#cash wheeler one shot

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Beach/Body Insecurities-Being Reassured by Cash Wheeler

Idea and Requested by: @princessmermaid1289

Trigger Warning: The main female character does think negative thoughts about her body.

Please remember all bodies all beautiful

Movies, restaurants, coffee shops were what you thought of for third date locations. A crowded beach on the Carolina Shores in August was not what you would think of. Or a place that you would ever think of agreeing to. Sure you loved laying out in the sun, the sand between your toes, ice cream, and swimming. Having a date see you in your bathing suits made your stomach turn into knots. But it seems like Cash could ask you to go anywhere and you would follow him.

Cash Wheeler is handsome, kind, and funny. He is tall, but doesn’t tower over your tall. Fit with blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. He is an actual professional athlete. It was still hard to believe he was interested in you and this was not some type of prank show with hidden cameras. Its not like you are some Quasimodo. You’ve had boyfriends and other men interested in you. But those guys would say you were cute. Your body could be described as soft and a little jiggly.

You shake those negative thoughts from your head and focused on Cash. He was talking about how in the off season dogs are allowed on he beach and how the two of you should take his bulldog down for the day. Warmth and excitement raced through you as Cash talked about his future and how he planned to include in you.

“That would be great Cash,” you smiled at him. He pulled into a parking spot and turned his truck off.

You tried helping him carry the beach chairs, his book bag, and your bag; but Cash is a gentlemen he insists on doing it himself all while holding our hand. The two of you find a spot on the beach among the crowd of other beach goers. After unfolding both chairs, Cash pulls his shirt off. You have seen him wrestle on tv, seeing him in person however is a whole new experience. He makes your knees weak and mouth go dry. From the corner of your eye you spot a group of women who also notice your date. They are younger than you. One is wearing a “finally 21,” birthday sash over her string bikini. Each one is gorgeous, tall and thin, with thick bust and bottoms. You can’t stop thinking that one of those girls should be here with him.

The birthday girl must think so too, because she saunters over to Cash without even noticing you. Her voice is smooth and confident. “Hey! My friends and I are going to the bar.” She shakes her head to the left where about a mile away there is a bar and restaurant in the sand. “You want to buy me a birthday shot?”

Cash doesn’t even give her a second look, “no thanks.” He grabs your hands and laces his fingers into yours.

Birthday girl looks at your intertwine hands, pouts for a second, before smiling again. “Your sister can hang with us too.”

Cash’s voice is harder now, more firm, his southern politeness is gone. “Listen my girlfriend and I just want to spend the day alone.” He turns his back to her and faces you. The woman stalks away back to her friends. “Sorry about that,” Cash voice is softer and unsure now. “I hope that didn’t freak you out.” His face is red and you want to tell him not worry. You are not surprised by other women hitting on him, but he keeps talking. “I know your not my girlfriend, and this is only our third date, but hopefully not out last.” It hits you that Cash is trying not to freak you out about him referring to you as his girlfriend. Seeing Cash embarrassed is new to you and its adorable.

You look down at your hand that is still holding Cash’s and smile “its okay.”

He clears his throat the red on his face fading away. Both smiling at each other for way too long. Only breaking apart when a mom holding hands with her toddler walks by and the little boy yells out “look mama their holding hands too.” Cash squeezes your hand before letting go. He walks over to his book bag hanging off his chair opens it and pulls out sunscreen.

“I figured we might need some.” He offers the bottle out to you. Cash is only in his pink swimsuit and you still need to undress. You tell him to go first, and have to stop yourself from panting as he rubs his whole body down. “Can you get my back?”

“Sure.” Helping someone apply sunscreen isn’t a big deal, or at least it shouldn’t be. But with Cash it feels intimate. The farthest the two of you have gone is a couple of kisses last week in Cash’s truck after dinner when he was dropping you off at home. And now here you are behind him taking time rubbing lotion on to his neck, over his shoulders, down his back, over his ribs, down right to wear his bathing suit starts. You take longer rubbing in where his tattoos are. You barley recognize your own voice at how sultry it is when you whisper in Cash’s ear your all done. But you do notice the small hair on Cash’s neck raise and that he takes two slow deep breaths before turning around.

“Thanks,” he is waiting for you. Its time for you to get out of your t-shirt and jean shorts. Your mind races with all the negative things you see when you look in the mirror. You slide out of your flip flops and unbutton your shorts. As you bend over to pull them down, you notice that Cash is looking anywhere but at you. You pull your shirt over your head and quickly stuff your clothing into your bag, Why did your roomie insist you wear the high waisted two piece. Now everyone will see how much you miss match with Cash. He finally looks back at you. “Damn,” he flinches at his curse. “Sorry. You look really nice.” Your right arm wraps around your midsection the insecurities in your head are telling you that he is surprised by how bigger you look this close to being naked. (Anybody else who heard Cash would be able to tell he was amazed at how good you looked.) “Do you want some help?” Cash is holding out the sunscreen bottle. The idea of Cash feeling how soft and squishy you are compared to his muscle body makes your stomach turn. You shake your head no. Cash takes your hand that isn’t hiding your stomach and leads you to the water.

The water was cool, but thanks to the blazing sun it feels amazing. The two of you began to go deeper and deeper until you were as far out as the lifeguards allow. With the water going past your shoulders you are able to stop focusing on your body and focus on having fun with Cash. You let the smaller waves wash over you. With the bigger waves Cash and you body surf. It seems like when your with Cash the idea of time disappears and you aren’t sure how long the two of you were swimming for. At one point a wave unexpectedly knocks you under. Before you can really comprehend what was happening Cash’s hand wrap his hands around your waist and pull you up. “You okay?” His face frowning.

Without second guessing yourself you wrap your legs around his. “I’m good.”

Cash holds you in his arms before lightly kissing you, “I really want to kiss you more; but you really should put on sunscreen.” He starts walking towards the beach. When Cash is in knee deep water you tell him he can put you down while laughing. “I could, but I don’t want to.” He carries you until he is standing in front of your chair. Cash gently puts your feet onto the sand, before grabbing his towel. He started drying the top of your head than the end of your hair, neck arms, stomach, back, legs all the way to the top of your feet. Without words he grabs the sunscreen and begins applying it all over you. His hands move gently, his fingers linger over your neck. He drops to his knees to get your lower half, tickling the back of your knees. Cash finishes up by standing up and applying the lotion to your face. “You are beautiful Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I love how your body feels in my hands. You are gorgeous inside and out.” The words make you light headed, because not only did his words sound so sincere, you felt loved. Which is crazy. You cant fall in love with someone on a third date. Or maybe you could? You blink and Cash is standing in front of you, his shirt back on. “Hands up.” You do as he asked and he carefully slides your t-shirt back on. “This is because I have to go to Canada tomorrow. And I wont be able to help put aloe on you until I get back on Sunday. Its not to hide your body. Okay?” You smile and answer Cash with a kiss on his lips.

Together the two of you have an amazing lunch, before sunbathing and taking a nap. After reapplying sunscreen onto each other, Cash and you head back into the water. The two of you stay in the ocean until the lifeguards call everyone out of the water because the sun is setting.

“How about a ride on the ferris wheel or a walk on the boardwalk?” Cash asks as he carries everything back to his truck.

“Not tonight.” This time you take Cash hands into yours. Today was a perfect day and you were proudly holding his hand with your shorts pulled over your wet bathing suit bottoms and your T-shirt stuffed in your bag. “Im pretty tired and you have flight tomorrow. So why don’t we watch a movie at my place instead?”

Cash looks over at you surprised, but excited. “Just you, me, and a movie sounds amazing.” Cash loads the bed of his truck, than opens the car door for you. He gets in on his side and starts to drive back to your place; for snuggling, a movie, and while he didn’t know this yet. Maybe even a bit more than kissing.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I Love You 

Summary: The rivalry between House Of Black and FTR reached a new level when they brought up Dax’s wife and daughter. They wanted to humiliate him in front of the people who loved him but according to the house of black, no one loved Cash. “No one loves you Cash, just Dax. Don’t worry, we love you” But I loved him, I loved Cash Wheeler

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I watched from a backstage monitor as I watched the rivalry between FTR and House of Black escalade. For weeks HOB has claimed that no one loved Cash “No one loves you” were the words that had been repeated for the third time tonight. The words hurt me more than it hurt him. I loved Cash, sure we had been keeping our relationship on the low side but this rivalry made me want to tell the whole world how much I loved Cash Wheeler. 

I watched both Cash and Dax enter the backstage area after their segment. Both men walked with their head down looking defeated. As I approached the pair Cash gave me a hug, holding me in the tight embrace as if he was dreaming, scared to let go waking up alone. “Hey” I whispered quietly and lovingly as I drew delicate shapes on his back. “You know I love you right? I love you Cash, don’t listen to what they say. There are people out there who love you” I told him gently. “You are just saying that to make me feel better” He said barely above a whisper as he broke the hug. I looked into his eyes and could see the sorrow in them, he was a broken man. “Cash, why would I lie about something like that. I do Love you Cash” I told him, feeling offended that he thought I was lying. “Prove it”

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[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Public Nuisance (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

A/N: I feel like daily life with Cash would be wonderful. He's a sweet and funny guy, so everything would be entertaining with him. Even running errands...

"What else do we need, Darlin'?" Cash looked at you as you checked the shopping list on your phone.

"Hmm, milk, eggs, we need some fruit and vegetables, Pawla needs a new toy, your protein powder, I need tampons...and if you want me to cook that recipe for duck breast with dumplings, we need potatoes and...duck breast."

"Baby, don't take it personally...but please don't cook any of your family recipes for me for a while. The past three days have been wonderful, you know I love your cooking, but please stop. I'm gonna get fat. And we both don't want that, right?" He tried to reason with you, and rubbed your back in order to appease you. You knew you may have overdone it, but you were so excited to have him all for yourself for a whole week - no AEW appearances, no interviews, no meet and greets. Just Cash and you, for seven days.

Your response was a soft hum, followed by a smart remark. "Cash, Sweetie, you're not gonna get fat. It's just your body desperately trying to adjust itself to the size of your butt."

He did a little mullet flip before putting both hands back on the shopping cart and sticking his ass out as far as he could. "Oh come on, you love my butt. That's just your jealousy speaking now." With those words, he pushed the cart further down the aisle, comedically wiggling his ass with every step he took. You chuckled a little before answering him with a whistle. He laughed out loud at your reaction before rounding the corner to make his way over to the produce aisle.

As you were getting all the stuff you needed, you heard him clear his throat from a few feet away. "Darlin, what do you say...This could be your new body goal, huh?" When you turned to look at him, he stood there, two massive watermelons in his hands, functioning as the biggest rack you had ever seen. He turned to the side, so you could check out the side view. A mischievous grin spread across your face. "Sure, everything you want, Babe. Once you have reached this body goal, we're gonna take care of my boobs." You retorted while holding up the biggest cucumber you could find. Before he could react, the two of you heard an indignant gasp and turned your attention to a lady in her fifties. She mumbled something about scandalous indecency and then rushed off. You looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

There was just something about his laugh that, after all these years, still got you. The sound of pure joy leaving his mouth, the little giggles in between louder cackles, all combined with the most adorable wrinkles around his eyes was almost hypnotizing to you. Even if you wanted, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

He walked over to you and took your hand in his. "Come on, Darlin, let's get moving before that fine lady gets us kicked out."

Once you reached the aisle with the drugstore items, you got stuck by all the fancy bath bombs. Cash patiently waited for a few minutes, but when you still roamed through the various fragrances, he moved a bit further to where another man was standing in front of the ladies' section...and seemed completely lost. Cash stood next to him and looked around.

"It's overwhelming, right? Why are there so many different tampons?" The man said.

Cash chuckled a little and then took a box off the shelf. "My girl always uses these. They seem to be good." He said while shrugging.

The other man nodded and, after giving it some thought, took the same box and thanked your boyfriend.

He hadn't noticed, but you had finished your bathbomb session and were now standing behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder.

"Did you just help out a fella in need?" You asked him, completely flattered by the fact that he knew which tampons you used. He paid attention to so many little things that had never mattered to anyone before. But he cared.

"Yep." He answered as you pressed your lips on his cheek, a meek smile spreading across his face.

You continued your shopping and got everything you needed, until Pawla's toy was the only thing missing. You both stood there and to any other person, you must've seemed like two crazy people: pressing each and every toy, dismissing the ones that didn't squeak, debating whether or not she would like the feel of the fabric, if it was her color and so on. But Pawla was your baby, as you didn't have children of your own. Yet.

When you finally had all your goods, you made your way over to checkout. The cashier seemed to be really into Cash, asking him about his day, talking about the stuff he/you bought, and generally flirting with him. Poor Cash, however, was completely oblivious to all her attempts. It was only when she asked if you were his sister that he slowly realized what was going on. He looked at you, uncertain on how to react. You just smiled at him, and to his surprise, you nodded your head at her question. He furrowed his brow, but didn't dare ask why you'd said that. He quickly paid and moved away from the young woman as fast as he could; the whole situation confused the living hell out of him. When you were out of earshot, he turned to you. "Why did you do that?"

You smiled up at him. "Turn around, Babe. I'm pretty sure she is still checking you out, drooling all over herself."

He did as he was told and noticed you were right. Her eyes were glued to him, and when he caught her looking, her face turned a bright red.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face and his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, but he was still confused. "That doesn't answer my question, Darlin."

As you were now in the parking lot, walking over to your car, you finally explained to him. "I just feel you have no idea of the effect you have on women. It's funny to me how you have this really physical job where fans are fantasizing about all the things you would do to them. You just don't know how handsome and hot you are. So let me boost your ego a bit, Baby." You rubbed his back while you continued. "And I'm not gonna lie, it kinda turns me on when other people lust after you...knowing that I'm the one who's living out their fantasies."

Cash snickered at your explanation as he loaded your belongings in the trunk. "Y/N, you have the weirdest kinks."

You just shrugged at his comment and pulled him closer by his hips. Your lips were so close to his that they were almost brushing against each other. With another grin, he gently pecked your lips. You deepened the kiss when you felt his hands on your waist, but soon broke away from him when you heard someone huff.

"Scandalous, these two." When you both turned into the direction of the voice, you saw the elderly lady from before again. You giggled and pressed your face in the crook of his neck. "She's going to get us banned here, Baby."

Cash laughed and ran his fingers through your hair before pressing his lips to your forehead.

"Then let's go home, Darlin, where we can make out without causing a public nuisance."

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[wrestling-all-the-time]

(💙 = written with my ofc)

Bonfire Night

Listening To Him Talk

Dishes To Divorce

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[elitehunter]

Cash Wheeler: (What Do I Care How Much It May Storm?) I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

Title: (What Do I Care How Much It May Storm?) I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm Theme: Day 4 - Snowman for @12daysofchristmas Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Cash Wheeler x OFC Warnings: talk of pregnancy/unplanned pregnancy Word Count: 1,004

Something's wrong with his girl. Normally they talk to each other about everything, but lately something's off. While she's joined them on the road for the week, he's worried that the snow storm that hit the city is nothing compared to the storm that their relationship might be facing. But maybe he's jumping to conclusions.

