#bryan danielson x daniel garcia

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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.

[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

[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.

[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

[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.

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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

[allelitewrestlings]

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

[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

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New Tricks for an Old Dog (8/10)

William Regal x Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor x Wheeler Yuta

Finally managed to get this part out! I’m sorry for the little wait, I thought I’d have it up sooner but the weekend ended up getting supper busy and I had no time to finish it. But it’s a little longer to make up for it. I hope you enjoy!

Title: New Tricks for an Old Dog

Pairings: William Regal/Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor/Wheeler Yuta

Ratings/Warnings: Language, Eating Disorders/Disordered Eating

Word Count: 4,849

Summary: For William Regal, there is no getting over Wheeler Yuta.

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

Regal has lost count of how many days he’s been without Yuta, all he knows is that it’s too many.

Jon kept telling him that he’ll get over it, that it’s nothing like losing your husband to cancer, and every time he has Regal has gotten up and walked away from him, in fear that he’ll lash out at him once again. Jon doesn’t seem to understand.

Yuta may not have been his husband, and they may not have known each other for very long at all, but this — losing Yuta hurts. It’s a different kind of hurt, but it’s still a gaping wound in his chest that he can’t seem to close. Yuta was the first person to make him happy, make him really happy, since Tony passed away. Getting a taste of that and losing it, Regal doesn’t know how to get over that. Now when Yuta was like an angel sent by Tony himself, the most perfect little thing that he’s needed this whole time.

Bryan understands, though it doesn’t mean he knows what to do to help. The first few days he hovered around him, bringing him endless cups of tea to his office that went un-drunk while Regal stared at his computer, trying and failing to look over emails and paperwork. Afterwards, when Regal actually started moving around and trying to be more normal, he offered to take him everywhere, offering to accompany him to places, like Regal was going to do something stupid if he wasn’t accompanied by someone.

He gave up in the end, though he still looked at him with those soft, sympathetic eyes every time Regal lingered on the stairs where Yuta left him just a little too long.

He doesn’t move on and he doesn’t get over Yuta, Regal just adapts. He gets used to being alone in his bed every night, gets used to waking up and not having anything to look forward to. He often thinks about not getting up at all, just letting his business partners and employees take care of what needs to be done, but he knows that Bryan would fuss and fuss over him until it drove Regal mad, so he gets himself up every morning and deals with the fact that Yuta’s gone, he’s not coming back, and Regal is a miserable old man without him.

Jon makes it his personal mission to set Regal up with other young men who he thinks he’ll like, professing that none of them are hookers, and none of them are going to steal his money or break his heart. Each time Regal gives him the same stare, tells him that Yuta wasn’t a hooker, that he wasn’t stealing his money, and that he wants absolutely nothing to do with anyone that Jon is trying to set him up with. A couple of times Jon brings them to the house, thinking cornering Regal at home will force him to be polite and entertain the young man, but Regal politely tells them that they’re welcome to stay and enjoy a nice meal, but he’s got work to do, before retreating to his office and not coming out until Jon gives up and tells them to go home.

Regal knows that Jon is trying, that he feels bad about what happened with Yuta, and he’s just trying to make up for it by helping him find someone to replace him. But Yuta can’t be replaced. The same way no one will ever replace Tony, no one could ever replace Yuta. Yuta is different from everyone else he’s ever met. He’s sweet and kind, fiercely independent, knowledgeable and so willing to learn. Regal had never expected to have intellectual conversations with an escort, and maybe that was stereotypical and downright awful of him, because just because someone had a certain job didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be able to hold high brow conversations, but he just — he didn’t expect it. He’d used escorts before, and each time it had been a simple transaction, a dinner, sex in a hotel room, the exchanging of money and then they went their separate ways. It was simple and it was nice, but impersonal. Yuta was, he was completely different. He often had sat between Regal’s legs, fingers trailing along Regal’s stomach as he told him all about his childhood hobbies, about the world he’d managed to see before he left home to make it on his own, about politics and what he wished the world would do better at. Regal had been, and still is, fascinated by him. He couldn’t understand why Yuta wasn’t doing better in life. He was so driven, he worked so hard, he was so clever and full of sunshine. Yet he worked a minimum wage job while up to his eyeballs in debt. For a time he had to sell himself.

