You’re the one who needed me to get you back here.” You reminded him. “I hardly think you have room to complain right now.”

Zack scoffed. “I did not need you.”

A smirk spread across your face and, although he couldn’t see it, you knew he could feel it in the air.

“So you’re telling me you could’ve walked back here yourself?” You asked. “Did you just want me to carry you back here because you like hanging out with me?”

Zack’s head did it’s best to look over his shoulder, shooting you at least a thousand daggers through the corners of his eyes.

“No.” He spoke plainly. “My leg hurt. I’m fine now.”

“Because I’ve made it better, right? So you can walk out of here on your own now?” You gave him a gentle pat on the lower back. “Go on, then.”

Zack moved as though he were about to get up, as though he were truly about to commit to his word. And, as quickly as he had shifted just a bit, he shifted back, laying his head against his arms. 

“You’re awful.” He muttered into his hands.

You rolled your eyes but went back to the task at hand. Zack was silent for a while but continued to flinch as you worked through his potential injury. 

“You know this would hurt less if you didn’t move so much.” You chided, softly.

“This would hurt less if you didn’t have it out for me.” He grumbled.

“Maybe if you were nicer.” 

“Maybe if you were gentler.”

There was no getting through to him. No matter how hard you tried it always seemed like he had a problem with everything you did, even as you tried to make him feel better. It was rare that he found himself on your table and you had always assumed that maybe if you did make him feel better he might go easier on you. 

But, clearly, that was hardly the case.

And you weren’t sure why that bothered you so much.

You slowed your movements and bent his leg just enough before bending it back so it was laying flat. You continued this motion as he stared at the wall. 

“How’s that?” You asked. “Still hurt?”

He repeated the motion, reaching his hand back to assess the current state of the muscle.

“Feels better.” He murmured. 

Slowly, he moved to get off the table, finding his way to his feet. 

“You strained it but I don’t think it’ll be a problem going forward. Not at least with a few days rest.”

“Mhm.”

Zack tentatively put weight on the limb, limping at first before finding he could, in fact, walk normally. He began heading to the door, barely sparing a glance in your direction.

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You chirped, your arms crossed over your chest.

Without turning around, he let out a loud sigh, dropping his shoulders in defeat. Slowly, he turned, frustration written over his brow.

“You really need that from me?” He asked.

“It’s just polite.”

“Sorry. Thank you.” He exhaled, the kindness clearly disingenuous.

The spark to your fuse finally reached its end as you felt your head begin to explode.

“What in the world is your problem?”

“My problem?” He retorted, eyes wide.

“Yes! I’ve made you feel better and you can barely manage an ounce of kindness?”

“After putting me through hell!”

“But it helped, didn’t it?!”

Zack was rendered speechless, his mouth gaping open as he desperately tried to find the words to justify his attitude. You beat him to the punch before he could succeed in stringing together a sentence.

“See! You don’t even know why you’re such an ass.”

“I’m an ass? You’ve been smug the entire time! You were probably waiting for this day!”

“It’s my job, Zack! It’s literally my job to wait for you to get injured-”

“You don’t have to be smug about it though!”

You scrubbed your hands over your face, feeling like you were running in circles. Nothing you said would break his cold exterior. 

And the look on his face told you he wasn’t backing down.

“Tell me,” You finally spoke. “What is your issue with me?”

“I don’t have a problem with you!”

“Clearly, you do! You hate me!”

Zack’s eyes went wide at your statement and a strange anxiety crept into you. You weren’t sure why he suddenly looked as though he were being strangled by an invisible force but it certainly wasn't the reaction you had expected when you opened your mouth.

“I don’t hate you!” He exclaimed.

“Yes you do! Admit it!”

“I don’t-”

“Christ alive, I’ll still fix you when you’re broken. Just do me the favor of being honest!”

The words had hardly slipped past your lips when Zack’s voice drowned yours out.

“I don’t hate you! I like you! A lot!” He yelled quickly, almost faster than you could comprehend. “But, right now, I’m really starting to loathe you.”

The final sentence was spoken as though it were an afterthought, his breath weighing heavy with each word.

All you could manage to do was stand still, replaying the words over and over in your head until they all but lost meaning. 

“You don’t like me, Zack. You’re just being an asshole now.” 

Your words came out slowly, almost cautious that he might change his mind. As you stood in his deer in the headlights gaze, a slow trickle of electricity rippled down your spine. You felt nervous and you couldn’t quite gauge why.

“You have been the bane of my existence since you started here because I can’t think straight when you walk into a room. You’re kind and you’re sweet to everyone but me and it makes me crazy. I spend every day just wondering if I’ll see you and it’s disappointing when I don’t. Of course I like you. Now can I please go?”

You ignored his plea for release, shaking your head. “If you like me, why are you such a dick to me?”

“Because you act like a dick to me!”

As you stood, unmoving across from Zack, you thought back on all of the insults you had tossed in his direction over the years. They had never been unprovoked but they hadn’t exactly been nice. The longer you thought the longer you realized that maybe you didn’t actually hate him all that much. 

“I only act like a dick because that’s how you treat me!” You fought back.

“So if I was nice to you, you’d be nice to me?” Zack asked, a raised brow and softened demeanor complementing the question. 

“Yes!”

“Really?” His tone dropped, as though he were caught off guard. 

“Really.” You nodded. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No. In fact, I like you too. Like, a lot.”

Zack nodded slowly, his eyes searching the ground as he tried to figure out his next steps. After what felt like a century, he looked up to you tentatively.

“Right. Well, glad we figured that out together. Bloody, gave me a headache, though.”

His hand raked through his short blonde hair, a heavy sigh falling free of his lips.

“Do you want my help?” You asked.

A curious smile spread across his cheeks. He shook his head while softly chuckling. 

“I’m afraid you’ll only make it worse.”

“I made your leg better, didn’t I?”

Once more, you found yourself trapped in his gaze. You worried maybe he would leave. For the first time since you met him you didn’t want to watch him walk away. 

But then again, maybe you never wanted to watch him walk away in the past either. Maybe that was why you continued to volley barbs back and forth in catering. Maybe that was why you would always try to get in the last word during your many verbal wars.

Zack walked back to your table, his eyes remaining on you. 

“Laying down? Sitting up? What should I do?” He asked. 

“Stay sitting.”

You approached him, rubbing your hands together to make sure they were warm when they made contact with the nape of his neck. Carefully, you massaged the area, feeling his shorter, bristly hairs move beneath your fingertips. You pressed your thumbs into the base of his skull and continued to exert a gentle amount of force on his head. 

Zack didn’t squirm or wince or mutter under his breath as you worked.

He sat perfectly still the entire time. 

“Feeling any better?”

You pulled away, giving him a chance to feel things out for himself. After tilting one ear to one shoulder and then the other ear to the other shoulder he gave a subtle nod. 

“You’re two for two.” He laughed, softly.

“I told you I’m good.”

Zack stood once more and made his way back to the door, walking slowly as though he hadn’t quite yet committed to the act of exiting.

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You called, once again, a self-satisfied grin on your face.

“You’re impossible, aren’t you?” He sighed, turning back to you. 

“You really aren’t very polite.” 

Zack’s eyebrows shot into his forehead as he stared at you incredulously. “You want polite?”

“It’d be nice.”

“How about this? You’ve been very helpful, can I take you to dinner tomorrow as my way of saying ‘thank you’?”

A furious blush rushed over your skin, dyeing you a shade of crimson. You had simply wanted a bit of appreciation. You hadn’t expected such an offer.

“Do you want to take me to dinner because I helped you or because you like me?” You challenged.

Zack bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to fall back into old habits of saying something rude simply because it was easier.

“I want to take you out… because I like you.” He muttered slowly, as though each word caused him incredible pain.

You nodded and feigned a look of deliberation, pretending to weigh the options of either going to dinner with Zack or sitting alone in your home like you often did most nights. 

“Oh why not?” You shrugged. “But you have to try to be nice.”

Zack walked back towards you and you knew this would be the last time in this encounter. You wanted to savor his presence as he drew near, a look on his face you had never seen before. One that was warm and kind and curious and affectionate. 

His hand reached up to you, finding purchase in the space behind your jaw, just below your ear. He held you so gently you almost didn’t know if he was actually there. He leaned in so his breath was hot on your neck, the words spelling out against your skin. 

“I’d get a muscle cramp any day if it meant spending more time with you and your smug comments.” He murmured before pulling back. “How’s that for nice?”

With that, he turned away and walked into the hall, not stopping, until he was gone from your sight, leaving you and your cheeks burning. You tried to replay the events that had unfolded but found yourself incapable of piecing everything together. 

All you knew was that he had been there, on your table.  

That he had been there, next to you.

That he had been there, his fingertips pressing into your skin. 

And now he was gone. 

And when the next evening came, he took you to dinner and acted like the perfect gentleman. 

He pulled your chair out for you. He let you order first. He paid the check. 

And he kissed you goodnight.

And you knew that the next day at work would see more childish insults thrown at one another. But this time you were doing it with a smile on your face, knowing he’d be the one to walk you to your car at the end of the night. 

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[heelwriting]

Right, darling?

Day/Prompt: Day 5 - "I'll be your date for the party if you don't have one yet"

Fandom/Character(s): NJPW / Wrestling / Zack Sabre Jr x F!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 785

Summary: Reader is invited to an office christmas party but gets unwanted questions of when she is going to have a family so Zack steps up as her date.

@12daysofchristmas

She had been roommates with Zack since they were in their late 20s, at first it was just an add searching for a roommate but eventually they became really good friends.

Since Zack wrestled all over the world sometimes it was months since they saw each other and she was in charge of paying the bills and feeding the cat, they had a stable friendship but for the most part they didn’t go outside together, they had separate groups of friends and since she wasn’t on the wrestling scene she didn’t want to get involved and Zack was very respectful in that regard.

After working for her office for many years and getting picked on for never bringing a date, she was talking to another friend who was over for dinner one night, Zack was supposed to be on his room but accidentally overheard them.

When her friend left Zack came out to watch a movie with her on the living room.

“Did you have fun?”

He asked.

“Sure, we left you some salad on the fridge if you want it”

“Thanks, I’ll leave it for tomorrow”

Zack started hugging a pillow from the couch, she was watching tv but she suddenly felt his eyes on her.

“I heard you have the annual Christmas party on Friday”

She paused the tv and looked at him while nodding.

“Yeah, I just want to get over with it”

"I'll be your date for the party if you don't have one yet"

“W-what?”

“Yeah, I know how much you hate those and if I can help you get through that night I’ll do it”

She was still too perplexed and trying to understand, he never intervened in that way so she didn’t get his change of heart.

“Are you sure?”

She asked with a confused look on her face that made Zack smile.

