#wheeler yuta x you

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

Surprise

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: none. Just extremely fluffy.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

WC: 648

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

I was excited to see her face as she has no idea that I was coming back today. She knew I was close to coming back to work, but I kept telling her that I had another few months left until I could come back.

I let Jon, Bryan, and Claudio know that I was coming back, but I had them keep quiet about.

I knew Jon and Bryan would do okay with keeping me coming back a secret, but my main concern was Claudio. He tries to keep a secret, but he can not help but blurt it out.

I was on the phone with Bryan, who telling me that the three of them have been able to keep it a secret, but he has a feeling that Claudio is going to break soon.

"Jusy keep him quiet, and I will be there tomorrow. Better yet, keep him away from her." I told him. I knew Bryan would do everything he could to make the suprise goes off without a hitch.

He was the one to introduce me to her, and you could say the rest is history. Her and I have been inseparable ever since.

We became official after our first date, and I already plan on marrying her in the future.

I have an engagement ring already bought and in my hobby drawer in our shared condo. She never goes in there, so I never have to worry.

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I was hiding in the small closet that was in our dressing room. Everything was set. Jon and Claudio were going to do an interview with Renee, Bryan was going to be bringing her in to interrupt the interview, demanding that she be part the first and only female member of the BCC.

"I'm not sure if I want to be a member of the BCC. I have a good thing going on with Willow."

Now it was my turn to come out.

I flung open the closet door, and everyone looked at me, the camera turning to me. Renee was telling the audience what was going on.

Jon, Bryan, and Claudio, where standing there, two of them with smirks on their faces, and one with a huge smile on his face, slapping the arm of Bryan.

She was looking at me, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes searching mine to see silently ask me what was going on.

"I think it would be a wonderful idea if you joined us. You are just the right person who we have been looking for, and with me medically clear to wrestle again, this may be just the right time."

The camera panned to Renee as she announced that Wheeler Yuta was medically cleared to wrestle again.

She jumped into my arms, her hands gripping the sides of my face as she kissed me, and I kissed her back, my own arms wrapping around her waist.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" She asked me as she pulled back, breaking our kiss.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." I told her.

She looked back at the Jon, Bryan and Claudio. Renee has gone as she has to get her other interviews done.

"And they were in on it?" She asked me.

"Yes. They helped get you here."

"And Claudio didn't tell me? I'm stunned." She teased.

"Hey!" Claudio said.

"You know you can't keep a secret Claudio." She said to him. Claudio was going to speak up, when Bryan clasped his shoulder.

"We got to get head to the ring. We go on soon." He said.

"I'll be right here Paul." She said to me.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." I kissed her, leaving her in our locker room.

Walking out to the Jon's entrance music, trying not to smile was hard, but I knew she was backstage, waiting for me.

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[kithes4yuta]

My Boy

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta(Paul Grubber) x You !!

CWS: None, general rasslin violence

"Paul!" You yell, waving your hands in the air as you try and grab the raven haired male's attention. The man sees you and smiles, speed walking through the crowd of people as he tries to rush to hug you. His taller figure speeds past all the other people and finally you're sane again.

"I missed you." Paul utters out of his lips, you blush before you say your reciprocation. The small act between you two strictly platonic, well that's what you both thought.

The event from when he had seen you again in the airport a distant memory, it was Double or Nothing and you need to get your head into the game. You and Yuta were both key in tonight's pay-per-view, you were supposed to make your return from injury and dethrone Jade Cargill and Yuta was one eighth of the main event match.

"Hey, Y/N!" You hear Bryan say as he walks towards you, the rest of the BCC following behind him. You lock eyes with Paul as you smile and blush as does he. "Oh, hey Bry-guy!" You blurt out as you turn your gaze from Paul unto him, Jon smirks as he starts to catch onto your act.

"You busy after your match?" Jon adds before Bryan can even get a sentence out of his mouth, you shake your head and ask; "Why, what's wrong?" Claudio soon pitches into the conversation, "We want you to come out with us!" You smile and nod, "Of course I can, want me to be your version of Julia?" You laugh as you think of it.

"Maybe."

"I'll do it, come get me five minutes before."

It soon came time for you to escort your boys out and Paul stops you. He looks you in your eyes and takes your hand in his, intertwining the two sets of fingers together. The blush on your face eminent and you two stomp out of the crowd with Jon, Claudio, and Bryan. You walk to the beat of the song as you follow behind Paul and the boys, moving out of the way for the Elite and them to hash shit out, slowly taunting Kenny.

Thinking absentmindedly Paul walks up to Kenny and hits him with a slingblade, knocking the wind out of Kenny and runs up to you. You start to open your mouth to say something snarky before Paul grabs your cheeks and kiss you, you melt into the kiss and then pull away. "Go get him, babe." You say, still stunned from the kiss.

The match soon ends with Paul getting the pin on Kenny before he mutters a small "Fuck you." to play into kayfabe. You run up to him and grab his face, kissing him all over his beautiful face and whispering praises. "You did so good." you say before he asks a question, "Will you go out with me?"

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •

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{ summary } — they’ve been teasing and tormenting you for months, now upon the discovery that you were a virgin, they make it their mission to claim you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, cnc, hatefuck, group sex, innocence kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, praise, double penetration, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, throatpie, spanking, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, sexual humiliation, filming, blackmail, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, anal creampie

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley + wheeler yuta + claudio castagnoli

{ genre } — smut

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their fingers clawing, kneading at your flesh. no matter how hard you tried to swat their hands away

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

teasing as they would pry upward small pieces of fabric, exposing little canvases of your bare flesh

ready for them to paint with their desire

jon stood before you, keeping your body firm against the concrete wall of his basement

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

a single mat in the centre of the room, maybe about two or so inches thick

definitely not enough to support the weight of a body slammed into it at full force

there was barely any light, only a small lantern dangling above your head from a short chain

his figure flickering in and out of the darkness with a grimey yellow hue.

yuta stood to your left, head buried into the crook of your neck, nipping the top of your shoulder with some force

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

his lanky fingers locked into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging impatiently, with the absence of a belt

revealing the axis of your hip, growling into your skin upon noticing the exposed flesh.

claudio stood to your right, not as close as yuta, but close enough to keep you on edge

his large palm slid under your shirt, groping your breasts, interchanging between the two with just one hand

your whimper only fueled their desire, fueling their lust to corrupt you

jon leaned in, his tongue barely ghosting your lips as he wet his own

his breath had the faintest scent of menthol, evident by the cigarette he’d been smoking a mere half an hour before

“a little birdy told us that you were still a virgin” jon smirked nipping your notting lip quickly despite your resistance

“is that right, doll?”

you could feel yuta grin into your neck, just at the mere thought of being the one to corrupt you first sent pulses of arousal to his cock

he bit down slightly harder than previously, a sharp sting ran through your shoulder

his spit leaking down your skin as you groaned through your next words

“that’s none of your damn business-“ your attempt at being intimidating was weak, pathetic, laced with fear

claudio’s fingers traced over your perky nipples, pinching the left one

a small squeak of pain left your lips, effectively making the three of them grow in their shorts

“a fiery little thing isn’t she?” jon mentioned to the other two, yuta pulled away from your skin to nod in agreement

claudio reciprocated the same nod

“we’ll have fun with this one” jon stuck his hand down the front of your jeans unannounced upon finishing his sentence

despite your protests, attempts to kick them away but their strength proved too much

jon’s fingers, danced against your clit, gathering the wetness in the pads of his fingertips

the three of them smirked, watching the heat rise to your cheeks in an unnatural shade of red

“so the rumours are true, huh?” claudio chimed in, thick accent ringing in your ears, with a deep, sinful bass

“you’ve never been touched, toyed with until you’re begging for release” he added, his words dancing across your earlobe with faint breaths

“i bet she’s never even fucked herself” yuta remarked, his teeth now leaving an imprint in your skin, a bruise soon to follow in splotches of red and purple, you were surprised that he didn’t draw blood

“oh angel, it’s true? my my you really are innocent” yuta’s tongue trailed up against the side of your neck until he reached your earlobe, nipping lightly at the flesh.

jon’s fingers dipped past your folds, feeling how tight your walls clenched around him

“god she’s fucking soaked…” jon announced to his brethren who where quick to anoint their fingers with the scent of you

feeling a combination of all their fingers spreading your folds, dipping into your warmth and teasing your clit

it was all too much for your mind to take in

“fuck, you’re right” claudio was the first to pry his fingers from between your thighs

bringing his large digits to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness,

the taste foreign on your tongue

it left you with an incredibly vulgar, almost nauseating pit in your stomach

this was wrong on so many levels, but you could not bring your lips to pry away from his fingers until he moved them,

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

savouring your warmth for himself, not hesitating to lick his fingers clean

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

without any chance for you to react, he smeared your sweetness across your lips before kissing you harshly

he pulled away breathlessly, taking a second to admire your flustered form

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

jon instructed, stripping himself as he made his way to the centre of the room, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the edge of the mat

you could not help but stare at his length. how hard he was, how his tip leaked with precum and twitched with arousal.

you felt claudio’s fingers pull at the hem of your shirt, attempting to pry it over your head

“don’t fear, little one. we’ll take good care of you”

his words were accentuated with a smug smirk, your body paralyzed, unable to fight them off no matter how hard your mind attempted

yuta tugged your jeans down with haste, far more impatient than jon or claudio had been

the youngest of the three noticing the wet spot in your panties

how your sweetness pooled onto the fabric as he pried them down your legs

“god, i can’t wait-“ yuta grew feverish, his hands groping your now naked frame.

“hold it.” jon demanded “don’t want to scare her off”

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

claudio and yuta hooked their arms under yours, practically dragging you towards jon.

yuta’s hand fell to your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before jon while claudio stripped himself

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

“open her mouth” jon continued to bark instructions though a relaxed monotone.

claudio cupped your face, having replaced yuta’s hands as the youngest of the trio rid himself of his clothing.

jon lazily began to stroke his cock, bead of precum leaking from his tip

you made eye-contact with it, unintentionally, quickly peering down at the mat

avoiding his gaze all together, in your peripherals, you could have sworn you saw a smirk cross jon’s lips

claudio’s fingers fell to your jaw, prying your mouth open

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

were now rather accepting of the fact that they were going to use you

and rather eager at the fact.

jon’s tip traced soft lines against your bottom lip, pushing against the flat of your tongue, holding himself there for a moment, getting used the the feeling of your warm, wet mouth before allowing himself to fully succumb to the sensation

yuta had joined you on his knees, his fingers returning to their position between your thighs

tracing delicate shapes into your aching clit, his cock prodding at your hip, swollen and leaking with warmth.

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

his own size, much larger than yuta or even jon, pressed firmly against the small of your back

jon remained stoic, silent. it was as arousing as it was frightening

you could not plan for his next move, unsure of what exactly he had in store for you

anxiety rose in your chest, feeling like a stone being pressed against your lungs

“so fucking wet…” yuta mumbled under his breath. “i’ll have you gushing like a fountain in no time, angel”

you whimpered at the sensation, trying to instinctively close your legs but claudio was quick

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

allowing you to feel the full range of yuta’s fingers

jon soon snapped his hips forward, his entire length filling your throat

the sensation made your eyes widen in shock, throat forcefully closed and clenched around his size

making you gag and sputter, gasping for breath around the appendage

but jon would not relent, keeping himself firmly buried in your throat, ordering the others with their next movements

“get underneath her” he ordered yuta. the youngest obliging in quick time

prying his fingers from your warmth, licking them clean as he had done previously,

claudio lifted your hips with ease, allowing yuta to make his way beneath you.

his cock teasing your entrance, tip gliding across you clit, smearing your wetness across your slick folds

if jon’s cock wasn’t stuffed down your throat you might have been able to voice your pleasure

“oh fuck-“ yuta slipped inside of you with ease, holding you down on his cock, already beginning to feel the gentle pulses of your cunt.