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[jo-harrington]

On-the-Job Training (A Store Manager Verse Story - Steve Harrington/Reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve has a crush on the Dippin' Dots cashier.

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Late Summer of 1985, Steve and Robin work at Scoops, Reader works at Dippin' Dots, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Enemies to Lovers(sort of?), Tie in with the Store Manager Verse

Note: Ok what started off as a silly little conversation about what flavor chapstick each ST character would use turned into this and I typically don't write Steve...but I had to give him some love.

Tagging my loves who were integral to that convo to thank them for inspiration especially Drac who started it all. This is for you bb. @dr-aculaaa @mopeymopeymouse @chestylarouxx @somnambulic-thing @fracturedarkness @br0ck-eddie

Technically slightly anachronistic because Dippin' Dots didn't open until 1988 but I'm a stickler for accuracy in the regular series. This is just a fun little do-dad.

You can find my masterlist here for more fics featuring pretty much exclusively Eddie Munson content but also a little Steve.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Largely unedited; I didn't even re-read it. It's might suck. Enjoy!

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"Ahoy! One U.S.S. Butterscotch!"

Steve never thought that this would be his future after graduation.

This summer he should have been living it up before he went away to college and made something of himself. Lifeguarding at the pool, going to all the parties, hanging out with his friends.

Instead, his life went to shit, Nancy Wheeler had broken up with him, he had gotten rejection letter after rejection letter from the schools he had applied to...and instead of working at the pool like he had every summer since he turned 16, he had a crappy job slinging ice cream at Scoops Ahoy of all places at the new StarCourt Mall.

"Thanks so much," the sweet lady who had placed the order smiled at him and handed the sundae to her son. "Look at that Frankie, your favorite." The little boy shot Steve a grin complete with his two front teeth missing and Steve melted a little bit.

Alright, it wasn't so bad. He got to make people smile, he got some spending money--which was nice since his dad had pretty much cut him off, although his mom was sneaking him some cash on the side.

"Look alive dingus," Robin called from the window separating the front of the ice cream parlor from the backroom. "Your schmoopsie poo is here."

"Shut up Rob!" Steve groaned through gritted teeth.

One of the perks of working at the mall was that he got to interact with people of all shapes and sizes and yeah...Steve had tried to use it as a means to get over Nancy. He'd had little hours-long crushes on fellow mall employees, customers, Robin--although working with her made that difficult--hell there was even a manager that had caught his eye towards the beginning of summer except he'd seen Eddie "The Freak" Munson of all people hanging around her.

Although after a few months of seeing Eddie around StarCourt not being a wastoid menace, Steve had to admit...well he wasn't that bad either.

The one who'd caught his eye the most though was you, and yeah...he'd developed an actual big little long-lasting crush.

You, who came around for a root-beer float most afternoons.

You, whose smile made his heart skip a little.

You in your pink polo, teal apron, and white visor with the words Dippin' Dots emblazoned on the front.

The enemy.

And you never let him forget it either.

Steve had been heart eyes over you the first time you had entered into Scoops territory to order your float. Undercover in casual summer clothes a week after the mall had opened. There was just something about you, your smile, your laugh.

Robin teased that he said that about everyone; Steve ignored her.

Then you opened your mouth and said the float was good but the service could have been better. That Steve should stop by Dippin' Dots sometime and see how it was really done.

Shots fired.

It really hurt at first. This was his first real job outside of the community pool, one he had been excited to get. He was really nice, tried his best; why didn't you think so?

"It's called flirting," Robin insisted. "God, you really suck, you know that? How can you ask people out willy nilly and then miss someone flirting with you right in front of your face? Flirt back next time."

So he did.

Every so often he'd mosey across the mall to your kiosk, order a small vanilla cup, and throw a little insult of his own your way. Usually something about how tiny balls of ice cream could never beat an actual scoop. Or about how you didn't count his change the right way, or that your visor was on crooked.

You wouldn't hesitate to get your own comment in. Especially about his choice in flavor.

"You work at an ice cream parlor and you order vanilla?" you questioned. "A hundred flavors to choose from at scoops; do you only get vanilla there too? Vanilla...is good but when you have variety? Order something exciting one day, and then we can talk business, Stevie."

Oof, it steamed him.

But not enough to stop playing the game.

And it left you both grinning so who was he to end the fun.

So when you showed up at Scoops today after not being around for a few days and your smile didn't reach your eyes like it usually did...Steve was suddenly overcome with...well he didn't really know.

"Ahoy, uh, sailor," he greeted and tried to put on his biggest award-winning, tip-earning smile.

"Ahoy," you replied weakly.

"Root beer float?" he asked, already heading over to the case to start scooping ice cream into a cup.

"Uh," you hesitated. "No, just...just a small vanilla cup today."

Steve froze and looked at you. Your shoulders were slumped, you had your visor in your hand, and you were pointedly avoiding eye contact with him.

What was...what was wrong with you?

Where was your fight? Where was your fire? Why, all of a sudden, was your game over?

"Hey, uhm," he coughed awkwardly. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, Steve," you nodded absently.

"You always get root beer."

"I just want vanilla today."

"The special is salted caramel? I can give you a sample if you're--"

"No, I just want vanilla," you cut him off and rolled your eyes. "You always get vanilla. Why is it a problem if I suddenly do? Vanilla is good too. Maybe vanilla is just...what we both want ok? Nothing else."

He was shocked. That wasn't playful annoyance in your voice; you were just...annoyed.

"Sure," he agreed. "Sure. One small vanilla coming right up."

He got your ice cream and rang you out, and as you were about to leave, he called after you.

"See you in a little while?" he asked.

"If you want." You waved goodbye and headed out of the ice cream parlor.

Steve turned and looked at Robin who simply rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"What just happened?" he asked.

"You're hopeless," she sighed and slammed the shutters on the window closed.

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Steve roamed around the mall on his break.

Typically, he'd make his way to Dippin' Dots but...that just seemed like a waste of time today.

He'd fixated on your visit for the rest of his shift until his break, analyzing everything he said, everything he did. Everything that could have made you mad at him.

Once he got Robin out of her hiding spot in the back room, he monologued all of his thoughts to her.

She watched him pace back and forth, called him a dingus a few times, a loser a few other times, and then finally sent him on his break with some last words.

"I know you're hearing everything they're saying Steve," she began. "But are you really listening? You just keep...ordering vanilla."

"Uh. Yeah. That's the game."

"It's not a game you...ughhhhh! GO!" She pointed to the exit. "Before I throttle you."

Why couldn't she just tell him? What had he done?

In his rumination, he'd been chewing at his lips. A habit he had pretty much done his entire life when he got nervous.

Shit, and he'd left his chapstick in the car; it was hot, it probably melted by now.

That was one of the little ways you made his life a little better...through your teasing. You had told him, once, that his lips looked dry.

"Maybe invest in some chapstick or something."

He'd gone to Melvald's that same night that you told him and got a 3-pack of strawberry chapstick. All the while wondering if it meant you had been looking at his lips for a while or...

But it was...just another little jab right? Another little flirt? Another part of your game?

Still, he never knew when you might show up so the chapstick became a constant--something that soothed him even, gave him courage--and he always had a tube tucked into the pocket of his shorts, or on the register, or in the cupholder of his car. To swipe on if he knew he was about to see you...or hoped he was.

And now...he desperately needed it, needed his strawberry chapstick--needed you--and it was nowhere to be found.

Steve stopped in his tracks and looked at the stores around him.

WaldenBooks, Regis Salon, JH Camera Repair.

Claires.

Bingo.

He'd seen little kids with their play makeup and sparkly plastic jewelry post up in one of the booths at Scoops after they spent their allowance money at Claire's. He had to find strawberry chapstick there. He'd even take cherry. Something.

Anything.

Steve crossed into the pink-and-purple-and-pop-music-filled oasis to a melodic "Welcome In" from the employee helping a little girl by the ear piercing booth. And as out of place as he felt, he was immediately relieved to see a wall full of eyeshadow palettes and glitter hairspray.

He closed the distance and frantically searched the wall, but it was all novelty makeup. There was one package of Dr. Pepper lip smackers, but the package was half-ripped and the cap was missing; he was a little worried but he figured it was better than nothing.

He was about to snatch it off the hook when that voice sounded behind him.

"Did you need help finding anything?" He immediately turned on his heel to find the employee--the manager, Eddie Munson's girlfriend--standing there in a flourish of tulle and fluorescent colors. "Oh! That's a customer favorite...looks like it's damaged though, let me just..."

She reached out to take the package but Steve reacted instinctually. He quickly grabbed it and clutched it to his chest.

"I don't mind," he tried to reason. "I don't care if it's missing the cap."

"Listen, I can't sell it to you if it's damaged," the manager explained. "It's just not safe. Is there anything else I can help you find though?"

She reached for the package again but he held it back.

"I need this," Steve tried again.

"Oh...kay."

"Because I messed up and this...you know the cashier down at the Dippin' Dots kiosk? Well...I don't know...I pissed them off or something and I just need to...go down and talk to them and I can't."

"So the lip balm is a gift for them? To make amends?"

"No...it's for me because my lips are dry." Steve sighed. "I...ok I know it sounds crazy, but I swear. It's...they got me to start using chapstick because they said my lips were dry and it's this thing we do. We go back and forth and we tease each other.

"But they're mad at me now, and they didn't...I mean they ordered vanilla. They never order vanilla. They hate it when I order vanilla."

"Uh huh." The manager's eyes went a little soft. "I'm not...really following the logic...but I get it."

"You do?"

"You like each other. But you're just...going back and forth. And no one has really...admitted it," she observed. She suddenly burst into laughter and Steve cocked his head to one side in confusion. "Sorry, sorry...it's just...whatafuckincoincidence.

"So are you the one who's afraid of being rejected? Or...are they...or..."

Cue the record scratch in Steve's head.

Rejection.

All summer...all year actually...Steve had been faced with one rejection after another. First Nancy, then all of the college applications, his dad and now...all of the little fleeting mall crushes that he'd asked out that had said no.

Robin had even made a scoreboard that sat in the back whenever someone turned him down.

He thought all this time...he'd become immune to it. But with you...it was easier to think it was just a game than to possibly face the reality that if he asked you out...you'd say no and then the little game would be ruined. And his hopes would be dashed.

He didn't realize that all of his waffling could potentially be hurting you too.

"Why don't you," the manager continued when Steve hesitated to answer, "go down there and talk to them? Even if they're mad at you. Communication is very important. I'm sure if you explain everything, or even...just show that you're willing to bridge the gap, they'd be willing to listen. The worst they could say is no, but if they're already mad, you have nothing to lose. See if they'll give you a chance."

"So I...shouldn't order vanilla this time?" He looked up at her and asked, recalling your words.

Order something exciting, and then we can talk business.

The door had been open for him to ask you out this whole time.

And that's why you ordered vanilla earlier. Because Vanilla meant...meant that this...flirtation...this game...wasn't going anywhere. He hadn't made a move, so you didn't want to wait anymore.

God, he was so stupid.

"Uh, no...don't do that," the manager smiled kindly. She reached out for the broken lip balm and took it from him. "I'll just...damage this out."

"Wait...but my lips are still dry," Steve floundered. "I still need chapstick."

"Do you think there's gonna be some kissing happening?" the manager's eyes narrowed. "I said talk to them, not...plant one on them."

"I just need...something," he begged. "Strawberry...if you have it."

"I think we have strawberry flavored lip gloss by the register."

"I'll take it."

---

So there Steve was, in the concourse by JCPenney, patiently waiting in the line for Dippin' Dots with sticky, strawberry-flavored lips tinted a very nice shade of pink.

As soon as he had swiped the gloss on...as silly as he had felt...he had been reminded of you.

"Next!" your voice sounded every so often and the line got shorter and shorter, and Steve's courage got weaker and weaker. The Claire's manager had been right though...communication...the worst you could tell Steve was "no."

"Next!" You'd be just another tally on Robin's scoreboard. And she could call him a dingus again. She really enjoyed doing that. So some good would at least come from his failure.

"Next!" He'd also get...a cup of Dippin' Dots which...if he had to admit, he kinda enjoyed. He got all the Scoops ice cream he wanted for free but this was different. Ice Cream of the Future and all that. He sort of expected Henderson to come up with something like this, the little nerd; well, if he could never show his face here again, he'd ask the kids if they could figure out how to make some kind of futuristic ice cream for him.

"Ne--oh!" Steve finally got to the front of the line and saw your shocked face. He smiled and waved as he approached the register.

"Hey," he greeted. "I told you I'd see you around."

"You did," you said flatly and scrunched your nose. "So...the usual? Small vanilla cup?"

"Uh no..." Steve said hesitantly. You raised an eyebrow in question. "I uh...can I get a large..."

"Large vanilla?" You sniffed.

"Large Rainbow Ice," he recited after squinting at the menu board. "It's time for something new."

You stared at him silently and Steve couldn't help but doubt himself.

What if Rainbow Ice was the wrong answer? Should he have gone with Banana Split? Shit he should have just stuck with Strawberry. It was his favorite. Strawberry chapstick, strawberry gloss, strawberry ice cream. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Yeah," you finally answered with a beaming smile and Steve's heart soared. "Yeah it is time for something new, isn't it?"

Next Part: Incremental Planning

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 10: Drunk Sex 🎃

Kenny Omega x f/Reader x Wardlow

Requested by @nicoleveno14

Kinktober 2023

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

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Oral (m & f receiving) cum swallowing. P in v. Unprotected sex.

Gifs do not belong to me. 1st gif @allelitewrestlings 2nd gif @debbiechanclub

WC 667

Tyson - Kenny Omega

WARDLOW'S POV:

I stood next to the bed, my cock on my hand, jerking it up and down, watching as Tyson was going down on her. Her hands were gripping his curly hair as she kept muttering, "Just like that. Oh fuck Tyson." As she ground her pussy against his face.

I was so enthralled by what I was watching, I didn't notice her look up at me until she said her name. "I need you, Michael."

"Where do you need me, sweetheart?" She answered by opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out. I got closer to the bed, and slapped the head of my cock against her tongue.

I slowly slid into her mouth, savouring this moment for the first time. I've been dreaming about this for months, even since she started working with Tyson and I.

The both of us wanted her but didn't want anyone to come between our friendship, so we didn't act on our lust for her.

That was until she invited us out for some drinks. The three of us took shot after shot until she was between us on the dance floor. Our hands and mouths on her, and her whimpering that she wanted us.

The three of us went back to her hotel room, and we made sure she still wanted this. When she took off her clothes, we didn't bother to ask again.