“Hey, why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know, it’s not the kind of thing we do together usually”

She explained.

“Maybe it’s time for a change”

Zack said getting up.

“Just tell me the time we leave and I’ll be ready”

Zack left for his room but she was still weirded out by his offer, she wasn’t complaining but it was uncharacteristic of him to volunteer for a party. While in the other hand, Zack had heard her complaining about the people on her office getting on her nerves about getting married, especially her boss who was happily married and had 3 children.

Zack had a plan for the party but since he knew she wouldn’t like it he had to do it before she had the opportunity to back off.

The week passed by quickly and they finally went to the party, she walked close to Zack but not enough to be touching, she said hi to some of her coworkers, then she had to talk to her boss, she had told Zack to stay back but to her surprise he came after her a few seconds after she greeted her boss.

“And who is this handsome gentleman?”

Her boss asked watching as Zack put an arm around her shoulder.

“Well, he’s my…”

“Her husband, nice to meet you, she’s told me lots of good things about you over the years”

He put his hand out, the woman shook his hand but was very confused because of what he said.

“Ohh I thought you were single?”

Zack immediately intervened.

“Well I’m kind of in the public eye so we keep everything low key”

Zack paused talking to look at her with a warm smile.

“Right, darling?”

“Y-yes! That’s why I couldn’t talk about it”

The woman seemed pleased to hear she was actually married the whole time which as odd but it was better than the nagging she normally did, Zack had actually come to save her and she was grateful even if he didn’t tell her beforehand that he would lie.

“Well I’ll leave you two lovebirds to enjoy the rest of the night, I need to go back to my table, thanks for coming guys”

Her boss finally went away and she finally dropped her smile, she hit Zack in the chest.

“Ouch”

“Why did you do that?”

“I wanted to help”

He shrugged his shoulders, she had a hand over her face.

“You should have told me!”

He just laughed and she hit his arm this time.

“I knew you wouldn’t go with my idea, but see now no one will tell you anything because you have a hot husband”

She laughed with him.

“Thanks for doing this, I really owe you”

“Go get your husband some food and we’ll be even”

He winked at her.

“Right away, my dear”

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[debbiechanclub]

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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Read it on AO3

tag squad: @aussiearrow @cowboyslariat @knifepervert @sldghmmr @rusevday @missbrownstone @meteora-fc @bec0m @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09 @adriii-omega

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.”

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AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

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My second fav brit 💜

Summary: Renee Paquette teases the reader about an AEW newcomer that she knows is just the readers type.

The locker room is relatively silent as the women get ready for Rampage. You are sitting in front of the vanity fixing your mascara to perfection when Renee comes into the room a few seconds later and makes her way over to you.

"Hey, Renee." You greet her with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Y/N." Renee coos, giving away that she's got something on her mind.

You eye Renee with skepticism and set down your mascara wand. "Okay, spill it. What's got you all excited?" You ask her.

"Nothing," Renee claims, trying her best to hide her smile. You raise a brow at your best friend and it's enough to get her to crack. "Okay! I just saw the cutest guy out in the hallway," Renee replies gleefully.

"Cute guy?" You reply with an eyebrow raised. "Aren't you married with a kid, Renee?" You remind her playfully.

Renee laughs and shakes her head. "Not for me!" She clarifies. "For you! By the looks of him, he's totally your type." She assures you.

"And what's my type?" You snark back.

"Tall, charming, confident." Renee rattles off a few choice qualities. "Preferably has some type of accent." She adds.

"Woah! Okay!" You laugh. "Remind me to stop keeping my journal where you can find it." You joke. "You need to get some different reading material, sister."

Renee laughs and puts her hand on your arm. "Come on, Y/N! It's been ages since I've seen you go out with anyone." She pouts at you.

"So?" You reply. "Maybe I don't want to be out there. Maybe I wanna be a homebody." You cross your arms over your chest.

"You? A Homebody?" Renee laughs. "Yeah right. Come on, Y/N. You love going out!" She reminds you.

You roll your eyes playfully and sigh. "Did you even bother to get this dreamy guy's name?" You ask Renee.

"...No," Renee replies sheepishly.

"Renee!" You laugh. "Come on. The show is about to start and we're gonna be late."

You and Renee head backstage to where the camera crew is waiting to film a few interviews and backstage segments.

You hang out with Renee and watch her film a couple of interviews, then you switch with her for the rest. You are casually chatting with the cameraman when a handsome stranger walks up to you. He's tall, towering at least a foot above you. And he's handsome as hell, looks like the type to know it as well.

"Well, hello there." The handsome stranger approaches you with a debonair smile. "I have to say, Tony Khan didn't say anything about having such beautiful talent backstage."

"Oh!" You're surprised by his comment, to say the least. "Thank you! I'm, Y/N. I'll be doing your interview." You explain.

The stranger nods, flashing you that dashing smile of his. "Excellent. I'm Zack, if you didn't know." He adds.

"It's nice to meet you, Zack." You mimic his smile.

"Please, the pleasure is all mine, darling," Zack replies.

The cameraman gives the signal and you start the interview. Renee grins and teases you from out of view of the camera the whole time, making you fight to keep your composure.

When the interview is finished and the camera switches off. You smile at Zack and quickly go to dismiss yourself. His presence is infectious and you aren't sure how much longer you can compose yourself around him.

"Thanks for that, you did great." You smile at Zack. "I look forward to seeing you in the ring. I'm sure that you're amazing." You add.

"Ah, I'm nothing special." Zack shakes his head. "Thank you for the interview. Great questions. And I adore your energy." He pays the compliment back. "I'll be sure to put on a good show for you though, Y/N. Take care."

You nod with a blush prominent on your face and Zack walks off. Renee rushes over to you as soon as he's gone and squeals with excitement.

"Oh my gosh! I told you that he was your type, Y/N!" She teases you. "And he is definitely into you." She adds.

"He was just being nice." You wave your hand, but it's hard to deny that he was most definitely your type. Normally you have a rule about not dating coworkers. You've had a few too many rough experiences with that.

But, this Zack guy, he might make you break the rules yet again.

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kosei fujita x zack sabre jr x chris brookes x ftm!reader | gone with the sin

minors dni [16+]

word count| 3,345

warnings| Consensual Non-Consent, Gun Play, Knife Play, Bondage, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Crying, Begging, Feminine Terms Used (Pussy, Cunt)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You smooth out your dress in the uber, Fujita is sitting next to you obviously nervous. You put your hand on his thigh and kiss his cheek, 

“It’s okay Fooj. It’s gonna go exactly how we talked about it and if you need to you remember our safeword right?” Kosei nods. “And what is it?”

“Bubblegum.” 

“Good boy, Fooj.” He blushes lightly as you kiss his cheek again. The uber stops in front of the restaurant you had picked out and Kosei gets out first before helping you out of the car. He shuts the car door and leads you inside the restaurant, he tells the host the name that the reservation is under and you take a minute to look around the restaurant, you spot Zack and Chris sitting in the back of the restaurant, eyes already set on you two. You shake your head and bring your focus back to Kosei, who leads you to the table towards the back of the restaurant. Kosei holds your chair out for you and you thank him before sitting down, he pushes you in before getting in his own chair. 

-

Your date with Kosei goes off without a hitch, you are walking hand in hand with him when someone comes up behind you, pressing a gun against your temple and the other person holds a gun to Kosei’s spine.

“You two look awfully lonely. Why don’t we keep you both some company?” You shudder at the familiar voice of  Zack. Chris grabs your arm and hides his gun in his jacket but presses it against your back. You glance at Kosei who has fear written across his face and he isn’t the only one. Chris leans down and growls at you and Kosei,

“Use those pretty little legs of yours and walk.” Out of fake fear you follow his directions, letting him lead you towards his place. You and Kosei stay quiet, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to your group. It doesn’t take long for you to be forced into Chris’s flat, Kosei and Zack not far behind you. You finally face the two men who had taken you, tears building in your eyes. 

“What are you going to do to us? Please don’t hurt us.” Kosei glances between you and Chris and Zack, unsure of how to continue. “I’ll do anything if you don’t hurt my boyfriend. Please.” Kosei notices how hard Chris is in his pants and he finally faces Zack, who still has the gun pointed at Kosei. 

“Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything.” You reach out your hand and gently squeeze Kosei’s hand. Zack steps towards you two, he grabs Kosei’s face and growls out.

“I’m not gonna hurt you baby, I’m just gonna have some fun with you.” Kosei freezes next to you and you squeeze his hand again, tears start to stream down his face.

“W-Wait I didn’t mean that.” 

“Don’t worry sweet boy.” Zack coos at him, “We’re not going there for a little bit. Isn’t that right, Chris?” Chris nods in agreement,

"You two look so pretty together, why not entertain us before we have our fun?” You gulp and glance at Kosei, both of you shaking your heads. Zack and Chris step toward you both, both of them putting the guns under your jaws, pressing them into your skin hard. “Oh pretty boys, you don’t have a choice. Now strip.” 

They step away from you, Kosei looks at you with wide eyes and you nod, there is no other way to get out of this then follow their orders. You carefully strip from your dress and kick off your heels, Chris takes a step toward you, pressing the barrel of the gun against your sides and dragging it down the curves of your body.

“Such a pretty body that you’ve been hiding from us. Can’t wait to get my hands on you.” You look to your left to see Zack jerking Kosei while Kosei sobs loudly, telling him to stop. Chris forces you to look away from them and forces you to the ground, he forces your legs apart and quickly ties your hands to your feet, you struggle as best you can but he cocks the gun and presses it against the back of your head. You whimper and go limp, letting Chris do whatever he wants to you. You can’t see what is happening but suddenly someone is behind you, their cock is forced into your pussy and you moan out. Kosei whispers out to you, 

“‘M so sorry.” Zack and Chris work quickly together to tie you and Kosei together. They step back to admire their work and Kosei shakes his head. 

“I won’t do it.” Zack cocks his gun and points it at Kosei, Kosei just shakes his head. 

“Since you don’t care about your own life, maybe you care about your boyfriend’s.” Zack says as he points the gun at you. You whimper loudly and Kosei immediately gives in. 

“F-fine.. Just don’t hurt him.” Zack chuckles and nods, uncocking his gun and waving it to silently tell Kosei to get on with it. Kosei hesitantly puts his hands on your hips and starts thrusting into you. Tears stream down your face as you try not to moan, 

“Please don’t do this to us. We’ve done nothing wrong, we’re innocent people.” 

“Barely fucking innocent.” Zack chuckles, “I can hear how wet your pussy is from here, sweet boy.” His words make you clench around Kosei’s cock, pulling him deeper in your cunt. “The two of you like this, your ‘innocent’ boyfriend got hard as I whispered to him that I was going to force him to fuck you. He got hard knowing two men with guns are going to force you two to become our sluts, isn’t that right pretty boy?” 

