#wheeler yuta angst

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

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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[wardlowsbabydoll]

Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Being With (Headcanon)

You Don't Own Me (smut)

Road Trip (Headcanon)

Sex With (Headcanon)

United We Stand, Divided We Fall (Headcanon)

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[moxleys-darlin]

Too Shy To Say, But I Hope You Stay

Pairing: Bryan Danielson/Wheeler Yuta, implied BCC Poly

Summary: Yuta's distracted and Bryan wants to know why.

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but the idea; characters (unfortunately) aren't mine.

I found a lot of prompts and am slowly getting back to writing after some bad writing block, SO! prompts I used:

I don't need your acceptance. Then why do you want it so badly?

Bryan can feel Yuta’s eyes on him despite being locked up with Mox in the training ring, cringing slightly when Mox elbows him while he’s distracted. “Focus Wheeler!” William calls out firmly. 

Mox and Yuta break apart and Yuta nods to William. “Yes Lordship, I’m sorry.” He mutters before they lock up again.

Bryan watches, throwing in his own two cents as the fight goes on, cheering when Yuta gets Mox on the mat and pins him. They praise and clap him on the back before William sends him to take a shower and sends Claudio into the ring with Mox. 

Bryan follows Yuta to the bench and smiles, sitting beside his younger lover. “You did well, I’m proud of you.” He claps him on the shoulder but raises an eyebrow when Yuta snorts and shakes his hand off. 

“I don't need your acceptance." He mutters, unlacing his shoes.

"Then why do you want it so badly? I saw you looking to see if I was watching, that’s why you have that bruise forming on your face.” He chuckles but realizes that was a bad idea. 

“Yeah? Maybe I’m making sure you got eyes on me and not looking for the next young boy for the BCC.” He growls out, throwing his shoes toward his bag and standing. 

“Woah hey, talk to me Yoots; what’s wrong? I thought we were past this?” He asks, grabbing Yuta’s shirt before he can storm off and pulling him back down. “Talk to me about this.”

Yuta swears and sits down rubbing his face. “I’m sorry-.” He whispers softly. “Danny- he’s posting all this shit about missing things and looking back on past mistakes and I-.” 

Bryan frowns as he looks away, so he moves to squat in front of Yuta to be able to see his face. “And you-?” He tries to coax out the answer gently and smiles when Yuta looks at him.  “And those feelings came back up of me wondering if I’m not going to be enough down the road.” Yuta mutters with a blush forming across his cheeks. “It’s stupid but I wonder if I’m going to lose you again.” 

Bryan clicks his tongue and grabs Yuta’s chin to tilt his head up. “That will never happen again and I’m sorry that you’re still hurting from my mistakes.” He places a soft peck on Yuta’s lips. “Just please stay?” Yuta whispers. “Promise I’m not going anywhere Yoots.”

This is just a prompt and doesn't connect to my Big Poly stories. I hope y'all enjoy and love it! Much love! 😍🥰😘

#bcc polycule #blackpool combat club #blackpool combat polycule #wheeler yuta #bryan danielson #bryuta #william regal #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #fluff #angst #aew imagine

[mymy4802]

How about some angst for you today?🙃

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[elitehoe]

MOX AND YUTA VS BEST FRIENDS BABES IM GONNA NEED YALL TO SEDATE ME CAUSE IM NOT GONNA BE NORMAL IN THE SLIGHTEST

#OH MY GOD THE ANGST THE AGGRESSION #IM GONNA NEED MY INHALER #IM GOING TO NEED TO BE RESUSCITATED #IM GONNA BE ACTUAL MEDICAL ATTENTION #jon moxley #wheeler yuta #trent beretta #chuck taylor #aew #aew lb

[tatsueigo]

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He wanted that bite to be away, he was suffering too much, he couldn't stand anymore being attached to Bryan by that, when the Alpha wasn't interested in him anymore.

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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 😭

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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

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

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15 on the FWB list is Cole & Jay

I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife]

Word count: 4247 words Ship: Jay Orton/Adam Cole, "Hangman" Adam Page/Adam Cole, Adam Cole/Kenny Omega/"Hangman" Adam Page/Wheeler Yuta/Jay Orton [right at the end] Characters: Adam Cole, Jay Orton, Mentioned: Kenny Omega, "Hangman" Adam Page, Triggers: I don't think there is any, canon typical violence Authors note: I saw the tumblr post where Adam Cole stabs people in the back before he betrays them and thought "what if he did this to Jay?" and then I wrote 4000 words about it but this is actually them getting together. Also titled as: COLE IS A BRAT PRINCESS WHO NEEDS TO FOR HER CRIMES AGAINST MY SANITY. I am back baby!! The polycule is just a mention at the end, this is some good ol' love confessions with angst and feelings Read on AO3

Adam still smells like the table when he stumbles through the curtain. It seems to mix into his pours, the smokiness drawing an outline around the blood that drizzles and runs slowly down his chin, twisting across the racing pulse points in his neck as it mixes with sweat. He can still taste Cole's blood on the corners of his tongue when he swallows, pushing the title further up his shoulder as he stumbles through backstage. There's a throbbing pain in his palm, small cuts from the barbed wire crown he settled on Cole's head; a fake crown for a false God.

The medical room is starkly warm and distractingly different to the sweat chilling against Adam's skin as he sits with his back against the wall, legs hanging in free-fall off the medical bench as Delilah stitches up his chin. There's the familiar tug of stitches being dragged through his chin and the unfamiliar tapping that seems to drive a spike through Adam's temple. There's the awkward scurry of unsteady footsteps and he blinks his eyes open, feeling them adjust to the light. He watches Jay lead Cole in; his arm wrapped around his middle and hands lingering almost purposely against his shoulders. Jay brushes a thumb across the seam of Cole's lips and smiles when his eyes open. "Ya in the medical room now, you're safe…"

Cole follows Jay with his eyes; blue and foggy like the water in an abandoned well as she leans against the wall between the two of them. "It's okay, they're gonna fix ya up and then I'll take you back to the hotel."

"Ya will?" Adam blinks between his boyfriends, head tilted coyly to the side as he keeps the two of them. He spots the warmth on Jay's face, bringing a soft pink blush across his ears and scarred cheeks and notices the softness that floats the murky pools of pain everytime he thinks Jay is not looking in his direction. Adam spots the tension in the room, the thickness of the air and nods slowly when Jay raises an eyebrow. "I just…meant that I did this…it's kinda my mess I've gotta clean up…" Adam watches the wince that coats Cole's face and looks down at the floor, sighing softly.

"Yeah, You're pretty banged up anyway, ya aint gonna be much good to Cole if you'er both laying fucked up in bed." Jay says with a shrug, softly running her fingers through Adam's hair. "Plus Kenny is gonna wanna look after you, y'know how he gets when you're hurt cowboy." Jay follows the blush across Adam's cheeks with his thumbs, smiling when he tilts his head forwards, chin jutted forwards so the doctor can smooth a bandaid across the fresh stitches. "Sorry, is he done?"

Delilah nods politely, painted lips pressed together in a sweet smile as Adam thanks her, fingertips smoothing slowly across the outline of the bandaid, feeling the rough texture against the soft pad of his thumb. He nods softly when Delilah pushes a pamphlet into his hand about the wound care and despite his history with stitches, Adam takes it away. "I'll text you when I'm back at the hotel." Adam tells the two people sitting on the bench opposite the room as he dresses, tugging his vest on over his sore shoulders.

"Yeah." Jay replies, shoulders bunched up around his ears, face a mix of stunned surprise and a familiar glimmer of understanding, Adam follows Jay's arm with a questioning glint in his eyes, it disappears when he spots Cole slumped against Jay's side, hand resting against theirs. "I'll uh, text the group chat when we get back to the hotel." Adam nods, listens to the soft way that Jay's voice smoothes out at the end as their hand twists, resting palm-to-palm with Coles. "I love you."

