#wheeler yuta oneshot

[itjazzbicch]

Pros

Pairing: Wheeler Yuta x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader and Yuta's friendship takes a hard fall whenever he joined BCC and she joined JAS. Despite all the conflict, they stay civil, Yuta making the reader question if she really belongs in the place that she's currently in. Learning her true place after taking his words into deep thought, their friendship reaches an ultimate strength and to make up for the conflict between the BCC and JAS feud, she lets him take control while clicking like never before…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, Oral M receiving, hairpulling, spanking, rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 2.5k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:  

I always admired people who were brave enough to make decisions for themselves. It’s your life and I know I always did as I wished. So, when Yuta got angry at me for joining JAS, it made me angry.

We all knew that things were going to end up in a state like we were in now. I thought we could still be friends, but the opposite happened.

Sometimes, I hated that he still had a special place in my heart, interesting to see him stepping up to Chris Jericho, positive that he could beat him in a match.

There was no way I couldn’t respect his confidence and bravery, he was a champion after all, accepting a match against Chris, but he should’ve known that it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

“You’re going to have your hands full Wednesday.”

Leaning against the corner of the wall in the hallway, I took a moment to talk to him myself, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard my voice.

“What? You scared that I’m going to mess up your boy, Chris?” He was still on his high horse, smiling at me when he faced me.

If anything, I was trying to warn him, but returning the sass:

“You think you can win, but it’s Chris. He wants Mox and he gets what he wants. You should know that by now.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, shoulders dropping with disappointment, “What happened to you?”

“Just because I chose a different path than you doesn’t mean you can belittle me,” Standing up straight, his words began to awaken some anger.

“You’re nothing like them,” His words made that anger stop, having me think deeply, “You’re better than them because you’re not a ‘sports entertainer’. You’re a wrestler and I know that.”

Yuta and I became close because we learned how to wrestle together. His words kept me silent for a moment and I didn’t want that.

Trying to play cool, I leaned against the wall, rolling my eyes, “You think you know everything, but you don’t, Yoots.”

“I know more than you think,” He smiled, swatting his hand, “Don’t even stress about it. I know you’re still in there.”

“What makes you say that?” Even I was willing to admit that I have changed some since joining JAS, I wanted to hear his answer, silenced yet again by his smile:

“Because you called me, Yoots.”

That made my heart race. It’s what I would always call him and I had a smile on my face every time I said it. Was I smiling while I said it just then?

He had me and he knew that, still smiling when he turned and walked away.

Those next few days, every word he said was on my mind and it made me question everything going on in my life right now, especially my alliance with JAS.

Of course, when Chris and Yuta’s match came around, Chris wanted Anna and I to run out there if Yuta had a strong advantage. It was clear that Chris underestimated him at times and at the climax of their match, Yuta was hitting his finisher and that’s when Anna ran out there with me following.

The first thing she did was jump on the apron, distracting the referee while Yuta was going for the pin.

As the referee's back was turned and yelling at Anna, Daniel came out of the crowd, ready to run in and go after Yuta, who was down and worn out.

But what no one expected was me jumping in the ring and super kicking Daniel’s head off. The crowd lost their shit, Chris was coming to and very confused by their reactions. Yuta was in the corner, jaw dropped while watching me, and Anna got into the ring to face me:

“What are you doing?!”

She started yelling and screaming, and I wasn’t having it. They took more things away from me rather than excelling me. This was a phony faction and I had enough.

One punch was all it took to knock her down, but I didn’t stop. Even when she started pulling my hair, I was still swinging, rolling out of the ring, and leading our fight out to the floor.

It was absolute chaos. Claudio and Bryan ended up coming out when Angelo and Matt came out to try and break up me and Anna.

“Y/N!” Chris was on his feet, leaning over the ropes and wanting an answer, but he made the fatal mistake of not watching Yuta while the match was still going.

I got a good super kick in on Anna, just to show him exactly what I was doing and taking her out, smiling when Yuta whipped him around, smacking him like a bitch, strike after fatal strike leading up to his finisher, getting the pin and winning the match.

My actions were quite obvious, but everyone wanted to hear it from me. Rolling back into the ring, Yuta kicked Chris’s body out of the ring and I stood by his side.

“Y/N, what the hell?!”

Every single one of them was yelling, demanding an answer that I was happy to give, smiling at Yuta then standing on the ropes, yelling at Chris:

“I’m not a sports entertainer. I’m a pro wrestler, got damn it!”

The adrenaline rush had me out of the atmosphere, still wanting to fight and the crowds roaring didn’t help die it down. One thing that did help?

When I got off of the ropes, Yuta pulled me in for one of his hugs that I longed for.

“I’m sorr-“ I was going to apologize for everything, for how I almost ruined our friendship to where there was no return, but he quickly shushed me:

“You don’t have to say sorry. You just made my night.”

Staring deep into those big brown eyes, his pure smile? I was done with JAS. Yuta was right, I was nothing like them. In fact, I was better and I knew my place was right where I was at that moment.

Under Yuta’s arm, two pro wrestlers, ready to handle anything that they threw at us.

Looking back for a moment, Claudio, Bryan, and William Regal we’re standing behind us, hiding their smiles more a moment. This kinda felt awkward, but I was kind, turning around with Yuta, offering my hand:

“No hard feelings?”

“No hard feelings,” Claudio was the first to smile at me, all of them coming and hugging me.

I should’ve never joined JAS in the first place, but I learned from my mistake, just grateful that I was with the one special person in my own little world, and some new great friends along with him.

Heading into the back, I still had something that I wanted to get off my chest, getting Yuta alone and his curiosity when I smiled:

"If you're not going to let me apologize, can I at least thank you?"

"Thank me?" Shutting the door, he stayed in place, letting me have the time to say:

"You were right about what you said last Friday. I let them change me into something I'm not, took a lot more things away from me rather than helping me, and you helped me realize that. So, thank you."

He looked away and held his face because he was smiling so much and I only added to it, wrapping my arms around his neck and smiling:

"Hope your boys don't get jealous of me stealing you. I'm so happy that I got my Yoots back."

At the end of my sentence, I blew a kiss and the lust in his eyes was visible, blowing one back and this time, I leaned in close, both of our eyes closing when our noses nuzzled softly, lips kissing softly and just one touch screamed passion, parting for a moment just reconnect like magnets.

"You wrestled hard out there, want to get out of these?" My head was in pink clouds, thumb at the waistband of his tights, pulling them out softly and leading, "I can make up for everything too."

"Just how do you want to do that?" Feeling his smile against my lips get bigger, I slipped my hand into his tights, being gentle while I stroked his cock softly, going a bit faster as it grew harder and harder.

"Take these tights off and find out," I kept my lips pressed against his hard as he did so, and once they were gone, I dropped to my knees, looking up at him and kissing the tip of his cock before taking it into my mouth.

Starting out with slight bobs, my hand stroking the length I hadn't taken just yet, he already had a hand on my head, fingernails at my scalp, tugging my roots when my head dropped in one motion, downing all of his cock, earning a thrust of his hips.

"I earned the special treatment tonight, huh?" He smirked at me, biting his lip and groans rumbled in his chest, still thrusting his hips while my head bobbed quicker, keeping his cock deep down my throat.

Increasing his speed every time, I just smiled and closed my eyes, some tears in my eyes from the air that was stuck in my chest, my throat squeezing his cock some from the slight gags that I was fighting, saliva starting to fall down to my chin.

Holding my head still by my hair with a tight grip, he held my head still, taking in the feeling of his cock in my throat one more time before he pulled my head back softly, the look in his eyes giving away that he wanted more and so did I.

"You earned it," I smiled to show that I wasn't out, letting a tone and sexy feeling set in my gaze, "And you have been so hot out there. It gets me worked up seeing you go hard like you do, now."

"Go hard, huh?" That made him bite his lip again, pulling me up by yanking my hair upward before letting go, "I'd be getting naked if I were you."

"That right?" I had no rebuttals, still wanting to work him up though, beginning to strip out of my clothes, and when I giggled at him, he took my hair again, bending me over the couch, whispering in my ear:

"Now, I know we had a sweet moment earlier, but you want to see me go hard, right?"

I jumped and gasped at the spank he whipped on my ass, the sting making my whole body tingle and when I didn't respond, my legs locked up from another loud spank, harder than the first and it was as if I could feel his handprint on my ass, his voice playfully stern:

"Right?"

"That's right," I needed a deep breath, but had a dirty smile on my face, "You should know that you don't have to take it easy on me."

"I didn't plan on it," He spanked one last time, flipping me over and keeping my legs spread wide, hand latching around my throat and commanding, "Hold your legs up."

Able to hold onto my ankles, I kept them as far back as I could and up high, giving him some encouragement, "Go ahead and fuck me up, baby."

"No need to tell me," His lips blew a devilish kiss, hand squeezing my throat and throwing his hips, cock slamming into me, voice strained from the gasps, "You like seeing me go hard, remember? I'm gonna fuck it up, alright."

He was so sexy when he was like this, every pound so hard that it became a struggle to hold my legs right, shaking from the ache in my legs, how hollow I felt already every time he pulled back, knees coming toward my face from the impact sending me forward.

