It was hard to feel like you lost your best friend. Wheeler Yuta hasn’t willingly spoken to you once since he joined the Death Riders. It was hard, seeing him every week, knowing that he used to be the person who held all your trust.
He barely even glanced in your direction now. Week after week, you’d watch as Wheeler beat up anyone who threatened to come after Moxley, and sometimes it ended up with the Death Riders leaving Wheeler to receive a beatdown. It wasn’t right, the way they treated him.
You tried to talk to him about it once. A few months ago, Wheeler made it his mission to destroy Jay White every chance he got. However, after a match, the Death Riders just watched closely as Wheeler received the beat down from Jay White and Adam Page. They didn’t even care!
“Wheeler,” you called out, as he limped backstage. He halted for half a second, before continuing to walk. You let out an agitated sigh, running to catch up with him. “Hey, I know you heard me calling you.” You tried to make eye contact with him, but he was fixated on something behind you instead. Your heart raced as you stood in front of him, you hadn’t been this close to him in months. He was still cute, even though he refused to cut his hair or trim his beard.
His eyes didn’t meet yours, “What do you want?”
“Why do you let them treat you like that? They saw it happen. They had the numbers. They could have saved you and they chose not to. Wheeler, what are you doing?”
“I’m doing my best!” He argued, and it was completely unlike him to raise his voice at you. But I guess this was the new Wheeler now.
“Hey, I’m not trying to argue. I’m just worried about you. When was the last time you were even happy?”
He let out a small sigh, “Happiness is something that I haven’t considered in quite awhile now.”
The phrase made your eyes water, and you reached out to hug him. His hands moved to your shoulders, pushing you away before you could even finish getting your arms around him. You just wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay, it’s been months since you last held Wheeler. He used to spend time with you, late nights in your hotel room after the show and you’d just watch a movie and cuddle. You’d do just about anything to have that again.
“Hey, it’s me,” you reminded him, hoping he’d remember that you’d always been there for him, even if he’s distant now, “I want to see you happy, Wheeler. I don’t want to see you like this.”
“Well, we don’t always get what we want,” he spoke, his eyes finally landing on yours. You could see the red bags under his eyes, but somehow his words didn’t match his expression. What was he hiding?
You frowned at him, “You can talk to me, Wheeler, I’m here for you. I know we haven’t talked much lately, but I never stopped caring, and-”
“I did.” He said, “I stopped caring. Do us both a favor and just leave me alone, alright?”
You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, and he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he said it. You could feel the tears fall, it was really over with your best friend. This couldn’t have been him, the Wheeler Yuta you were close to would never say that to anyone, let alone his best friend. Had he just been pretending to be a good friend this whole time?
“Wheeler, please, it doesn’t have to be like this,” you begged, “This doesn’t sound like you.”
“How would you know?” He snapped, “You were friends with loser Yuta, and I’m not that guy anymore. You’re going to have to get over it.”
As your eyes met Wheeler’s from across the room, you immediately turned around to avoid his gaze. He still hadn’t cut his hair or trimmed his beard. Maybe he couldn’t even see you past all the hair in his eyes. A hand on your shoulder startled you, and you shrieked as you turned around.
“You okay?” Kris asked and you simply shrugged in response. “Are you still upset about Yuta?”
You nodded weakly, “I thought we were friends. Has he tried talking to you?”
“Nope. Orange hasn’t heard from him either. Let me give you some advice, okay? He doesn’t want to talk to us anymore. He is where he is, and we can’t make him hang out with us if he doesn’t want to,” she said.
“You’re right, I just-” you paused, the right words failing to find you.
“You liked him as more than a friend and you thought he liked you back?” Kris guessed, and you felt your eyes widen.
Your cheeks heated up, “Whoa, Kristen, what made you think- why would you think- okay who told you?”
Kris let out a laugh, “Aw, it’s cute that you think it wasn’t completely obvious. No one told me. It’s also clear that you’re taking this more personally than if just a friend were to drop you. You’ve got these feelings for him and now you can’t do anything about it. That’s why it hurts so much.”