“claudio-“ jon spoke up. the swiss man gazed at his brother in arms with an attentive stare

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

it was only then did jon release himself from your throat to readjust himself, even only for a moment, you were grateful that he allowed you to regain your breath

“relax, little one” claudio’s voice flooded your ears with odd reassurance. “you’re so tense”

claudio’s hands smoothed down your shoulders, down the midline and small of your back

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

you couldn’t help but take his words as some form of mockery

“all you gotta do is obey us”

yuta added, having a particularly rough thrust, one that left your mind reeling

“fuck you” you spat, an ironic choice of words given your predictiment

yuta only chuckled, hand reaching up to slap your breast, causing another wince on your part

jon had stepped away for the moment, fishing around in his duffel bag for something unknown

your mouth free to shout all the obscenities and expletives their way.

claudio remained silent behind you, still tenderly smoothing shape into your flesh

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

jon returned phone in hand, the camera already set to record

he poised it on you, making sure your face was fully in frame

“now dollface…” he began, claudio’s cock now prodding against your ass, slick and wet as he had just lubed it up with his own spit

“you better behave and do everything we tell you to” your blood ran cold at the thought as jon forced you to meet the camera’s gaze, tilting your chin up to look at him through the lens

“don’t want this indie film going mainstream now do we?”

you shook your head no, in response, agreeing with him. lord only knows what would become of your life and career if this were to ever get out.

yuta began to move under you, impatient and eager to get himself off, soft grunts left the youngest’s lips as he filled you to the brim with his length.

jon had re-entered your mouth, this time with a much more intense, brute force than before,

feeling the burn and sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

claudio gathered the spit that dropped from the corners of your lips, re-lathering his cock before pushing into your tight, untouched hole

“so tight for me, little one”

he held a tight grip on your hair, pushing your head down onto jon’s cock

you hollowed your cheeks for added effect, peering up from behind his phone to notice jon’s head thrown back in pleasure

his phone fixated on your features, making sure to capture each intimate moment

yuta, from beneath you, groped your breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds of flesh in his palms

the calloused pads of this thumbs tracing over your hard nipples, still swollen slightly from claudio pinching them beforehand

“ain’t no way she was a virgin before this, this cunt feels too good to be left untouched”

yuta monologued through breathless pants, increasing the force of his thrusts

jon gave a small exhale in response, zooming in on the site of yuta’s cock slamming deep into your cunt.

the three of them adored the way you gripped his size, clenching and squeezing around him before releasing unexpectedly

your thighs shuddered, crying and sputtering around jon’s cock

sweetness coating yuta’s stomach as you came down from your high.

“oh little one, you came so quickly, we’ve barely started with you” claudio mocked, tugging your hair roughly, jon’s cock slipping out of your mouth, allowing you air for the moment

slapping the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue

jon slapped your cheek, sending your mind reeling with pleasure, a thrum of arousal made your cunt clench around yuta’s size.

the youngest of the three still on a high from the reaction of your orgasm, holding your hips down so you had little room to move.

“we’re not done with you yet, dollface.” jon handed his phone to claudio, who promptly began filming you from behind

“you ain’t leaving until we’re satisfied”

you gulped thickly, feeling the three of them close in on you.

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

his tongue drawing circles against the carotid artery in your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

jon entered your mouth once more, making sure to fill your throat fully

pressing his cock down your throat until your nose was nestled in the scraggly mound of pubic hair

adoring the choked gulps and gags that tried to escape from your throat

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

so intricately filling the way he slipped in and out of your tight hole with ease.

“so good for us little one” he murmured against your skin

poor yuta was on the brink of release, the sheer grip of your cunt about to send him over the edge

“fuck, i’m so fucking close…” he grunted, the veins in his throat becoming present.

“gonna fill this pretty little pussy up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, angel? you wanna be left dripping with my cum?”

“our cum…” jon corrected, hinting at the definite conclusion to this scenario

you could not help but nod in response, frantic gasps and moans left your throat whenever jon would pull back

“look at her, she’s practially begging for it” claudio chimed in

now handing the phone to yuta, ready to film his cum dripping from within you

“oh shit-“ yuta grunted, warm threads of his seed filling you to the brim as he fucked you with full force

capturing the way his cum seeped from your void around his cock

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, clearly enjoying this foreign feeling

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

“good whore…” jon praised you, pushing your shoulders down so that yuta’s cock was nestled deeply in your cunt

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

the swissman’s length pushing deep into your tight hole, groping and squeezing your breasts as he came, remaining to stay inside you, just like yuta until he fully emptied himself

jon on the other hand, was frantic in his movements, holding fistfuls of your hair as he fucked your throat

“god, i’m gonna make a mess of you, doll” his groans reverberated against the concrete walls of his basement

quickly retrieving his phone from yuta, whose stomach was drenched in your spit and cum

jon continued to film through his orgasm, pumping his seed down your throat as you choked and sputtered around his length

quickly pulling out of you to drench your face in the last few spurts of his cum.

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

a sigh of content and relief on your part, body exhausted and overwhelmed from their work

your knees were weak as claudio helped you to stand, a single hand wrapped around your waist while yuta took your wrists

“enjoy yourself, angel?” yuta mentioned after a moment of silence

your throat still raw and red from jon’s abuse, you could only muster a small nod, to which yuta responded with a chaste kiss to your lips

claudio followed suit, his kiss lingering just a second more.

you turned your attention to jon, placing his phone back into his bag

“y-you’re not gonna do anything with that…are you?” you mentioned to the recording, feeling a song of anxiety in your stomach

“oh god no, doll” he reiterated, eyes widening slightly. “that was just to scare ya a bit, trust me it’s for our eyes only”

jon pet your head, almost mockingly. but there was a genuine playfulness behind it

“why don’t we get you cleaned up, little one?” claudio suggested, his chin resting atop your shoulder, you gave another nod as yuta went to retrive your clothes

“hey jon?” you questioned, his eyes popping up to greet yours

“could you send me that video?”

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[thesupreme316]

Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

[littlemagicalstardust]

"...You hurt Wheeler Yuta, he's like a son to me!..." - Bryan Danielson (Twitter/X Exclusive Video)

[edgessunflower]

BCC girl

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Fem reader

Description: You get injured during a barbwire match leading to you becoming a part of the BCC with your boyfriend Jon

You get up carefully rolling under the barbwire in your match against Skye Blue both of you are exhausted, bleeding, and covered in marks from the barbwire all around the ring and the weapons allowed to be used. The match goes on getting more bloody and a bit terrifying for everyone else in the locker room and the crowd as the kendo sticks and chairs are finally pulled out from under the ring taking any chances to hit each other taking a deep breath before bumping off the ropes and hitting skye with a clothesline managing to pull yourself back over despite the barbwire being stuck in your hands yelling before backing up and hitting her with a spear into the open box of even more barbwire yelling in pain as the bell rings "The winner of this match, Y/N" you yell even more trying to get out of the wire crying in pain as skye gets up pulling some stuck in your shoulder off in the process before sets of hands are on and lifting you up looking to see Jon in front of you before he lifts you over his shoulder with Wheeler and Regal behind him slowly lifting your head up to look at skye flipping her off with a smile and a laugh before wincing in pain. "Holy shit this is even worse than when I was pouring blood in the ring" you laugh a little at yuta's comment as jon cleans the blood off you in the other room since the two of you have been together for a year now helping you shower off the dried blood before disinfecting all your cuts and bandaging the bigger ones especially the one on your face under your eye walking out putting jon's jacket on and feeling exhaustion wash over you as regal sits next to you "Have you thought of joining a faction?" you nod grabbing a sip of water after jon gives you over the counter pain relief "I've talked to jon about joining you guys" regal and the rest of the boys raise a brow not that they were against it but it was a surprise a bit but the surprise comes from regal himself "You're in, I've been watching you matches for awhile and you've proved yourself" a smile forms on everyone's faces before being pulled into a group hug falling asleep on jon as collision finishes up and the next week you have a more gruesome match against Hikaru Shida becoming the woman of BCC.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Pumpkin Picking

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 845

Summary: You take your boyfriend to pick out the perfect pumpkin for carving.

Warnings: None, except one swear word at the end

A/N: This is Day 1 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt

Masterlist

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Autumn has finally rolled around once again and you couldn’t be happier. The cool crisp air, the gorgeous trees in their red, yellow, and orange leaves. The pumpkins and the hot chocolate, soups and sweaters were a must. You had your own little fall traditions and one of them was pumpkin picking. You loved searching the fields for the perfect pumpkin to carve or paint, depending on your mood. This year your sweet boyfriend was partaking in the tradition. To say you were excited was an understatement.

“What about this one?” Wheeler asked as he lifted up a tall medium sized pumpkin. You looked up and grinned as you made your way towards him, abandoning the pumpkins you were examining to get a good look at what he found.

“It’s nice, but it’s too tall. It has to be round and little bigger but not too big.” You explained, putting emphasis on too big. You went back to scanning the ground for what you called the ‘perfect pumpkin’.

Wheeler let out a sigh as you turned away from him. He sat the pumpkin back on the ground. Standing up, a pumpkin caught his eye. It was bigger than the one he just had and it was round, just like you wanted. Wheeler made a beeline for the pumpkin and proudly carried it to you. “This one. This is your perfect pumpkin.” He beamed.

You spun around caught off guard by his sudden proximity to you. You took in his appearance as he presented you the pumpkin. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead with perspiration, his eyes shined bright and his smile was one of the widest you had ever seen from him. His Blackpool Combat Club jacket was half zipped and one of the sleeves had fallen off his shoulder. This was hands down the cutest he had looked since arriving at the pumpkin patch. You finally looked at the pumpkin in his arms. It looked perfect!…. except for the big dent near the bottom. You didn’t have the heart to tell him. “It looks perfect babe!” You did your best to give him a convincing smile.

Unfortunately, at least for this moment, Wheeler saw how your smile didn’t reach your eyes and how your eyes didn’t light up like they do when you’re happy or excited. “There’s something wrong with it, isn’t there?” He let out a breath and hung his head, closing his eyes in the process.

“I’m sorry Wheeler. It is perfect, there’s just a dent at the bottom.” You genuinely felt awful for taking so long. “I’m sorry I’m being so picky, I just want this pumpkin to look good so it will look even better when I carve it. I have this image of what I want and I really want it to match the vision.” You explained, taking the pumpkin away from Wheeler and setting it down. You slipped your hands into his and gave a little squeeze. “Let’s just go home. I’ll figure something else out.” You said as you began to tug him in the direction of the car.

“Wait.” Wheeler stopped in his tracks causing you to stop as well. “We’re going to find you that perfect pumpkin.” He stated matter-of-factly.

