#DannYuta

[dannyuta]

"You had my blood on your hands. But I determined that you don't strike an ounce of fear into my heart whatsoever."

[elementaldoughnut12]

Ok yall I might need your help with scenarios cause I'm writing a dannyuta family au fic where they adopted a child together and the baby is meeting her "grandparents" for the first time and I'm wondering how the following would react to seeing their new granddaughter...

Matt and Angelo (Danny's parents)

Chuck and Orange (Wheeler's 1st set of dads)

Mox and Claudio (Wheeler's 2nd set of dads)

Help would be gladly appreciated!

[wanderingsoul6261]

Gif credit goes to dannyuta

Tyler Owens x Reader

Based On a thought I had

Warnings: I don't think there is any? Maybe a swear word or two? I forgot. Will be a second part to this.

I think I edited it all the way....I think. There is a person or two I need to tag in this, but for some odd reason my phone isn't letting me, so they will be tagged in the comments. Will try to figure it out for future posts.

Y/N was laying on the shared bed in their motel room, the tv playing in the background, a book in her lap as she rested against the headboard. Night had fallen by now and she had expected Tyler to be back from his errands, laying in bed with her as she read her book, legs tangled together and him attempting his nightly ritual of distracting her from said book. It usually almost always worked though, so he didn’t have to try too hard in order to be successful. If there was one thing that Y/N was extra soft for, it was him and his puppy dog demeanor hidden by a large amount of confidence and charisma, not that they weren’t a good look on him, because they were. She had just preferred the Tyler Owens that he turned into behind four walls and a closed door. 

“Darlin’.” She snapped out of her thoughts, head snapping up to look at Tyler, who was standing at the entrance of their motel room. A small smile graced his lips as he looked at her, his eyes and expression soft. He had a boyish grin on his face, feet shuffling in what Y/N could only imagine to be excitement, waiting for her to acknowledge him. 

His eyes shifted down to her book, in which she followed his gaze, her hands already moving to find her book mark, eyes tearing away from him. She marked her page, the book mark, which just happened to be an old gas station receipt, peeked out over the top, and left the book forgotten on the side table next to the bed. 

“What is it, Ty?” She asked. Y/N couldn’t help it when her feet carried her over to him, as he stepped over the threshold of the doorway, meeting her half way, the door still open and letting in the cool night air. His hands found her waist, then slipping around to her back, pulling her against him, lips capturing her own into a slow and sensual kiss. Eyes closed, her arms looping around his neck, while his hands moved from her back to her waist, squeezing gently before they moved to her back again, deft fingers slipping underneath her, his, shirt. 

“Got a surprise downstairs.” He mumbled against her lips, forehead moving to rest against hers, fingers drawing small shapes into the small of her back, pressing a few more chaste kisses to her lips before he pulled back slightly. 

“What kind of surprise?” she asked, fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Tyler clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head slightly. 

“Have to come downstairs with me sweetheart.” 

“I’m barely clothed!” She exclaimed. The look in Tyler’s eyes and the smirk on his face told her that he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Not seeing the issue with that one, but you have a shirt and some shorts on. That will do.” His fingers moved down to tap her butt. 

“But I’m still not as equally dressed as you are.” Tyler let his hands fall from her body, and now she missed it, but watched as he took her in, tilting his head in thought. He was enjoying the view, she could see it clearly in his expression. His eyes snapped up to her, a genuine smile on his face and a shining glint in his eyes. It looked a lot like a look of adoration. 

“Don’t matter to me darlin’. You look gorgeous as always. Now come on, while the night is still young.” He said, beckoning her to follow him, giving her a dopey and love sick smile. Y/N couldn’t help it, matching the look on his face as she reached out for his now extended hand, her soft hands clasping with his calloused one, allowing him to tug her outside the warmth of the motel room and into the cool night air. 

As Tyler pulled her along, almost as if he was a child tugging it’s parent along in a toy or candy store, he couldn’t help but look back at her a few times. Whether he was making sure she was still following, despite her hand being in his own, or if he just wanted to look at her, Y/N couldn’t tell, but she knew that she didn’t mind it. She couldn’t help but look at him as if he hung the stars for her, giving her everything that she could ever possibly want in life. 

