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24 Hours
AEW/NJPW MASTERLIST. EL PHANTASMO MASTERLIST
ELP X Fem Reader
Summary: You haven’t seen your boyfriend Riley in 4 months due to your crazy schedules of working in two different promotions. What happens when your next visit gets cut short and you have only 24 hours to spend with him?
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You knew this relationship was going to be difficult yet somehow some way you and Riley managed to make it work. The last time you two had seen each other was at Wrestle Kingdom 17, over four months ago. You took advantage of the fact Tony Khan gave you two weeks off to spend in Japan so when Riley called you telling you that you would get 24 hours to spend with him you were sent into a panic.
“What do you mean I get 24 Hrs, you said we had 2 days?” You angrily told Riley who you had on the phone.
“I know Bunny, but I got booked last minute for another show” he responded nervously, afraid of what your response would be.
“It’s fine, we will make it work. We always do.”
“Y/N…..” Riley said in a quiet tone
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” He really was sorry. He didn’t want to take that third booking especially on such short notice but if the boss tells you to, you do it.
Earlier that day: Saturday 7:47 am
“Hello?” Riley answered the phone half asleep
“Listen, I know you were planning on spending a few days in Toronto after your show on Sunday but we need you in Tokyo first thing on Tuesday. I booked you a flight for Monday morning at 6am. Don’t be late.”
Are you kidding me, Riley thought to himself. He had just landed in Iowa a few hours ago and needed to catch up on some much needed sleep before the show tonight. Not only does he have a match tonight and an early flight the next morning to see you but he only has 24 hrs to spend with his girlfriend. Contemplating whether to call you know or wait until after his show tonight Riley thought it was better to rip the bandaid off now and give you some time to cool off before you would meet once again.
“Good morning Bunny!” Riley said in a calm tone
“Dude you know how much I love you and all but it’s 6 am” You responded in a groggy tone
Silence was all you could hear on the line and it started to scare you
“Riley? What’s wrong” You were quick to realize the reason why he was calling must be important or else he would have waited till you were awake.
“Y/N…….” Riley said softly, trying to think of what to say next.
“Yeah…..” You responded scared of what he would say next.
“I’m sorry, but I just got a call that they need me in Tokyo” Riley confessed, the relief of telling you pouring over him.
“So, what does that mean for us?” you said genuinely confused with what he was saying
“It means that we will only get 24 hrs”
“What do you mean I get 24 Hrs, you said we had 2 days?” You angrily told Riley
“I know Bunny, but I got booked last minute for another show” he responded nervously, afraid of what your response would be.
“It’s fine, we will make it work. We always do.” You responded
“Y/N…..” Riley said in a quiet tone
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”
“It’s fine, I love you” you said, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you
“I love you more, I’ll talk to you later Bunny!”
Once you hung up the phone you couldn't help the tears that poured down your face. You knew your visit would be short but now your time would be split in half. Majority of the time you had was going to consist of you both wrestling. Unable to fall back asleep you started your day trying not to think about what Riley just told you.
The next day: Sunday 8:30 am
You sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in your hands when you felt a warm pair of hands wrap around you, breaking you from your trance.
“Hey Gorgeous, did you make this all for me?” Riley asked?
He was referring to the fact you made a gorgeous breakfast filled with all of his favorite treats. Something you had planned in advance for his visit. You had picked Riley up for the airport earlier that morning and insisted the first thing he did was get some rest once you returned to your home.
“Oh this…..this is nothing, just a little something something” you replied
“Y/N, this is gorgeous and all but i’ve been craving something sweeter” Riley spoke softly as he brought you to your feet. Hands traveling higher up your loose shirt, gripping the soft mounds of flesh he missed dearly.
“Oh yeah?.....and what was that” you replied mischievously, playing into his little game
Riley’s soft lips made their way up your neck, leaving small marks until he reached your sweat spot. A small moan escaped your lips and with that he picked you up by your waist. His blue eyes staring into Y/C eyes. You just stayed like that for a moment, both of you scared to move as if this could be a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.