You looked him in the eyes and you saw the determination in them. “Really it’s fine. We’ve been here for two hours and I’m not happy with any of the ones we’ve looked at. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time. It’s silly anyways.” You pulled him by the hand once again to get him to start walking.

“No.” Wheeler’s voice was stern and he had a serious look on his face, one that told you he was dead set on finding you this pumpkin. “You’re not wasting my time and this isn’t silly. This is something you love doing and you have a really cool design picked to carve. I can see that it means a lot to you which means it means a lot to me too.” Wheeler tucked your hair behind your ear and rested his palm on your cheek. “I love you and I will always help you with anything you need even picking out a pumpkin.” He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and pulled you into a hug.

You wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his natural scent mixed with his cologne made you feel at home, loved, and safe. It always grounded you ever since you first met.

After some time in your boyfriend’s embrace, you finally pulled away. Your eyes trailed up from his chest to his face, your eyes locking with his. “Can we get hot chocolate after this?” You grinned knowing Wheeler Yuta never turns down hot chocolate.

“Hell yeah!” He exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. “Let’s check that patch over there.” He said, pointing a few feet away.

“Race ya!” You laughed as you took off towards the next pumpkin patch. Wheeler just laughed and shook his head at your little trick, racing after you.

General Taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @plentyoffandoms @1dluver13xx @sunshinevirus @wwenhlimagines @crowleysqueenofhell @jackson-nickthedate13 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @kmc1989

Wheeler Yuta Taglist: @sheinthatfandom @gaysimpingmess @legit9thlunaticwarrior @morgan-bucks @rubyred1980 @writtingrose @jennifuz

[heelwriting]

Advent Calendar

Day/Prompt: Day 2 - “Please open the door before I freeze to death.”

Fandom/Character(s): AEW All Elite Wrestling / Wheeler Yuta x F!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 821

Summary: Yuta and his girlfriend fight over the last chocolate of her advent calendar

@debbiechanclub @12daysofchristmas (sorry again for the late hours, i think every day will be like this, i'll stop apologizing now)

Yuta had taken her to a Christmas party at one of his co-workers house, it was after 11pm and outside there was a fairly thick layer of snow, they both were covered in various layers of clothing but it was still very cold and they couldn’t wait to get home or at least reach their car and turn on the heating.

They were walking to their car with their hands laced through their gloves.

“I can’t wait to go home, get in bed and sleep for the next 24 hours, I’m exhausted from wrestling and eating and taking I just want to take this days to relax with you”

Yuta said.

“Can’t wait to go home either, I want to go to bed too but before that I want to eat my last advent calendar chocolate”

After she talks, Yuta freezes on his spot.

“What happened?”

She asks looking at him with concern.

“Babe, I have something to confess but you have to promise not to get mad at me”

She crosses her arms and Yuta starts getting nervous rubbing the back of his head while he avoided her eyes at all cost.

“I can’t promise that”

He knew she was starting to get mad.

“I ate it”

“What do you mean you ate it? You knew I wanted to eat the last one tonight why would you eat it”

“I was hungry last night”

Her eyes widened, she couldn’t believe her boyfriend would do that with something that mattered so much to her.

She ran away and go inside of the car before Yuta could get near and she locked the doors, he started banging on the window and talking loud so she would hear him.

“Babe, please open the door before I freeze to death”

She started the car, Yuta started panicking.

“You should have thought about that before eating my last chocolate!”

She shouted at him.

“What can I do for you to let me in?”

“Go back to last night and don’t eat it”

“Babe, please stop being childish”

“Childish? You’re not a kid you could have controled you’re hunger with something else, don’t bother coming home tonight”

She started maneuvering to get off the parking lot, when she realized he was in front of her car, she immediately stopped moving.

“Run me over then, I’m not letting you leave”

Yuta put his hands on the hood of the car maybe expecting to get his hands to heat up a bit at least.

“MOVE”

“No!”

“I’m not letting you in”

“I’ll buy you more chocolates, please just let me in”

He was begging at this point, he was desperate and he could feel the temperature dropping outside while she was inside getting warmer by the second.

“Claudio bought them for me when he went to Switzerland! What are you going to do? Fly there?”

“I don’t know just let me in, my hands are cramping”

“No! Get out of my way”

“Wait, I’ll call him! Claudio? Is there any chance you bought more swiss chocolates that you casually might have at home? My girlfriend is trying to run me over because I ate the last one”

“You jumped in front of the car while I was leaving you, you liar!”

Yuta put the phone on speaker and showed you the screen while he walked towers your door, you rolled down the window.

“What’s up Claudio?”

She asked.

“Hey, I apologize in Yuta’s name, we clearly didn’t raise him to be this way…”

“HEY!”

“The point is, I have more chocolates at home so just drive here with the kid and I’ll give you a new box”

“Aww that you, you are truly the best! Yuta doesn’t deserve this kind of friend”

She said finally getting in a better mood.

“Maybe he doesn’t but unfortunately we love him so let him enter the car and come get your new box”

She unlocked the doors and Yuta ran to the other side of the car to get inside.

“I’m in, man thank you so much”

“No problem but don’t eat your girlfriends things you little bastard”

“I promise won’t”

After that he hanged up the phone, and there was silence for the next few minutes.

“I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t think it through, would you forgive me?”

“Thank you for apologizing, I forgive you, but you owe a lot to Claudio”

Yuta gently reached to take her hand and she accepted it, squeezing his hand lightly while she drove to Claudio’s house, he looked at her through his glasses and smiled sweetly at her, even if they fought he was really in love with her, he adored her and would do anything to keep her happy and by his side.

“I love you”

He said out of the blue, they had said it before but it took her by surprise, she felt warm inside.

“I love you too”

[magicalbuttertarts]

Main Masterlist

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Requested ✉️

Adam Copeland/Edge

In My Lap (18+) ✉️ - Adam Copeland x f/Reader

Naive (18+) ✉️ - Edge x f/Reader x Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest

Naive (pt 2) ~ (18+) ✉️ - Edge x f/Reader x Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest

Sugar baby love ✉️ - Adam Copeland x f/Reader

We Are the Law (18+) (AU) - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

We Are the Law pt. 2 (18+)(AU) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

Adam Page

Backstage at All Out (18+) - Adam Page x Reader

Be Quiet For Me (18+) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

My Secret Treasure (AU) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Noisy aren't you? (18+) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Soiled Dove (18+)(AU) - Adam Page x f/Reader

Christian Cage

Being Replaced ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Lookin' like Class (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Relax (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

We Are the Law (18+) (AU) - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

We Are the Law pt. 2 (18+)(AU) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

Colten Gunn

Dancing in the Dark ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

What a celebration (18+) ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

Eddie Kingston

Good Feeling (18+) ✉️ - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

In My Arms - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Hook

1 Night of Peace (18+) ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader x Hook

Celebration (18+) ✉️ - Hook x f/Reader

Check Yes or No ✉️ - Hook x f/Reader

Jay White

Unfamiliar (18+) ✉️ - Jay White x f/Reader

Jon Moxley

Good Vibrations (18+) ✉️ - Jon Moxley x f/Reader

Yesterday's Memories ✉️ - Jon Moxley x f/Reader

Kenny Omega

Yes Professor (AU) (18+) ✉️ - Kenny Omega x f/Reader

Konosuke Takeshita

Cookie Suprise ✉️ - Konosuke Takeshita x f/Reader

Matt Jackson

EVP Matthew Jackson (18+)

Orange Cassidy

Only One Bed (18+) ✉️ - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

The way he looks at her ✉️ - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

Swerve Strickland

Just One Night (18+) ✉️ - Swerve Strickland x f/Reader

Wardlow

I Choose You (AU) ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

The Dish & The Bruno (AU) ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

Wheeler Yuta

1 Night of Peace (18+) ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader x Hook

Surprise ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader

Will Ospreay

For Love & Country (AU) - Will Ospreay x f/Reader

Having it off (18+) ✉️ - Will Osprey x f/Reader

Head Cannons/Multiple People

Diamond in the Rough (TW: Self-harm) - f/Reader with Eddie Kingston, Angelo Parker, & Daniel Garcia

Getting hurt HC ✉️ - Christian Cage, Swerve Strickland, Chuck Taylor & Adam Copeland

Smut Prompt List Requests ✉️

A2: Sex with clothes on (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

A3: First Time (18+) - Nick Wayne x dom!f/Reader

A8: With Toys (18+) - Julia Hart x f/Reader

A10: Trying a new Position (18+) Darius Martin x f/Reader

A12: Phone Sex (18+) - Mariah May x f/Reader

B1: Talk to Me (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

B2: Body worship (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader (also Gabe Kidd)

B3/F2: Suprise visit at job/work/etc & At work (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

B4: Overly romantic gestures (18+) - Matt Jackson x f/Reader

C2: Laughing during sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/reader

C5: Giggly sex (18+) - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

C7: Oral sex under kitchen table (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

C9: Watching porn & making fun of the scene (18+) Nick Jackson x f/Reader

C10: Distracting other person with sex (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D2: Cumplay (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D7: Breath play (18+) - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader (also Gabe Kidd)

D9: Spanking (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D10: Fisting (18+) - Mariah May x f/Reader

E2: Fetish fulfillment (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

E4: Sensory deprivation (18+) - Action Andretti x f/Reader

E13: Aftercare (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

E9: Humiliation (18+) - f/reader x the elite (bucks & kenny)

E15: Requesters Choice (18+) Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F7: In a car (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

F8: Public transport (18+) - Anna Jay x f/Reader

F9: Shower Sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F4: At the Movie Theatre (18+) - Daniel Garcia x Wheeler Yuta

F13 Parent's House (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Help Me to Feel Again - Yuta x Emery

I've been in my Yoots feels lately, and then with what I saw happened at All In yesterday, this happened.

Can't promise that I'm 100% back with Dark Angel- as with work and college, I'm pretty busy all the time, BUT something once in a while might pop up :)

Didn't start out like I imagined either, but I guess my mind thought there needed to be more to the story? I don't question it anymore.

Part of the Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series

Word Count: 2484

TW: dizziness, passing out, suggestive themes (but nothing descriptive)

Tag List: @katries @rainries @summertimefun1982

(border by)

August.

How it was already eight months into the year, Emery couldn’t understand. Another month, she felt as if her world had been turned upside down. Everything she knew, everything she had, it was slipping through her fingers- and she didn’t know where to turn or even to pick up the pieces.

Kenny was still gone, with no return in sight.

Hangman had lost his mind, no longer her lovable cowboy.

Wheeler kept his cold distance from her, being aligned with the BCC.

The Bucks…. She didn’t even want to think about how that had all gone wrong.

OC and Chuckie had moderately distanced themselves from her since the Trent betrayal- though they were slowly coming around. Slowly.

Eddie was out with an injury, with no return in sight.

Wardlow had aligned himself with a new devil, Adam, and had since ignored her completely.

Kris had turned as well, no longer the friend Emery once had.

Jungleboy was long gone, replaced by this new version of himself that he aligned with the Bucks.

Darby… was there for her, but he kept a slight distance- not wanting her to get hurt because of his antics against the Bucks.

Kyle. That seemed to be the one person she had left right now that kept her sane. Her longtime best friend. Her brother. Her rock.

