Summary: after an off screen disagreement Daniel goes MIA and it brings you some revelations
Note: technically this is a mob au but I only mention it once or so. I wrote this on the app so no spell check was run through this sorry for any mistakes.
You lost the count on the many times Daniel came to you to lick his wounds. He had a habit of getting into bloody messes and even when he won most of them, he still sought out your comfort.
Even though he was a grown man in the mob he wanted your support. He knew he could count on you when times got rough.
So where was he tonight?
"Angelo, I haven't seen him," you told the tired man standing in front of you at the bar. "He hasn't come in since last night, when I kicked him out for fighting with one of our customers," you explained to the man who Daniel considered almost a father.
Angelo sighed and nodded his head as he took out his phone to shoot a quick text to his partner who was also looking for Danny an hour ago.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing," Angelo shook his head. He didn't want to worry you.
"Angelo," you insisted. "Did something happen to Danny?"
He stared at you for a second then gave you a soft smile. "I'm sure he's fine but we kind of worry about him anyway. He's got a lot on his plate lately. That's why I thought he came to you."
"No, he hasn't." You anxiously played with the rag in your hands. "I kind of told him off the other day so he might be a little pissed at me."
It really wasn't a big deal. Some asshole customer was being rude and you were handling it yourself. But as always Daniel had to step in all macho-like and protect his "girl" when you could take care of it just fine.
You pushed him into the back of the bar to the outside alley and gave him a piece of your mind. That was the last time you saw him and you were feeling guilty since then. Especially now that he was missing.
Daniel wouldn't just leave without telling Angelo or Daddy Magic where he was going. Something must have happened to him and you wouldn't live with yourself if he was hurt somewhere or worse, dead.
"Let me know if you hear about him, okay?" Angelo brought you out of your thoughts by placing a hand on your arm. "It's not safe for him to be out and about by himself."
"Yeah," you nodded. "I will."
You took a break then and went to the back to call Danny. Maybe he'd answer your call and even if he told you to fuck off then at least you'd know he's safe. But Daniel didn't answer so you left him a message.
"Hey Danny, I guess you're still mad at me, but at least call back your Angelo and Matt. They've been looking for you and are worried. I'm kind of worried too, so at least let us know you're okay..I-um, bye."
With that you went back to work but checked your phone all night waiting for a response from Daniel. But nothing came through.
When you came back to your apartment at 3am you were dead tired. You moved through your small apartment throwing your hoodie on the stool by the kitchen and leaving your purse on the table as you pulled off the band off your hair, letting it loose and going to your sofa to crash.
Suddenly you heard a grunt and you flew off the couch. Grabbing one of the knick knacks you had around you aimed it at whoever was inside your home and screamed for them to get out.
"It's me!" You heard as the lamp turned on and you saw Daniel holding his arm out to stop you from throwing more things at him.
"What are you doing here?" You screamed. The man almost gave you a heart attack.
Daniel's expression turned sheepish. "I thought you wanted to see me."
"Not like this!" You shouted, feeling exasperated by him.
"Sorry, I guess I'll just go," he said, and turned with his head down to leave.
"No, Danny wait," you stepped closer to him. "Where have you been?"
Daniel looked anywhere but at you and you found it odd.
"Just out, thinking," he shrugged.
"Out thinking?" You murmured.
"Yeah."
Daniel didn't expect the smack to his shoulder or for you to screech out, "Thinking!"
"Ah, why are you hitting me?" He leaned back and you smacked him one last time before turning away and sighing.
"You're an idiot."
"Yeah, you've told me," he replied, in a resigned voice as he went to leave.
"No, you don't get it!"
Daniel turned to look at you in surprise at your outburst.
"You just go out and do what you want. Go missing for days! And come back here like everything is cool when we all thought you could be dead in a ditch somewhere!"
Your arms fell back at your sides and you watched his surprised face with watery eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you guys were so worried. My phone died and I thought you needed some space," he explained as he got closer.