Regal could possibly be biassed, but he blames Yuta’s boyfriend. From the small bits Yuta had told him about the two of them, they met when Yuta moved to the city. Chuck took care of him. But Regal knows that must have stopped at some point, because Yuta isn’t well looked after at all. He only started eating right when he met Regal, only started filling out more when he didn’t have to eat scraps. He desperately hopes that Yuta kept his promise to him and is looking after himself.

He couldn’t help but make one final gesture to help him, though. When he decided to pay Yuta’s debt off, he’d simply deposited a large sum of money into Yuta’s account, hoping that his love would accept it, as one final parting gift.

The deposit bounced right back. It wouldn’t go through, and even though Regal tried a few more times, it wouldn’t go through. So Regal called up the apartment block that he’d dropped Yuta in front of so many nights and found out the landlord for Yuta’s apartment. It took a little while, seeing as Regal didn’t know the apartment number, but he got there in the end, and as soon as he did he called the landlord and told him he was paying off Wheeler Yuta’s debt. The landlord only accepted a check, so he wrote one out and mailed it with priority so that it got to him the next day. The money went out of his bank account the day after he mailed the check and it made him feel better, so much better, knowing that Yuta’s debt had been taken care of.

He waited for a phone call or a text from him, even if only to be shouted at for what he’d done, but one never came.

Regal misses Yuta so, so much. He misses that sweet, sweet laugh, that beautiful smile that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle up. He misses the way Yuta would sink into the seat of his car when Regal would put the seat warmer on. He misses the way his body looked when he’d go to the bathroom multiple times on their nights, complaining about a small bladder, all naked with flushed golden skin, glinting with a thin layer of sweat from their activities.

He’s been to Tony’s grave more than usual. Part of him feels bad that his heartbreak over someone else makes him visit him more than he did before, but visiting Tony brings him peace that he needs so badly right now. He sits on his hunches so long one day that Nyla, the florist across the street from the cemetery, brings him a little stool, worrying about his knees. When he returns it to her he buys her biggest, most expensive bouquet. He thinks about having it sent to Yuta, wanting to brighten his day, but respects his final wishes of not contacting him, and seeing as he already paid the debt off, he decides not to push it. He leaves the flowers with her, thanking Nyla for her kindness.

On his visits to Tony he tells him all about Yuta, their story from start to finish, how he thinks that he sent him, an angel from an angel. He asks why he’s been taken away from him, why his angel doesn’t want him anymore.

Regal so desperately wants the picture of Tony on the headstone to talk, for his mouth to move and say don’t worry, I’ll be home soon, because Tony always used to tell him that, when he was away in meetings trying to get more funding for the YMCA. He wants Tony home and he wants Yuta to come home but he can’t have either, and he feels so, so wronged by life.

He knows that he did some bad things in his youth. That he went a little crazy when Tony died. But he’s not a bad person, or at least he doesn’t think he is, but either way, he doesn’t know whether he deserves to lose both of his loves.

The worst of it all is that he knows he could look after Yuta. He knows he could give him a good life, the life that he’s so desperately trying to fight for. He could. But Yuta feels a loyalty to Chuck, or maybe he loves him enough to kill himself to stay with him rather than leave him to have the life he wants, the life he deserves.

Regal wishes he’d had more chance to talk to Yuta, to change his mind. He left so quickly that night, after they’d just made love, the most amazing sex they’d ever had, that made Regal think that yeah, he could ask Yuta to stay and he would. That Yuta felt the way he did. But then Yuta was pushing him away, telling him that he couldn’t do it anymore, that they were never supposed to end up like that.

No, maybe they weren’t. Regal hadn’t exactly been looking for a partner, he had simply been looking for company on the long lonely nights. But Yuta had become so, so much more to him, entirely by accident. Was that so wrong? That things had panned out differently than they had intended? To Regal, no, but clearly to Yuta it was. He was so upset, shoving himself into his clothes, leaving Regal in a fit of despair.