 She wanted to be able to wrestle, to take her mind off of everything, but unfortunately, the doctors wouldn’t clear Emery. A wave of dizziness had caused a misstep in training last week, leading her to awkwardly fall from the top rope. Although she had shaken it off and walked away, the dizziness seemed to stick around. No concussion came up in the scans, and there was no apparent reason for the swimming vision. The doctors and Tony Khan wanted to be sure, though- be sure that she wouldn’t accidentally hurt herself or her opponent, so no matches until the dizziness was gone for two straight weeks.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened, though, and a part of her wondered if it was the beginning of the signs telling her to end her career. Back in the early stages of AEW, Emery had constant dizzy spells that on-and-off lasted for almost two months. That, however, had been the effect of a botched move, where she had awkwardly landed on the back of her neck. Doctors were surprised that she didn’t have a fractured spine and wouldn’t need any surgery.

Now? All these years later, with all the shit she’d done in the ring since then? With everything else going on around her? Maybe it was fate telling her it was time to hang up the boots. She needed someone to talk to…. But who? Emery didn’t want to worry any of her friends…. The ones she had left anyway. The one she wanted to speak to…. It wasn’t much of an option because of the company he kept. Not that it mattered; Yuta had made it obvious last year that he didn’t want anything to do with her.

Sighing, Emery got out of her chair and began walking down the hall but immediately had to stop and lean against the wall as her vision swam. A small bout of nausea crept into her gut, and she had to close her eyes, willing it to all go away.

“Hey—you okay girl?” Willow asked, walking up to her, concern lacing her voice.

“I’m—I’m good, yeah,” Emery swallowed, focusing on breathing evenly until it all passed.

“You sure? I can go get OC or Kyle—”

“No—no, it’s…. I’m fine, really,” Emery argued, her voice soft, “Just…. Stood up too fast.”

Okay, that was a lie—but the last thing Emery wanted to do was worry either of them, especially right before their match.

“Alright, well—if you need anything, just let me know, okay?” Willow told her, a small, warm smile on her face. As the feeling ebbed away, Emery opened her eyes to look at the upbeat and friendly person who had recently become a good friend, bonding over the betrayal of Trent and Kris.

“I will…. Thanks.”

With a slight nod, Willow walked off in the opposite direction. Emery closed her eyes again, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing down the hall. Maybe some fresh air would help?

Before she knew it, August had passed and it was now September. Yet another month with no change to her life. Orange and Chuck slowly became themselves again, being around Emery more often, and Orange allowed himself to smile a bit more often.

Darby had gone radio silent since his loss to Jack at All In last month—just when she needed his calming touch. It was weird—how someone so chaotic like Darby could be the calming presence in another person's life, but that’s how it was for her. That was precisely what she needed, more and more lately, as the dizziness only worsened with each passing week. Emery tried not to think about it, tried not to let those close to her see how much she was struggling, but it was getting more difficult to hide.

The night of All Out – it all changed, as hiding it became impossible. She, Willow, and Mark Briscoe were walking down the hallway of the Chicago arena, waiting for Orange to arrive. Emery was trying to be happy and supportive of her friends, as they all had important matches that night – but the nausea in her stomach was intensifying with each step. The two competitors walked in front of her as Emery followed along, keeping her eyes downcast, focusing on breathing through the discomfort. Their conversation became muddled as a sudden intense wave of dizziness hit her, causing Emery to nearly crash into the wall beside her. Suddenly, Willow’s concerned face was right there, asking her something- but Emery couldn’t hear any of the words. Mark was over Willow’s shoulder, his fatherly instincts kicking in, knowing something was wrong with the younger talent. He asked Willow questions, trying to figure out what was going on, but before Willow could provide any answers, she lurched forward to catch Emery before she hit the floor completely, the strength completely leaving her body.

“Wha�� should I do?!”

“See if you can find Orange—or Chuck—someone!”

“On it—yous keep her safe!”

Mark ran down the hall, rushing past all in his way, yelling in his Briscoe way for people to move.

“He’s a strange one,” Claudio remarked, shaking his head as he readjusted his Trios championship on his shoulder.

“You’re telling me,” Bryan chuckled, “Come on, let’s get to the locker room- get ready for our matches.”

The two older BCC members, followed by Yuta, began walking down the hall, crossing at the intersection where Briscoe had run past them. They heard the frantic voice of Willow Nightengale down the hall to their left, and each briefly glanced towards her before turning their attention back to in front of them. However, as soon as Yuta did, his head snapped back to the left, squinting his eyes to see who was on the ground beside Willow.

“Wheeler?” Claudio questioned, looking back at the younger man. As Bryan turned to look, Yuta’s eyes went wide in concern as he took off in a full sprint down the hall—every animosity and confrontation from the past two years gone from his mind.

“Ree!” Yuta exclaimed, skidding to a stop beside her unconscious form on the ground. Willow looked at him, uncertainty in her eyes, but he paid her no mind as he knelt beside them.

“What happened?” Yuta demanded, his hand reaching out to gently brush Emery’s cheek, pushing some hair behind her ear. A pained groan reverberated through her body, her already closed eyes squeezing themselves further together.

“I-I don’t know! She seemed fine, but—”

“She’s obviously not!” Yuta snapped, but when another pained groan reached his ears, he swallowed the lump in his throat, “I--- I’m sorry. There…. There has to be something---”

“I don’t know if it’s what’s going on… but she’s complained about being dizzy lately?” Willow offered.

“Dizzy?” Yuta repeated as Claudio and Bryan walked up to stand near them. As Willow nodded, Yuta traveled down memory lane to 2020, shortly after he joined AEW. When he had been with the Best Friends. When Emery and he were close…. When he had wanted to ask her out…. She had some dizzy spells back then, too—due to a head injury of sorts.

“Wheeler—we should go,” Claudio tried, attempting to pry the younger man away verbally. He and Bryan knew how Yuta felt about Emery and how he had tried everything to get her off his mind.

“I--- Where’s Cassidy? Chuck?!”

“Mark went off to find them—We were the first three to the arena…” Willow explained.

“Wheeler.”

He looked up to his BCC companions, a grimace on his face when he nodded. Chuck and Orange would be there soon. It’d be okay. She’d be okay. Right?

As Yuta went to stand up, he felt a tug on his jacket and looked down, his eyes widening at the sight below him. Emery had reached out, her subconscious just barely aware of his presence. Her hand was gripping the bottom of his jacket. It took everything in him not to see it as a sign to stay.

He needed to leave. But how could he leave her there when she needed him? When she wanted him to stay?

“Wheeler.”

“I--- One second….” Yuta asked of the older two as he reached up and unzipped his hoodie. It wasn’t a BCC one but a personal hoodie that he had carried for several years. Shrugging it off his body, Yuta gently placed it over Emery’s upper body, covering her head to shield her from the light around her.

“If…. If it’s the dizziness… the light will only make it worse…” Yuta explained, glancing at Willow briefly before standing up. As he did, one of the medic staff hurried over, having passed Mark Briscoe in the hall.

“Let’s give them some space…” Bryan whispered, knowing from personal experience how bad head injuries of any kind could affect a person. Yuta gave a slight nod, looking down at Emery’s form once more before following along behind Claudio and Bryan. Hopefully, the rest of the night went better for Emery and himself. As they turned the corner, Yuta heard Mark’s voice in the distance, but more importantly, when he looked up, he saw Briscoe flanked by Chuck Taylor.

“Good…. She won't be alone…”

*timeskip*

It was nearing midnight when Emery found herself walking down a hotel hallway towards one of the rooms. Not a room she ever thought she’d be going to again- but it was something she needed to do.

Especially after the ending of All Out.

Something in her told Emery that maybe…. Just maybe…. He needed her just as much as she needed him. Stopping outside the right room, she hoped he was alone. It’d make it easier on her if she didn’t have to deal with anyone else in BCC.

Dealing with BCC was never easy for her.

They had taken her Yuta from her.

Changed him into something…. Different.

Taking a deep breath, her grip tightening on the fabric in her arms, Emery reached up and knocked on the wooden door. It seemed like forever until the tell-tale sound of a lock being turned sounded and the door slowly opened, revealing a shirtless Yuta. They stood there momentarily, neither saying a word, before Emery extended her arms towards him. The black hoodie dangled from her grip, swaying in the space between them.

“I… I wanted to return this. I know it means a lot to you.”

“Willow tell you it was mine? She didn’t have to—”

“I knew it was yours,” Emery shook her head, finally looking into his eyes for longer than a few seconds, “It’s uh—got the green stitching on the inside of the pockets…. From where your gramma patched up a hole….”

Yuta paused, his face warming up slightly at the fact that she remembered such a fact. Slowly, he reached out and gently accepted the jacket from her, “Oh… uh… Right. Thanks….”

“Yeah…”

Silence stretched between them once more before Emery spoke up, “I wanted to uh… check on you… after what happened tonight…. With Bryan. I know you looked up to him—and what happened couldn’t have been easy….”

Yuta felt his throat constrict as he recalled the moment. The BCC—Mox and Claudio, mostly—turning on Bryan like they did. Holding him back from aiding Bryan. It made him sick to his stomach. It made him want to punch someone. Yuta’s grip on the jacket tightened momentarily, not going unnoticed by Emery. His stare burned a hole in a spot on the floor behind her.

“Sorry… You probably don’t want to talk about it…. I get it…. I—I understand betrayals…. More than you know…. It seems like that’s all I’ve experienced lately, heh….” Emery gave a weak chuckle, it dying on her tongue, before she cleared her throat, “It’s… late. I’ll let you get back to bed…. Good night… Yuta….”

Slowly, she turned to walk away, but before she even stepped, a hand was clasped around her wrist. It was tight at first but loosened quickly. Emery glanced up at Yuta, who was staring at her now, his brown eyes swimming with several different emotions simultaneously.

Did he dare say what he has wanted to for years? Did he finally make the move that he should’ve years ago?

Emery herself was conflicted. Everything that had happened between her and the BCC—whether that was with the Best Friends or the Elite. Could she overlook everything—could she let herself possibly give in, for this night, allow herself to finally feel something for once- something she hadn’t done in so long?

“Stay….?” Yuta asked of her, finally making up his mind.

“I…. I don’t know…. If I should….”

Yuta tossed the jacket in his free hand, somewhere in the room, off behind him. Then, taking a considerable risk, he reached forward and pulled Emery closer to him. Chest to chest. He stared down into her wide eyes, feeling her breathing hitch in her throat at the sudden force.

“Stay?” He asked of her once more, sounding more certain of himself.

Slowly, Emery shook her head once, breathing out an ‘Okay…’, causing Yuta to give a small smile. Effortlessly, he dropped his arms to her thighs and picked her up, Emery’s arms wrapping around his head as she leaned in towards him more. Turning around, Yuta closed the door with his foot and walked them into the room's darkness.

Yesterday hadn’t gone great, but perhaps they could start the new day better?

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{ summary } — dustin has feelings of self doubt after you were forced to watch him get attacked during that parking lot brawl.

{ warnings } — injury, blood, forced to watch, hurt/comfort, soft sex, praise, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

{ word count } — 4.8k

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{ genre } — hurt/comfort, smut

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your blood ran cold at the sight. the carnage that unfolded behind only a single wall from you. you stared in horror at the monitor, throat running dry upon seeing your brother drenched in his own blood, trent’s eyes glazed over, deep browns seeming so lifeless as his head was slammed into the hood of a car by a vicious jon moxley. you winced, a pseudo-feeling as if your own head had collided with the exterior, watching the blood trickle down your brother's skull.