My legs started to curl and I held them at my thighs rather than my ankles, just to get another hard spank, listening and fixing myself at his command:

"Keep your legs up."

There was a swirl in my head, a whirlpool of heat storming in my core, only sparking him more when I cooed, "Yes, sir."

"Sir?" He repeated, adding to the stimulation with two fingers at my clit, the pace of his swirls matching his thrusts, making me whine so hard:

"Yes! You're just so fucking amazing, Yuta!"

Letting go of my throat, he shooed my hands away from my ankles, letting them hook over his arm, leaning down to me and kissing all over my neck, leaving hickeys and bites across every inch of skin, noticing how he was dragging out his thrusts without his fingers at my clit, still keeping me wild:

"You like me fucking you like that?"

"I love it!" I cried, hands above my head and holding onto whatever part of the couch I could, his hand taking my hair and pulling my head back to bite my neck some more, loving what I said too because I could feel the animalistic shift.

"If you love it," Pulling my hips off the couch, it was hard to stop my body from dropping, but was so close to the high that I needed, "Then be my good baby girl and cum."

"I am, Yuta!" I was nearly shooting off the couch, tears in my eyes and holding onto his shoulders with sinking nails, his hips pinned against mine and drilling to keep the tip of his cock pounding my sweet spot, actually crying a bit at the burn at our hips, walls pulsating and getting the wind knocked out of me when slick gushed out around his cock, "Yuta-ah!"

It was like it was nothing to him at first, only making him thrust harder, having my breast bouncing and entire body rocking the couch, walls aching from the tight squeeze that let me feel every inch of his cock, especially when he began to throb, one last slam taking me out and earning another strong gush, having me cum again so quickly that I didn't realize it at first, my body went into outer space it felt like, dots of lights flashing in my rolling eyes.

"I know I told you to fuck me up, but oh my god," I wheezed out, hard to breathe and trembling at the sudden shoots of warmth, still some left in him and fucking his seed deep into me, "Oh my god, Yuta!"

"Wasn't too rough, was I?" He came to a slow stop, keeping our hips pinned, kissing softly when I shook my head, kissing back:

"I already told you that I love it. You a pro porn star too or something?"

I wouldn't be surprised if he said yes, but only saying it for a small laugh that we shared, shaking his head, kissing with a smile:

"No. I'm just that damn good." 

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Single Mother

Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader

The Blackpool combat club’s reaction to you becoming a single mom

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I woke up in the morning feeling like absolute garbage. This whole week I had just been feeling off. I thought it might be stress with everything going on lately but I knew what stress felt like. I was sick, not sick as in I have a cold, just sick. Tony hadn’t been booking me TV due to my sickness and I was grateful for that. However, being a part of the Blackpool Combat Club meant I would still have to be at every show and be ringside for the boy’s matches. Currently, I sat on the large couch in our private locker room eating crackers since it was the only thing I could hold down. I had never felt so sick in my entire life, this was unlike me. I never was sick, I was always ready for a fight. I needed to be. I know this frightened the BCC, they didn’t know what to do. Alone with my thoughts, Bryan entered the room with a concerned look in his eyes. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked nervously. “Like shit” I responded. I could see the gears turning in his head, I wondered what he was thinking. “What are your symptoms again?”  “Nausea, dizziness, some morning sickness. I just feel horrible. Why do you ask?” Bryan knew my symptoms, he and Mox were dealing with my sick ass all week. “I’m just thinking. Do you think that you could be pregnant?” Bryan oddly calm. “Why would you think I’m pregnant?” I asked him confused. “I’m just trying to think why you have been so sick recently. I also have two kids, ya know. I think I know pregnancy symptoms when I see them” This whole conversation between Bryan and I made me uncomfortable, yet he had a point. The more I thought about it, maybe I was pregnant. I didn’t even realize that I missed my period. 

It felt like the longest five minutes of my life as I awaited the results from the piece of plastic I held in my hand. This couldn't be happening right now, no way I could be pregnant. I paced around the small washroom as I awaited the results. The entire BCC stood on the other side of the door, guarding it like their lives depended on it. “What does it say?” yelled Mox through the door. “Nothing yet” I responded. After a few more moments of panicking the five minutes were up. I was too scared to look at the results. I wasn’t ready to be a mother, let alone a single mother! How would I explain this to everyone?

I looked at the test and felt my stomach drop. Two lines, I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. “Is everything okay in there?” Bryan asked carefully. I said nothing as I opened the door. They could tell by the tears that I was pregnant. I was greeted by a big group hug as I sobbed. We were the most badass faction in this company, what would people say about this? “It’s okay, It’s okay Y/n,” They told me as they ushered me back into our locker room. “No, it’s not okay. How the fuck am I supposed to raise a child!” I confessed 

“We will all help you” Bryan assured me “You don’t have to make a decision right now but whatever you do we will be there for every second” Claudio explained “We are family. You have nothing to worry about Y/n” I didn’t know what would happen, this was a lot to take in but I was grateful I had these guys who would be there for me for every second of it. 

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[valkyrie-night-103]

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Current WIPs -

StrickPage OneShots with canon-typical insane behaviour, and an only slightly less canon-typical E Rating. Oh boy I’ve written a lot for this one. I’m aiming for about 5 oneshots totalling over 10k words, but who knows what’ll happen

Golden Triad (Hangman/Kenny/Kota) Film-Noir inspired AU, featuring Hangman as a grizzled Private Investigator/investigative journalist, and Kenny and Kota the mysterious and handsome inside sources that end up saving his life.

Wheeler Yuta finding his place in the BCC, featuring Mox being totally unable to be normal about a trio faction, Bryan being mean and Yuta liking it a little too much. Regal is Regal, as per the usual.

Canon Divergent AU in which Kota comes to AEW with Kenny, and Hangman may just be a teeny bit in love with them both. Set during the early days of AEW, a few months before the pandemic era really began.

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[azxremoon]

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[ghostficwriter]

Spilled Blood; Spilled Feelings

Pairing / Form: Wheeler Yuta x Backstage Medical Staff!Reader / Oneshot Genre: Misc Warnings: Blood, bleeding, discussion of blading (the professional wrestling technique), panic attack, anxiety, wounds Word Count: 2,719 Characters: Wheeler Yuta, William Regal, Jon Moxley, Bryan Danielson, with brief appearances by Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy, because Yuta has alot of dads. Plot: It’s always somewhat nerve-wracking when a wrestler is scheduled to blade, but for some reason, Wheeler Yuta is different. For some reason, you can’t stop thinking about it - about him. What could it be?

You remembered the first time he came to the back, right after his first TV match. He didn’t really need medical attention, but Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy dragged him in, worrying over him like mother hens. 

It was sweet, the way they looked after him. And he was sweet too, in his awkward and charming way. Many wrestlers were so used to their bodies being on display that your touch and attention bothered them very little. But Yuta always seemed to get shy; he averted his eyes whenever you touched him to check for damage or to apply some cream or bandage or such. Perhaps he was squeamish? That was certainly nothing to be ashamed of.

Of course, if he was squeamish, that would be an issue tonight, since he was scheduled to blade in his match with Jon Moxley.

Last week, he, Mox, Bryan Danielson, Chuck, and Cassidy had all squeezed into your designated corner of the medical staff’s room to prepare him. It wasn’t the first time you’d gone over the process with a wrestler, but was the first time you’d had such an audience.

“Now, the first step, of course, is to make the blade,” you held up an example. “You’re going to cut it - carefully - so there’s one small, sharp point. I know it’s probably part of the craft and the moment to make your own, but I highly recommend you let me do it-”

“All due respect, ‘doc, but a man’s gotta forge his own weapon, especially when he’s turnin’ it on himself” Mox spoke as he leaned against a counter. 

You looked to Yuta, who nodded, before responding.  “I understand. I just ask that you show it to me before the match so I can check it. I can make sure it’s both safer and more effective.”

Yuta nodded again but didn’t speak. He knew Chuck and Cassidy well by this point, but it must have been intimidating to be working with Mox and Danielson.

“You’re also going to want to have a spare. I’m sure these gentlemen can show you how to wrap them into your wrist tape. For the blading itself, there’s two main methods: twisting and slicing. Twisting means less scars, less stitches, and a much easier patching up. Slicing means more scarring, more stitches, and me wrapping up your head, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.” You shot a pointed look at Danielson, who held his hands up with a good-natured grin.

“New dogs may be able to learn old tricks, but old habits still die hard.”

“This is true,” you turned your attention back to Yuta, “so start building a good habit - if you’re going to blade, twist, don’t slice.” You held up your example blade again; it was intentionally dulled so you could demonstrate. “Like this,” you didn’t notice the horror in Yuta’s eyes as you lifted the razor to your head, but everyone heard his yelp of surprise as you twisted it and his soft “ah” when no blood came out.

“Sorry, I should have shown you it was dull first!” you exclaimed as Mox and Chuck slapped Yuta on the back and grinned teasingly.

“N-no, it’s fine, I’m sorry.” Yuta’s face was beet red. Ah, he must have been embarrassed about his outburst - was he going to be able to handle the match?

“It’s alright. Although…if you’re feeling squeamish about it, I’m sure the match could still be successful without you blading.” Your voice was kind, non-judgemental. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel condescended to.