I was brought back to this moment when she gagged around my cock when I hit the back of her throat. I went to pull out, but she shook her head no.

I didn't move for a few moments, and then I pulled back and slowly started to thrust into her mouth, enjoying the moaning that was happening around my cock as Tyson continued to eat her out.

She pulled her mouth away, making me groan out in disappointment. "What the fuck Tyson." She said as he pulled away. He settled on his haunches between her legs, not answering her, but I gripped her head and turned her back towards my cock, forcing it back into her mouth.

Tyson slammed into her pussy, making her squeal around my cock.

KENNY OMEGA'S POV:

My pace was fast, I was basically bouncing off her as I fucked her. Her pussy was practically gripping my cock. Making me now want to ever leave her pussy.

"How's her pussy?" Michael asked me.

"Like heaven. So tight, so warm. So, wet." I groaned. "Like she was made for us to fuck her like this. How's her mouth?"

"So good. Taking it all and not complaining. Do you like being our good girl?" The moan that left her mouth and the nod of her head at the two of us groaning out her name.

She pulled her mouth off of Michael and cried out my name as I she came around my cock. I had to will myself not to follow right behind her.

I pulled out of her, nodding my head at Michael, we switched spots. Him slamming into her pussy and me down her throat.

"Fuck, you were right Tyson. Not gonna last long." He growled as he fucked her.

"You too Michael." I groaned. I gripped the back of her head, moving it up and down my cock until I shouted out her name, filling her mouth with my cum.

She tried to swallow it all, but there was too much. Some spilt out the corners of her mouth.

I pulled out, and she was gasping for air, but Michael took my spot and shoved his cock down her throat, groaning as he too came down it.

All three of us were trying to catch our breaths.

My half-hard cock twitched at the sight of her licking her lips.

"When you two are ready, I want one in my ass, and one in my pussy."

Let's me just say it didn't take long for us to get hard again, pouding into both holes with her between us.

Day 9: Double Penetration - Cash Wheeler ● Day 11: Erotic Photos - Darius Martin

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[eldritch-thrumming]

Nancy Wheeler has always considered herself to be a practical kind of person. She keeps to her schedule, she gets her work done, she makes good decisions for her future. That’s why she can’t believe she’s ended up here, stuck at a minimum wage job at the new Starcourt Mall.

If she’s really honest with herself, Nancy can admit that it was a little bit of wishful thinking and a lot of overconfidence that led her here. She’d applied for a really competitive internship out in Indianapolis for the summer and she’d been so sure she was going to get it. Her application was impeccable and she’d thought the interview had gone so well that she’d quit her after school job at the Hawkins Post that same day. All she’d been allowed to do there was order the office lunches and make coffee on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays anyway, so it wasn’t like it was some kind of great loss to her. She’d practically added a line to the resume that was sitting in her desk drawer just waiting to be turned in to college admissions offices in the fall. 

And then the call hadn’t come. She’d waited two weeks and then finally given in and called the Indianapolis Star to ask about the status of her application. She’d held the phone in a white knuckle grip as the man on the other end had told her that, while she’d certainly been impressive in her interview, they’d decided to go in a different direction. They’d be sure to keep her in mind for any future positions, he’d assured her. She’d said “thank you” and slammed the phone back into its cradle; she knew exactly what men like that meant when they used the words “different direction.”

So now, Nancy Wheeler was trudging out to the new mall all the way across town everyday, wearing a ridiculous sailor costume and slinging ice cream alongside Eddie Munson, Hawkins High’s resident drug dealer and repeat senior. If anyone asked her--not that they ever would--she’d tell them this was far stranger than watching a demogorgon rip its way through the walls of the Byers house. Stranger by a long shot.

~*~

Eddie Munson’s not sure how he got here. He’d had a good thing going with Reefer Rick. Decent weed, a place to crash when he didn’t feel like sleeping at the trailer, and a pretty great gig that paid the bills.

And then Rick had to go and get himself arrested. Without Rick, Eddie’s supply completely dried up and he had no other real connections in this shitty little town. So what was a guy to do? He couldn’t lay around the trailer all day. He had tapes to buy and gigs to get to. It wasn’t like he could go an entire summer without a cash flow. He’d only really had one option: the new shining temple to the great evils of Capitalism.

That’s how he found himself pulling on the most demeaning sailor uniform in existence every morning and taking his place next to Nancy Wheeler, the princess of Hawkins, behind the counter at Scoops Ahoy, preparing for a summer full of obnoxious tweens and their even more obnoxious mothers. It was going to be a long three months.

~*~

“Where’s Nancy?”

Eddie sighs, but doesn't take his eyes off the Rolling Stone he’s flipping through at the counter. Thank god for whoever’d left it at their table earlier this afternoon.

“Would it hurt you to be polite? What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you?’ ‘Could you please tell me where my sister is?’” Eddie says, finally looking up from his magazine to see little Wheeler scowling at him. Mike reaches over to slam his palm against the bell on the counter, something he knows drives Eddie absolutely insane.

“Hi, hello, how are you? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my darling sister is?” Mike responds, tone dripping with sarcasm.

Eddie sighs again, then calls out, “Wheeler, your demon spawn are here.”

Nancy comes shoving through the door to the backroom with clean ice cream scoops in one hand and a box of little pink sample spoons in the other. Her scowl matches Mike’s.

“I’m not letting you use our mall access for another free movie. Grow up, Mike,” she says, before Mike or his friends can even say anything.

“Come on, Nance, please?” Mike whines. “Will wants to see Day of the Dead and you know we can't get tickets for it.”

Eddie’s eyes shift from Mike to Will, who’s making the biggest, sweetest angel eyes over at Nancy. Eddie can’t help but snort; these kids are good.

“Ugh, fine! But this is the last time.” Nancy shoves the ice cream scoops into their slots by the coolers and then slides the box of spoons toward Eddie, who ignores them. Eddie watches as Nancy leads the kids into the back room. He’s flipped through a couple of more pages of his magazine before she’s back.

“You just got played, Wheeler,” he tells her as she opens the spoons Eddie had left untouched.

“Will’s... been through a lot. He deserves to see a damn movie.” Nancy doesn’t seem like she wants to elaborate on what she means by that, so Eddie lets it drop.

“How’d you end up here at Scoops anyway? Doesn’t seem like something Nancy Wheeler of all people would be that in to.”

Nancy sighs. “Thought I was gonna get this perfect internship in Indianapolis, but... I didn’t, obviously. My options were limited by the time school ended.” She works on replacing the spoons for a moment, before she says, “What about you? Red, white, and blue don’t really seem like your colors, no offense.”

“None at all taken, Wheeler,” Eddie smirks. “Let’s just say, I’m not that interested in seeing what the inside of a jail cell looks like right now.”

Nancy hums in response but doesn’t ask him to elaborate. Eddie knows his reputation often precedes him. He’s kind of into that, anyway. 

Nancy rounds the counter with a rag to start cleaning sticky puddles of melted ice cream off the tables and Eddie returns to his magazine. They work in silence for the remainder of their shift.

~*~

Two days later, Eddie’s back behind the counter with that same Rolling Stone he keeps stashed under the cash register. He’s read the damn thing front and back so many times, he’s practically got it memorized.

“Hey, is Nance here?”

Eddie doesn’t have to look up to know who’s asking, but he does anyway. His eyes snap up to meet Steve Harrington’s gaze and he can feel his own heart racing a mile a minute. Of course the first time Eddie sees Steve Harrington after graduation, he’s wearing these stupid fucking sailor shorts. He feels his cheeks burning red.

“Uh, she’s on break. You need something?” Nancy usually takes her break in the back room, but today she’d apparently forgotten to bring her lunch, so she's gone out to the food court.

“Oh, uh. Yeah, just two scoops of strawberry, please? In a cone,” Steve glances to his left and Eddie becomes aware of the girl standing at his side for the first time. He vaguely recognizes her from school, thinks maybe she plays the trombone or the trumpet or something dorky like that. “You want anything?” Steve nudges the girl with her elbow.

“Can I get the Banana Boat with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, please? And extra whipped cream,” the girl says.

“That’s for four people,” Eddie tells her, raising his eyebrows.

The girl just smiles and then Steve says, “You've never seen her eat, man, it’s like a snake unhinging its jaw to swallow a baby whole, seriously.” He pulls out his wallet as he speaks. 

Eddie laughs nervously. “I’ll take your word for it. That all?”

Steve smiles, seemingly pleased that Eddie laughed at his joke. “That’s it, man, thanks.”

Eddie tells him the total, takes his money, and then works on the Banana Boat for Robin. He slides it across the counter to her and watches as her eyes light up at the mountain of whipped cream he’d piled on top. Eddie grabs a cone and scoops out some strawberry. And so what if he makes the scoops just a little bigger than he normally would?

Eddie hands the cone to Steve over the counter, their fingertips brushing.

“Thanks,” Steve says, and his pink tongue darts out to catch a piece of ice cream that’s about to fall from the cone. Eddie’s brain short circuits watching him. “Can you tell Nancy we stopped by?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Eddie hopes his voice doesn’t sound as strangled and strained as he thinks it does.

Steve takes another lick from his cone. Eddie’s eyes track the movement hungrily. “Wow, this is great. We’ll definitely be back. See you around?” Steve smiles at him again and Eddie feels like he can’t breathe. He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to, so he just nods and waves, which makes Steve’s smile grow bigger before he’s turning and guiding the girl out of the store and into the busy mall. Eddie watches them go, eyes fixed out the door long after they’ve disappeared from view.

~*~

Nancy sits at the food court and contemplates her life. She’s seventeen years old, working at an ice cream shop, and sneaking her kid brother into R rated movies. How did it all come to this? 

She knew her job at the Hawkins Post had been a dead end. She was supposed to be a journalism intern, but they’d treated her like their own personal assistant and didn’t even allow her to sit in on pitch meetings or read any drafts before they were sent to print. She’d encouraged Jonathan to take on the photography internship and he’d had more access to the actual news writing than she ever had.

Nancy didn’t consider herself a particularly bitter person, but that had left a terrible taste in her mouth. She knew it wasn’t Jonathan’s fault, that it was a flaw in the system not in how Jonathan saw her, but she couldn’t stomach it when he defended the way she was treated. He was always telling her they were interns and they were just lucky to be there. He didn’t get it.

That’s why she hadn’t felt too bad about breaking things off when she’d quit the Post, so sure that she was destined for bigger and better things out in Indianapolis. Nancy loved Jonathan, she really, really did, and they’d been through so much together. But Jonathan’s ambitions had never really matched her own and she couldn’t ask him to wait around for her all summer, not when she wasn't sure she even wanted to come back. Besides, she was seventeen. No one met the love of their life at seventeen.

“Hey, Nance!” Nancy hears someone call to her from across the food court. Her neck snaps up from where she’s been staring at the congealed yellow substance masquerading as cheese on her fries to see Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley walking toward her. Steve’s got a dripping pink cone in his hand and Robin’s got a half eaten Banana Boat. Nancy sighs. She doesn’t like it when people she knows see her in this stupid fucking outfit.

“Hey, Steve,” she says, trying her bast to smile. “How’s it going?”

“Ah, you know, doing this stupid fucking job my dad got me for the summer,” Steve tells her. Nancy had heard something about Steve getting hired at the Post not long after she’d quit. She hadn’t really been able to believe it, but Mr. Harrington pulling some strings for his son made a lot of sense. “This is Robin, she’s another intern there. I think you guys are the same year?”

“Yeah, I know Robin,” Nancy smiles at the girl next to Steve, who seems too preoccupied with the half melted concoction in her hands to really pay attention to Nancy and Steve’s conversation.

“We were just stopping in to Scoops to see you,” Steve tells her. “Thought you were still at the Post, but then Jonathan said you’d quit? Dustin mentioned you were here now.” 

“Yeah, you know, thought I’d get some real-world experience. Make some money. Develop some people skills.” Nancy doesn’t want to admit that she’d made such a huge mistake, doesn't want anyone to know how sure she’d been, only to be shot down in a single phone call. It’s bad enough that Jonathan and Eddie know just how foolish she’d been and she doesn’t even really care what Eddie thinks of her, which is the whole reason she’d even told him in the first place. 

“Right.” Steve gets that little frown line in between his brows that Nancy had once thought was the cutest thing ever, back in another life. “Well, we have to get back so...”

“Yeah, no, me too. Break’s almost over. Can’t leave Munson alone with all that ice cream for too long.” It’s a lame joke. Nancy can relate.

She gathers her half-eaten fast food and heads for the trash can. She tries her hardest not to look back at Steve and Robin as she walks back toward Scoops.

Inspired by this post.

#nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #ronance #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #steddie fic #I posted a shorter version of this and it FLOPPED so hopefully people like this? idk #steve harrington #robin buckley #Nancy Eddie friendship when??? #steddie blurb #my writing

[captainshurley]

Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 3)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Previous chapter

In the morning, Wheeler woke up with a bad hangover. His head was buzzing literally to the point of nausea. There were a bottle of water and a couple headache pills on the table next to him that made him feel a little better. "I don't remember bringing all this stuff yesterday. I don't remember a lot of things though. Like how I got home, for example." As he got out of bed, he felt his muscles aching, especially his arms and legs. Strange. Enough time had passed since the last match that the effects were hardly bothering him anymore.

"Cashy, baby, if you're up already, I'm at the kitchen making some breakfast for us," Dan heard a woman's voice from the first floor, making his head start to hurt again.

Wheeler looked around and saw a few obviously feminine things scattered around the room. He had definitely not left the party alone. He tried to remember the girl's name... Mandy? Barbara? Nah... Maybe Kristen?

"Don't remember."

He put on his shorts and went down to the kitchen, where the smell of breakfast wafted through the house.

"Morning, beautiful," Daniel found a solution so he couldn't go wrong with the name.

"Morning, tiger boy" the girl smiled at him and placed a plate of fried eggs and bacon on the table "Sit down, everything is ready."

Dan took a seat at the table and looked around the girl trying to remember anything after all. The girl was indeed quite attractive and sexy. This was especially emphasized by his t-shirt, which she wore for comfort. But her voice was something impossible. It was so high, it sounded like it could be tortured. Moments began to surface in my mind.

A few shots in company. Lots of funny conversations. He texts someone in DM on Instagram. "SHIT! I'll have to check who I wrote to and what I wrote. Hopefully not Tony." Then he's already in Stacey's company. Kissing, cab, sex.

"Thanks for breakfast, Stacey, but I..." started Dan, pushing his plate away, but he was interrupted by the girl herself.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't blab to anyone about our relationship. They'll be a secret."

WTF?!

"Wait, wait a second, relationship? You misunderstood me... I may have, yesterday, acted like an asshole, but this one is all..." Dan gestured around them both "it's just a onetime thing. Not a relationship. Sorry" He fell silent and for the first time in the conversation raised his eyes to the girl.