“Have you ever considered becoming a therapist?” You asked jokingly, “You’re right, that is why it hurts so much. It’s also that I don’t know what was real and what was fake, was he pretending to be a good friend? I keep getting tripped up over that.”
Kris pulled you in a for short hug, “I’m sure it’ll be okay, eventually. Just give it some time, kiddo.”
For tonight’s Collision, you were booked to compete against Megan Bayne in the main event to determine the number one contender to Toni’s AEW Championship. It was your first time main eventing, and so you were pretty excited.
Looking at the card, you felt nervous at the fact that Death Riders were set to close out the show with a segment, cutting your match shorter than you thought. How would that even work? Are the Death Riders just going to invade your match? Is Marina gonna interrupt the match?
When the bell rang, you still weren’t focused. All you could think about was what type of ending the show was going to have, would this even still count as the main event? Is Marina going to hurt you? You clearly needed to be better focused, because next thing you knew you were being tossed outside of the ring, onto the harsh floor. You didn’t have enough time to catch yourself, your right ankle taking the brunt of the fall, and you couldn’t stop the scream that escaped you. You covered your mouth to prevent further screams, trying to focus on anything other than the burning sensation in your right ankle. You tried to will yourself to get up, but the second you tried to limp back into the ring, you just crumbled all over again.
You could hear the referee asking if you were okay to continue, but you couldn’t even look at them. The match ended via count-out, and you hoped anyone backstage with a heart would come out and help you get backstage. Sometimes wrestlers leave before the main event, but you hoped maybe Kris was still here and that she could help you. No one came to help. It took a few referees to help you finally limp backstage, and you were taken to medical to get looked at. You just about wanted to pass out from the pain, your ankle all red and you could feel the tears start to form. You could hear some type of Death Riders promo going on, but you tried to drown it out.
“We’re going to have to monitor it more closely to check the severity, but it looks like you’ve sprained your ankle. Depending on the severity, it could be anywhere from a few weeks, to a few months,” the doctor told you, and you just nodded your head in response. When the doctor left the room, you let the tears fall, wondering how you were going to get through tonight. You had no one to help you get out of your gear, help you get to your hotel room… what the hell were you supposed to do?
“Hey,” you heard, from the doorway, and your jaw dropped as you looked at Wheeler, your gear bag in his hand. “Almost everyone is gone, I just… I don’t know if you need any help with anything.”
“I- yeah, honestly, I’m freaking out,” you admitted, trying to wipe your tears away before he could notice that you were crying. Wheeler came into the room, standing close to your bed now. He cupped your chin gently, and you could see the worry in his eyes.
He still cared. Despite what he said, he still cared. Another tear rolled down your cheek, and he gently wiped it away with his thumb.
“You’re gonna be alright,” he reassured you, voice soft. “I’ll help you through it.” You couldn’t trust in that.
“Are you gonna be nice to me for the night and then go back to ignoring me tomorrow?”
He frowned, “I didn’t put a whole a lot of thought into that.”
You didn’t have the time or the energy to refuse his help. “Can you help me out of this gear?”
He stepped back, his cheeks turning red as he avoided looking at you, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to help.”
If you could trust him, you would’ve fawned over how adorably flustered he looked about the idea of removing your clothes.
“I have tights on, socks on, knee pads, kick pads, and not to mention these shorts are tiny and I have no idea how I’m going to get everything off.”
Wheeler’s eyes met yours, and you could see the tiniest hint of a smile threatening to come out. The doctor had already removed your socks and boot on your right foot, so it was pretty much halfway done. As Wheeler moved to remove your left boot, he let go, letting out a sigh.
“Can we please do this at the hotel instead? I don’t want anyone to walk in when I’m in the middle of taking your clothes off. I’ll carry you to the car, I’ll carry you to the room, I just-”
“That’s fine,” you told him, “Are Jon and them gonna mind that I’m in the car with you guys?”