“S’not the blood he’s nervous about.” Mox knocked his shoulder against Yuta’s, “Right kid?”

“N-no.” Yuta’s face was even redder now. You didn’t want to embarrass him any further, so you let it go. 

“Then all that’s left is what to do with the razor afterwards. Some people slip them into their waistband, some people hand them off to the ref - decide what makes sense to you. But if you pull a Shawn Michaels and put it in your mouth, I will personally ensure that you never participate in a match with blood ever again on AEW programming and I will yell at you the entire time I bandage you up.”

Yuta nodded again, looking meek this time.

You smiled, wanting to put him at ease. “And after the match, I’m sure there'll be a couple backstage photos, but you make your way right here as soon as possible. Understood?”

He nodded again.

“Good. And Mr. Moxley, I expect you to hold him to that - don’t let him get lost in the after-match rush. Bring him right here.”

“Of course, ‘doc.” Mox grinned, and Danielseon nodded along.

“Well, I’ve lectured you long enough. Good luck, Yuta - let me know if you have any questions.”

You’d smiled as they all left your space to Chuck chanting “Baby’s first blading! Baby’s first blading!” But for some reason your stomach was churning. You always got a bit nervous when a wrestler was booked to blade, it was dangerous after all, but you usually didn’t feel that worry until you were watching the match on the monitors. 

Why was this different?

***

On the night of the match itself, you still had an unsettling, unfamiliar unease. Even as you checked and double checked your supplies, even as you helped Anna Jay stretch out her shoulder, even as you met with the rest of the medical team, Wheeler Yuta was at the back of your mind.

There was no reason you could think of to be extra nervous. You’d gone over the process with him, he was a professional, he was working with one of the best hardcore werstlers in the business, and you had everything ready - a couple blades in case he changed his mind about making his own, bandages, disinfectant, and the juice and snack that were the standard after blood loss.

You chuckled at the memories of older wrestlers sitting in medical with their juice boxes and crackers or cookies - Bryan Danielson, CM Punk, and even Mr. Jon Moxley himself. You took a certain pride in always being able to get the performers to sit down and sip their juice and eat their snack - no matter how “hardcore” they were. The newer wrestlers followed their example, which made everything easier.

“Uh, hey.” Yuta’s quiet greeting pulled you out of your thoughts and brought a small smile to your face.

“Good evening. Are you ready for your match?”

Yuta scratched at his neck. “Yeah, and I, uh, brought these.” He held up two blades, their sharp points glinting.

You waved him over and took both blades from his hand, holding it up to the light, checking for any nicks, making sure it was a straight point. “Perfect.”

You offered a reassuring smile as you carefully pressed them back into his hands, covering them with your own. “Be careful out there, okay?” It didn’t come out how it usually did. With the vets, like Mox and Bryan, it was chiding and somewhat playful. With the rookies like Britt and JB, it was more reassuring. But with Yuta it was almost desperate, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You didn’t notice Yuta’s face getting red again, his heartbeat speeding up at your hands on his, his eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“I-I will. I promise.” He squeezed your hands and once again brought you back into the present. 

“Are you nervous?” You were still holding onto his hands, why were you still holding onto his hands?

“Honestly?” He swallowed. “There's a part of me that’s terrified. Not of the blood, exactly, but just - I want it to be perfect, you know? But I’m also excited, and I think it’s all kind of mixing up in my head.”

This time, you gave the reassuring squeeze. “Sounds perfectly normal to me.” You looked down for a moment, unsure why you felt a little out of breath. “You’re going to do great. You’re going to blow them away.”

The smile that appeared on his face was warm, spreading like a sunflower to greet the morning light. But before he could reply, a gruff voice startled your hands out of his.

“Hey, kid, production crew’s got a few questions before the show starts.”

Yuta nodded, but he looked…disappointed? He nodded to you again and shuffled out with Moxley.

Beyond your sphere of hearing, the older wrestler nudged Yuta with his shoulder, “Looks like you two were having a moment there, you finally tell her?” 

Yuta sighed, “No, not yet.”

Mox chuckled, “Ah, young love.”

Yuta rolled his eyes.

“Don’t wait too long kid. Don’t wanna miss out.”

***

You usually paid close attention to bloody matches, both as a wrestling fan but also out of a desire to analyze as much about the damage being done as you could. But you found yourself transfixed in an entirely different way during Yuta and Mox’s brawl. 

It started out fine; you were able to swallow the mysterious dread in your stomach and enjoy the performance. But once Yuta’s blood began to flow, you froze, unable to look away, unable to think, your breaths becoming shallow. 

Terror. Utter terror, consuming worry, overpowering concern for that man’s safety.

Your usually calculating, medical expression having given way to panic did not go unnoticed.

“Are you alright, dear?” William Regal’s unmistakable voice was soft, careful, as if approaching a wounded animal. He’d held his hand up when Bryan had tried to follow him to your side, not wanting to overwhelm you.

You turned to him, your eyes wide and your tongue frozen, only able to sputter out the beginnings of a sentence: “I-I don’t-I-”

“Shh, shh, no words yet, dove, just breathe.” Regals’ speech was firm but kind. “Focus here,” he pointed at his eyes, “and breathe with me. Here we go - in,” he breathed deeply through his nose, “and out.”

You followed his lead, your breath falling into a rhythm. 

“Yes, just like that, dove, keep breathing.” 

Your world narrowed to just his eyes, his voice, and your breathing. And slowly, but surely, you stopped shaking.

“Better, dove?”

You nodded, not yet ready to speak. 

“Good. Now, Mr. Danielson and Mr. Moxley have told me that you are very good at your job. All of the performers here at AEW trust you to do what you know well. So, dove, you need to trust them back. Young Yuta is good, great even, at what he does. So trust him to do it safely.”

“Thank you. For helping me breathe, and for that. I’m usually not this emotional about matches. I don’t know what came over me…”

Regal placed a hand on your shoulder, “Really? It seems you’re even more oblivious than our Yuta, then.”

“What do you -”

Regal didn’t let you finish, “Now, now dove, that’s a question for the young lad himself. Right now though, I think you should watch him work and think about it. I’ll make sure he gets straight back to you when the match is finished.”

And before you could reply, he’d stepped away and you were alone again in front of the monitor. 

Yuta was still bleeding, and it was still unsettling, but the look in his eyes wasn’t fearful, it was defiant. It was bold, it was confident. Your world narrowed again, but this time your focus was the fire in his eyes, the scowl formed by his lips, the war cries bellowed from his mouth. Your stomach was churning again but not with fear. And when the match ended, he stood proud - beaten - but proud and strong. 

Mr. Regal kept to his word and brought Yuta straight back to your station with Mox, who was grinning with pride. “Alright, Moxley, the lad’s in good hands now,” the older man sent you a wink.

You nodded in response, already pulling gloves onto your freshly washed hands and approaching your charge, looking at him for permission before touching him. But where he would normally nod and avoid your eyes, this time he was staring into them. It felt like he could see right through them, see what lay beneath. You had to break away to examine his head, but you could feel him watching you still. 

He winced slightly when your fingers grazed over the wound, but remained quiet. Now you were avoiding his eyes; they burned into you as you carefully, gently wiped the blood from his face, the cloth in your hand turning red. “A perfectly fixable cut.” Your voice was quiet, “this will string a little.” You dabbed at the blood and murmured reassuringly as you applied the antiseptic and affixed the bandaging. Now to make sure there was nothing else to tend to. “I’m going to check over-” 

You were cut off not by a sound, but by the way his eyes still focused on you, on yours. 

It was a look of confidence, of interest, and as you finally let yourself gaze back, there was also fondness. His gaze softened and a small smile started to curve at his lips.

Your heart was growing louder with each beat, and he just kept looking, looking at you as if you were to be treasured. And, as the moment wore on (Was it an hour? Was it seconds?), concern entered his gaze.

His voice was soft when he broke the silence, “Regal told me you panicked during the match.”

You swallowed thickly, “Y-yes. I’m sorry, it was unprofessional-”

This time it was his hand coming to rest on yours that stopped you. “I’m not mad at you, I’m…worried about you. Are you okay?”

“I think that’s my line,” you grimaced, gesturing at the blood still staining his chest and arms.

He laughed, and without realizing it, you leaned slightly forward, drawn towards the warm sound.

“I’m sure I’ll be as good as new with you looking after me.” His smirk returned before he finally broke eye contact, the nervous Yuta you were used to making an appearance. “You know, the other day, Mox was telling me that some wrestlers have signals they do to let the people they care about know they’re okay. Like, little things that most people wouldn’t notice.”

“People they care about?” There’s your racing heart again.

Yuta huffed out a nervous laugh, “I usually don’t get all flustered when someone’s bandaging me up. And I don’t usually look forward to getting checked over after matches.” He looked at you.

“And I don’t usually panic about patients bleeding…or feel like my heart's going to burst out of my chest when they look at me.”