The girl froze in place, clearly not expecting this turn of events. She seemed ready to burst into tears.

"WHAT?!" her voice cut through the tense silence in the house, hitting his ears. "You mean I'm just a whore to you! I can't believe it! Yesterday you were so polite and attentive. Talking the whole-time during sex about how good I was for you and how good you felt with me, and it was just a one-time thing?!"

She slapped him and quickly ran upstairs to the bedroom, apparently to look for her clothes.

Wheeler rubbed his cheek burning from the slap. "Deservedly so," he thought. He himself didn't understand why he was acting this way. He had been in serious, long-term relationships where he really cared about his girlfriends. But after the last breakup, something changed inside him. He closed himself off from others, started acting like a man who doesn't want anything serious and lives for one moment. Only a few people knew the real him and saw him "playing his role for others".

A couple minutes later, the front door slammed, announcing that Stacy had left.

Cash found his phone and logged onto Instagram. A picture of Harwoods with a girl he met at a party last night appeared in the feed. Recalling again that he had been texting someone, he opened his private messages and found a conversation with a user under the nickname "Tiny Cherry." Apparently, that was the person he had wrote to yesterday. He opened the message and began to reread it.

"I'm certainly not a criminal, but I wouldn't mind you handcuffing me."

Ugh. How gross.

"Disgusting" replied Tiny Cherry.

Wheeler opened Tiny Cherry's account and realized that this was the girl who had introduced herself to him at the party as y/n. Daniel himself became disgusted at how disgusted his pickup line sounded.

He went back to the dialog, quickly typed "Sorry" and hit send.

Dan closed Instagram, went to messages with David, and sent a message to him "I think I fucked up.”

Y/n had spent her entire work shift with her partner keeping the streets in order for some important person to arrive.

She was distracted for a second by an Instagram post, but her partner managed to notice the change in the girl's face.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, stepping a little closer.

"Uh, no. It's just some guy sent a really dumb ride yesterday, and now apparently he's realized how disgusting it is."

Y/n turned the phone's screen toward her partner so he could read it. At first, her partner's face expressed nothing but amusement with a dash of mild disgust. There are a lot of guys who text this kind of thing to girls, for reasons unknown. It certainly wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last. But when he saw the name "Cash Wheeler" and opened the profile to see if it was really the person he thought it was, his expression changed. It now expressed pure surprise.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"Wait, you're being hit on by Cash Wheeler! Seriously????"

"Well yeah, it looks like it. Not a big deal" not really paying much attention to who exactly is doing it replied y/n and put the phone away.

"Y/n, it's not. From what I've heard about him h, he's a pretty good opportunity to switch things up after your past relationship."

"I don't think it's time already and that he is the right person. I don't want one-night stands or friends with benefits. Hell, I don't even know him!"

Harwood and Wheeler met at lunchtime for a short workout at the gym. While they were changing, Daniel told all what he had done.

"What did you do?! You did exactly what I asked you not to do, Dan!". Harwood was clearly pissed at the way his friend had acted.

"I know, I know! I screwed up. And I'm really sorry. I already texted her that I'm sorry, but she read it and didn't say anything back. I don't know what else to do to make it right. She seemed nice and I guess I really liked her. Not like the others, you know" Wheeler tried to defend himself.

David was silent for a while, calming down and considering something.

The silence was getting more and more pressing with each passing second. It got to the point where Daniel thought for a moment that his best friend was about to hit him. He wouldn't even be surprised if that happened, because everyone knew about David's reverent attitude toward his friends and loved ones. And even the fact that you are one of those friends won't save you. 

Thinking of the situation, David assured himself that maybe y/n liked his best friend because they had been through similar situations. Each of them had chosen their own way of how to deal with it all.

"Do you really like her?" asked Harwood after a while to his friend.

"Yeah, I think so" replied Daniel lowering his gaze down.

"Okay, I'll talk to her. But if you really want to get her you have to promise me you won't hurt her and you'll be patient. She's not the kind of girl who's gonna jump in your arms with you on the third day. Show understanding, consideration, care and don't pressure her into anything. Promise me that."

"I promise, Dav."

Wheeler always kept his word no matter what and Harwood always knew it.

In the evening, David called y/n and took a long time choosing his words and tried to explain to her everything that had happened and apologized many times for his friend.

"It's not your fault, David. I did nothing to apologize for. Your friend acted like a douchebag, but I'll forget him and let go of the situation."

"Then I'll invite you to the dinner on Sunday if you are Free. He'll be there if you're don't mind" Suggested Harwood already planning how he would properly introduce Daniel to her.

"Okay, it's a deal. Dinner on Sunday. Say hi to Maria" replied y/n and a smile could be heard in her voice.

"I will. Goodnight y/n." 

The fact that y/n had agreed to at least be in the same space as Daniel was already a good sign. Perhaps something would actually come of this.

"Good night, David."

Next chapter

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[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Cash Wheeler Road Trip One Shot

Requested and Idea by: @princessmermaid1289

I’m really sorry this took so long to write and post. I hope you enjoy 😊

The Joshua Tree part was inspired by Cash’s Instagram

The adrenaline of last night’s pay per view Double or Nothing in Las Vegas was fading away in the early Monday sunlight. Your boyfriend of two-year Cash Wheeler had put on a great match; and you were there cheering for him in the first-row front and center. You almost didn’t make it through, your flight was delayed, and you didn’t even have time to run your suitcase to the hotel room. This was a huge difference compared to last year. The year before Cash asked you to come the week of the show. You were able to spend time at the pool, spa, seen shows, and had an all-access backstage pass to all things AEW related, Cash would find you at any spare moment he had. You both decided your vacation time should be after the biggest show of the year. Although cash suggesting Las Vegas was a huge surprise. While you didn’t mind spending a couple days in a city, Cash hated it. He told you traveling into cities often made him feel anxious, overwhelmed, and crowded. And you could see him start to get a little twitchy if he was away from the outdoors for a couple days.

The two of you were sitting in one of the hotels outside restaurant finishing up breakfast. Cash finished his orange juice in one gulp, “how upset would you be if I told you we weren’t staying in Vegas?”

You smiled “what if I told you I didn’t even unpack my bag, because I knew you were done with this place?”

The server dropped of the check. “I am one lucky man; I love you Duckling.” (Cash had no problem using the silly pet name he had for you in public or in front of anyone.) He grabbed a couple of bills out of his wallet and threw them on the table. Then he took your hand into his and helped you out of your seat. “I hope you like all the surprises I planned for you.”

“Cash I would love just spending the day with you at home in the backyard binge watching tv. I don’t need surprises.”

“I know,” Cash pulled you closer to him and whispered in your ear, “but I love watching you light up when you see them.”

A car rental place was not what you were expecting, but neither was the gas station convenience store. Where Cash had you fill up a cooler with both your favorite junk food snacks and drinks.

The car rental car attendant drove up to the two of you in a beautiful vintage blue pick up truck, one of Cash’s dream cars. He shook the employees’ hand, signed the last contract paper, and began to load the cooler and suitcases. Cash helped you into the truck, and put your safety belt on, before walking over to his side. As he adjusted the mirrors and plugged in his phone to the updated car radio. He asked, “any idea on the change of plans?”

You pretended to be stumped and think hard, “hmm…I am going to guess a road trip.”

Cash put his arm over your seats and backed out of the spot, a move that still made your belly feel like butterflies were flapping around in there. “Obviously that, but where too?” You shrugged. “I’ll give you a hint big trees.”

You gasped, “Joshua Tree?”

Before dating Cash, you had never traveled before, and it felt like Cash had been everywhere. It made a small part of you feel sad that the two of you would never experience a first place together. Then one day you were reading a book that mentioned the national park. You asked Cash a question about it, and he revealed that he had never been there. Since that day it became your mission to go there with Cash. And it was finally happening.

Joshua Tree Park was almost four hours away, the drive was all highway and long winding roads with nothing to see. Sometimes Cash was driving eighty miles an hour and sometime 20 miles an hour. It could make a drive like this feel like forty hours. Not with Cash though he kept one hand on the wheel and the other hand held onto yours. His confidence at the wheel and his sweetness still made your heartbeat faster. The drive was filled with talking, sometimes serious like why you wanted kids or not, sometimes light heated about funny movies. In between talks Cash’s phone played his favorites: Eric Church, Koe Wetzel, and your favorites as well: One Republic and Maren Morris.

The sun was starting to set when signs started to read Joshua Tree State Park 5 miles, 3 miles, 1 mile away. You pulled your brown hair into a messy knot on top of your head, hoping Cash remembered to book some type of hotel. With the early summer crowds, it would be impossible to find short notice lodging.

“Don’t worry Duckling,” of course, the love of your life noticed you playing with your hair, the tick you did when you began to worry. Cash kissed the back of the hand he was still holding, before turning down a random road.

The two of you drove down the gravel and dirt for about five minutes, you took your hair out and into a ponytail two more times. The gas tank was closer to E than you felt comfortable and there was nothing on this road. You were just about to ask Cash if he should turn around when a bonfire came into view. And it wasn’t just a campfire, but also a small cozy looking cabin, in front of woods just waiting to be explored.

Cash looked over and smirked “you think I wouldn’t plan a head?” He kissed the inside of your wrist before stopping the car. He stepped out of the truck and quickly walked around to help you out of the vehicle. Cash noticed you eyeing the fire and whispered. “I had the Airbnb host stock up on smore supplies just for you Duckling.” The cabin was unlocked by a code, and it was a huge shock. It was clean and modern inside, but still comfortable feeling. The outside representing Cash and the inside representing you, it was the perfect blend of the two of you.

The fire outside had dyed out, the smores were long gone, and it was late, very late. Tomorrow was going to be long and the two of you knew you should wake up early but that didn’t stop you the two of you. In the cabin master room, Cash had turned on the fireplace before sharing a long bubble bath with you.

Afterwards you two played a couple rounds of uno as The Office played in the background. Now the tv was off and cards were put away, Cash was spooning you and his body heat a long with the super soft blankets and fire were making you sleepy. He was listing off all the things you two had planned to find at Joshua Tree Park, the last thing you felt and heard before falling asleep was Cash kissing your forehead and whispering “I love you.”

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Hey!! Could you possibly do a Cash Wheeler x reader one where the house of blacks Julia hurts the reader really bad just to get into Cash’s head and they tell him it’s all his fault and Cash, Dax and Daniel have to try to save Cash’s wife.❤️

Saviour

Cash Wheeler X Fem Reader X Malakai Black (word count 3.2K)

An: I have no idea how this happened but this ended up turning into the reader cheating on Cash with Malakai and joining the house of black. I have no idea how but it just happened. 

Summary: House of Black kidnaps Cash’s wife Y/n and newborn son. They tell Cash all of this is his fault and Malakai promises to show her what a real man can do. What happens when their powers are too strong and Y/n ends up joining HOB and becomes Queen alongside Malakai Black. 

PURE FILTHY SMUT WITH MALAKAI BLACK AND Y/N!

Mentions of kidnapping, blood, swearing, cheating, lactation kink, oral F receiving, creme pie, squirting, just pure filthy smut!  I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me. This is also the only time I will write Smut about HOB! 

Main Masterlist Cash Wheeler Masterlist (This has NOT been proof read!)

I felt it in my gut that something was wrong, all day I felt sick. “You alright man? You don’t look so good” Dax asked me “No, I’m just worried about Y/n. She’s not picking up her phone and I think my security system is down. I can’t see anything through the cameras'' Dax looked at me with a concerned look. “I’m sure Y/n’s alright, you need to relax Cash. They can’t hurt her. She’s at home safe with the baby” The ‘they’ Dax was referring to was the House of black. Our rivalry with them had reached another level when they started going after Dax’s wife and daughter. They started to threaten my family and I wanted to murder them. I made sure to get a new security system installed with a guard at the driveway to calm my mind when we were on the road. “Hey, sorry to interrupt but we are on next” Daniel Garcia interrupted us. Tonight we were supposed to end things. It would be FTR and Daniel Garcia VS House Of Black to put all of this to an end. Little did we know it was only the beginning. 

We were first to make our entrance, Daniel, Dax and I stood in the center of the ring waiting for House of Black to make their entrance. They never did. Instead a video started to play on the screens in the arena. “I’ll give it to you Cash, I thought no one loved you. Turns out I was wrong. That’s unfortunate, you see if you just joined us none of this would have happened in the first place. Now you will pay for your sins” Said Malakai Black. I didn’t quite understand what he was talking about at first. I knew all of this was just to get in my head. That was until the camera turned to show my house. Those fuckers were at my house. I wanted to run, I wanted to stop them but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was hours away, so I had no choice but to watch the events that unfolded before my eyes. 

My front door had been broken down, windows were shattered. Malakai walked slowly into my home admiring the decor, smashing whatever remained. I felt my heart drop when Malakai started going up the stairs, I knew where he was going. I knew who he was going to see. I felt my blood boil as I saw the destroyed nursery, my little baby boy cried from his crib as Malakai picked him up. “Shhhh, it’s okay little one. I’m here now. I will raise you as my own. Your father is a failure, he couldn't even protect his own family how pathetic.” I tried to run but Dax and Daniel held me back. All I could think about was Y/n, was she alright? As Malakai cradled my baby in his arms he then moved the camera down. There I found my wife. She was on her knees, Brody holding one arm while Buddy held the other. “And what about your pretty little wife? She’s a feisty one. I really didn’t want to hurt her but I had no choice. She sure is stronger than you Cash, she had fight in her, something you lost long ago.” I was going to murder them. Julia pulled Y/n by her hair so I could get a good glimpse of her face. Her nose and lips were bloody, I assumed it was a broken nose. That made me even more angry. “He’s going to fucken kill you” Y/n spat. Malakai bent down so he was now face to face with Y/n. “I like her, it’s a shame she had to settle for someone like you Cash. She deserves someone better. Someone who can take care of her, someone who can protect her. She’s way out of your league. But don’t worry Cash, she’s in good hands. I promise you I’ll take care of her. She’s mine now. I’ll show her what a real man can do '' Y/n spit in Malakai’s face “You shouldn't have done that beautiful. Finish her” 

I don't know what happened next, I ran out of that arena as fast as I could. I was going to kill them. 