“N-No it’s not like that. I-I got hard cause he was touching me.” 

“Oh? You only got hard cause the man that is threatening you was touching your pathetic little dick, is that right?” Kosei lets out a loud sob and shakes his head, he leans down kissing your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry, my love.” He whispers in your ear and you shudder. You hear the click of a camera and turn to look at Zack and Chris, Chris has a camera in his hand and a wide smirk on his face. 

“D-Don’t.” 

“You don’t want pictures taken love? We’re just commemorating your cute little date.” 

“It’s not-” 

“What, it's not a cute date between you and your boyfriend?” 

“Not anymore thanks to you two bastards.” 

“Oh look at that, the sweet little angel knows some bad words.” Zack cackles, “Maybe we should wash your mouth out, love?”

“I-I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.” You sob out. You are clawing at your feet, trying to ground yourself through the pleasure that Kosei is bringing you, the pleasure that Zack and Chris are bringing you. Your cunt clenches around Kosei’s cock hard, your mouth falls open with a loud moan and you cum hard. 

“Look at that angel, you came. It’s just like you and your boyfriend are making love.” 

“N-no it’s not.” You mutter out and Chris and Zack cackle while Chris takes more photos of the two of you. Your orgasm sets Kosei closer to the edge, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, how his thrusts become sloppier. “Please untie us. Please.”

“Why should we, angel?” 

“I don’t want him to knock me up. We’re not ready for a kid.” You cry. Chris laughs and kneels down next to you, ruffling your hair. 

“If pretty boy doesn’t knock you up. I sure will, baby.” You can’t help but break a little and smile at Chris, the thought of him knocking you up is just too sweet. But you quickly get back into the scene, crying and begging the two men. 

“Please please please please please.” Meanwhile Kosei is humping you like a mutt in rut while whispering out soft apologies. Your cunt clenches around his cock again and he cums hard, filling you up with his seed. You let out a loud sob, “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I don’t want to get pregnant.” 

Zack and Chris force Kosei to stop moving inside of you and cut the ropes binding you together. Kosei is pulled away from you and you whimper as you cunt clenches around nothing, searching for something to fill it again. You both let out a sigh of relief thinking that it’s over but Zack chuckles as Chris smacks your ass, watching as Kosei’s cum spills from your cunt. 

“Don’t think we’re stopping just because you came. Now it’s our turn to have our fun with you.” Zack growls as he pulls Kosei toward, you can hear a loud whimper and try to turn to see what happened but your view is obstructed by Chris. Zack forces Kosei to the floor, keeping the gun pointed at him so he knows to follow Zack’s directions. Zack unzips his pants and spits on Kosei’s hole, rubbing his cock between Koser’s ass cheeks. Kosei whimpers,

“Please don’t do this. I… I’m still a virgin. I want my first time to be special. Please.” Zack cackles maniacally as he guides his cock into Kosei’s hole.

“Oh it’s going to be special pretty boy, I promise you that.” All Kosei can do is whimper and cry as Zack forces all of his cock into Kosei’s hole. Your attention is taken away from Zack and Kosei as Chris presses the barrel of the gun against your head and slips two of his fingers into your pussy. He moves his finger oh so slowly and you are half-tempted to beg him to go faster. 

“Oh you’re so wet pretty boy. Perfect for my fat cock. Gonna take me so good pretty boy.” You whimper and shake your head, hating that your pussy clenches around his fingers and his words. “Such a naughty fucking boy, getting wet when he has a gun pointed to his head.”

“It’s not like that, I don’t like this.” You stutter out, your cheeks bright red. Chris chuckles darkly, he pulls his fingers out of you and easily picks you and places you on the bed, still hogtied in doggy. 

“Then why are you fucking dripping?” He laughs as he takes a picture of you like this. “Oh sweet boy, if you're worried about taking my cock, I can prep you.” You let out a sigh of relief, thinking he is going to go back to fingering you but your worst fears are met when you feel the cold metal of the barrel of his gun sliding into your pussy. Your body shakes with sobs as you cry out for him not to hurt you. Kosei can’t keep his eyes off of you, he is completely entranced by the scene in front of him. Zack notices and cackles before picking up his own gun and shoving it against Kosei’s lips,

“Why don’t we shut you up, huh? Open wide.” And all Kosei can do is whimper and accept the gun, sucking on it like a dick as Zack roughly fucks him. You try and look back at Chris, begging him.

“Please I can take your cock, just don’t put the gun in me.”

“You don’t wanna take the gun? Maybe I should just blow your fucking brains out right now?” You whimper loudly, gulping down fear as it becomes hard to breathe. You manage to catch your breath and beg at Chris.

“No, wait. I’m sorry. Please, I'll do anything, please.” 

“Then take the gun like the good bitch I know you are.” You nod, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle your noises of pleasure as Chris forces the gun deeper into you. He is staring straight at your pussy, watching it as clenches around the barrel of his gun. “You’re pathetic. Dripping wet, I can see your pussy clenching down on my gun. You better fucking cum on it or I’m going to have to shoot this pretty little head of yours.”

You try not to let his words affect you, to not let them go to your pussy. But the head of the gun is abusing your g-spot and his words are just oh so hot. Your mouth falls open with a loud scream as you squirt around the gun. Your cheeks are painted bright red with a blush as you realize what you have done as you come down from your second orgasm of the night. Chris cackles maniacally as he pulls the gun from your pussy, watching as you try to chase after it, wanting the pleasure to continue. 

“Oh you don’t like my gun?” Chris mocks your words from earlier and you nod, “Yet you just squirted on it like a fucking slut.” 

“‘M not a slut.”

“Yea yea. Who’s the one that just came with a gun in their pussy? You did, love.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” You cry out, the tears that had started to dry are only added to as tears drip down your cheeks. Chris flips you over and throws the gun to the side and pulls a switchblade from his pocket. You gulp and don’t dare look at Chris but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. He pulls a switchblade from his pocket and flicks it open. You look up at him with fear and watch as he strips with one hand, pointing the knife at you. 

“Gonna breed this little pussy. Gonna really make you mine.” You whimper loudly, trying not to buck your hips with his words. He pushes his cock into your pussy and you moan loudly, the stretch of his fat cock is almost too much for you and you almost cum again. You can’t help but break character, thrashing against the ropes to try and touch Chris, softly begging him to breed you. Tears of pleasure start streaming down your face as Chris starts to thrust into you. And Chris can tell that you have broken, that your tears aren’t of fear but of pleasure. 

“Chris, please I need it.” You beg softly as not to disturb the scene for Zack and Kosei. Chris immediately cuts your binds so you can hold him, he puts the knife to the side for now, just far enough away that you wouldn’t hurt yourself accidentally. “Breed me please, Chris. Please.” 

“Don’t worry baby, I will. I’m gonna put a baby in you tonight, I promise.” He responds just as softly and kisses your forehead. You cling to him, nails clawing at his back. As much as you want to focus on the scene, to make Kosei’s first time good, now that Chris is on top of you that's all you can think about. You can only think about how he is enveloping you, about how big his hands are on your waist, about how you are solely his. 

“Please please please Chris. I need you to cum in me.” He nods, kissing you with such love. A shrill moan pulls your attention away from Chris, you turn to see Zack balls deep in Kosei, who is crying and shaking with pleasure. Kosei looks up at you with such an innocent look in his eyes and your heart melts a little bit. You can see the drool puddle under Kosei’s mouth from how he’s been sucking on Zack’s gun. You moan at the scene in front of you, Zack is ruining your best friend and god it is the hottest thing you have ever seen. Suddenly there is a soft hand on your chin and turning your head back to Chris.

“Baby, look at me now, okay? Look at me.” Chris begs you, your pussy clenches around his cock. He rarely begged and when he did, you instantly became a mess. You arch into his chest, clawing at his back even more. 

“Fuck I need your baby.” 

“You’re gonna get it, love. I’m gonna fucking knock you up, I swear.” Chris’s voice is so soft, so loving. It makes your heart flutter and you hold Chris even tighter. “You’re gonna be so pretty with my baby.” His cock hits your g-spot head on and you let out a lewd moan. “You take me so well baby boy. You’re gonna make such a good daddy.” 

Chris rests his forehead on yours and looks at you with such love in his eyes which you return. You lean up and kiss his lips softly. The constant abuse to your g-spot has you close to another orgasm in minutes. You whine at him, telling him that you are close and he tightens his hold on your hips. His thrusts quicken as you cunt clenches around his cock. Soft plea’s stumble from your lips, sounding like a soft prayer.

“Gonna make your little belly swell with my baby.” Chris rubs your stomach lovingly as he speaks. Your mouth falls open with a loud moan as you cum around your lover’s cock. His cock pulses inside of you and you look him deep in the eyes, panting through your orgasm. 

"Put your kid in me, Chris. I need you to get me pregnant.” Chris moans at your words. His thrust get sloppy but you can tell that he is fucking you with the intent of breeding you. He continues rubbing your stomach, telling you that you are going to be such a good dad.

“There we go baby, watch as I put a baby in your stomach.” He groans out as rope after rope of cum spills into you. You whine at the feeling, sure Chris had bred you before but this is something different, this is something special. Tears start rolling down your cheeks, these aren’t out of fear or pleasure, these are happy tears. You are clinging to Chris, softly crying, putting your hand on top of his on your stomach. 

“Thank you baby. Thank you so much.” He looks up at you and wipes your tears away, softly kissing each of your cheeks. 

“No need to cry my love.” His voice is full of worry.

“No no, they’re happy tears. So so happy.” You kiss him, a wide smile playing on your lips. “You may have just put a little Brookes in me.” 

“I hope I did.” 

“We can keep trying until the test comes up positive.” You giggle out. Chris gives a few hard thrusts, fucking his cum deep into you, making sure it breaches your womb. Chris is looking at you with pure love and you are looking at him the same way. You cup his cheeks and pull him into a loving kiss, “Thank you my love. So so much.” 

“You’re welcome baby.” You and Chris are so caught up in your own world that you don’t notice that Zack and Kosei have finished their scene and are cuddling as they look at you. Kosei is completely entranced with the way that you and Chris are looking at each other, the way you act together, the love that you have for each other. Chris pulls out of you and rests his head on your chest while he rubs your stomach lovingly.  “I can’t wait to start a family with you. This time it took.” 

“You think so?” You ask excitedly.

“I hope so, sweet boy.” Chris smiles up at you. Kosei smiles at the two of you and quickly pulls Zack in for a soft kiss. Zack pulls Kosei closer, his lips ghosting over his lover’s. 