"I love ya guys too." Adam says, loud enough that the two of them can hear over the fuss of the medical room and the click of the door closing behind their boyfriend. Jay's eyes linger against the red wooden door for a few seconds, flicking almost like he's tracing Adam's outline, Cole moves pushing his forehead against Jay's lowering shoulders, twisting his face away from the penlight Delilah shimmers into his blue eyes.

There's tests and checks, ones that Jay remembers in medical school and they follow along silently with what he remembers, listens closely to Delilah as she calls over Doctor Sampson and the tests start again. Cole grumbles through the answers, swats his hand annoyingly at the pen touch and Jay presses his hand firmly into the spot between his shoulders, small round nails itching at the blood-stained skin. She watches as Delilah presses butterfly stitches to the back of Cole's head, follows a drop of blood as it maps its way around his chest and quickly without thinking Jay wipes it away, rubbing it so hard into the dark fabric of their jeans, that the two of them can almost pretend that it didn't happen.

The match didn't happen. Cole is sitting, being poked and prodded in a random room in a random state. Jay never left his side those years ago. She is seventeen again; in the back of a dingy restaurant, chuckling as her and Cole down bottles of wine and share cigarettes, giggling when his lips get stained with the end of Jay's lipstick. The two of them are curled up together in a bed in a hotel room WWE paid for, Jay rubbing Adam's cum off his chest with a wet rag, tucking him securely back into his ring gear and covering hickeys with foundation and bruise cream, smiling at each other in the reflection of a bathroom mirror.

No time has passed as the two of them sit together; Jay holding Cole up as he desperately searches for warmth in the curve of his neck. He smells like mint and rose water, his hair smells of tea tree oil and when he looks up at them with the round blue eyes, shimmering like the Devil's water, Jay remembers all the times together; gazing into each others eyes and drinking the waters of sinful lust like the two of them we're drowning, gasping in air And then she smiles, watches how Cole blinks slowly at them, pupils small and darting around the room when something rumbles outside, a bit too close to thunder.

"Its okay, there's no rain here, not yet." Jay promises, legs swinging slightly as he talks, watching from the corner of his eyes as Doctor Sampson prepares antiseptic wipes and yet another needle to sterilize the wounds. The room smells like antiseptic and trying his best, wraps his fingers between the gaps in Cole's hand, watches how he squeezes back and nods. "See-" He scrolls through his phone, flicks through the weather app and smiles. "It's just gonna be cold tonight, no rain."

"Okay.." Cole whispers, voice trailing into a whine as the needle pierces through his skin and the muscles around his arm tighten. "Will you stay with me?"

"Yeah…It'll be just like before."

Cole nods and Jay looks back up at the doctor, looking through the pamphlet that he gets handed. "A guide to wound care" and Jay barely helps the small chuckle that bubbles up their throat and out her mouth. "Thanks." Jay whispers, tucking the paper notes into his back pocket and slowly prizes Cole off their side. He whines ungratefully and Jay smiles a little softer. "C'mon let's go back to the hotel, we can get something to eat."

Cole's ears perk up a little at the idea of food and unsteadily he takes Jay's arm, letting the smaller male wrap it around his middle and with a small wave, the two of them exit the medical room.

It's not until the two of them stop at a red light, a few miles away from the hotel does Cole start acting weird; the pain is his head making his mind fuzzy, his mouth tastes weird and unnaturally sweet. There's a stinging in the back of his throat and a ring of pain dancing around his skull. His forehead knocks against the window, his breath fogging up the cold windows as he leans against them, staring at the back of Jay's head as they drive. "S'your turn to pay." He grumbles, staring at her from the rear view mirror and for a few seconds Jay's eyebrows crease.

They always used to share costs; Cole would pay one night, dramatically rolling his eyes as he tugs his credit card out from his back pocket and Jay would return the favor, stopping to pick up ice cream on the way home. The two of them would sit, faces illuminated by a flickering streetlight as they shared open mouthed kisses, sharing the different flavors of ice cream that stayed melted against their lips. They shared everything: food, clothes, spit and love. A long time ago their hearts would sing the same tune; Jay's a soft harmony to Cole's racing palpitations until the call of gold and fame stole Cole away like a siren and Jay could do nothing apart from watch as he wandered deeper into the seas of championships, learning how to push hate into the hole that Cole left behind.

The silence is deafening as the light above them turns green and Jay grips at the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road ahead of them. "Yeah whatever Cole '' The words have a playful edge and Cole's nose wrinkles up, shaking his head slowly against the window.

"I don't like that I have to share you." The words seem to slip out of Cole's mouth like an avalanche; quick and unpreparable. He spits them onto the mat of the rental car but they ring in Jay's ears, louder than any scream she's ever heard. She doesn't say anything- just stares at Cole in the reflection of the mirror and tries to keep a placid look on her face. Jay never minded the small amount of possession that came with allowing Adam Cole to wander around her heart, his handprints stung like antiseptic in a deep wound and Jay pretends that she isn't fascinated by what he means. She knows he loves Kenny and Adam, as much as they do but the words come out so quickly and so lisped. Jay almost thinks that he's jealous that they're two friends lost in a pile of romance.

The car behind them toots their horn, stuttering the heavy tension in the car; leaving it laying on the floor sharp and bright, highlighting Cole's words. He throws up when Jay opens the car door, tears wetting his face as he heaves, face red in embarrassment and Jay simply takes his hair and tucks stands around one another, a tight fake hair tie to keep the vomit out of Cole's hair. He runs his fingers across Cole's scalp and presses a kiss to the back of his head, wiping his mouth when Cole raises his head and stares up at a blinking light just outside the back entrance of the hotel.

"Just like before." He says, voice croaky and rough through the heavy intakes of breath and Jay chuckles dryly, using his sleeve to wipe across Cole's bottom lip. He shifts Cole around the pile of vomit, leaving him leaning against the wall for support as Jay unloads the car, tossing backpacks and duffle bags across his smaller frame and taking Cole's hand back into his and leads him slowly to check in. He spots other wrestlers around the hotel lobby; some sitting in groups at the bar, others sitting curled up in chairs as they wait for friends, Jay nods politely, feet carefully placed as the two of them walk.

The lady at the counter gives Cole a glare and Jay watches his eyebrows raise, bottom lip sticking out like he's swallowed something sour and she nudges him with her ankle. "We should have a room…under Adam Cole." Jay watches the lady type, sharp nails tapping against the keyboard in a way that makes Cole groan, eyes barely open under the bright lights of the room. "Yeah I know sweetie. We'll get ya into bed soon so you can rest."

"I'm sorry, I don't see a room under that name. Are you sure this is the right hotel?" The receptionist looks between the two of them, watches as Jay sends a look towards Cole who simply shrugs, staring off into space and Jay isn't really mad with him. Not really, he went through a hell of a match and now pain and medication and anesthetic work slowly through his bloodstream, making him feel fuzzy and his lips loose and his mind jump from place to place. "I can book you two a room together, we should have one couples suite left."

"Not a couple…" Cole grumbles, leaning more of his weight against the mahogany counter and Jay nods, pretending like he doesn't enjoy the feeling that comes from the two of them being considered a couple. "Were a long time ago…" Cole completes and the receptionist makes a sound, distracted and half focused as she slides two key cards over, nails tapping against them.