The smile on his face couldn’t have been bigger, couldn’t have been brighter. You fought the embarrassed urge to look way - missing this would be a crime. So instead you spoke again. “I’m still going to make you eat them, but I’m guessing after that match, you’re going to need more than just juice and crackers. And, um, I was too nervous to eat dinner so, maybe we could…” you trailed off, still nervous. What if you were jumping to conclu-

But Yuta was still smiling and interrupted your doubts before the thought could finish: “Only if it’s a date.”

You laughed, feeling the tension draining from your muscles, butterflies flitting in to take its place. “Of course.”

You were wrong before - Yuta could smile even harder. He hopped up from the cot he was perched on and slipped his fingers over yours, looking around to be sure you were alone before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. 

Both you and Yuta were too wrapped up in the moment to notice the members of his new faction hovering around in the hall.

William Regal smiled in satisfaction as both Mox and Bryan fished cash out of their pockets. “Spilled blood can lead to spilled feelings, boys. Never bet against an old man.” 

“Would have been another week if he didn’t bleed like a -”

“Now, now, Moxley,” Regal chided, “What’s done is done.”

Bryan laughed, “He’s just hiding how giddy he is about it finally happening.”

And so, the three veterans looked on (with varying levels of obviousness in their fondness) as Yuta held your face in his hands, gently, tenderly, gazing at you like you were the sun, the stars, the galaxy.

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Writing Requests open!

Kieran here, ready to polish their English skills with some drabbles, headcanons, oneshots, and anything your heart desires as long as they follow the rules!

I currently am mainly into the wrestling fandom, so here’s the list!

Wrestlers I can certainly write for

Male:

Adam Cole

Bray Wyatt

Chris Jericho

Christian Cage

Chuck Taylor

CM Punk

Cody Rhodes

Darby Allin

Dean Ambrose  (I consider him a COMPLETELY different entity from Jon Moxley...sue me.)

Drew McIntyre

Eddie Kingston

Edge

Jeff Hardy

Johnny Gargano

Jon Moxley

Jungle Boy

Kane

Lance Archer

Luchasaurus

Malakai Black

Marko Stunt

Matt Jackson

MJF

Mustafa Ali

Nick Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ortiz

PAC

Randy Orton

Roman Reigns

Sammy Guevara

Seth Rollins

Shawn Michaels

Sting

Tony Khan (*cough*)

Trent? (?)

Triple H

Undertaker

Wardlow

Wheeler Yuta

Female:

Abadon

AJ Lee

Alexa Bliss

Anna Jay

Asuka

Bayley

Becky Lynch

Bianca Belair

Britt Baker

Dakota Kai

Hikaru Shida

Io Shirai

Jamie Hayter

Kris Statlander

Lita

Liv Morgan

Maki Itoh

Naomi

Natalya

Nikki A.S.H.

Penelope Ford

Rhea Ripley

Ruby Riott

Sasha Banks

Shayna Baszler

Stephanie McMahon

Tay Conti

Thunder Rosa

If they’re not on this list, you are totally always welcome to ask if I can write for them, and maybe I can, depending on how much creative juice I have in me!

And here are the rules to getting that content:

 Send an ask, if you’re not sure on what you want, then you are always welcome to DM me.

Specify what you want (headcanons, drabble, oneshot) with which wrestler(s), and whether it’s fluff, angst, comfort, NSFW, or others (throw me an AU and I might just grab it!). If it’s something more complicated, I will go over to your DMs and ask you for more specifications. If you don’t specify anything, it’s free real estate for me, and you’re going to have to see what you get on my Russian Roulette for you.

Specify the kinks if there are any. If it’s a no-no kink for me or a kink I’m not used to, then I will go over to your DMs if you’re not on anon to talk it out, see what we can do, and if it’s anon I unfortunately might just have to chop you off the board, I apologize.

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Please be patient! I’m a kindergarten teacher with loads of work in my hands and some very fussy parents to handle with on the daily (the children are great, the parents...eh), so I’ll get to you, I promise, it might take some time!

With that all said, send ‘em over!

- Kieran

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Late Night Adventures with a Green-Haired Kingpin

(Dinner Version)

Part 1 | Part 2 Intro | Part 2 | Part 3 Intro | Part 3 | Part 4 Intro | Part 4: Yuta Oneshot! | Part 4 | Part 5 Finale (Happy Ending) | Part 5 Finale (Sad Ending) | Part 5 Finale (Wildcard Ending)

Chapter Summary: Taeyong and his sister, Hae-Ju, meet each other for the first time. A strong bond is formed and now Taeyong has a surprise for Hae-Ju.

Pairing: Gang Leader!Taeyong X Reader

Genre: ANGST, fluff

Warning: death mention, funeral mention, cheating mention

Word Count: 2.3K

(a/n: this is an intro for part 4! I got a lot of questions about Greenie’s sister so I hope this answers most of them!! This was probably the saddest chapter to write but Thank you guys for your support!! I hope you like it❤️also!! Happy Birthday @pwurin !!!❤️🎈🎊🎂thank you for all the love🥺)

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[12 Years Ago: The Funeral]

Taeyong’s aunt and uncle drive the black suv over a long and bumpy road as they leave the cemetery.

He looks out through the window through teary eyes as he remembers his parents and the last conversation he had with them.

“Taeyong-Ah! You’ve done so well, your science project got first place?! Where do you want to eat? We have to celebrate!”

A tear rolls down his cheek as he remembers his mom’s excited face and his dad’s proud smile.

But he didn’t get a chance to tell them where he wanted to go, as his dad was called in for work right after.

Once again, Taeyong’s dad would have to fly out to Korea for business, leaving he and his mom to celebrate alone.

Taeyong remembered being upset at the urgency of his father’s trip and how his father always agreed to leave them behind for work; he was so furious this time, he didn’t even look at him when he said goodbye.

But the young boy would come to regret his pettiness.

His mom accompanied his dad to the airport, and that’s when it happened.

He didn’t know exactly how the car accident happened. He overheard the cops say things like “18-wheeler,” and “brake malfunction.” However, none of it made sense.

Why him? Why his parents? Why did his dad have to leave for work that night?

Taeyong was confused, upset, and devastated. It felt surreal. He stared at the door, waiting for his parents to come through it at any moment.

Too many thoughts, too many emotions, too many new faces and people he didn’t want to talk to. Too many questions.

“what do you want to eat, Taeyong?”

“Did you sleep well, Taeyong?”

“How can I help you, Taeyong?”

He wished it would all end. He wished he could just go home and run into the arms of his happy parents again.

The ride home finally ended and as soon as Taeyong entered his house, his family members stopped talking and turned to him. He hated the way they looked at him, they pitied him and it pissed him off. Everything pissed him off. He never saw these people, he didn’t have a good relationship with any of them. And now, they filled his home and gossiped and ate food like they really cared for his parents in the first place.

He took his black dress shoes off and was about to run upstairs and lock himself in his room before his aunt took hold of his hand.

“Taeyong..before you go, there’s someone you have to meet.” His paternal aunt looked on him with a sincerely sad expression. Her eyes were just like his father’s, deep, warm. They were comforting and calming, even with all the madness around them.

She was the only one that really made Taeyong feel normal, so he didn’t mind doing what she said.

He nodded slowly and wiped his teary eyes.

She took his hand and led him to his father’s office upstairs.

“I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, she brought a young girl into the room and locked the door behind them. She was small and looked familiar, but Taeyong couldn’t figure out how he knew her.

“Taeyong..you don’t know this, but.. this is Hae-Ju.. she’s your sister.”

Taeyong’s aunt started slowly, she waited to see Taeyong’s initial reaction.

Would he lash out? Would he cry harder? She wasn’t sure, so she wanted to be careful and give him time.

Hae-Ju hid behind her leg, peaking out from behind to see the strange boy’s face.

She was also grieving and didn’t completely understand the situation.

Neither of them knew of each other’s existence until now.

“your father..left often to take care of Hae-Ju in Korea..he planned to tell you about her and to introduce the two of you later this year..Taeyong..” his aunt sighed and place both hands on Taeyong’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry that this is happening under these circumstances, but I wanted you to know that you’re not alone.”

“He lied to me.” Taeyong’s eyes started to fill with water again. The fire in his chest started to build as he thought about all the times his father said he’d be going to Korea for work.

“Taeyong..please.” His aunt started.

Taeyong brushed her off and shook his head.

“Taeyong..your father loved you and her..he just couldn’t find the right time to tell you.”

Tears started to roll down Taeyong’s cheeks. He darted past his aunt and was about leave the room when he felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his waist.

“Please..brother..don’t leave me alone.” Hae-Ju’s soft, high-pitched voice entered Taeyong’s ears.

He was frightened by the sudden embrace, but couldn’t push the small girl away. This simple hug calmed the fire. He felt a small glimpse of hope and belonging start to build. He was upset with his father, but he now realized that he wasn’t the only one grieving.

He would have to be responsible and take care of his little sister now. It’s what his parents would have expected from him had they still been alive.

And so, Taeyong turned to face her and hugged her back.

They cried together in their father’s office for what felt like hours.

They bonded over the next few weeks they’d spend together and when the time came for Hae-Ju to leave for Korea, Taeyong found himself feeling immensely sad again.

His aunt gave him the option to stay with his maternal uncle and their family or to head back to Korea with her, but Taeyong chose to stay. He was afraid of the difference in culture and didn’t want to leave his best friend, Yuta.

