#bryan danielson x daniel garcia

[wresimagines]

Jealousy (Wheeler Yuta x Reader)

word count: 1,820

You weren’t doing anything wrong, but every time you looked into those brown eyes your stomach started to churn. You knew about the hatred between Daniel and Yuta, and yet you still felt guilty every time you spoke to Daniel. Yuta wasn’t even your boyfriend anymore, so why did just talking to Daniel feel so wrong? Yuta left you. So why did it still feel wrong?

Maybe you knew Yuta would be feeling a certain way about it if he knew, but why should you care? Yuta wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. He hadn’t spoken to you in months, he barely even looked in your direction anymore. It broke your heart, the first time he ignored you, but months had passed now and he couldn’t expect you to keep waiting around for him.

As you walked down the hallway, you could hear your heart beating rapidly, fear sinking into your stomach. The betrayal of Bryan Danielson a few weeks ago was violent, and you knew Yuta wouldn’t be okay right now. With Bryan set to face Moxley for Wrestledream tonight, you knew Yuta was conflicted.

“Wheeler?” You called out, letting out a sigh of relief when you finally saw your boyfriend sitting on top of some storage crates. You stepped closer, “Are you okay?” He hadn’t spoken to you in a couple of weeks, which was extremely unlike him.

“No! I’m not okay!” He snapped at you, and you’d never heard him raise his voice at you before.

You frowned, reaching out for his shoulder, “It’s gonna be okay. I’m here for you, Yoots. We’ll be alright.”

He pushed your hand off, “Just stop! I don’t want you here!“

“I know you’re upset about Bryan, but-”

“You don’t know anything! I can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”

Your eyes watered, “What? That’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, getting up and walking away from you.

“What’s up shawty?” You heard the deep voice behind you, and you turned around to smile at Daniel.

“What’s up Garcia?” You replied, “That TNT title is looking real nice on you! Really compliments your eyes.”

You didn’t mean to flirt, but sometimes you couldn’t help it. Daniel was very cute, the way his cheeks turned pink whenever you complimented him. He always leaned into to you when you spoke, something that Yuta had always done as well since you were more so on the quiet side. Maybe it was nice to hold the attention of a different brown-eyed, technical wrestler since Yuta didn’t speak to you anymore, but there was nothing illegal about hanging out with Daniel.

Daniel grinned, “You know, I can think of something that would look really nice on you too.”

“What would that be?” You asked, but you knew where this was heading, and it made the butterflies in your stomach churn.

“Me,” he smirked, and your cheeks heated up at his words.

You admittedly hadn’t thought of anyone in that way since you and Yuta broke up. It was hard to, you tended to be very private and you wanted to get to know someone really well before sexual intimacy happened. With Yuta, you waited until you were in love. You still remember the way he smiled at you when you told him you loved him for the first time. He immediately said it back, and you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other until you were alone. You had been at a Dynamite when you said it, and the second you got to your hotel room he was kissing you with so much need and you finally got to enjoy and explore each other in that way.

You stepped back, biting your lip to hide the smile that wanted to come out, “Very bold of you to say, Garcia.”

Daniel smirked, “I can be bold. I can also be a very tender lover. How about you stop by my hotel room tonight?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, heat rushing to your cheeks in a way that felt uncomfortable. You had to look away from Daniel, trying to avoid picturing him on top of you. But it wasn’t a comforting thought, it just made you miss Yuta more. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you could still feel Yuta’s arms wrapped around you, they used to clasp around your waist every night as you fell asleep together. Sometimes you could still feel the way he kissed you, soft lips driven by need, desire, and love. It made you sick to your stomach, how could you even think about attempting to have that with Daniel?

“How much longer are you gonna play hard to get?” He asked, making your eyes widen, “You and Yuta broke up months ago, what’s the hold up?”

You found yourself stepping back again, “I- I don’t know.”

“Best way to get over him is to get under somebody else,” he said, stepping in and cupping your chin with his hand.

This was too much, he was way too forward now. How could he even suggest sharing yourself with him the same way you had shared yourself with Yuta? With Yuta it was romantic; a show of love, affection, and desire. Daniel was very cute, but you couldn’t just give yourself to him like that! Besides, there was no spark, no electricity when Daniel touched you. With Yuta it always felt like your veins were heating up.

“I don’t think I’m wired that way, Garcia.”

Daniel scowled, “So what’s the point of flirting with me then? Did you really think I wanted a silly little relationship with you?”

His hand was still on your chin, and you tried to take a step back to get out of his grip, but his spare hand reached for your arm to keep you in place.

“I don’t know what I thought, but now I don’t want anything with you,” you said definitively. “Let go of me.”

Daniel’s hand tightened on your arm, the harsh sensation causing you to wince in pain. You tried to push him off, but was he was stronger than you.

“Hey!”

You turned your head, mouth opening in shock as you watched Yuta run down the hallway, death glare on his face. Daniel let go of you, and soon Yuta had Daniel pinned against the wall. You’d never seen Yuta so angry before, face red hot, jaw clenched as he threatened Daniel.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Touching them like that?” Yuta asked, shoving Daniel into the wall.

“Hey, I wasn’t doing anything they didn’t want me to do!” Daniel defended, smirking at Yuta.

“That’s a lie, I told you to let go of me!”

You gasped as Yuta punched Daniel in the face, causing the slightly shorter man to glare at you.

“This prude isn’t worth it,” Daniel grumbled, holding onto his cheek as he started to walk away. You looked over at Yuta, surprised he’d come to your defense.

Yuta turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked you up and down, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“What? I didn’t do anything with him! All we did was flirt until he started being pushy about it.”

Yuta stepped in, jaw still clenched, and you’d never seen his anger directed at you. The proximity made you melt, you could take in his scent for the first time in months. He hadn’t changed his cologne, still the mahogany scent that you’d loved so much. You could see the hurt in his deep brown eyes, the way it didn’t match the anger in the rest of his face.

“You knew how I felt about Garcia and you flirted with him anyways!” He snapped.

Your jaw dropped, “Yuta, you left me! You can’t have any input on who I flirt with!”

“So you go after the person I hate the most? Like I meant nothing to you?”

His voice softened as he asked you, and immediately you could feel that guilty feeling in your stomach start to churn all over again. You looked away, knowing you’d get lost in his brown eyes all over again if you didn’t.

“That wasn’t my intention,” you said quietly, “I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I guess I just needed to feel like someone still wanted me.”

He let out a frustrated groan, “If you were trying to make me jealous, then congratulations. I hope you’re happy.”

Your jaw dropped once again, and he started to walk away. Desperately, you grabbed his arm, trying to pull him towards you. Yuta looked back at you, a deep frown on his lips and eyes narrowed at you.

“I wasn’t trying to make you jealous,” you said, “I haven’t been the same since you left me. I know I should be more confident in myself, but I’m not. I’ve been miserable since we broke up and I miss you. I miss being in the arms of someone I love so much, maybe I was trying to recreate that.”

Yuta frowned at you, “And you wanted to have that with Garcia? You hate me that much?”

“I couldn’t hate you if I tried! And trust me, I’ve tried! Clearly you don’t want to have that with me anymore, or you wouldn’t have dumped me.”

“You don’t know that,” he sighed, “I can’t be a good boyfriend to you while I’m in the Death Riders. I can’t give you the attention you want or deserve. Of course I still want to be with you, I wanted to rip Garcia’s throat off for even looking at you! I’m still in love with you, there’s just nothing I can do about it.”

You could feel your eyes water, the breakup had been so abrupt that Yuta had never really explained why the relationship had to end before. You thought about beating up Jon Moxley for taking Yuta from you, but you knew Marina Shafir would probably hospitalize you in return. You tried to discreetly wipe away your tears, but of course Yuta being so attentive to you, leaned in and wiped away your tears for you.

“I still love you too,” you whispered, “And I wish that meant something to you.”

“It does,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “I just can’t do anything about it.”

Your eyes watered all over again, “This sucks.”

“Yeah I know, I suck.”

You frowned at his words, the way he looked down in shame. You leaned up, grabbing Yuta’s hands to bring him closer to you. You got up on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, hands moving to your waist, and you could feel your heart start to race all over again.

“I’ll wait for you,” you whispered as you pulled away, “Come find me when you’re done hanging out with Mox.”

He nodded eagerly at you, leaning down to give you one last kiss.

[colossal-niamh]

Saw Kenny Omega talking about rating matches and it reminded me how dumb Meltzer's star ratings are. So now I wanna list of my Totally Better Than Dave 5-Star List of matches that cap out at 5 because who makes a serious ranking system then breaks it 59 times:

Macho Man vs Ricky Steamboat, Wrestlemania 3

Ric Flair vs Ricky Steamboat, Chi-Town Rumble

Ric Flair vs Terry Funk, Clash of the Champions 9

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Jumbo Tsuruta, 6/8/90

Bull Nakano vs Aja Kong, 11/14/90

Super Generation Army vs Tsuruta Gun, 4/20/91

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 10/21/92

Sting vs Vader, 12/28/92

Shinobu Kandori vs Akira Hokuto, Dream Slam 1

Bret Hart vs Owen Hart, Wrestlemania 10

Terry Funk vs Atsushi Onita, 5/5/93

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 6/3/94

Akira Taue vs Mitsuharu Misawa, 4/15/95

Manami Toyota vs Aja Kong, 6/27/95

Juventud Guerrera vs Rey Misterio, 3/9/96

Kaientai DX vs Gran Hamada, Gran Naniwa, Masato Yakushiji, Super Delfin, and Tiger Mask 4, 10/10/96

Bret Hart vs Stone Cold, Wrestlemaina 13

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 6/6/97

Rey Misterio vs Eddie Guerrero, Halloween Havoc 97

Vader vs Mitsuharu Misawa, 10/30/99

Kenta Kobashi vs Vader, 2/27/00

Atlantis vs Villano III, 3/17/00

Steve Corino vs Yoshihiro Tajiri, 5/14/00

Triple H vs Cactus Jack, Royal Rumble 2000

E&C vs The Hardy Boys vs The Dudley Boys, Wrestlemania X-7

Kenta Kobashi vs Mitsuharu Misawa, 3/1/03

Brock Lesner vs Kurt Angle, 9/18/03

Eddie Guerrero vs Brock Lesner, 2/15/04

Samoa Joe vs CM Punk, 10/16/04

Kurt Angle vs Shawn Michaels, Wrestlemania 21

Kenta Kobashi vs Kensuke Sasaki, 7/18/05

Mitsuharu Misawa vs Toshiaki Kawada, 7/18/05

Necro Butcher vs Samoa Joe, 6/11/05

Kenta Kobashi vs Samoa Joe, 10/1/05

AJ Styles vs Samoa Joe 12/11/05

John Cena vs Rob Van Dam, 6/11/06

Bryan Danielson vs Nigel McGuinness, 8/12/06

KENTA vs Bryan Danielson, 9/16/06

Samoa Joe vs Takeshi Morishima, 2/16/07

The Briscoes vs El Generico and Kevin Steen, 8/10/07

Nigel McGuinness vs Takeshi Morishima, 10/6/07

Undertaker vs Edge, wrestlemania 24

Samoa Joe vs Kurt Angle, 4/13/08

Nigel McGuinness vs Bryan Danielson, 11/22/08

Bryan Danielson vs Takeshi Morishima, 12/27/08

Undertaker vs Shawn Michaels, wrestlemania 25

KENTA vs Ricky Marvin, 10/15/09

Undertaker vs Shawn Michaels, Wrestlemania 26

El Generico vs Kevin Steen, 12/18/10

Eddie Kingston vs Claudio Castagnoli, 3/13/11

CM Punk vs John Cena, 7/17/11

Daniel Bryan vs Randy Orton, 6/24/13

CM Punk vs John Cena, 2/15/13 Daniel Bryan vs John Cena, 8/18/13

Sami Zayn vs Cesaro, 2/27/14

Daniel Bryan vs Randy Orton vs Batista, Wrestlemania 30

Sami Zayn vs Adrian Nevile, 12/11/14

Bayley vs Sasha Banks, 8/22/15

Atlantis vs La Sombra, 9/18/15

Shinsuke Nakamura vs AJ Styles, 1/4/16

Sami Zayn vs Shinsuke Nakamura, 4/6/16

Kenny Omega vs Hiroki Goto, 8/14/16

DIY vs The Revival, 11/19/16

Kenny Omega vs Kazuchika Okada, 1/11/17

AJ Styles vs John Cena 1/29/17

Katsuyori Shibata vs Kazuchika Okada, 4/9/17

Kenny Omega vs Kazuchika Okada, 6/11/17

Allister Black vs Adam Cole, 1/27/18

Kenny Omega vs Kazuchika Okada, 6/9/18

Undisputed Era vs Danny Birch & Oney Lorcan, 6/16/18

Brock Lesner vs Daniel Bryan, 11/18/18

Briscoes vs SCU vs The Young Bucks, 12/14/18

WALTER vs Pete Dunne, 4/6/19

Kofi Kingston vs Daniel Bryan, Wrestlemania 35

Cody vs Dustin Rhodes, 5/25/19

WALTER vs Tyler Bate, 8/31/19

Jon Moxley vs Kenny Omega, 11/9/19

Kenny Omega & Hangman Adam Page vs The Young Bucks, 2/29/20

Cody vs Brody Lee, 10/7/20

WALTER vs Ilja Dragunov, 10/29/20

Wheeler Yuta vs Daniel Garcia, 8/8/21

WALTER vs Ilja Dragunov, 8/22/21

Bryan Danielson vs Kenny Omega, 9/22/21

CM Punk vs Eddie Kingston, 11/13/21

Hangman Adam Page vs Bryan Danielson, 12/15/21

Hangman Adam Page vs Bryan Danielson, 1/5/22

Jon Moxley vs Wheeler Yuta, 4/6/22

FTR vs The Briscoes, 4/1/22

FTR vs The Briscoes, 7/23/22

Bryan Danielson vs Daniel Garcia, 8/17/22

Jon Moxley vs CM Punk, 8/24/22

El Desperado vs Jun Kasai, 9/12/22

Atlantis jr vs Stuka jr, 9/16/22

Pentagon jr. vs Villano IV, 10/15/22

FTR vs The Briscoes, 12/10/22

Hangman Adam Page vs Jon Moxley, 3/5/23

GUNTHER vs Drew McIntyre vs Sheamus, Wrestlemania 39 night 1

Athena vs Willow Nightingale, 7/21/23

CM Punk vs Samoa Joe, 8/27/23

Jon Moxley vs Orange Cassidy, 9/3/23

Eddie Kingston vs Claudio Castagnoli, 9/20/23

Takuya Nomura vs Fuminori Abe, 10/12/23

Sting & Darby Allen vs The Young Bucks, 3/3/24

There's a few big gaps in my watch history, namely 90's NJPW, 10's Noah, most joshi post 2000 and anything wrestling pre 80's. I'll edit this if I find a new 5 star match but not rn because this took me literal hours I'm beat

[blackpoolcombatwriter]

Bryan, now my heart is even more broken.