"You two enjoy your stay." The receptionist says, voice slightly distraunt. Jay spots her wiping down the counter as the two of them wait for the elevator and it takes everything in his system, not to walk back over there to complain. She more than likely thinks Cole's some kind of drunk, words slurred and eyes unfocused as he sways unsteadily on his feet, shoulder knocking into the side of Jay's temple. Jay wishes people understood their jobs a lot better. Jay wishes she understood Cole a lot better. Something about him had changed after the NXT title, after the return to the Elite. Something that Jay doesn't hate but doesn't like either; a weird cockiness, a desire that borders on addiction. He can't remember the last time Cole got stitches, the last time she remembered him this out of it.

Normally, Cole was always the stable one. The stronger one of the two, the one that Jay leaned against in medical rooms, holding their hand as a doctor pulls out thumbtacks from his back, stitches up wounds from barbed wire. Jay barely remembers where she got half her scars from but Cole does because in the elevator, he prods at the one on her neck with his hand and huffs. "barbed wire."

"Mhmm, ya yelled at me the entire car ride home after that dya remember?" Jay says, looking at their reflection in the mirrored walls. "You kissed it better….we kissed and then got screamed at by Hunter." Jay chuckles a little at the memory, watches as a blush dusts itself over Cole's cheeks high enough that the tips of his ears start to shimmer a soft pink and he nods, screwing his eyes shut.

"Yelled because you were mine." Cole whispers, listening to the toll of the elevator bell. "I was meant to protect you..but I let you go.." He's toying with his bottom lip, running his hands together. Anything to dispel the shaky edge to his words as he forces his eyes open, staring up at the floor counter. Cole feels a little like he;'s talking to his death, each floor is another sentence which is another step towards the end of his rekindled friendship with Jay. He doesn't know why he's spilling these emotions, letting them overflow out his mouth like melting snow, they taste funny in his mouth like stale energy drinks or the fresh coppery taste of blood. Jay's staring at him just as confused. Cole can feel their eyes, softly pinched at the corners in confusion as he speaks.

He tries to breathe, easy and slow but the words keep coming. "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." he admits, words quiet enough that they're hidden by the screaming of the elevator doors and the sound of a suitcase being wheeled down the thick carpet. Part of him is okay with that; the words float away in the still air, yet another confession Cole whispers to the stars.

Jay looks over his shoulder, short red curls highlighting their mult-coloured eyes and Cole swallows, drinking in the warm soft land of green and the warm endless pool of blue. His first step out of the elevator is uncoordinated and sends his tired limbs tumbling into the carpet. He winces, swears under his breath and under the fog of dizziness, gazes up as Jay takes his hand and slowly pulls him back to his feet. "Be careful Cole, I'll clean them when we get to our hotel room."

"Ours?" Cole parrots, tongue suddenly heavy in his mouth. Theirs. The two of them are sharing a room, sharing a bed..the two of them are together. People think they're together. He smiles, ignores the stinging in his knees and lets Jay lead him down the hall towards their hotel room, heart almost giddy against his ribs as the door pops open and the light flicks on, stinging the back of Coles eye's but for the first time in a while, the pain doesn't matter.

The only thing that matters is Jay being next to him again. The bags are dropped unceremoniously onto the floor beside the bed and Jay kicks his boots off, tucking them neatly beside the front door of their hotel room; its roomy and Cole perches dizzily on the edge of the bed, feeling the swings wrap around his sore thighs and he smiles, watching Jay check the bathroom mirror. "Its okay, the bath isn't very big…but ya should be able to fit…do you need help?" Cole touches his own shoulder with his burned palm and winces.

"Y-you tied my hair back…Thank you.." He whispers when he catches his reflection in the bathroom mirror; strands of brown hair fanning out around his pale face. Cole thinks he looks tired, he knows Jay looks stunning as she comes up behind him, hands slow as she takes his shirt off and steers his face away from his reflection. The sound he makes is questioning, head tilting slightly as Jay smiles.

"You never used to like your reflection before you showered, only ever in your phone screen." Jay whispers and something deep inside Cole's heart feels like it's come undone; he remembers old hotel mirrors stained with soap scum so Cole didn't have to stare at the face of a man, he still has some of the filters on his phone, hidden away with his emails, pictures locked in secret folders; ones where a machine places makeup across his lips and widens his eyes so Cole feels seen in the feminine curl of the robotic hair. Jay's hands are cold against his hips and it startles him away from the thoughts and the guilt that now lays heavy at the bottom of his stomach.

"We've done this a few times hm?" He tries to joke as Jay untangles his belt and slides his zipper down, eyes focused on the running water that fills the tub. He wishes she would look at him as she sits him down on the edge of the tub, sliding his jeans off to toss them with his shirt on the floor. He almost desires Jay to look at him as he slides off his own boxers and sinks into the warm water.

Swallowing Jay washes the blood off his palms, runs his fingers slowly across the bend of Cole's knees and soon pain disappears, leaving only tiredness and safety in Cole's trembling frame. The water turns a soft pink and Jay reaches over Cole to pull the plug out. The water leaves him exposed and Jay politely turns his back, listening to Cole's unsteady footsteps as he steps out the bath. They watch him brush his teeth, toothpaste bubbles running over his chin and she smiles, rubbing them away. "Let's get you to bed, you look tired."

In the bedroom, Jay pulls an oversized shirt over Cole's head, runs a brush slowly through his hair, following the twists of his drying hair with his fingers. She replaces the bandaid on Cole's forehead and maybe it's the smell of his skin, freshly-washed and still warm or maybe it's the fact that Cole edges closer, Jay presses a kiss against the fabric, smiles when Cole's eyelashes flutter against his chin and he's slow to pull away, twirling a strand of hair around their finger. "you look wonderful…" Cole whispers, voice thickening with sleep as he watches Jay slide boxers up his thin legs, carefully rubbing an unnaturally warm palm against a bruise, almost like she's trying to fix him, to comfort him. The pillows wrap around Cole's painful head and the heavy blankets lull his body closer to tiredness before the light bulbs above him are fully darkened.

"Hey Jaybird?" Cole whispers, following the outline of Jay's small in the darkness. He stares into the flames of the lighter and when Jay opens a window and blows smoke into the cold air outside, Cole can barely keep his eyes open.

"Yeah Cole?"

"Adam's a real lucky fella." Cole yawns, stares Jay in the face as she's highlighted by the streets below, glowing in the warm blue light of midnight. "I love you." He admits. And it's the last thing Cole admits to the stars.

Jay watches Cole's chest even out, lips parted wide enough the cigarette goes tumbling from his painted lips into the world below them. Part of Jay's mind rejects Cole's confession, pushes it away like a child refusing to eat vegetables whereas the other cradles it carefully between its hands like it's a little bird crying out for its mother. Jay swallows, feels their stomach knot up. They've let him into her heart before, allowing Adam Cole to carve himself into their soul, until her blood whispers her name against his veins. The two of them had loved each other in the back seats of cars and empty toilet stalls. They had loved each other in wrestling matches and in wounds.

They had loved and lost and stole and fought and Cole had stabbed Jay in the back, hard enough that sometimes the feeling floats through his skin again; the feeling of Cole's fist bumping into his shoulder as his hips rolled desperately up towards her mouth and Jay had asked, hands resting safely on his thighs why. Jay never got a reply, just heavy set blinks and Cole mumbling breathy pleas and Jay complied, letting the knife sit in his back as he continued to fight, to age, to grow, to change. They had both changed, they had both lost and earned and changed. They had loved enough to be changed..

Jay rolls his shoulder as he closes the window, quiet enough not to wake Cole up. She can still feel the knife sitting against her shoulder blade, skin grown over the blade and holding it sharply in place, it barely hurts anymore as Jay wanders around the hotel room, folding up Cole's ring gear, sorting out the suitcases. The night wears on, the early morning sun brings a chill and Jay breathes in the cold air, tasting Cole's confession still on his lips. He gets off the couch, throws his phone face down onto the chair before slowly wandering towards the bed.