“What was that for, baby boy?” Zack asks softly as not to disturb you and Chris. 

“I love you.” Kosei smiles at the older man. Zack pecks his lips, whispering out an ‘I love you’ back. You call Zack and Kosei over to the bed, it would be big enough for all four of you to sleep on for one night and you wanted them off of the uncomfortable floor.

#prxxf writes #wrestling fanfiction #ddt fanfic #njpw #njpw fanfiction #zack sabre #zack sabre jr #zack sabre jr fanfic #kosei fujita fanfic #zack sabre jr x kosei fujita #kosei fujita x reader #chris brookes x reader #wre #wrestling smut #fanfic writing #fanfic authors

[fang-revives]

Those who saw the Zack Sabre Jr. / Ren Narita interactions at the WK press conference and thought "wow that's gay even for Zack" I am gently putting this perfect fic in your hands

#fic recs #ren narita #zack sabre jr #zsj #ren narita / zsj #takeover #wrestling shipping #kayfabe fanfiction #katsuyori shibata #SON OF STRONG STYLE im sobbing

[elitehunter]

Zack Sabre Jr.: You can mess with a lot of things, but you can't mess with kids on Christmas

Title: You can mess with a lot of things, but you can't mess with kids on Christmas Theme: Day 3 - Candles for @12daysofchristmas Fandom/Character(s): NJPW/Zack Sabre Jr. x OFC Warnings: none, a minor mention of the final Suzuki-gun match if that gets you too deep in your feels but tbh it's just stating there's a match. Word Count: 2,341

There are some very special traditions she's been planning on passing along to her nieces and nephews for the first Christmas she'll get to be home for in years. But when inclement weather keeps her grounded in Tokyo, he decides nothing should get in the way of the plans she made.

Read it on AO3

#12daysofchristmas2022 #zack sabre jr. fanfiction #zack sabre jr. fanfic #zack sabre jr. imagine #zack sabre jr. imagines #zack sabre jr. x ofc #zack sabre jr. x original female character #elitehunter fic #elitehunter fanfiction #series: 12 days of christmas (njpw shorts)

[tatsueigo]

I never forgot you

Fandom: New Japan Pro Wrestling

Pairing: Zack Sabre Jr/Taichi (Dangerous Tekkers)

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Prompt: @wrestleprompts week one: Two people reach for the last bottle of the same drink in a gas station fridge.

Wordcount: 345 words

AO3 Link: I never forgot you

The gas station is empty, apart from the boss and Taichi roams all the way to the fridges. Him and Taka had been on the way to yet another wrestling show, had stopped to charge the fuel, and he wanted something to drink. It was hot outside, he just needed something refreshing.

The only bottle was a cold beer and, even if it wasn't exactly his cup of tea, he figured out he could drink it just for once. With the right hand he reached it, ready to take it out of the fridge, only to freeze the moment he felt a hand closing over his.

A very familiar hand, to be honest. Once which didn't touch him in the last three months. For sure they had been on the same roster and on the same tours, but Taichi was missing his gentle touch outside of wrestling.

"Man, just give one moment, Imma pay for this beer and we can g-" The shivers which went through his spine made him focus on the man whose hand he was still holding accidentally. He decided to close the call, putting his phone away in his pockets.

"Zack..."

Taichi was left breathless, his gaze still on the hand with which Zack was still holding him. It had been three long months since Suzuki-gun disbanded. Three long months since Zack had left him to rejoin TMDK. Three long months since they hadn't been together anymore. Three long months since Dangerous Tekkers disbanded too.

Deep inside his heart though, Taichi has never forgotten him. Deep inside his heart, he still loves him and would love to still marry him, no matter what.

The moment Zack took his hand away broke his heart, he was met with emptiness yet again, before the British surprised him with a sudden and strong hug. He squealed for a brief moment, before hugging him back, eyes watery. He had waited for three long months for that moment.

"I never forgot you and everything we went through together, Taichi."

"Me neither, Zack. Me neither..."

#wrestleprompts #Ship: Dangerous Tekkers #dangerous tekkers #zack sabre jr #taichi #Set after Suzuki-gun disbanded #new japan pro wrestling #njpw fanfiction

[blizzardsuplex]

About Me, I Suppose?

Hullo there! You can call me Mel - I use she/her pronouns, am in my 20s, and live in the GMT +8 timezone. I like to say I enjoy the three “r”s of reading, roleplaying, and wrestling, but I also enjoy music, comic books, and turn-based RPGs.

Since this is a wrestling sideblog, though, obviously it’s time to talk about that. I joined Tumblr because I was getting desperate to interact with fellow wrestling fans who wouldn’t think it was weird to write and/or read fanfiction (shoutout Drea from @shes-a-voodoo-child, who tumblr will actually let me tag now!) I’d love mutuals, then, who are part of that subgroup, though ofc I’m just happy to find people in general to talk to about this medium. What I watch/which wrestlers whose careers I make an effort to follow are as follows:

Promotions: AEW, NJPW, TJPW, assorted American indies (2014-2016 PWG was the formative promotion for me...for better or worse). Wrestlers: Zack Sabre Jr., Speedball Mike Bailey, Miu Watanabe (and most of the TJPW roster TBH), Roderick Strong, Robbie Eagles, Chuck Taylor, Max Caster. I also pay at least some attention to the people who’ve crossed these people’s paths, of course (like ELP, Taichi, MJF, etc.) I also have written some quite a bit of wrestling fanfiction; some minor NJPW stuff, but I’ll link only the fics I’ve written under anon here on my shiny new fics page!

That’s all for now, I think. Hope to continue having a good time on here with you all!

#mel's writing tag

[littlebluespoon]