[wweallresultspage]

AEW x NJPW Forbidden Door PPV Results - June 25, 2023

Pre-show: Bishop Kaun, Brian Cage, Swerve Strickland, & Toa Liona def. Chuck Taylor, El Desperado, Rocky Romero, & Trent Beretta in 12:23

Pre-show: Athena def. Billie Starkz in the quarterfinals of the 2023 Owen Hart Foundation Women's Tournament in 7:50

Pre-show: El Phantasmo def. Stu Grayson in 7:14

Pre-show: BUSHI, Hiromu Takahashi, & Shingo Takagi def. Jeff Cobb, Kyle Fletcher, & TJP in 7:30

1. MJF def. Hiroshi Tanahashi in 15:30 to retain the AEW World Championship

2. CM Punk def. Satoshi Kojima in the quarterfinals of the 2023 Owen Hart Foundation Men's Tournament in 13:40

3. Orange Cassidy def. Daniel Garcia, Katsuyori Shibata, and Zack Sabre Jr. in a 4-Way Match in 11:15 to retain the AEW International Championship

4. SANADA def. Jack Perry in 10:45 to retain the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship

5. Adam Page, Eddie Kingston, Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, & Tomohiro Ishii def. Claudio Castagnoli, Jon Moxley, Konosuke Takeshita, Shota Umino, & Wheeler Yuta in 21:25

6. Toni Storm def. Willow Nightingale in 10:30 to retain the AEW Women's World Championship

7. Will Ospreay def. Kenny Omega in 39:45 to win the IWGP United States Heavyweight Championship

8. Darby Allin, Sting, & Tetsuya Naito def. Chris Jericho, Minoru Suzuki, & Sammy Guevara in 15:10

9. Bryan Danielson def. Kazuchika Okada in 27:40

[dunkzillla]

(I don’t want to be) second best; jon moxley x wheeler yuta

title: (i don’t want to be) second best

pairing: jon moxley/wheeler yuta, mentioned and implied: bryan danielson/wheeler yuta, bryan danielson/daniel garcia, blackpool combat club polycule

rating and warnings: explicit, sexual content (thigh fucking, handjobs) descriptions of violence, language.

word count: 3904

summary: Yuta feels sick, and his hands are trying to scramble for purchase on a belt that’s no longer there.

authors note: I started writing this the day after dynamite on 3 hours sleep and ended up sharing a snippet for a fic meme. @slapofhonor wanted more so, here’s the rest of it!

ao3 link

Yuta feels sick, and his hands are trying to scramble for purchase on a belt that’s no longer there. They’re empty, empty and cold and his waist feels, well, naked.

Someone’s shouting at him from down the hall, but his mind is all fuzzy, his body sore and running on autopilot. He doesn’t turn around to see who it is. It’s probably not Bryan, he’s too focused on parading Daniel around the ring like his shiny new toy to worry about where Yuta’s going, and the way that Regal had looked at him when he walked away, well, Yuta doesn’t think the older man is going to talk to him for a while. He’d done everything that Regal had told him not to do. Don’t use any of your rope breaks, don’t lose your head, and don’t lose. Yuta did all of that in the match, starting with the rope break and then slowly descending into madness, he closed fist punched Garcia because it was all he could think to do upon seeing red, when he just wouldn’t quit, and then he lost, he tapped out. He knows Regal is disappointed in him, and Yuta doesn’t quite know how to deal with that yet.

It hasn’t been that long since Trent cornered him in the corridors after the tag match with Chuck and Mox, and screamed in his face about upsetting Chuck and Orange, about using Chuck’s pin, and about how the blackpool combat club are going to throw him away when he loses his title.

The thought has been stuck in Yuta’s mind since, like a nasty, poisoned dart stuck in his side, slowly releasing its toxins into him every time he thinks about it. And now, well now the losing the title part of it has come true, and with the way Regal looked at him, maybe the throwing him away will be true too.

It’s all Yuta can think about as he makes his way through the winding halls and back to the locker room. It’s empty, and he can’t decide whether that’s good or bad. Did he want someone to be in here, Mox, Claudio, or maybe even Eddie, someone to just put their arms around him and tell him it’s going to be okay? Or is it better that there’s no one here, no one to tell him hey, you gotta pack your stuff up, gotta give your place to Daniel Garcia. It’s probably the latter but Yuta doesn’t know how he’d react if that happened, though.

There’s a heaviness in his muscles that isn’t just from the beating he just took in the ring, and the thumping of his head isn’t just because Garcia stamped on it against the exposed turnbuckle.

His chest hurts from the slaps and the way his heart is thumping under his skin, his eyes are stinging from the sweat that got into them and the tears that are threatening to fall. Yuta strips off his things and throws them into a pile by his bag. He doesn’t quite feel like folding them neatly like Regal likes. He steps into the shower, turns it hot, and stands there. He stands there and lets his mind shut off while his skin burns. Tears run down his cheeks, getting lost in the water cascading down his face. Yuta knew his time would come, he knew he’d lose the belt eventually, he just didn’t think it would be now, this soon, or to Daniel Garcia. He thought maybe some ROH legend would show up some day, or maybe Joe or Bryan would take it from him, Yuta had planned for it in his head, knew it could happen, would have accepted that, but Daniel? The guy he’s essentially been on an equal path with from the start? The guy Bryan’s fucking obsessed with? That wasn’t part of the plan, that wasn’t okay. Because now Bryan, his mentor, a hero of his, a lover, who gave him the pure title upon his initiation into the Blackpool Combat Club and said this was mine once, but now it’s yours, like it was the highest honor he could be bestowed with, was giving it to someone else. Bryan Danielson giving you the pure title? It’s all people like he and Daniel dream of, their hero, proud of them, wrapping a title they held so honourably around your waist and saying hey, you’re good, this is yours. Yuta had felt proud, honoured, smug knowing that he was the only one Bryan had done that for. That he would be the only one Bryan did it for, because no one was going to take it from him, not anyone that Bryan would want to do it for, anyway.

But then he has, now, he lost his title to the one person that Yuta feels threatened by. He feels the sticky white hot fury inside of him. Bryan had come down to the ring, looked at him as if to say well, he beat you, shake his hand, like Yuta needed telling what to do, like Yuta was the disrespectful one, despite Daniel being the one who disrespected him the last time they had a match, Daniel being the one who let his team cheat for him to win his match against Bryan. Daniel Garcia is disrespectful, even to his hero, and yet, Bryan looked at Yuta like it was him. Like he wasn’t allowed a second to collect himself before he swallowed his pride and shook the winners hand. Then he’d watched Bryan parade him around the ring, like a father with his new born son, proud and beaming even as Jericho came out.

Yuta smacks his fist against the tiles, feels the crack of his knuckles and the splitting of skin but it barely registers. He’s not even in his own body anymore. He doesn’t want to be.

x

Mox finds Yuta standing under the running water of the shower when he gets into the locker room. It was stupid of him to think that the boy was going to be anywhere else, but at least the time spent looking for him had given Yuta a little time to cool off.

He’s in his own world, not hearing Mox come in, not hearing Mox stripping down so he can join him. Yuta’s whole body jolts when Mox presses up behind him, skin to skin and wrapping his arms around that soft middle of his.

“Easy tiger, just me.”

Yuta’s body is still a little taut, but he relaxes into Mox’s hold, and he tips his head back as Mox ghosts kisses across his wet skin, stroking the smoothness that is his hips and belly, tasting water and soap on his tongue.

“Moxie.”

“Yeah, Moxie. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He says, and he feels Yuta shake at the words the moment they’re out of his mouth. A bloodied hand comes to rest on Mox’s own, and Mox links their fingers. Yuta’s hands are shaking, wet and sticky and warm, they’re soft against Mox’s calloused own.

“I lost.” Yuta's voice cracks, wet and high.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not proud, Wheeler. You did so good, got so mean, just like me.”

A sob escapes Yuta, and Mox holds him tighter, pressing his chest against his back, squeezing his hands and his arms around his belly. The water rains down around them, a steady pounding on the floor tiles.

“Regal, he said—“

“I know. You did what you had to do. You were surviving, doing what you had to. Don’t ever feel bad for that.”

“But—“

“No buts, baby. How many times do I gotta knock it into your pretty head? He ain’t always right, and wrestling ain’t always about doing it the hard way. You’re not weak, or wrong for using a rope break on a submission that knocked Bryan out cold. You’re not. If it was easy to fight out of Garcia wouldn’t use it. Wrestlings not about how many times you get knocked down, it’s how many times you get back up. And my boy, my boy always gets back up, don’t he?” Mox turns his mouth, presses the words and kisses into his ear. Yuta shivers against him, pushes back against him. It’s a bi-product of having Yuta’s slick, warm body tucked against his own that his dick is hard against Yuta’s ass.

“Bryan’s—“

“An asshole. An asshole with an obsession. He’ll get over it, either he’ll get what he wants or he’ll get his heart broken and he’ll move on. No matter what, Garcia will never be you. Never. He took the easy route and shacked up with Jericho. Not you, tiger. No, you stepped right into the lion's den, didn’t you? Stepped into the cage wearing raw meat. You got eaten alive time and time again but each time you took it, you stood up,” Mox runs a hand up Yuta’s slick chest, his shaven chest is smooth, and his nipples are peaked and hard. Yuta’s got a sensitive chest, pushes into the hand on his skin, back arching and ass pushing right against Mox. He’s sinful, he’s a sick, dirty temptation that Mox can never resist. He slides his hand up to his throat, long, taut, the perfect fit in Mox’s hand. He doesn’t squeeze, just rests it there, his thumb on the curve of his jaw, fingers underneath his ear. He feels Yuta swallow.

“Garcia might have won, might have beaten Bryan once, but he never did it like you did it. He cheated against Bryan. He nearly cried when he bled in the cage at blood and guts. Not you. Not my Yuta. You give until you can’t anymore, even if that means losing. You are stronger than he will ever be, more of a man, more of a fighter. Bryan picked the wrong guy, I didn’t, I picked you. Cos’ I know you’re the best.” Mox strokes Yuta’s throat, skims his blunt nails against the soft pouch of Yuta’s tummy, kisses the base of Yuta’s neck, the expanse of his shoulders. Touching Yuta is like touching a cloud, or at least what Mox thinks it would be like touching a cloud. He’s soft, yielding, moulds against you no matter which way you turn. He tastes like fresh summer fruit, bright, sweet, fragrant. It’s addicting, maddening, and Mox has been hooked from the very first touch. The first touch in the ring, the first touch in the locker room, in a hotel, in a bed. Every single first time that he had with the boy Mox became more and more obsessed each time. Each touch, taste, each little smile, smirk, gasp.

The first time they sparred, their first training session, Mox pushed him hard. He didn’t hold back, he was angry at himself for being so infatuated, for being so obsessed. It felt like Seth all over again, and he couldn’t do it, so he tried to beat it out of Yuta. He pulled at his arms until he screamed, he choked him until he was red, punched his stomach until he was doubled over and wheezing. But then, at the end of it all, Yuta, covered in sweat, a bit of blood from an old scab that had been ripped open, Yuta pulled himself to his knees, and like a starved man asking for food, said, “Again.”

Mox had slapped him, a hard cracking sound had filled the room, a slight gasp from Yuta. But once Yuta had recovered, he looked back up at Mox, and motioned with his hand. Again. Mox slapped him a total of six times, his hand stinging, a red mark on Yuta’s cheek, eyes glossy and rolling into the back of his head. He still never gave up, but Mox couldn’t take it anymore. The boy was a sight, and Mox was hard. It was then that Mox fell head first into his obsession, his infatuation, with Wheeler Yuta. He let it consume him, history repeating itself be damned. Yuta wasn’t Seth. Seth couldn’t take a slap the way Yuta can. He liked pain for sure, but he had his limits, limits that didn’t take much for Mox to reach. Yuta, he’s sure Yuta has limits. Mox just hasn’t found them yet.

Daniel Garcia won’t ever be Yuta either. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he wraps Bryan around his finger, he won’t ever be the kid who knelt in front of him, half dead and bleeding asking for more. He won’t ever be the kid who got in Regal’s face and took the slap like a champ. Maybe he will be to Bryan, but that’s okay, because Yuta is his anyway. Yuta can sleep with who he wants, kiss who he wants, but he’ll never belong to them the way he belongs to Mox. He’ll never give himself to anyone the way he does to him. And that’s just the way Mox likes it, needs it.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

Yuta gasps gently, tries to push and pull his body in different directions, back into Mox’s chest and up into the hand on his stomach. He’s hard like Mox, had been slowly stiffening as Mox petted at his belly above his cock and pressed his own against Yuta’s ass.