“Oh, they actually don’t let me ride with them. I have a car to myself.” You fought back the urge to say something judgmental, after all, he wasn’t asking for your opinion and he was willing to help you. Wheeler carefully put one arm under your back, the other arm resting on your thighs, “Ready? Hold on to me.”
You held onto Wheeler’s shoulders, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. His eyes were on yours, lips just inches away and all those romantic feelings you had for him just instantly remerged. He gave you a reassuring smile once, before picking up your bag and carrying you out of the room.
“Is this okay?” He asked you, and you beamed at him. Wheeler was carrying you like a princess, your ankle was on fire, but all you could think about was how good of a boyfriend Wheeler would be. He was so gentle when he put you in the car, allowing you to lay down comfortably in the backseat. The venue wasn’t far from the hotel, thankfully, because honestly you just wanted to lay down and get some rest.
You told Wheeler what floor you were on, and he was sweet enough to carry you to your room, setting you down gently on the bed. He even got you some ice for your ankle, and it was working to numb the pain.
“I can get Kris if you want help with getting changed,” he suggested, but you didn’t want him to leave.
“Please stay,” you begged, not caring if it made you seem desperate, “I don’t care if you see me in my underwear, Yuta. I don’t want you to go, not yet. Please stay.”
Wheeler’s mouth opened briefly, as if he were surprised by your words. His eyes stayed on yours, before he leaned in to press a kiss to the top of your forehead. You could tell he was trying to find something to say, the way he scrunched up his forehead but he ended up just nodding at you in response.
“Where do you want to start?” He asked.
“Can you grab me a shirt from my suitcase please? A baggier one, if possible?” You asked, reaching up to take off your top off. He unzipped your suitcase, and you felt your cheeks redden when you noticed the plain black t-shirt that he pulled out.
“You still have this?” He asked, checking the tag to double check that it was in fact, his. He gave it to you once after you had a wardrobe malfunction while you were training together. You had worn a bra and a crop top, but somehow neither of them could keep you concealed. Wheeler gave you his shirt, and you never gave it back.
“Yeah, I still have it,” you sighed, “A very kind man once gave it to me when my tits were falling out of my shirt.”
He chuckled, “I’m surprised. I didn’t think- I guess I just assumed that you hated me now. It would be fair if you did, honestly.”
“I could never hate you, Wheeler. You may have stopped caring, but I didn’t.”
“I didn’t stop caring,” he corrected you, “I shouldn’t have said that. I was just mad that night and I took it out on you. I’m sorry about that.”
The apology was nice, but somehow it didn’t change the fact that he’d been ignoring you for months now. He handed you the shirt, his eyes focused on yours, as if he was trying to read your face. You motioned for him to turn around, as you swapped out your gear for his t-shirt.
“I’m decent,” you told him, “Please get me out of these tights.”
Wheeler turned around, and his cheeks were pink as he stood over you. His hands reached first for your gear shorts, shaky as he started to untie the waistband, before slowly pulling it off of you. Wheeler looked straight ahead, focused on the headboard of the hotel bed instead of looking at you. Even with him being “evil” now, he was still respectful.
“Okay,” he mumbled, letting out an obvious sigh of relief.
“Wheeler, I still can’t get these tights off by myself,” you reminded him, and his cheeks reddened even more. “Why are you so nervous?”
He didn’t say anything to that, instead he moved the ice pack off of your ankle and you winced, that burning sensation coming back to your ankle. Wheeler frowned at you, before moving to lean over you once again. He kept his eyes on yours as he started to pull down your tights, and this suddenly became more intimate than you anticipated. Wheeler was cautious as he removed the tights from your ankle, and thankfully he put that ice pack back on your ankle and it started to feel better again.
“Thank you,” you told him, quietly, and he moved to sit beside you on the bed. Out of habit, you couldn’t resist the urge to lean into him, and you felt relieved when he placed his arm around your shoulders.