“Oops”- ZSJ and Misu

Guess who’s maybe back? yep, it is me. Hi! Here’s a little Suzuki Gun drabble for y’all. I’ve been thinking about maybe writing for some kpop bands but I’m not quite sure where to start with that but for now heres some fluff-ish, suggestive NJPW

~~~~~

You walked through the house, sneaking round corners and avoiding that one squeaky stair as you made your way up to the attic looking for your partner in crime. Climbing up the last set of stairs you peek around the door to him waiting for you.  

“Finally! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? If we get caught, I’m blaming everything on you.” You laugh and watch as he pulls at his hair,

“Relax Zacky, the worst he’s gonna do is make you run. It’s me that has to be worried.” Pulling your pilfered items from your bag the wo of you get to work on part two of your plan.  

“Remember these have to go back exactly where they were found, can’t have Iizuka noticing something’s wrong like last time.” You rolled your eyes at his worrying, ever since Iizuka caught onto one of your pranks and hung him up on the fence outside he’s been hesitant to do anything with the big man anywhere near the house. Finishing with your part of the task you take a risk and look out the small window that shows the garden; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... shit.  

“Zack, shouldn’t Misu be in the garden too?” You looked at the man, hoping he would say no.

“Are you saying he’s not?” The two of you stood frozen, waiting for him to appear out of the shadows like he often does. As the time slowly ticks by Zack breathes a sigh of relief,  

“If he knew what we were doing, he’d be here. Right?” he asks you.

“Maybe, maybe not. He quite often likes to see me hang myself. But we’ve come this far. Might as well go on.” With one last look to the garden you gather everything, wits and courage included, and begin sneak through the house again. Both of you move as silently as you can, skipping the squeaky step and searching the shadows just in case. Eventually you make it to your destination, the game room. Setting your bag by the door you begin your look out duties as Zack walks into the room and sets up your traps.  

“Ready, let’s get going before I have a heart attack from all this stress.” You gave one last look down the hallway before giving him the all clear to go. You separate at the stairs, him going to the gym and you to the basement.  

Sneaking back into the basement is much easier than getting out of it, after all it’s designed to keep you in. After you caused one too many nights of mischief Misu had the basement redesigned as a place to contain your more destructive behaviours and so far, it’s worked but today you felt like being a brat which is where Zack came in. Zack was always more lenient on you than the other Guns, probably because he liked causing as much mischief as you did.  

Putting you bag in its hiding spot outside the basement door you slowly slid into the room which is when it happened. Coldness engulfed you. Looking up you found an empty bucket balancing on the door and a glance around the room revealed the culprit,

“You really thought you’d get out of here without me knowing?” He sat on the one chair in the room, legs crossed and smirking at you, “Little one, I thought you’d been taught better than that. And to bring Zack into your plans... I guess you need some remedial lessons.” You stood in the open doorway, unable to move away from his gaze as he walked towards you. Reaching out he pulled you against him before quickly pushing you back towards the now shut door.

“Anything you would like to say before we get started little one?” You knew exactly how much trouble you were in and it wasn’t enough,

“Oops.” Giving a shrug, you smirked back at Misu and gave him a wink, laughing as he dragged you towards the chair.

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[inastrangerskiss]

rush

Zack Sabre Jr. x Reader

content warning: a pub is referenced as is a drink but that is the only thing aside from that it's straight fluff

summary: they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder

a/n: this is the first fresh zsj fic i've posted in months and months (everything else was backlogged) and the first fic i've written in months and months. i hope you all enjoy!

i.

“You don’t need to rush.” He laughed.

“I’m not rushing.” 

“You’re going fifteen over the speed limit.” He said with a smirk.

You looked at the odometer and realized you were in fact going fifteen over the speed limit and Zack was gripping the handle over the door with white knuckles. Carefully, you tapped the brakes, bringing the car back to a reasonable speed.

“That’s more like it.” He said, lessening his grip just barely. “Slightly less deadly.”

Your face flushed as you watched his smile grow. You tried taking deep breaths and you tried focusing on the road but nothing could distract you from the way his body next to yours in the car made you feel. His hand gripped the middle console and you wished with all your being that maybe he’d trade the leather clad installation for your thigh. Perhaps that’d be more comforting to him anyways.

“I just want to get you to the airport on time.”

“I have over two hours. I don’t think security will be that heinous.”

“You never know.” You shrugged, trying to act casual.

It didn’t take much longer for your car to arrive at the intricate weaving that was the airport. You slowed down considerably more and tried your best to read the signs as they came. Arrivals or departures? Departures. Did you want AerLingus and JetBlue or Delta? You turned in the right direction, almost sideswiping the car on your right. 

Zack gasped but tried to maintain a calm demeanor. It was your first time driving him and he knew how seriously you were taking the task.

If he missed his flight he missed his booking. And if he missed his booking he would certainly hold it against you, you thought. And you didn’t want that.

When you approached the drop off area you put the car in park and opened your door.

“You don’t need to help me.” He laughed.

“I just want to make sure you get everything out of my trunk.” You responded.

So you pulled his suitcase from your hatch and handed them to him as he loaded the luggage onto the sidewalk. His hand touched yours as you passed one handle to him and then the next. After his suitcase came his carry-on and his personal duffel. His fingers grazed yours with every single pass.

And you tried to contain the shiver in your spine.

But, god, it was difficult.

You finished unloading everything and he hugged you tightly.

“I’ll see you when you come bacK?” You asked, as he pulled away, his hand remaining on the small of your back.

“You’re my ride, yeah?” He responded.

“Of course.” You nodded.

You’d taken a day from work just to ensure you’d be around for him.

“Well, until then.” He smiled.

You wanted to be pulled in by his strong arms just one last time. Instead, he squeezed your shoulder and started towards the entry to the airport.

He had to tag his bags. He had to check them. He had to check in for his flight.

You were last of mind.

ii.

The conversation started simply. 

Zack sent a picture of a statue and you smiled. 

“Thought this might be something you liked.” The text read. 

Then another picture came through. This time the image was a box of intricately decorated chocolate confections. 

“Want me to bring you back some?” He asked in his next text.

“Absolutely.” You responded.

You shut your phone and moved about your business, assuming that was where the conversation would be left. But, before long, you heard vibrations and saw someone had begun to call you. 

Zack’s beaming face sparkled on the screen, his contact image being a picture from the first time you had hung out one on one. He had put his arm around your waist and insisted you take a picture together to send to your other friends. You had hid your face in his chest and he laughed. 

It was still your favorite picture.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Hey!” His chipper voice responded.

“What’s up? How’s the tour?”

You tried to busy your hands that shook in the wake of excitement. He had called you. He had wanted to speak to you.

It means nothing, you tried to tell yourself. He’s just bored.

“It’s good. A bit dull.” He said. “How’s home?”

“It’s good. A bit dull.” You repeated his words, earning a laugh.

You heard a quiet beep and the sound of a door handle turning and realized he must be returning to his hotel room. Gentle shuffling followed as Zack unloaded the bags from his time exploring the new city onto the wardrobe. It was silent but you didn’t need words - you were more than happy to listen to the ambient noises of your friend settling in for the night after a long day out and about.

“Any big matches coming up?” You asked.

He was silent for a moment and you couldn’t quite understand why but you didn’t think too hard about it.

“Nah.” He sighed. “Just multi-man warm up type matches now.”

You frowned. “Mm, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” You could tell his phone was pressed between his shoulder and his ear as he moved about. “I’m having fun.”

“More fun than you’d have at home?” You asked.

You were teasing but a part of you hoped he’d say “no”.

“Hmm.” He deliberated. “Let’s see. I could spend time exploring new cities and seeing new things and eating new food or I could explore the same old city, see the same old things, eat the same old food.”

You nodded, having expected a response of that caliber. You couldn’t be mad.

“But,” He started again, catching you off guard. “Home does have you, after all.”

Your face flushed and you were thankful there was a phone screen and a few thousand miles separating the two of you. The last thing you needed Zack to know was that his words got you flustered. 

“So, I guess maybe being home would be better.” He continued, suddenly making you starkly aware of the fact that you’d been silent for far too long. “As long as I’m not in a car with you.”

“Well you’ll be home in a few weeks.” You offered with a laugh, kicking yourself for not having anything better to put into the conversation.

“‘Spose I will be.” He said with a heavy exhale. After some more prolonged shuffling he spoke again. “And you’ll still be there.”

“Waiting for you.” You smiled, trying hard to mask the overwhelming fondness you were feeling. “And we can explore the same old city, see the same old things, and eat the same old food.”

“Speaking of food, are you taking your lunch now?” Zack asked, abruptly switching tones leaving you to feel slightly jarred.

“Haven’t yet.” You shook your head, regaining your composure. “It’s been busy.”

“Take your lunch.” He pressed. “The shop can survive without you for a little bit.”

“I have to -”

“You don’t have to do anything. You need to eat.” He said, more forcefully this time. “Don’t make me come all the way back from Japan just to make sure you take care of yourself.”

“Alright, alright.” You relented. “I’ll take my lunch when you hang up.”

“That’s not fair.” 

His words confused you, causing your eyebrow to arch as you walked to turn the sign on the door to “Closed”. 

“Why’s that not fair?” You asked.

“Because I intended to talk to you for a bit longer.”

“Guess you’ll have to save your words for another day.” You shrugged, fully aware Zack couldn’t see the physical action through the phone.

He smiled and you could hear it in his words. “Guess I will.”

“I’ll text you while I eat.” You promised.

“Don’t let me bother you.” 

“I want to talk to you, Zack.” You responded.

A small laugh slipped through the receiver. “That’s good.”

“That’s good?” You asked, once again unsure of what his words meant.

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that good?” 

“Because.” He started and you feared he’d stop there. You were thankful when he began speaking again. “I want to talk to you too.”

As you tried to find a sentence that was an appropriate mix of friendly and flirty in the mess that was your brain, his voice broke your concentration, trickling slow as honey through the receiver.

“I miss you.”

Had you started your lunch prior to this call you likely would’ve choked at the surprise of his words. Blush crept up your cheeks and you began to feel silly, the elation that came with what felt like a schoolyard crush filling your heart.

“Alright, go get yourself food.” He chirped as though his previous words had held no wait. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Talk to you tomorrow.” You nodded.

When you hung up the silence felt too silent. The absence of Zack’s voice against your ear made you feel as though you were missing something vital. An emptiness followed the dial tone.

You shook your head, trying to dislodge the dull ache of loneliness from your chest. It was meaningless.

However, five thousand miles away, as Zack picked at the leftovers from his lunch he felt that same exact dull ache. 

And he couldn’t place why.

iii.

You sat in the cell phone lot waiting. 

You felt your nerves multiplying. Zack had been texting you the entire plane ride but it had only just hit you that he was coming home. It had been a long month without him and you were worried that the Zack you had been speaking to on the phone might be different from the Zack that would be sitting next to you in your car.

“I’m excited to see you tomorrow!” He had said over the phone the night before.

“I’m excited to see you too.” You had responded.

“I’ve been wishing you were here.” He had murmured, almost as though he were self conscious of his words.

You still hadn’t recovered from that comment.

Your phone vibrated and a text from Zack saying he had gotten to baggage claim lit up your phone. That was your cue to put your car in drive and start making your way to the pick up lane. 

It may have only taken ten minutes to get from point A to point B but it felt like hours. With every rotation of your car’s tires you wondered if Zack would be the Zack you had known prior to dropping him off at the airport or if he’d be the Zack you’d been introduced to in his absence. You wondered if he remembered all of the words he had said over the phone or if he’d forget them the moment his suitcase was in your trunk.

