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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Bad Girls Club

El Phantasmo X Fem Reader

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Request by @madhatterbri (I took a twist on your original request. I hope you like it!)

Summary: El Phantasmo is the leader of the biggest club in Japan, Bullet Club. One night he stumbles across a Jazz singer named Y/n at his friend's nightclub in Osaka. El Phantasmo knows better than to think of Y/n in any other way than a Jazz singer. The two of them being together would just put her at risk. Especially with the current war going on with Bullet Club's archenemies The United Empire. But what happens when Y/n calls in the middle of the night saying someone broke into her apartment and needs El Phantasmo's help?

Warnings: Murder, Blood, weapons, gore, etc Word Count: 2.5 K

Being in the baddest club in all of Japan came with a lot of perks but there were a few disadvantages that no one was willing to talk about. The thought of settling down scared me. Having someone so close to you let alone a family puts you at risk. Other gangs could and would use anything against you. I was scared my future children would be used as ransom in an attempt to pay for my crimes. 

Currently the rest of Bullet Club was away partying in one of the biggest night clubs in all of Tokyo. For once I decided to spend Friday night alone and ended up in a Jazz Club in Osaka. The Jazz club was small, it held about 200 people but there were only about 20. A blond girl stood on the stage singing a song I knew would be stuck in my head for the rest of the weekend. “I’m in love with a dying man, I’m in love with a dying man. I’m in love lying in the sand.” The blond girl wore a short black knit dress with long sleeves. The dress ended just below her ass. She paired the dress with black velvet knee high boots. She swayed elegantly to the track. A song she called Kill Kill. “One…Two….Make it fun. Don’t…Trust…Anyone” The words she whispered in the mic spoke to me. Being the leader of the biggest gang in Japan I knew a thing or two about trusting people. I found myself getting lost in her performance. The way she swayed her hips, the way she looked into my eyes so seductively. I feared I was falling for her tricks. As I went to the bar to grab myself another dirty martini, I ran into a good friend of mine who just so happened to own the Jazz Club. “Hey, Phantasmo, how’s it going?” Tony asked, “I’m doing well Tony, how’s the business doing?” I asked him. “It’s a bit slow but going well, as you can see I have a new act. She’s the best I’ve ever had, sings like an angel” “What’s her name, she’s beautiful?” I asked Tony. “Her name is Y/n but I don’t want you getting any ideas. She’s too young for you” he told me. “How old is she?” “21, far too young for you” 

I spoke with Tony a little longer before returning to the private lounge I sat in prior. Tony’s word’s kept replaying in my mind. ‘Don’t get any ideas, she’s too young for you’. Prior to our conversation I wasn’t even thinking about Y/n in that way. I genuinely thought of her as a beautiful young singer. Tony was right, though I didn’t really mind the 15 year age gap going out with Y/n would just put her at risk. I spent the rest of the night enjoying the atmosphere of the club and Y/n’s performance. Before I knew it it was close to 4am and the club was closing. As I began to leave the club Tony came up to me. “Before you go, I want to introduce you to someone. Y/n, this is one of my very good friends El Phantasmo. If you ever need something or find yourself in a sticky situation I want you to give him a call” Tony said. “Hi, I’m Y/n. It’s very nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard alot about you” Y/n said as she reached out her hand to me. I took her hand and instead of shaking it I kissed her knuckles saying “It’s very nice to meet you too. Tony has told me a lot about you as well. You are very talented, did you write all of those songs yourself?” I asked “I’m glad to hear you liked them. I did write and produce them myself” Y/n said blushing. “Like Tony said, if you ever need anything just give me a call. Doesn’t matter the time, place or task I’ll always help out a friend. You better be careful out there Ms. Y/n, there are some real weirdo’s out there” As I said that last sentence to Y/n, I could see the look in her eyes change ever so slightly. Like there was this tension, that she was on edge. Tony had the same look in his eyes. Even with us being friends for over 20 years and him always having such a stone cold expression on his face I always knew when something was up. I mean there had to be or why else would Tony bring Y/n telling her to call me if she was ever in trouble. 