Yuta helped him through everything, he couldn’t bare to be miles away from him when he was one of the few people in his life that still made him happy.

Things would’ve gone differently for poor Taeyong had he gone to Korea and lived peacefully with his aunt.

Nonetheless, he’d miss Hae-Ju. He was thankful that he got to know her and swore to take his duties as older brother seriously. She was only 3 years younger than him, but she was so small and innocent. She needed his protection, for they only had each other now.

“I’ll visit you every year and when I make money, I’ll visit every month!” Taeyong said as he hugged Hae-Ju in the airport.

Hae-Ju smiled widely and held out her pinky. “Pinky promise?”

Taeyong giggled. “Pinky promise.”

They linked their pinkies and hugged one last time before she left.

————

[12 Years Later: 2 Months without y/n]

Taeyong laughed to himself as he remembered Hae-Ju’s small face when they first made their pinky promise.

He was excited to see his sister. He hadn’t kept well on his promise, but he hoped she would just understand that part of adulting is prioritizing and sometimes, abandoning promises.

His private jet landed, but he was too distracted by thoughts of you to notice the pilot telling him it’s okay to release his seatbelt.

The way you said his name, your smile and laugh, the way you held his hand gently. It all made him soft. He missed you so much, but things were bad..so bad now. Could he ever give you the life you deserved?

“Sir..sir?”

The pilot tapped his shoulder.

Taeyong turned around quickly with wide eyes.

“What the hell do you want? Why are you touching me?” He said with disdain.

The pilot sighed. You’d think after a long ass flight, Taeyong would be more respectful to the man that flew the plane for hours without rest.

“You’ve been here for about 10 minutes, sir.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me I could take my seat belt off?” Taeyong started to unbuckle his belt, then grabbed his bag as the pilot rolled his eyes.

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“Taeyong!!!” Hae-Ju ran to Taeyong, jumping into his arms and burying her face into his chest.

Taeyong chuckled. “Woah, woah there, I’m not as strong as I look.”

Hae-Ju pulled away and smiled. She pinched his cheeks while he tried to shake his head and get away from her.

“Taeyong-oppa, you’ve been eating well!”

Taeyong nodded and giggled. However, the reality was he wasn’t eating, nor sleeping well since you left him alone. He was tired, but glad that his face didn’t seem to show it.

Hae-Ju looked adorable as always. She wore a bright yellow sweatshirt with her college’s name in bold letters across the front and white sneakers.

“Come on! Let’s go get kalguksu!”

Hae-Ju took his hand and dragged him to her car. She shouted to the driver the name of the restaurant.

She knew Taeyong loved kalguksu especially when it was made correctly in Korea.

It was clear to see that Hae-Ju loves Taeyong. She didn’t know what he did back home. She had her suspicions especially with all the tattoos and the strange hair color, but she didn’t really care. Because what she did know was that he took good care of her and always made sure she was okay.

He was a splitting image of their father in both physical and personality aspects.

That’s why she was drawn to him from the moment they met, she always saw the good in him. She always saw her father whom she missed dearly.

And Taeyong was reminded of his father when he looked at her too. Her eagerness and positivity, her bright smile, button nose and crinkling eyes all reminded him of his father.

Together, they tried to make do with no longer having him around. Yes, he did have an affair with another woman and lie to him and his mother, but Taeyong couldn’t hate him. He could only deal with the consequences and thankfully, he was given the best little sister in the process.

Both he and Hae-Ju decided to work hard like him and honor his name, because regardless of the negative things he did when he was alive, he deserved to be forgiven.

“How’s school?” Taeyong said before slurping his noodles.

“It’s okay, chemistry is kicking my butt, but I’ll be okay!” Hae-Ju smiled.

“Do you want me to handle him?” Taeyong wiped his mouth.

“handle who?” Hae-Ju’s brows furrowed as she twirled her chopstick.

“This chemistry guy.” Taeyong tried to keep a straight face.

Hae-Ju bursted out into laughter and covered her mouth. “you’re so stupid.”

The two caught up for about two hours in the restaurant. Talking about everything from Hae-Ju’s school and major to Taeyong’s “job” as an art collector and seller, and from korean politics to Hae-Ju’s messy love life. Taeyong laughed at it all because the irony was that it wasn’t nearly as messy as his love life, but Hae-Ju was still overwhelmed.

He would zone out a few times and think about you and how much you’d love her. He knew you two would get along so well, based on the way you talked. He didn’t even remember why he never told you about her. Maybe it’s because he’s so used to protecting her and keeping her name in the dark, it slipped his mind.

He hoped Hae-Ju didn’t notice that he was distracted.

Taeyong cleared his throat and shook his head to get your face out of it for just a moment.

“There’s another reason..why I’m here, Hae-Ju.”

The mood grew more serious.

“What do you mean? I’m not the only reason you came to this wonderful country? Wait, are you into kpop now?”

Taeyong laughed. “No..no, you’re the main reason why I’m here..but there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“You have a significant other! You?! THE Taeyong..you’re capable of love?!” Hae-Ju’s eyes widened.

Taeyong never talked about his love life around her so she just assumed it didn’t exist.

“Yes..we’re engaged..actually.”

Hae-Ju spit out her water. “You’re getting MARRIED?”

Taeyong couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes.”

Hae-Ju couldn’t contain herself, she jumped up from her seat and hugged Taeyong tightly.

“I’m so happy for you! Who’s the lucky person?”

“You’ll meet her soon, I promise.”

“Oh my God!! I gotta get a dress! Is she nice? How old is she? Where is she from? Does she have long or short hair? What color will the wedding be? Oh my God does this mean you’re gonna be a father soon? Am I gonna be an aunt?! Do you-“

Hae-Ju rambled on, she didn’t even stop for breath.

“Hae-Ju..I promise to answer all your burning questions but I’m tired.” Taeyong laughed and held his head down. He knew he’d have to tell her at some point but why did it have to be after his 13 hour long flight?

“Tomorrow! Can I meet her tomorrow?”

Hae-Ju anxiously waited for Taeyong to respond.

He looked up to the ceiling and thought for a moment.

“Please!! Please, I wanna meet her so badly. What’s her name? Is she young or old? What’s her favorite color? I could get her a present! What-“

“Okay! Okay! Tomorrow for brunch!”

Taeyong closed his eyes and rubbed his temple.

Hae-Ju jumped up and hoorayed one the restaurant, ignoring the glares and snickers of onlookers just trying to enjoy their meal.

————

[12:30 PM the next day]

“She should be here in a few minutes.”

Taeyong pulled out a chair from the round table for his sister.

“Great! Do you think she’ll like me?”

Hae-Ju asked as she sat down in the chair.

“Of course she’ll like you!”

Taeyong waved over the waiter.

“Coffee.”

The waiter quickly nodded and went to the kitchen.

“It doesn’t hurt to say ‘please.’” Hae-Ju scolded Taeyong for his abruptness.

She should’ve been used to it by now, but politeness was one thing he did not take from their father.

“Why say please when I could just say what I want?” He shrugged his shoulders.

Hae-Ju shook her head and was about to respond when her mouth dropped. She watched as a slim lady with long black hair approached the table. She was incredibly beautiful and radiant, like a model in the flesh.

Taeyong was confused and turned to see what she was looking at.

It was her.

The woman he’d spend the rest of his life with. The woman he would claim his love for.

He stood up and pulled the third chair at the table out for her to sit on.

She smiled widely as Hae-Ju stared in disbelief.

“Hae-Ju...” Taeyong chuckled at the sight of his star-stricken sister.

“This is..”

“Xena..It’s so nice to meet you Hae-Ju.” Xena smiled widely and shook her hand while bowing.

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[satannedtrash]

a new year’s resolution | qian kun

summary: where you go out with friends to welcome in the new year, but you never expected to welcome something - or rather, someone - else.

pairing: qian kun x reader

word count: 3.3k/3365 words

genre: fluff. just fluff. pure fluff

format: dot points (still not experienced enough yet :|)

warnings: none unless mild to moderate swearing and total drunks aren’t your thing (also not edited oh dear) (and ooc kun cuz i suck at this ok)

author’s note: tHIS WAS MEANT TO BE FINISHED LAST WEEK BUT STUFF CAME UP SO IT’S HELLA LATE AAA but anyway at first i wasn’t entirely sure what member to write about, but then i remembered how sm didn’t even release a happy birthday post to kun (jan 1). so i thought that i can dedicate this to kun. happy (extremely belated) birthday to the butter-for-our-ears vocalist, angel and mum, kun! (also y/f/n means your friend’s name)

EDIT: just realised there was a whole section missing (i realised after a month because i didn’t want to read back on this - thing - until now) and without it the oneshot didn’t flow, so i added it in. hope it all clears things up!

11:19 pm

before this story starts imma explain sum stuff

first of all: bless kun

second of all: appreciate kun

third of all: say happy birthday to kun

oh and this is an au where the nct members aren’t idols so don’t expect to see saesangs or fans with their cameras out taking a photo of every move they make being mentioned in here

aaand i’m rambling so with that out of the way lez go

laughing at a friend’s joke, you lifted your right hand which held your phone, causing the screen to turn on

“gEEz okay then”

the bright, white light emitted from it shocked your eyes, making you blink furiously

when you could finally see without being partially blinded, you quickly checked the time and placed your phone face-down next to you

“what’s the time?” y/f/n asked, chin on your shoulder

not bothered to check again, you just say “11:19” and then leaned your head on theirs

“can you believe that 2018 is ending?”