I drove for what felt like forever. I was obviously speeding but I had no choice I needed to get to my family. Daniel and Dax said they would help but this was something I needed to do on my own. When I finally reached my house I saw just how destroyed the place was. Everything that wasn’t nailed down was broken. Who would do such a thing, this never needed to go this far. I called for my wife but there was no response. I searched every square inch of that house and came empty handed. The last place I looked was the nursery as I couldn't bare to look at it. When I entered the room I was greeted with darkness. I felt sick to my stomach, I cried, I wanted to puke. All of this was my fault. Dried blood stained the floor. The walls were spray painted with satanic things, they took my babies. I held on a stuffed bear I gifted my son when he was first born and I cried. They were right, this was my fault. I wasn’t a man, I was weak. Y/n deserved someone better, someone who could protect her. I put her through so much within the past few months that I was waiting for the day she would leave me but she never did. For god sakes there’s a warrant out for my arrest and now I have to deal with house of black’s attacks. All I wanted to do was curl up and die, my life wasn’t worth living if I didn’t have Y/n in it. But that was what they wanted. They wanted me to give up, they wanted to prove that I was weak but I wasn’t. I searched around for any clues to where they could possibly be and found a piece of paper crumpled up underneath the rocking chair. It was a address, that must be where they are. I called Dax and Daniel, telling them to meet me at the address. I went into my safe, grabbed some weapons and was out of there. As I was leaving something shiny caught my eye, it was Y/n’s wedding ring. I didn’t care if I went to jail after all of this, I was going to kill them. 

When I finally came to that’s when everything hit. I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know where my baby was. What I did know was that I had a massive headache and a broken nose. I didn’t know who I was more mad at, Cash for letting this rivally get this far or House of black for making it get this far. “Well look who’s finally wake” Said Malakai Black. “Where the fuck am I and where is my baby?” I asked the man who stood before me “Your safe, I’m going to make sure nothing ever bad ever happens to you again. I’m going to make you my queen. I’ll give you whatever you want. Together we can rule the kings of the black throne. Don’t worry, our little prince is safe. Julia is taking good care of him. Now if I untie you will you behave like a good girl? I don’t like seeing you tied up like a pet” I felt sick when he referred to Cash and my son as ‘our’ little prince. That was MY baby. “He’s going to find me, he’s going to kill you” “Now baby, I sure hope he finds you. That would be even more pathetic if he doesn’t at least try and save you? The thing is he will fail. I know you don’t realize it yet but you soon will. You will see that Cash is no man. He’s a criminal who’s hiding from the feds. All it takes is one call and he’s gone for good. Would you rather raise a baby on your own while your man rots in a cell or would you want to rule the world with me? The choice is yours” 

I didn’t know what to say. As much as I hated to admit it Malakai did have a point. “You know I’m right. If you aren't 100% sure yet let me show you. Let me show you what a real man can do, show you what a real man feels like.” I knew it was wrong but I let Malakai kiss me. I stopped fighting it, I knew it would be no use. He kissed with such passion, it was rough, it was hard. It was something I hadn’t experienced in so long. “There you go baby, just let go. Let me please you. I know that vanilla man can’t make you cum” I knew this was wrong, for fucks sake this man kidnapped me. It took everything for me to pull away from him. I couldn't do it. “I can’t, I can’t do this” I told him “You can't but I know you want to. I know there is that dark side inside that is waiting to be let out. I can feel it. It’s calling to me, It turns me on baby, look how hard you make me. Oh, how I envy Cash. I understand why he’s been hiding you, you are just absolutely gorgeous. Everything about you is beautiful. Your eyes, your lips, your delicious curves. Oh god, I just know you taste so good. I know you are sweet as pie, I can’t wait to taste you” I hated the way this man was turning me on. I hated everything about this but for some reason, I couldn't do anything about it. I haven’t felt anything in so long. Malakai was right. I was turning him on. I could tell by the bulge in his pants he was huge. I could feel my core ache at it. I couldn't believe that I was really going to do this. I had never cheated on anything in my life. I felt so guilty but I was hypnotized. 

“Can you at least turn the lights off?” I asked. I could see the look in Malakai’s eyes switch. They were now dark and filled with desire. “Anything for you my queen. You don’t even have to lift a finger, make me do all the work. I want to show just what a real man can do”

As I watched Malakai get up and dim the lights I noticed that the room I was in was a bedroom. I was sitting on the ground of the velvet room. How did I not notice that? Malakai returned and carefully helped me off the ground and placed me on the comfortable bed. He removed his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. Fuck was he hot, his body was covered in tattoos, I wanted to trace them, I wanted to lick them. What the fuck was wrong with me? Who am I becoming? I let him kiss me, he started at my ankles and worked his way up to my neck, kissing and sucking at my most sensitive parts. I let Malakai remove my shirt and my pants, he was delicate. I felt his clothed bulge against my core as he was now on top of me. He left marks on my neck and chest. He removed my bra and started sucking on my sensitive nipples, I felt him moan around the flesh and it made me squirm. I could feel him getting even harder. “Fuck, your lactating. That is so hot. Oh god, baby I’m going to cum in my pants like a teenager. You taste like heaven. I’m going to suck you dry” His words turned me on. My oversensitive nipples ached by his touch. He sucked and bit on one before switching to the other. Making sure they were both loved. He started to grind on me as he did this, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I needed to feel him closer. I had never experienced this before, Cash wouldn't even suck my boobs when I had a clogged milk dud and Malakai was over here sucking me dry. I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

“What do you want baby, tell me what you need” I was struggling to form words, my body was on fire “Use your words. Tell me what you want me to do to you?” “I need to feel you, I need you in me,” I told him. I didn’t even recognize myself, my voice was so desperate. “That’s my girl. I want that too but first I need to taste you. I need to get you ready to take me. Feel how big I am” Malakai moved my hand to his clothed erection, fuck was he huge. “See, I’m going to make you cum on my tongue then I’ll fuck you like a real man” 

Everything was too much, tears of pleasure streamed down my face. Malakai was everything I needed and so much more. He knew what he was doing, the way he sucked and bit everything perfectly was enough to make me cum on the spot. When he added three fingers to the mix I was a goner. He pulled two orgasms from me and now he was working on a third. “I know you can do it baby, you are so close. Give it to me, just let go” “I can’t, I can’t do it. It’s too much” I cried out. “I know, I know baby, just give me one more and I’ll fuck you. You just taste so good, I can’t help myself” A small part of me felt bad about doing this to Cash but I needed this. Malakai continued the assault on my pussy, eating me out like his life depended on it. He moved his hands on my uterus, pushing hard on my stomach, triggering my orgasm. I cried out in pleasure, I never came so hard in my life. He lapped up every drop I left. Thankfully he gave me a few minutes to collect myself before he got back on top of me. I was able to taste myself on his lips and moaned at the taste. He kissed away my tears, filling me with praises. “Are you sure you still want me? I already proved I am a real man and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Are you sure you can handle it? Am I too big for you angel” Truth be told, I wound’t be able to walk for a week if I let him fuck me. On the other hand, when would I get another chance like this? 

“I want to make you feel good” I told him softly “Oh baby, you have already made me feel good” “I need you in me” I told him “Whatever you say baby” Once he removed his boxers I was able to see just how massive he was. The head of his dick was angry, cum already spilling from the tip. He was ready to burst, I needed him to fill me up. He stretched me out perfectly, my brain turned into mush as he pounded into me. It didn’t take long for either of us to cum. His thrusts were hard, they were so deep, they hurt so much but felt so good at the same time. “Fuck, I’m so close baby. If you keep squeezing me like that I won’t be able to pull out” Without thinking I blurted out “Cum in me, fuck, please fill me up. I need it, I need it so bad” I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him close. “What a little slut” Malakai spat and it just turned me on even more. It took a few more thrusts from him to cum. My senses were on overdrive, this orgasm was hard, it triggered my fourth orgasm of the night. I ended up squirting hard all over him. Something I had never done in my life. “Oh fuck” Malakai yelled out “And she can squirt! I’m never going to let you leave” He continued to fuck us through our highs before we collapsed on the bed. 

“This is it, this is the address” I told Dax and Daniel “So you're telling me they are in here?” Dax asked, referring to the big castle-like mansion that appeared before us. We broke in through the side door and searched the place looking for Y/n and my son. “Uh guys, I think I found Y/n” said Daniel. I followed him and entered a dark room. There I found Y/n and Malakai sitting on two thrones. The other members of HOB surrounded them. “You're too late, she’s mine now. You really were a shit husband. It’s a good thing I found her. I’ll take good care of her. Together we will rule the kings of the black throne” Said Malakai. I looked at Y/n and knew that wasn’t my wife. She wore all black, she had heavy dark makeup. She looked dead on the inside, she was cold, she was evil, she became one of them. Dax and Daniel didn’t know what to do, they had the same horrid look on their faces as I did. 

Went up to Y/n, I looked her in her cold dead eyes and begged her to forgive me. “I know I have been a shit husband, I know I fucked up but I’m sorry. I should have been there. I failed you. I’m so sorry Y/n but please forgive me. Please, I will do anything. What about your baby, our son? He’s only a few months old. He needs his mother, he needs his father. I don’t know what he did to you but I know the real Y/n is still hidden somewhere inside. Come on Y/n! Stop looking at me like you hate me, you love me and I love you. I love you so much, I’m sorry. Please Y/n!!” I begged on my hands and knees but I was no use. She was too far gone.

“Your begging is pathetic, you're embarrassing yourself” Brody spat out “Shall we take care of them boss?” he asked “Please do, remove these peasants from our property” commanded Malakai. I tried to fight back but it was no use. I failed, I was no man. I lost everything, I now have nothing. 

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[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Ever (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

This was my attempt to write the depression out of my head. Didn't work. But maybe it'll make someone else feel better. I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this at all, so maybe this'll disappear soon.

"What's wrong, Darlin?"

Cash noticed you weren't feeling well as soon as you walked through the door. You had obviously been crying, your eyes were still blurry, even though you tried your hardest to hide it.

You felt like you couldn't speak without bursting into tears again, so you just shrugged your shoulders. In all honesty, you really had no clue what bothered you so much. Nothing bad happened that day. But you were feeling down nonetheless, like the whole weight of the world was on your shoulders and you were on the verge of breaking down.

He gave you a weak smile and opened his arms for you. "Do you want a hug? Or do you need to be alone?" It was usually one of these two options, and he hoped you'd go for the hug because he couldn't stand when you decided to leave him out and suffer alone. It happened though, and he always felt completely helpless. So he was more than pleased when you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him, snuggling into his frame. He wrapped his arms around you as well and placed a soft kiss on top of your head. One of his hands travelled up and gently stroked your head. When he heard you sob, he held you a little tighter. "It's okay, Darlin. Everything's gonna be fine." Cash's voice echoed in your ears as he repeated those words over and over.

You both stood there, you crying onto his shoulder while he caressed you. After some minutes, when he noticed your tears slowly subsided, he started again. "Come on, doll. Let's get in something more comfortable, so we can cuddle in bed."

You looked up at him, eyes smudgy from your running makeup, as he whiped away some of your tears. "Cash, it's just 5. We can't go to bed."

"Why not? We're two adults, we can do whatever we want. Or do you want to do something else?" He replied before brushing his nose against yours and lightly pecking your lips.

You weakly smiled at him and shook your head. "Bed sounds great."

He returned your smile and intertwined his fingers with yours before guiding you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

As you stood in the middle of the room, he turned to face you and smiled again. Then he started unbuttoning your blouse. "Do you want your pajamas? Or one of my shirts?" Your shy smile was answer enough for him and he went to get one of his FTR shirts once he took off your top. Meanwhile, you unclasped your bra and got rid of your jeans and socks until you wore nothing but your panties. When he returned with his clothing, he walked up to you and ran his thumb along your jaw before gently kissing you. "I love you. You know that, don't ya?" He asked to let you know just how much you were loved and appreciated.

"I know, Baby. I love you too."

Then he handed you the shirt and changed from his normal clothes in shorts and a tank top. Cash wasn't much taller than you, so his shirt went just below your ass.

"Now come here, let's cuddle." He almost whispered when he threw the blanket to the side and laid down on the mattress, reaching his hand out for you to grab it.

Your eyes got blurry again, from the pain you were harbouring inside, but also because of the man in front of you. He had no idea just how much he meant to you. It was almost painful to love somebody the way you loved him.

You crawled up next to him and snuggled into his side, head resting on his chest immediately. Cash put the blanket over the two of you and then wrapped his arms around your body. "It's okay, Darlin. Everything is gonna be alright. I'm here, you don't have to go through this alone." He said while one of his hands soothingly rubbed your back. When the sobbing started again, he pressed his lips to your forehead, telling you again and again that it will get better soon.

After some time, he felt the shaking of your body get weaker, and the tension slowly subsided as you relaxed in his arms. He smiled a little to himself before asking you if something happened at work.

"No. Everything's fine at work. I honestly have no idea why I am feeling this way right now." You sniffled a bit. "I'm just crying over nothing."

"It's okay."

"No, Cash, it's not okay. It's fucked up." You paused for a second before mumbling "I'm fucked up."

"Darlin, look at me. You are not fucked up. You are depressed. Those are two very different things. So right now, you feel like everything is falling apart around you. But I promise you, it won't. I'm here for you. It WILL get better. It always does, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Now won't be any different. We'll make it through this in the end." He added before placing another kiss on your forehead.

You grinned at him before kissing his cheek and resting your head on his chest again.

A few moments passed before you started again. "I am sorry, Baby."

"For what?"

"For being like this. For making you have to deal with me. It's not your fault I'm miserable."

He rubbed your back once more before pulling you as close to him as possible. "It's not your fault either, Darlin. I knew what I signed up to when I said 'I love you' for the first time. You told me right away about your problems. And I made it my job to take care of you when everything in your mind gets dark. I'll gladly do it. Don't get me wrong though, I don't like you being like this, I'd much rather have you be all goofy and happy. Nothing beats the sound of you cackling like a witch."

"Hey, I don't cackle like a witch!" You laughed a little at his comment.

"Yes, you do." He retorted. "And it's beautiful."

You lifted your head up from his chest and ever so lightly kissed his jawline. "I don't deserve you, Cash."

He turned his head a little so he could look you in the eyes. "True." He smiled. "You deserve someone way smarter than me. But you're stuck with me now, and I won't let you go. Ever."

You returned his smile and crawled up a little to place your lips on his while your foot rubbed along his leg and your legs then entangled. "I love you so much."

His smile just got wider as he turned to lay on his side, pulling you flush against him, hand resting at the small of your back. "I love you too, doll." Then he started placing little kisses all over your face: he kissed the corner of your mouth, the tip of your nose, your temple, your forehead, your chin, your cheeks. Everywhere, and he didn't stop when he heard you giggle, no, he continued his sweet assault until you were full on laughing.

Amazing how this man could make you feel better almost instantly. He knew the right words to say and the right things to do. You truly didn't deserve him, but you wouldn't let him go, either.

Ever.

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[wrestlingisfake]

Dynasty preview

Samoa Joe vs. Swerve Strickland - Joe is defending the AEW men's world championship. These two already met in a three-way for the title on March 3, but since Joe tapped out Adam Page in that match, he still has unfinished business with Strickland.