“Anything, just, something, anything — get me out of my head, Jon, please.” Yuta begs. His voice still cracks, is still wet with tears, but Mox can hear the desperation, the need simmering under the surface.

“Shh, I’ve got you. Don’t I always? I’m here.” Mox slides his hand down and wraps it around Yuta’s cock, warm and slick from the shower.

“Up,” He murmurs against Yuta’s ear. Yuta obeys, planting both hands against the shower wall and going up on his tiptoes. Mox squeezes Yuta’s throat and cock at the same time as he slides his own between his thighs, the water making it slick and easy. He doesn’t have lube, and he’s not leaving Yuta to go get it, and he’s not opening the boy with just water and spit, he likes pain but not like that.

Yuta pushes his thighs together, not tight, but enough that there’s a delicious friction against Mox’s cock as he thrusts between them slowly. “There you go, so good for me, such a good boy.”

Yuta makes a strangled noise, tips his head back onto Mox’s shoulder and turns his face to the side so he’s looking at him. His expression is open, unguarded, and pained. He’s looking to Mox for help, for anything, to make him feel better. Mox kisses him.

“Mox,” Yuta kisses him desperately, like he’s trying to get swallowed whole, like he wants to disappear into Mox completely. Mox would let him, if it was possible, he’d hide Yuta inside of him, protecting him from the world. The only person allowed to hurt him, make him bleed, is himself. “Please.”

“I know. I’m here, I’ve got you, just let it go. Let it all go. They don’t matter.” Mox bites at Yuta’s lip, tugs on it, gives Yuta the pain he needs to remind him who he is, what he can take. Yuta gasps, rocking back on his toes, fucking his thighs down onto Mox’s cock like he’s riding him for real.

“Moxie, please, I’m—“

“Come on baby, give it to me. Show me how good I know you are.” Mox tightens his hand around Yuta’s cock, fucks his cock between his thighs quicker. It’s not quite the tight heat of Yuta’s ass, but it’s velvety smooth, wet, and Mox can feel his own orgasm building.

Yuta shakes, his orgasm taking over him as he clutches at Mox, “I’m gonna, oh fuck I’m gonna— fuck!” He paints Mox’s fist, though it’s quickly washed down the drain by the running water.

Mox is right there with him, and the tight clamp of Yuta’s thighs as his orgasm rips through him pushes Mox over the edge, comes with a growl and a bite to Yuta’s shoulder. He makes a mess of his boys thighs, his release dripping down his legs. It’s filthy, but Mox watches in fascination as they come down together, breathing heavily. Eventually Yuta shifts, and the angle of the water changes, washing away the mess on his skin.

He turns in his arms, pressing his back against the wall and leaning in to kiss Mox. Fresh summer fruits burst in Mox’s mouth and clouds slip through his fingers as he lets his hands grope Yuta’s body. His muscles are still tense, most likely still sore from his match, but he’s better, not as taut or ramrod stiff like he was when Mox found him. He likes that. He likes that he’s able to uncoil him like a spring, put him right and back together, so that he can coil him right back up again ready to be let off on someone.

“Thank you.”

Mox smiles. Yuta’s voice is thick, arousal still coating his tongue, but his voice doesn’t crack, and it’s no longer wet with tears. His eyes are focusing, still a little red, but he’s there, his boy is in there, back from the brink, out of his head. “Don’t have to thank me. You know I’ve always got you.”

Yuta dips his head until he’s tucking his face into Mox’s neck, letting himself be cradled in Mox’s arms.

Mox holds him there for a little bit, running his fingers up and down his spine, whispering sweet little words to him that he can only just hear over the shower water. The water stays warm, but eventually Yuta starts to shiver and shake in his arms, so Mox turns the water off and gets him back into the main part of the locker room. He dries him off, kissing across his body as he does. It gets Yuta to smile; that beautiful, sunshine bright smile that he loves so much. Yuta’s eyes crinkle when he smiles like that, showing his teeth and all the lines in his face. Mox loves that smile, and he loves it more when he’s the reason for it being there.

He dresses him in a clean pair of sweats and one of his own hoodies, Yuta likes to wear them because they smell like Mox, likes the smell of his aftershave and cigarette smoke.

“You wanna stay and wait for the others or catch a cab back to the hotel?”

“We should stay… I don’t want them to think — you know, like I’m running away.”

“No one would think that, baby, but we’ll stay. I don’t got anything to do.” Mox says, and he sits down on the bench, pulls Yuta with him and helps him lay out, lets the boy put his head in his lap and slips his fingers through his wet hair, petting him gently.

The shows over, but the Rampage taping has probably already started, and Claudio’s got a match so they’re not going to be leaving any time soon. Yuta falls asleep with his head in Mox’s lap, curled up in a little ball and breathing deeply. Mox settles in, his own legs perched on a chair as he scrolls through his phone. They’re like that for around half an hour when he hears voices approaching, looks up curiously to see Bryan, still wearing his ring gear, pushing the door open. Daniel Garcia is following behind him, the pure title still wrapped around his waist.

“Get out.” Mox growls lowly.

“It’s not just your locker room, Jon.”

Mox growls again. Sometimes Bryan can be a right prick. He knows that Yuta is upset about the title, he knows that the last person he wants to see right now is Garcia, yet, here he is, bringing him into the locker room like he belongs here, like he deserves to be here. He doesn’t. He never, ever will.

���And I respect that, but considering he is the last person Wheeler wants to see right now, I’d say it’s a pretty dick move bringing him in here.”

Bryan’s face moves barely an inch, but his eyebrows furrow slightly, lips pursing momentarily, “He shook his hand—“

“Out of respect, don’t mean he wants to play god damn happy families five minutes after he just lost his title to him. You’re fucking lucky he’s asleep, go, before he wakes up.”

Bryan thinks about it for a moment, and then he’s turning, putting a hand on Garcia’s back and leading him out of the locker room. The kid had the sense not to say anything, because one wrong word out of his mouth would have sent Mox charging.

Mox makes the mistake of looking down at Yuta. His eyes are open, wet and red again, looking up at him through damp lashes. He wasn’t asleep.

“Baby…”

“Don’t — I just, keep, keep doing that.” Yuta’s voice is thick and wet again, sad, as he lifts Mox’s hand and puts it back on his head, nuzzles into his stomach.

“I got you.” Mox whispers softly, carting his fingers through the drying strands as he feels some of Yuta’s tears dampen his shirt. God he fucking hates Bryan sometimes. He can’t even see what he’s doing to the kid. There’s no harm in wanting another protege to train, they all want to be the best group they can be, safety in numbers and all that, but that doesn’t mean that their first protege has to be pushed out of the way to make room for a new one. That’s the problem with Bryan, he loves so fiercely, but it’s so laser focused, it’s almost like he can’t love more than one person at a time, like he doesn’t know how. There’s no doubt that he loves Yuta, Bryan made him soup when he was sick and stayed up all night finding the best way to unblock a nose without using chemical infused decongestant sprays. But right now, right now Bryan loves Garcia, or thinks he does, and he’s so focused on him that he doesn’t see that he’s forgetting Yuta, that he’s pushing him aside and hurting him. Yuta just wants to be loved, loved by everyone he loves. He hates being a disappointment, in anything, and he feels like he’s disappointed Bryan, and Bryan won’t give him the reassurance he needs because he’s too busy with someone else.

“Sorry.” Yuta whispers after a moment, and he sniffles, trying to dry his eyes with his fist.

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry. Just let it all out. I’m here, alright? I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours, you’re mine, fuck the rest.” He says, scratching his fingers at the base of Yuta’s scalp.

Yuta sighs softly, cuddling closer. Mox knows he can’t take away what Yuta feels with just words, probably not even his actions, either, only Bryan can do that, but he can help, he can make him feel better, happy, even, and if he can do that, well, it’s a start.

“Love you.” Yuta whispers.

Mox smiles, bringing a hand up to stroke his cheek and run his thumb over his lip. They’re wet with tears, and Mox knows that if he kissed him right now, he’d taste fresh summer fruit, but fresh summer fruit eaten by the sea, skin getting kissed by warm sun and clouds.

He wipes away a tear. “Love you too, tiger.”

[faggotmox]

11. biting, Danny garcia and anyone

@loose-cannon-wrestler

kink prompts || @loose-cannon-wrestler

we're doing Daniel/Bryan (hehe what a ship name) in retaliation for Daniel biting wheeler in the ring during the pure championship rating: mature notes: that mark Daniel left on Wheeler was fucking ridicules. warnings: biting, marking kink, a little uh dubious but consent is eventually given lol, revenge sex (but no sex?), possessive behavior, humiliation kink (it's Danny so)

11. BITING

Daniel can't shake the feeling that he's being...stalked. Not followed. Followed sounded too innocent for the shivers going up and down Daniel's back as he walked through the dark parking lot of the hotel. Maybe it was Wheeler coming to tell him off for interrupting the press conference. No matter, Daniel shrugged his shoulders and walked straight ahead. Just get to the hotel.

The doors wooshed open but the feeling didn't shake as he went inside. The elevator seemed to take forever. While Daniel waited the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was a sound at the end of the hallway but when Daniel looked up the door outside was slowly closing and the stairwell door stood propped open. The elevator ding definitely didn't startle Daniel.

Once on his floor Daniel started walking a little quicker. Luckily his room wasn't too far from the elevator. The key card refused to beep the first time, but the second time he tried it flashed green. Daniel sighed in relief.

"What's your hurry, Daniel?"

The voice made said man jump and whirl around on his heels to face Bryan Danielson's smug face half in shadow from the nondescript baseball cap he wore. Daniel almost swung. He should have swung.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man!" Daniel shouted. That seemed to be the wrong thing to do.

Bryan pressed a hand over Daniel's mouth and grabbed his other hand on the door to lead them inside. The shock of the moment wore off and Daniel shoved Bryan away. They were already inside his room with the door closed but at least Daniel shoved him away.

"Calm down, man. No wonder you lost if you're so high strung." Bryan teased, stepping forward to crowd the slightly taller man.

"What the fuck're you doin', man? Get out of my room." Daniel went to shove again but Bryan caught his hands with ease. "The hell, Bryan?"

"You marked Wheeler tonight." Bryan met Daniel's eyes. "Hard to miss that you're acting out when you're that obvious."

"Shut up. I'm not 'acting out'." Daniel's face started to turn red. "I'll beat you, and Yuta. Fuck you."

"Sure are a mouthy thing, Daniel." Bryan pushed until Daniel's hands were pressed against the wall. Palms flat.

"If you want my attention, Daniel, all you have to do is ask. You don't have to go marking what's mine." Bryan winked at the look of disbelief on Daniel's face. "Think I wouldn't notice?"

"I--" Daniel glared and huffed. "So, why're you here? So what if I marked up your little toy."

"Don't." Bryan shook his head a little and Daniel stopped speaking. "You don't have much to say about Wheeler after he beat you tonight with such ease."

"You're a dick." Daniel pushed against the hands. "Man, just do whatever you're gonna do to me so I can get on with my damn night."

"I just thought I'd stop by," Bryan pushed his knee between Daniels' thighs causing the younger man to squirm. "And give you a matching mark. Since you're obviously feeling felt out, Daniel."

"Bryan--" Daniel blinked hard a few times, trying to surface from that...that. Whatever Bryan said.

"I don't have to though." Bryan kept eye contact as he reached up with one hand to brush his thumb over Daniel's cheek. "I only give marks to people who want them." A beat. "You want it though, right, Daniel?"

Daniel dug his teeth into his bottom lip. He couldn't look away from Bryan even if he wanted to. It was hard to breathe under such an intense gaze. Briefly Daniel wondered how Wheeler handled having that look leveled at him all the time. It made Daniels skin crawl, his sides squirm, and every bone in his body aches.

"Y-Yeah." Daniel tried to firm his voice up, tried to act tough and tilt his head to the side. Inviting Bryan to bite him.

Instead of teeth Daniel felt Bryan's hand on his jaw. There was a moment where Daniel didn't know what was going to happen then Bryan gently pushed his head to the other side, choosing the side Daniel didn't present. There still weren't teeth. Bryan's soft lips mapped Daniel's neck out. The hand stayed on Daniel's jaw, Bryan's knee stayed between his thighs, and Daniel realized his hands weren't being held down anymore. For a second he hesitated before reaching out and grabbing two handfuls of Bryan's perfect white t-shirt.

"Hold on tight, Danny." Bryan kissed behind his ear before traveling further down and biting near where Daniel had bit Wheeler.

The pressure of Bryan's teeth made Daniel squirm. He was biting a lot harder than Daniel expected. It felt good. Daniel couldn't help the pathetic moan that tumbled out of his lips as Bryan started to suck on the sore flesh. The hand on Daniel's jaw tightened and Bryan bit down again, just slightly off center from the original spot. Danie's eyes slammed closed and he threw his head back more, another moan was ripped from his lips as Bryan continued to bite the bite over and over. The mark was going to be way worse than what Wheeler got from him.

Once Bryan was satisfied with his work he went back to gently kissing the flesh he had worked his mark into. Daniel felt his chest flutter and tighten. Hips were slowly rolling against Bryan's knee. God damn it, Daniel thought as he realized he was hard as fuck.

"There you go, puppy." Bryan pulled back. Completely back. The knee between Daniel's legs was gone and he whimpered. The hands holding him up leaving almost had him sliding down the wall to the floor. "Wonder how you're going to explain that to your friends."

"Not like--" Daniel glared. "Not like you wrote your name on me, man."

"I could." Bryan winked as he walked towards the doors.

"That's fuckin' it?" Daniel pushed off the wall.

"Yeah. That's fucking it." Bryan stepped through the door. "See you in the ring, Danny."