“I couldn’t let you go through this alone,” he said quietly, as if he didn’t want you to hear him.
You gave him a small smile, “You still care.”
“I wish I didn’t,” he said, making your eyes water. “Things would be so much easier if I didn’t.”
“Wow, okay,” you scoffed at him, pushing away from him, “What did I even do to you that was so bad? You threw me away like it was nothing!”
Wheeler let out a frustrated sigh, “People stop being friends for all kinds of reasons! I stopped being friends with Kris and Orange too, you don’t need to take this personally.”
“You know I didn’t think of you as just a friend!”
“What?” He asked, and you felt your jaw drop as you realized what you just implied.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. You know what, it’s alright. I’m gonna be okay. Thanks for your help, I really appreciate it. I’ll see you around and we can just go back to ignoring each other.”
Wheeler still sat beside you on the bed, and if you could get up, you would’ve to avoid this awkward situation.
“I love you,” Wheeler said, as if the words were weighing heavily on his chest. He let out a sigh, maybe one of relief, and you felt your jaw drop again. Had he felt the same this whole time?
“Do you actually mean that?”
“I always have,” he said, blushing again, “I am really sorry about how I treated you. You didn’t deserve that, you’ve been nothing but kind and caring, and I’ve been… stewing in my own misery. I really am sorry, and I love you.”
You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his, “Wheeler, I love you too. If you felt this way, then how could it have been so easy for you to pretend I don’t exist?”
“I’m not supposed to be happy,” he said, “I always feel happy when I’m with you, and I felt like I should just isolate myself and maybe I could forget about my feelings for you. Trust me, it wasn’t easy. I know I hurt you by saying all those things, but I thought it was the only way I could get you to leave me alone. I thought maybe if you hated me, it’d be easier for me to stop loving you.”
You stared at him for a second, trying to see if you could read him. Honestly, Wheeler seemed scared, his eyes slightly wide as he looked at you. You leaned up, moving some hair out of his face so you could see him better. Now you could see the worry lines on his forehead, and he was clearly stressing. He looked down at your other hand, fingers still intertwined with his, a nervous smile now on his lips.
“Why did you want us both to be miserable?”
“I didn’t think about how it affected you, at least not until I saw you cry. But I couldn’t take back what I said, and I thought you’d just be happier once I was out of your way.”
You frowned, “No, I haven’t been happier. It hurt me to think that you either didn’t care about me, or that you had been pretending to be friends with me this whole time.”
“You’re the only person I can be myself around,” he said, voice low and quiet, “I got really scared when I saw you were hurt. Claudio kept yelling at me because I couldn’t focus. It killed me to think you’d have to go through this alone, I know a lot of people went home early and I didn’t want you to feel like nobody cared about you.”
He shifted slightly, moving so that he was facing you. He removed his arm from around your shoulders, electing to place his hand on your cheek instead. Your cheeks reddened at the action, and you could feel your heart start to race all over again. When he leaned in, lips inching over yours, you thought of every time he walked the other way in the hallways. What’s stopping him from kissing you today and ignoring you tomorrow?
You shifted your head back, “You can’t just kiss me one day and then treat me like I mean nothing to you the next day.”
“I can’t lose you again,” he said, his deep brown eyes staring into yours. He looked scared once again, and you could tell he was genuine. “You mean so much to me, I promise I’ll never make you feel like that ever again.”
This time you leaned in first, and finally your lips met his. He kept his hand on your cheek, and you closed your eyes as you let yourself relax in his grip. Wheeler was soft and slow with you, even better than you had imagined. The kiss was short and sweet, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at him. He grinned back at you, before pressing his lips to yours once again. You held onto his shoulders, trying to steady yourself. He pulled away once again, and you noticed his rose-colored cheeks.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” you said back, leaning in to kiss him again.
After a string of losses, Taichi has an emotional breakdown and cries when he has to face off his former tag team partner/lover, Zack Sabre Jr. Zack tries to encourage him to move forward.