“yep. this year sucked for me so i’m down for it to end”

“always looking forward, huh?”

you shifted your gaze from the city skyline to your friend. “have to. can’t afford to stick to the past”

pouting, y/f/n was about to respond when you lifted your head and stopped leaning back on your arms to sit upright

“besides, we gotta enjoy tonight, instead of moping around.” here, you noticed your friend eyeing the beers nearby you and sighed heavily. guess i need to be chaperone for the night

well considering that the rest of your friends and their friends were wasted might as well make sure they don’t mess the docks up

as you handed the bottle to your friend, their expression brightened as they snatched it from you

well damn aren’t they excited to get drunk

wait it’s not even 11:30 yet and we’re still going to a bar nearby after the fireworks wat

“er, shouldn’t you wait till after midnight to drink?”

“nah m8 tis the best time to have some”

(i have just realised that the vibe of this went from serious storytelling to a memey laidback sorta thing damn it)

(oh well i’ll roll with it)

not knowing what to do now that there wasn’t much to talk about, you brought out your earphones and decided to listen to some music to pass the time

calming music, such as a song with nine glorious men singing and some bed squeaking in the background

(i’ll let you guess what song i’m talking about)

you let your head bop to the song as you looked out to the sea port twenty metres in front of you, watching the dark waters ripple

11:48 pm

the next time you turned on your phone to see how many minutes left you had become a third wheeler

quite the strong third wheeler might i add

a few moments after the first song you were listening to finished, your good friend yuta had joined you and y/f/n because his other friends were “too rowdy”

but as soon as he saw the bottles he said “gimme”

so you were sitting there (barbecue sauce on my-) with two just barely sober adults acting like complete children

you had to wrestle out of y/f/n’s koala hug around your waist and escape yuta’s chin noogie to grab your phone

“oh for fuck’s sake” father why have you foresaken me

when you finished preparing yourself for another possible 27 minutes of torture, you turned around to see yuta and y/f/n throwing themselves at each other, singing like magpies

“wE wIsh yOU A mErrY chrIstmAsssss aNd a hAppY nEw yeeeEeAArr!!1!” they then took the opportunity to laugh, squeal and kiss the hecc out of each other’s cheeks

you knew that your friend was absolute shit at singing, but yuta was a whole different story good lord

you thought he was good???

maybe just when he hasn’t had a few drinks

you stared at the two dolphins then promptly stood up and sat down behind them because you had to make sure they didn’t do anything more than whatever the hell this was

not like it could get any worse

you could feel the gazes of pity the others were sending you, but frankly you didn’t care

before, you couldn’t wait for the new year to come, but now you were more eager than ever

someone please save my poor soul

11:59 pm

“yEEEE BOI a minute left!”

eleven minutes have passed and the final 60 seconds of the year were being counted down

you were less excited for the new year and more excited for the end of your chaperoning being closer

all you had to do was get through the firework display, watch the adorable couple in front of you until the bar and let them do what they want (there were sure to be other friends who were willing to let them join in)

it seemed like a simple, solid plan! :D

before you knew it, yuta and y/f/n had already started counting down from 15, so might as well start now

“13, 12, 11, 10...”

you took a glance at y/f/n, who grinned back at you and threw their arm around your shoulder

“7, 6, 5, 4, 3...” here we go

“1 - happy new year!!”

it was at this moment you realised that your eardrums were incapable of tolerating the two dolphins beside you

sINCE WHEN WAS YUTA ABLE TO SCREAM THAT LOUD AND HIGH THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE

yay to starting the new year with loud friends screaming like there’s no tomorrow amiright

you had trouble focusing on the fireworks to the point you could only hear most of the big ones

that’s how hard it was to be next to them but oh well

marvelling at the city skyline, the fireworks seeming like entirely new stars, you began having very deep thoughts

the typical ones, such as “ what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like by the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?”

you had asked the exact same things when 2017 shifted to 2018 and found that you actually had an answer for all of them

2018 brought some crappy stuff but also some good stuff to balance that out

you were still sort of the same, because every time something major came up you only changed a bit then went back to normal

and you weren’t with anyone yet, which you had expected

but a little birdy on your shoulder said, “then get with someone in 2019! make it a new year’s resolution!”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought, but you decided to focus on the sky for now

because since when did you ever make or follow new year’s resolutions?

12:16 am

“12:16 okay then”

turns out you didn’t consider the walk to the bar part of your chaperoning

by the time the display ended, yuta and y/f/n could walk, but not without wobbling and intense laughter

so guess who had to make sure they could at least make the trip to the bar?

“um, are you sure you don’t want to go home yet?” 

“nah, i caan’t, my sister was meaant to be at home-!”- y/f/n stumbled a bit but you caught them before they fell - “-but she’s not, and i can’t beeee home by myselfff”

no wonder

here, you were struggling to keep the both of them propped up as you walked along the road, so there was bound to be a slip up

“you should’ve seen their face! haHA-!” yuta laughed a little too hard and nearly fell over his own feet, prompting you to panic and scramble to keep him from falling to the ground

“oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-!”

but you didn’t need to because someone else already beat you to it!

sighing in relief, you looked up to see none other than the great qian kun putting yuta’s arm around his shoulder

he looked over to you gaping at him and smiled that warm smile that looked like it was sculpted by the gods

wow he looks great in this lighting

you were always attracted to kun, ever since you two began talking after stopping a full blown war between doyoung and ten

he appeared so soft and kind to you and you two seemed to have a lot in common

so naturally you hit it off

because who doesn’t love kun? :D

“you’re welcome?” oh shit i didn’t just stare at him for that long did i

“oh - sorry - thanks for that” nice going there y/n you idiot

kun just chuckled and hefted his drunk friend as he started walking, you doing the same

it became comfortably silent as your group made their way down the street and turned left into a reasonably sized bar, which as surprisingly not that busy

you set y/f/n down on a chair that thankfully had a tall enough back to keep them up and sat down next to them, exhaling

kun patted yuta’s back and went to sit down next to you

laying your head on the counter, you thought of striking up a conversation with kun

so, instead of saying things like “happy new year”, “thanks for helping me” or even “they’re hard to deal with anyway”, you just said “woah.”

yEAH AGAIN NICE GOING THERE Y/N

“‘woah’? what’s ‘woah’?” he responded, taking on a teasing, motherly tone

you could hear the grin in his voice

you panicked and stammered some illegible words before you could actually speak

“i meant like, woah, that was exhausting, they made things real hard and all that…”

then you thought of something brilliant

you took out your phone and googled “woah”, only to find that it wasn’t spelled w-o-a-h but instead meant to be w-h-o-a

you frowned but typed “whoa meaning” instead and showed the definition to kun

all the while still laying on the mahogany-coloured counter

to your surprise, he rolled his eyes, laughed and ruffled your hair

“that was a really bad joke but you’re lucky i have the same sense of humor” his laugh was infectious so you had to smile

then he asked, “are you okay? not too tired?”

sitting up, you put your phone back in your pocket

“nah, my arms just ache, but it’s fine.” your polite smile suddenly grew into a wide smirk. “thanks for worrying, mum”

“i’m not a mum!” his expression made you have the sudden urge to burst into endless chuckles

in the corner of your eye, you could see ten, doyoung and johnny elbowing each other, pointing at you and kun and singing “kiss the girl”

you then had the sudden urge to throw some hands

kun (obviously) overheard them and sighed

“why are they like this”

“i wish i knew”

you and kun talked some more, random topics like how uni was going for you, how his singing was, how your book was going, all that jazz

with some playful banter and the occasional jokes that made you laugh so hard your back hurt

“kun loving puns and dad jokes? a coincidence?”

“i only laugh at them to make you feel better!”

“gasp! how dare you!”

“only joking, y/n!”

while you two giggled, y/f/n suddenly turned to you and said, “i think yuta and i will be fine here…”

you stopped and looked back at them, concerned

“you sure?”

“we’ll just go sit with the boys over there-!” a hiccup. “-it’ll be fine!” then, it hit you

is this bitch trying to play matchmaker 

you grumbled “i’m not sure…” but then kun spoke up

“yeah, sure, that’s fine,” when you gave him a quizzical look, he added on, “as much as i don’t trust johnny, doyoung and ten, at least it’s not just the two of them?”

he phrased it as a question instead of a statement, his voice getting higher by each word spoken

you pondered over this

well, he’s not wrong

you exhaled in defeat, saying “fine, go ahead”

y/f/n grinned at you and gave a knowing wink before dragging yuta over to the three boys

two of whom were busy flirting to each other and the other one third wheeling

you raised your eyebrows up and down at them before turning back to kun, who was looking outside

“so,” you started, causing him to look at you, “are you sure you want yuta and y/f/n wreaking havoc with those three?” you nodded in the group’s direction

kun stayed silent for a bit, then said “yeah, i’m sure. it kinda looked like you needed a break from them.”