[whorehausen]

So. I've developed a severe case of brain rot and it is being caused by Daniel and Danielson, that boy is desperate to get dicked down. @loose-cannon-wrestler

149. “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

@loose-cannon-wrestler I too have developed a severe case of brain rot and it is entirely because of how much of a slut Daniel Garcia is. Like... it doesn't even matter how many times or how good he gets dicked down. He's just insatiable for it. Put him down for a nap and he's going to wake back up ready for round 15. For real though, I hope this was worth a couple of days' wait and what you were looking for! Thank you for requesting! 18+ from this point on. Smut. Porn without Plot. Warnings - Barebacking, come feeding, subspace.

Bryans is only half surprised to find Danny outside his hotel door when he gets back for the night. Doesn’t say anything to him as the younger man bites his bottom lip and leans against the wall. They don’t need to say anything. They know why he’s here. Isn’t the first time they’ve found their way to each other after one of their matches. Bryan lets the keycard beep and he opens the door letting Danny in first, “Didn’t think you wanted to be bothered tonight – after all that in the ring” Bryan admits and closes the door behind them. Letting it beep again. Daniel doesn’t have his bag so he clearly went to his own room first before coming down to wait on him.

“I’m not here to talk about work” he huffs out. Daniel watches his every move Bryan’s notice. Like he's still studying him. The same way he says he studied Bryan's matches when Danny was training. His eyes follow Bryan’s hands as he puts his bag down on top of his suitcase, his shoes off by the door and unzips his bcc track top and hands it over the back of the chair. His eyes linger on the jacket though, Bryans is not sure if Danny’s fixated on his name or on the group name, knows it’s because he wants one of his own even if he won’t admit it.

“Then what are you here to talk about?” he asks him like he already knows the answer and steps closer to him.

Daniel surprises him as he surges forward and kisses him. Takes Bryan a moment to react and in his pause, Daniel whispers “I don’t want to talk” against his mouth and it’s all Bryan needs before he’s gripping at his hips and taking control of the kiss. Walking them both back towards the hotel bed.

“You know, many a lesser man would take advantage of that fact, Garcia. Gotta be careful what you say. Don’t just tell me what you don’t want” Bryan tells him and lays Daniel out on the bed under him.

“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me” Daniel growls up at him.

Bryan shakes his head at him and grabs him by the jaw again. “You sure? Because you sure hated it when I did this last time. Well, hate is a strong word” Bryan grins down at him.

Despite himself, Daniel gasps under him and spreads his legs wider letting Bryan slot in between them. Their both still clothed but that doesn’t mean they both can’t feel how hard they are for each other. Bryan grinds their dicks together with a cruel smirk, “What if this is all I give you tonight hmm? Just grinding together, send you back to them all messy?” Bryan purrs.

Daniel growls and to Bryans's surprise yet again, Danny flips them both over and pins Bryans's hands down onto the bed.

“What if I just take what I want and leave you here hard and wishing you hadn’t pissed me off” Daniel growls down at him.

It's the desperation talking, Bryan knows, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to get away with it.

“You think you could? Leave without my come dripping out your ass? I don’t know babe. Not with the way you’ve begged before. Almost had you in tears I edged you so long last time” Bryan purrs grinding up into him and he can already he Daniel's resolve starting to crumble.

“Fuck! Bryan, please? I’ve been so good. I even came back earlier when the show was still on air and –“ he cuts himself off realising he’s saying too much as he blushes. Bryan needs to know more.

“You what Danny? Come on, can’t stop there. Tell me how you’ve been good for me tonight, otherwise, it’s just words” Bryan purrs and in his embarrassment, Daniel’s grip on Bryan's wrists has waved so Bryan sits them both up and pulls Daniel's shirt over his head tossing it to the side. “Tell me baby” he begs and kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Knows his body now, knows that the spot right under his ear makes him melt the most which is why Bryan can never resist sinking his teeth in.

“C-Came back during the show to get away from everything. Jericho just wouldn’t shut up. Everyone kept asking and asking. So I left and came back and all I could think was I couldn’t wait for you to get back too. So I got myself ready for you. Shower and then… I-I used that lube you like.” He whispers and Bryan actually freezes while he processes the information.

“When you say got yourself ready for me?” Bryan questions, voice like velvet because he knows, he just wants him to confirm it.

“I-I can show you” Danny whispers and Bryan nods Daniel raises himself up from his lap enough to slide his sweatpants off and turns and bends over so his ass is in Bryan’s face, slick wet open hole winking back at him.

Bryan can’t even stop himself from sinking three fingers into him. He Watches Danny's head dip into his forearms and his back arch pushing back into them. “B-Bryann please!” He begs. “Please just fuck me!”

“Did you make yourself come?” Bryan asks curling his fingers up into his sweet spot.

“N-ooh!” and bless him he tries to answer, “No! Told you I was good for you. Just opened myself up for you. S-So I was ready!”

“Ready be to used? So your body was as ready as your mind already was?” Bryan asks but he’s already raising up onto his knees and using his free hand to shove his own sweats and boxers down past his knees.

“Y-Yes! Know you’ll make it stop. Too many thoughts I just need it to stop Bryan p-please” He begs over his shoulder at him and Bryan nods. He knows what Danny needs. Stokes his cock once smearing the precome down the length of his shaft before easing his fingers from Danny and pushing into him slowly. Letting him adjust to his size despite already being worked open. Pulls his own shirt over his head before he’s covering Danny’s entire body with his own, lacing his fingers over the top of Dannys and kissing the nape of his neck.

“I’ll make it all go away” he promises him as he finally bottoms out. Bryan swears he feels Daniel sigh in relief. Like he’s been desperate for a cigarette for hours and he’s finally gotten that first hit.

“T-Thank you!” Daniel moans out as Bryan opens his legs a little wider and traps them where he wants them with his own. Letting Danny feel that Bryans is in total control of him. Just like he wants.

“Say it again babe, what you need”

“Just need you to fuck me! Make my brain shut off because you fuck me so good – OH FUCK YES!” the end of his sentence cut off as Bryan rears back and fucks back into him hard, starting up a steady pace aiming for his sweet spot and making him feel good not just getting them both off.

Danny tries. Tries to fuck back onto him, tries to squeeze around him to make Bryan speed up but he doesn’t give in. Not when Danny has starts to shake under him and fall deeper into subspace. Non-verbal but Bryan can hear everything his body is saying loud and clear.

“Not rushing it. Not because you got a headstart” Bryan teases into his ear. “Not because you were lying out on your hotel bed with your fingers as deep inside this little ass as they could go, just trying to make yourself feel like this. Wasn’t enough was it? Had to come and wait for me. God, how long were you out there? An hour? Longer? Couldn’t have been. Not with this ass still so wet and slick for me” Bryan can talk for the both of them it would seem.

It's working though. Danny’s spaced out and got that fucked dumb look on his face as he lets the moans roll out head turned as much as he can so he can see Bryan fuck him. It makes all the muscles on his lithe back tense and dance beautifully. God Bryan is obsessed with him and everyone knows it. Probably Danny does too.

Bryan feels heat starting to curl behind his belly button and his balls begin to tighten so he lifts his hand to Danny’s mouth “Spit” he grunts out and Danny doesn’t need to be told twice, licks Bryan's palm and then spits in his hand letting it trail down his chin as Bryn pulls his hand away and reaches under to start jacking Danny off.

Danny howls, body twisting and dancing more as he tries to fuck into Bryan's hand and back onto his length. Pleasure hitting him from both sides.

“Gonna come with me, Danny?” Bryan growls into his ear.

Daniel nods dumbly and forces out “Yyess ss-irr!” voice hoarse from subspace and howling. “Oh you’re such a good boy aren’t you?” and fuck Bryan wants that smile etched into his soul.

“I-I h-hope so sir” he stumbles out again and it’s really all Bryan can handle.

“Come with me, Danny! – Fuck! – Right now come with me right fucking n-oow!” Bryan slams in one final time and comes buried deep inside of him. His heartbeat is loud in his ears but he can still hear Danny wailing out, head thrown back onto Bryans's shoulder as he squeezes around him like a velvet hot vice and spilling over Bryan's hand. Bryan strokes him through it and licks over the bite mark on his neck from earlier.

Bryan rolls them both onto their sides before they collapse in a pile on the bed, and hums happily. “Feeling good?” he asks and lifts his hand as a silent offer to Danny who starts to lick his own come from Bryan's fingers.

“mhmm. Real good” he promises Bryan around his index finger.

“You wanna stay here tonight? Where it’s quiet?” Bryan offers and Danny nods as his tongue swirls around his finger making sure it’s spit clean.

“If that’s okay?” he whispers up at him somehow managing to look that innocent while he’s licking his own come from Bryan’s hand and Bryan's cock still buried in his ass.

“It’s okay, baby.” Bryan soothes him softly. “It’s always okay” Even to Bryan's own ears it sounds like a promise. That’s probably why Danny’s entire face lights up in a smile that Bryan is going to need to see more often.

[paradoxunknown]

What….what if Bryan successfully steals Danny this time?

I think two back to back losses from pro wrestlers should be enough to break Danny from JAS

[thesupreme316]

EXCUSE MEE LOOK OVER HERE

An alignment chart about the murder family and their neighbors helping you with homework because i sure need help rn

ENJOY!

**the original chart was not made by me; I just added the pictures

*results may not be accurate, but in my mind they are*

AND here is the picture of Claudio in cheetah print

he looks good

[sheinthatfandom]

Prompt: "I need advice" (time passes) "never mind I already did the stupid thing"

Rating: teen

Word count: 569

Pairing: Daniel Garcia/Nigel mcguinness, unrequited Daniel Garcia/Bryan Danielson and complicates feelings with Yuta could be seen as ship.

Authors note: written for @wrestleprompts there’s a Easter egg for the quality of a memory by hereforwords and as always ty to my wifey @icecream-and-gadreel for giving it a read and letting me pull her into this fandom. No beta we die like the part of Danny’s heart that belonged to Bryan

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“I love Jon moxley, and him ripping at peoples mouths. I love Claudio Castagnoli and him destroying people. Know who else I love?”

With a damp sweaty hand Danny pulled out his phone typing quickly to the one friend he could trust with this.

I need advice

I’m about to do something that might be really dumb

“Wheeler Yuta.”

While waiting nervously for an answer he bit his lip and tapped his foot repeatedly against the floor. His mind replaying the same scene on repeat.

“I love, Wheeler Yuta!”

The voice of his hero, the man who was everything to him, the one he idolized and craved so much from but refused to give anything back. The man who had a stone wall around his heart never allowing anyone in or allowing love to come out. The man who made him crave his attention and the brief moments of kindness and closeness until he was nearly ready to throw away the man who single handedly paid his medical bills, keeping his family from losing everything under his debt. And, the closest friends he had in the company, the ones who took him under their wings, his two dads.

He tapped the screen to turn it on again, still not seeing any new notifications.

“I love Wheeler Yuta!”

Yuta…. Always Yuta. On the indies it was Yuta, Daniel debuted on AEW first but was never signed until after Yuta a year later. In ROH the pure belt always found a way back to Yuta, and now Bryan… Bryan who named Danny as the first potential student of the BCC, Bryan who chased after him for weeks to convince Danny to leave Jericho, Bryan who held back love and affection until you were ready to crawl over broken glass on your belly just for a taste.

“I love Wheeler Yuta!”

“Fuck this!”

“nm I’m doing the stupid thing”

He shoved his feet into a pair of slip ons before leaving his hotel room. The playing card, with the room number written on it, is still in his pocket though he memorized the number already. He made his way up the stairs not bothering to wait for the elevator knowing he’d risk changing his mind if he did. In what felt like one breath to another he was in front of the door and raising his fist before he could overthink it. Nigel opened the door and a small smile played on his lips as he realized it was Daniel at his door.

Danny didn’t wait for Nigel to speak, and he didn’t want to hear Bryan’s voice again so he reached out and pulled the older man into a searing kiss right at the doorstep. Nigel didn’t pull away; didn't move back and tell Daniel no, tell Daniel this wasn’t actually what he wanted like somehow he knew better than Danny what his own needs and wants were. No, Nigel was licking back into his mouth being an active participant and not making Daniel feel like some creep going after his coworker.

When the air began to cut off and make his chest burn with the need to breath he finally pulled away. Nigel, who had one hand on the small on Dannys back, placed the other on the side of Daniel's face, his thumb rubbing against sore lips.

“Brave boy.”

The exhale that came out of Daniel was bone deep.