You were first to break the science saying “you don’t understand how much I have missed this”
Just then you saw his eyes change from their baby blue into a deep dark blue and you knew exactly what that meant. The next thing you knew, you found yourself tangled in the sheets, you and Riley frantically trying to take your clothes off like two dumb horney teenagers. Kissing each other so passionately, starved from each other's touch.
Riley had you trapped underneath him when he said “This is me making it up to you”
In that moment you knew everything would be ok. It didn’t matter that you only had 24 hrs, it was moments like this that lasted forever. You would go on to have sex 7 different times before you dropped him off at the airport the next morning and somehow put on a whole wrestling show in between. You loved that man more than anything and knew you would see him soon through the forbidden door.
#aew smut#elp#el phantasmo#smut#fanfic#njpw#njpw fanfiction#njpw smut#bullet club#bullet club smut#el phantasmo smut#el phantasmo imagine#el phantasmo oneshot#el phantasmo x reader#el phantasmo njpw#el phantasmo aew#bullet clubs bitch
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#jay white#juice robinson#bullet club gold#aew#all elite wrestling#aewedit#wrestlingedit#wrestling#night gifs#this was a lot so enjoy#my beloved#king bitch#(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)
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Jay White with his current Bullet Club said “cant get betrayed when nobody except me has a braincell in this group”
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JAY IS LITERALLY ACTING LIKE THE BC DRAMA OF HIM TECHINCALLY BEING KICKED OUT DIDN’T HAPPEN LMAO
#TRULY BITCH MOVES#'bullet club gold' OKAY#aew#aew lb#aew liveblog#dynamite lb#dynamite liveblog#elle watches dynamite
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is brad pitt like... okay... who are his parents... because one second its fight club DAMN he looks good
and then the next its like.... kurt cobain reincarnated?? and he STILL looks good???? like bitch
literally this man can go for any look and id still be on one knee with a ring
#brad pitt#fight club 1999#fight club#bullet train#once upon a time in hollywood#mr and mrs smith#troy#meet joe black#interview with a vampire#se7en#how many fucking movies is the bitch in holy shit#calm down buddy
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#elp#el phantasmo#what a liar lmao#bullet club#bullet club gold#aew#he has four fucking new gold shirts available#and none of this is on tokon shop#njpw#wrestling#this bitch is coming to jay-e-w
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elp came here just to show aew crowds he’s batshit and i think that’s amazing of him
#el phantasmo#aew#all elite wrestling#njpw#new japan pro wrestling#bullet club#aew x njpw#forbidden door#his brain is in a constant state of buffering#i would like to see him apply some critical thinking once. just one time#even matt jackson doesnt know what hes doing at first#and then he realizes hes doing some dumb shit and hes goes oh fuckkkkk#i gotta one up him now#elp isnt allowed to be the dumbest one there hes just not matt needs to be the brainless one legally#self indulgent content#this is content i made specifically for kaz and cass everyone else isnt allowed to see it#also please note the fact that in the last gif nick is fighting w someone in the front row#bc hes a number one bitch but hes allowed to be!!!#bc hes cute!!!
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YES THAT ANNOYING ASS NOISE THAT YOU ARE HEARING RIGHT NOW IS MY SOBBING
#nostalgia is a bitch and she's my favorite bitch#feed my bullet club brainrot baby#beautiful beautiful girls#they look so fucking good#the vintage bucky boi aesthetic *crying*#nick jackson#matt jackson#young bucks#bullet club#forbidden door#aew x njpw lb
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okay okay okay. i WILL concede that. some of what hangman said. didn’t exactly. make sense. i feel like. He SHOULD have stated in words “I don’t like you because you came and invaded my home and tried to make your bed in it” pero. i will let it go just bc this guy can’t communicate for shit anyway. congratulations babygirl at least you tried
#if I want to reach; I think the kota flashbacks jumped out#instead of the bullet club/the elite being his home that was being invaded and torn limb from limb#he considers aew his home now and punk showed up like a prodigal son and hangy’s like. bitch?#in MY place of residence?#*aj voice* the house that hangman page built?#hangman page#aew
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I just wanted to say how obsessed I am with your “My Love when it counted” series. I’m normally not one for slow burn but it’s worth it. I also love how LONG each part is. Can’t wait for the next part!!