Y/N bit her lip as she looked at him, weaving through the cars in the parking lot, letting him tug her towards the red truck they rode into the most brutal of storms. It was there that she saw the surprise. The truck was positioned away from everyone else, across the parking lot and a slight way into the field of weeds, tea lights lining the side of the truck and the down tailgate. Tyler slowed down, watching her with a smile on his face as he allowed her to take in the sight. Pillows and blankets were settled in the bed of the truck, a box of pizza sitting on the tailgate, ready to be eaten. She tugged her hand away from his, moving closer to the scene. 

“It’s been a minute since we had time to ourselves.” Tyler’s voice spoke from behind her, providing a sense of comfort. Y/N turned to look at him, finding him with his hands in his pockets, that same look of adoration back on his face. 

“You came up with this all by yourself?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in amusement as she looked at her boyfriend. A look of feigned hurt came across his face and she couldn’t help but to giggle. 

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked, taking a few slow steps towards her. 

“Dani or Lilly didn’t give you any ideas? You didn’t need to be hyped up by Boone or Dexter?” She asked, a teasing lilt to her voice as Tyler took a few more steps towards her. “Please tell me Ben isn’t going to pop out of the weeds and start taking photos.” Tyler let out a small laugh, the twinkle still in his eyes. 

“No.” He said, a smile on his face as he shook his head. “Its just us darlin’.” He finally stood in front of her, hands settling back on her waist, lifting her up and setting her on the tailgate. Stepping forward to stand between her legs, his hands settled on her cheeks, pulling her in for another slow kiss. The two took their time in the moment, hands on the other's body, movements slow and sensual as they appreciated the moment. Tyler pulled her closer to him, hands on her hips while her own settled on his face, scratching at the stubble on his face, tongues fighting for dominance. 

Y/N was the first to pull away, her breathing heavy as Tyler started to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his breath fanning across her skin, causing her to shiver. A soft sigh of content escaped her lips, before pulling into a pout as he pulled away from her. 

“I have a whole night planned sugar. The best Is always saved for last.” Tyler winked at her, before he climbed into the bed of the truck with her. He grabbed two beers from a small cooler that Y/N hadn't seen until now. As he sat down, his legs spread, motioning for Y/N to sit between them and as she did so, Tyler moved the blanket over her legs, before she settled the box of pizza on her covered lap. 

The pizza box was flipped open And the two bottles had their caps popped off. 

Y/N settled against Tyler's chest, finally taking in the scenery around them as one of his hands moved around her body to snag a piece of pizza. 

“get anything on me and I'll beat you.” She teasingly threatened, her eyes moving to the cute little tea lights, softly illuminating the truck and them with it. 

“Yes ma'am. Understood.” He snickered slightly, voice muffled by the food in his mouth.

“Why the tea lights? Why not actual candles?” She asked.  Tyler's chest vibrated against her back as his other hand came up and settled on her waist, drawing lazy shapes with his fingers. 

“Money and distance. Closest grocery store for candles was an hour away. There was a dollar store like 15 minutes away. grabbed them there. Don't like them?” He asked, the potential for slight hesitancy in his voice as he brought his beer bottle to his mouth and took a drink. 

“No, I love them. It doesn't take away from the moment, I was just curious.”  

“Good.” His lips pressed to her temple and his hand gave her waist a squeeze. “Also a safer bet if things go a bit south, if you know what I mean.” Tyler spoke in a low timber. She slapped his thigh, earning a laugh from him. 

“We are in the wide open Tyler. Anyone could see.” 

“Jus' sayin’ sugar.” 

As time passed, Y/N had her eyes trained on the stars, watching them with intent as Tyler watched her. His eyes were focused solely on her, especially as he finished eating. Watching the side of her face as her lips lifted into small smiles, the way her eyelashes fluttered, the imperfections on her face, everything. Everything about her was beautiful, amazing. Gorgeous and astounding. It didn't matter that she was in one of his white shirts and a pair of short gym shorts. In his eyes, she was perfect, a beautiful comparison to the mightiest of tornadoes, gorgeous and elegant in movement, but in her own small ways, just as destructive. She was a heart stopper. 

And suddenly the black box hidden behind him, felt like a heavy presence, making itself known, begging to pushed into her hands and that all too infamous question to be asked. 

“What are your thoughts about the future?” He asked, the pizza half finished and now forgotten, bottles of beer half drunk as the two continued to rest against each other, basking in the moment of the peace and quiet they were experiencing. 