[wardlowsbabydoll]

United We Stand, Divided We Fall- Blackpool Combat Club

Oh look, a headcanon Game of Thrones AU that I swore I would never do… but here we are

I blame @josiewrites for this lol

And Jamie and Danny are here because I said so

House Rhaegalis was one of the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros

Lord William was the leader of his noble house, he was beloved by the people of the East but he also ruled with a firm grip that made them know to fear him

Everyone knew his weakness was his children

His five sons and his only daughter

The Winter Fever took his wife, the late Lady Madisyn when their youngest son Daniel was barely seven

A lot of people questioned young Wheeler's legitimacy when it was noticed that he had an olive complexion compared to the pale skin of his parents

The truth was that he was a legitimized bastard

His mother died in childbirth, and Lady Madisyn being gracious of the heart (and having just had a child pass shortly after giving birth) took him into their home and allowed him to carry his father's name, fully legitimized

Anyone who dared question young Wheeler's parentage was met with death, plain and simple

Lord William wanted his children to be happy, something rarely seen in fathers of Westeros

Usually, his sons would have been married off to highborn ladies and create heirs, furthering the Rhaegalis dynasty

And his daughter would've most likely been awarded to a high-ranking man and create heirs for him (after all his daughter had one of the largest dowries in the seven kingdoms next to Cersei Lannister and Catelyn Tully)

When Robert's Rebellion ended, Robert asked to be married to Lady Jamie instead of her cousin Cersei

Lord William said no

For one, he knew how Robert treated women

And two, because he knew his daughter would not be happy

Many suitors tried to win Lady Jamie's hand but most were scared off

if not by her, definitely by her brothers

She had once had a mutual attraction with a Dornish prince but her brothers quickly put an end to that

The one who faced the most pressure was definitely the eldest, Claudio

He was expected to marry and carry on the family line, especially as their father's heir

Bryan had always hoped to join the Kingsguard and serve the Mad King

He refused to serve the drunken fool known as Robert Baratheon

House Rhaegalis are Targaryen loyalists but out of fear of having their house destroyed by the Lannister forces, they joined the opposition

Jonathan wanted to drink Dornish wine and whore as much as he pleased, he wasn’t the heir or the spare he could do as he pleased

Wheeler and Daniel were usually following their brothers around or learning from their father

Jamie eventually snuck off the Essos to help guide the young Targaryen Khaleesi

The sudden disappearance of Jamie led many rumors to be spread that eloped with the Dornish Prince she fell in love with

If only they knew

Jamie became one of the young Khaleesi’s closest advisors and friends

Her father and brothers were always sending Ravens about the latest things happening in Westeros

Daniel and Wheeler no sooner were they of age did they begin to fight in battle

Lord William was very hesitant when any of his children wanted to fight in a battle, he knew there was a chance they wouldn’t come back

Bryan and Jonathan soon joined their younger brothers in the War and the siblings became feared for their mighty conquests

Claudio as much as he wanted to join them as his father's heir couldn't

but that didn't mean that he didn't help in every other way he could

Before Daenerys was fully prepared to sail back over the Narrow Sea, Lady Jamie caught Winter Fever, a condition that was supposedly long gone

It took her so long to pass until finally, her body was at peace

Daenerys personally wrote the Raven to Lord William about his only daughter

Jamie's death began what would become Daenerys' slip into the Targaryen Madness

When Daenerys arrived in Westeros she found refuge at her family's ancestral seat of Dragonstone, where she was met by Lord William and his sons (including Claudio) four of whom had returned from battle

Jonathan had lost an eye, and Daniel, a leg

After many battles, Daenerys finally claimed the iron throne but her mind was too far gone

She began to believe everyone around her was her enemy and in her paranoia had Lord William and his sons killed; wiping out House Rhaegalis

Many songs were made about House Rhaegalis and they were a part of Westerosi history but that was it

There were no heirs and no living members left

So House Rhaegalis became part of the Reyne Legacy

Gone but not forgotten

[allelitewrestlings]

Daniel Garcia & Bryan Danielson AEW Dynamite • September 7, 2022

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Blood Looks Good On You

Pairing: Eddie Kingston x reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 630

Summary: Eddie Kingston is a handsome man, a sexy man. Eddie Kingston covered in blood after the Anarchy in the Arena match is a whole different kind of sexy.

Warnings: Blood

A/N: So I originally wanted this to be longer, but I was having a hard time coming up with an ending so this ended up being really short. I hope y’all enjoy it anyways!

Tagging: @eddie-kingstons-wifey

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Taglist

Gif is not mine. Credit to owner.

It was finally Double or Nothing. Tensions between Eddie Kingston, Jon Moxley, Santana, Ortiz, and Bryan Danielson and the dreaded Jericho Appreciation Society had been boiling over for what felt like a year, and what better way to settle it than with an Anarchy in the Arena match?

Naturally, Jericho and his buddies brought you into the rivalry during various promos. You didn’t care, but your boyfriend, Eddie was beyond pissed at the things they’d say. You tried telling him to ignore it and that they just want to rile him up, but Eddie is stubborn and goes off his emotions. Speaking of Eddie and his emotions, you — along with all the fans — knew this match would get chaotic and especially bloody given how Eddie feels about JAS, most notably Chris Jericho.

You sat backstage by a monitor watching the Anarchy in the Arena match get underway. You were so nervous about Eddie — and your friends — getting hurt. You couldn’t count how many times you held your breath as Eddie relentlessly went after Chris and Daniel Garcia.

This match was exactly what you thought it would be and more.

You were on the edge of your seat and absentmindedly playing with your fingers as the action continued. You were no stranger to seeing Eddie bloody, but this was different than all those other times. Why? Because seeing that look in his eyes as he marched down the ramp and towards the ring, soaked in blood and carrying that gas can, was beyond hot to you. Sure it’s not everyone’s cup of tea so to speak, and honestly, it never was yours either until you met Eddie. Someway, somehow this man makes everything a lot hotter and sexier than it should be, and you’re definitely not complaining.

You watched as he dumped the contents of the gas can on Jericho. You saw Danielson’s reaction when Eddie went to light it. You, like everyone else, knew Eddie didn’t like Bryan, he had voiced this before. You watched as Mox got between the two men, and Jericho capitalizing on the moment. Before long the match was over, and unfortunately, JAS were victorious. 

You stood by the tunnel and waited as patiently as you could for Eddie to come through. Your breath hitched seeing all the blood that covered Eddie up close. Your eyes met his and gently pulled him to the side. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.” You told him, your roamed his body before locking on his eyes once again.

Eddie wore an amused smirk, despite how pissed they lost and exhausted he was. “Is that right?” He questioned, that amused smirk never leaving his face. 

Eddie knew full well just what he did to you, and he completely took advantage of it. 

This short little flirtation helped Eddie forget about what happened moments ago in the ring. He was too focused on you to remember.

How about we grab our things and head back to the hotel so I can show you just how good you look?” You send him a wink paired with a suggestive smile as you glide your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, grabbing his hands in yours.

“That’s not gonna happen.” He flat out tells you. Your face falls, but you try to hide the disappointment with a forced smile and a nod. “Doll, we ain’t making it to the hotel.” Eddie whispers in your ear before tugging you towards the locker rooms with a mischievous gleam in eyes.

It took you a minute to process his words. Once they clicked, you were hot on his heels, matching mischievous gleam in your eyes as well. You just knew you were in for a world of fun.

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[itjazzbicch]

Figuring It Out

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x Fem Reader

Summary: While Handling some business in Japan, thinking everything in AEW will be okay without her, she doesn’t expect her love interest, Daniel Garcia to betray Bryan Danielson and when she returns, there’s lots to take in, especially with Daniel’s actions causing issues within BCC, but does she still give him a chance?

Warnings: Bit of Angst, some fluff, SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Oral F Receiving, Unprotected sex)

Word Count: 2.4k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linzi-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

For two weeks, I had to travel to Japan for a wrestling tournament and I thought it wasn’t going to be that big of a deal. What would two weeks hurt?

Blackpool Combat Club started having their issues whenever Daniel Garcia betrayed Bryan, had us all fooled and made us all believe that he was going to leave JAS and go under Bryan’s wing.

Why was this so crucial? Not only did this stir issues between Bryan and Yuta, but I was secretly talking to Daniel.

I was excited and surely thought that Daniel was going to join BCC, but he blindsided all of us.

Watching this happen while in Japan made me beyond nervous to come back, but of course, I did and my heart was racing the moment I stepped into the arena.

My main priority was to get to our locker room and spend the night back there, not stepping out unless I had no choice.

Moving around like a ninja, as quiet as I possibly could, someone was bound to find me:

“Hey babe, nice telling me that you were back from Japan.”

Daniel.

Things were just starting off with a bang, huh? There was no avoiding him and the conversation that we needed to have.

So, turning around with an attitude on my face, he knew exactly how I feel, laughing at me:

“I see why you haven’t been talking to me. You’re mad at me, huh?”

“You know what you did was messed up, Danny,” I huffed, trying not to get too emotional, “You know the faith and hope Bryan put into you and you just betrayed him like that?”

“Hey, he should’ve seen that coming, so that’s on him!” He protested, always acting so cool, but I gave him something to truly think about:

“Maybe so, but Bryan isn’t the only person you hurt. What you did has him fighting with Yuta, I can tell that Claudio is ready to flip dealing with it, and you hurt me too. I really thought that you were going to join sides with us because you’re not a ‘sports entertainer’, you’re a wrestler, a damn good one and we all know it.”

“Naw, I know why you’re so ‘hurt’,” Those words caught me off guard, staying silent to listen to his rebuttal, “You’re just scared you’re going to get kicked out of BCC or something because of us.”

My time with Daniel wasn’t wrestling related. When we were with each other, we were ourselves and I haven’t connected with anyone like I did with him.

I didn’t think it would be a big deal but after everything that happened? It would definitely be a big deal. Maybe that is what I feared.

I wanted Daniel, but I also wanted to continue to be in BCC. With everything going on, those options weren’t going to coexist with one another.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Y/N?” Daniel looked into my eyes and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right, turning and getting the door:

“I’d leave before one of the guys show up if I were you.”

“Wow!” He scoffed, my actions showing a sting he felt, definitely expressed in his voice, “So that’s it, huh? You’re choosing them over me?”

As a final response, I just pointed to the BCC sign on the door as I stepped in, then slammed the door shut.

Thank goodness I was all alone in there for a while to cool down. When Bryan, Claudio, Yuta, Mox, and Regal all made their ways in, I put on a smile and caught up some.

That night, Claudio and Yuta were facing Chris Jericho and Daniel; As much as I didn’t want to, I went out to ringside just to make sure no cheating occurred.

The whole match, not lying in the slightest, it was a banger and I was watching all of the action.

But of course, JAS couldn’t avoid their cheating nature, Angelo Parker trying to grab Yuta’s feet.

I quickly went right over to him, flipping him around and before I could even say anything, he even gave me a little shove.

That made me smile and I shoved him right back, going to get back into each other’s faces, I jumped a little, not seeing Daniel’s feet coming from the ropes and right into Parker.

From a certain view, it looked like an accident, and Daniel tried making the facial expressions explain that to everyone else, but when our eyes met?

He did that on purpose. We both knew it, but I stayed quiet and let Yuta do his thing, that small bit gave him the advantage and shortly after, Claudio was pinning Jericho for the win.

This was beginning to weigh heavy on my shoulders and I really hope nobody noticed, but while leaving the ring, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

I didn’t want to do what I did earlier, but I was a strategist; I liked having game plans with an end result. Things with Daniel? I had no clue how it would end and that’s what was making it all confusing.

And staring into his eyes? He didn’t want things to just end, he didn’t need to speak for me to know how he felt.

“Y/N, Y/N!”

I was so out of it that I didn’t notice Yuta talking to me when we got to the guerrilla.

“You okay, Y/N? I know that Angelo didn’t shove you that hard, right?” Claudio chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I smiled, playing it off and laughing, “It takes a lot more than a little shove to throw me off. You guys did great out there.”

Going down the stairs, Bryan was waiting and oh boy, this wasn’t going to be good.

Yuta went straight up to Bryan, looking like he was going to start a fight and I was so grateful for Claudio breaking them up.

All of these internal issues because of Daniel. I just couldn’t and didn’t want to believe it.

For the rest of the show, we got Yuta to calm down, distracted one another with humor and all, which was nice, but when I was all alone again in my hotel, that’s when I started drowning in my thoughts again.

Fresh out of the shower in my robe, I was brushing my hair back, staring at nothing in the mirror, slightly startled when I heard quick knocks at my door.

That knocking seemed like someone was in an emergency. The first person that popped into my head was maybe Yuta or Bryan, but I opened the door to find Daniel.

It was clear that he had been thinking, having an attitude too, rambling right off:

“Look, we have to figure this shit out. And you won’t slam the door on me again. I’m serious.”

“I won’t,” I said softly, taking a deep breath, “You’re right. We do have to figure this out. Can you just try to see things from my shoes?”

“I get it. Dating me while in the BCC after everything? I’m sure they’d try to kill the both of us, but-“ He was finally trying to relate for a change, but considering he didn’t finish his sentence made me nervous:

“But what, Daniel?”

Staring deeply and creating a gaze between us, for a change, he made a very good point:

“You and me, what we got going on? It’s not a sports entertainers versus pro wrestlers deal. It just you and me. That’s it. No wrestling involved.”

I wanted to say that, that was easier said than done consider wrestling was literally our entire lives, but that’s exactly how I wanted things to be. So I stayed silent, thinking deeply when he huffed:

“That’s how I feel. So, if you want to be with me, we can figure things out or you can just slam the door on me, again.”

Geez, he was surely upset that I did that earlier, but he didn’t have to worry, getting him off guard this time when I grabbed his shirt:

“Just come here, Danny.”

Pulling him inside and the door shutting on its own, I got something I’d been longing for when I kissed him, feeling his arms wrap tight around my waist like he always did so naturally.

Any time I kissed him, it felt so right and this time was no different, done with the arguing and smiling softly:

“You’re spending the night with me, just so you know. Hope you’re not in trouble with your boys, by the way.”

“Why would I be in trouble with them?” He picked his head up to think, then looked away when he remembered, trying not to smile as I giggled:

“I appreciate that you did that for me. Don’t look so shameful about it.”

“I’ll trash anyone who touches you,” When our gaze reconnected, he was dead serious and I admired that, kissing again while untying my robe:

“And I’ll never doubt that. I know it’s been a few weeks and I’ve been a bit of grinch so-“

His eyes dropped along with my robe to the floor, licking and biting his lower lip, loving my next words:

“Since you’re staying the night, how about we make this all right again, hm?”

“Oh baby,” He chuckled, feeling how his hands gripped my thighs, the lust in his eyes, “You know that I was getting some of all this.”

At first I was giggling at how quickly he picked me up and took me over to the bed, tossing off his shirt once I was on my back, but the second his knees dropped and his head dove between my legs, I was breathless.

“D-Danny-“ I know it had been a few weeks, but not even a minute and he was devouring me like it was his last meal.

And when his tongue started flicking at my clit super fast, my body was trying to roll, unable to stay still with the hard shakes in my legs.