Aaaaaaaaah <3 thank you babe it makes me so hapoy. Listen, I'm writing this thing but I too was never into the slow burn bandwagon. Nor into the angst one. So seeing people like exactly the things I didn't know if I could pull cause I was never involved with them before really makes me happy. And I'm writing the next chapter right now. Hopefully I can have it out soon!!!
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Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa
Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300
Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy”
MAIN MASTERLIST CM PUNK Masterlist
Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)
I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her.
“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks
“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind.
“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces.
“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me
“He cheated on her” Dax replied
“What a jerk!-” I yelled
“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen.
We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room.
“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us
“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said
“No-”
“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”
“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath
“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to”
I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me.
Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him.
“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she?
We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n.
I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years.
“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right
“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy”
#bullet clubs bitch#all elite wrestling#aew smut#aew#aew fanfiction#cm punk x reader#cm punk return#cm punk edit#cm punk fanfic#cm punk roh#cm punk#cm punk survivor series#cm punk wwe#cm punk smut#cm punk one shot#cm punk imagine#cm punk aew#cm punk fic#cm punk fan fiction#pepsi phill#pepsi boy
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jaywhitelovebot was at njpw capitol collision tonight <3 yes i cried 😭
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#njpw#alex zayne#ace austin#the bullet club#unlikelywrestlingfan#njsjtl 2022#ALDLDLCMCMVMGK#'scalawag bullet club slut'#'baja bitch'#IM LOSING IT#gambit#helsing cosplayer
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"Can I dance with your wife?"
Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.
Description: Your in a club, you're dancing on the floor, while your man watches you from afar.
MASTERLIST | Open Requests!
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Ran Haitani
"Can I dance with your wife, Ran?"
The man asks approaching Ran, apparently the man is thirsty for death.
"Yeah, dancing with my wife is a good last thing to do." Ran says calmly and Rindou smiles next to him.
"I didn't understand." The man says, stopping smiling, and Ran stands up, taking his gun, and pressing it to the man's chin, who remains motionless.
"Do that, and it's the last thing you ever fucking do, get it now?" Ran says pressing the gun closer to the man's chin.
"Of course I understand." the man says, and Ran smiles.
"No, I don't think you understand, take he it back there!" Ran says and the man screams as he is pulled away.
Ran keeps smiling and turns to one of the men.
"If my wife looks for me, tell her I'll be right back, let's go brother?" Ran tells one of his men and pulls Rindou.
"Another day, another motherfucker." Rindou says sighing and following Ran.
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Rindou Haitani
"Can I dance with your wife?
"If that bullet doesn't kill you, you might." Rindou says pointing the gun at the man's head.
"It was just a joke, come on Rindou." The man says raising his hands.
"So talking about my wife is a joke to you?"
"No "
"Her name better never be in your mouth again, you piece of shit, or I'll kill you." Rindou says pushing the man who runs away.
"Damn brother that was badass." Ran says laughing.
"Do not bother me" Rindou says looking back at his dancing wife."
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Sanzu Haruchiyo
"I guess I misunderstood what you said." Sanzu says scratching his head with the gun.
Yep, this guy picked the wrong guy to play with.
"I said-" Before the man could repeat himself, Sanzu fired a shot near the man's feet.
"Finish the fucking sentence, I dare you."
"What the hell Sanzu, he was just kidding." One of the man's friends says laughing at Sanzu, who smiles devilishly.
"My turn to play then." Sanzu says pointing the gun at the man's head and pulling the trigger
"I think I won." He says laughing, seeing people running and the man on the floor.
"Fuck Sanzu." Y/n is far away but is sure the reason for the confusion is her husband.