***

It had been about a week since I last went to the Jazz Club and saw Y/n. During that time a lot had happened. The United Empire, the second-largest gang in Japan and our arch-nemesis were on a killing spree. They went around the streets of Tokyo killing for fun. Their murders were not targeted. They were just killing everyday people just because they could. Y/n was always in the back of my mind. My subconscious told me she was at risk. At risk because she worked in one of the busiest Jazz Clubs in Osaka, at risk because we know each other and at risk because of just how dang beautiful she was. The United Empire was known for doing unspeakable things to young women. It makes me sick even thinking about it. Although I am the leader of the biggest Gang of Japan’s history, my number one rule always has and always will be NO women NO children. 

Originally I had planned to visit the Jazz bar this weekend but The United Empire’s tricks had all of my attention. One of our main camps had been compromised. Millions of dollars in cash, weapons and drugs had been stolen. A dozen of my men were killed including one of my best men. I knew war was on the horizon but when the head of one of my best men Gabe arrived at my doorstep I knew the war had just begun. 

Currently I lay in my bed thinking of Bullet Club's next actions. I didn’t want to just kill these men. I wanted them to pay for everything they have done over the years. My thoughts were broken when my phone began to ring. An unknown caller could mean one of two things. I just hoped the sharp pain in my gut was wrong. “Hello?” I said as I answered the phone. I heard nothing on the other line except for the sound of glass breaking. “What do you want, it’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning. I’m not in the mood for any games” I said annoyed. “Mr. Phantasmo?” A voice whispered on the other line. “Who is this?” I asked “It’s Y/n, I need your help” I felt my heart sink. “Y/n?! Where are you, what’s going on?” I asked in a panic. I could hear her faint sobs on the other line. “I need you to take a deep breath Y/n so I can help you. What’s going on?” I asked, slightly more calm this time. “I think my ex boyfriend and his friends just broke into my apartment. They’re ripping apart the place trying to look for me” My mind was going at a rapid pace, I quickly grabbed my gun and hopped in my truck. “Where are you right now in the apartment?” I asked “I’m hiding in the closet in my office. There is a lock on the inside of the door. They can’t open it from the outside” “I’m coming right now to get you Y/n but I need you to stay on the phone with me okay. Where is your apartment?” “It’s a few blocks north of the Jazz Club. Pink palace apartment complex. It’s on Mabel street, apartment 34A” I could hear the voice of men in the background yelling and breaking everything in their path. “Come on out and play Bunny. You can’t hide forever” said one of the men. The voice sounded so familiar but I couldn't seem to put my finger on the thick British accent. The second I stepped into the apartment complex I knew what I was dealing with. ‘Shit’ I thought to myself. I quickly messaged the boys for back up and carefully sneaked into the apartment. I didn’t even want to think about which one of The United Empire boys was Y/n’s ex. It wasn't even important, what was important was that I found Y/n. 

The apartment was destroyed. Glasses and plates were shattered on the floor. Clothing and drawers were scattered all over the place. Then all of a sudden I felt my body hit the floor hard. “Oi Bruv, what do you think you’re doing here huh?” That voice I had heard earlier was none other than Will Ospreay. Will had tackled me to the floor, I tried to cover my face from his blows but some crept  in. “Where the fuck is Y/n?” I spat at him as I got out of his grip. “Why the fuck do you care Bruv, she’s my girlfriend not yours” he spat back. The two of us fought for what felt like forever, going back and forth with swings at each other. Just then the other members of Bullet Club arrived and had to pry me from Will. David Finlay and Jay White found Y/n while I made sure Will would never mess with her again. I left him in a bloody mess, along with the rest of his men. They were so black and blue not even their own mothers would recognize them. Somewhere missing teeth, I’m pretty sure one of them was dead. 

When I saw Y/n she looked terrified. She had a black eye and a busted lip. I held her tightly in my arms as she began to cry. “Don’t worry love, you're safe now. They can’t hurt you” The car ride home was silent. I thanked the boys for the help and took Y/n back to my house. I called up the maid to make sure one of the guest rooms was prepared with clean sheets and a fresh change of clothes to change into. Along with a hot bath so she could rinse off the blood and dirt that was on her skin. “This is where you live?” Y/n asked as we pulled into the house. A security guard met us at the end of the driveway and opened the large gates so I could drive up to the house. “Yes ma’am, I told her” “Your house is huge” she said. The moment we stepped into the home I introduced her to my maid Mrs. Kim. “Mrs. Kim is going to look after you. She’s already prepared a room, some clean clothes and a bath for you” Y/n looked at me like she was a deer in headlights. “Don’t worry, she’s not going to hurt you” I reassured Y/n. Mrs. Kim had been my maid years before Bullet Club became as big as it is. She was one of the few people in this world I actually trusted. I knew she would take good care of Y/n. “Okay Ms, if you follow me I will show you to your room” Mrs. Kim said with a warm smile on her face. 