“I can’t make you cum if you keep moving like that,” He knew what he was doing, hooking my thighs and applying pressure to keep my hips pinned down, having my back arch with my growing moans.

“I’m so close, Danny!” Propping up on my elbows, there were tears in my eyes, feeling how his tongue was fucking me, having my walls spasming, hitting every right spot in a fluid series, falling to my back seconds later with my thighs squeezing his head, a handful of hair, crying out with moans while my slick drenched his mouth and chin.

I seemed to forgot how intense he made my orgasms, chest feeling heavy from finally being able to breath, spot in my vision when I finally opened my eyes, but still fixed on him, noticing how he was kicking his pants off.

He remembered how sensitive I was after something like that, leaving kisses at my inner things that made me shake hard with a moan, up my stomach, finding my breast and latching to my nipple, nibbling slightly before sucking harder.

At the same time, I felt his thumb circle my oversensitive clit, two fingers pushing into me softly and it felt so much, having me bite my lips and whimper out softly:

“Don’t be teasing me now, baby.”

He just snickered while leaving bites across my chest, pumping his fingers once more before positioning himself between my legs, having me whine at his cock slapping my clit, then running through my folds.

“What? You been missing this?” He loved to tease me, kissing at my neck while teasing my entrance, asking after I moaned instead of answering him, “You gonna answer me?”

“You know I’ve missed it. Just give it to me, please,” I wasn’t the type to beg, so I hoped that proved how serious I was.

“You’re gonna get it, baby,” His whisper was deep and gave me a feeling that I was in for it, but only focused on the tight friction along with his cock stretching me.

“Damn, Danny-“ Hooking my arms under his, my head snapped back and don’t know if I forgot how good he felt inside of me, but it was even better than our first time, just a few soft thrusts getting some noise out of me.

“I know you’re tight baby, but damn,” He chuckled softly, groaning with a thrust before lifting my right leg higher, “I’ll give you a reason to be louder.”

“You think I’m being dramatic or something-“ Just like how I thought, I was in for it, gasping hard at the strength behind his thrust, feeling his tip meet my cervix.

“Shh,” Holding the side of my face, giving a sloppy kiss given his hard, quickening thrusts, he bit my lip while growling, “I just wanna hear you screaming for me.”

“Daniel!” If I wasn’t calling him Danny, that meant I was serious, feeling how deep his thrusts were pushing me down, the constant smacks at my sweet spots surely getting me to scream out at times, quickly being driven to my next orgasm.

Positioning my left leg up higher too let his hips roll faster, rocking our bodies up to hit at different angles, his chest heaving with groans and pants, but he made sure to lock eyes with me, saying:

“I know with how you’re squeezing me. Cum, baby.”

“I’m about to-; I am, Daniel!” My nails were digging into the back of his shoulders, not able to breath and feeling a slight tear fall from the corner of my eye, finally catching my breath when I gushed around his cock, gasping out his name as he kept going till his cock was throbbing.

Going to pull back, I held on tighter and with one swift smack of his hips, he was buried deep, letting my legs fall with his head on my chest while were both panting and trying to breathe again.

“I’ve missed this,” I whispered softly while running my hand through his hair, smiling when he looked up at me and he couldn’t help but smile either.

“Trust me, baby,” He picked himself up to kiss me, holding with a promise, “We got this.”

[keysgrave]

Wrestlers I Write For

I write for both aew and wwe now!

* indicates my favorites to write for

Keep in mind I usually only write female or gender neutral reader as they are easiest for me

I'll also write certain ships(I added those at the bottom

AEW:

Kenny Omega

Hook*

Adam Cole

Adam Page

Chuck Taylor*

Trent

MJF

Danhausen*

Kris Statlander*

Cash Wheeler

Dax Harwood

Wardlow

Kyle O'Reilly*

Orange Cassidy*

Nick Jackson

Matt Jackson*

Ricky Starks

Eddie Kingston*

Powerhouse Hobbs

Kip Sabian

Ruby Soho*

Athena

Buddy Matthews

Malakai Black

WWE:

Daniel Garcia

Jamie Hayter*

Toni Storm*

Austin Theory*

Johnny Gargano*

Drew McIntyre

Roman Reigns

Jimmy Uso*

Jey Uso*

Shayna Baszler

Indi Hartwell

Seth Rollins*

Sami Zayn

Kevin Owens

Dominik Mysterio*

Rhea Ripley*

Damian Priest*

Finn Balor*

Bayley*

Dakota Kai*

Iyo Sky (Io Shirai)

Naomi (idk if she still counts as wwe tbh)

Alexa Bliss

Asuka

Liv Morgan*

WHO I WONT WRITE FOR:

I will not write for any of the following

Sammy Guevara

Tay Conti

Anna Jay (it depends tbh, I'm willing to just not alot)

Jake Hager

Chris Jericho

Bryan Danielson (I dont like writing for him sorry)

Sting

Darby allin (I dont like writing for him)

CM Punk

Max Caster

The Miz

Dexter Lumis

Ships

Hook x Danhausen (hookhausen)

Trent x Chuck (best friends)

Dax x Cash (FTR)

Orange Cassidy x Chuck Taylor

[dunkzillla]

New Tricks for an Old Dog (10/10)

William Regal x Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor x Wheeler Yuta

We made it! We’re at the end. I want to thank everyone for reading and continuing to even though I disappeared for like three months! It’s a long one, so grab your popcorn and I hope that I do you justice with the end and that you enjoy it!

Title: New Tricks for an Old Dog

Pairings: William Regal/Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor/Wheeler Yuta, Bryan Danielson/Daniel Garcia

Ratings/Warnings: Language, Eating Disorders/Disordered Eating.

Words: 7,864

Summary: Wheeler doesn’t need to count the days anymore.

Parts: ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE

Wheeler wakes up the same way he has since he came home from the hospital, warm, with his face pressed against an equally warm, slightly fuzzy chest, and strong arms holding him in place. He hasn’t been counting the days since then, he no longer feels the need to count how long he’s been anywhere, because he’s not waiting for the end or a new beginning. This is it, now, this is home. It’s been quite a while, the amount of months definitely in double digits, but Wheeler’s never felt as happy as this before.

He pushes himself up, detangling himself so gently from Regal’s arms so as not to wake him, and steps quietly to the bathroom, bladder straining. Regal snores gently, but he doesn’t wake, so Wheeler closes the bathroom door behind him.

The large mirror next to the toilet — Wheeler thinks it’s a design flaw, why would anyone want to watch themselves pee — shows off the full length of him as he relieves himself. He’s not big by any stretch, he’s not Claudio or Mox, and he doesn’t have the barrel chest of his love, but God does he look different than he did before. His shoulders have definition, thanks to the work he’s been doing in the gym with the others, his arms aren’t bony and wiry anymore, and he’s got hips and thighs and god, his most favourite thing of all is his little tummy pouch. It’s barely anything, but there’s just a small pouch that sits above his low riding underwear. It proves to him that he’s survived, it proves that he made it, that he no longer has to work himself to death just to be able to stay alive. It’s proof of his healing, of his health, and it’s proof of Regal’s love for him.

Regal has many, many love languages, but his most favoured one for Wheeler is food. Any and all types of food — big steaming plates of what he calls the most wonderful food in the world, meat piled high with potatoes and vegetables and gravy, the little fluffy pancake type things Regal calls Yorkshire puddings are his favourite, and Claudio always makes extra, just for him. They go out to fancy restaurants, dive bars and burger joints, Regal expanding Wheeler’s stomach one restaurant after another.

It’s not always been easy, learning that food is readily available and he doesn’t have to worry about where it’s coming from anymore. It’s not always been easy on his body, either, his mind wanting to eat more than his stomach can hold and protesting about it the moment he had a mouthful too much. And sometimes Regal would get worried that he wasn’t eating enough, worried that Wheeler wasn’t eating because he didn’t want to gain weight, but Wheeler made sure to reassure him every single time that sometimes his body just couldn’t handle the amount of food Regal would like him too. They got through it together, though. Regal was there to hold his hand every time his stomach cramped up, and any time Wheeler even had a slight thought that he was hungry, whatever they were doing was immediately dropped in order to find him food.

His favourite thing they do is at night, when the day is done and they get to unwind, slipping into bed with toasted crumpets, buttered with jam and cups of tea while watching a British crime drama that Regal insists is better than any of the rubbish American cable TV has on. He doesn’t care that they get sticky fingers and that they have to get up and brush their teeth before falling asleep, because the feeling of eating a sweet, sticky treat in the most comfortable bed in the world, with the man he loves the most, it’s better than anything he’s ever experienced before.

He’s put on weight now, and he eats his three meals a day with snacks in between whenever he feels like it. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world, knowing that he can walk into the kitchen and grab whatever he likes, not worrying if the others are going to want it or can they afford to have it replaced. That he can ask Claudio for anything and he’ll make it for dinner for him. Just the other day he mentioned that he hasn’t had sushi since he visited his parents last year, and before they’d even finished breakfast Claudio had ordered all the ingredients needed for making it, and they’re having it for dinner tonight. His belly and his heart are full.

Wheeler washes his hands and makes the quiet path back into the bed. It’s still early, so he settles back beside Regal and dozes a little bit more before they both have to get up for the day.

Regal’s arms encircle him once again, and he makes a gruff little noise as he rolls over, burying his face in Wheeler’s neck. Here, in this bed, this room, in Regal’s arms, it’s the safest Wheeler has ever felt. He remembers the desperate days when they were apart, and he would wake up alone, with dark circles under his eyes, dull skin and breaking hair, and he’d think of what it could have been like to wake up next to Regal, instead of Chuck's gamer rage coming from the other room. Now he doesn’t have to think about what it would feel like, because he knows how it feels, it feels wonderful.

After his confrontation with Chuck in the hospital he was discharged two days later, with strict instructions from the doctor to take it easy and to stick to the meal plan that had been confirmed with Claudio (he’d been overjoyed to be tasked with Wheeler’s nutritional needs, and provided the doctor with all sorts of meal ideas, calorie and protein rich, to get Wheeler back to a healthy weight.)

It was another few days after that that Wheeler said he would like to go back to the apartment to collect the rest of his things. He’d gone straight from the hospital home with Regal, with the little bag of clothes that Chuck had brought to the hospital that day. Regal had no issue with it, but he wouldn’t let Wheeler go alone. His excuse was that Wheeler still needed to take it easy, and shouldn’t be carrying heavy things in his condition. It didn’t matter how many times Wheeler told him that his things consisted of probably half a bag of clothes and a box of worthless sentimental items he’d bought from home-home when he moved, Regal insisted on going with him, and then once he did, Mox insisted on going too, and then Bryan and Claudio, and Wheeler couldn’t fight all of them so the day after that, they all went to the old apartment, like some sort of strange vigilante group.

Wheeler was kind of glad they went with him in the end, because when he’d knocked, out of politeness, Trent was the one that answered, and Wheeler thinks if the others hadn’t been behind him, Trent might have strangled him. Thankfully the presence of the others meant Wheeler was let in with no trouble at all, and as quickly as he could he went into the bedroom and started getting his things together.

Regal won’t admit it, but Wheeler heard him talking to Chuck about the debt on the place. Bryan was helping him fold his clothes, and they shared a look, listening to Regal’s calm voice explain that he had tried to clear the debt, but the landlord was scum and stole it. He offered Chuck more money to clear it, and even though they’d heard a very loud I don’t want your fucking money come from his mouth, Mox told him later on that Chuck had put the cheque Regal gave to him into his wallet.

They’d had another conversation — their final one — when Wheeler was done. Regal and the others took his things down to the car, and Wheeler stood picking at the scabs on his burnt hand as he tried to find words to say to Chuck. There wasn’t much else to say to him. He didn’t bring up Orange, or how he remembered listening to Chuck call him babe while he thought he was asleep, because Wheeler knows that it would be rich coming from him, so instead, he told Chuck he was sorry. Chuck cried, he cried out of sadness that he was losing Wheeler, and then he cried out of anger, anger at losing Wheeler, anger at Regal being older and having money. They didn’t really get anywhere with the conversation, Chuck still didn’t think anything he’d done was wrong, still didn’t understand just the position Wheeler had been put in by his actions.

Wheeler had left with a momentarily heavy heart. He really had loved Chuck, and he knew he would always care about him, but he had been killing Wheeler, whether he knew it or not. The heaviness in his heart had been quickly healed when Regal had pulled him close and told him how proud he was of him. Then Mox had popped his head between them from the backseat and said we’re going to McDonald’s now, right? And Wheeler knew, then and there, that he’d been a fool to ever choose anything else over Regal.

Wheeler feels himself stir awake again, a hand softly running up and down his spine. He looks up, seeing that handsome face looking down at him with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, my love.” Regal’s voice is deeper when he’s just awake, and Wheeler shivers as his mind swims awake.

“Morning,” He says, sitting up just a little so he can graze a kiss across Regal’s jaw. “How long have you been awake?”

Wheeler glances at the clock, it’s not been that long, maybe half an hour or so, since he went to the bathroom.

“Not long, love, only a few minutes. I was just admiring how peaceful you were sleeping.”

“Mhm, I was dreaming about you.” Wheeler says, turning so he can face Regal in the bed, running his fingers over the soft, fuzzy, white and grey hair that’s across his chest.

“Oh you were? And what were you dreaming about?”

Wheeler cups the palm of his hand under Regal’s jaw, smoothing his thumb across his clean shaven chin and up across his mouth. “About how you treat me like a little prince. How you kiss me all over.”

Regal kisses his palm and then links their fingers together. Wheeler loves the sound their skin makes together. Regal’s is a little rough, weathered, while Wheeler’s is smooth and mostly unblemished. The drag and glide of it, Wheeler loves everything about them together.

“I’m the luckiest man alive to wake up and it's not just a dream.” Wheeler says then, leaning forward on his knees to press a kiss against his love’s mouth. They’ve both still got sleepy morning breath, but Wheeler never cares because it’s Regal, and Regal never complains either.