“oh god, i can’t look…” you muttered to yourself shying away into the shoulder of an equally worried orange cassidy, whose eyes, although covered by his sunglasses, displayed the same expression of shock and horror, his eyebrows knitted together, lips forming into a disgusted scowl. he kept a hand firmly around your shoulder, a comforting, protective hold, squeezing tightly with reassurance.

“jesus…” orange muttered under his breath, the sound mixed with a gasp of some sort. despite the horrors that played out on the monitor, and the desire to keep your eyes averted from the screen, not wanting to face whatever it showed. despite that you looked anyway upon feeling orange’s arm tense up around you.

you peered up, eyes widening and instantly welling over with tears, a gasp barely squeaked from your throat. there dustin laid, his head encapsulated in a pool of his own blood, the crimson mask washed over his peachy-tan skin, eyes half rolled back in his skull, looking half dead himself. an enraged wheeler yuta hovered over him, screwdriver in hand, a gleeful moxley watched on as his protege drove the weapon deeper into dustin’s forehead.

dustin had spared his former student from a beating, he still held love for the boy he once trained. the same could not be said for wheeler, who did not hesitate, fueled by anger and hatred, his former mentor’s blood now dripping through the cracks in his fingers.

“i…i need to go out there-“

“are you insane, what if you get hurt?!” a normally mellow orange cassidy spoke up in a fit of worry, the arm that was once wrapped around your shoulder now tightly clenched around your wrist, holding you back from aiding your brother and your fiancé.

“i could care less about myself right now!”

you ripped your arm from orange’s grasp in a state of panic, desperate in aiding the two men you cared most about in this world. the act left orange perplexed for a moment, watching on as you tried to decipher the halls and corridors that led to the entrance of the parking lot. he admired your courage no matter how stupid the situation seemed, he surely knew that dustin and trent would have his head if anything were to happen to you.

you were on autopilot, vision blurry through a cascading waterfall of tears, mind hazy with possibilities of what horrors could have happened to your brother and beloved. the bellows of the crowd drew closer, a foggy light emitting from the parking lot entrance followed by the thunderous sound of metal clashing against concrete. with a panicked orange cassidy hot on your tail, you turned the corner, greeted by the sight you had witnessed mere moments ago on the monitor. your brother the closest to you, claudio looming over like a dark cloud while trent writhed in his own blood.

you froze, feet felt as if they’d been glued to the floor the only thing that you could do was stare as you brother got beaten to a bloody pulp, how his blood seeped from his skull into the concrete below. sure, you’ve seen your brother beaten and bloody, but never to this extent, not in the way claudio was bludgeoning him.

your eyes burned, breath paralyzed in your chest. a burst of adrenaline hitting you, charging at claudio with all your might, fists balled up throwing careless punches in the direction of the swissman. said punches were merely thuds against his back paying no mind to your desperate, weak attempts at him to stop the assault on trent.

claudio stopped for a mere moment, he stood up, his sizeable frame towering over you like a mighty oak, hands stained red with your brothers blood, the crimson trickle down his knuckles and fingertips to the concrete below. he turned to face you, cocking his head to the side with slight inquisition. you tried to put on a brave face, tried to mask your tears for your brother’s sake. claudio leaned over you slightly with a small chuckle, his breath laboured, lightly fanning your forehead.

“what’s this? come to protect your brother now, have you?

he mockingly pet the top of your head, trent’s blood staining your hair as you gave a frightened whimper.

“aren’t you a brave little thing?”

you did not want to relinquish eye contact, afraid of his next move, although you could not help but notice orange’s pained groans from behind you. you turned your head, catching a mere glimpse of moxley whipping orange with a chain before claudio grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

your body stiffened up, feeling your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at the unwanted contact.

“not so fast, little one.” you mentally cringed at the nickname he anointed you with.

before you could even comprehend his words or even catch a glimpse of your brother laying face down in a pool of his own blood, claudio grabbed you by the wrists, his large hand could easily engulf both at once. he dragged you away from your brother, trent was unconscious, still breathing thank god, but he had not moved since your arrival. and orange…you just hoped mox would stop his assault soon.

claudio’s grip was tight, sure to leave red marks by the time he’d hopefully let go. despite your struggle and silent protest he would not let up. he led you behind a silver car, your mind in a daze, you did not comprehend the situation in front of you until he spoke up again. although his words absent in your ears.

you came to, peering down at your feet, horrified at the sight below. wheeler yuta hovered over your beloved, still continuing to bludgeon him with a screwdriver into that open wound on his forehead. your throat ran dry, feeling an overwhelming sense of nausea washed over you. you thought you’d run out of tears to cry, but seeing dustin in such a state it was heart breaking.

“dustin…” you whimpered. trying to break free from claudio’s grasp, to lunge yourself over your fiance and shield him from their violence. claudio’s grip only tightened, locking your arms behind your back, keeping you secured to his chest.

yuta stopped his assault momentarily, dropping the screwdriver by his side, staring up at you with a sickly grin as dustin reached a hand out in the direction of your voice. yuta’s empathy had been torn to shreds by the BCC; he was no longer that sweet innocent boy dustin helped train; he was a violent, vicious killer, hell bent on causing havoc with every step. once yuta had caught your distress, just as dustin’s fingertips met the tip of your shoe he began to bludgeon him again, using only his fist.

“stop…please…” you begged, voice barely above a whimper, throat hoarse and raw from pleading for mercy. you could feel claudio’s smirk against the nape of your neck, grinning from ear to ear at your lover’s torment.

mox sauntered around the corner with his usual, relaxed demeanour, completely unfazed by the bloodshed he and the rest of the bcc had caused. he threw the fork he’d used to bleed your brother dry. the clink of the metal against the concrete was sickening. he noticed you in claudio’s grasp, begging and pleading over the almost lifeless body of your fiancé. he smirked, a wicked thought conjuring in his mind.

he grabbed your shoulder, forcibly pushing you onto your knees, not quite eye level with dustin but enough that you could see the hope drain from his eyes. the bright green now a steely grey. jon cupped your cheeks directing your head to dustin, making sure that the image of him beaten and battered was permanent in your memory.

“look at him.” jon forced your face closer to dustin as wheeler held him up by the bloody roots of his hair. so close you could actually smell the iron of the crimson.

“he’s pathetic. can’t even protect himself let alone his girl. are you sure this is the guy you wanna marry, miss y/n?”

you remained silent, physically unable to speak as you stared into dustin’s eyes. they were glassy, bloodshot and burning from his own blood leaking into them. they were empty, void of any emotion other than heartbreak and worry. as much as he wanted to hold eye contact with you, a silent reassurance that he was alright, physically he couldn’t, the loss of blood proved too much for him, he was tired, broken, a shell of a man.

“it ain’t too late, dollface. if you wanna change your mind, you just give us a call” jon smirked, rubbing the bloody pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, following the action with a flirtatious wink. you felt sick to your stomach, that and the taste of iron upon your lips did not help.

you bared your teeth, biting down hard on his thumb, as hard as you could muster. not enough to draw blood by any means but strong enough that you hoped it would elicit a reaction from a masochist such as moxley. instead, he only smirked, a sick twisted, almost perverted smile, as if the sick bastard was actually enjoying himself.

“oh would you look at that” jon turned his head, now facing claudio, barely acknowledging the bite. “pretty little thing got some bite to her, she’d be perfect for us”

“i know a way we could put that mouth to better use” yuta chimed in, still holding dustin up by the scalp. dustin made weak attempts to protest the lewd remarks made by his former protege despite the metaphorical nails clawing at the inside of his throat, a disgusting burn that ached every time he swallowed. yuta released his grip, dropping the screwdriver in the process, his body loomed over yours, even more so as he knelt before you, keeping eye contact that you very much would have liked to avoid. he gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“i heard she’s pretty good at using it” that remark from yuta could be a testament to your sharp tongue or something more vulgar. you decided on the latter given his previous comment, which no doubt made you cringe internally with disgust.

jon simply tilted his head, signalling for claudio and yuta to cease their assault. claudio dropped your arms, shoving you to the ground with a rough thud, grazing your elbows against the concrete, you let out a sharp hiss, a sound which made dustin’s ears prick up with panic. yuta let dustin’s head fall to the floor, luckily you were able to place your hand underneath his temple before it made contact with the ground.

yuta said nothing, merely eyeing you as he sauntered off with the other two, offering your brother one last kick before leaving the parking lot. you crawled closer to dustin, managing to make it to your knees and cradle his head securely in your lap. his eyes closed, breathing had slowed. he was a wreck, drained of energy.

“dustin, look at me please…” you whimpered through tears, cupping his bloodstained cheeks in your palms. it took him a few seconds, eventually he let his eyes flutter open. he saw an angel. he saw heaven, he saw you. he opened his mouth to speak before you cut him off.

“shhh, don’t speak. it’s me, i’m right here” your voice shaky, still trying to quell the sobs that raged in your throat. he closed his mouth, instead raising his hand to cup your cheek, caressing the skin. he widened his eyes, horrified at the bloodstain his finger prints had left behind. he gulped thickly trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill, instead grabbing your palm, the one against his cheek, pressing his lips to your engagement ring, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away, a sob rose in his throat, the once crystal white diamond now stained with droplets of ruby red.

it was as if you were an untouched canvas and him a tormented artist, every brushstroke of his skin against yours taints you. how could he let someone as beautiful as you be ruined by his blood?

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he remained silent as the doctor stitched up his wound. practically dead to the world, in his own paranoia filled trance only brought back to reality for a short moment by the subtle squeeze of your hand in his. although his vision blurred, head spinning with a possible concussion, in his peripherals, he noticed the spots of red littered throughout the lavender sundress you were wearing. a large stain at the end of its skirt. once again, his blood had tainted your beauty. his eyes panned up, heartbroken as he noticed you were avoiding his gaze, was he really that horrible to look at right now? his eyes continued to scan your figure, your elbows were cut and beginning to bruise.

he was overwhelmed with anger for being so weak as to allow claudio and mox to get their hands on you. he saw red, yet was too overcome with exhaustion to mutter anything more than a whisper.

“you’re hurt…and the blood-” he barely croaked out, there was an unnatural rasp in his voice.

“i’m fine dustin and the blood is not mine” you smoothed over the back of his hand with your thumb in an effort to console him.

“but it’s mine…”

you gave a soft sigh in response, silently thanking the doctor as he finished stitching up dustin’s forehead. you were overcome with emotion yet could not bring yourself to say anything, just basking in the uncomfortable silence as dustin failed to meet your gaze. you’d never seen your love so broken, so fragile, he barely responded to the soft tug on his arm as you tried to rouse him out of his self induced trance.

the door swung open, orange stumbling inside, clutching his ribs with your brother on his arm. an equally worried statlander aiding your brother also. she made eye contact with you, offering a silent, yet apologetic smile for her absence. you turned to dustin, who now finally locked eyes with you, glancing into your teary bloodshot eyes with a minute of love and fear. he titled his heads towards the door, signaling for you to go check on trent. you gave his hand a rough squeeze, a quiet rebuttal to his action.

“go.” he muttered through a broken voice. you sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead, right on his newly stitched up wound before going to check on your brother.

orange and kris sat trent down on a crate by the door. offering a parting glance to their teammate before going to check on dustin.