Once Mrs. Kim showed Y/n her room and helped her into the tub she returned to me with a concerned look on her face. “Is everything alright, Mrs. Kim?” I asked. “I know I’m not supposed to ask these kinds of questions, sir. But what happened to that poor girl?” she asked with genuine concern. “She has some pretty bad and deep scars and wounds along with some questionable bruising I think you should see.” Truth be told, I didn’t know what happened to Y/n. I’m not sure if I wanted to know what happened to her. “The only thing I know is that she phoned saying her ex-boyfriend and his friends broke into her apartment. She’s a good girl Mrs. Kim, I have no idea how her supposed ex-boyfriend is Will Ospreay” I explained “Her ex-boyfriend is W- oh hi, Ms. Y/n, have you finished your bath” I looked over to see Y/n wrapped in a big white fluffy Gucci robe. “Why don’t I show you your room for the evening”  

Trying to fall asleep was a nightmare. I had so many questions that needed to be answered. How was Y/n involved with The United Empire? Why were they after her? How does her being a singer at Tony's Jazz Club tie into all of this? I thought about giving Tony a call but knew better than to get more people involved in the situation. By now, it was close to 5 o'clock in the morning. It was no use trying to get any rest. I needed to get up in a few hours anyway. An early start would do me well. It would give me some time to wrap my head around everything and plan my next course of action. But just then, I heard a faint knock on my bedroom door. I got up to find Y/n on the other side. “Would it be alright if I spent the night with you? I don’t really want to be alone right now,” Y/n asked. “Of course, darling” I told her, offering her a warm smile. “Thank you, for everything” Y/n said as she climbed into the bed, pulling the large duvet over her. “Anytime, darling. You know I would do anything for you.” The words came out of my mouth so fast I didn’t even have a chance to think about what I was saying before I said it. Before I could say anything I felt Y/n place a delicate kiss on my cheek. “Goodnight,” “Goodnight Y/n” 

Something about this felt so wrong. This shouldn't be happening not with this current war. As much as my mind denied it my heart told me I was falling in love with Y/n. I didn't know what the future would hold. For fucks sake I have Will Osprey's ex-girlfriend cuddled up next to me in bed. The words I mistakenly admitted were true. I really would do anything for her and I mean anything.

[dorkorder]

"This is AEW, this is where Jay and Juice both are. They said they were going to come to support me but neither of them were here, neither of them respond to my text messages. I’m hurt, I have no friends and I don’t know how I feel about wrestling right now."

[rankirakira]

Post Wrestle Kingdom 19 and Wrestle Dynasty art 👀

Wrestle Kingdom and Wrestle Dynasty was amazing 🫶 Aaa I wanna yap/chat with ppl about NJPW WK and WD more. Also I wanna draw more 👀

[elitehanitje]

A Japanese variety show called TV Champion! specialized in New Japan Pro Wrestling and DDT Pro where they talk, ship, discuss, and guess which wrestler they can take and date (the panel consists of all female experts, celeb, and fans).

ETA: The correct name for the series and the program are on the reblogs. Check them out!

[coquinaclutch]

[schadentekkers]

[joearlikelikeswrestling]

[realgraps]

[fishwikipedia]

ok

[5secondsofmoxley]

Screwed // Part 1

Pairings: Jay White X fem reader, El Phantasmo (Riley) x fem reader

Warnings: language, implied sexual content, angst, some fluff (sorta??). No use of Y/N, or any descriptors for the narrator. I try to leave it as open to interpretation as possible for you the reader to imagine whoever you’d like. I tried to keep it gender neutral as well, but I did end up saying the narrator is a woman for storyline purposes.