“true. there’s only so much you can take.” kun chuckled at that and looked outside again

it went silent, but in stark contrast to the vibe of the walk leading to the bar, it was very awkward

too awkward to handle

so you took the opportunity to debate with yourself whether or not you should study kun

damn what if he looks at me though i’m not really risking that

but how can you not look at him? and what’s there to talk about?

it’s not worth the embarrassment

look-

no

at-

no

him 

you were about to take a quick glance, but then kun spoke

“besides, i want to show you something”

once again, another puzzled look

“if you don’t mind, of course”

without another thought, you said “sure.”

“really? you’re okay with it?” you smiled at kun’s eagerness

“yeah, might as well, now that we don’t have anyone to watch over.” kun grinned and stood up, making sure to push in his chair (we love a polite king)

you two were about to walk out the door when you looked at a certain group three tables away from you

johnny and ten were still flirting and yuta and y/f/n were still laughing

but this time, doyoung wasn’t a third wheeler anymore, because a man who looked younger than him was having a somewhat civilised conversation with doyoung

you elbowed kun and made him look at them and made sure doyoung, johnny and ten saw you before both mouthing, “sha la la la la la my, oh, my~”

you took a mental screenshot of their faces before you and kun cackled your way out of the bar

12:47 am

“what are you planning on showing me?”

the two of you had been walking and talking for a while now, but kun still didn’t say what he was going to show you

you were waiting patiently, expecting him to eventually tell you, but you gave in

“it’s a surprise~” he said in a sing-song voice, which slightly irritated you

“i know that it’s at the docks, because that’s where we’re heading,” you gave him a light nudge with your arm. “so might as well tell me now!”

he stubbornly shook his head. “i refuse to tell you until you see it.”

pouting, you crossed your arms and muttered under your breath, “you’re lucky you’re adorable.”

to your relief, he didn’t hear you, because he laughed at your pout and pressed on

you lightly scoffed and picked up your pace so that you could walk alongside him

“can i at least have one clue?” you begged

“uh uh.”

“pleeeaaassee?” he looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes

“fine,” you yelled “yes!” a little too loud, making people stare at you. “your clue is…

“...it’s big and sparkly.” you gave him a look showing that you weren’t impressed

“wow, kun, what a descriptive and totally-not-vague clue! i am sure to get it now!”

kun grumbled, “you sound like doyoung,” before remembering something

“don’t tell me the answer until we get there!” he quickly said, receiving yet another puzzled look. “so that i can give you the benefit of the doubt to make it all the more exciting! it’ll be fun!”

you in turn muttered, “well, you sound like y/f/n, and fine. i don’t wanna ruin the surprise. you look real enthusiastic about it too” he smiled gratefully before leaving you to do your thinking

thinking about that smile :)))))

damn his smile always gets me grrrrr

you pulled your mind away from kun’s personality and tried to think of a place with the clue “big and sparkly”

two came to your mind, the big ferris wheel and the big floating silver christmas tree out on the water

they’re both big and sparkly, but you couldn’t predict which one he was going to take you to

you were hoping the ferris wheel, but you just had to wait and see

“think of any places yet?” you jolted so hard, you threw your phone up accidentally

don’t worry, you caught it

kun looked at you, his eyebrows showing worry but his eyes glinting. “you okay?”

very nice going there y/n, how many more times will you mess up??

and my face feels like it’s on fire oh good lord 

“i’m fine, just got scared,” you had to take a breather before you put your phone in your pocket - where it should’ve been in the first place, but your dumb ass decided to hold it - and gave kun a thumbs up

he gave a thumbs up back and said, “surprised you didn’t scream.”

biting back a retort, you replied. “rude.” you sunk your hands deeper into your pockets. “and as for your question, yes, i did think of a place or two”

“good, because we’re getting close now”

you turned a corner and saw both the floating tree and the ferris wheel come into view

the ferris wheel carriages were lighting up one after the other, making it look like a loading symbol (great comparison there) from afar

a pretty and romantic loading symbol

while the christmas tree was dazzling, the rainbow lights getting brighter and dimmer like a pulsing star

while you two waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, kun said to you, “when we make it to the other side, make sure to close your eyes and keep them closed until i say so”

“let me guess, to ‘make it all the more exciting’?” he grinned and nodded

“yup”

you did as what he had told, closing your eyes and relying on kun to guide you the right way

“i swear to god if you push me off the pier i will drag you down with me”

“now you sound like ten, but don’t worry, i won’t,” he gently pushed you away from an upcoming obstacle. “thanks for thinking so highly of me.”

“no problem, mum” you grinned victoriously when you heard a heavy sigh

you knew you were close to the water when you smelled less alcohol and more salty sea water

“are we there yet?” you asked impatiently. you couldn’t be bothered to be patient anymore

kun said, “waaait,” and guided you a bit to the left. “there! now you can open your eyes.”

“finally, i was wondering when- holy shit.”

it wasn’t the ferris wheel that you were hoping that he’d show you, but it was something you decided was way more worth it

the floating silver christmas tree towered over you both, and it looked like it was the brightest and most colourful thing for kilometres (or miles, you choose)

coloured lines streamed down from the top to the bottom, like a very pink, purple and blue waterfall, while stage lights at the bottom smoothly changed from red to orange to yellow and more

it also reminded you of the windows screen when you used it for the first time (if that even makes sense?)

white light shone from beneath the many large stars decorating the tree, making them pop, and the wind revealed that the tree wasn’t made of smooth silver metal, but silver sequins that showed the water ripples and waves from below

the star at the top was the most intensely bright of them all, with a rainbow outline and a gold center

needless to say, it was pretty darn beautiful for a sight that would otherwise hurt your eyes

you stood there with your mouth wide open, looking like a pathetic fish, and almost missed what kun was saying

“i wasn’t sure if you would like the ferris wheel or the tree, but then i found out that the ferris wheel would be closed today, so i just chose this,” you felt his gaze shift onto you, and you tried not to get flustered. “do you like it?”

you took a moment before you spoke. “yes, i really like it a lot,” the view was that breathtaking it took away your ability to talk like a proper adult. you turned to him and gave a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as you could. “thanks for bringing me here, kun.”

he gave you an equally big grin and said, “you’re welcome. glad you like it too.” he turned back to look at the tree, and you did the same

but not without sneaking a glance at him in all his ethereal beauty

kun never failed to surprise you, whether it be showing you a very rainbow tree, being so kind and trusting or just being himself

your mind floated back to the three questions you had asked yourself earlier, “what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like at the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?” and the new year’s resolution you made

you took another look at kun then whispered under your breath, “huh.

“guess i am on the way to completing one.”

#nct #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #wayv #nct kun #nct qian kun #nct 2018 #nct 2019 #nct ot21 #nct ot18 #nct au #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #nct smut #reader #kun x reader #non idol au #fanfic #kpop

[itjazzbicch]

No Mercy

Pairing:  Wheeler Yuta x Fem Reader

Summary: Dating Yuta doesn't mean the reader takes it easy on him wrestling wise now that the reader has joined the Blackpool Combat Club. After putting him in a submission that he couldn't break in front of the guys, it clearly hurt him in a certain place. Making it up to him, letting him have the fun he wants, he shows her a new side of him...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Rough sex, spanking, hairpulling, bondage, safeword, creampie)

Requested by: @cuzimacomedian (I hope you enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF: 

“Are you really that mad that you couldn’t break my submission?” I chugged my water, choking on laughs when Yuta turned his head with a clearly pissed off face, refusing to answer me.

Regal has been busting my ass lately with me being the noob of the combat club so, no one was being shown mercy during training, even Yuta being my boyfriend.

“Babe,” I wiped my mouth, kneeling down with puppy dog eyes, “Don’t be so salty.”

I blurted out laughs when his mean mug only grew when our eyes connected. Even though it was funny, I always grew guilty quickly, feeling I needed to make it up to him and so, offering:

“Alright, what do I have to do make you crack so much as a smile?”

“Nothing,” He stayed emotionless, but I always knew how to crush that, putting my hands on his knees, swaying his legs:

“You name whatever you want and I’ll make it happen. How can you deny that?”

“Whatever I want? He cocked his eyebrow, finally showing emotion, excitement when I blew a kiss:

“Whatever you hear desires, my love.”

His eyes scanned the room, curious and thinking of ideas, finding one when his eyes settled on the workout bench.

“Bench. On your stomach,” He said quickly, going to stand up, catching me by surprise:

“Wait, in here? We work out in here.”

“It can be our last exercise for the day,” His snicker was no good and I wasn’t opposed to the thought, just a little nervous because Regal, Mox, and Bryan couldn’t have been too far away, knowing there would be punishment if we got caught in the act.

“Feeling risky today?” I smirked, dragging on to see if his mind would change, “You know if they find us-“

“They can either turn their head or watch,” He took my hand, words proving his firey mood, taking to the bench and putting me down on my stomach, keeping my lower half off the edge.

“I really made you mad with that submission hold,” I giggled, but growing silent when I saw wrist tape in his hand, leaning down and tying my wrists together under the bench, eyes looking up to his and feeling a fire of my own, “Gave you a new submission idea, hm?”