“jesus christ are you alright?” you questioned, panic ranging through your voice. “mom is gonna have a heart attack when she finds out”

“mom will be fine, she’s seen me in much worse condition.” trent’s lightheartedness seemed out of place for this current situation. still you had to commend him for being so chipper despite just receiving the beating of his life.

the room fell silent for a moment as you observed your brothers injuries. a cut to his forehead, near the hairline, the other atop his head. his shoulders and back torn to shreds. he gave a small wince as he placed a haphazardly made ice pack to his left shoulder.

“how’s he holding up?” trent motioned his head toward dustin, who sat at the far end of the room, remaining dead silent as kris and orange tried their best to communicate with him.

“physically he’ll be fine…” you began, turning back to face your love, seeing how he had not raised his head from the ground since you left his side.

“emotionally…i don’t know. he’s barely said a word since everything happened…”

your throat grew tight, sobs threatening to spill.

“do you think he’s mad at me for going out there?” you stuttered through your words, turning back to face your brother. trent bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating his next sentence

“although it was a stupid thing for you to do, he’s not mad at you, he loves you too much, kid”

trent pulled you into his shoulder, despite the seering pain. he hugged you tight, determined to comfort his little sister in her time of anguish.

“now go take care of him, i’ll be fine.”

“are you sure?” you questioned, swiping some of the congealed blood from his cheeks.

“yeah don’t worry about me, i got kris and orange to take care of me”

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the drive home from daily’s place was met with uncomfortable silence. you helped dustin into the passenger seat despite his silent protests. opting to drive since the blood loss would prove too dangerous for him to drive. he sat there begrudgingly, staring dead into the road in front of him or on the odd occasion at him twiddling his thumbs in his lap. for hours this went on, you chose not to speak, for the heartbreak in your voice might set off tears for the both of you.

you just wanted to be home with him right now, safe and warm behind the walls that you owned, in your own bed cuddled up with your fiancé. the love of your life, but the drive from jacksonville to kentucky was more than ten hours and you were not going to risk the fatigue. instead opting to book a hotel for the night. dustin could not stop repeating the words moxley had been spouting to you during their conflict, finding himself agreeing with said words

he was pathetic. he did fail to protect you. he wasn’t even sure if he even deserved to be marrying you.

you could sense that he was in his head so you reached over to untangle his fingers to lace them with your own. reminiscent of the taxi ride to the park where he proposed. those three small squeezes of reassurance and comfort.

you pulled up into the hotel parking lot. throwing on your cardigan, wrapping yourself in the thick material so as to not worry any staff with what blood still stained your dress. dustin remained catatonic, only responding with simple yes’s and no’s to any question asked. you managed to secure a room despite the lateness and unexpectedness of your arrival, the both of you still remaining distant to each other inside the elevator as it took you to the third floor.

“are you alright?” you finally broke the silence as the two of you entered the hotel room. dustin set his bag beside the door, chewing his bottom lip anxiously.

“i uh…” he stammered. “i just wanna have a shower”

you nodded in response, taking him by the shoulder lightly, planting a long, delicate kiss to his cheek before letting him go. he offered you a small smile in return before hastily making his way into the bathroom. once you heard the door close you gave a heavy sigh, still trying to hold back tears, swallowing your sobs with a thick gulp. you knew he was hurting right now, you needed to be strong for him.

you removed your cardigan, grabbing your bags to place them into your bedroom for the night, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in the small corridor. you stopped in your tracks, eyeing yourself. your favourite dress, stained with the blood of your beloved, your knees bruised and elbows grazed, mascara smeared around your bottom lashes from crying, you looked like a mess but dustin evidently felt much worse.

you stripped yourself. only remaining in your bra and panties as you tossed the dress into the washing machine residing behind a sliding door next to the bathroom. it won’t do much in removing the stain fully but at least it will get most of the blood out.

through the mix of the shower water and the washing machine, soft sniffles could be heard from the bathroom, your heart sank as you pressed your ear against the door, hearing dustin’s muffled sobs from outside.

“dustin..?” you questioned quietly, he ignored you, the sound of his presence could still be heard. you pursed your lips tightly together. stripping off your bra and panties as you entered the bathroom. dustin faced away from you, the water hitting his back as he had his head pressed against the shower wall. small streaks of red flowed down his perfect body, despite the solemn scenario you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

you quietly entered the shower, pressing your body close to his, arms wrapping around his torso as you let the warm water encapsulate you both. you cupped his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the stubble of his beard as you bared your soul to him through your gaze.

“why are you crying, my love?” he peered down at you, cheeks hot and eyes puffy with tears.

“i’m sorry…” he began “you shouldn’t have had to see me like that”

“like what…? bloody?-“

“no.” he interrupted harshly. a thick gulp rose in his throat.

“weak” he spoke up after a moment of silence.

“dustin you’re not weak-“

“yes i am!” he sobbed. “you heard mox. i’m pathetic! you were the one person in this world i wanted to protect and i couldn’t even do that right!”

he held onto you for dear life, so afraid of letting you go.

“why do you love me, y/n? how can you keep loving me after seeing me lose time and time again?” his breath shaky and hoarse

“you don’t deserve to be married to someone like me. you deserve a winner like claudio, someone who can protect you, like moxley…” he paused for a moment, a look of disdain growing on his handsome features

“hell…even yuta-“

“don’t you even start” you held his gaze when he began to avert his eyes.

“i don’t want claudio mox, and you know yuta would never stand a chance, dustin. i love you, i’ve only ever wanted you. if i were in a room with a hundred men i’d always choose you. i can’t wait to be your wife”

your voice cracked, begging for him to see reason in your words.

“but why?” he stammered. “why do you love me?”

“dustin…” you hummed, pressing your forehead against his.

“your smile brightens up my day, your laugh i could recognise anywhere. the way you scrunch your nose when you’re deep in thought or the way you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating.”

you continued to praise him with words of your adoration.

“you’re so kind, so caring, to everyone you meet. you’re talented, smart, you’re so unabashedly you.”

you cupped his cheeks firmly in your palms, keeping your gaze fixated on his.

“i love the way the way you love me. you look at me like i’m the only woman in the world, you treat me like a queen even though sometimes i feel i’m not deserving of it. even when we’re at our worst, you never stop loving me. and that is why i love you”

dustin pursed his lips into a thin line, a soft exhale through his nostrils

“and i’ll always be there for you. win or lose. if you’re holding a belt up high or writhing in your own blood-“

dustin winced at the mention of blood.

“i’m never leaving your side”

you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for a moment, feeling his bottom lip quiver, trying to muffle a sob. he gave a shaky exhale through parted lips. removing your hands from his cheeks, gingerly placing them around his neck.

“let me at least prove that i am a man deserving of your love”

“dustin, you don’t need to prove anything-“

“please, y/n!” his voice broke through a slight crack “just let me do the one thing i know how to do right”

you cocked your head in slight confusion, feeling dustin reciprocate your previous actions, cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a passionate, fiery kiss. he moaned softly against your lips, smoothing the apples of your cheeks with the calloused pads of his thumbs.

“dustin-“ you managed to squeak in between kisses

“shh sweetheart, let me make you feel good”

he angled his hips against yours, swirling them slightly. you felt his cock hardening against your upper thigh, right in the axis of your hip, grinding himself into you. the water covered the both of you, with your eyes closed, it felt as if the two of you were entombed behind the curtains of a magical waterfall. you melted into the kiss, succumbing to the power of him, letting him embrace you tight against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin radiate against yours

“jump.” he demanded softly, breaking the kiss barely for a couple of seconds before diving in once more. you complied, jumping into his arms, your back pressed against the wall as he adjusted himself. his cock teasing your entrance momentarily, his tip tracing circles against your clit, feeling your wetness began to pool against your folds.

you jutted your hips forward slightly, the head of his cock entombed by your warmth, his mouth hung agape against yours, breathing moans of your praise against your skin. he guided himself in, a pleasured groan escaping his lips.

“fuck…so good for me” he breathed out, your warmth finally full with himself your hips guiding his movements with slow gentle swirls, feeling his cock swell inside you with pleasure.

he kept his movements deliberately slow, wanting your pleasure to be drawn out as long as he could hold it. you whimpered into his shoulder, teeth lightly nipping at the skin.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he repeated like a mantra. “i’m sorry i scared you.”

“dustin…” you whined, trying to compose yourself as he slid in and out of you, hips rocking with your movements. “it’s not your fault…”

dustin hooked one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist with ease, the other hooked atop his arm. the sheer size difference between the two of you was enough to complement his strength in holding you up.

“i love you. i love you so fucking much it hurts…”

dustin’s groans increased with the speed of his thrusts, his hands gripped your flesh tighter, his kisses became more intense than before.

“god…i can’t wait to marry you…” he grunted, pressing open mouth kisses to the column of your neck. “fuck if i could marry you right now, i would sweetheart”

you remained silent for the moment, just letting yourself bask in the sound of his moans, letting them ring and reverberate in your ear. your walls clenched around him, a thick pulse rising between your thighs, arousal churning in your stomach as you cling to him. you felt no need to announce your orgasm, dustin already felt the impending gush of your sweetness, letting himself succumb to. his own arousal, muttering a chorus of “i love you”’s against your skin

he released, giving one final thrust, burying himself deep inside you. his cock pulsing against your walls, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into your void. you melted into him at the sensation, the warmth of his seed was enough to send you over the edge with a pleasured cry, making a mess of his cock as wetness drenched your inner thighs.

he held you there for a moment, making sure that he had completely drained himself inside of you before letting you down easy. your thighs weak, having to stabilise yourself between the wall and his broad chest for a moment. dustin rested his forehead against yours, trying to regain his breathing.

“let’s do it then…” you panted breathlessly

“huh?” he questioned, mind still hazy from his orgasm.

“let’s go get married.” you smiled sweetly up at his. he reciprocated the action, mind still coming too with your words

“wait, seriously? like right now?”

“yes, right now! you said you couldn’t wait”

dustin cupped your cheeks once more, peppering sweet kisses to each high point of your face, tears of joy now evident in his eyes, he stared down at you with such unfiltered adoration. such love in its purest form.

“i love you so much, sweetheart. more than you’ll ever know”

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[thesupreme316]

hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,

I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense 😭

i gotchuuuuu sweetheartttt

AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents

Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**

Eddie Kingston (BCC)

This happened during Eddie’s match against Christian Cage

Eddie didn’t want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)

So as he’s about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you

Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match

He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way

He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too

“Fuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance

Looks at Mox and says “You betta pray that she’s okay or Renee won’t be able to recognize her husband”

Darius Martin (Kingdom)

Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Darius’ match to distract him

He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you

He’s silent….which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; he’s really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering

“I’m so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix this”

He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen

Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass

But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop

He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)

Hook (Jack Perry)

Mans is fucking up everyone in sight

Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber

As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)

Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway

He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground

I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you

He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea

Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)

Nick Wayne (Swerve)

THIS SWEET BABY

He honestly doesn’t know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)

I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)

He would run up to your body “Y/N! Are you okay?” Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends

As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that he’s a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)

It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault

“Yeah sure, but if I can’t protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?”

Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight

Not until he ended this feud with Swerve

Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)

Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously

During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table

He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back

The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries

As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body

Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind

“I swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)”

So much to the point where he’s not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch

Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail

Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)

OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)

So during after Ricky’s match on Collision (who hasn’t seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory

But then he would say; “but that was earlier tonight”

And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring

Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you

Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely

“I’m so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-” “Ricky, you have been saying I’m sorry for the past hour” “Because I am!”

Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time

Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk

Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)

OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNY’S EXIT FROM JAS

Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chris’ power trips, and you are his escape from it all

Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS

To which you disagree and say it’s his decision; to which he got angry….and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HE’S A JACKASS)

All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammy’s tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back

He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there

Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldn’t show it to him, asking him if he was sure

“Y/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jericho’s trash ass club. And it always will be.”

The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)

HES FREE

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darius martin x female reader (moxley's younger sister)??? darius and moxley's sister are sneaking around and dating but get caught by moxley??

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Darius Martin X Moxley!Fem Reader.

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Y/n Moxley.

I did not have hiding a relationship from my brother on my 2023 bingo card, yet here we are.

I was currently trying to sneak out of the hotel room, my boyfriend and his brother share, without anybody seeing me.

I make Darius check the hallway before i walk out.

I make sure i’m as quiet as i can be, seeing as it’s 1:26 in the morning. I was almost to the elevator before i heard somebody call out my name. I silently prayed to myself that it wasn’t who i thought it was.

i slowly turned around and saw Paul, also known as Wheeler Yuta.

“Paul, hi.”

“Y/n, What are you doing up this late? you okay?”

Paul questioned as i tried to come up with a lie.

“I, um, was just hanging out with Anthony, and i fell asleep for a little bit in there.”

I lied straight through my teeth hoping he would believe it.

I think he did because he just nodded his head before saying something else.

“Oh, well get to your room safe, you better hope Jon fell asleep.”

“Yeah, goodnight Paul.”

i sighed out, thanking every lord there is that he believed me.

I walked to the elevator, pressing the button waiting for it to come down.

When it finally came down, i hopped inside of it pressing my floor number.

When i arrived to my floor, i stepped out of the elevator and began walking towards my room.

I swiped the key card, and heard the lock click open.

I pushed the handle down, opening the door as slowly as possible trying to be quiet.

When I made it into the room, i closed the door back quietly walking towards the beds.

I sighed in relief when i saw Jon fast asleep.

I put my things down on my bed and went over to my suitcase grabbing some pajamas from it. I just grabbed some shorts and a shirt before walking over to the bathroom, and closing the door.

After i got changed, i heard out the bathroom turning off the light and closing the door.

I walked over to my bed, and got in it putting my phone on the charger. I put my phone on the nightstand, turned off the lamp, and rolled over letting sleep take over.

THE NEXT DAY

Y/n Moxley.

Location: Arena.

I was in my dressing room getting ready for my match when i heard a knock on my door.

I got up from the couch after i finished tying my boots up, walking over to the door.

I opened the door revealing Darius. I gasped and pulled him inside the room closing the door.

"What are you doing? You could have been seen."

I said looking at him with wide eyes.

"I know, i just wanted to make sure you got in with my problems last night. You didn't text me and tell me if you did."

He softly spoke looking down at me.

"I'm sorry, i was so caught up in trying to make sure I didn't get caught that i forgot to text you."

I sighed before putting my arms around his neck.

"You're okay, i just wanted to make sure you were good."

I felt his arms snake around my waist pulling me closer to him.

I brought his face down to mine pushing my lips against his.

I felt his arms go from my waist to the back of my thighs. I jumped up letting my legs go around his waist.

I started feeling him move over to the couch. I felt my back go against the couch.

He moved away from my lips down to my neck.

“Ohh fuck.”

When he started going lower i heard a knock on the door.

Me and him shot up looking at each other.

“Go in the bathroom.”

I whisper yelled to him.

With that he quickly walked over to the bathroom and closed himself in it.

I made sure i looked presentable before going over and opening the door revealing Jon.

Oh shit.

“Hey y/n.”

“Heyy Jon, what are you doing here?”

I asked him as he walked in.

“I can’t come see my sister before her match?”

He questioned as he raised his eyebrow.

“No No No, you can. You just stopped by so suddenly.”

I panicked trying to think of something while i keep glancing towards the door.

“You sure? You seem off or something.”

“No, i’m good, just nervous for my match tonight.”

Just then a sound of something falling came from the bathroom.

Jon looked at me before getting up and walking over to the bathroom.

“Wait no!”

I tried to say but before i could stop him, Jon was already face to face with Darius.

“Oh shit.”

I said looking between the two.

“Y/n, you got something you wanna tell me?”

Jon said looking away from Darius for the first time since he’s seen him.

“I’m sorry.”

“So how long were you fucking around with my sister and didn’t tell me?”

He questioned Darius as he walked up on him.

“Jon, don’t do that. Why do you have a problem anyway? Im a grown adult.”

“Y/n, I wouldn’t have a problem if you would’ve just told me. Do you not trust me or something?”

Jon looked at me, and he looked somewhat sad when he asked that.

“No, i just thought you would be mad because you always used to tell me never to involve myself with somebody else in the business.”

“Y/n. I wouldn’t have been mad, maybe a little bit upset but never mad,”

He looked at Darius before continuing.

“and i know Darius is a good kid.”

Darius smiled.

“Just don’t hurt my sister or else i will hurt you.”

“I promise i will never do that.”

Darius said as he walked over to me putting his arm around my shoulder.

Jon looked at us and cracked a smile.

“I guess i approve. Y’all are cute i guess.”

“GROUP HUG!”

I yelled making both the men smile before Jon came towards us wrapping us both in a hug.

I smiled to myself knowing that i have the two most important men in my life right here.

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Max’s mouth was an inch from yours when you heard a breathless, “Y/N, you’re needed out at the ring. They think Bryan’s had a concussion- WHOA…. Was I interrupting something?” Wheeler Yuta stopped in his tracks and missed the death glare that Max shot him.

“No!” You exclaimed quickly and nudged Max back. “I’ll be right down to check on Bryan.” You hopped off the exam table and grabbed your medical bag. “Max, I've got to go. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Max nodded, disappointment crossing his face. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You hurried from the office and headed for the ring to see what had happened to Bryan.

You didn’t see as Max punched the wall in his frustration.

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‘The Very First Night: Part I' Angelo Parker (Jeff) x fem!reader

^whatever they had abruptly ended, but was it really over?^

- Wheeler Yuta (James) - jericho being an ass - possible second part?

3rd Person POV

The current Ring of Honor Pure and World Champions stood in the ring across from three members of the Jericho Appreciation Society, with the rest of each faction at their respective ringside. Chris, Daniel, and Anna vs Claudio, James, and their mystery partner; who would become the first woman in the Blackpool Combat Club.

"Alright, enough with the waiting. Where's your girl? Ruby Soho perhaps? Maybe little Skye Bl-" There were many names thrown around on social media for who it was, but no one saw it coming when they heard her voice 'For it is just an Illusion' and the unmistakable beat of Lady Gaga's song. Justin Roberts got his cue "And their tag team partner, she is the Ring of Honor Women's World Champion; Y/R/N" She officially became a face as she walked down the ramp to the ring. A pop like no other. Clad in red, black, and white gear, with her unzipped BCC jacket, 'Illusion' printed on the back courtesy of Claudio. James held the middle rope down for her as she joined them in the ring and snatched the mic from Chris. The cheering quieted a bit, "Well I guess, now you see me."

Jon and Bryan took the trio's jackets and the match started. Jeff hadn't moved since her music started. 'Fuck.' he thought. It had been almost a year since they saw each other. Y/N and him had a little friends with benefits situation. What ended it was that he didn't return the feelings she had admitted on an unsober night. Or so she thought he didn't. He missed the pillowtalk, waking up tangled together, the pictures of her in his shirt that she would send; he missed it all.

Y/N had Anna worn down and in her sight for her finisher; the Hypnosis pumpkick. Right when Anna got to her feet, she was back down with the kick and down for the count. "Here are your winners the Blackpool Combat Club." Y/N turned her head to start to mock her foes, only to meet the eyes of her former fling. James had gotten her attention again when he handed her her title back. It did feel nice to be on the good side of wrestling again as she heard cheers when the 'Y/R/N' is All Elite' graphic went up.

The five of them had gone back to their locker room after the match. "How do you feel Y/N?" Bryan asked her. "Feels good to torture you again after all these years." The two of them had been like siblings as they always ended up in the same company at some point. They kept with the catch up and shop-talk until there was a knock at the door. James got the door and immediately had his guard up, "What the hell are you doing here?" 'I was right.' She thought as she looked to Jeff at the door. "I just want to talk to Y/N. I'm not here to fight." "Like we trust you, or any of your buddies." Y/N got up and nudged James out of the way, "It's fine guys. I'll be back in a bit." She zipped her team jacket halfway and followed Jeff down the hall.

They had found themselves in a hall with crates and trunks for equipment. They sat on the trunks until the silence broke "How does it feel to be 'forged in combat'?" he asked only to try to break the ice. "You got a lot of nerve coming to the lions' den like that. They really hate you guys." He knew it was stupid but he needed to talk to her. "Why, after all this time, do you now want to talk to me?" "Y/N, I know I hurt you. I thought you were going to wake up that morning and when I asked you about what you said, you were going to deny it. So, I left; save us both the embarrassment." She scoffed, "Jeff, I told you I was in love with you. We would go out and I would hope someone would assume we were a couple. There were nights when you walked me home and I would tear up because I knew that once you left, I would be reminded that it wasn't real. Yeah the sex was nice, but I wanted you. I wanted everything with you; but it was clear you didn't." When he sat there with his head hung and no reaction, she got up. "I see things clearly haven't changed, Jeffrey." The moment his full name left her lips with that tone, he knew he fucked up even more. He grabbed her wrist gently but enough to keep her from leaving him any more.

She looked up at him and he could see the hurt he had caused in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I really am. You didn't deserve that and I'm an asshole for doing it. Tell me; do you remember the time we went to the amusement park? The ferris wheel? Right when we started moving, I figured out you didn't like heights. We got to the top and you clung to me for dear life. You tried to pass it off as you were 'just cold' but it was the middle of June. That was the moment I fell in love with you, Y/N." Somewhere in his confession, his hands had come up to her cheeks. "Despite you being scared, you still looked perfect. I never wanted to leave. I know it will take a long time for you to forgive me, if you even give me the chance to make it up to you, but I promise you I will make it up to you." She knew she couldn't let him back in that easy, but the sincerity in those big brown eyes melted her. She pulled him down to her height by his suspenders and kissed him in what felt like forever. He moved her arms to go around his neck as he picked her up and sat her back on one of the trunks. They had pulled away from eachother and she couldn't help the bubbly feeling forming in her tummy again. Smiling, "Guess those stupid suspenders are good for something." "Oh, come on. You can deal with the suspenders if I have to deal with this." He was referring to her jacket as his hands dipped inside of it to rest them on her hips, feeling that she's still in her ring gear.

The two of them had finally parted and went back to their groups.

"What did he want with you?" Claudio asked as she walked through the door. "It doesn't matter." "Then why is your lipstick smudged?" Jon interrogated. Shit.

"Where the hell have you been?! You just left us after that match!" Chris scolded Jeff. "Wait, hang on" Anna stepped in and examined Jeff's face, "Is that lipstick?" Shit.