Thanks for the prompt :3 Hope you like this! Warning for paddling and chastity mention.
Translations: "You don't get to hide.", "You will feel everything.", "What do you say to your kind King?" (I used a translator, don't @ me.)
While Claudio may be Mox's knight, may be his right hand, Marina is the left. She is the shadow, the guard dog, the one who makes sure that the King is never in check and gets him to safety while his soldiers make sure he gets away.
She also has the privilege of being part of the punishments of the other members. Not only through the key she wears around her neck, but also when things get more...physical.
And she's going to enjoy this one.
Marina pets down Wheeler's back in a mockery of a soothing gesture, feeling the warmth of his cage pressed against her thigh. He has to be cold, bent over her lap with his clothes around his ankles and shirt pushed up so that he can't hide behind it. Not that either of them would let him, of course.
"I'm disappointed in you, Wheeler," Mox sighs as he crouches down in front of his face. "I'm disappointed...in your lack of conviction, in your lack of trust more than anything." Wheeler grips Marina's ankle but doesn't lower his head. She's almost impressed.
"I'm sorry," Wheeler murmurs. No, Marina thinks with glee. Not yet you aren't.
"You will be." Mox smirks. "I've never steered ya wrong before. Me or Claudio. I tried ta give ya tha easy way out, but clearly we gotta beat tha fight outta ya." He doesn't give him a chance to respond, patting his cheek cruelly before standing and going to the other side. He grabs the addle kept on the bed hidden of sight. "No more warm-ups. Yer playin' with that big boys. 'n yer gonna take yer big boy punishment."
Marina gets a nod and brings her hand down on Wheeler's left cheek with a sharp strike, smirking at the sharp inhale he gives as he tenses. She brings her hand down a few more times on each cheek, giving five and five. She runs her hand over the hot skin before lowering her arm to wrap around his waist, the other going to his hair and startling him out of whatever daze he had been.
"Вам не удастся спрятаться," she murmurs softly. "Вы будете чувствовать все." Wheeler has the balls to glare at her out of the corner of his eye, and she just smirks softly at him.
She's not the one he has to worry about anymore.
Mox rolls the handle of the paddle between his hands, just long enough to let Wheeler relax in her lap. Then he grips it firmly and brings it down on him hard enough she has to tighten her grip from the force he jerks with as he cries out. "I hate doin' this to ya, Yoots."
CRACK.
"Ya brought this on yerself."
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.
"I'm doin' this because I love you."
CRACK.
Wheeler has to muffle a scream in a bloody bite on his arm, tears pouring down his face with an expression full of agony. He's already bruising, and Marina can see burst blood vessels beneath his skin. She pulls his head back to an uncomfortable angle and licks the tears from his cheek.
"Что вы скажете своему доброму королю?" Wheeler sobs.
Thanks for the prompt, sis! As on the tin but also contains mommy kink!
Marina raised an eyebrow at the man standing in front of her, wondering if he has a death wish. "What do you want?" She isn't in the mod for games, and she knows he likes to play them. He almost seems to reconsider but doesn't (much to her irritation).
"Can I come in?" She sizes him up, wondering just how stupid he is. But she's also far too curious about what he wants. It's not like she can't kick his ass anyway if he tries something.
"Fine."
She absently strokes Jay's cock as he sucks at her nipple, tilting her head slightly as she watches him with mild fascination. "Needy," she murmurs, twisting her hand around the head of his cock. He lets out a choked whine, some garbled mix of Mommy that makes her lips curl slightly. "Is that what you needed, Jay? Hm?"
His hips buck, cock twitching and spilling pre-cum over her fingers. It's amusing just how easy he is to play with. She tightens her fingers in his hair as she starts to slow her strokes to something torturous. He whimpers in protest and tries to life his head, but she just keeps his mouth to her breast.
"Uh uh," she murmurs to him, reaching down to gives his balls a gently squeeze. "Be a good boy for Mommy."