When you saw him you couldn’t help but accept the beaming smile that unfurled across your face. You were thankful when he mirrored you, his cheeks blooming fondly.

You put the car in park and hopped out of the driver’s side, pulling the latch to pop open the trunk. As you reached for his suitcase his hand caught yours.

“C’mere.” He murmured, pulling you tight to his chest. 

You hardly knew how to react but you certainly had no complaints as you reciprocated the affection.

“Been a month since I last saw my best mate.” He said, his cheek pressed to the crown of your head. “Think a quick hug is in order.”

Best mate. The words rang out in your head as you forced a small laugh trying to not appear as heartbroken as you were beginning to feel.

He released you with a small exhale. Before you could reach for his suitcase once more he waved you back, signaling he could handle it himself.

“Don’t worry about this. Go get warm and I’ll be there in a second.” He said, gesturing to the interior of the car.

“You sure?” You asked.

“Yeah. No need for both of us to freeze to death.” He carefully maneuvered the suitcase into the trunk. “Don’t want you catching a cold or something.”

His words hit you as though they were an afterthought as you made your way back to the driver’s seat. You could’ve missed them if you weren’t listening close enough. A spark of hope lit up in your chest as you thought perhaps the comment was more than just a courteous gesture. 

Within minutes the trunk slammed shut and Zack hopped into the passenger seat, shivering for dramatic effect.

“It’s abysmal out there.” He commented as he dropped his carry on at his feet and pulled his seatbelt on.

“You say that like you’re surprised.” You laughed.

As you pulled away from the curb you could feel Zack’s gaze zero in on you and you expected some sort of smart ass remark in response. But, once you were comfortably on the road and headed away from the arrivals, you could see from the corner of your eye that he was simply smiling. The moment was fleeting as he turned to face the windshield, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. You had hoped it might last forever.

“I’m dropping you at yours. Right?” You asked.

“Mhm.”

“I’ll have to get some gas.” You noted.

“No worries.”

You looked over to Zack, hoping to catch his eye. He was transfixed, however, by his own hands as they kneaded and picked at each other. His eyes darted to his carry-on, sitting at his feet and seemed to zone out. At first you thought he was tired. He was fresh from a long flight and a big timezone shift. It made sense if he was not in the mood to make small talk. But then, as he looked back to his hands a realization dawned upon you.

He was anxious.

You took a hand off the wheel and squeezed his bicep, garnering his attention.

“You okay?” You asked. “I promise to drive more carefully than I did when I dropped you off.”

You thought he might laugh at the comment or perhaps make fun of you but instead he offered a tight-lipped smile that could very nearly be confused for a grimace.

“Yeah, no. I’m fine.” He shook his head. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about me.” He tacked a half hearted laugh at the end of his words, causing you more concern.

You shrugged and brought your hand from his arm back to the wheel. The drive was quiet as Zack opened the carry-on and fiddled with a bag while you kept your eye open for a service station. You turned the radio on but even that couldn’t assuage the tension.

“I’m gonna pull in here.” You pointed to a rest stop. “It’ll be quick.”

Zack remained silent as you pulled the car up to a gas pump. You parked and took the keys out of the ignition, offering one final glance towards the man sitting beside you. When he kept his eyes trained on his window you opened the door and re-entered the chilly outside world.

You could feel your head spinning as you unscrewed the gas cap and selected your grade of gasoline. He was never normally this quiet. He always had something to say and, while you didn’t always welcome every word that came out of his mouth, you were sorely beginning to miss the talkative person you had called every night while he was away.

You watched the price on the screen slowly go up. You wondered if he regretted everything he had said during his time away and was now trying to find a way to return to the platonic standard you were both used to. The thought alone caused your heart to ache. It was becoming more and more clear that you had potentially fallen head over heels for someone that was very clearly not on the same page as you.

You let your mind wander to the tune of gas pouring into your tank. You didn’t hear the passenger side door open and close. You didn’t hear Zack as he came around to your side of the car.

“Christ!” You gasped as he appeared next to you. “What’re you doing? Go back-”

“I got you something.” He blurted, not allowing you to finish your sentence.

His eyes were wide like a deer in the headlights. You couldn’t look away from him. You didn’t want to look away from him.

The gas pump clicked as the tank filled up, peeling your attention back, if only for a second. You placed the nozzle in its holster and declined a receipt.

Zack didn’t move. When you turned to face him you noticed his hand outstretched to you. In it sat an unassuming brown jewelry box, a small, dark green ribbon tied in a bow around it. This was not the box of chocolates he said he’d bring back. This was not something you had ever expected to receive - especially not from him.

Your heart began to pick up pace as you took the box from him, offering a brief, confused glance up to his still terrified face.

“I just - I thought of you when I saw it.” He started.

You pulled the ribbon slowly, no longer aware of the cars as they came and went, speeding back onto the highway. The lid of the box took a small amount of effort to remove but it came off. Zack stuck his hand out, offering to hold it for you while you peeled away a tiny rectangle of cottony gauze.

Your heart started slamming against your chest.

In the tiny, unassuming box sat a thin gold bracelet adorned with a matching golden sun charm. It was delicate and you worried if you dropped it you may never find it again. With the most care you could possibly offer a piece of jewelry you lifted it up and held it from your fingers.

“If you don’t like it that’s okay.” Zack continued. “I just saw it and I thought it was something you might want and I wanted to - after all of our conversations while I was gone I just wanted to-”

You held your hand out, palm facing the ground, silencing the stuttering man. You then held the bracelet up to him in your other hand. He stared at you with his head slightly tilted. 

“Put it on me.” You smiled.

The fear in Zack’s eyes quickly melted to reveal a warm grin. You could feel the anxiety rolling off his back and disappearing into the earth as he took the bracelet from you and clasped it around your wrist. His hand lingered on your skin as he admired how it looked on you, his thumb rubbing small circles against your forearm.

“You really like it?” He asked. “Because I don’t want you taking the piss or making a joke about this. If you’re fucking with me just tell me now.”

Laughter escaped from deep within you, quickly causing Zack to glare at you.

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” He muttered, a slight sneer on his face.

With a deep inhale you managed to pull yourself together. 

“No. No.” You shook your head fervently. “I swear I love it. I really do.”

“I don’t believe you.” He said, beginning to walk away, back to his side of the car. “You’re a pain in the-”

Before he could finish his insult or walk too far, you reached out for his arm and pulled him back to you. You hadn’t planned your next move as he stood, his chest nearly aligned with yours, so you did the one thing your brain had been dying to do for the last month.

You reached up and pulled his head down and quickly pressed your lips to his. He hesitated for an agonizingly long second. He had only ever thought this was possible in his dreams and a fear ignited in him that perhaps he was, in fact, asleep. You worried you had overstepped and wondered when it was right to break away but you waited one last moment.

And then he reciprocated the kiss. And it was full of need and want and love. And you smiled against his face.

When you pulled back you looked up at him.

“I love it.” You murmured, clouds of your breath getting carried away with the wind. “Swear.”

His eyes studied you, a satisfied look twinkling in his eyes. 

“Your hand smells like gasoline.” He responded, his eyes looking at your hand that was currently cupping his cheek.

“You’re the worst.” You said, trying to contain the grin that was threatening to break across your lips.

“I don’t think you mean that.” He chimed, his nose brushing yours.

“I don’t.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you took a step backwards.

“Get back in the car. You’re gonna get sick if you stay out here.” He noted, gesturing indiscriminately to the weather.

You shook your head but followed his orders, getting back in the car with every intention of cranking the heat up. Zack sat beside you, still smiling from ear to ear.

“So, I’m dropping you off at your place now?” You asked.

Zack appeared to consider the question before pursing his lips. “Maybe we could get a bite to eat first.”

“I could eat.” You nodded.

“I think we might have some catching up to do.” He said, resolutely. “And anyways, my flat isn’t really the best place to have a first date.”

As though it were the pin in the grenade a hot blush rushed across your face and you didn’t bother hiding it. Instead, you shifted into drive and began rolling back towards the highway.

“I’ve seen that place. It’s definitely not first date material.” You joked.

“No. It’s not.” He agreed. “But the pub around the corner might be.”

So you drove and parked outside of the pub. You ate subpar, greasy food and laughed over a drink and watched the game playing on the television. And Zack ran a thumb over your brand new bracelet and then took your hand in his, winding his fingers between yours. 

And he kissed you once more. Slowly, this time.

There was no need to rush.

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Knights and Kings

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairing: Zack Sabre Jr. x OFC Word Count: 4,650 Warnings: ANGST; alcohol use; language

Nellie and Torrance are both in need of relationship advice, and they expected to find it at the bottom of wine bottles and ice cream cartons―not a deck of tarot cards.

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Saturday, August 1, 2020 Tokyo, Japan

“Thank you for letting me crash here,” Torrance said. “I promise I won’t overstay my welcome.”

“Stop,” Nellie returned. She handed her a large glass of Sauvignon Blanc and sat down on the opposite end of the couch, pulling her feet up onto the cushion. “You can stay as long as you need. I’m sure it won’t be long, anyway.”

Torrance laughed dryly to herself as she eagerly lifted the glass to her mouth. “That makes one of us.”

She took a long drink, and Nellie frowned. When Torrance had called and told her she needed a place to stay because she and Ishimori were “taking some time apart,” Nellie had thought she meant just for the night. But when she’d shown up at her apartment just over an hour later—suitcase in tow, eyes red from crying—Nellie had realized it was a bit more serious than just a night.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. “Or do you just want to drink and binge-watch K-dramas?”

Torrance laughed again, a bit more genuine that time. “All of the above.”

Empathy surged in Nellie’s veins. “I didn’t realize you and Ishimori were having issues again.”

“Again,” because Torrance and Ishimori were one of those couples who always seemed to be either hot or cold. Nellie had seen it for herself during the two months she’d crashed in their spare bedroom after she and Zack had broken up. But she’d also seen their love in all the little things they did, in the way they chose each other every single day. From where she was sitting, this break had come out of left field.

But that wasn’t the case for Torrance. “It started not long after you moved out,” she revealed. “I think you were providing a buffer for us, and we didn’t realize it until you were gone.”

Nellie’s frown deepened. So this had been building for a month, then. She had noticed that Torrance hadn’t been her usual self the last few weeks, but she hadn’t thought too much of it—most people weren’t themselves these days. New COVID cases were surging again in Tokyo, and Stardom had just two shows planned for August after only just starting up again at the end of June after a three-month hiatus. So, Nellie had just assumed Torrance was depressed over the general state of things; she hadn’t thought to ask if anything else was going on.

And plus, Nellie had been dealing with her own personal matters lately.

She pulled herself out of her thoughts and refocused on Torrance. “So what exactly started, then?” she asked. “After I moved out.”

“Just, bickering,” Torrance breathed. “Constantly, about everything, about the stupidest, littlest shit. And I’d been hoping it was just a rough patch and that we’d get through it, but we haven’t and now… I’m doubting our entire relationship.”

A weight settled on Nellie’s chest, and she looked regretfully down into her own glass of wine. She could relate all too well.

“It’s exactly like what happened to you and Zack.”

Nellie flicked her eyes back up at her. Torrance was already shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you’re not wrong,” Nellie ruefully returned. “It is exactly like what happened to me and Zack.” She paused to take a sip of wine, her mouth suddenly dry. “You know you could have talked to me about it.”

“I know,” she quietly said. “I actually almost did call you after Taiji and I got into it last week, but then I realized it was Zack’s birthday and I didn’t want to bother you with my shit when I knew you were probably dealing with your own.”

Nellie’s mouth moved too fast for her brain. “It probably would have been better if you did call.”

There was a beat of silence as they both realized what she’d said. Nellie froze. Torrance noticed.