Cole's still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the confession or the heaviness of the words that he had said hours ago. Jay smiles, traces the outline of his jaw with her fingers and nods, she can love him again.

Maybe she never stopped. The blankets are soft against Jay's stubbled legs when he tucks himself neatly opposite Cole, staring at the dents of his spine and the twist of his hair around his shoulders. Slowly she trails a finger across his spine, feeling his vertebrae pop slowly into place as Cole hunts for warmth, tucking himself under her chin. She looks down at him, one arm pinned under Cole's chest, the other on his cheek.

"Yeah…" She whispers, lips barely brushing against Cole's temple as he worms closer towards his side. Jay follows the way Cole tucks his leg between theirs under the blankets. They fit together so well, the walls pushed down until it's just the two of them, laying together in each other's arms again. Jay leaves his hearing aids on the bedside table, rests his chin on the crown of Cole's head and whispers. "yeah…you are lucky…"

In his sleep, Cole smiles and slowly runs his hand across Jay's shoulder.

The pain disappears and for the first time in a while, Jay feels like he can sleep soundly. In the morning, Jay feels Cole's lips brush against his shoulder and feels the words mouthed against the bone poking against his lips.

"I'm sorry…It won't be like before."

Neither one of them talk about the confession, just let themselves love. Kenny and Adam never ask about it, the two of them just share a knowing smile and wrap their arms around the two of them, letting Wheeler tuck his head into the back of Adam's neck; five people tangled together, hearts singing one continuous melody of true unbreaking love.

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That Should Be Me

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x female!reader, Wheeler Yuta x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 2,655

Summary: When tension reach an all time high with Daniel Garcia and your boyfriend, Wheeler Yuta, you realize you have to settle this once and for all. You have to make a choice. With the title on the line at Death Before Dishonor, two questions are asked — Who would leave as the Ring of Honor Pure Champion and more importantly, who would you leave with?

Warnings: Swearing, female reader but no description of reader, she/her pronouns

A/N: I couldn’t help myself for naming this after a Justin Bieber song (and including it below). I felt like it fit perfectly for this angsty mess that Daniel finds himself in.

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The build up to Death Before Dishonor was getting more and more intense. The Jericho Appreciation Society have been nothing much thorns in the sides of the Blackpool Combat Club along with Santana, Ortiz, and especially Eddie Kingston. Regardless of you not being a member of BCC, you were pulled into the drama, but you didn’t mind and truthfully, you would have inserted yourself into it had Daniel Garcia not mentioned you one night. You knew he did it to get a rise out of Wheeler Yuta, your boyfriend of a year and half.

What you didn’t know was how Daniel truly felt about you. He wouldn’t admit to anyone, not even 2point0 much less the other members of JAS, but he had feelings for you — strong feelings for you. He spent a lot of his nights wishing you were with him and not Yuta. He despised Yuta for stealing you from him.

Daniel was going to make his move, but Wheeler beat him to it a few days before and Danny saw your face light up at whatever Yuta said. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you he liked you after that, but as time went on Daniel saw that whatever was going on between you and Wheeler wasn’t stopping anytime soon. He knew he had to do something to get your attention — to steal you away from Yuta. Daniel couldn’t figure out why you liked Yuta so much. The guy was a loser and a joke in Danny’s eyes, but most importantly, Wheeler Yuta was not Daniel Garcia.

Over the next several months Chris Jericho continued to target Eddie and vice versa. Naturally, JAS had Jericho’s back and BCC was backing up Eddie. Things were getting heated and more personal between the two men, but no one really knew just how personal things were getting between Daniel and Yuta.

Despite you being ringside and being around the two men durning the various showdowns between the two groups, you didn’t realize how personal it was getting between them, how intense and heated it was getting, or the words exchanged between the two. You had no idea the full extent of what your presence was doing to Daniel or how it was making him react.

Much like Garcia, Yuta wasn’t one to back down, and when Daniel would attack Wheeler at every opportunity, sometimes Danny walked away with a shit eating grin on his face while other times Yuta managed to get the upper hand despite being jumped.

This back and forth continued with growing intensity between the two. Daniel always made sure to take note of when you were and were not around. He would also take note of how sickeningly sweet you and Yuta would look whenever he came across the two of you backstage. It had him thinking about how it should him doing all that stuff with you — holding your hand, having your support, cheering for one another during matches, kissing you — that should be him and not Wheeler Yuta. It ate Daniel up seeing you happy with someone who wasn’t good enough for you, with someone who was part of a pathetic excuse of a club in his eyes. Daniel firmly believed he could make you even happier, that he could give you so much more than Yuta — more time, more love, more support, more…. everything.

Having to see you and his sworn enemy all cute and lovey dovey all the time, gave him an idea, a plan on how to finally get your attention, how to finally win your heart, how to finally get you to be with him instead. He was going to make sure he got a shot at Yuta’s Ring of Honor Pure Championship. He was going to win. He knew he would win because he was more brutal, more nasty, more violent in the ring than pathetic excuse of a wrestler, Wheeler Yuta. That’s what he told himself. That’s what JAS told him when the match was finally made for Ring of Honor’s Death Before Dishonor pay per view.

If you thought things were intense and heated before? You had no idea what was coming next.

The few weeks prior to the pay per view Daniel was cutting promos left and right on Yuta, attacking Yuta, and making sure you knew just who you were dating and just who you could and should be with.

Daniel jumped at every chance he got when he saw you alone. He would be bold and flirt with you, ask you to go out with him after the show — just the two of you, ask you why you chose that loser as he put it, and once you defended your boyfriend, Daniel would just laugh and reply with something along the lines of “Come on, sweetheart. You and I both know who can truly handle you.”

You remember that moment clearly. No sooner than the words left Garcia’s mouth, you hauled off and slapped the shit out of him. How dare he say that?! How dare he put down the man that treated you so well, that treated like you were made of gold and Yuta knows how to treat gold, he is the champ after all. You remember storming off, fuming at what you heard come out of Danny’s mouth.

That’s the same day Daniel learned he was using the wrong approach. It was also the day he knew you belonged with him, and the day he learned just how hard you could hit because that slap strung for twenty minutes and his cheek was a bright red for majority of the day. That was the same day he realized just how head over heals he genuinely was for you.

Daniel thought about you a lot the next several days and how to get you to realize his feelings for you because everyone knows Daniel wasn’t a mushy guy that talked about his feelings. He was the strong, silent type. The tough guy that no one could shake. At least he used to think so. He didn’t want to admit that slowly he was becoming soft, but it was only for you. Everyone else could kiss his ass for all he cared.

Wheeler could tell that Garcia liked you, he just didn’t know exactly how much. He could tell by the words Daniel spoke, the way Daniel mentioned you, and by just how hard Daniel would hit him in their brawls ringside and backstage. Yuta knew there was something there, he just needed to find out what exactly it was.

Blood and Guts came and went. Tensions were climbing higher. Fyter Fest night one came and went. Tensions continued to rise. Fyter Fest night two came and went. The two men couldn’t be in the same room.

Daniel had a promo scheduled for the ROH pay per view the Friday before, and he knew this was his chance to get not just Yuta, the AEW fans, but your attention and to let everyone, yourself mostly, to know what he felt about you. Yes, he had mentioned you a few times before for the world to hear but never indirectly said he had feelings for you.

When his time came Garcia cut the promo and ended it with a smirk while confidently saying, “I’m taking your title, and I’m taking your girl too, Yuta”. You stood there with you haw on the floor. You were frozen. What did he just say? There’s no way you heard that right. Looking over at your boyfriend, you knew you heard what Daniel said correctly because Wheeler’s expression was a mixture of amusement and anger. This match was going to get uglier than you had thought.