He still has the suit Yuta had left in a pile on his bedroom floor hanging up in his closet. He can’t even say it smells like Yuta, because the cologne he’d been wearing the night of the charity gala was Regal’s, the faintest hint of the body wash he’d used was also Regal’s. It just smelt like Regal. Only the image of Yuta wearing it in his head remained.

He wishes he had more of him to hold onto, more than just the memories in his head. He wishes he had something to hold at night, as sad as it may be.

“Old man, are you listening to a word I’m saying?” Jon says, voice cutting through Regal’s thoughts. He’s been staring at the newspaper in his hand for a good ten minutes now, not taking in any words or anything.

“I may have zoned out for a minute, mind repeating yourself?”

Jon rolls his eyes, stuffing the end of his sandwich into his mouth. “I said, there’s a guy at the gym, tall, lanky, pretty. You’d like him, he’s British.”

“Sounds wonderful, Jon.”

“Yeah. You should meet him. He’s your type.”

Ah, so that’s what Jon means. He wants Regal to date this guy.

“His names Zack, he can fight, and he’s a total money hater, so he won’t—“

“Darling, I don’t care. I won’t be dating anyone, as we’ve discussed before.”

“Regal, come on, you have to move on—“

Bryan’s phone interrupts their conversation, coming to life loudly in his pocket. Regal’s not a huge fan of the boys answering their phones at the table, but they’ve all pretty much finished eating, so he allows it.

“Hey baby.”

Regal flicks his paper, trying to get his eyes to settle back on the words so he can continue reading.

“He’s what? What happened?”

Regal looks away from the paper and looks to Bryan, intrigued. It must be Daniel, because Bryan doesn’t call anyone else pet names, but it isn’t like him to call Bryan in distress.

“Yeah, okay, okay babe I’ll tell him. Want me to come get you?”

Regal raises his eyebrows. He suddenly gets a sick feeling in his stomach, and he folds the paper up and puts it on the table.

“Yeah, okay, be there soon. You too babe, bye.” Bryan puts the phone down and before he can even say anything, Regal knows something has happened with the way that he turns to look at him.

“Bryan?”

“Yuta’s in the hospital. He collapsed at work.”

Regal feels his blood run cold at the words. Yuta’s in the hospital. Yuta collapsed. His chair screeches loudly against the wood of the floor as he quickly pushes himself away from the table. He doesn’t even need to think, he can’t think, he’s going to the hospital, he’s going to see Yuta. He needs to know he’s okay, he needs to be there for him.

“I’ll drive you, Daniel wants me to pick him up.” Bryan’s saying, pushing himself away from the table too. Regal’s head is screeching, like an alarm going off and he can’t stop it. Yuta’s hurt. Yuta is hurt.

“Wait, hold on a minute. What if he doesn’t want you there?” Jon says. He’s standing up too, but Regal knows he’s not coming with them.

“Then he’ll tell me that when I get there, Jonathon. But the person that I love is in the hospital, and if you think I’m not going to see him just because you have something against escorts then you are sorely mistaken.”

“He don’t want you, Regal. He broke up with you. You know you have to move in and get over at him at some point, it’s been months.”

Regal looks at Jon and shakes his head. “There’s just no getting over him.”

Bryan ushers him out of the door and towards his car.

“What did he say? Did he tell you what happened?” Regal asks Bryan as he hurriedly buckles himself into the front seat of his car.

“He said he didn’t see it happen, but he went to see Yuta at work today and they told him that he collapsed yesterday and he went right to the hospital when he found out. He said his face is all bruised and his hands burnt and they’re keeping him in for a while. He said he’s not in good shape.”

“Oh heavens, my boy. He hasn’t been looking after himself. How did he end up with a burn? If he collapsed at work?”

“Daniel didn’t say, he just wanted me to tell you.”

“Thank you, tell Daniel thank you when you see him.”