The Haitani brothers observe the scene from afar.
"What is that manic son of a bitch doing?" Ran says sighing.
"Doing things a Sanzu would do." Rindou says.
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#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo rev x you#sanzu x reader#ran x reader#rindou haitani x reader#ran haitani x reader#tokyo rev fluff#bonten x reader
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~The Rally Driver~
Warnings: A bit of swearing. Death. Guns.
Synopsis: You and the 141 get in a car chase. You're the driver.
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Perfect song to listen to while reading.
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You rarely had a mission in the heart of a city. But there you were, in the heart of London hauling ass down a street, the boys hot on your heels. You all tuckered yourself around an alleyway hiding from the array of bullets.
“This is a shit show,” Price grunted as he checked the nick on his arm.
“Yeah no shit,” you chuckled nervously, going to reload only to find you were out of ammo.
“I'm out,” As you chucked the empty magazine to the side, your head snapped up at the sound it made. Your eyes took in what you assumed was a car under a fancy-looking tarp.
“Hold on, I've got an idea,” you announced. The boys barely spared you a glance as you walked up to the car, yanking the cover off. A low, impressed whistle left your lips as you took it in. A 1969 Dodge Charger painted in a sexy navy black sat in front of you. You almost cried as you slammed your elbow into the window, smashing it. Slipping in, you worked a little magic. (Stabbing a small knife into the ignition and turning it). The engin roared to life, gathering the boy's attention.
“Get in bitches!” You called excitedly. Quickly, they piled into the car. Simon in the passenger seat, Price, Gaz and Jonny in the back, left to right in the respective order.
"Seatbelts on," you called.
"Nows not really the time to be worrin about taht love," Jonny chuckled.
"Seat belts save lives. Put them on or I'm turning this car around," you threatened.
"Were not even moving," Jonny grumbled but they all obeyed. As soon as you heard all four clicks you took off. You slammed the gear stick forward and put the pedal to the metal. You gave all the boys whiplash as you tore out of the alleyway.
“She's got a bit more of kick then I though,” you chuckled excitedly, ignoring the boy's desperate need to get there seat belts on. Guessing your position in the car the enemies got off a few shots, the glass from the rear window shattering and running down upon you all. You shoot through the gears, zooming down the street. Gaz let out a strangled scream as his body was pushed into the back of the seat. Now the streets of London weren't necessarily long, they were a maze of old and new architecture. Which meant there were a lot of sharp turns. With expertise you skidded, turned and slipped around every corner with ease, rarely losing the speed you were building up.
“You're crazy!” Jonny yelled.
“Don't worry, crazy people can still drive,” you shoot back. As the group held on for their life, you couldn't help but smile at the thrill driving gave you.
“PEOPLE! PEOPLE! PEOPLE!” Price yelled, pointing to the group of drunken club goers crossing the street.
“Dont fucken back seat drive. I can see them” you yelled, swinging the car to the side, missing the group, and using the sidewalk as your new road. You took a sharp intake of breath when you saw the restaurant that had seating set up on said sidewalk. The road next to you was filled with cars so you couldn't move. You slammed your hand down on the horn, the few occupants quick to scramble out of the way as they saw the car barreling maliciously towards them. The car plowed through the seat tables and food. Simon stared at you as you casually flicked the wipers on, cleaning the window from the wine and food.
“Oh that smells lovely. We should get dinner there next time,” you suggested casually as you returned the car to the actual road.
“TRUCK!” Simon yelled as he spotted a truck pulling out of an alleyway. Jerking your hand break up, you turned quickly, slowing just enough for the corner of the truck to scrape along the driver's side of the car. The screeching sound of metal on metal filled your ears as the side mirror disappeared in the near miss.
“That didn't sound good,” you mumbled, hanging half out of the window to look at the damage.
“GET INSIDE THE FUCKEN CAR!” Gaz yelled.
“Alright, I think everyone just needs to calm down,” you said gently, turning around to face the panicked passengers. As you did so she caught the look of a certain pissed of enemies pursuing you in another car.