The two men had a sit down interview of sorts to promote the upcoming pay per view. You had this feeling that a war of words would occur even more so that you played a bigger part in this than anyone realized. Of course you were going to be supporting Yuta, he’s your boyfriend after all, but as much as you didn’t want to, you had to admit that you had been thinking about Garcia, thinking about the things he said to you when your boyfriend wasn’t around, thinking about if Daniel really would be a better fit for you like he would always claim. You hated yourself for thinking about that, for thinking about Daniel Garcia when you were already with Wheeler Yuta.

You sat off to the side and watched the interview. Yuta on one side of the interviewer and Garcia on the other. The interview started off fine, but once Yuta mentioned Daniel’s car accident, it pissed Danny off. Clearly it was still a touchy subject, and you knew that. You had seen Danny snap at people for bringing up such a hard and dark time in his life. You remember hearing someone say something about it once, hearing Daniel coming around the corner you were quick to tell the person to drop it with a stern look. Thankfully, they did before Daniel could tell them where they could go. What you didn’t know was that Daniel had seen and heard the whole thing, falling for you even more because you knew how he felt about the topic.

Once Yuta brought up the accident, the proverbial gloves were off and Daniel wasn’t holding back. Daniel went off about how he was a much wrestler, how he would make a better champion, and how you deserved better, how you deserved to be with him and not Yuta.

The interview ended shortly after that. You couldn’t believe that Daniel felt that passionate about you, the title sure because he was determined to make Wheeler look like a fool in front of everyone. It was his favorite pastime lately. You took in Daniel’s words and couldn’t stop thinking about all he said.

“Babe?” You were brought out of your thoughts when Yuta waved his hand in front of your face. You hadn’t realized he had been talking to you.

“Sorry.” You apologized before continuing, “I didn’t mean to ignore you. Got lost in thought for a moment.” It was the truth, well mostly the truth. The thought of being with Daniel kept sneaking into your thoughts, and you didn’t try to shake it away anymore, leaving you feeling guilty. Was this cheating? You never thought you would do something like that, but if these thoughts counted then you didn’t feel like you should be either man.

The pay per view finally arrived and you were beyond nervous, not for Yuta, not for Daniel, but for the decision you would have to make by the end of the night.

As you watched the pre-show, your nerves and anxiety started creeping up. Once the main card started, you were becoming increasingly more anxious and nervous. Yuta and Garcia were off prepping for their match while you watched Claudio win the Ring of Honor World Championship.

It was finally time for the Pure Championship match. The match that was most likely going to break you. You jumped up from your seat backstage, pacing, body filled with nerves and anxiety to the point you felt like you could throw up. Wheeler stopped by on his way out to the ring to give you a kiss and tell you it was going to all be okay and that it would be over soon.

You wanted to believe him. You desperately wanted to believe him, but your gut told you it wasn’t going to be over until you made your decision. You wanted to scream and cry at the thought of choosing between these two: your loving boyfriend and the man who’s been plaguing your thoughts for weeks on end.

The bell rang and the match began. You caught yourself holding your breath frequently throughout the match. You ended up pacing, wringing your hands, and running your hands through your hair. Everyone around you wasn’t sure what to say or do, seeing you in such a state.

The match was brutal from the beginning, harsh strikes, chops, kicks, wanting to one up the other. Submission hold after submission hold but still neither man showed any quit. These two weren’t just fighting for the title — they were fighting for you so of course they were going to give it their all. Yuta wanted to keep you while Daniel wanted to win you.

You hated that they were treating you like a prize, but saw where they were coming from. You knew they didn’t really think of you as prize to be had; they just both loved you and wanted you for themselves.

You must have been too in your thoughts to notice the match coming to a close until you heard the bell ring once more. Whipping around to the monitor, you see your boyfriend’s hand raised in victory. You let out yet another breath you were holding. It’s almost decision time, and you were a wreck. You didn’t want to hurt either of them, but unfortunately, you were going to have to.

You watch Danny exit the ring and up the ramp towards the back with both middle fingers extended. He was pissed he lost, but more importantly, he was pissed he lost to Yuta. You wanted to meet him when came through the back but refrained from doing so. You watched as he stormed off still giving people the bird, too pissed to look for you. You knew he needed time to cool down so that’s what you’d give him for now.

You gasped as arms wrapped around you from behind, calming when you heard Wheeler’s voice. “I did it. I beat him and now we know who the best is.” He kissed your cheek before heading off to shower and change. You didn’t even congratulate him, too busy thinking about what’s going to happen next.

A few hours later you were met with Danny and Yuta in a deserted hallway. Both men had their eyes on you, silently telling you it was time for your decision. You swallowed thickly, throat dry and hands shaking. Yuta motioned to an empty room to the right, and the three of you piled in.

Once the door was shut, you were met with both of them completely focused on you. You sat down in a chair across from them and let out a deep breath. You knew your decision already, but just knowing you’ll be met with hurt and pain no matter who you choose, truly breaks your heart.

“I—I made my decision. It was difficult, but just know I thought long and hard about it.” You pause, examining their reactions so far. They were both on the edge of their seats, hanging on your every word, Daniel hoping you’d pick him while Wheeler was hoping he wouldn’t lose you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “I’m sorry. I—I can’t pick either of you.” You let tears run down your cheeks as you see both men’s faces fall in realization of what you were getting at. “Wheeler, if I stay with you, I’m scared I won’t be able to get Daniel out of my head, and Danny, if I pick you, I’ll feel guilty about all this pain and hurt it caused Wheeler. I’m sorry. I just can’t.” You choke out the last few sentences as you sniffed in attempt to keep from full on crying, but you couldn’t keep it in. You jumped up and practically ran out the door, regardless of your blurry vision.

As you left you could hear Daniel and Yuta yelling at one another, blaming one another for the outcome.

Daniel couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe after all that he still lost you. He was angry, embarrassed, and upset. Daniel Garcia doesn’t cry, but he did that day.

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[alicejoaquin1990]

Wrestling Mastlist - And I do take requests, so don’t be afraid to ask me to make a story for you. I do fluffs,Smuts,etc

🌶❤️‍🔥🔥🔞=smuts/BDSM 18+

��=Fluffs short stories

😈=Angst very dark, depressing, sadness

😰=H/C (Hurt/Comfort)

🧑🏻‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽=M/F: involves romance between male and female

👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏾=M/M: involves romance between male and male

👩🏻🧔🏽=OC (Original Character)

🤼=A/A (Action/Adventure)

👩🏻‍💻=working on it

🙅🏻‍♀️=nothing at the moment

Damian Priest

365 day 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Santos Escobar

bed springs 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

bed springs part 2 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Finn Balor

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Wheeler Yuta

👩🏻‍💻 🔞Adorn

Wardlow

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Daniel Garcia

All the Things(Your Man Won’t Do)🔞👩🏻‍💻

#finn balor x oc #finn balor imagine #finn balor one shot #finn balor x reader #damian priest smut #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #santos escobar #santos escobar imagine #santos escobar smut #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta smuts #wheeler yuta #wardlow x reader #wardlow #aew #wwe

[moxleys-darlin]

I'll Show You Disrespect

Pairings: Jon Moxley/Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson, implied Shield/BCC/Renee

Summary: Yuta's finally had enough, Mox will fix the situation somehow.

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but the idea; characters (unfortunately) and gifs aren't mine.

CW: anxiety spiral, biting (could be seen as abuse, I see it as violent BCC boys being violent), Mox cusses like a trucker (same 🙄)

(Gifs aren't mine)

Swiss Supes ☕️: 911, BCC LR

"I have to go, man. I need you to find Renee and send her to the Club's locker room asap."

"Jonny, what the-?"