He rested his hand on your waist and pulled you into one of his classic hugs that you melted into.
"I'm sorry too," you said into his chest. The sound coming out a bit muffled and you felt the vibration in his chest as he chuckled. You leaned your head back to look at him. "I shouldn't have treated you like I did the other day."
Daniel shook his head and let out a soft sigh.
"I know you don't like it when I interfere, but I don't like seeing others overstep their boundaries with you. They should know that I'm always there for you like you've been there for me too."
You were looking up at him with sleepy eyes. Despite the little light in the room you managed to see the five o'clock shadow on his face and he tired lines on his face.
"You want them to know I'm yours." It wasn't a question, you knew he did.
Daniel was possessive, not in a toxic way, but he was a mobster. If he didn't claim what was his then others would approach as if it was theirs for the taking. And he didn't want you to be collateral damage when he could protect you.
Somehow you always thought of that as ownership of you. That if you let him do that then you would always belong to him. You didn't want to be his property. You wanted to be his partner.
"And I'm yours too," Daniel responded, looking into your eyes. "You know that right?"
"I realized that now," you replied softly.
Daniel slowly leaned his head lower and lingered close to your lips.
"Do I have to show you?" He asked, huskily.
You cracked a knowing smirk, "Calm down tiger, we still have to talk about where you've been," you pressed on his chest to push him back. "And take a shower. It's been a long 24 hours."
You tugged the zipper of his jacket down and pushed it off of him as he stumbled back with a smirk on his face as you led him toward the bathroom.
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Daniel Garcia x Fem Black Reader | 18+ only, nsfw, implied smut, and cheating | ~500 words
a/n: Found this this lil story in my drafts and I figured I'd share for WIP Wednesday! Thanks for the tag, @afterdarkprincess. 💞
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"So we're friends? That's all it's gonna be, right?" Danny asked as he sat in his chair at his desk, across from his bed where I sat. He'd asked me that at least five times in the last hour like he expected my answer to change. But I wouldn't let our hangout sesh—a routine we've managed for a couple years now—unravel into something that wasn't movies and talking shit and laughing. Didn't matter what he thought I would say.
"Yep. That's all. So stop flirting with me." I got up to use the bathroom and truthfully...clean up a little. How he'd been staring at me with those pretty, brown eyes and licking those cute, pink lips had me hot and bothered. But that was none of his business.
Because yeah, I was attracted to him. Had been since I met him. But no, I wouldn't cross that line with him. Not when he had a girlfriend since I met him, too.
Yet as I passed by him, he gently grabbed my wrist to stop me. We locked eyes before he pulled me to him and I stood between his thighs spread wide. I wondered how comfortable his lap would be to sit on before he caught my gaze and tugged me down until I sat on him like he could read my mind. God, he was annoying...and cozy.
"Friends can sit like this, right?" Danny asked as he cradled me to his chest and buried his nose in my hair. His warm breath breezing through my scalp and fingers slipping along my waist made me hot all over again. I slipped my hands onto his chest to put a little space between us, but he saw through it and leaned closer, pressing his soft lips to my neck for a quick kiss that made me wetter than I cared to admit. I wouldn't admit it.
"Jesus, Danny. Why you gotta make this shit difficult?" I asked him back and tried to sit up to get up, but he helped me straddle him instead. We avoided touching for so long and now that he had me like this, I couldn't find a better excuse to move. His lap was comfortable...and warm...and bulging..."You dead wrong for this."
He shrugged and slowly rubbed his hands up and down my back. It sent a tingle through me that I know he felt because he smiled. I planted mine on his chest again and leaned in close to his face, wanting to tease him as he did me, with my lips almost on his as I whispered, "Did you forget we're just friends 'cause you said so? 'Cause you wanted to be good?"
Danny sucked his teeth slightly and rolled his eyes before his hands rubbed down to my ass and squeezed, his lips pressing onto mine for another surprise, quick, and delicious kiss as if to prove to me he remembered and didn't mind being bad...