“I got an idea in mind, alright,” His hands swiped away my shorts like nothing, not even bothering to take of my thong, lost in a hurry and pushing them to the side, “Besides, why go shower when you’re just going to get more messy?”

“Gripping at me like that, you’re not wrong baby,” I hummed, perking up my ass, ready for him and having the wind knocked out of me.

“Okay, down there?” He laughed sarcastically, thrusting into me hard, balls deep, pulling back slowly with a tug of my hair, having a make-shift ponytail, “Got real quiet all of a sudden, love.”

“Yuta-“ I gasped, catching a breath, but only for that moment, breathless again with another rough thrust, walls clenching already at the smack against my sweet spot, “Yuta!”

My skin was sticky to the leather of the bench, sweating worse than training made me, his hips ruthless and having my jaw dropped, mouth wide opening to manage breathing, but only releasing moans and screams of his name, filling the room.

“Baby, fuck!” My hips shot up with a jerk, back popping while trying to manage an arch, going to sit up till my wrists smacked the cold metal under the bench, wrists burning and rubbing against each other, “Fuck!”

I forgot my wrists were tied, strain in my arms because I couldn’t control the jerks taking over me, how I wanted to get my hands on him.

“Hard to keep giving it to you good if you’re jumping around,” His hand spanked and it echoed, stung so good and made my head slap the bench, drooling with moans:

“I’m sorry, it’s just so-; I don’t think you’ve ever fucked me like this baby!”

Knowing how close my orgasm was, he pulled my hair back along with one of my hips, not meaning to, but pulling the bench back a little with him, sweet spot about ruined and with my nerves firing off, burning me up, I was barely breathing, slight tears in my eyes from all the stinging.

“What?” He only went faster somehow, giving me another spank like before, “You like getting fucked like this?”

My head never nodded so quickly, loving this new experience even while being ruined, panting hard:

“Love it, Yuta! Make me cum, baby! I’m about to cum.”

Sweat beading down the sides of my face, I went face first and the cushioned leather was no use while trying to hide my nasty scream, nails digging into my own hands and biting on it, whining at how tight I was around him, feeling wetness all over my thighs and even on my stomach a little.

“God, that’s a sight,” I heard his slight gasps, thrusting more slowly during my orgasm, body so overloaded and feeling an ache, turning my head to say:

“Red. Baby, I need a second.”

“It’s okay, I have to-“ He stopped, keeping himself still while throbbing, coating my walls and it was soothing, moaning softly at it, leaning back into him a little even when he began to rub my hips.

“Oh my god,” I looked back up to him with a worn out smile, then down to see how soaked the bench was, even dripping down to the floor, laughing, “Oh my god, we have to clean up.”

“In a second,” He breathed, leaning down to set my hands free, “That was-“

“Fucking incredible?” I giggled, but meant it, teasing, “I’m never taking it easy on you in training again.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew smut #aew oneshot #wheeler yuta #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta fic #wheeler yuta smut #wheeler yuta oneshot #request #read and enjoy

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

Hi!! Thought I’d drop a request in for an Orange Cassidy fluffy one shot :) Maybe a revealing of feelings type of deal.

Please and thank you!

glad to contribute to OC tags on here

|remember to leave feedback and i love all you heathens|

‘I Am A Little Thirsty’ Orange Cassidy (James) x fem!reader

^they say your best friends know when you are in love. this was no different; kris and donovan help the reader finally tell james how she feels^

- appearances by- danhausen (donovan) i nickname him DD, wheeler yuta (james yuta) for the sake of funky nicknames he is yuta, chuck taylor (dustin) - i make a weird amount of juice/orange jokes - Y/N/N : your nickname, Y/L/N : your last name

Y/N POV:

Though I wasn’t in it, I was pretty much friends with everyone in Best Friends. I was close to Donovan and Kris the most. Them both being like my siblings I told almost everything too. I was helping Donovan with his makeup as usual when he asked me, “Sooo you and James huh?” I stopped myself just in time before I poked his eye out from being caught off guard. I felt the nerves creeping up, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, DD.” He scoffed at my lie. “Don’t try it Y/N/N. We all know you’re into each other.” Just then Kris came into the locker room. “Why does Y/N look like she’s seen a ghost?” Kris questioned. “Kris, please tell our friend here how obvious it is that her and James are in love with each other?” She came over and sat on the vanity, “We knew you liked him BEFORE you told us.” I rolled my eyes and went back to doing DD’s makeup, “Yeah, well that’s me. What makes you two think the feeling is mutual?” DD spoke up, “Because he asks about and for you a lot, his comments on your social media, the way he looks at you, and he wants you in Best Friends; presumably to be with you more often.” Kris cut in, “You two act like a couple already. Sitting in his lap, your head on his shoulder with his arm around you for car rides, you wear each other’s merch more than anyone else and you’re the only person he lets wear that denim jacket. Not to mention your name in his contacts: ‘main squeeze <3’” There was no chance in hell I could hide the blushing. I had always felt like he was responding to my flirting but I thought he was just being nice. The confirmation from two people I know would never lie to me made everything fall into perspective. As I finish up the signature Danhausen makeup, I knew I had made up my mind: “After the show, I’m talking to him. Neither of us have matches so I can focus on what I want to say.” The two looked at each other with equal amounts of shock and excitement. We continued talking until it was showtime. I got to stay back and wander since I wasn’t on the card tonight. I had met up in catering with my other favorite James, though I just call him Yuta and he calls me by my last name. “Hey, Y/L/N! No match tonight?” he asked. I shook my head, “Nope, so I get a gentle night on my body.” “Well I hope I’ll make good company.” I put my hand on my chin in fake thought, “Hmm I don’t know. Maybe I should go find Dustin.” He puts his hand on his heart in fake hurt. I nudged his shoulder, “I’m kidding, Yuta. You know I like you more.”

Yuta and I talked for a while until I felt a tap on my shoulder and noticed a knowing smirk on Yuta’s face. I turned around to see James standing there, looking rather nervous. “Hey Y/N, can we go for a walk? I wanna talk to you about something.” I turn back to Yuta for a hug and he whispers in my ear, “This is your shot.” I completely ignore the fact that it seemed that everyone knew about my little crush due to my nerves spiking. I turned back to James and he led me out of catering and out of the arena completely. He was dressed normally: merch shirt, jeans, denim jacket, and sneakers. The only thing missing was the sunglasses, giving me the chance to look at his oh so beautiful eyes. We had stopped walking and he turned me to look at him. “You look really pretty tonight.” I blushed, “You don’t look too bad yourself. So, what did you want to talk about?” I saw his demeanor change from cool and confident to nervous and jittery. “Yes, right, uh,” he took my hands in his and looked at me “Y/N, I really like you. Since you came to AEW and I saw you for the first time, I fell in love. When you made friends with everyone in Best Friends, I was so excited because it meant I could be close to you, I even talked to them about getting you to join so I could be even closer to you.” I took in what he was saying and I felt butterflies. He does feel the same! I’m hearing the words come out of his mouth! “James, I was going to talk to you about the same exact thing later tonight.” He looks at me confused, “What do you mean?” I smiled and put my hand on his cheek. “I was going to tell you how I feel. I’m in love with you too. I thought you would flirt back to be nice. Kris and Donovan told me you liked me too but hearing it for myself confirms everything.” I feel his forming smile under my hand. “I know this isn’t the most elegant way of saying this but will you be my girlfriend?” I nodded, “Yes James. I would love to.” He put his hands on my cheeks gently, “Would it be too forward to ask if I could kiss you?” “Well I am a little thirsty.” The laugh he let out was music to my ears. “You did not just say that.” I smirked, “And what if I did? Are you gonna quench that thirst or not?” He leaned down and kissed me deeply. It felt like the world stopped and everything made sense. When we finally pulled away, he looked into my eyes, “I love you, my main squeeze.” “I love you too.” He saw me shiver and took his jacket off for me to wear. “Maybe I should get you a matching one?” I cozy up in it as if it was the first time, “Or I can keep stealing this one?” He rolled his eyes and smiled.

We went back into the building hand in hand. When we got back to catering, the heads of all our friends turned to look at us. “Well it’s about damn time!” Kris said first. James wrapped his arm around me from the side as we went over to them. “Now there’s a reason she’s the only one to wear that jacket besides him.” Yuta added. 

When it was time to go back to the hotel, I left with James and the smile never left my face. Leaving the arena as the luckiest girl in the world to have a freshly squeezed boyfriend after all the mutual flirting and nervous confessions. 

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🎈 - idr who it was gonna be with but the main character was going to be a dancer, had been in hamilton, was in hella disney channel original movies as a dancer. similar to my bron breakker oneshot. i might go through with it bc i havent decided with who

✨ - something x wheeler yuta. i had an ace idea for madcap moss dating a professional comedian (which is being worked on) some i cant say bc i wanna keep it all surprises. most things im working on are on the masterlist with a strikethough. not everything has a title tho

🎤 - i think a/b/o is a little odd. my friend had sent me one that was a steve rogers x reader and there was hella lingo that i was like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SEND ME?!

📕 - @unusual-tomorrxw #45 with mjf. lovely thing to wake up to

#donna answers