"No time, Eddie! Now!" Mox doesn't wait for Eddie's response, spinning around and stalking off toward the locker room.

He storms through the doors, wincing when they hit the wall. The scene he witnesses when he walks in makes him want to taste someone's blood. Claudio walks slowly towards him, hands out like he's trying to calm a wild animal, but Mox drops the belt and pushes past him. Regal looks up at him from his kneeling position in front of Yuta.

"Oh, Sunshine look, Mox is here." Regal sadly reports as he stands with Claudio's help, petting through his young lover's hair gently, leaving the room when the two-minute warning for the match is announced through the door.

He falls to his knees in front of Yuta, putting his hands on his face and pressing their foreheads together. "Tell me Pup, give me a name and I'll bring you their head."

"You can't Moxie, not this time."

"I can do whatever the fuck I want Yoots, and I certainly would do anything for you."

"I'm done, Jon." He freezes, ice filling his filling his veins slowly. "I'm done trying, I can't stick my neck out only to be hurt every time, so I'm done." Mox lifts his head and swings it toward Claudio.

"What the fuck happened? What did he do?" Claudio doesn't answer, just replays the promo for him. "Oh, hell no, I'm gonna kill him!"

“Enough Mox, please, I want to go to the house, I want to sleep in my bed.” Yuta grabs his face, making him look at him. “Please I want my bed.”

My bed. The phrase runs through his head on repeat, getting louder, screaming at him until it rips a whimper out of his throat. Claudio comes up behind him, strong hands on his shoulders, keeping him centered, and Yuta, seeming to realize what he said, taps his fingertips against Mox’s face like Regal taught him to reclaim his attention.

“No Moxie, we are not done, I’m not giving any of you up, I’m too selfish for that. I just refuse to fight for someone who’s already given up the war. I-I can’t keep getting hurt by him, so until everything settles down or he comes to me, I don’t want to be with him, professionally and friendly sure, but not romantically.”

Mox’s breathing comes a little easier after his Pup’s declaration and he breathes deeply before looking up at Claudio. “Take him home babe,” he sees Renee push the door open, finally arriving. “Both of you take him home if you’re done. I’ll stay here and wait for Regal and Bryan.” 

Claudio tries to argue, but Mox waves him off. His Swiss lover sighs deeply, grabbing his and Yuta’s bags and walking away with him. He hears him tell Renee he’ll explain in the car, before Mox feels thin arms wrap around his waist and a kiss is placed on his back. 

“I love you Mox, I always will, nothing will change that, I promise.” He turns around, not letting the arms release him, kissing his Pup deeply, nibbling on his lower lip toward the end. 

“I love you too, Yuta, now go with them and call Seth or Roman when you get into bed, please let Renee or Claudio stay with you.” He places a kiss on Yuta’s lips again, watching his three lovers walk out. 

He pulls up a metal chair close to television, watching Bryan’s match with Sammy Guevara, the kid and his wife making his lip curl into a snarl. His phone dings, a quick glance letting him know that the trio was home safely, and Yuta was in bed with Claudio. Another ding sounds and it’s from Seth, letting him know that he’s on the phone with Yuta because Roman is too aggressive at the moment. He sends a quick thumbs up as a response, getting distracted at the sight of Bryan’s bloody face. His mind drifts as the match goes on, splitting his attention between Bryan and Yuta, his mood continuously darkening. He is taken from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening and he feels a stinging pain, looking down to see eight perfect bloody crescents on his palms. 

“Demon, you’re still here? I thought you would have head on home with the others.” Regal questions warily. 

“Wanted to check on Bryan, I know Sammy boy can be an ass sometimes, and I saw the blood.” He watches Bryan head for the showers. “He get checked out?”

“Yes Jon, he did, what is really going on? You never let Sunshine go home without you. Please Jon, I know things are tense, but he’s hurt.”

“William, I know he’s your golden boy, but this has gone on long enough.”

“Jon-.”

“Yuta said he’s done! He’s done letting Bryan hurt him, so until things settle down, or Bryan comes to him, he’s done with Bryan romantically. He swears that he’s still going to be with us, but how long until he’s so miserable he leaves all together?” Mox sighs and scrubs his face roughly. “I’m not going to hurt him William, but I am gonna give him a goddamn wake up call, so stay or don’t, your choice.” 

“I trust that you know the limits, he has truly been hurt tonight, so please let us go home in one piece tonight, My Demon.”

“We will darlin’, we will, I think Ortiz wanted to ask you some questions about submissions.” Mox stated, giving Regal an out.

They hear the shower shut off, both looking toward the bathroom doors. “Yes, I think I will go find the lad now, call me when you’re ready to leave.”

Mox walks inside the bathroom toward the shower stalls, eyeing Bryan as he dries off and steps into a pair of sweatpants. His footsteps are silent as he closes in on his Dragon, mentally mapping and categorizing the bruises littering his back. He appreciates the beautiful sight of Bryan before seizing him by one of his shoulders and pushing him into the closest wall. His other hand shields his lover’s face, so it doesn’t make contact with the hard surface. 

“Mox, what the fuck? Let me go!” Bryan tries to twist out of Mox’s hold unsuccessfully, and Mox brushes his lips against the Dragon’s ear.

“So, you feel disrespected, do you? By Jericho, by your boy Daniel, and by our boy Yuta, am I right?” He kisses Bryan’s ear, feeling the shiver run through his body.

“Mox please, I was just upset, I got carried away,” he shivers as Mox switches to his other ear, running his nose across the back of it, before nuzzling his way down to the back of his neck. “Mox, come on-.”

“How about I show you some disrespect, baby?” He sets his teeth on Bryan’s neck, biting deeply when he hears his lover’s whine of confusion.

“Ah! Mox what the fu-?” 

Mox keeps his teeth sunk in, making sure to create a bruise, before releasing the skin. Bryan is breathing hard, letting his head lay against the wall. Mox wraps his arms around Bryan, gently pulling the both of them backwards until he can fall onto one of the benches, Bryan in his lap. He leans in near his ear again, blowing on it softly to feel him writhe in his captivity, his Dragon whining softly when Mox runs a finger over the bite mark.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, did I hurt you? Do you feel disrespected? I would absolutely hate it if you felt that way.” He scoffs angrily, moving his hands to Bryan’s hips, making him stand up so he can walk back into the sitting area.

It doesn’t take long for the fog to clear from Bryan’s mind, filling with anger instead of hazy confusion, and he storms after Mox, slamming the doors against the walls. His anger grows we he sees Mox lounging peacefully on the couch.

“What the fuck was that Mox?!” He brushes his fingertips against the bite mark, wincing in pain. “You think I don’t have enough bruises from tonight? You had to add one more? For what, huh? Me saying I feel disrespected by Yuta?” He paces back and forth, feeling Mox tracking his movement like a hungry predator. 

Mox shrugs nonchalantly, “What can I say, baby? I thought I should let you feel a little bit of the pain that the Pup is feeling right now.”

“Is that why you stayed? To show me how much pain Yuta is in? Well thanks, so glad you could take the time to fucking bite me so that I know that I hurt his feelings, much appreciated.” Bryan realizes he’s said the wrong thing when a snarl is ripped from Mox’s throat.

“No, sweetheart, I’m here to deliver a message before we three go home to the others, figured you’d want us to be alone when I tell you.” Mox leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and his hands clasped under his chin. “The bite was just for me, let’s say it’s almost like a timer.” Bryan wants to wipe the smirk off his face. 

“Delivering a message? A fucking timer? Speak fucking plainly, Jon, I’m tired of this game!” Bryan gulps slightly, backing up as Mox rises from the couch, stalking toward him. 