“I’m going to make us some tea.”

“We’ll get up and go down for some in a moment, darling.”

Wheeler kisses him again, “I’ll bring it up. I’m going to be gone all day for work. I want to spend some time with you, just me and you, before I go.”

Regal smiles at him. “Okay, love. Hurry back.”

Wheeler slips out of bed and finds his shorts on the floor and slips them on. Everyone will probably be awake, so he’s not going to walk down to the kitchen naked, no matter how happy with his body he is now.

His bare feet grow cold against the wood floor, not yet warmed by the heating or the sun streaming through the windows, but he’ll take so much joy in shoving them between Regal’s warm thighs when he gets back in bed.

In the kitchen Wheeler fills the kettle and puts it on to boil, and puts two tea bags into Regal’s pot. He’d been shown by Claudio how to make Regal’s tea just the way he liked it, brewed in a pot, strong and dark, and the first time that Wheeler woke up and made it for him the smile that he got in return, well, now one of his favourite things is to make Regal’s tea and take it to him in the mornings. Sometimes they don’t have time, Regal having meetings or Wheeler needing to be out early, but when they do, Wheeler makes sure he does it.

He pours the water in the pot once it’s boiled, and sets a jug of milk and the cup of sugar on the tray, ready to take upstairs. He lets it brew a moment, and while it does he steps out of the back kitchen door into the relatively new greenhouse.

It’s Daniel’s greenhouse, really. Bryan finished it about a month ago, a great big glass structure with the most beautiful iron mouldings, shaped in intricate flowers and vines. They grow everything inside of it, fruits, vegetables, flowers and exotic plants. It’s their thing to do together, pottering around, Bryan teaching Daniel every little thing he knows about gardening.

Daniel lives with them now, too, something that Wheeler never saw coming but is so, so happy about.

He’d noticed, a month or so into living with Regal, that Daniel spent a lot of time with Bryan. And after their conversation that night, Daniel saying that once his student loans were paid off he was gone, Wheeler had thought maybe this was Daniel’s last home stretch, that he was with Bryan so much to get paid that last little bit he needed so he could stop it all.

They went on a short vacation not long after that, to Regal’s beach house in California, and he and Daniel had been sunbathing on loungers while Regal and Bryan were fishing, when Wheeler asked, “So, are the student loans almost paid off?”

And Daniel had said, with a straight face as he sipped on his tequila sunrise cocktail, “They were paid off ages ago.”

Wheeler had looked at him aghast and had hissed, “What do you mean? Why did you say —“

“Told you what you wanted to hear. You’d have only gone into more of a spiral if I told you I was in love with Bryan too.” Daniel had cut in, leaving Wheeler confused. Hearing the words in love with Bryan made his brain spin. Because he’d thought that Daniel was something like the blood sucking leeches that Mox had been so upset about.

“I LEFT HIM! how could I have spiralled more?” Wheeler had practically squealed. It wasn’t Daniel’s fault he left, of course, but his words that night definitely hadn’t helped.

“Well I didn’t know you were going to freak out and leave him!” Daniel’s blazé attitude about the whole thing had stumped Wheeler, but that was Daniel all over, really.

Wheeler had been silent for a while before he’d mused, “What if I’d have told Bryan what you said?”

Daniel just shrugged at him and said, “He would have just laughed at you. He’s the one who made all the payments online. He knows the day they were paid off.”

“Why do you still work the street? If you love him?” Wheeler had asked, because at that time, Daniel hadn’t moved in yet, even though he’d spent a lot of time over at the house, so Wheeler just assumed that he was still working. Trying to pay off those student loans.

“I haven’t for a while.” Daniel revealed in a quiet voice. “I used to still do it because I didn’t want to be that guy that got bought by a rich man because he could have dropped me any second. But. When you stopped. I dunno, we talked. Admitted some stuff that I’d kept close. We were together before you and the old man made it back to each other, we just kept it quiet.”

Wheeler had sat a little bit stunned. He’d watched Regal and Bryan fishing, enjoying their time together, away from home, and realised that they’d both made it. They’d both fallen in love with men who bought them once, but now those men worship the ground they walk on.

Wheeler had turned to Daniel with a big smile on his face and said, “So, when you get married, are you going to be Daniel Danielson?”

“Oh my god I hate you.” Daniel responded, and refused to answer Wheeler's questions.

A few weeks after the vacation, and seemingly once Daniel had told Bryan that Wheeler knew they were together, Daniel moved in. It wasn’t a huge affair, just like Wheeler Daniel didn’t have that much stuff to bring with him, but he brought quite a bit more than Wheeler, and they’d spent the day putting it away. It was nice to have Daniel. Despite how comfortable Wheeler feels in Regal’s home, he’s still the poor little former sex worker who worked himself to near death. Regal and Bryan and Claudio and Mox are as understanding as they can be, but no one understands him quite the way Daniel does. It’s nice to have him, and sometimes, when the others are busy, they lay in the big front room together, eating popcorn and reminiscing about where they’ve come from to now.

Wheeler steps out of the greenhouse and back into the kitchen. The pot of tea is steaming, and when he takes off the top, it’s sufficiently dark, so he picks up the tray and carefully walks back upstairs to the bedroom.

Regal’s turned the huge TV at the end of the bed on, and playing on it is old style wrestling that Regal loves to watch. He’s told Wheeler all about how he used to dabble in it when he was younger, and how there’s lots of fighting classes at the gym he owns. Mox has been teaching him stuff lately, and Wheeler can’t deny that he absolutely loves it.

“There you are my love. I was starting to miss you.”

“I wasn’t that long.” Wheeler smiles, setting the tea tray down on the side table and starting to pour Regal’s cup. He adds a spoon of sugar and a dash of milk before taking it over to him.

“Thank you, pet.”

Wheeler pours his own and gets back into bed, being careful not to spill any on the sheets, and does indeed, shove his freezing cold feet between Regal’s warm thighs.

“Oh you rotten lad. What happened to that pair of slippers I bought you? The fluffy ones that Bryan moaned at me for because they aren’t vegan? Must you torture me with your cold toes so early in the morning?”

Wheeler grins around a sip of tea. “They’re down in the front room, you didn’t put them on me when you carried me up to bed the other night.”

“Oh I see, this is all my own doing, then?” Regal links their free hands together and raises an eyebrow at him. There’s a smile on his face, and Wheeler would kiss him silly if they both didn’t have burning hot cups of tea in their hands. Later, definitely later.

“Completely, Mr Regal.”

“I’ll get you, you know, little Yuta. When you’re least expecting it.”

“Oh I’m shaking in my boots, old man.”

“Rotten Mr Moxley is rubbing off on you, isn’t he? You wound me so very deeply.”

Wheeler squeezes Regal’s hand. “He’s been teaching me lots of stuff. And Bryan and Claudio. But you most of all.”

“Me, darling? What have I taught you?”

He gives Regal a soft smile, “How to be happy. How to be healthy.”

“Don’t, it’s far too early for me to cry into my tea,” Regal says, but he gently leans over and kisses Wheeler’s temple. “But I’m so very glad that you’re happy, love. It’s all I ever want.”

Wheeler is happy. He’s never been happier.

They finish their tea together, talking about what their days are going to look like before they both head into the shower to wash up and get ready. Regal washes his hair, spending time on massaging the shampoo into Wheeler’s scalp and making him feel boneless, and that’s even before he slides his hand down to Wheeler’s cock and jerks him off slowly and torturously.

Wheeler sinks to his knees and sucks Regal off just the way he likes, slow and sloppy, looking up at him through wet lashes, hands kneading at his thighs as Regal curses up a storm.

They brush their teeth together, arms pressed close as they garble through a conversation with the toothbrush in their mouths. Wheeler keeps wondering if the honeymoon period is ever going to end, because it’s been so long, and so far it feels like it never could. Every day is more wonderful than the last.

Regal helps him pick out his outfit for the day, a nice pair of beige chino type pants, maroon shirt and maroon knitted sweater. It’s Regal’s favourite colour, and a lot of the things he brought Wheeler were maroon, so it had become Wheeler’s favourite colour too, so on a day like today, a big event at the YMCA, it was the perfect time to wear their favourite colour.

They head downstairs to breakfast, finding the table starting to fill with food that Claudio brings out, toast, crumpets, fruit, vegan bacon for Bryan and plenty of eggs for Mox. Wheeler’s favourite, much like his late night snack, is toast and jam. Claudio makes the best homemade jam, and his latest batch of blueberry jam has been so delicious that Wheeler thinks he could live off it.

As usual he sits in the chair closest to Regal, buttering himself a piece of toast and then cutting up some fruit for Regal. Where Regal’s love language is food and feeding, Wheeler’s is most definitely acts of servitude. It makes him happy to do stuff for Regal. To make his tea, cut up his breakfast, to tie his shoelaces and comb his hair. Regal had tried to stop him, telling him that he didn’t have to do anything for him just because he wasn’t being paid anymore, but Wheeler truly wasn’t doing it for that reason. He just really likes doing it. He likes to take care of Regal in any way he can, the same way that Regal takes care of him.

He drinks another cup of tea with his breakfast, even though he knows he’ll have to pee multiple times before he even gets to work.

“Is it that event today, kid? You’re all dressed up.” Mox says to him as he pours an ungodly amount of hot sauce on his eggs and toast.

Wheeler nods. “Mhm! Jade told me I had to look smart.”

“You look very smart, brüederli.” Claudio says, setting down another plate full of fruit. Wheeler feels himself beam on the outside and the inside. He loves when Claudio calls him his little brother. He loves being Claudio’s little brother.

Wheeler finishes his breakfast and clears his plate despite Claudio’s protests that he’ll do it for him, before wrapping his arms around Regal’s shoulders.

“We should be finishing about four, so I’ll be back for dinner, and I’ll call you when I can.”

“Have fun love, I know it’s going to be great, so you don’t need luck.” Regal says, turning to kiss Wheeler’s cheek and squeezing the hand that’s on his shoulder.

“I’ll see you later, I love you.”

Regal smiles at him. “I love you too, darling. See you soon.”

Wheeler waves goodbye to the others before leaving the house. There’s a driver already waiting for him in one of Regal’s cars, and he gets inside, shooting Jade a text to let her know he’s on his way.

He’s been working with Jade at YMCA for a few months now, and it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever done. He loves helping her run the clinics, helping with the paperwork so she has more time to do all the things she wants to.

Wheeler decided it was what he wanted to do when he and Regal had the conversation about Wheeler returning to work. Regal didn’t want him to work, he said Wheeler had worked enough for his whole life time and he was more than happy to take care of him. There was no need to ever make money, because Regal made him dig out that black American Express card he gave him the day they met and use it for whatever he wanted. That money was Wheeler’s, no strings attached, no matter what ever happened between them. Wheeler couldn’t say that never working again didn’t seem appealing to him, but he knew he had to do something. Sitting around all day would send him crazy. And he’d been going over things he could do one day when he thought about the YMCA, and how much he’d relied on it when he needed condoms and his sexual health screenings done. He had told Regal about it and he’d instantly agreed, and the next day they’d gone down to the YMCA to talk to Jade about Wheeler volunteering with them.

She’d taken him on instantly, and he’d started helping out a couple of days a week, at first. It started with him on the front desk, talking to walk-ins and directing them to where they needed to go or giving them information they were looking for. Then, Wheeler started working more closely with Jade, sharing a little bit of his story with her and telling her how he’d like to give back. They’d brainstormed a little bit, bouncing ideas off of each other about how to help those on low or no income, helping with food parcels and debt management. In the end Wheeler had taken his ideas to Regal, who had given him a big beaming smile and told him to do as he wished, reminding him of the card in his wallet. Wheeler never needed to ask permission for anything.

So, together he and Jade had set up even more resources at the YMCA. There’s food collections and donations, they provide hot meals for anyone who needs them, there’s classes on debt management, emergency funds, help with finding shelter and accommodation if you find yourself on the street, there’s even more help for sex workers, more free condoms, more rigorous sexual health screenings and special rooms created as safe spaces for anyone who may have faced violence while they worked. They recruit more volunteers and workers to help it all go smoothly. Wheeler has never, ever been more proud of anything in his whole life, and he knows it’s going to be hard to beat. He’s making a difference in the community. He’s really, really making a difference. They’re busier than ever, and Wheeler tries to go the YMCA nearly every day for at least a few hours if he can’t do all day (Regal makes him rest a lot, he’s still scared he’s going to overwork himself like before.)

Today they’re holding a small fundraising event, where businesses and members of the community have pledged their time and products to sell and raffle off to raise money for the centre. He and Jade have spent weeks planning it, and it’s finally all ready to go. Regal made a big donation the other day, even though technically a lot of his money has already gone into setting the whole thing up. He keeps saying that it’s Wheeler’s money even though it’s not, so really, it’s Regal who’s making a difference in this community. But Wheeler knows he’s pushing it all along, so that feels good. He and Regal have already been planning the next charity gala, the one that ended in tragedy last time, this time having Jade more involved and switching up the format, putting on more entertainment and getting more people involved. Regal tells him that the world is lucky to have someone like him, someone like Wheeler, and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy every single time he does.

The car drops him off outside of the centre and he steps out with a thank you to the driver before quickly making his way inside.

There’s a lot of people already inside setting up, tables being filled with freshly baked goods, homemade jewellery and art pieces, clothing and prize hampers. It looks great, and Wheeler jumps in immediately, helping move boxes and tables and holding onto ladders as all the decorations get put up. They haven’t got much longer to go before the doors open to the public, but everyone’s working hard and Wheeler knows they can do it.

He’s in the middle of carrying a box full of leaflets they’ve had printed specially for the event, to tell people about the work they do and encourage more people to get involved, when Jade glides over to him with a big smile on her face.