Author’s Note: The dynamic the reader has with Bullet Club is very heavily inspired by a two part imagine on Wattpad by babyface2216. Not sure if they have a tumblr, but I’ll link the story here. https://www.wattpad.com/1293863303?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=5SecondsOfMoxley

This story was also almost solely inspired by a dream I had that I decided to turn into this. I want to thank @madhatterbri and @cowboywritersworld for writing Jay fics recently and giving me motivation to write for him lol. So this, my first Jay fic, is dedicated to you both 🫶

I never knew it was possible to feel so guilty. And I shouldn’t feel like this. We were drunk, shit happens. But god, out of everyone I could’ve possibly slept with, it had to be his best friend? Him and I aren’t even official. I mean sure, everyone knows how we feel about it each other. We’ve made out a few times, some might say we’ve gone on a few dates but we never called it that, it was just us hanging out.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to be with him. But something always gets in the way: the guys interrupt, one of us has a meeting, wrong place, wrong time. What bothers me the most is when he pulls back. I can’t even begin to count how many times I thought we were finally going to do something and he pulled back. Of course he would never tell me why. Always played it off like he didn’t just put a stop to it for no reason.

I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he doesn’t have feelings for me like I thought. Maybe he feels guilty knowing how I feel and he’s just trying to get his dick wet. Which, he’s never done with me as I said. But I don’t think any of that is the case. I’m not blind, I see the way he looks at me. I’ve felt the way he plays with my hair when he thinks I fell asleep during the movie. I’ve felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead just before he left my room. I’ve seen the smile he gives to me and no one else. I get to see the soft side to him no one else gets to see. So why does he pull away?

The bed stirred behind me, and the arm around my waist tightened. I am royally screwed.

“Mm, good morning.”

I groaned. Throwing the sheets off me, I reached down and grabbed the closest piece of clothing I could find. Unfortunately for me, it was his shirt. But knowing I needed to cover up and get out of here as fast as possible, I took what I could get.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He sat up, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I scrambled around the room, trying to collect my clothes and gather my thoughts. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around what we did. Being drunk isn’t enough of an excuse for me.

“Hey,” he grabbed my wrist, putting a halt to my escape. When I finally mustered the strength to turn around and look at him, I felt more guilt. His brows are furrowed, clearly confused as to why I’m reacting so bad, but he also looks a little hurt. I don’t blame him. I am acting pretty bitchy but I don’t know what to do.

“What’s going on in your head?” He stared into my eyes, waiting for an answer I couldn’t give him.

I took two steps back from him and ran my hands through my hair. Not only am I feeling guilty, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so awkward. We’re close friends, but I never saw him in a way I thought would end up with us drunkenly hooking up.

He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Thankfully, in the time I’d been gathering myself, he at least had the decency to pull on some boxers. “Look, this doesn’t have to be weird.”

“You’re kidding right?” I glared at him. How could he possibly think this isn’t weird?

“Alright, so it’s a little weird. But it doesn’t mean we have to make it weird. It was fun, right?” Though he was smirking at me, I could see some doubt in his eyes. He was genuinely asking me how I felt about last night. If the guilt hadn’t already hit me like a ton of bricks, it sure did now. I could barely remember anything from last night. All I knew was we were the last two at the bar, the rest of the guys surprisingly decided to call it an early night. He wanted to make sure I got back to my room okay. I don’t know what was going through either of our heads that led to me inviting him in, and us hooking up.

I sighed and sat next to him. I ran my hands over my face and through my hair again. “To be honest, I don’t remember much from last night.”

“Oh.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes. A comfortable silence we’d sat in so many times before, yet this one was different. I gladly accepted it though considering the situation we were dealing with.

“Last night,” he started, as he turned to me, finding me already looking back. I cut him off before he could continue.

“Was a mistake. I mean, obviously, but,” I paused for a moment. Standing up, I started to pace as I felt like I was going stir crazy.

“God, I don’t know what to do. Do we tell him? I mean, we have to tell him. Right? We’d be horrible people if we kept it a secret.” He scoffed, interrupting my rambling. I whipped around to find him glaring at me.

“Us fucking doesn’t make us horrible people. We were both drunk, shit happens.”

“Yeah but,”

“But nothing! You guys aren’t even dating!” I had never seen him so tense. Actually, I don’t think I’d ever seen him so frustrated. Or, I guess I’d never seen him so frustrated with me. We’d always had the teasing kind of friendship. The kind where if a stranger listened in they’d think we were bullying each other. But we took each other’s words with a grain of salt.