I was ashamed of the tiny moan it yanked out of me, but Danny simply grinned as he squeezed me in his palms again, his fingers gripping awfully close to where he had me making a mess, and whispered back, "Just tell me this. You gon' let me eat this pussy...as a friend?"
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Just Friends
Thanks for reading! I know you've probably read something similar a hundred times but y'all already know...Danny does something to me. 😭🥵
As he stared at your texts, Daniel didn’t know what to do from here. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard he tried to get out of his head, his thoughts kept running back to the way you smile at him when you greet him, the time you’d given him a kiss on the cheek after he won his match against Lee, the lingering hugs you gave him when you saw him every week. It was becoming a problem, one that Daniel hadn’t foreseen happening.
Daniel didn’t need problems. He was busy enough, wrestling many times a week, he didn’t have time to think about you, or what you were doing. And yet you stubbornly refused to leave his mind, the star of many of his daydreams and it was getting annoying. You texted him a lot, and Daniel wanted to seem more laid back, take longer to respond to you, but he often found himself replying to you almost instantly. He liked talking to you, he just didn’t understand the way it tugged on his heartstrings whenever you messaged him.
During Dynamite, Daniel tried to hide from you, tried to avoid you since he couldn’t figure out what exactly was going on in his head, and in his heart, and why he was feeling so drawn to you. But the second he saw you chatting with Rebel, Jamie, and Britt, he found himself calling you over with a smile on his face. And he internally cursed at himself, but as you approached him, his cheeks turned pink and he couldn’t even help it.
“Hey!” You greeted him with a grin, throwing your arms around his waist. Daniel’s arms came around your shoulders as you pressed your head against his chest, your way of hiding the smile on your face. Daniel could feel his heart racing when you pulled back, friendly smile still coating your face.
“It’s good to see you,” he said with a smile, instantly regretting it, wishing he could’ve kept it to himself.
You blushed, “Aww, are you finally admitting you like my company?”
Daniel rolled his eyes as you poked his side, “It could be worse.”
“Wow, well thank you for tolerating me, Death!”
“Are you going out after the show tonight?” He found himself asking. He didn’t know why did, he didn’t care, he shouldn’t care!
“Yeah! Are you?”
He played it off with a shrug, “Maybe.”
“Maybe,” you mocked his deep tone, “C’mon am I gonna have to put up with everyone all by myself?”
“Am I gonna have to put up with everyone else just to please you?”
“You’re coming tonight, Garcia. I hope I’m worth it!”
And it just slipped out, “You always are.”
At first he regretted it, seeing the shocked look on your face, but the second he saw the way your eyes lit up, his worries had faded. You grinned at him, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. Daniel groaned, pretending to be annoyed by it, but you could tell he was blushing, and biting his lip to hide his smile.
“You’re secretly the sweetest, Daniel. I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he choked out, and you smiled at him once more before leaving to get ready for your match.
And you saw him later that night, a lot of the AEW roster was hanging out together, but you chose to stick near Daniel until eventually your social meter ran out, and you asked him if he wanted to head back to the hotel with you. You noticed the way he blushed when you said that, but you chose not to say anything about it.
Daniel was a gentleman, walking you right to your door, and you thanked him with a hug and a smile. You loved hugging him, the way his arms came around you like he didn’t want to let go. You were slowly getting Daniel to open up to you, which had been your goal since you met him. You’ve had quite the crush on him, and finally it felt like you were getting somewhere.
As you pulled away, you whispered “Goodnight” to him, taking a step back. As you turned to enter your hotel room, Daniel grabbed your arm, forcing you to face him. His other hand cupped your cheek, bringing you towards him as he leaned down to kiss you. You felt your heart race as you kissed him back, moving your hands to his sides to pull his body right against yours. You just about melted into him, the fire behind his kiss had you wanting more, and you had to ball your fists to stop yourself. He pulled away slowly, reluctantly letting go of you. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face, wide as he mirrored your expression.