“Wheeler, baby!” She coos, and she’s got the iPad in her hands.

“We just received the biggest donation outside of the gala. From Tony Khan, along with the message “May the Regal’s continue to provide the community with an invaluable hub of help and support.” Look at what you’ve done for us, all these connections. We haven’t even sold anything yet and we’re already going to be able to get that extension we were talking about. We’ve already hit our target and more.” She turns the iPad around to him, showing him the donation website which does show Regal’s friend Tony Khan’s name with a donation that contains a lot of zeros.

Wheeler feels pride bloom in his chest. People as rich as Tony should have always been donating to organisations and charities, and not just at gala’s when they’re trying to show off how much money they can afford to give to a good cause, but it’s not always the case, and sometimes it takes them seeing someone first hand going through a horrible situation to put their hand in their pocket and help out more regularly. He knows that Regal has had conversations and meetings with Tony since he came home, and that Regal definitely told him about what he’d gone through. Tony owned a lot of the apartment blocks around town, but didn’t have an awful lot to do with them despite that, and Regal had made sure to enquire whether the apartment block that he and Chuck had lived in was owned by him or not. It wasn’t, but Tony knew who did own it, and made sure to look into the crooked landlords who seemed to be operating out of their buildings. And sure, it was Regal who had the meetings with Tony, and suggested he take a closer look at the landlords, but it’s because of Wheeler that any of this is happening. Because Wheeler managed to survive, because Wheeler didn’t run away when things got hard. Because Wheeler decided to give back after he was saved.

And God, it really doesn’t hurt that Tony refers to them as the Regal’s. They’re not married, and Wheeler doesn’t know whether that will be on the cards or not, but for someone to refer to him and Regal as the Regal’s, a unit, one entity. Yeah, that makes him really happy.

“Maybe it’s my connections but it’s your hard work too. You make all of this happen, Jade. Without you this place would be nothing, you kept it running even without the money.” He tells her, setting down the box of leaflets and starts pulling them out and fanning them across the table.

“I did, but it didn’t grow. With you, baby it grows! Look at everything we’ve managed to do in just a few months. Really, thank you, Wheeler.”

Wheeler smiles at her, and she puts her big strong arms around him.

“And we’re not stopping. We’re not stopping until we’ve got multiple sights across the town and no one ever has to go through what I did again. This is just the beginning.”

“You’re one amazing person, Wheeler Yuta. Come on, let’s get the set up packed away so we can get ready for opening.”

Jade leads him to the back room that is basically her office, collecting boxes and step ladders and anything that isn’t for the fundraiser together and stacking them away.

When the doors do open, there’s a lot more people than Wheeler was expecting. They’d done a lot of advertising, posters and flying up all over town, and all the businesses providing their merchandise had been advertising too, but he wasn’t expecting this kind of turn out. It’s amazing. There’s so many people, all queuing up to buy the amazing things at the stalls, buying raffle tickets and putting money in the donation box or filling out donation forms. There’s even a local news crew, and Wheeler sends them over to Jade because this is her baby, her work, and she needs the recognition for it.

The day has been amazing, and things are slowly starting to draw to a close and Wheeler’s been handing out fliers for about twenty minutes, talking to people and letting them know about the work they do, when he hears a voice he hasn’t heard in months.

“Wheeler?”

He turns, clutching the leaflets to his chest when he sees Chuck standing in front of him. A little ways behind, Orange and Trent stand at one of the stalls, but they turn back to look at him while trying to be inconspicuous about it.

“Chuck… hey.” He says. The last time he’d seen Chuck had been when he went to collect his things from the apartment, and they hadn’t had any communication since then. Not a call, a text, nothing. Which, Wheeler’s thankful for, really.

“Is this?…”

Somehow, Wheeler knows what Chuck’s asking without him even finishing his sentence.

“Yeah, I work here now. We’re raising money to expand.”

“That’s awesome. Better than Starbucks, huh?”

“No one yells at me for making their coffee too hot or too cold, so infinitely better.”

“Still wearing the beige chinos, though.”

Wheeler looks down at his pants and realises that yeah, he is.

“I’ll have you know that I really happen to like these pants.”

Chuck smiles at that, and Wheeler realises he hasn’t seen Chuck smile since quite a while before they broke up. Those last few weeks weren’t good at all.

“So, how have you been?” Chuck asks him, his hands relaxed in his pockets. He looks good, he’s cut his hair and trimmed his beard. And well, he’s actually outside. Somehow he’s not on his video game, and Wheeler knows that’s a miracle in itself.

“I’ve been good, really good. Things have been great here, we’re, we’re really doing good. And you know, everything else is good too,” He says. He doesn’t want to rub it in Chuck’s face that he’s so head over heels crazily in love with Regal and that everything is more perfect than ever before. Chuck might not have been the world's best boyfriend, and he might have made a lot of mistakes, but Wheeler knows he wasn’t either. “How about you?”

“They were… rough for a while, but they’re good now, actually. I uh, I cashed that cheque.” Chuck says quietly, like he’s ashamed. “I wasn’t going to, but our landlord, wow, what a scumbag. Trent and Orange offered to help pay back a little at a time but he put the rent up and wouldn’t budge. So uh, thanks, for the — for the help.” Chuck scratches at his chin. Wheeler knows it probably took a lot for him to admit that, to even use Regal’s money in the first place. But Wheeler also knows desperation. He knows about that scummy landlord more than anything.

“I got a job,” Chuck says then. “And I’ve moved in with Trent while I look for a new place. I cleared the debt and left, it really was a shithole, wasn’t it?”

Wheeler smiles. “Yeah, especially after the flood. There was kind of no saving it then,” Wheeler shrugs. “Where did you get a job?” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness, of hurt and disappointment, that it took Wheeler leaving for Chuck to finally realise he needed to get a job.

“Game stop,” Chuck laughs. “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

“I’m happy for you.” Wheeler says honestly, shifting the leaflets in his hands because they’ve started to get sweating. He’s about to excuse himself when Orange steps over. He doesn’t say anything, he just slips his hand into Chuck’s and gives Wheeler a look, a look that’s hidden under his sunglasses, but Wheeler knows the look. Well. Wheeler might have been the one physically cheating, but that tiny little action shows him that there must have always been something going on with them, whether it was physical or not, Wheeler wasn’t crazy, and the two of them weren’t doing it to keep a roof over their head.

“Orange, hey.”

Orange doesn’t say anything. He’s never been much of a talker, but now that Wheeler knows that Orange always disliked him behind his back, well, now he gets it.

Before he can say anything else, his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He slides it out, seeing a picture of him and Regal when they were on their vacation, Wheeler beaming and holding up a bucket and spade that he’d jokingly bought at the beach and Regal standing behind him, staring at him with nothing but love and adoration illuminates the screen. It’s Regal’s contact picture, his number calling, and Wheeler looks up at Chuck and Orange.

“I have to take this. Uh, thanks for coming by, it was nice to see you. I’m glad you’re doing good,” He says, “I'll see you around.” He gives them a little wave before ducking away, finding a little corner before he answers the phone.

“Hello Mr Regal, what can I do for you?” He smiles into his phone. They still like to play around sometimes, they’ll never forget how they met, and despite everything, Wheeler will never ever regret it, he still loves being little Yuta, and Regal still loves to be Mr Regal, it’s just now no money exchanges hands, and Wheeler doesn’t have to leave at the end of the day.

“Mm, a nice little kiss from pretty little Yuta would be nice,” Regal hums, and he can practically see him smiling down the phone too. “How are things, love?”

“They’re really good. We got a huge donation from Tony this morning, so we hit our target before even opening the doors. And then it’s just been packed in here. We’ve made enough for the extension and then some.”

“Oh pet, that's wonderful. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, but none of this could be possible without you. And Tony.”

“Don’t be silly. Sure we have the money, but the real work is going down there and making it all happen, and that is all you and Jade and the team. My precious little Yuta, such a wonderful thing.”

Wheeler feels his cheeks heat up. “Don’t say anymore or you’ll set me off.”

Regal laughs softly down the phone. “Sorry pet, I’m actually calling because Claudio’s having a slight breakdown. He got the delivery this afternoon of the sushi ingredients for dinner, and well they sent regular rice instead of sushi rice, he’s been on the phone since because he’s adamant that he didn’t order regular rice. Would you mind popping into the Asian store on your way home and grabbing some? I do fear he’s going to burst a few blood vessels if this situation isn’t fixed.”

Wheeler laughs, he can imagine Claudio freaking out in the kitchen, swearing in one of the many languages he can speak about regular rice and sushi rice. God, he really loves his family. “Of course, we’re probably about to start wrapping up here so once we’ve put everything away I’ll head over. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home.” Home. He loves that that’s home now, that it always will be.

“Thank you pet. I’ll let Claudio know to stop stressing. Have a good rest of your afternoon, love. I miss you.”

Wheeler feels gooey inside. He looks up, finding Chuck and the others gone, the centre is almost empty save for a few people still looking around while the stalls pack up. They’ve had a successful day, they’re going to be able to expand the centre, they’re going to be able to do so much stuff with the money they’ve raised. And now he’s going to be able to go home, to his love, to his family, eat his favourite food surrounded by his favourite people, and then curl up in bed with the man he loves more than anything else in the whole world. He’s been through a lot, he’s dealt with a lot, but at the end of it all, he came out with more than he could have ever dreamed. He found that feeling that he always wanted, the one his father had coming home to his mother. He can’t wait to see Regal even though he only saw him a few hours ago. He can’t wait to see his family. Wheeler is alive, he’s healthy, and he’s at peace. Things couldn’t be any better.

“I miss you too. Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. I love you.”

Regal makes a warm, pleased sound on the other end of the found. “Yes you will, darling. I love you too. See you soon.”

Wheeler ends the call and slips the phone back into his pocket. He packs the leaflets he’s still clutching into an empty box and stashes them in the backroom, ready for another day. He helps the others break down the displays and the stalls, thanking them all for their hard work and everything they’ve given to the fundraiser.

It’s about an hour before he finally gets back into the car, and tells the driver to stop off at the Asian mart before they head home.

He picks up the rice, laughing to himself as he checks out, still thinking about Claudio receiving the delivery this morning and realising that he hadn’t got the right rice. Claudio is very particular about giving Wheeler the meals he’s asked for, if Wheeler asks for something he gets it, no matter what it is. Wheeler loves Claudio so very much, he really is like his older brother, one that doesn’t bully him like the older brother that Mox is (not that Mox really bullies him per say, but he really does tease him a lot, and he pushes him hard in the gym, so he’s a little bit of a bully.) Claudio takes care of him with a very similar intensity to Regal. It fills Wheeler’s heart to bursting.

Wheeler gets back into the car and sends a quick text to Regal, letting him know that he’s on his way home with the rice. He receives an instant response of little heart emojis that Wheeler taught him how to use.

When he pulls up to the house, his home, he feels that peace settling over him again. He’s home.

Wheeler heads inside, the big bag of sushi rice tucked under his arm, and heads straight for the kitchen.

Claudio’s filleting the fish, buckets of ice next to him to keep it at the right temperature.

“Brüederli! My hero, thank you, Wheeler.” Claudio grins at him, taking the rice from him and giving him a big hug.

“Did everything else arrive okay?”

“Yes, everything is great. Other than the rice everything came correct.”

“Good, I’m really looking forward to dinner. I haven’t had sushi in so long.”

“I hope I can do it justice for you, Wheeler.”

“Everything you make is amazing, so you don’t have to worry,” Wheeler grins at him. “Is William in his office?”

“He was the last time I saw him, but that was a little while ago.”

“Thank you Claudio, see you later for dinner.”

Claudio waves him off, and Wheeler steps out of the kitchen into the hallway, bumping into Mox as he comes down the stairs.

“Yoots! You’re home, Bry and Danny are in the gym, you gonna join us?”

Mox is dressed in his gym gear and has his water bottle in his hand. Wheeler nods, “Let me say hi to William and then I’ll get changed and meet you in there.”

“Jonathon, are you stealing my love away before I’ve even got to see him?”

Regal’s voice comes from behind, and Wheeler turns as he wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him close. “Hello darling.”

“He ain’t going anywhere old man, and besides, you have to learn to share him sometimes. I gotta teach him how to scuffle.”

Wheeler smiles up at Regal, winding their fingers together. “Hey you,” He says softly. “You should come and watch, you haven’t seen what I’ve learnt in a while.”

“You know what love, I think I just might. We have to get you changed first, though.”

“Oh fucks sake, don’t keep him too long old man. Or I will come up to get him no matter what you’re doing.”

Regal raises an eyebrow, “Now now, if you think about doing that I’ll cut your eyes out, flower. Go on, get warmed up, we won’t be long.”

Mox makes over dramatic gagging noises but heads off towards the gym anyway, and Regal tugs him gently towards the stairs.

“How was the rest of your day, love?” Regal asks as they make their way up the stairs to their room.

Wheeler smiles. He decides not to tell Regal about Chuck. He doesn’t need to know, either he’s seen the money leave his account and never told Wheeler or he didn’t notice, and Wheeler isn’t particularly hurt by the fact that he’s dating Orange now. There’s nothing to tell him, nothing that is worth telling him, when his day has been so wonderful and amazing.

Wheeler is safe now. Wheeler has a home, a family that loves him, the man of his dreams, and he makes a difference to the lives of people who really, really need it. Wheeler’s had many, many good days since he came home from the hospital all those months ago, and he knows that he’s going to have many, many more to come. But today, Wheeler thinks today might be a little special. The culmination of everything he’s been through, and how far he’s really come, it all showed out today. He’ll remember this day for a long time.

Wheeler squeezes Regal’s hand as they get into their bedroom. The love he feels for this man and everything they’re building together consumes him.

“Best day ever.” He says, and as Regal smiles at him, Wheeler knows that every day for the rest of forever, is going to be the best day ever.