“You know how I feel about him. I-“ he cuts me off again. Standing up to put more distance between us. I’m over by the window, hugging myself as if it’d protect me from this argument I was dying to get out of.

“Yes. Everyone fucking knows you’re in love with Jay. And yet, here you are waking up in bed with me.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Riley?”

He laughed incredulously. “What do you think I mean? You’re so in love with Jay, yet you left with me last night. You invited me in.”

“Oh fuck off! You say it as if you and I weren’t the last two there. You insisted you wanted to make sure I got back safe.”

Riley laughs at me again. “You invited me in.”

“Would you stop fucking saying that!”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“God, Riley, I was drunk off my ass. I don’t actually remember a time I was that fucking drunk. I literally have no recollection of what the fuck was going through my head.”

“Yeah, so? What, are you going to tell me you were so out of it you thought I was Jay? Or maybe you were picturing him since he doesn’t seem to want you.”

His face fell, in the same way I imagine mine did. I could see the regret wash over his face instantly. It didn’t make his words hurt any less.

I bit my lip, and rapidly tried to blink away the tears. I didn’t want to give Riley the satisfaction of hurting me the way he wanted to a moment ago. “Fuck you.”

Walking over to the desk, I made quick work of throwing my phone and wallet into my bag. Just barely catching site of my key card, I ripped my bag off the desk and brushed past him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Riley make a move to grab my arm, but I was faster and managed to get by.

Just before I could open the door, Riley spoke again. “Where are you going? This is your room.”

“I just need to be as far away from you as I can be right now.”

He sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. That was a shit thing to say.”

I couldn’t look at him again. Partially because a few tears had managed to escape. And partially because I was too ashamed to let him see the doubt that was eating away at me. I couldn’t leave though. Riley‘s words had more weight to them. Like he knew something I didn’t. I pressed my forehead into the door, unwilling to turn around and face him.

“Does he?” I whispered. I didn’t think he heard me. I spoke so quietly and he sat on my question for a moment before responding with his own.

“Does he what?”

“Does he not want me? Does he not feel the same way?” I turned around, leaning back against the door. I feared if something wasn’t supporting my weight, I’d collapse in my self pity and shame. “Jay has had so many chances. And I know I’ve made it so disgustingly obvious how I feel about him. When we’re on screen he does everything he can to imply that I belong to him. Makes me wear his jacket, his shirts, keeps an arm around me, glares at anyone that could possibly be giving me the eye. But the minute we’re alone, fully alone where nothing can stop us from finally moving forward, he does. He pulls back. Why?”

I can’t bring myself to look up at Riley. I always held my head up high, like I was so strong that nothing could bother me. I’d never let any of the guys see me cry, let alone doubt myself. It’s hard being the only girl in Bullet Club. I didn’t wanna be seen as fragile. I wanted the guys to treat me like an equal. Sure, I did things the guys couldn’t do. Distracted their opponents by batting my lashes at them and maybe, just maybe wear something a little too revealing in matches I thought my boys needed the extra upper hand in. But all the more, that made me have to carry myself in a way that everyone knew I wasn’t just some piece of ass the Bullet Club drags around with them. I can’t tell you how many bumps I’d taken for my boys.

Riley sighed. Catching my attention for a brief second before I looked away again. He sat down again. I could tell he was having an inner battle with himself.

“Look, I just said what I said to hurt you. I’m sorry. Jay, he,” Riley pauses for a moment. I finally bring myself to look him in the eyes, but he’s staring at the ceiling.

“You know Jay’s reputation, yeah? Before you came into the picture I mean?” He glanced at me for a second, then quickly looked away when he saw me staring back.

“Yeah. Everyone knows Switchblade’s reputation. That’s why when we first met, I brushed off his flirting. I didn’t wanna be another notch in his belt. No less as I was introduced as the first female to join Bullet Club. I didn’t want it to seem like I was just his fuck toy.”

“And yet somewhere along the way you fell for it.”

“Are you saying he doesn’t have any feelings towards me?”

“No. No, not at all. I’ve never seen Jay with a girl the way he is with you. Do you remember that first night you came out with us?”