When Swerve started chasing the title, I figured he'd lose to Joe and move back down the card for 6-12 months, to get heated up for a real run on top. By the end of February, it was pretty clear this guy has It and a lot of people were going to be disappointed if he didn't win the big one ASAP. I figured he wouldn't lose the fall on March 3, but I never imagined they'd give him another shot this quickly. On top of that, the build feels like Swerve has to win this time. They've done all the little things that will make it super disappointing if he can't close the deal. It feels too early to take the belt off Joe, but I don't know if they can get away with denying Strickland again.

If Joe is going to retain, they'll really have to pull out all the stops. Joe cannot beat Swerve clean--that would be promotional malpractice at this point. You'd need a huge surprise run-in to keep fans from totally hating a Swerve loss. Maybe if Adam Page returns to renew his endless feud with Swerve. Maybe if MJF returns to get revenge on Joe. Maybe if Jack Perry clips Swerve's knee before the match, and the 101st Airborne hold him down for the three-count. But even with all that, I wouldn't want to be the guy booking Swerve to lose tonight, and facing the media after the show.

Even so, I can't quite convince myself Swerve is actually going to win the world title. I'm so used to pro wrestling dicking us around with these things, and making us wait past the peak. So even though I think the finish should be a foregone conclusion, I'm gonna be on the edge of my seat for every near-fall. Should be good times.

Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Dax Harwood & Cash Wheeler - This is the final match in a 10-team tournament for the AEW tag team championship, which was vacated by Sting and Darby Allin after Sting retired. It's also a ladder match, so the title belts will be hung above the ring, and ladders will be provided at ringside for the wrestlers to climb; the first man to pull down the belts wins the match and the title for his team. Both teams have held the title twice before; whichever team wins here will become the first 3-time AEW tag team champions.

This will be the fourth two-on-two match between the Young Bucks (Matt and Nick) and FTR (Dax and Cash). FTR leads the series 2-1 after their last encounter on August 31. The Bucks recently claimed that they only lost that match because they were distracted by the infamous CM Punk/Jack Perry incident, and insinuated that FTR planned it somehow.

I would like to think this match could be the last final word on making cutesy references to CM Punk drama. I'd like to think that, but the Bucks have an approach to heel heat that lends itself to beating dead horses and not being terribly subtle about it. That will probably take the match down a peg. I'm not sure which team will win, but it feels inevitable that Jack Perry will run in to help the Bucks, and I don't see FTR coming up with a counter for that. So I guess I'm picking the Bucks.

Will Ospreay vs. Bryan Danielson - Danielson is winding down his career by wrestling all his dream matches, and brother he got himself a good one here. I figure these two will tear the house down. Other than that there isn't a whole lot of story here, except that the Don Callis Family may or may not have any confidence in their man Ospreay to win, and the Blackpool Combat Club is getting sick of the Don Callis Family. It's only a matter of time before Callis turns on Will, but I'm not sure it'll happen tonight. I'm cautiously picking Ospreay to win, but I can't rule out a Danielson victory.

Toni Storm vs. Thunder Rosa - Storm is putting the AEW women's world title on the line. This match was supposed to happen waaay back in September 2022, with Storm challenging Rosa for the title, but Rosa was sidelined with a back injury. Since then Storm has become a three-time champion, and gone off the deep end with her current "old-timey movie starlet" gimmick.

I always wanted Rosa to come back and get a shot at the title she never lost. But now that we're here, I'm a bit concerned. Rosa's matches since her return haven't wowed me--although to be fair, they've mostly been squash matches. I just don't get the sense she's as hot now as she was a couple of years ago, and it feels like Storm has passed her by and lapped her a few times. I can't help thinking Rosa isn't going to look good here, but I hope I'm wrong. In any case, Storm should probably retain.

Kazuchika Okada vs. PAC - Okada is making his first defense of the AEW continental title. Per the rules for this title, there will be no one allowed at ringside. Pac is cool and he'll give us a great match. But, dude, c'mon. Okada just got here, and he's still on that "new guy wins all the time" streak. I learned a long time ago not to bet against Okada.

Mark Briscoe & Adam Copeland & Eddie Kingston vs. Malakai Black & Brody King & Buddy Matthews - Briscoe lent a hand when FTR and Daniel Garcia were feuding with the House of Black, and ever since then he's been feuding with the House of Black. Lucky for him they've also managed to piss off Copeland and Kingston. It was only a couple of weeks ago that Mark and Eddie beat the hell out of each other over the ROH men's world title, but this time they're on the same side.

Briscoe's superteam looks like more than a match for the House of Black, so it'd be easy to pick them to win. But the fact each of the babyfaces has a singles title makes me wonder if it'd be better for the heels to win to set up three new challengers down the line. I could be overthinking it, but something tells me the House will win here.

Roderick Strong vs. Kyle O'Reilly - This is for Strong's AEW international title. These two used to be teammates within Adam Cole's Undisputed Era faction in NXT. Then O'Reilly and Cole were buddies in AEW in 2022, until they both got sidelined with injuries. By the time O'Reilly returned, Strong was in AEW as a part of Cole's Undisputed Kingdom faction, and it seemed logical for Kyle to join up. Instead O'Reilly chose to go it alone, and I guess Roddy didn't appreciate that, so here we go. I think O'Reilly has a fair chance of winning the title, but it seems too early to take it off Strong, so I'll go with him to retain.

Julia Hart vs. Willow Nightingale - Willow won a four-way match for the right to challenge Julia for the AEW TBS title. Mercedes Mone has already issued a challenge to the winner of this match for May 26. Meanwhile someone has been sneak attacking both Mone and Willow, which sure suggests Julia is behind it but I bet it's someone else.

So I think both these women are super cool and awesome, and this is one of those matches where I just hope everybody has a good time. But let's get down to brass tacks. I really want to see Julia step up and defend the title against Mone. I know, I know, the backstory is already in place for Mone vs. Nightingale, and that's cool too, and if I had to put money on it that's the match that will happen. But...I gotta root for my girl Julia here. Sorry Willow.

HOOK vs. Chris Jericho - Hook already beat Jericho last month, but this time he's putting his FTW title on the line, so there will be no count-outs or disqualifications. Jericho wanted to mentor Hook, but he got too pushy about it and Hook decided there's nothing Jericho can teach him.

I'm 99% sure the point of this match is for Jericho to win the title, whereby Hook will realize he underestimated Jericho's cunning. The problem is that "FTW champion Jericho" would be a retread of "FTW champion Jack Perry" and "ROH champion Jericho." Everything about this storyline feels like a rehash of previous Jericho storylines in AEW. So I hope Hook wins to put an end to it, but I don't expect to get that lucky.

Anthony Bowens & Max Caster & Billy Gunn vs. Jay White & Austin Gunn & Colten Gunn - This is scheduled for the pre-show. It's a unification match for the AEW trios title (held by Billy and the Acclaimed) and the ROH trios title (held by Jay and the Gunns). I assume the winners will keep the AEW belts and the ROH belts will be retired. I have been looking forward to this, because I have long felt that AEW absolutely does not need two trios titles (unless Julia Hart and Skye Blue find a cool chick to be their spooky friend).

Austin and Colten turned on their father and the Acclaimed in 2022, and joined Jay White's Bullet Club Gold back in June. The two groups reconciled and joined forces in January, but within a few months White and the Gunns showed their true colors again.

Throughout this storyline I've been expecting Billy and the Acclaimed to prevail in the end. But now that we're in the eleventh hour I'm having second thoughts. I could see either team losing and moving out of the trios division altogether. And I think it's high time Caster and Bowens get back in the hunt for the tag title. So I think I've talked myself into picking the Bang Bang Gang.

Orange Cassidy & Katsuyori Shibata vs. Shane Taylor & Lee Moriarty - Another pre-show match. Shane Taylor Promotions really put a beating to Cassidy on April 17. Since Trent Beretta turned on Orange and Chuck Taylor is injured (and we don't know where his loyalties lie), Cassidy is running low on friends to help him in situations like this. Shibata seems like a strong partner to bring in, and a month ago I'd have said the faces win this one easy. But Taylor's group seems to be starting to get a push, so they might surprise you here...

Trent Beretta vs. Matt Sydal - More pre-show stuff. When Shane Taylor Promotions was beating up Orange Cassidy, Trent ran in just to take out anybody else who tried to run in and help Orange. What a dick. Anyway, he laid out one guy so fast I didn't even see who it was, and I guess it was Sydal. Sydal is going to lose pretty hard here.

#aew #dynasty #samoa joe #swerve strickland

[wrestling-all-the-time]

Hi, after their win at Forbidden Door, I feel extra gooey for my country boy Cash. Could you do “it’s your turn to do the dishes.” “let’s get a divorce.” “we aren’t married yet, my love.” “well we sure as hell aren’t getting married now.” for him, please?

Dishes to Divorce

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 160

~

"Dinner was great tonight babe," Cash said as we cleared the table.

"Thanks," I said. "You got the dishes tonight?"

"Uh, I did them last night," Cash said.

"So?" I asked.

"So, it's your turn to do the dishes," Cash said.

"Then I want a divorce," I said.

"We aren't married yet, love," Cash said.

"Well we sure as hell aren't getting married now," I teased.

"I guess there go my plans," Cash said.

"What plans?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter now since we aren't getting married," Cash said with a shrug.

"You're mean," I said.

"You started it," Cash said.

I sighed as I put the last of the dishes from dinner into the sink.

"What if we do the dishes together?" I asked. "I'll wash if you dry."

"That I can do," Cash said, grabbing a dish towel.

"And then you can fill me in on those plans," I said.

“Not a chance,” Cash said with a smirk.

#wrestlingoneshot #aew #aew one shot #cash wheeler #cash wheeler x reader #ftr

[omgsquee2001]

Chapter 2: The Vanishing of Will Byers: Part 2

~~~~

The sun shone brightly over the sleepy town of Hawkins, Indiana. Most of its residents were just waking up to go to work or school. However, there was one family who was unaware that one member of the family was missing. 

“Where the hell are they?” Joyce Byers, Will’s mom, asked, frantically looking for her car keys. “Jonathan?” Joyce shouted. Her oldest son, Johnathan, was making breakfast in the kitchen. 

“Check the couch!” Johnathan shouted. Joyce groaned as she searched the couch again. 

“Ugh, I did,” she pulled the keys out of the couch and sighed. “Oh, got them.” She said. She made her way over to Johnathan, who was plating up breakfast. “Okay, sweetie, I will see you tonight.” Joyce said, pressing a kiss to Johnathan’s cheek. Johnathan nodded. 

“Yeah, see you later.” He said. Joyce was about to leave, when she stopped, noticing her youngest wasn’t up yet. She looked at her son again. 

“Where's Will?” She asked. Johnathan looked at her. 

“Oh, I didn't get him up yet. He's probably still sleeping.” Johnathan said. Joyce sighed and closed her eyes.  “Jonathan, you have to make sure he's up!” Joyce said, opening them again. Johnathan looked down at the pan he was holding in his hand.  “Mom, I'm making breakfast.” Johnathan defended. Joyce sighed, walking down the hall to Will’s room. 

“I told you this a thousand times,” Joyce said. She knocked on the door and opened it. “Will! Come on, honey. It's time to get up,” Joyce froze, seeing Will’s bed empty. A feeling of dread and fear filled her stomach. She walked out of the room and walked up to Johnathan. “He came home last night, right?” Joyce asked. Johnathan looked at his mom. 

“He's not in his room?” He asked. 

“Did he come home or not?” Joyce asked more urgently. Jonathan sighed and shrugged. 

“I don't know.” He said quietly, knowing his mom would be mad. Joyce blinked a couple times, trying to see if she had heard her son correctly. 

“You don't know?” She asked. Jonathan looked at her. 

“No. I got home late. I was working.” He said. Joyce frowned. 

“You were working?” She asked. Jonathan nodded. 

“Eric asked if I could cover. I said yeah. I just thought we could use the extra cash.” Jonathan said, shrugging. Joyce sighed. 

“Jonathan, we've talked about this.” Joyce said. Jonathan sighed and nodded, feeling like he had let his mom down. 

“I know...” Jonathan said quietly. 

“You can't take shifts when I'm working.” Joyce said. Jonathan sighed. 

“Mom, it's not a big deal. Look, he was at the Wheelers' all day. I'm sure he just stayed over.” He said. Joyce sighed and walked over to the phone. 

“I can't believe you. I can't believe you sometimes.” Joyce said, calling the Wheelers. 

Back at the Wheelers’ house, [Y/N] rushed downstairs after getting ready for school. 

“Morning, mom,” [Y/N] said, pressing a kiss to her mom’s cheek. “Morning, dad.” She said, kissing her dad’s cheek. Karen, [Y/N]’s mom, smiled. 

“Morning hun. Did you sleep well?” Karen asked. [Y/N] smiled and nodded. 

“I slept really well.” She said. Ted, [Y/N]’s father, looked at her. 

“Who were you talking to last night?” He asked. [Y/N] sighed and looked at her dad after putting her food on her plate. 

“It was just my friend, dad.” She said. Ted looked at her. 

“You mean that Munson boy? I really wish you wouldn’t hang around him. I think he has a bad influence on you.” He said. [Y/N] sighed and rolled her eyes. She knew that her dad wasn’t the biggest fan of Eddie. Her mom liked him well enough. Eddie was extremely kind, he had also helped [Y/} with some of her grades. But, because he had a bad reputation, Ted didn’t like him, which [Y/N] didn’t think was fair. 

“I’m old enough to decide who my friends are.” [Y/N] grumbled. The phone suddenly rang in the background. [Y/N] jumped up before Karen could. “I got it, mom.” She said, going over to the phone. Nancy watched Mike pour syrup on his food. She gave him a look of disgust. 

“That's disgusting.” Nancy said. Mike looked at her, not phased by the insult. 

“You're disgusting.” Mike shot back. [Y/N] sighed and shook her head at her siblings, picking up the phone. 

“Hello, Wheeler residence, this is [Y/N].” [Y/N] answered.

‘Hi, [Y/N]. It's Joyce Byers.’ Joyce answered. A smile came to [Y/N]’s lips. 

“Oh, Ms. Byers, hi.” [Y/N] said. [Y/N] had always liked Joyce. She was always extremely nice, even to kids like Eddie, knowing what it was like to grow up in a rough family. Before she and her husband, Lonnie had divorced, he and Joyce fought all the time, leaving Jonathan and Will to deal with the aftermath. 

Mike leaned over and squirted syrup onto Nancy’s plate. Nancy looked at her younger brother in anger.

“What the hell, Mike?” Nancy shouted. Ted looked at his daughter. 

“Hey!” Ted shouted. Karen looked at her family. 

“Quiet while [Y/N] is on the phone.” She said. Ted looked at Nancy. 

“Language.” He said. Nancy looked at her dad. 

“Are you kidding?” She asked. [Y/N] sighed and shook her head. 

‘Was that Will I heard back there?’ Joyce asked. [Y/N] frowned slightly. Was Will not at home. 

“Will? No, no, no, it's just Mike and Nancy.” [Y/N] said. She could hear the slight worry in Joyce’s voice. 

‘Will didn't spend the night?’ Joyce asked. [Y/N] shook her head, then frowned in slight worry. 

“No, he left here a little bit after 8:00. Why? He's not home?” [Y/N] asked in worry. 

‘Um, you know what? I think he just left early for... for school. Thank you so much, hun.’ Joyce said. 

“A-Are you sure?” She asked. 

‘Yes, yes I’m sure. Have a good day at school, [Y/N].’ Joyce said. [Y/N] nodded slowly. 

“Alright, if you’re sure. Have a good day, Ms. Byers.” [Y/N] said. The two bid their goodbyes and hung up. Karen looked at her daughter as she walked back to the chair to finish her breakfast. 

“Is everything okay, hun? Was that Joyce?” Karen asked. [Y/N] nodded, putting some eggs in her mouth and chewing. She swallowed before answering, 

“Yeah. It was weird. She asked if Will had stayed the night.” She said. Karen looked at her daughter and frowned. 

“Did he not make it home?” Karen asked. [Y/N] sighed and shrugged. 

“I’m not sure. Ms. Byers said that will might have gone to school early.” Karen hummed. 

“Hmm. Well, the bus is going to be here soon, so you should finish up your breakfast. Did you finish your homework last night?” Karen asked. [Y/N] nodded, finishing her food. 

“Yup. Got it all finished.” She said. Karen smiled and nodded. 

“Good.” She said. [Y/N] and Mike looked at each other, sharing a worried glance. Something wasn’t right. Will wouldn’t have just run away. 