Grabbing his hand, you pulled him towards you again, and he smirked as you leaned in to kiss him. Daniel kissed you back eagerly, hands moving to your hips. You wanted so much more, your hips moving against his thigh, making you whimper at the friction. Daniel groaned into the kiss, hands tightening on your hips as he helped you move on him. He let out a strained moan as he pulled away again, taking a step back, hoping you wouldn’t look down at his jeans and notice the effect you had on him.
“Goodnight,” he said with a smile, and you wondered how you were supposed to recover from that.
As Daniel walked back to his hotel room, the bliss he felt from kissing you soon faded into frustration and regret. He didn’t have time to go around kissing people, he didn’t have time to get himself wrapped up into you, but damn if you didn’t have a hold on him. He groaned as he entered his hotel room, immediately collapsing onto the bed.
“Why did I just do that?” He asked himself, mistaking the butterflies in his stomach for pain. He wanted to, he really did want to, but he needed to be focus on his career, not on you. He could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket and he sighed heavily before reaching to check it.
You: we should do that again sometime :)
Daniel smiled, his fingers reacting before the rest of his brain did, and he typed out “Nothing would make me happier” in response. As he was about to send it, he panicked, pressing on settings and promptly blocking you.
“AEW Championship would make me happier,” he said to remind himself, “Stay focused.”
When you didn’t receive a response, you assumed he just passed out early to bed, not thinking much of it. But on Thursday morning, he still hadn’t replied to you, and it was started to make you frown. Was he ignoring you? Or was he just not checking his phone? You knew he was flying home, so maybe he was preoccupied with traveling. Too nervous to double text him, you decided you’d let him reply whenever he was ready. You didn’t want to push it.
When he didn’t respond all day, you laid in your bed at night, pouting, wondering what had gone wrong. You’re honest with your feelings, and not scared of communicating, so you called him, wanting to talk about it. When the call didn’t even rang, you realized you’d been blocked.
Oh.
Your frown was deep as you opened up Twitter, only to find out that you were blocked on there too. You scoffed when you opened up Instagram, and you were blocked from his account.
What had you done wrong?
He was the one who kissed you, and judging by the way his whole face lit up afterwards, he must’ve enjoyed it. If he didn’t enjoy it, he could’ve at least told you that, instead of blocking you on everything. You’d been friends for a few months now, surely a conversation about it would’ve been enough. Maybe he didn’t like you the way you thought, but why would he bother kissing you if he didn’t?
It was hard to process, the mixed signals were driving you insane and you couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve caused him to block you. It’s not like you were flirty with anyone else, so he couldn’t have been jealous. So why block you? If you were his friend at the very least, why would he block you on everything? Admittedly, it eats away at you. You don’t understand why Daniel suddenly had no desire to talk to you after kissing you.
Daniel misses you during the week, unable to stop thinking about kissing you, and the sweet look you gave him after he pulled away. Blocking you was supposed to give him a sense of clarity, let him focus on training and getting better in the ring, but he couldn’t get you out of his head. He wondered what you were doing, if you’d noticed that you were blocked, if you were thinking about him the way he thought of you…
He felt kind of stupid, but he didn’t unblock you, knowing he had to stay concentrated on his career. You were simply too much of a distraction. A very pretty, ridiculously tempting distraction, and he could not indulge without feeling guilty. But also, he felt really guilty for blocking you too, it wasn’t your fault that he kissed you, and it was clear that you both enjoyed it.
The next week at Dynamite, you were livid, intent on finding Daniel to yell at him. How dare he lead you on one minute and block you the next? How dare he kiss you, make you feel like you’re on the top of the world, and then drop you like you’re nothing? You scoured the halls, trying to find him, but every time you caught a glance at him, he immediately went the opposite direction. Coward.