I thought for a second. The first night I went out for one of the infamous Bullet Club outings. I’d been part of the club for only a month at that point. The guys had tried convincing me to go out with them many times, but I’d never given in until then. I always thought I’d be intruding on some boys’ night type of shit. But I was finally starting to feel like I belonged. Not that the guys ever gave me the cold shoulder. Trust me, no one joins Bullet Club that they don’t want. I finally felt comfortable in the dynamic that had been set. Sure, it sort of felt like I was the mom of the group. Constantly making sure the guys were on time where they needed to be, and stopping fights when needed. But it had taken me some time to be okay with taking on that role, and to see they were okay with it too.

They had dragged me out to some bar, that was so lively it borderline felt like a nightclub. We had gotten what was apparently their usual booth, and a round of shots to “initiate” me into the club. It was a great night. One of my favorites actually.

“Of course I do.”

“So, you remember that blonde that was ballsy enough to send a drink to the table for you?”

There was this hot guy, he’d been eyeing me since he’d walked into the bar with his friends. The boys found it hilarious that here I was, the sole woman at a table of muscly men, and this lanky blonde had the balls to send me a drink. They couldn’t believe he had the nerve to pull such a move. Especially since Jay had his arm wrapped around my shoulder. And that was before him and I were anywhere close to where we are now. I had barely stopped rolling my eyes at his incessant flirting and started flirting back.

“What about the blonde?”

“You remember when Jay bought us a round of drinks?”

“Riley, get to the point, please.”

“Jay never bought the rounds on nights he won big. He went to buy the rounds because the blonde was at the bar. He didn’t plan on saying anything. You know Jay, he’s good at reading situations and getting the upper hand. Well, he overheard the guy tell his friends that he didn’t care about us surrounding you. He was going to make a move. He knew you wanted him too. Jay got jealous, and Jay never gets jealous. Or at least, at that point he didn’t. Everyone knows how full of himself he is. He has no reason to be jealous of anyone. Especially since you had just started returning his advances. But you had passed some comment about the blonde being your type and so Jay was threatened. I don’t know what exactly he said, but whatever he did, Jay scared him and his friends out of the club. I think that was the first moment I realized Jay had actual feelings for you.”

“So, why hasn’t he,”

“Because he knew I had a crush on you.”

I swore my heart dropped down to my ass. If I hadn’t been leaning against the door, I’m sure I would’ve dropped from the shock that had just smacked me in the face.

Riley has a crush on me? Riley, the dork that constantly bullies me. Oh shit, I’m a fucking idiot. Sure, I’ve had the teasing sort of friendship that I have with Riley with other guys. It’s just the kind of person I am, that if you didn’t know we were friends, you’d probably think I’m just down right mean. I blame it on the fact that I’ve always made friends with guys more so than girls. But as I think more about it, more how Riley is with me, he wasn’t just teasing me. It was Riley’s way of flirting with me. A sort of bantering way. I had always been so focused on Jay that I just never saw it.

I could feel his eyes on me. I don’t know if he’s waiting for me to say something, or if he was trying to get a read on me. Either way, I knew he wasn’t going to get an answer he liked.

I sighed. “Riley, I,” he cuts me off again.

“I know. Okay, I know, you’re in love with Jay. And I’m sorry that he’s held back with you because of me. He knew I had a crush on you long before you joined the club. I got really excited when the guys gave you the invitation. I thought maybe I’d have a chance. Of course, Jay being Jay, he flirts. He’s a flirtatious guy. And obviously, he’s not blind to how gorgeous you are. Somewhere along the way as we all got to know you, Jay fell for you. At the beginning, when he was just flirting with you and you were brushing him off, he insisted he wouldn’t make a move on you. Said he just couldn’t help himself around a pretty girl. And as time went on, you started flirting back more and more. You two got close and it became clear to everyone that you guys had feelings for each other. Sure, you and I are close, but not like you and Jay. To be honest, I can always tell when you guys have had moments. Because Jay always looks so guilt ridden when he catches my eye. I know Jay is too prideful to ask me if I’m okay with him making a move. And to be honest, I could never bring myself to tell him to go for it. Because I always held on to this delirious hope that somewhere, deep down, you’d feel the same way about me. So last night, when I walked you back to your room, and you invited me in, it was innocent at first. Just our usual antics, fucking with each other. Pushing each other around. I was trying to help you get your makeup off and get clothes out for you to change. But you just had so much energy still. Kept pushing me away, telling me you wanted to go back out and just do random shit until sunrise. I jokingly wrestled you to the bed and we rolled around for awhile until I was on top of you. We kinda stopped laughing, and I had a moment that I just got to look into your eyes and the alcohol gave me the courage to kiss you.”