“Why? Did something happen?”

Nellie shifted uncomfortably.

“Shit, something did happen, didn’t it?” Torrance figured, and Nellie knew there was no avoiding it now. So, she spit it out.

“I slept with Zack.”

Torrance’s jaw unhinged. “On his birthday?”

She nodded.

Torrance stared at her a few seconds longer, mouth agape. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t call, then,” she remarked.

“No, it’s not good, Torr,” Nellie woefully returned—but Torrance was already asking her next question.

“Did it happen here or at his place?”

Nellie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She might as well just give her all the details. “His place. I texted him happy birthday because it felt like the right thing to do; we’re still friends. But then we started talking, and he said he was getting takeout from this udon place we both love, and asked if I wanted to come over. It was only like six-thirty, so I figured it was fine and I could leave before it turned into hook-up hours, but then one thing led to another and… yeah.”

She took a gulp of wine, her heart pulsing in her neck. In truth, she knew she should have declined Zack’s invitation that night; she should have called Torrance and had her talk her down. But she was having a harder time moving on from Zack than she was willing to admit. Some days, she gave herself grace for it. Of course she was having a hard time—she’d uprooted her whole life and moved across the world with the person she loved only to have it all fall apart. Anyone would have a hard time moving on from that.

But other days—like today, the entire last week—she felt like a fool.

“Was it good, at least?” Torrance asked, cutting into her thoughts.

“Torr,” Nellie breathed, half a smile on her lips. “You’re not helping.”

Torrance pulled her mouth to the side of her face. “Well, I guess we both need tonight.” She let out a tired sigh. “Please tell me you have ice cream or chocolate or something else we can eat our feelings with.”

Nellie pushed out her bottom lip. “I don’t. But there’s a 7-Eleven a few blocks away.”

* * * *

Neither of them was concerned about impressing anyone, and a few minutes later they both left Nellie’s apartment in oversized t-shirts, bike shorts, messy buns, and masks to walk the few blocks to 7-Eleven as the last remnants of twilight died in the darkening sky. And it didn’t take long for Torrance to resume her line of questioning.

“Have you and Zack talked about it at all?”

Nellie snorted. “No. I left practically as soon as the sun came up. It was my first walk of shame since back when I was hooking up with Riley,” she lowly added.

“You snuck out?” Torrance balked.

“No, I didn’t sneak out,” Nellie clarified. “I told him I was leaving. But he was still half-asleep, so.” She left it at that and gestured to an alleyway on their right. “It’s this way.”

They cut into the alleyway, lined with tightly packed open-air bars and restaurants. Paper lanterns and electric signs hung every few feet advertising food and drink in kanji, but the atmosphere wasn’t as lively as it would have been under normal circumstances. It made Nellie recall one of her very first dates with Zack at an izakaya just like these, a smile on her face as she turned toward him on a barstool, his hand on her thigh—

“Would you like your cards read, my dears?”

Nellie and Torrance both slowed to a stop. An older woman with kind, dark eyes stood outside a stall toward the end of the alley. Nellie looked up at the sign overhead; in bright neon letters it read in English, “PSYCHIC TAROT PALMISTRY TEA LEAVES.” Her brow furrowed in confusion. This stall hadn’t been there any of the previous times she’d walked through here.

Torrance hesitated. “Oh, I don’t know—”

But the woman cut her off. “Yes, come. You especially need a love reading; I can tell from your aura.”

She beckoned them into the stall. Torrance and Nellie exchanged an uncertain glance.

“Come, come!” the woman repeated. “You want to know if you and your partner are too incompatible, yes?”

Torrance’s eyes widened. Nellie could see her overthinking it in real time.

“Okay, that’s a really general statement,” she quietly attempted to assuage her.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” the woman said. “The cards will only tell you what you need to hear.”

Torrance and Nellie tapped eyes again. “Yeah, that’s what worries me,” Torrance muttered under her breath; but she moved forward into the stall. Nellie followed. She had to admit, she was intrigued—and there was something comforting about the old woman’s presence.

There wasn’t much to her set-up; just a small folding table covered by a woven tapestry with one chair on one side and two on the other, a neatly stacked deck of tarot cards set in the middle. An electric tea kettle and paper cups sat in the corner, presumably for those who wished to have their tea leaves read. They all sat down around the table. The woman looked at Torrance first.

“All I need are your name and the name of your partner, nothing more.”

Torrance shifted; so they were jumping right into it. Her voice wavered a bit as she answered. “Um, I’m Torrance, and my boyfriend’s given name is Taiji.”

The woman hummed as she nodded and reached for the cards. She held them intentionally in her hands for a moment, her eyes closed, focused; and then she reopened them and started to shuffle. Overhand, varying her pace—sometimes quick, sometimes slow—until one of the cards popped out from the pile, making itself known. She laid it facedown on the table, and then repeated the process two more times. When she was done, she set the rest of the cards off to the side. The air in the room seemed to thicken as she did.

“This is a traditional three-card love spread,” she explained, deliberately pronouncing each word. “Many people think, ‘the more cards, the better.’ But with too many cards, the message can become muddy and lost. A three-card spread cuts right to the heart of the situation.”

She placed her finger on the card on the right. “This card represents you.” She moved to the card on the left. “This card represents your partner.” Finally, she put her finger on the card in the middle. “And this card represents your relationship together.”

“Okay,” Torrance breathed, nervous. But the woman smiled at her, and even though her mouth was hidden behind her mask they could see it in her eyes, sympathetic and kind.

“Again, the cards will not tell you anything you do not need to hear,” she repeated; and then, without warning, she flipped over the card on the right. It displayed a striking graphic image of an angel pouring water between two cups. At the bottom, it read in capital letters, TEMPERANCE.

“Ah, a major arcana card!” she noted. “This is an important message.”

Torrance’s brow furrowed with anxiety. The woman went on.

“Now, the card looks upright to you because we are sitting opposite one another. But because I am the one doing the reading, it is reversed. And Temperance reversed indicates that you must look inward first before you can move forward.”

Nellie glanced at Torrance out of the corner of her eye. She fidgeted in her seat again, the corners of her mouth turned down. But she remained quiet, interested in what else the woman had to say. And so, she continued.

“Something is imbalanced in your life, and you must think about what it is that you truly want. Not anyone else—you. It is the only way to find harmony again.”

Torrance went rigid. Clearly, the woman’s words resonated with her; perhaps too much.

“It’s not a bad card,” Nellie cut in. “It’s just saying you should take a step back and figure things out. You’re doing that now.”

The woman smiled. “Your friend is right. And if you’re doing this, you are already on the forward path.”

Torrance nodded in understanding. “Okay,” she said again.

“Let’s see Taiji’s card now…” The woman reached for the left card and flipped it over. It pictured a robed king holding a longsword in his hands: the KING OF SWORDS.

The woman considered the card for a few seconds. And then she asked, “Does Taiji have very high standards?”

“Yes,” Nellie immediately commented. Torrance rolled her eyes; but she didn’t disagree.

“Yeah, he does,” she dolefully confirmed. “For everything.”

The woman nodded. “The King of Swords is someone who is very controlled and ambitious, and sometimes that can come off as…” she fluttered her fingers, searching for the right word. “Overbearing—cold—especially in relationships, as they tend to be reserved in showing their emotions. To them, love means pushing their partner to do and be their very best, and they desire someone who will do the same for them. When the two partners are aligned in this concept, it makes for a very strong and beneficial relationship.

“But,” she pointed meaningfully back at the Temperance card. “Do not forget what Temperance has told you. If your desires and needs don’t align with Taiji’s, then it will benefit neither of you.”

Torrance gnawed on the inside of her lip. Nellie couldn’t think of a positive way to spin that message.

“Alright,” the woman said with a single nod. “Now, your relationship together…”

She flipped over the middle card. A knight sat atop a gallant horse, a cup in his outstretched hand. The KNIGHT OF CUPS.

“Hm,” the woman remarked.

“What?” Torrance asked, leaning forward, an edge of panic to her voice. “What does that mean?”

The woman thought for a beat. “Well,” she began, “the Knight of Cups could mean one of two things here, both very positive. First, it could indicate that you and Taiji will take the positive actions necessary for you to move forward together as a couple… or, alternatively, it could represent someone new coming into your life. Someone much more emotionally in-tune with your needs than the King of Swords.”

Nellie snapped her eyes at Torrance. She sat frozen, shocked; but Nellie swore it looked like someone specific had popped into her head.

The woman noticed it, too. “Ah… is there someone else already who could be the Knight of Cups?”

“What?” Torrance reacted. “No,” she shook her head, cleared her throat. “I’m just surprised. This is… eye-opening, for sure.”

The woman smiled again, her dark eyes wrinkling at the corners. “Good! That is the cards’ entire purpose! And now, we will see what they have to say to you.”

Nellie snapped to attention. That meant her.

“You are single, yes?” the woman asked. “Newly single.”

Goosebumps prickled over Nellie’s skin. How had she figured that? “About three months now, yeah,” she returned.

“Mm,” the woman hummed and nodded again. “Then you have a choice. Either I can do a general love reading, or, if there is someone specific on your mind,” she said this as if she already knew, “you can give me their name and I will do a reading like your friend’s.”

Nellie hesitated, a lump in her throat. If Zack knew she was doing this, he would give her so much shit. He was a hardline atheist; he didn’t believe in anything but provable facts, something that had been a point of contention in their relationship. She had always believed in something more, some force bigger than herself.

And she wanted to know.

“His name is Zack.”

The woman picked up the deck. “And yours?”

“Oh. Nellie.”

“Thank you,” the woman nodded, and she started to shuffle.

The first card popped out almost immediately; she pulled it from the deck and laid it on the right. A few seconds later, the second card emerged, and she laid it on the left. Not long after, the final card seemed to jump from the deck of its own volition. The woman laughed lightly to herself as she placed it in the center.

“That was quick.”

Nellie rubbed clammy palms on her legs. She didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign.

The woman reached for the first card. “Your card,” she said; and as she flipped it over, Nellie was struck by the imagery. A large red heart pierced through its center by three swords, storm clouds in the background.

She scoffed to herself. That was a little on-the-nose.

“Ah… the Three of Swords reversed,” the woman noted. “You are having trouble moving on from the relationship that recently ended.”

It was a statement, not a question. Nellie stiffened. “You could say that,” she quietly returned.

“Mm,” the woman hummed again. “It is not so bad, though. The Three of Swords indicates that you need to go through this period of grieving to move forward. But you must be careful not to live in that grief and get stuck. You must keep yourself open to what lies ahead.”

But what lies ahead? Nellie wanted to ask. Maybe the cards would tell her.

“Now Zack’s card,” the woman continued. She picked up the left card and flipped it over. A knight charged forward on a horse, a staff in his hand. At the bottom, it read KNIGHT OF WANDS—and like Nellie’s card, it was reversed.

“He’s the person you recently broke up with, yes?” the woman asked.

Nellie blanched. How did she keep doing that? “Yeah,” she confirmed. “After almost two years. We moved here together in January and then… yeah.” She looked down, surprised at her candor. Maybe she’d just needed to say it.

The woman studied her a beat longer before looking back down at the card. “Like the King of Swords in the previous reading, the Knight of Wands is highly ambitious. But he is more impulsive than disciplined. He struggles with impatience, and sometimes fails to think before he speaks.”

“Do you know Zack personally?” Nellie quipped. The woman’s eyes crinkled in amusement before she continued.

“However, because the card is reversed, it indicates that he’s been feeling very frustrated. There are obstacles in his way, ones he cannot control, and he’s unsure how to proceed. Additionally, his frustration might not have anything to do with your relationship at all, but it affected it nonetheless. He must reconcile all this before he can move forward to what he wants.”

Nellie curled her hands into fists on her legs. There had been extraneous strains on her and Zack’s relationship that had played a factor in their break-up, of that there was no doubt. Living together for the first time in a foreign country where neither of them spoke the language, in the midst of a fucking pandemic, unable to do their job, the thing they loved, the thing that had brought them together in the first place. It had piled up on top of them, and they’d broken under the weight of it all.