“Like us? Or in general?” She moved her head slightly so that she could see his face. His face moved to look at her, his facial expression telling her that he had been heavy in his thoughts. 

“Us. In general. Where do you see us. Kids? Marriage? What kind of house do you imagine us in? Will there be dogs? Other pets? Anything.” He almost wanted to ask where she would see herself if something happened to their relationship, but he couldn't bear The thought. It would never happen. They were happy enough as they were that it would never be a concern. 

Y/N tilted her head in thought, letting him lace the fingers of his left hand with her own. 

“I would like kids. Yea. But before that is to happen, I'd prefer to be married.” She said, head tipping again to look at him. Tyler knew that black box was still hiding behind him. “We would make cute kids.” We. Tyler melted at the thought, wanting nothing more to have kids with her. The way she said ‘we’, felt serene, as if maybe for him it was almost too good to be true. “So you are expecting marriage in the future?” He struggled to keep his voice calm. 

“Oh, absolutely.” She stated. His heart leapt to his mouth, wanting to spill everything his heart had to offer to her. Tyler felt relief blossom in his chest. She sounded so sure. Y/N was hoping for a marriage with him. 

“Go on Sugar.” He brought their clasped hands to his lips, pressing a few chaste kisses to her knuckles. 

“We would have the wedding at your parents ranch. The scenery is so beautiful. Oh!” Y/N exclaimed suddenly, catching Tyler by surprise as she twisted around in his lap, legs resting on either side of his waist. He looked up at her, the softest of looks on his face as his hands came down to her thighs, rubbing soothing motions into them, before moving to rest on her lower back. “

“That ranch we've always talked about getting. If we find one, then we can have the wedding there? It would have so much more meaning. The kids could grow up there. Have some livestock animals. Some cows, horses. A pig or two. Chickens.” Tyler let his head rest against the back of the truck, a look of complete and utter adoration and love written across his face. He was drowning in it, and was going to bring her down with him. His hands rubbed gently on her lower back, just listening to her ramble, taking in every word as she said it. He listened as she talked about potential baby names. Names for dogs if they ever got one. Or two. Or three. Tyler listened as she planned the rest of their lives together, and he didn't have an issue with it. 

“And then obviously There's you.” His brow arched and she couldn't help but snicker.

Obviously? Well I obviously hope so.” His fingers slipped underneath his shirt, trailing across her skin. Y/N stared at him now with the same amount of love that was currently shining within his own eye. 

“Marry me.” Y/N stopped, her smile faltered slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. 

What?” 

“Will you marry me? Be my wife. Let me call you my wife.” He said, the words my wife already creating butterflies in his stomach that he couldn't help. 

“Are you serious?” 

“What?” He asked confused. 

“You ask me when I look like this?” Her hair was a slight mess and she was only in pajamas, but Tyler didn't care. He would never care. 

“Sweetheart, I would have asked you if you covered head to toe In mud.” He said, genuinely honest.

Tyler reached behind his back, her eyes moving down to watch the action as he pulled out the black box, flipped it open and revealed the ring. The rose gold band held a soft glow, cast from the various tea lights littered around them. A single diamond sat on top, something simple and calm, and it was all Y/N needed. She didn't need nor want an over complex ring eith too many diamonds, as long as she was happy with who gave it to her. 

Y/N went silent, eyes on the ring and tears welling her eyes, as Tyler’s smile grew wider. 

“Marry me, Y/N. Let me make your dreams come true.” He whispered quietly, hands coming up to wipe the tears away that had rolled down her cheeks. “let me love you like no other in this world has been loved.”

“Who knew the Tyler Owens, Mr. Tornado Wrangler, can be a sap.” She said, chuckling. 

“Only for you darlin’. Now I need an answer.” 

Y/N leaned forward, crashing her lips against his, mumbling yes against his lips, letting it become a mantra as she kissed him. His arms tightened around as she sighed happily against his mouth, and when they finally pulled away and Tyler put the ring on her finger, she gave him a mischievous grin. 

“I think we should consummate this marriage proposal.” Y/N said, already backing off of Tyler and the truck, who scrambled up in an attempt to follow her. 

“I don't think that's a thing but I like the way you think,” and he jumped over the side of the truck, boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud, chasing Y/N towards their motel room, one last grin casted over her shoulder as she disappeared inside. 

