Wheeler Yuta Fics & Oneshots (18+)

The Rainy Day

The one thing that I loved most about my wrestling career was the friends that I created, my best friends. But lately, things have been out of place.

Some things were good, like having Danhausen around even though he was a little weird; Trent came back after what felt like forever, and Yuta got some gold on his shoulder, which I thought was going to lead to even better things, till Dynamite came around.

“Wheeler you know that I love you,” Chuck interrupted during our interview, “You know we love, but we helped trained you, we helped get you here. You used to live on our couch, I bought you those tights, man. I know you want to be the best wrestler that you can be, but there’s no reason you can’t do it with us.”

Watching silently, I understood what Chuck was trying to get across, but when Trent stepped up, I felt my heart drop, instantly knowing that Trent did not feel the same way as Chuck did, expressing:

“I don’t love him. I think he’s a scumbag, he’s a traitor. Remember what Bryan did to you, beat your ass? Watch what I do to Bryan this week, and maybe take some notes too. Learn from the guys that you’re trying to turn your back on.”

Trent’s words and emotions were clear, shoving Yuta away and receiving a little shove back. Yuta didn’t have to raise his voice, the seriousness in his eyes like something I’ve never seen when he shot, “Don’t touch me,” reflexes quick and swatting away Chuck’s hand and shooting, “Don’t touch me either.”

I was almost positive that there was going to be a fight, but seeing Trent walk in one direction, Yuta in the other, it was a brief moment of relief.

Chuck stood there with his hands on his head, upset that the situation didn’t go according to his plan and I wasn’t left out of it either, forced to make a decision when Chuck rubbed my shoulder softly, seeing how torn I was and trying to comfort me, saying softly:

“Let’s go Y/N. It’ll all work out okay?”

Chuck began to walk away, stopping a few short steps away when he noticed that I didn’t move an inch.

“Y/N,” Chuck sighed, not a clue as to how to react, but I made my intentions clear much like Trent, shaking my head and instead of following Chuck and Trent’s direction, I went in Yuta’s, almost running once I was out of Chuck’s sight.

Truth be told, I always felt like I played second fiddle to Chuck, Trent, and Cass. I knew that Yuta felt the
same. All he was trying to do was be the great wrestler that he was, his hard work paying off and it seemed that no one was happy for him.

There was no ill intentions, no tricks up his sleeve; he loved all of us and wanted to make us all proud. Yuta had the purest heart and that’s exactly why I loved him, why I was running trying to find him, catching a glimpse of his jacket heading out the exit.

“Yuta!” I called out, able to catch his hand and almost falling face first out the door, but he held on long enough for me to catch myself, then snatching his hand away.

“Don’t even bother,” He sighed, turning his back to me and going.

His stance said it all, how his shoulders were tense, showing the anger he was feeling, the hurt and it was a rare sighting for me, it hurt my heart too and so, I quickly snatched his hand back, pulling him out of the pouring lane that was drowning the parking lot.

“Yuta, you know that I don’t think the way they do,” I persisted, “All you’re doing is being the badass wrestler that you are and it’s paying off. In all honesty, I think they’re jealous. You have every right to be your own person, but I don’t want our friendship to end because of this!”

“Then why don’t you go and tell Chuck and Trent that!” He whipped around to face me, tears in his eyes that were contagious, “You know that I love them too, but this is just ridiculous! I just wanted to make you all proud, but I guess I’ll never be good enough.”

Emotions quickly began to get the better of him, turning back around and storming off into the rain. I couldn’t just stand there, no cares while the rain drenched me, going after him. He could hear my footsteps in the puddles surrounding us, turning again with more frustration:

“Why do you keep coming after me?”

I had only one answer, holding his face to pull him close, lips smacking into his with all of the love in my heart, soul, everything; shaking from the cold of the rain, but not daring to let it stop me.

The only reason that I pulled away was because I couldn’t breathe, looking to see his eyes open slowly with shock, even in the dark it was obvious how hard that he was blushing. For a moment, I was worried that I made it all even worse.

“Yuta, you,” I nearly cried, point my finger into his chest, “Are MY best friend, the best wrestler I know with a heart like no one else’s,” Finally, I let the tears out, shaking when I cried, “And I am not letting ANYONE drive the one person that I love away from me.”

In sequence, we were both frozen, title falling off his shoulder, but I looked to my finger as his chest heaved heavily, pushing it upward and my eyes followed along, the warmth like a fire in his eyes when his arm wrapped around my neck, kissing me with a fire hotter than I ever felt, other arm wrapping me into a tight hug.

I could feel us becoming one in our hearts, emotions exactly the same and happy to be set free, rain washing away the tears and creating that adorable smile of his that I loved, noses nuzzling when I stared deeply into his eyes, smiling right along with him.

“Y/N, I-I,” He began to stutter, blushing even more and it was the cutest thing to me, giggling but he didn’t have to explain, I knew exactly what he meant, tilting his chin and cooing:

“It’s okay. I-“

Quickly, he shook his head and whispered against my lips, “You deserve to know that I love you too.”

I instantly started crying again, so happy because the dark cloud above all of us had me convinced that he was now against all of us, but hearing those words come straight from him put a happiness in me that I never felt.

The same kind of tears were in his eyes, but the both of us smiling more, keeping me in another heartfelt hug, “No one is going to split us up, Y/N. No one.”