I couldn’t stand anymore. Riley was giving me too much information too fast. I couldn’t begin to process everything. I dragged myself back to the bed to sit next to him. I sighed, staring a hole in the wall. I didn’t know what to say. But Riley continued.

“You kissed back after a second. I wasn’t expecting it. And things just kind of escalated. I knew I should’ve stopped it. I knew you didn’t feel the same. You were just drunk, and honestly probably just horny since I knew you weren’t getting anything from Jay because of me. But I don’t know, I guess I was drunk enough to just let it happen and figured I’d deal with it today. I’m sorry.”

I remained quiet. I didn’t know how much time had passed. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what time we’d finally woken up. I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I knew what I was thinking. I was pissed at him. Pissed at the fact he let last night happen, let alone him making the first move. Pissed at him being the reason that Jay had held back for so long. Pissed at him for being the reason I’ve been so self conscious because of the way Jay could be so hot and cold with me. Pissed at him for being selfish enough to know Jay was almost waiting for Riley to give permission to make things official with me but still not doing it.

But I couldn’t bring myself to say any of that to him. Because at the end of the day, I loved Riley. Just not in the way he wanted me to. He already knows that, and I didn’t feel like I need to hurt him anymore than I already have. “So, how do we move forward from here?” I asked.

Riley sighed. “Well, for starters, I’ll tell Jay. Everything that’s happened is my fault. I hope you can forgive me, and we can still be friends.”

I tried to catch Riley’s eye, but he was staring a hole into the floor. I hesitantly reached over and intertwined my fingers with his. He looked down at them, before giving my hand a squeeze.

“Riley, I’m sorry. I never knew how you felt about me. I feel like I’ve sort of thrown it in your face how I felt about Jay. I never meant to hurt you. And I’m sorry if last night I gave you the impression that there might’ve been a chance.”

He finally looked at me. A sad smile on his face that I’d never seen from him. I felt awful. “Trust me, it’s not your fault.” He shrugged. “You can’t help who you fall for.” Riley looked forward for a minute before looking back at me. “Like I said, I’ll talk to Jay. I think it should come from me. Him and I are long overdue for this talk anyway.”

A part of me was glad he wanted to be the one to tell Jay. And the smart part of me worried. I knew how hot headed Jay could be. I feared that this wouldn’t end well, for Riley at least. And I’d be devastated if I fucked up their friendship.

“Are you sure? I know you two need to have your guys’ chat but, maybe I should tell him. Jay is different with me. And honestly, Riley, I’m afraid he’s going to kill you.”

Riley laughed. “Oh, he probably will.” I gave him a look, but that just made him laugh more. “We both know how Jay is. He’s going to be pissed. I don’t expect this to start off well. But, I’m hoping he’ll give me a chance to tell him I’m okay with you guys before he fully kills me.”

“Maybe I should be there at least? Might lighten the mood a little bit.”

“Oh yeah. You being there as I tell Jay we fucked last night will definitely blow over well with him.”

“Well, at least I can pull him back.”

“Honestly, I don’t think that’d be the best thing. I know for a fact Jay will be beyond furious with me. But I don’t know how he’s going to feel towards you. Might not make him feel any better seeing us show up together just before I tell him what happened.”

“Riley,” he cuts me off again, giving my hand a squeeze.

“It’ll be fine. I have to do this, for you, for Jay, and for me.”

[sequentialprophet]

Jay White, you better sleep with one eye open 😡 (link)

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Christmas Miracle

El Phantasmo X Fem Reader

Summary: Riley pops the big question

An: Fun fact: the first fic I ever wrote was about ELP. I met him two years ago, and the experience of meeting him, along with the fact there were very few fics about him, inspired me to start writing fan fiction!