“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!” Simon yelled. He looked hilarious, propping his large body the best he could in the corner of the seat.
“Hey don't tell me how to drive. Why don't you be useful and use your little toy on our little friends” you asked slowly turning back to the front to return to driving. The boys turned round, spotting your pursuers. Simon threw half his body out the window as he started to fire, and they fired right back. The rest of the boys quickly joined Simon's efforts.
“Does anyone have a map?” you asked casually through the gun fire. Simon cursed as his gun ran out of bullets.
“No, we don't have a fucken map,” Ghost growled as he slipped back into his seat, throwing the gun down. Coming to a roundabout you smoothly drifted the car round Gaz struggling to understand the physics of a car driving sideways.
“Should you even be driving?” Gaz yelled. He had given up returning fire and handed his gun to Jonny. He was much more focused on the danger in the car.
“I don't think so. You know I think there should be a law that if you fail your driving test ten times, then you shouldn't ever get one,” you chuckled, half jokingly.
“YOU FAILED YOUR DRIVING TEST TEN TIMES!?” Gaz screamed just about to pass out from the fear. “Of course not,” you reached back, patting his knee comfortingly.
“It was more like eighteen,” you stated.
“Oh lord help me,” he whispered. The boys grinned at the interaction.
“I'm out,” Price announced. Jonny got off a few more shots before repeating his words. The poor night inhabitants of the town were plunged into confusion at the cars that drove through there streets like rally drivers. A rally driver would be the only way the boys could describe your driving. It scared them shitless. But they had to admit, you were good, really good. You were quickly forming distance with the other car. Ghost reached across you where you usually held your gun.
“Lieutenant, so forward?” you chuckled.
“Gun,” the simple word was meant to explain what he was doing.
“Safe word?” you asked teasingly, making him look up at you with a small glare. A glare that momentarily faltered due to your close proximity. He hated to admit it, but his body flushed in attraction. You pose having one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear stick and the annoying smirk sent his heart racing. You chuckled at what you assumed was an are you serious look. You grabbed his hand and moved it to your lower back, sliding it down to meet the gun you had tucked into the back of your pants. Clearing his throat, he pulled the gun free, returning to the window, firing another shoot.
“Drive straight!” he yelled struggling to keep his balance.
“You shoot straight,” you shoot back but tried your best to steady the car. Steady enough for him to land a hit dead center in the driver's head. To your shock, the passenger kicked the man's body out the door and continued driving.
“Shit,” he hissed, firing off more shots failing to see the fast approaching wall. You did, however. Reaching out, you grabbed onto the first thing your hand landed on. Which just so happened to be his belt buckle. Yanking him back into the car, he narrowly missed decapitation. His eyes snapped down to the grip you had on his belt, your hand pulling the material taunt.
“Close one, lieutenant,” you spared a grin at him, releasing his belt buckle. Simon was surprised, yet not entirely against it. Dare he say, even slightly aroused?
“This place is like a maze,” you mentioned, taking her time to look at the signs.
“You are way too calm for this,” Simon huffed, going to fire again only to find that he was out of bullets. “Shit,” he whispered. Luckily, after another quick turn it seemed like you had lost them.
“Well, there's no point in panicking. Sure he's firing at us but there a terrible shot. Ain't that right boss?’ you asked, glancing back at Price that for a man with great composure looked like he was about to lose his shit.
“Please focus on the road!” Price begged.
“Alright well.I feel like I'm taking a tour through this town. Where am i doing?” you asked.
“Head west,” he ordered. “Alright cool,” you nodded, pausing for a few moments. “Which way is west?” you asked.
“Left!” he snapped. Jokingly, you held up your hands. Holding your thumb and index finger into L shapes.
“SARGENT!” Price snapped.
“Ok ok, sorry!” you whispered back, making a quick left turn, a quick left turn that had them headed in the west direction, a direction that put them directly in line with an all too familiar car. The enemy. They had cut you off.