“Yeah Bry, a message from Yuta actually. He says he’s done letting you hurt him. That until you’re ready to come to him and talk things out like a goddamn adult, or things settle down, he’s done. He’ll be your friend and your stable mate, but he can’t be your lover right now, not until you grow a pair and apologize, or calm the fuck down.” 

“N-no, Mox wh-?”

Mox crowds Bryan into the wall, grazing his fingertips around the bite. “And yeah, a timer Bryan. Until this bad boy heals, you’re to keep your distance from Yuta. I can’t trust you around him because you can’t stop hurting him. He’ll train with me, Claudio, or Regal and I’m sure we can figure out a sleeping arrangement.”

“Please Jon-.” Mox brushes a finger over Bryan’s lips. 

“Hush, Dragon. When this bite heals, you’ll fix your mistakes, but until then, Yuta is off limits to you. I know it sounds cruel, but I refuse to lose any of you fuckers. You made me love you all; you and Regal moved me in, and I made my home with you. I won’t lose anybody, so if this is what needs to happen, so be it, I’ll be the bad guy.” Mox butts his forehead against the side of Bryan’s temple gently. 

They are interrupted by the locker room door opening, surprised to see Renee walk in with Regal. He backs away from Bryan, giving him room to breathe and calm down, walking towards their duffle bags. 

“I’m glad you’re here baby girl, think I can bum a ride from you?” He situates the bags to one hand, holding Renee’s cheek, and kissing her sweetly.

“You seem nice enough, so I guess so.” She shrugs, fighting a smile, giving Regal time to go check in with Bryan.

“You bit him Jon. Don’t try and say you didn’t, this absolutely was not here earlier.” Bryan places a hand on Regal’s back.

“Don’t William, I-I don’t like that he did it, but I know why he did. It’s no different than when you slap us, yeah? This is my timer, I accept that. Can you and I please just sit down for a moment? I need some down time with you before we go home.”

Mox drops the bags by Renee’s feet, striding toward Bryan again. “I love you Bryan, so much, I’m sorry for the bite, I really didn’t plan that.” He nuzzles his nose on Bryan’s cheek.

“I love you too, Mox. I know you didn’t, we all will fix any tension between us and when this heals, I’ll fix things with Yuta.” Mox feels tears hit his nose and he leans back to look into Bryan’s eyes.He pulls his lover into a tight hug, burying his face into his neck to let him cry for a moment, stroking his neck and humming into his ear until Bryan pulls away. He watches as Regal grabs Bryan by his hips, pulling him back into his chest gently, whispering in his ear. Mox gets his older lover’s attention, kissing him over Bryan’s shoulder.

“I love you, old man, we’ll see you at the house, try not to stay much longer, okay?” He pecks his lips again before backing away.

“I love you too, my Demon, go and take care of our Sunshine and I will come in and check on you all when I get home.” Mox looks into his eyes to see if he can find any anger, but all he sees is love and understanding shining back at him. 

Renee grabs his hand, and he takes the bags from her before they turn to leave. As they reach the doors Mox turns back to glance at his lovers, seeing Bryan in Regal’s lap, face in his neck. Regal looks up to see him staring and sends him a small, sweet smile before turning his attention back to Bryan. Renee leads him to the car, and he decides to let her drive, too unfocused at the moment. He is worried that Regal is mad at him, so he pulls his phone out.

Me: We’re okay, you and me?

He anxiously bites his thumbnail, waiting for an answer, starting to drift off in his thoughts, but the notification brings him back before he can start his spiral downward. 

Old Man 👑💛: Ease your thoughts my Demon, we are okay. I love you Jon, my darling Wild Thing. Get home and take care of the others and I will take care of you when I get home my sweet boy 😘

He texts Yuta and Claudio quickly, letting them know they are on the way, and puts his phone away. Renee puts her hand in his lap, giving him the option to hold it if he wants to, which he gladly accepts. Laying his head back against the headrest, he allows his mind drift, letting his wife’s presence calm his mind until they arrive home. They will be okay, he knows it, they just have to get through the hazards in their way. 

Thank you so much for reading! This one is for @bambihausen, who I promised I'd write this.

Dynamite made me a little upset okay?! Bryan's a jerk but I still love him. My poor Yoots though 😭

Much love as always!!

#the shield/bcc/renee poly #blackpool combat polycule #blackpool combat club #bcc polycule #the shield #wheeler yuta #bryan danielson #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #william regal #renee paquette #seth rollins #roman reigns #angst #feral moxley #violent BCC boys being violent

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

My AEW MasterList

Started: July 12, 2022

Updated: December 28, 2022

Smut

Jon Moxley

Taking Care of You When Your Sick

Dax Harwood

Rainy Day

First Year Parts 1 2 3

Eddie Kingston:

The Nanny 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 E

First Date

Baby Making

Taking Care of Eddie After DoN Match

Distracting During a Yankees Game

Second Chance Meeting Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6

Dinner

Adopting a Dog

Baby Daddy 1 2 3 4 5 Bonus

Shopping

Ice Cream

Imagine:Taking Care of You After a Bad Day

Untitled Smut

Danhausen:

Cuddles Turn Into More 

Neighbors Part 1 Part 2

Orange Cassidy

Converting OC into a Hockey Fan

Adam Cole

Amnesia

Multiple Wrestlers

The People at a Party Who Hang Out with the Dog the Whole Time

Birthday 2

Road Trip

Birthday

The Number Game

The Number Game 2

The Number Game 3

The Number Game 4

The Number Game 5

William Regal

Car Ride

Being Stalked Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Red Velvet

Bratty Princess

Wardlow

Dominated

Cash Wheeler

Back in the Hotel Room

Mini Untitled

Another Cash Snippet

Malaki Black

Bad Day

Honeymoon

Jungle Boy

Marine Biologist

Ortiz

Nursing Ortiz

Trent

Wedding

Blind Date

Flying Imagine

Dinner

Moving In

Ethan Page

Hard to Love

Birthday Angst

MJF

Meeting Your Ex

Falling in Love 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Meeting the Families

Max Caster

First Date

Butterflies

Chuck Taylor

Neighbors Part 1 First Kiss Part 2

Jay White

Celebrating his Queens Birthday

Jealous

Santana

Beginning

The Grumps

Summer Festival

Summer

Date Night

Dinner

Hook

Hook, William Regal and the Escort

Losing Your Virginty Part 1 Part 2

Older Woman (you)

Kenny Omega

The Talk

Tony Kahn

Dating During Pandemic

Wheeler Yuta

Imagine: Jealous

#aew #aew fanfiction #Eddie Kingston #santana and ortiz #Ethan page #trent barreta #Hook #MJF

[faggotmox]

requests written on broken car day:

JUST MOX'S LAP for anon [ rated: G ] [ mox/yuta, background bcc poly ] SUMMARY: the bcc go on a haunted hayride but there is only one seat left for wheeler & that's mox's lap.

SOFT & RAINY for sugartits carseat [ rated: G ] [ mox/bry, claudio/eddie ] SUMMARY: slice of life from my au trauma magnet. the power at the bakery/cafe goes out on the same rainy day as mox & eddie get into a minor vehicle accident at work.

EDDIE'S STRAP for my love sugartits carseat [ rated: explicate ] [ ftm!eddie/cis!punk ] SUMMARY: it is an age old story. cm punk won't shut the fuck up. eddie decides to take advantage of his always open mouth.

ONE SAVED NUMBER for shoop [ rated: A for Angst *G ] [ eddie ] SUMMARY: eddie kingston finally admits to himself he got no business being in the business. (shoop asked for something very angsty)

DONE for sarah :D [ rated: G ] [ claudio/wheeler, background bcc poly ] SUMMARY: it's been a few hours since anyone has seen wheeler & claudio starts worrying so he looks for the youngest member of their family, eventually finding an exhausted wheeler needing support.