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Begin Again

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x reader

Category: Slight Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,532

Summary: After being burned in a previous relationship, you find it hard to trust, open up, and love again. Moving to a new city with a new job, you’re ready to begin again, leaving the past where it belongs and cautiously opening up to new adventures and opportunities. What happens when you meet your neighbor across the street? Can you learn to trust and love again or will you keep your guard up and push him away?

Warnings: Swearing, female reader but no description of reader

Requested by: @rubyred1980 I hope you love it as much as I do! ❤️

You can find the original request post here!

A/N: I thought about this for a little bit and ultimately decided that precious baby Yoots was perfect for this! Also, I feel SO HORRIBLE I completely forgot about this request! So to make up for it, I tried to make this as long as I could. Also, as I was writing this Taylor Swift’s song Begin Again popped in my head, and I thought it was a perfect fit so there you go! Oh! And bonus points if you can find the title reference to a previous Wheeler Yuta fic I wrote!

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A new job. A new city. New friends. It was time to begin again.

The job you accepted was located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The neighborhood you took up residency in was calm and friendly, majority of you neighbors had stopped by to give you a warm welcome.

It wasn’t until a week later when your neighbor across the street pulled into their driveway, this was the last neighbor you had yet to meet. You stepped out onto your small front porch, casually watching while sipping on your tea, nestled in the comfiest chair you could find at the local furniture store. You almost choked on your cup of tea when you finally saw just who your final neighbor was — professional wrestler, Wheeler Yuta.

Wheeler had made a few trips to and from his car before he noticed you. He waved to you, smiling his adorable smile that made you stifle a giggle. You were a wrestling fan, having watched numerous companies and promotions over the years and still to this day. Needless to say, you were familiar with Wheeler Yuta. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that one day you’d be living across the street from him.

Yuta ventured over to your house, smile still on his face. You were so nervous but attempted to play it cool, even though you knew you would probably end up making a fool of yourself.

Wheeler introduced himself to you, and you did the same. He was sweet just like you thought. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you already knew who he was. You were surprised that the conversation flowed so smoothly. Turns out Wheeler’s easy to talk to and you shared a few things in common, like your love for professional wrestling and that’s when you finally admitted that you were a fan of his. Boy, did you blush hard when Wheeler’s face lit up, that smile and those eyes were more than enough to make you swoon.

As the months went on, Wheeler would make it a point to stop by your house and let you know he was back home from the road, leaving you a little souvenir from whatever city he wrestled in as a thank you for watching his house while he was gone. You always told him not to get you anything, but your words fell on deaf ears every single time. The little trinkets or keychains would always bring a smile to your face and brighten any bad day.

You began missing Wheeler more and more each time he left, knowing you were doing the one thing you’ve been refusing to do for months — fall in love. Your last relationship was far from a fairytale. You found out after four months that he didn’t truly care about you but more about his reputation and appearance, and unfortunately, you were included in that reputation and appearance.

Your ex-boyfriend didn’t like a lot of the clothes you would wear, making side remarks until you finally caved and changed. He was never on time to anything, always forgetting dates, anniversaries, even your own birthday. He wasn’t very gentlemanly or chivalrous like he had been in the first two months. He was always so serious, never wanting to do anything fun unless his friends were around, and then the fun was at your expense more often than not. You found out on Instagram that he had been seeing another woman at the same time. He broke your heart, your trust, and you hate to admit, but he broke you. You’re still at a loss on why you let that relationship last so long, maybe because you had gotten used to it, or maybe because you were scared — scared to leave, thinking that you deserved that type of relationship.

As time went on, you and Wheeler grew closer, hanging out when he had a little bit of free time. Each time you would hang out with him, you always try to keep the conversation from drifting to the topic of love and relationships, you didn’t want Wheeler thinking negatively of you because of your ex or past choices. Little did you know Wheeler had some bad relationship stories of his own. He wanted to talk about them, you two had discussed everything except for that topic, but he noticed you always changed the subject or steered the conversation to something else. He didn’t want to push you to open up, thinking you needed time and knowing he would be more than ready to listen when that time came.

One night, while the pair of you were hanging out, you were the one to bring up your love life — well, with the help of some random movie playing in the background. You felt ready. You felt like you could trust him enough, that he wouldn’t judge you. You remember pouring your heart out to him, Wheeler gently pulling you into a hug, telling you that you didn’t deserve that, and that you deserve so much better. You couldn’t help but break down even more at how sweet and gentle he was being with you. It made you want to fall in love with him so much more, but you still kept your walls up.

Once you were calmed down, Wheeler told you some his bad relationship stories, hearing his stories helped, knowing he had been burned too, that it wasn’t just you. Despite your dating history being similar, there were some differences — your heartbreak and mistreatment was recent, still fresh in your mind whereas his had been a few years ago.

After that night, Wheeler would go out of his way to make sure you felt appreciated and cared for. He hated that you had been through all that; he wanted you to know you were important to him. He knew you weren’t ready for a relationship yet, but his feelings for you grew from friendship to wanting more. He knew after you shared your past with him that he loved you. The way you talked about what happened, how you let him see you all vulnerable, how you clung to him when he hugged you — that’s what made him realize he was in deep. All Wheeler wanted was to show you what true, healthy love was. He wanted to put your broken heart back together if you’d let him, and you really wanted him to. The thought of loving someone again, of letting someone in on that level, of putting your trust in someone else’s hands was terrifying let alone actually doing it.

Wheeler took his time with you, going at your pace, making sure not to rush or pressure you. He would do little things like checking on you during the day regardless if he was traveling or at home, continuing to bring you souvenirs from the road, taking you out on little adventures. He was doing all the things your ex refused or just wouldn’t do. Wheeler Yuta was making you slowly believe in love again.

You missed him like crazy when he was gone, constantly checking your phone for calls or texts from him, thinking about him when certain songs came on the radio or your playlist, counting down the days until his return. That’s when you finally decided to give in to your feelings for him — you loved him, and something was telling you to risk it, despite being scared. You decided you’d tell him of your feelings when he was home again.

You spent the rest of the week going over what you would say, preparing for the worst as you did so. When the time came, you were a nervous wreck, shaking, stuttering, your throat stayed dry no matter how much water you drank.

Wheeler pulled into the driveway of his home, not bothering to retrieve his bags from his car, but rather head to your house. He was excited to be home but more excited to see you.

You met him on the porch, nervous smile on your face, happy he was back but nervous about your confession. Wheeler pulled you into a bone crushing hug to which you returned with the same intensity, at least you tried to. “Can’t…. breathe….” You managed to choke out, tapping Wheeler on the back to better grab his attention.

He immediately let you go, looking embarrassed, “Sorry. I just missed you...” He paused, inhaling to settle his nerves. Wheeler knew he was falling for you, but he didn’t realize how much, until he was on the road the next day after he left.

“I missed you too…” You whispered in reply. You took a deep breath before making your feelings known to him. You can do this! It’s now or never. Don’t chicken out. This could be a wonderful thing. You’ll be okay if he rejects you. Come on, go for it! You gave yourself an internal pep talk, now you were ready. “Wheeler, I have something I need to tell you.” You inhale once more. Wheeler’s eyes locked on yours, confusion and worry were present throughout his features. He nodded and motioned for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts and courage. “For the longest time I believed that love was a myth. Then you came along and proved to me that myths can sometimes be real too. I care about you. I trust you. I feel safe with you. You make me happier than I thought was possible. Life feels empty when I’m not around you, and I’m so scared that you’ll never want to hold my hand again…. and your hand is the only hand I want to hold.” You confessed, blurting all your feelings and emotions out before your turned into a stuttering mess like you had been earlier when you practiced your speech.

You couldn’t bare to look Wheeler in the eyes, too nervous and a little embarrassed to be honest. You were scared of what he reaction was. Did you just ruin everything? Will he run for the hills? Were you too damaged? Would he want to continue taking things slow with you? Would he really and truly want to help you trust and love again? Was his prior actions and words meaningless? Were they just to trick you into thinking he was worth a shot? Were you going to regret this? Would he laugh in your face and say it was just a game? You hoped your nerves and anxiety was getting the better of you, but after your previous relationship you couldn’t be too sure of anything anymore.

Wheeler was speechless. He was surprised you were ready to let him in, to let him take care of you the best he could, to love him, to begin again. He thought you would need more time before this moment, but he must have underestimated how much of an impact he was having on you. He knew he had to say something or do something quick before you ran off. He knew that confession was hard for you, and he didn’t want you to feel bad or panic and regret everything you just said, everything you two worked on and built up to this point.

Wheeler gently reached out and lifted your head up, his index finger under your chin as he did so. His eyes were full of emotion: happiness, hope, excitement, admiration, and love. He kept his eyes locked on yours, looking deeply. He saw worry, fear, anxiety, a hint of hope along with sprinkles of love. You wanted to cry, eyes welling up with tears that had yet to spill over. You hands were shaking, heart racing, mouth and throat excruciatingly dry. Why hasn’t he said anything yet? It must be okay. He’s still here. He didn’t look angry. He’s not laughing at you. This has to be a good sign, right?

You felt Wheeler’s finger leave your chin, his hands calmly and firmly encased yours. “I can’t stop smiling when I look at you. Your hand feels so natural in mine. It’s like the gaps in mine were made for your hand. I’ve never felt better than I do when we’re close. I want you by my side. Wanna know why?” He paused, a blush filled smile growing on his face. “Because I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” At this point in his speech, you didn’t notice that Wheeler’s hands had left yours and were now resting gently on either side of your face, caressing your cheeks and searching your eyes for any type of reaction.

Tears slipped from your eyes, a small smile making its way onto your face. “Wheeler…. kiss me better….” You quietly sniffled, wanting nothing more than to keep him as close to you as possible, to never let him go.

Wheeler didn’t have to be told twice. He initiated the kiss like you implied, slow and steady, head tilting to the side, nose gently brushing your cheek as he closed the distance. You froze momentarily before letting your eyes fall closed. His lips were slightly chapped but not unpleasant, a little rough but smooth enough to create the best sensation. You could hear your heart beating loudly and rapidly, so loudly you were positive Wheeler could hear it too.

Wheeler’s heart was pounding as well. He hoped you couldn’t hear it or feel it for that matter. He wanted to be cool, calm, and steady for you, knowing that’s what you needed — stability and reassurance. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his body. You melted into his embrace, hands gliding up his chest to slip into his hair, holding firmly onto the back of his head, keeping him close as well, afraid he’ll slip away and you’ll wake up from some sick, cruel dream.

You didn’t want the kiss to end and neither did Wheeler, but unfortunately, your need for oxygen became too great. Slowly, the pair of you pulled apart, foreheads resting against one another, both your eyes still closed, savoring the moment you two just shared. As your breathing slowed, you finally opened your eyes to find Wheeler looking at you with admiration filled eyes, a wide grin full of happiness present as well. His smile was contagious. You studied him just for a few moments, really taking it all in. The more your eyes ran over his frame, the more your heart swelled, your mind traveled back to the beginning and all the little things he did for you over the course of these countless months. The little souvenirs, the sweet hang outs, the patience and gentleness he showed you, the phone calls and texts to check on you while he was traveling proved to you just how much he liked you and what you meant to him. All those things were exactly what you needed after the shitty relationship you were last in. You came to the final conclusion that you were in love with Wheeler Yuta, and you wanted nothing more than to take a chance on romance with him and to officially begin again.

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