The drive to the hospital doesn’t take very long, it’s only a few minutes away and they manage to get through the afternoon traffic pretty easily.

It’s a big hospital, the one that Regal used to come to nearly every day when Tony was going through his treatments, and then it all came to an end when they realised it wasn’t working, and Tony chose to spend the last of his time at home, where he felt he belonged.

Daniel is waiting outside of the hospital entrance, scrolling on his phone, but he looks up when they approach.

“Hey, baby.” Bryan says to him, taking him into his arms.

“Yeah. He’s okay, just, kind of went into autopilot getting here and finding him. He’s in room twenty eight, on floor two, ward seventeen.”

Regal squeezes his shoulder. “Thank you, darling. Bryan will take you home, I’ll take care of our Wheeler, I promise.”

Daniel smiles at him, he’s a soft little thing and Regal can see why Bryan likes him. “I know you will, that’s why I called. Chuck’s not… he doesn’t…”

“I know, Daniel, I know. And I’m sorry that I allowed him to slip through my fingers when I never should have, I’m sorry.”

“Just take care of him now, he really needs it.”

Regal squeezes his shoulder again, and then he’s leaving them to go back home, and he’s speed walking into the hospital, navigating it with ease as he remembers doing it so many years ago. He takes the stairs because he can’t wait for the elevator, pushing through all the stairs until he gets onto the second floor. He finds ward seventeen, breezing past the nurses desk until he gets to room twenty eight, the room Daniel said was Yuta’s, and he knocks on the door lightly before opening it.

Yuta is lying in the hospital bed, dressed in the flimsy hospital gown that is way too big for him, his hand and wrist bandaged, and his pretty, beautiful face is bruised on one side, stitches in his eyebrow. He looks awful. Skinny, pale, bruised and sad. But his eyes light up when he looks up and sees Regal.

“William…”

“Oh darling… what happened to you?”

He takes a seat next to Yuta’s bed, notably empty with no Chuck around, and takes Yuta’s hand, being careful not to hurt the bandages.

“I passed out at work. I was steaming some milk, and everything just kind of went all fuzzy and loud and then I woke up in the back of an ambulance. They said I’m malnourished, and have a concussion, so they’re keeping me in for observation.”

“My love…”

Yuta drops his head, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I tried to look after myself, I really did. Things just got so hard, we had a flood, and we lost everything, and Chuck used our money to buy a playstation. I had to get another job.”

“Where is he?”

“Home, he’s getting me some clothes and my toothbrush and stuff. He said he was coming back later.”

Regal kind of feels excited about the fact that he’s finally going to meet Yuta’s good-for-nothing boyfriend. That he’s going to tell him how lousy he is for not looking after Yuta properly.

“Have you eaten?”

“I’m on a meal plan here for a few days. Three meals a day plus snacks and those protein drinks they give the elderly.”

Regal nods. He’d like to speak to the doctor if he can, Yuta deserves better than hospital food, and he knows Claudio can make whatever they’re giving him better. He’ll call Bryan in a bit and get him to bring some extra stuff.

He feels Yuta’s fingers twitch against his hand. “What are you doing here?” Yuta whispers.

Regal smiles, “Darling, do you really think I’d hear you’re in hospital and not come to see you?”

“How did you…”

“Daniel. He called Bryan and told him to tell me, we drove straight here.”

“Of course he did, he was giving me an earful about Chuck while he was here just.”

“My love… whatever he said he was probably right,” Regal says, and when Yuta opens his mouth to object he shakes his head, lifting a hand to gently touch Yuta’s face, where his skin is mottled with bruises, pale and tired. “I’m not saying this as a jealous man, Wheeler. I’m saying this as someone who cares very deeply for you. You are being taken advantage of. Whether he knows it or not, he’s taking advantage of how much you care about him and his dreams by sitting at home doing nothing while you work yourself to death, almost literally to death, just to be able to afford to live.” He says, shaking his head.

Regal kisses Yuta’s bandaged hand. “What’s been happening, love? I thought I’d helped a little when I paid off your rental debt.”