“Does this resonate with you?” the woman asked. Again, Nellie had a sense that she already knew the answer.

“Yeah, it does,” she said. “But I don’t know if I’m part of what he wants.”

The woman’s eyes sparkled. “Well, let’s see if the final card will tell us.”

She reached for the third and final card, and Nellie reflexively held her breath as she watched her flip it over. The first thing she noticed was the bright red background. Then, a man and a woman, each holding a cup in their hand, the man reaching out toward the woman. TWO OF CUPS, it read.

“I believe you are part of what he wants,” the woman said. “The Two of Cups. This a soulmate card, my dear.”

* * * *

Nellie tried to pay the woman for the readings, but she refused the money. “The spirits had me seek you out,” she said. Nellie didn’t argue. She just thanked her and practically ran out of the stall, her head spinning.

Soulmates? Her and Zack? Please. She didn’t even think he believed in the concept.

“Wait up!” Torrance called as they exited the alleyway. Nellie spotted the 7-Eleven up ahead and started walking faster. Torrance had to jog to catch up with her. “Well, that was intense,” she remarked.

Nellie didn’t respond.

“Nell.”

“What?”

“That woman just said you and Zack are soulmates, and you’re clearly feeling some type of way about it.”

They came to an intersection, and Nellie jabbed the crosswalk button with her fingers. “She also said that card didn’t necessarily signify romantic soulmates.”

“Okay, but that was a love reading.”

Nellie kept her gaze trained on the crosswalk signal, willing it to change. “It was probably a bunch of bullshit,” she dismissed.

But Torrance shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know, she seemed pretty intuitive to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Nellie returned. “Who’s the Knight of Cups?”

She looked probingly down at her. Torrance blanched. “Okay fine, we won’t talk about it.”

* * * *

But long after they’d returned to the apartment, loaded up with ice cream, Japanese pastries, and more wine, Nellie still couldn’t stop thinking about it. And then, two more glasses deep and well into a Netflix binge session, she got a text. From Zack.

Are you free?

She nudged Torrance and wordlessly showed her the message. Her eyes bulged.

“Now he chooses to mince words?”

Nellie rolled her eyes. “I’m telling him I’m not,” she said and started to type back—but Torrance stopped her.

“No, don’t! You two need to talk.”

Nellie’s brow furrowed in disagreement. “I’m not leaving you here by yourself to go talk to Zack.”

“What, don’t trust me with your stuff?” she joked.

“That’s not—”

“I know,” Torrance interjected. “And seriously, I’ll be fine. Please go talk to him. We don’t both need to be miserable tonight.”

Nellie ran an uncertain hand through her hair. On the contrary, there was no guarantee that talking to Zack wouldn’t just make her more miserable. But Torrance was right. They did need to talk.

“Fine,” she said. “But I’m coming back.”

She didn’t bother changing, but she did pull her long, dark hair out from its messy bun and comb it out with her fingers, double-checking in the bathroom mirror that she looked decent, and then she was out the door. Zack lived two buildings over in the same complex, in what used to be their apartment. Nellie admitted it wasn’t ideal still living so close to him, but options were limited in the current market, and she hadn’t wanted to overstay her welcome with Torrance and Ishimori. Besides, she liked this neighborhood; she was familiar with it. She needed that more than ever right now.

Less than five minutes and she was at his door. She’d never responded to his text, she realized, but it was just as well. He wanted to see her; at least, it had sounded like he did. So, she raised her hand and knocked.

It wasn’t long before Zack answered. He seemed surprised to see her. “So I guess you are free, then?”

A swell of embarrassment flushed Nellie’s face. She was wrong, she shouldn’t have just showed up. Maybe he’d just wanted to talk on the phone, over text—not face-to-face. She must look like an overeager fool.

“Sorry, I should’ve—”

“No,” he cut her off with a shake of his head. “Come in.”

He pulled the door open further, and she gave him a tight smile and moved inside. Soft music floated out from the record player in the corner of the living room; a half-full glass of beer sat on the coffee table. So he’d been drinking, too.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

She looked back at him as he shut the door. “Um, water, actually. I had some wine and I’m starting to get a headache.”

“Ah,” he smirked. “Wine drunk. So that explains you just turning up.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and Nellie let out a breath. She needed to relax. She moved around to the couch and sank down into the cushions, listening to the music. It was one of Zack’s favorite bands; they’d seen them live in England before all this. She’d gotten him that record player for Christmas. It made her wonder what was going through his head before he’d texted her.

“Here you go.”

Zack reappeared with a glass of ice water. She thanked him and took a long drink as he sat down next to her. It wasn’t until she set the glass atop a coaster on the coffee table and sat back that she realized how close they were.

“So were you just drinking by yourself?” he asked. Cheeky like always.

Nellie pursed her lips. “Not that that would be anything to judge someone for these days... but no. Torrance is over.”

Zack’s brow furrowed. “She is over? And you just left?”

“She practically shoved me out the door, trust me,” Nellie returned, and the implication was obvious: she’d told Torrance what had happened. The mood shifted like the needle on the record player to the next track on the vinyl. There was no avoiding it now.

“So, why’d you want to know if I was free?” she opened.

He laughed shortly. “Is it not obvious?”

“No, it is,” she said. And then, more quietly, “Where’s your head at?”

Zack sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Honestly, I don’t know, Nell. But it shouldn’t have happened, should it?”

Nellie’s heart dropped to her stomach. She felt the same didn’t she? Then why did it hurt so much hearing him say it? “I guess not,” she returned.

“I’m not saying that I regret it,” he quickly clarified. “I don’t, at all. Nell, I would take you to my bed right now.”

“But?”

“But. There’s a reason we broke up. Reasons, plural.”

Nellie’s nose burned. She thought of the tarot reading again, the Knight of Wands reversed, all the outside stresses that they’d been under, that they were still under. She wanted to bring it up to him—the circumstances, not the tarot reading; he’d laugh her out of the apartment if she brought up the tarot reading—but it felt like it wouldn’t make a difference.

And yet. “What if the reasons were all extraneous?”

Zack looked confused. “What?”   

She pivoted to face him on the couch, and her knee bumped his. “I mean, what if the reasons we broke up weren’t actually issues between us, but outside issues that affected us?”

He sighed again. “Nell, we were fighting about everything.”

“Yeah, because we were cooped up here together, unable to work, unable to go anywhere or do anything, really. You don’t think that maybe that had something to do with it, that maybe it was just the circumstances we were under and not actually us?”

“I’m sure it did have something to do with it, but what if it just sped up the inevitable?”

The air was knocked from Nellie’s lungs. Was that really how he felt? “Oh.” She was a fool.

“Darling,” Zack started—and then he caught himself, realized what he’d said. Nellie’s eyes steeled.

“Don’t call me that right now.” She stood up from the couch. “You’re right; it shouldn’t have happened.”

She started for the door.

“Nell—”

“I should get back to Torrance,” she said, and with that she walked out.

The Knight of Wands, his impulsiveness.

The Three of Swords, its necessary heartbreak.

The Two of Cups—soulmates.

Nellie wanted to believe that maybe there was something to it. But it felt like it was all just bullshit.

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I'm not ready for Sunday 😭

Summary: The reader is Danielson's sister who has an encounter with Zack before his match with her brother.

"Come on, Y/N, keep up!" Bryan shouts from in front of you.

"Slow down! I hate you!" You groan as you break into a sprint to keep up with your brother.

You hear Bryan laugh as you make it back to his side. You glare at him through gritted teeth as he grins at you. "Come on, Y/N. We're almost done last stretch." He encourages you.

"Yeah yeah." You huff.

Bryan takes off in a sprint and you curse before taking off after him. The two of you round the last corner of your journey and come to a stop in front of the gym.

Bryan laughs at you as you come up behind him huffing and puffing for your life. You come to a full stop and put your hands on your knees to catch your breath.

"Please tell me that we're done?" You plead, lungs burning in your chest.

"Well, I was going to head inside and do some weight training." Bryan laughs as your eyes widen in desperation. "But I know you've been working hard all morning. So let's go get changed and get some lunch. My treat."

You perk up at the mention of lunch. "Yes! I am starving. Just please, can we go to a normal place for lunch? No vegan exclusive food?" You ask him.

"Vegan food is good for you," Bryan argues. "And for the environment." He adds.

"Yeah yeah." You gruff. "Vegetarian place then." You compromise with him.

Bryan nods and agrees to your terms. The two of you get changed out of your sweaty clothes and head out for lunch.

"So, are you feeling nervous about your match against Zack this weekend?" You ask Bryan at the restaurant while waiting for your food.

"Uhh, I wouldn't say nervous." Bryan shrugs. "I know it's going to be one hell of a match."

You laugh and agree. "That's for sure." You tease him. "Have you even met Zack before?" You ask him.

"Not in person, no." Bryan shakes his head. "I've seen a bunch of his work though. Been studying tapes with Mox and Claudio all week." He adds.

"Good. You're gonna need it." You muse and pick up your drink.

Bryan raises a brow at you while picking up his own drink. "You seem awfully interested in my match with Zack all of a sudden?" He comments. "Usually you couldn't care less about who I'm going up against."

"So?" You reply. "You're always nagging me about getting more involved in you and the rest of BCC. So that's what I'm doing." 

"No, that's not it." Bryan narrows his eyes at you. 

You roll your eyes and finish lunch with your suspicious brother. The two of you part ways until the weekend. 

Sunday afternoon, you arrive at the Climate Pledge Arena in a rainy Seattle. Bryan and the rest of his group have already arrived and are planning no doubt, so you hurry to join them. On your way through the backstage area you run into someone interesting, Bryan's opponent for the night. Zack Sabre Jr. 

"Well, what do we have here." Zack spots you from across the room, a mischievous grin on his face. He'd recognized you from some of the tapes and research on Danielson he'd been doing. "Excuse me, love. You're, Y/N, right? Bryan Danielson's sister?" He walks over to you with a charming smile. 

"Me?" You point to yourself nervously and swallow hard. "Yeah, that's me." You nod your head. "It's nice to meet you, Zack. I'm a big fan." You admit, betraying your brother in favor of the devilishly handsome Brit in front of you. 

Zack chuckles and the sound makes you weak in the knees. "Please, the pleasure is all mine, love." Sabre insists. "I've seen some of your work in the ring as well, love. And I must say, you aren't too bad in the ring  yourself." He adds. 

"Me?" You laugh. "I'm alright in the ring. Bryan is the prodigy of the family, trust me." You assure him with a nervous smile. 

"Maybe so," Zack replies. "Regardless, I'd love to train with you sometime if you're free." He informs you with a smile that makes your heart pump in your chest like it's about to explode. "Here's my personal number. Give me a call sometime, love. Lunch is on me." He winks at you and hands over a piece of paper with a number written on it. 

"Y-yeah, okay." You nod and take the slip of paper. 

Zack walks off and you hurry along to the BCC locker room giddy with glee and hoarding your new phone number like it's gold. 

"Y/N, there you are." Bryan greets you when you finally arrive. "We've been waiting for you. What, did you get lost?" He asks you. 

"No, I just...ran into someone." You reply. "I'm here now. So let's get on with it." 

Your brother once again narrows his eyes at you. He can tell with one look that something is up with you. But he chooses to ignore it for the time being. He's got one hell of a match against Zack later, and the last thing he needs is to be worried about you. 

Everyone links up and schemes about the plan for the night. You agree to go out with Daniel for support instead of Wheeler since he's got a match against Ricky Starks now. You wonder if you should tell Bryan about your encounter with Zack earlier, but chose not to. You know that it'll just distract him from the task at hand. 

The time comes for Bryan and Zacks match, so you head out with your brother. You and Bryan are the first ones out to the ring, so you take up a spot on the floor below Bryan's corner. Zack heads out a few minutes later and can't help but make a pass at you. 

"Come to get a front-row seat to the show, love?" Zack cheekily asks you as he passes you. "You know, we could always move that lunch to a dinner. Say, after the show?" He suggests. 

"What!?" Bryan hears his opponent's proposition and hurries over to the corner. "Y/N! Quit flirting!" He scolds you. 

You roll your eyes and turn to look up at Bryan. "I wasn't flirting!" You shout at him before turning back to Zack. "Sure, I can do dinner. If you win." You find a surge of confidence within yourself. 

"Brilliant." Zack chuckles. "Please do enjoy the show, love. We'll talk more soon." He winks at you before making his way over to his corner.

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