He couldn’t avoid the fact you might’ve been waiting for him after his match. He knew you weren’t dumb, there’s only one way back to the locker room, so he convinced his dads to help him out. And there you were, waiting for him after they’d won their match, your arms crossed over your chest, a deep scowl on your face. You still looked pretty, even though you were scowling, and Daniel was annoyed at his own thoughts.
“Nothing to see here!” Matt yelled.
“Yeah, move along!” Jeff added.
And as you hopelessly tried to argue with Matt and Jeff, they physically blocked you as Daniel practically ran to the locker room to get changed. You huffed in annoyance when they still didn’t stop harassing you, and it was clear that Daniel hadn’t told them the story.
“Leave our son alone! He doesn’t need his heart broken by you!” Matt yelled at you.
“Then why did he break mine?” You snapped, unable to stop yourself from frowning, “Why would he kiss me if he wasn’t interested? Now I’m blocked and he won’t talk to me.” And they were both silent for a few seconds, and you felt you should apologize, “It’s not your problem, I’m sorry.”
“Room 354. Don’t tell him I told you,” Jeff said. And now you at least had a hotel room. You thanked him, while Matt started to argue with him.
When you got back to the hotel, you weren’t even on the same floor as Daniel. At first, it sunk in, he wanted nothing to do with you anymore, so you just needed to leave him alone. But dammit, you couldn’t get the whole situation out of your mind, and you were so much more hurt than you wanted to admit. You were really falling for Daniel, so for him to just… cut you out like that? So unfair.
Daniel heard the knocks on his door, and he just assumed it was Matt or Jeff, so he forced a smile as he opened the door. His jaw dropped when he saw you in front of him, dried tear-stains down your cheeks. His heart broke to see you so upset, and he just wanted to fight the jerk who hurt you, but he knew he was the one who was guilty.
“Just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it,” you choked out. Hours ago, you were almost willing to fight him, yell at him, call him a jerk, but honestly? You just missed him. You missed him and his company so much and it was killing you.
“Come in,” he said softly, stepping aside so you could enter his hotel room.
“You know, if kissing me was so terrible for you, you could’ve just said that? Instead of blocking me on everything? If you just wanted to be friends I’d understand. All you had to do was say that. And yeah, maybe I’d be a little hurt, but it’s still better than completely cutting me out, and running away from me. What did I do that was so terrible for you?”
Daniel sighed, tilting his head down, “You’re gonna think I’m an idiot.”
“I already do think that.”
“Kay, well, you’re gonna think I’m even more of an idiot. You didn’t do anything wrong, and kissing you was definitely not terrible for me. I panicked, alright? I need to focus on my career, and I can’t do that when you smile at me like that, when you’re hugging me at shows, when you look that damn pretty even when you’re crying… I promised myself I wouldn’t have any distractions. I really like you, a lot, and it scares me. I know I shouldn’t have kissed you, and I’m sorry, I just… I don’t understand the things you’re doing to my heart.”
You looked down, “I wouldn’t be a distraction to you. Look, we both want the same things, right? To be at the top of AEW, to work our asses off and win titles. So, if you really do have feelings for me, why wouldn’t we work together on it? I take my work seriously, Daniel, but that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be happy either. Hell, we could train together, I don’t want to be in your way. But if that’s how you feel, then I get it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”
“I can’t just be friends with you,” he said, making your frown deepen, “Not when I can’t stop thinking about grabbing you and kissing you. I’m really sorry I hurt your feelings, I was scared because I realized how I really felt about you, and I shouldn’t have blocked you like that. I probably don’t deserve another chance, but, I like the idea of us working together towards our goals, and I want to be able to take you out on dates and kiss you and hold you… so, could I please have another chance?”
You couldn’t hide the smile, “You are so lucky you’re so cute, Death. One more chance.”
“I won’t mess this up,” he said, his hand reaching up to cup your chin. He wiped your tears away gently, before leaning in to kiss you once more.
i think they would totally be friends if they ever meet!! they r both outcasts and are called freaks but they can be themselves w each other 😭 also I just realized I forgot to color Alexa's bracelets😬
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