“Shit,” you whispered. Slamming into the break. The car came to a screeching stop. Almost sent Ghost through the windscreen. The driver in the opposite car gave you a shit-eating grin as his allies poked themselves out of the windows.
“Get down!” You yelled. Everyone did so, including you as you slammed the car into reverse, taking off just as fast as you had before. Gritting your teeth, you prayed for luck as they opened fire. Snapping up, you placed your hand on the back of Simon's head rest and not to toot your own horn, but drove like a boss ass bitch. Backwards. At full speed, weaving and jerking side to side doing your best to dodge the bullets. The chase was back on, with you doing your best to drive backwards. Waving and dodging cars as perfectly as you had done before. There just wasn't any room to turn the car around. And your near miss count was going up with every passing second.
“Oh my god we're gonna die,” Gaz stated simply as he watched you.
“Not today, bud,” you stated. You saw it, you slammed the hand brake up, throwing the car around barely losing any speed as you returned to forward face driving. Your eyes searched for your exit, anything. Then you saw it, A Little bridge in the distance.
“How long can you guys hold your breath?” you asked.
“What?” Jonny asked.
“Answer the fucking question!” You snapped.
“A long fucking time!” Ghost yelled.
“Alright, everyone, windows down seat belts off,” you ordered.
“Um fuck no,” Gaz stated, simply holding tighter onto his life line.
“Do it now!” You snapped.
“Wanna fill us in on your plan?” Price asked.
“We're going for a swim. Everyone brace yourself,” you ordered, cutting the lights off. You took a sharp turn at the building, cutting off the view of the car behind. And in one quick jerk, you threw the car off the side of the walkway. You cut the engine just as the car hit the water under the bridge. The car was quickly submerged as you all clambered out. Well, almost all. You grunted as something caught on your ankle. You assumed it was the seat belt. Your hand reached for your knife as it pulled you deeper and deeper into the depths. Only your knife wasn't there. It was in the car's ignition. You reached for it, trying desperately to rip it out to no avail. Shit. You were running out of air as you struggled to untangle your foot. Only you had no light, and you couldn't figure out how it had snagged itself on you. You felt your body getting tired, panic started to set in. Your limited vision started to fade and your lungs burnt for air. Shit, you thought. As you started to acknowledge your possible death, your body went limp as you fought for the last remained of your consciousness. You didn't want to die. There was still so much you wanted to do. God and the boys would never let you down if this was how you would die. They would tease you shitless in the afterlife. You were about to let it go when a set of hands grabbed your shoulders. They gave you a yank, quickly discovering you were caught on something. Their hands patted you down till they found the culprit slicing the seat belt. They swam you back to the surface, you gasping like a fish out of water at the much needed oxygen. Sighs of relief sounded as you briefly caught a glimpse of the skull mask on the face eof the man who kept you afloat resting your upper back on his shoulder.
Ghost had saved you.
“Fucken hell,” Ghost whispered. You couldn't really tell due to the lack of oxygen but you could have sworn you felt him pull you closer to him, his chin pressing against your head in an awkward hug. Price swam over to you, taking your face into his hand.
“You alright, Sargent?” he asked. After a few more gasps of air, you nodded, pulling a thumbs up.
With deep breaths you all waded in the water waiting as you heard the other car approach. As it drove over the bridge and off into the distance. You had lost them.
“Well, personally, I think that went well,” you said with a cheerful grin. The boys all chuckled as they somewhat relaxed.
“Do you even have a license?” Gaz asked.
“An Australian one, yes,” you nodded.
“But then again, the police officer doing my test was drunk when I drove him home,” You shrugged casually, earning another set of chuckles. Reaching up you hugged Simon arm tightly.
“Thank for saving my ass big guy,” you whispered.
“Don't scare me like that again, you hear me?" he grumbled holding you impossibly closer.
"No promises," you stated.
"Hey what was that bout seat belts saving lives again?" he asked as he sawm you to shore. You simply chuckled shaking your head.
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