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Taglist:

@cevansbab

[catmomjudy]

(gif by @ayo-edebiri)

Because it deserved its own post:

It is now CANON that Buck is oddly familiar with and can recognize Eddie’s Hot Date Cologne.

This feels like it goes into the same category as checking out hot guys’ asses.

(Gif by @dannyuta)

[golden-lovers]

btw to this day the best shower thought I've ever had was my dannyuta fic where daniel sends a dick pic to the wrong number who just so happens to be yuta

[heeleryuta]

every time i think about my dannyuta magnet drawing i laugh so hard like wow i actually drew that shit

[sheinthatfandom]

Dannyuta for the ship bingo!

We got a bingo!!!!

Ask game

[texasdeath]

Daniel asks Wheeler if he's ever played "gay chicken".

Posted a fic! For fucking once!

[loose-cannon-wrestler]

Oh thank god. Thank you for this anon. My boys.

instagram. com/reel/CiOoptrjsa9/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

It’s a little ways in. Jericho is being an ass first

BLESSSSS YOU FOR THIS!

[tatsueigo]

Prompts for fics

I want to write some more. Pic is for attention.

Send me all the prompts you want, I'll get through it as fast as I can. List of whom I may write for:

- BCC (Any combinations of ships)

- Shield

- Daniel Garcia

- DannYuta

- Hangman

- HangMox

- HungBucks

- The Elite

- HookHausen

- Golden Lovers

- basically anyone in NJPW

- Finn Balor

- Bloodline

- Imperium

- Ilja Dragunov

May add more, as I remember others 🤣

[banannabethchase]

Red Winter Warmth

~

Combination of prompts day 4 and 5, because I was cursed with the sleepies yesterday! Day 4: Holiday shopping. Day 5: Testing holiday candles.

~

“I finished all my shopping last week, so I’m not coming with you.”

Yuta throws a Sting action figure at Danny, who catches it out of midair. “Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.” Danny chucks the action figure back. “I have shit to do this weekend.”

“Come on, please?” Yuta, Danny has learned, is not above begging. Or, apparently, letting Sting action figures hit him in the forehead before they drop into his hands. “I need to get stuff for all my aunts and cousins and stuff. Unless you want me to give them these?” He grabs the Bryan Danielson action figure, and Danny all but dives at him.

~

“This is dumb,” Danny says. “It’s loud. And people are –” He’s interrupted by an older lady bodily shoving him into the balcony. Yuta holds his breath as Danny’s phone wobbles in Danny’s hands, but he manages to hold onto it. “People,” Danny says, a little more loudly this time, “are being dicks.”

The lady who bumped him doesn’t respond, but a woman with six Build a Bear boxes and a similar number of children does.

“I find it abhorrent you would use that unChristlike language in public,” she snaps.

“I find it abhorrent I probably suck dick better than you,” Danny spits back. “Probably why you have so many kids.”

Yuta chokes on his Orange Julius.

“Get in the – get in Bath and Body Works,” Yuta hisses, trying not to laugh. “Go. Shove your nose in some, like, Peppermint Princess candle.”

“Hey there!” says the person at the front doors of the store. Yuta is walloped with the smell of seven thousand smells at once. It is less than pleasant. “Welcome to Bath and Body Works. Can I help you with anything?”

“We’re good,” Yuta says. He does his best to sound sunny and normal, and not like Danny who is still grumbling. “My boyfriend needs to buy gifts.”

“You need to buy gifts,” Danny says. He looks. “Don’t drag me into this.” They duck behind some people so Yuta is fully sure the angry lady is gone, and he decides that, now that his nose has gotten used to the sensory onslaught, he may as well check things out.

“Let me know if you like any smells,” Yuta says. “We’re going, like, auntie vibes.”

“Hey, this is cool. I like the red.” He grins. “Check it out.” He holds it up next to his face, the label reading Red Winter Warmth. “It’s like my alter ego.”

“What’s it smell like?” Yuta opens the lid and takes a whiff. It’s cinnamon piney, warm, and Yuta is momentarily struck with the idea of him and Danny on a cozy rug in front of a fireplace with that candle burning, and far fewer clothes than they’re wearing right now.