Yuta crumbles and begins to cry. It breaks Regal’s heart, and he quickly pulls out the handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Yuta’s eyes.

“The landlord took the money. I called up to pay my rent and he just laughed at me. He used it for his own debt. He used the insurance money for the burst pipe to pay off some of the debt, so we didn’t have any help with refurbishing the apartment after everything was ruined. Chuck’s friend gave us a couch, and I wanted to use what little money we had left over from me working the street to get a fridge. He wanted to use it to buy a set up. He brought the set up while I was at work. Then the landlord took the money you sent. We were fucking broke again and we didn’t even have a working fridge and the beds fucking damp and rotting. There’s watermarks everywhere. I had to get another job, almost went back to the street but I ended up as a dishwasher in a Chinese restaurant. I guess it was just too much. I’ve missed you so much.” Yuta says in between his crying. He clings onto Regal’s hand, clearly on enough pain medication that his hand doesn’t seem to bother him.

“I was working yesterday, steaming milk, and I thought I heard your voice. I thought you’d come into the shop and I just, I looked back too quickly I guess, the next thing I know my face was hitting off the metal counter and I was on the floor. The steamed milk burnt my hand.”

Regal keeps gently wiping Yuta’s eyes. “Wheeler, why didn’t you call me, petal? I would have sent more money to pay off the rent. I would have refurbished the apartment. You didn’t need to suffer like that.”

“I couldn’t, William. I was too embarrassed. I told you I could look after myself, I told you that Chuck and I would get through it. How could I call you and say that actually I was wrong? After what I said that night? I’d made my decision. I don’t deserve you, William.”

Regal shakes his head again, smoothing his thumb over Yuta’s bandaged knuckles. “Rubbish, darling. No matter when or how you called me, I’d have been there. I’d give you absolutely anything you needed or desired, because you do deserve it. You deserve the world. You’re the most wonderful, sweet, kind, hard working young man I have ever met. Even if you still don’t want this old man, I want to take care of you. I don’t want you working yourself to death anymore, dear.”

“I want you.” Yuta whispers. He sits up in bed a little more, leaning over to press his forehead against Regal’s. “I’ve missed you more than I’ve missed anyone in my whole life. I’ve spent the last few months missing you, comparing every single second I spent without you to the seconds I spent with you. I loved Chuck. I did. And I care about him, even though he makes terrible decisions I still care about him. But I can’t… I’ve been so miserable without you.”

“Then my love, how about we stop being so miserable? I know we didn’t start in the most wonderful of ways. I really showed myself up by paying a young beautiful man to sleep with me, but Wheeler I can promise you that I can love you and look after you and make you happy despite that. I’d like you to be mine, if you’d have me.”

Yuta let’s out a wet little noise and nods, a tear rolling down his cheeks. “Every and any day, William, you’re my light and it’s been so dark… I’m sorry for—“

“Oh no, darling, you don’t need to start with all that. I was wrong for asking you to stay so quickly, I hadn’t even told you how I felt, and Jon had been awful to you. He told me that he approached you that night. I’m sorry love, you shouldn’t have been subjected to that. I gave him a good what for, I promise you.”

“I turned him down. I couldn’t — even if the money had been good. I realised I didn’t want to sleep with anyone but you. And that… scared me. Because of Chuck. I realised I’d fallen for you, that I’d let it go too far.” Wheeler says softly, keeping his forehead pressed against Regal’s.

“I think I fell for you the moment I met you, Wheeler. You really are the most wonderful little thing. I should have spoken to you sooner, I was being a fool.”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference. I felt like I should be loyal to Chuck. No matter how I felt for you, because it was a work thing… I felt like I had to choose Chuck. But it’s not been the same with him since I met you. I’ll have to talk to him… but I want to be with you.”

“And I with you, my love. But rest for now. You can talk with Chuck when you feel up to it, for now darling you need to rest. I’ll stay for a little while, then I’ll see if I can find a doctor. They might have you on a meal plan but I am far too familiar with hospital food. I’d rather get you on a Claudio meal plan that would be more beneficial to you. I’ll get everything sorted for you, Wheeler. Please, rest for me.”