~~~~

[Y/N] sighed as she walked into the high school. Her denim jeans brushed against each other and her converse tapped lightly against the hallway tiles. She pulled her jacket closer to her body as she walked towards her locker. She put in the combination. 

“So, did he call?” A familiar voice asked. [Y/N] turned her head and saw Nancy and her best friend Barbra, or Barb, walking down the hall. Nancy looked at Barb in slight shock. 

“Keep your voice down.” Nancy said. Barb laughed lightly and looked at Nancy. 

“Did he?” Barb asked again. Their voices faded as they got further and further away from [Y/N]’s locker. She shook her head. The two friends were clearly talking about Steve Harrington, Nancy’s boyfriend who was an absolute asshole. [Y/N] honestly didn’t think Steve meant to be mean. He was actually pretty nice to to [Y/N]. Steve probably thought that he had to keep up his appearance of being the popular guy for his friends, Tommy H. and his girlfriend Carol. Now those two were complete assholes. A hand slamming against the locker next to [Y/N] made her jump. She gasped and looked to the side. She sighed in relief when she saw it was just her best friend, Eddie Munson. [Y/N] and Eddie had known each other since they were in Middle School. [Y/N] had been the only person to walk up to Eddie in middle school and treat him like an actual person instead of looking at him like everyone else did, like a freak. The freak of Hawkins. 

“Good morning, my fair lady.” Eddie said, bowing lightly. [Y/N] chuckled and shook her head.   

“Good morning and try not to give me a heart attack, my daring knight.” [Y/N] said back, putting her backpack into her locker and taking out the books she needed for her first class. She sighed and frowned, thinking about Will. Eddie looked at her and frowned. 

“Hey,” he placed a hand on her shoulder, making [Y/N] look at him. “What’s wrong, Princess?” Eddie asked. [Y/N] sighed and shut her locker. She looked at Eddie. 

“One of Mike’s friends, Will Byers, he, I don’t think he made it home after the DnD campaign. His mom called this morning, asking if he had stayed the night. I just don’t want anything to happen to him. He’s a sweet kid, and his mom works so hard to take care of both him and his brother. And the kids in middle school are the worst. They bully Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Will. Even thought they didn’t do anything to deserve it...” 

Eddie suddenly pulled [Y/N] into a hug. 

“Shh. You’re rambling, love bug.” Eddie said. [Y/N] chuckled lightly, wrapping her arms around Eddie’s waist. 

“Love Bug? Now that’s a new one.” She said, pulling away. Eddie smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 

“It’s only another to add to the list of Best Friend Pet Names,” Eddie said. He placed his hands on her arms and rubbed his hands up and down comfortingly. “I’m sure Will’s fine. He probably went to school early.” Eddie said. [Y/N] sighed and nodded. 

“Yeah, probably.” She said. 

~~~~

[Y/N] closed the door to Eddie’s van. She turned to face her best friend. 

“Thanks for the ride, Eds.” She said. Eddie smiled. 

“No problem, love bug. I’ll call you later tonight.” He said. [Y/N] nodded, making her way inside. 

~~~~

The atmosphere around the table was tense. [Y/N] was sitting between Holly, her baby sister, and Mike. Mike sighed in anger. 

“We should be out there right now,” Mike said. It had now been confirmed that Will was missing. The Chief of Hawkins Police Department, Chief Hopper, had arranged a search party for Will. The Chief had told Mike, Lucas and Dustin to stay out of the search. “We should be helping look for him.” Mike said. Karen sighed and looked at her son. 

“We've been over this, Mike. The chief says..” 

“I don't care what the chief said.” Mike said cutting her off. Karen looked at him on slight shock. 

“Michael!” Karen shouted. Mike didn’t stop. 

“We have to do something. Will could be in danger.” Mike said urgently. Karen nodded, cutting up some chicken for Holly. 

“More reason to stay put.” She said. Mike looked at her. 

“Mom!” Mike tried again, but [Y/N] placed her hand on Mike’s shoulder, making her brother look at her. 

“Let’s not push it, okay?” She said, giving Mike a slight smile. Mike sighed, but stopped arguing. The tense silence was broken by Nancy. 

“So me and Barbara are gonna study at her house tonight. That's cool, right?” She asked. Karen shook her head. 

“No, not cool.” Karen said. Nancy immediately got mad.  

“What? Why not?” Nancy asked. Karen looked at Nancy as if the answer was obvious. 

“Why do you think? Am I speaking Chinese in this house? Until we know Will is okay, no one leaves.” Karen said. Nancy sighed in aggravation. 

“This is such bullshit.” Nancy said. 

“Language.” Ted commented. Nancy didn’t stop. 

“So we're under house arrest? Just because Mike's friend got lost on the way home from..” 

“Nance! Come on! That’s not fair! This is in no way Will’s fault.” [Y/N] defended. Nancy looked at her sister. 

“Why are you friends with the nerds anyway? Don’t you have a freak to hang out with?” Nancy asked. Karen looked at Nancy angrily. 

“Nancy, take that back.” Karen said. [Y/N] gripped her fork so hard her knuckles turned white. She held her glass of juice in the other. The glass suddenly broke, making everyone at the table gasp. Holly started whimpering. Karen was quick to comfort her. Tears came to [Y/N]’s eyes. She looked at her sister. 

“And, because I hang out with Eddie, that makes me a freak to, right?” [Y/N] asked quietly. Nancy seemed speechless. [Y/N] tossed her napkin onto her plate and pushed away from the table. Karen sighed. 

“[Y/N], come back. [Y/N]!” Karen shouted. [Y/N] ignored her mother’s words and rushed up to her room, closing the door. Karen sighed and looked at her oldest. “Nancy, I expect you to apologize to [Y/N] by the end of the night. That wasn’t fair what you said to her.” Karen said. Nancy scoffed. 

“Whatever.” Nancy muttered. Karen looked at her daughter. 

“Nancy,” Karen said, her tone harsher. Nancy looked at her mother. “Am I clear?” She asked. Nancy nodded, starting to feel slightly bad for what she had said to her younger sister. 

“Yes.” Nancy said quietly. 

~~~~

[Y/N] brushed her hand against her nose, pulling it back to see blood. [Y/N] sighed and sniffed. 

“Shit.” She muttered. 

~~~~

//Here’s chapter 2. I hope you all like it. If you would like me to dial back on Eddie’s best friend pet names he uses with [Y/N], I will. (no pun intended)//

#stranger things #Steve Harrington x reader #eddie Munson x reader

[debbiechanclub]

Best Two Out of Three (Rewrite!), Part 1

There’s dissension in The Elite, and Alex and Callie both just want Adam to be happy. But they both need to sort out their own happiness, too.

Pairings: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler & Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson (lol if you read the original you know it gets more complicated than this but, ya know) Part: 1/? Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Language, alcohol use, angst

Masterlist.

A/N: It’s here! With @hotyeehawman‘s blessing as co-writer of the original, I’ve decide to go ahead with my efforts to rewrite Best Two Out of Three (a.k.a. BTOOT) and make it even better than before. I know a lot of people loved the original fic (and I love you for it), and it’s pretty much the entire reason I’m involved in this little community and have made so many friends. But I hope you’ll like the rewrite just as much, if not more so. And if this is the first time you’re reading, welcome! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Tag squad: @statdaddy @hdbngsprnva @knifepervert @rusevday @champhangman @missbrownstone @kawaiikels @meteora-fc @bec0m @betsy-bradock @linziland13 @librathepheonix13 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09 @gabbynorth98 @brokenglassslippers @adriii-omega @sugar-melts-mo-fo​

Wednesday, July 1, 2020 AEW Fyter Fest, Night 1 Daily’s Place – Jacksonville, Florida

“Are you ready for this?”

Alex arched an eyebrow at Trent from across the locker room. “Am I ready? Are y’all ready? You’re the ones fighting for the tag titles.”

“Yeah, but we’re going up against your old boys, and we’re your new boys, so, you know,” he bit off a strip of athletic tape as he finished wrapping his wrists. “It might be emotionally stressful for you to be out there.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine,” she returned; but the amused half-grin on her lips belied the nervous butterflies teeming in her stomach. This was emotionally stressful. It had been a long time coming for Best Friends to finally get a shot at the AEW World Tag Team Championship, but as much as Alex wanted this for them, she would have preferred they go up against anyone other than Adam Page and Kenny Omega. Not because she didn’t think Trent and Chuck could beat them—she did—but because Adam was one of her oldest friends in the business, and Kenny was… well, things were complicated between her and Kenny, to say the least.

“And Adam and Kenny were never my boys,” she added, trying to talk down her nerves. “Not in the way you guys are.”

“Knock, knock!” Someone suddenly knocked on the door and called cheerfully into the room. Trent’s mom, Sue. “Is everyone decent?”

“Yeah, come in,” Trent answered. Sue barely waited until the words were out of his mouth before she pushed open the door. She smiled widely at them all.

“Are you guys ready? I was told it’s time to head to the van.”

“I’m good,” Chuck said. “Alex?”

She nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Trent grabbed his jacket, and they exited the locker room and made their way toward where Sue’s white minivan sat just outside the amphitheater. It had been Tony’s idea to have Sue drive them into the match, and Alex was somewhat relieved that she was. It meant she wouldn’t have to worry about running into either Adam or Kenny backstage right beforehand.

“Are we all piling in the back, or?” Alex asked as they arrived at the van.

“No; I figured you’d ride shotgun,” Trent said, and he opened the passenger side door for her. She smiled at him and got inside.

“Okay, Alex,” Sue said to her as she climbed behind the wheel. “Make sure no one hurts my Greggy.”

“What about me?” Chuck asked, wounded. But Trent talked over him.

“She’s doing commentary, mom.”

Alex grinned as she buckled her seatbelt. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll run down with a steel chair if I need to.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Are you sure you don’t want me at ringside?”

Callie looked up in question at Adam as he shrugged on his vest. He seemed irritated as he answered. “Yes, Cal. Alex isn’t gonna do anything; she’s on commentary. And she wouldn’t do anything even if she wasn’t. I don’t know why you think she will.”

Callie glanced down in annoyance at her nails. “I just don’t trust her,” she muttered.

“Yeah, we know,” Kenny commented.

Callie rolled her eyes; she couldn’t wait for this match to be over and done with. At first, Best Friends had just been yet another team for Adam and Kenny to defeat in their reign as AEW World Tag Team Champions. But, at some point over the last three weeks, the story of the match had suddenly shifted from the titles themselves to Adam’s rocky relationship with Kenny—and whether Alex Hawthorne thought they truly gelled as a team. She knew Adam, everyone said; they were old friends, they’d come up in the business together, and if anyone would have insight into Adam’s true feelings on teaming with Kenny, it was her. It irked Callie. She was Adam’s girlfriend, but no one seemed to give two shits about her opinion on the matter.

And she knew exactly why: because she hadn’t fucked Kenny Omega.

“Whose idea was it for her to be on commentary, anyway?” she asked.

“Tony’s, I think,” Adam responded. Callie didn’t say anything in return. At least, not with her words. He noticed. “Look, I know you’ve been feeling overlooked lately, and I know this situation with Alex isn’t helping. But you knew it was gonna happen as soon as Best Friends got the title shot.”

Her brow lowered. “No, actually, I didn’t.”

“We should go,” Kenny abruptly interjected and stood from his seat. Callie cut her eyes at him. She had half a mind to ask if he’d had anything to do with Alex getting so much undue attention lately.    

“Just focus on your Dark match, okay?” Adam suggested, and he leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. She barely returned it.

“I’m gonna go find Matt and Nick,” she breathed, and she got up and pushed out of the locker room without so much as a backward glance.

* * * * * * * * * *

“There’s something to be said about trust with partners, and there was a long time we weren’t sure about the trust between Hangman and Kenny Omega, but I think that’s all behind them now. And I know, Alex, I know you’re probably not pulling for Adam and Kenny here, but you have to agree that they’ve proven to be one of the strongest tag teams in AEW, if not the strongest, as the champions.”

Alex grinned across the commentary table at Tony Schiavone. They were barely ten minutes into the match, but that was double the amount of time she’d expected to pass before someone pried her on her thoughts on Adam and Kenny. “Well, there’s no probably about it, Tony—I’m not pulling for Adam and Kenny at all. I want Best Friends to win, so jot that down.”

“Noted,” he returned.

“But yeah, of course they’ve proven to be one of the strongest teams in AEW,” she admitted. “They wouldn’t have held the championship for what—it’s been over a hundred fifty days or something, hasn’t it?”

“Almost two hundred, I think,” Excalibur supplied.

“Right, so they wouldn’t have held the titles for almost two hundred days if they weren’t a strong team. But they’re not Best Friends.”

“Pun intended?” Tony remarked—but Alex didn’t get the chance to respond.

“What the hell’s this, then?” JR interjected, and they all looked to their right. Dax Harwood and Cash Wheeler had appeared on stage carrying a cooler between them and folded beach chairs over their shoulders. Alex shifted in her seat.

“Who invited them?” she asked.

“Well, no one,” Excalibur said. “But apparently they’re interested in this match.”

They stopped right beside Alex and started setting up shop. “How you doin’?” JR asked. “Good to see you guys.”

“You want a beer? Something to drink?” Cash asked. He looked at Alex. She ignored him and focused back on the match.