“Danny, I think I need this candle.” He grabs Danny’s hand and yanks him, still babbling about whatever next candle he picked up and shoved under his nose. He’ll pick one up, put one down, sniff it, and only put it down when they move forward in the next line. He’s going on about the different weird holiday blends – his hatred for Sugar Cookie Spice is verbose and complex – but Yuta doesn’t understand how words work right now. He fumbles with his card so badly purchasing the candle that Danny rolls his eyes and swipes it out of his hand, paying himself.

“What is with you, dude?” Danny asks.

“I need to burn this candle and fuck you with the heat, like, stupidly high.”

Danny, to his credit, just shrugs. “Rad. Alright.”

Sometimes, Yuta decides, Danny is the best boyfriend ever.

[golden-lovers]

16 and 30 <3

biting you gnawing at your arm dangling from your body

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

so. sometimes if the brainrot is too much I won't do any research and go straight into the meat of the fic but usually I do, especially if I'm working on a longer fic. for example I had to do a lot of research for my golden lovers wrestlebang fic bc as a Young person I have practically no knowledge of how social media worked in the mid to late 2000s.

I was researching forum websites in the late 2000s and lets say I. learned a lot about 4chan. much more than I wanted to.

also for my dannyuta dick pic fic (ha) I researched a bunch of expensive alcohol and whiskey for like 20 minutes during class just to write one line of dialogue.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

particularly happy with this bit in my wrestlebag fic:

One day, he sits down on his chair in front of his screaming laptop and looks it up online.

dreamland

All that comes up are a few assorted searches for the Kirby game and a few analysis posts for the Edgar Allan Poe poem.

He tries again.

soulmate dreamland

This time a couple of 4chan results pop up, although Kenny’s not sure if he really wants to click on any of them. He subconsciously glances over his shoulder even though the only thing keeping him company is the half-broken air filter in his house. 

He opens the posts, and sure enough, three cocks are staring at him with a few fucking AR-15s hanging off the wall in the background. Some bots are flooding the post with comments about how this is their “dreamland” and that they’re waiting for their “soulmate to take me there.” Kenny exits the tab pretty quickly.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes.

[banannabethchase]

Tomfoolery and Photos - also on AO3

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Danny and Yuta argue over music and bond over baby pictures.

~

For days 13 and 14 of Damn It December: 13) End of Year music reviews (Spotify, YouTube, Apple music, etc), 14) Baby pictures.

~

“How,” Danny says, staring in disbelief, “is your top artist of 2024 Kesha?!”

“She’s a lyrical genius!” Yuta says, jumping to try and get his phone out of Danny’s hands. “She also made a banger. Joyride is good and you know it.”

“You can’t be talking about this.” Danny dodges Yuta and trips him so he goes sprawling onto the carpet, and Danny presses play on Joyride. “This is polka. This is polka on speed. Or worse. Molly.”

“It’s good!” Yuta says. He scrambles to his feet and dives at Danny, spearing him into the front of the couch. Which is actually a storage drawer.

“Ow!”

“It’s a good song!”

“No, ow being you just speared me into a solid object, you dick.”

Yuta looks over his shoulder. “Oh. Yeah, sorry. There’s, like, a big drawer built in to the couch.” He reaches behind to push the drawer closed and makes the mistake of also trying to grab his phone. One of his other most played songs, something by Itzy, starts blaring, and Danny takes the moment to groan.

“Could you please,” Danny says, “enjoy a single song that isn’t manufactured pop?”

“It’s fun manufactured pop!” Yuta says, batting at Danny’s arm. “Enjoy something for once in your life, you loser!” He reaches out again and loses his balance, falling face first onto the floor and giving Danny the opportunity to throw Yuta the rest of the way off of him. Adding insult to injury, he sits directly on Yuta’s ass.

“Ow,” Yuta mumbles into the carpet. He tries to push up and out of the hold, but the angle is bad and Danny also pushes his shoulders down again.

“What’s in the drawers?” Danny asks. “Oh, shit.”

“No,” Yuta says. He can feel his feeble voice waste away into nothing, but he still bats at what he hopes are Danny’s arms. “Leave it alone!”

“Are these baby pictures?!”

The pressure along Danny’s back lets up, but for the worst possible reason. He can feel Danny lean forward. “Oh my god.”

“Put it back!”

“Nope!” The weight comes back on Yuta’s ass, and Danny must have his feet leveraged around Yuta’s legs because he really can’t move. “Oh my god.”