Yuta has a few moments of trying to fight it, telling Regal he’s okay, really, but Regal can see how tired he is, months and months worth of exhaustion sitting heavy on him. He relents in the end, laying back down against the bed but keeping a hand in Regal’s. He doesn’t mind one bit, he’s more than happy to hold Yuta’s little hand while he watches him fall asleep.

Regal makes a few phone calls while Yuta dozes, one to his own doctor, to get them ready and on stand by to monitor Yuta when he gets out of hospital, one to Claudio, to start thinking up dishes that are going to be good for someone suffering from malnutrition, and one to Bryan, asking him to get someone to bring his car up to the hospital.

A nurse comes in to check something, waking Yuta up with her picking and prodding. He’s completely adorable, all big soft eyes looking around the room like he’s wondering where he is, until they land on Regal and a smile stretches across his face. That makes Regal feel all warm inside.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little better. I know I shouldn’t but… it’s nice just to be able to lay here and sleep. I feel like I haven’t slept like this in so long.” Yuta admits.

“You don’t ever have to work yourself like that again, love, I won’t ever tell you what you should do with your life, but you’ll never need two jobs again.”

Yuta’s mouth opens to respond, but then the door is clicking, and when Regal turns, about to ask the nurse why she must keep prodding poor Yuta when she only just did it, his eyes fall upon a very tall, broad shouldered man. His hair is dark, growing out over his forehead and almost covering his eyes, a dark smattering of facial hair across his jaw. He’s wearing a football vest and grey sweatpants, a stain of grease on the thigh. Regal knows who it is straight away.

“Chuck.” Yuta breathes out, sitting up. His hand slips out of Regal’s, but Chuck’s eyes have already seen it, and he’s looking at Regal like he’s got three heads.

“Who’s this?”

Yuta physically winces, and Regal suddenly feels very protective, like he wants to stand in between Chuck and Yuta and not let him near him.

“I…”

“Would you like me to stay, Wheeler? Because I can. But I can make myself scarce, if you feel that would be better.” Regal says in a quiet voice, ignoring Chuck who’s standing in the doorway. He wants to lean over and kiss that scared look away from Yuta’s face, but he knows that wouldn’t be fair, not to Chuck and definitely not to Yuta, who would deal with the fall out.

“Could you give us a little bit of time? I need to do this alone but, I’ll, I’ll need you afterwards.” Yuta whispers, and Regal nods.

“Of course. I’m going to see if I can find the doctor, talk to him about your meal plan. And I’ll speak to the admin about the fees. I’ll have it taken care of.”

Regal stands, fighting the urge to kiss Yuta’s forehead and instead squeezing his uninjured hand, before stepping away from the bed and towards the door.

“Who the hell are you?” Chuck shoulder checks him on his way past, and Regal bites back every single clever and witty retort he can think of, in favour of not upsetting Yuta, and, with his most dazzling and daring smile, simply says,

“I’m William Regal, the pleasure, Chuck Taylor, is all mine.”

[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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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.

General Taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @plentyoffandoms @1dluver13xx @sunshinevirus @wwenhlimagines @crowleysqueenofhell

Eddie Kingston Taglist: @sheinthatfandom

A/N: If you want to be added to the taglist, feel free to ask, message, or let me know in a comment!

[sheinthatfandom]

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!

Biiiiiiiiiitch!!!! Omfg!!!!!! And he actually has a nice tongue (not penta flexible but it was nicely shaped like SIR!!!!! )

Okay okay I realize it’s cheap and crappy to record straight off my tv like this but OMFG LOOK AT THIS SHIT STIRRER!!!

FIRAT OFF SIR WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO TAP ON GARCIA!!!??????

SECOND THAT TONGUE!!!! THAT 👅 AHHHHHHHHHH

FERAL!!!!!!!!!!!

@whorehausen DO YOU SEE THIS!!!!!

[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