“Well, we’re working right now,” Tony said. Cash held up his hands as if to say okay. But when he sat down, he leaned forward and looked at Alex again.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he said, offering her a bottle. She looked down her nose at it.

“Is that Bud?” she scoffed. “Come back with Yuengling and maybe we’ll talk.”

A corner of Cash’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, and before he sat back, he sent her a wink that made Alex’s cheeks unexpectedly burn.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie had been on the edge of her seat far more than she’d expected to be for this match. She held her breath as Chuck Taylor hit Kenny with a nasty looking spike piledriver and went for the pin—but Adam scrambled back into the ring and broke it up at the last second. She breathed out and rubbed clammy palms on her jeans.

“That was too close,” Nick lowly said. Callie glanced furtively at Matt, but he remained quiet, his attention zeroed-in on the television in front of them.

Meanwhile, JR abruptly pivoted on commentary. “FTR in a big tag team match next week, an eight-man tag, they’ll be teaming with the Young Bucks. I can’t wait to see how that evolves; that’s an interesting neighborhood to live in.”

“Just don’t leave your back exposed, that’s all I have to say,” Alex remarked, presumably to FTR. It made Callie roll her eyes.

“I’m still waiting to have a match with her. She could use a good kick upside the head.”

“Take it up with Kenny,” Nick returned with a laugh.

“She’ll be waiting another year, then,” Matt commented. A smile tugged at the corner of Callie’s lips. Lately, it had seemed like he was the only one on her side.

They fell back into silence as the match went on. The back-and-forth pace continued, with neither team truly gaining the upper hand until Chuck pulled Kenny out of the ring, climbed to the top turnbuckle, and jumped off to help Trent fold up Adam in a Strong Zero. Aubrey started the count.

One.

Two—

Kenny dove through the ropes with a millisecond left to break up the pin. Callie’s heart was in her throat. Thank God they hadn’t lost like that.

“Wow,” Alex breathed on commentary. “That was pure ring awareness on Kenny’s part that saved the match there.”

“Absolutely,” Excalibur enthusiastically agreed. “Hangman didn’t kick out of that; it was only through Kenny’s intervention that the champions retained!”

Callie bristled. She wouldn’t mind kicking Excalibur upside the head, either.

Kenny traded blows with Chuck until he caught him and lifted him onto his shoulders. He was going for the One-Winged Angel; but Chuck managed to reverse it into an Awful Waffle. Luckily, neither he nor Kenny were the legal men. Even so, Chuck clearly sensed a win within Best Friends’ reach—and while Kenny rolled out of the ring, he grabbed Trent and pulled him into a hug.  

“The Best Friends giving the people what they want!” Excalibur exclaimed. But, almost as soon as he did, Adam charged. Chuck pushed his partner out of the way only to be knocked backward through the ropes by a big boot to the face, leaving Adam alone in the ring with Trent. Trent didn’t have the wherewithal to fight back as Adam hit him with rolling elbow strike to the face, and then another—but then he got an unexpected second wind and reversed an attempted powerbomb into a pin. That time, however, Adam did kick out. Callie grinned to herself. That should shut up Excalibur.

Both men got to their feet at the same time; but Adam was just a tad quicker, and he grabbed Trent and hit him with a Deadeye. He hooked his leg.

One.

Two—

Trent kicked out.

“Come on!” Callie proclaimed.

“He’s got it,” Nick assured, and they watched as Adam pushed himself up and stepped out onto the ring apron. He gritted his teeth, and then he slingshot himself over the top rope back into the ring and laid Trent out with a hard Buckshot Lariat.

He dropped down into the cover and hooked both of Trent’s legs. Aubrey counted.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ding, ding, ding! The bell rang, and as Adam’s music started up, Callie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too nerve-wracking,” she breathed. “And they have to do it again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but Private Party shouldn’t be as hard to put away,” Nick figured. He looked at his brother. “I’m not looking forward to our match.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Matt agreed; but his brow furrowed. “And what the hell are they doing?”

Callie and Nick both looked back at the TV. Cash and Dax had left their seats and stepped into the ring, two beers in each their hands. Cash offered one to Adam. To Callie’s surprise, he took it.

“Do they not know Kenny doesn’t drink?” Nick wondered aloud.

“Even if he did,” Matt returned, but he didn’t finish the thought. Instead, he stood from his seat. “I’m going out there.”

He took off, and Nick and Callie followed, walking fast. They made it out to the ring just in time to see Kenny pour out the beer Dax had given him—and neither Dax nor Cash looked happy.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Matt and Nick jumped in between Kenny and FTR. Meanwhile, Callie looked up at Adam in question.

“What’re you doing?”

But he didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, he walked over to the guys and started yelling—at Kenny.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t be an asshole about it!”

“I don’t drink!” Kenny returned.

“Oh—you don’t drink,” Adam echoed, fed up, almost mocking him. Callie put a hand on his arm.

“Adam! Seriously?”

“What? Are you really defending him?” he charged with a point at Kenny. Callie bit down on her jaw.

“Well, you have to defend the tag titles again with him tomorrow!”

Adam looked away in agitation and took a swig of beer. Callie looked over at the others. There was a notable divide in the ring: FTR and Adam on one side; Matt, Nick, and Kenny on the other. It made her stomach turn.

“He doesn’t drink,” Matt repeated. “Relax.”

“Are we good?” Nick asked.

“Oh, we’re good,” Dax said, pointing between himself and Cash. “I don’t know about y’all.”

He fixed dark eyes on Kenny. But Kenny was clearly over it all. “You guys figure it out; I’m leaving,” he said, and with that he ducked out of the ring and into the right entrance tunnel. And as she watched him go, Callie couldn’t help but notice Alex get up from the commentary table and disappear down the tunnel after him.

* * * * * * * * * *

Thursday, July 2, 2020 Jacksonville, Florida

“I need a drink,” Chuck announced as he, Alex, Trent, and Orange arrived on the terrace at TIAA Bank Field, just across the way from Daily’s Place. He wasn’t the only one. Taping the second night of Fyter Fest the day after working the first night live had taken its toll—and it didn’t help that Orange had lost in the main event against Chris Jericho. Best Friends had come up oh-for-two, and they could use a round of drinks (or two, or three) on Tony Khan’s dime to make up for it. That alone was their motivation for going to the company Fourth of July party following the taping—free booze.

Well, it was the only motivation for Chuck, Trent, and Orange. Alex had an additional reason; one that only she was privy to.

“Hey, there’s beer pong,” Trent noted with a nod toward where a group of people had gathered around two tables set up with red plastic cups. Nearby, a dry erase board sat on a chair with a list of names written on it. It looked like they were having a tournament.

“Wanna be my partner?” he asked Alex.

“Sure,” she smiled. “Let me just go get a drink.”

He nodded. “Cool. I’ll go enter us,” he said, and he walked off toward the tables. But before Alex could head to the bar, someone called her name.

“Alex!”

She whirled around. Adam beckoned from a few yards away. “Come here!” he called. He was with FTR and Callie. Notably, Kenny and the Young Bucks weren’t anywhere to be seen.

She made her way over to them. Cash and Dax smiled at her. Callie didn’t. “We were just talking about you,” Adam said.

Alex shot him a curious look. “You were?”

“He was just telling us about how you met in college,” Dax explained.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize y’all went that far back. I thought you met in ROH,” Cash added. Out of the corner of her eye, Alex noticed Callie take a drink of her bright pink cocktail in effort to hide a look of annoyance.

“No, we met in college,” she confirmed. “I sat next to him by chance the first day of the one class we had together.”

“And the rest is history,” Adam cut in. “Seriously—she didn’t even watch wrestling before we met, and now she’s here.”

He smiled wide, his face flushed. It was obvious he wasn’t on his first drink. Adam had never been one to turn down a good time, but he’d been drinking a lot more than usual lately, Alex noticed.

“You live in Orlando, right?”

She looked back at Cash. “Oh, yeah. I moved there after graduation in hopes of signing with NXT. That didn’t pan out, obviously… but there’s such a big wrestling community down there that I just stayed.”

Cash nodded. “Yeah, I’m still there, too. Dax moved back to North Carolina, though.”

“I missed home,” Dax said. “And having seasons.”

Adam nudged Callie with his elbow. “See, I’m not the only one.” He looked at Dax and Cash. “She’s been trying to talk me into moving down here.”

“Why?” Dax asked, but Alex tuned out of the conversation as Callie responded. She glanced over her shoulder, looking for Trent; but instead, she found Kenny as he arrived at the party with Matt and Nick. Their eyes met. He smirked. Alex felt suddenly parched.

“Well, I need a drink,” she interjected as soon as there was a break in the conversation.

“Alright,” Adam said.

“Cheers,” Cash added, and Alex sent him a tight smile and took off for the bar, her heart pounding.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie usually loved a party, but she wasn’t having any fun at this one. For one, Adam seemed perfectly content to ignore her in favor of Cash and Dax; and for two, Matt and Nick were pissy because they’d lost the eight-man tag match—and they clearly weren’t happy about Adam’s budding friendship with FTR, either. So, Callie had decided to just avoid all of them. She was sick and tired of constantly having to play mediator between her boyfriend and his teammates—and it had only gotten worse since Adam and Kenny had won the tag titles.

“So have you convinced Adam to move to Orlando yet?” Britt asked. Callie had joined her and Rebel out on the lounge chairs overlooking the field as they waited for the fireworks show to start.

“No,” she regretfully answered. “I swear he’d become a hermit if he could.”

“Wait; I thought you were planning on moving in with him in Virginia?” Rebel asked.

“I am,” Callie returned—maybe a bit too forced. Britt noticed.

“But?” she pressed. Callie sighed.

“But… as much as I love Adam, I really don’t know if I want to trade Southern California for middle-of-nowhere Virginia. That’s why I've been trying to talk him into Orlando. At least moving there wouldn’t be such a culture shock.”

Britt snorted. “Cash lives there. Maybe he can persuade him now that they seem to be best buds.”

Callie glanced over her shoulder to where Adam stood with FTR among a crowd of people watching Anna Jay and John Silver play beer pong against Alex and Trent. She waited, hoping that he’d look over and realize he’d been neglecting her all night. But he didn’t. She sighed and looked back out over the field.

“Well, I’m staying with him until next week’s Dynamite, so I guess I’ll see how I like it there,” she said.

“Hey, everyone!” Tony suddenly called out over the party. “It’s last call, so get your drinks before the fireworks start! Thanks for coming out and happy Fourth!”

A few cheers broke out as people echoed the sentiment. Callie looked down at the drink in her hand. It wasn’t yet empty, but she could use another.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” she said as she stood up.

“Okay, we’ll save your spot,” Rebel returned.

She made her way to the bar, stealing another glance at Adam as she went. That time, their eyes met. But Callie looked away again almost as soon as they did.

She ordered another Cosmopolitan, and as the bartender turned away to make her drink, she felt someone place a hand on the small of her back. She looked up and over her shoulder. Adam.

“Hey. Where you been?”

She scoffed and turned to face forward again. “With Britt and Rebel.” She could have said more, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to fight tonight. They’d been doing that too much lately.

The bartender returned with her drink, and Adam ordered a beer. Callie fidgeted and looked up at him. He nudged his head toward the field as the bartender set the beer in front of him.

“Come on, let’s go get a spot for the fireworks.”

He led her back out onto the terrace, over to a pair of lounge chairs somewhat separated from everyone else. Callie sat down on the edge of the seat, her back stiff.

“Did Cash and Dax not want to watch the fireworks?” she commented. Adam didn’t miss the edge in her tone.

“They’re good guys, Cal. I think you’d like them if you gave them a chance.”

“That’s not,” she cut herself off with a huff. “Never mind.”

“What?” Adam asked. “You’ve been short with me all day.”

“Because I’ve been feeling like I don’t matter!” Callie proclaimed. “Things are obviously still not okay between you and Kenny and the Bucks, but you won’t talk to me about it! Instead, you’re going off and getting drunk with Cash and Dax!”

“Oh okay,” Adam breathed, a wry grin on his lips. He was withdrawing already. But they needed to have this conversation.

“No, listen to me. I want to be here for you, but you won’t let me, Adam.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, but Adam couldn’t meet her gaze. Five seconds of tense silence passed, and then five more. Callie was ready to just give up when he finally said, “I just don’t want to burden you with my bullshit.”

He looked back at her, and she saw that deep loneliness in his eyes again. It seemed to have become a permanent part of him as of late. It broke her heart.

“You wouldn’t be burdening me with it,” she softly returned. “I’m literally asking you to share with me so that you don’t have to carry it yourself. Don’t you get that?”

He turned his gaze downward again. “Yeah,” he said.

But Callie wasn’t sure if he’d only said it to appease her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Watch my drink—I have to go to the bathroom.”

Alex set here beer down next to Trent and took off for the restroom. After two successful rounds of beer pong, Anna Jay and John Silver had knocked them out of the tournament in the semifinal, and Alex had just the right amount of buzz going. The party had turned out to be pretty fun, after all— even if she was a bit distracted.  

And after she finished in the bathroom, she came face-to-face with the reason for her distraction in the hall. Kenny.

He flashed a crooked grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Did you follow me?”

“What?” he laughed. “No. Should I have?”

Alex leaned back against the wall, her hands behind her, the surface pleasantly cool against her skin. “No. I figured you’d find me eventually.”

He stepped closer. “Did you?”

She nodded. “Mhm.”

He smiled at her, and Alex felt a rush of heat shoot through her core. She hated what Kenny did to her. But, at the moment, she didn’t care.

“Congrats on retaining the tag titles,” she said. “Again.”

“Thank you,” he returned. And then, “Should we celebrate? Again?”

Alex snorted. “Last night was not a celebration.”

He cocked his head at her. “No? So what was it, then?”

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. There were a lot of adjectives she could use to describe last night. Unexpected. Thrilling. Satisfying. But she didn’t say any of those.

“A lapse in judgment,” she answered. But the coy grin on her lips said otherwise.

“Oh, really?” Kenny returned, clearly onto her bluff. “It didn’t sound like that when you were in my bed.”

“Well… just because it was a lapse in judgment doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.” She smirked up at him from underneath long lashes. The alcohol in her veins was leading her to speak more freely than she would have otherwise. Kenny moved closer.

“Well… maybe you should have another lapse in judgment tonight.”

He bent his head toward her, and she lifted her chin, the scent of his cologne filling her nose—but the distinctive clack-clack-clack of heels on linoleum suddenly put Alex on alert, and it was only growing closer. She gently pushed Kenny back and stepped away from him just as Rebel rounded the corner.

“Oh,” she hesitated when she saw them. “Sorry,” she added, and she continued past them into the bathroom. The interruption sobered Alex. A repeat performance would be a bad idea.

She looked back up at Kenny and offered a demure smile. “I’ll see you later,” she said, and she turned and made her way back to the party, trying to remind herself of the pain Kenny had caused her two months ago, and not the pleasure he’d given her last night.

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