READING INTO THINGS for anon [ rated: T ] [ fucked up kinda one sided wheeler/bry ] SUMMARY: bryan is sure he sees something? stuff? there's something going on between daniel & wheeler, he just has to keep going after daniel to find out. [ tw: ocd ]

SCENE FROM CHAPTER TRYOUTS FROM THE PATIENT AU for slappo thank you <3 [ rated: M ] [ wheeler & bryan] SUMMARY: the moment bryan wakes up he can tell without really seeing anything that he's in the wrong place. that things are very wrong. [ tw: kiddnapping ]

YELLOW FOR SUNSHINE for dee [ rated: T ] [ bcc poly (minus bryan) ] SUMMARY: regal, claudio, & mox put wheeler through an intense scene, even though wheeler is happy with the scene he drops some. the other three make sure he's safe.

i actually finished all the requests sent to me when my car got fucked up. i wanna thank everyone who donated both money & ideas to keep me busy. y'all have no idea how much you've help.

ranger.

#ranger written #req. broken car day

[stay-safe-pixieboots]

Holding Onto You

Characters: Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley, Bryan Danielson (mentioned), William Regal (mentioned), Claudio Castagnoli (mentioned)

Summary: It’s Christmas time in the BCC household. 

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 751

Author’s note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays @unlikelywrestlingfan from your secret Santa! I hope you like it! And, as always, this fic has a dash (or a little more) of angst. 

This fic was done as part of @ss-trashboat ‘s secret Santa Project. 

Yuta doesn’t quite know how he was expecting Christmas to go.

The BCC- or whatever is left of it - is still trying to pick up the pieces after Regal’s betrayal and subsequent attack. Bryan had called a couple of hours ago to let them know that he wouldn’t be there for the holiday, opting to stay by Regal’s side.

Now, Mox is working out his anger on the treadmill, the emotion rolling off of him in waves. The brawler had picked up the phone when Bryan called, hanging up almost immediately when Bryan made his plans known.

It took both Yuta and Claudio to keep Mox from storming off to drag Bryan back from the hospital.

And now, Yuta is the one tasked with watching over Mox while Claudio is upstairs, trying with every bone in his body to give them a normal Christmas.

Well, whatever normal means anyway.

“Hey, you wanna head upstairs?” Yuta asks cautiously. “I’m sure that Claudio has some food ready upstairs. It might help get your mind off of things.”

“I’m not hungry.” Mox huffs, not even looking at Yuta as he runs on the treadmill.

“The tree still needs decorating. Maybe you can help? The Home Alone marathon is probably still going. We can watch it while we decorate.”

The room falls silent as Mox stops the machine, finally looking at Yuta from where he stands in the doorway. “I don’t know what the hell you and Claudio are trying to do here, but I don’t need it. And you can go back upstairs, too. I ain't a baby. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Yuta scoffs, standing his ground. This might have scared him off when he first joined the group, but not anymore. Mox is trying to intimidate him, trying to make himself seem big and scary so that Yuta would leave him alone.

Mox should know better by now.

“Sure you’re not. And Claudio doesn’t need to be running himself ragged in the kitchen. Yet, here we are.” He crosses his arms, watching Mox closely.

“And Bryan doesn’t need to be at the hospital with that son of a bitch! He betrayed us, Yoots! He abandoned us!”

“Bryan can make his own decisions. You know that full and well.” Yuta shot back. “You could be right there beside him, but you chose not to be.”

“I don’t know why you’re defending him. Bryan did nothing but treat you like shit for weeks!”

“I’m not defending him. I am respecting his right to make his own decisions.” Mox rolls his eyes as Yuta continues. “You still care about Regal. I saw it in the ring when Tony showed us that video. I still see it now. So I don’t know why you just won’t admit it!”

Mox laughs, angry and bitter. “Don’t tell me you actually bought what he said in that video.”

“I was angry too, Mox. Believe me, I was. I hated what he did to you. I hated that he sided with Max. I gave up everything to join you guys. So you’re wrong if you think I’m not mad about all of this.”

Mox stops his pacing, watching Yuta now. How he isn’t backing down.

“You know just as well as I do that Regal has a reason for everything. Especially when it comes to us. Claudio’s mad about what he did, too. But, he can see what he said in that video was genuine. And I know that when your anger finally snuffs itself out, you’ll see it too.”

Yuta finally steps away from the doorframe, walking forward and wrapping his arms around Mox. “So why don’t you come upstairs now? Claudio will be upset if you ditch the plans he’s made. He’s been working all morning to give us a ‘normal’ Christmas, despite everything.”

“Is he wearing that stupid gag apron that I got him for his birthday?” Mox asks, wrapping his arms around Yuta now.

“He is.”

Mox laughs softly, the first emotion he’s shown other than anger in weeks. “Then we should probably head up there. Maybe sneak a picture while we’re at it.”

“Good luck with that. ‘Cause nobody can-”

“-sneak up on him. I know.” Mox says. “But there’s a first time for everything.”

Mox slips his hand into Yuta’s, ruffling Yuta’s hair with his free one. They head up the stairs together, hand in hand.

Yuta knows that this peace might be short lasting-

But he’s gonna take whatever he can get.

#wrestleblr secret santa #wheeler yuta #jon moxley #bryan danielson #william regal #Claudio Castagnoli #blackpool combat club

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AO3 Wrapped: EliteHunter

Saw this floating around some of the searches I check periodically and thought it would be fun. Credit to @spotsandsocks for the format.

Works published: 76.

Words written: 357,910

Hits: 6,516

Bookmarks: By me? 1. Made by others of my work: 81

Most popular by kudos: I’m On A Blood Buzz (I Never Thought About Love When I Thought About Home) (Nick Jackson x OFC, rated E) but most of this was written and posted before 2022, so technically probably She Said “Tell Me How You Feel.” (Are You Even Real?) (Ricky Starks x OFC, rated E)

Most hits: Unsurprisingly, the same two fics. But my one-shot with the most hits for 2022 is Everyone Has A Secret, But Can They Keep It? (No, They Can't) (MJF x Reader, rated G)

Longest: Going only by words on works published in the calendar year: I'm Trapped By Your Love. And I'm Chained to Your Side (Love is a Battlefield) (MJF x OFC x Wardlow, 47,808, rated E)

Shortest fic: “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?” (Orange Cassidy x Reader drabble, 250 words, rated G)

Most comments: She Said “Tell Me How You Feel.” (Are You Even Real?) (Ricky Starks x OFC, rated E) has the most comment threads (11) though there are some with fewer threads that included some back and forth but I am too lazy to open them all and count.

Fic that made me cry: -To read? The delicious angst of @dancingwithsilhouettes's Orange Cassidy x OFC series this is me trying (rated e, one complete fic and 1 chapter of the sequel posted). -To write: My break-up fics with Matt and Nick, but picking one I'd say And I Know Things Can't Last Forever (Just the Scent of You, It Makes Me Hurt. So How's It You that Makes Me Better?) (Matt Jackson x unnamed OFC, rated E)

Fic that made me smile: All of them! I really like writing. But probably the fic I wrote for Wheeler Yuta for my bar fights series She Knows How To Treat a Fella Right (Wants to Make Love When I Wanna Fight. Now Someone Understands Me) (Wheeler Yuta x OFC, rated T) where I got to pull in Mox, Eddie, and others because of BCC and the Blood and Guts match. I may not be a huge BCC fan, but I had a blast writing all their voices and think there was more plot in those ~4500 words than they managed to move in all their time together.

Gifts: None in either direction.

Collaborations: None.

Events taken part in : Wrestlebang '22. Am actively writing for 12 Days of Christmas and about 30% done with those!

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