Main Masterlist ELP Masterlist

@madhatterbri

It was no secret that the past few months had been tough. No one really knew what would happen. I was sent back home for treatment and rest while Y/n was back in Japan. Despite us always calling and texting, being on the other side of the world from each other, with a 14-hour time difference, especially during this, was hard on both of us. As I sat in bed feeling sorry for myself unable to sleep I heard the front door open. At first, I began to panic. “Is someone breaking in?” I thought to myself. Exhausted, I rolled out of bed, grabbed the nearest weapon I could find and investigated the sound. When I entered the living room I saw no one, the front door was locked and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Maybe it’s the meds that are making me crazy,” I said out loud to myself. “You are not crazy,” A voice said from behind me, a voice I could recognize from anywhere. I must be hallucinating because there was no way my girlfriend was standing right in front of me.

I was scared to say anything, that I would wake up and none of this would be real. “What’s wrong?” Y/n asked quietly as she carefully walked towards me. She gently took the bat from my hands and placed it on the floor. She then cupped my cheek with her hand, carefully rubbing the pad of her thumb across my jaw. “You’re not real,” I whispered. I knew this had to be a dream. I knew Y/n was in Japan. The Y/n that stood in front of me was something from my imagination. The sun had not risen, the moon strangely lit the room. The way it reflected in her eyes made her seem like an illusion. “Of course I’m real. Why wouldn't I be real Riley?” “You’re not supposed to be here” “I came home to surprise you, I know how much you need me right now. I’m not going to let you face this alone” The way Y/n looked at me with such love and adoration I knew she had to be real. I didn’t know I began to cry until Y/n gently wiped a tear from my face with the pad of her thumb. “I know, I know, baby. It’s okay, I’m here now” 

I woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat. I knew this was a sick dream. As I rolled over on my back I felt warmth next to me. “Y/n?” “Good morning sleepy head” “You are really here? This isn’t a dream?” “Nope, I am really here” 

Y/n was right, I did need her. Having her by my side made everything better. My recovery was going better and faster than expected. I owe it all to Y/n, I would have never been able to do this without her. Before I knew it I was cleared to return to the ring. Y/n and I returned to New Japan Pro Wrestling hand in hand. The crowd was electric, I was scared they would forget who I was. I stood in the ring letting the cheers from the fans embrace me fully. I soaked in the moment. A part of me was scared that I wouldn’t be able to experience this again. Y/n stood in my corner supporting me throughout the match. In the end I was victorious and was set to compete at Wrestle Kingdom 19 for the NJPW world TV championship. 

I knew I wanted to marry Y/n for a long time. She was perfect in every way. Our souls were connected, she was the other half I had been searching for. We had been together for a few years but the past few months meant more than anything to me. Through sickness and health, Y/n has been there for me and I knew she always would. So, with Christmas approaching I knew this would be the perfect time to pop the question. I already knew the ring she wanted, we had looked at rings ages ago. I picked out the most beautiful Marquise-shaped diamond with an aquamarine stone on either side of the diamond. It was gorgeous, it was expensive but it was worth every overpriced penny I spent on it. 

When I got home I felt like I had a neon sign plastered over my head that said ‘I’m hiding a big secret from you’. I was anxious, it was only a few days until Christmas but it felt like forever. When Christmas morning finally arrived my anxiety disappeared. I felt at ease. Y/n and I spent the morning opening gifts under the tree and soon all the gifts were opened and our living room was covered in wrapping paper. Y/n began to tidy up the mess but I stopped her in her tracks saying there was still one more gift to open. “Riley! You spoil me, I don’t need any more gifts” she told me “I know, but this last one is a very special one. Close your eyes!”. My anxiety returned when I realized what I was about to do. I pulled out the black velvet box from my pocket and got down on one knee. “You can open your eyes now!” I told Y/n nervously. She was in shock. “Y/n, I have been in love with you from the moment I met you all those years ago in Japan. You have been there for me in sickness and in health. You have seen me at my best and helped me at my worst. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to start a family with you! Y/N Y/MN Y/LN, will you marry me?” “Yes ....I want to spend the rest of my life with you too Riley” I slipped the ring on her finger and in that moment I knew regardless of what the future held we would be okay. 

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[tozawas]

'Kyle and Will!!' this 'Takeshita and ELP!!' that- I'm still thinking about them

[elitehanitje]

Mercedes Moné with Stephanie Vaquer, Mina Shirakawa, Daniel Garcia, El Phantasmo, and Zack Sabre Jr. vibing to Backstreet Boys at the Forbidden Door post-show party in NYC (including AEW security Cheesecake and Prince NaNa).

[westofessos]

ELP in the ladder match! That rules.