“Stop saying that!” Yuta yells, turning his head. “Put my baby pictures back.”

“You had a fucking bowl cut,” Danny says. It’s too gleeful. Yuta hates it. “Look at you.” He shoves the photo album half in Yuta’s face. “Look at that dork.”

“You’re being so mean to four year old me,” Yuta says.

“No, I’m being mean to almost thirty year old you.” Danny wiggles the book. “This version of you is cute.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “Let me go?”

“Nah.” He drapes himself across Yuta’s back so they can both see the pictures at the same time. “How old were you here? With the mullet”

“It’s not a – shut up,” Yuta says. “I was eight. And a kid put bubblegum in my hair so I had to cut it out, but I didn’t want it all short. So.”

“So you went with a mullet,” Danny says. “God, you’re fucking weird.”

“Can I get up now?” Yuta pleads. “I mean, if you really care, we can keep looking. I won’t, like, stop you.”

Danny goes quiet and rolls to the side. “What do you mean, if I really care?”

“It’s baby pictures,” Yuta says. “They feel like they’re as much punishment for you as they are for me.”

“I don’t think this is punishment.” Danny pushes in the drawer with his foot and scoots up against the couch. “This is cute. You never show me stuff from when you were little.”

Yuta is…Something. He scoots up closer to Danny. “I didn’t think you’d ever want to see it.”

Danny turns to him. “Yuta, I wake up next to your morning breath and throw your dirty towels at you when you don’t get them into the laundry basket.” He leans his head on Yuta’s shoulder. “If anything is punishment, it’s that, but even then…” He trails off. “I don’t know. It’s you. I want to know all those parts.”

“I forget sometimes that you’re, like,” Yuta puts a hand on Danny’s thigh, “into me or whatever.”

“Part of your charm is that you’re kind of a dumbass sometimes.” He turns his head and kisses Yuta, soft and sweet. “Maybe soon I’ll show you my middle school dance pictures.”

“Can that be my Christmas present?” Yuta says, grinning.

Danny’s expression shifts. “No, I already got your present.” He pauses, then looks away, almost wistfully. “Well. Our present.”

~

Joyride is my number 1 song of 2024, and my husband shares Danny's opinion. They are both wrong.

[banannabethchase]

Can't Do It On My Own - also on AO3

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Danny and Wheeler are moving in together.

~

And here it is! I waffled a lot on whether or not a third installment would happen, but an idea struck me that would be a good ~finale and here we are. Title, as they all were from this series, from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

~

Danny yawns, fidgeting as he tries to get comfortable against the window of the car. He’s been doing this for a few minutes now, a sure sign he’s waking up, and Wheeler decides he can be annoying now.

“Wake up,” Wheeler says, poking at Danny’s thigh.

“No,” Danny whines. “I’m tired.”

“Yeah, well, that’s your decision for waking up later yesterday because the hotel was, what,” Wheeler searches the memory. “Oh, right. Too comfortable.”

“It was too comfortable,” Danny says. He snuggles further into the seat and Wheeler pokes him again. “We should have used it for more interesting reasons.”

Wheeler fights his smile. “I mean, we did. That’s why we had to wake up at, like, six this morning. We have to make up time.”

Danny pouts like hell as he shifts and glares at Wheeler. “You got meaner since you’ve been back on TV.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not driving your car if you’re asleep.” He pats Danny’s thigh. “Wake up and act like you love me.”

“I do love you,” Danny says. “But I’m tired and annoyed and my neck still hurts from MJF’s bullshit.”

Wheeler loses the wherewithal to argue. He lets Danny doze off and changes the playlist to something he likes. They’re driving into Orlando from Buffalo, moving the last few things that didn’t belong in the Pod to their new place about twenty minutes from where Wheeler had been living before. His little Orlando apartment, one bedroom and a cramped kitchen, had served him well in the past few years. But now he and Danny are, like, a serious thing. And he figured it was time to take the next step.

Danny starts snoring again, soft but present, and Wheeler reaches a hand over to rest it on Danny’s thigh. It’s comfortable. It’s natural. Wheeler’s pretty sure this is his dream for what his life would look like, but he’d never say it to Danny. Not yet, at least.

They’re about twenty minutes out when he squeezes Danny’s thigh and shakes gently.

“Danny,” he murmurs, navigating around somebody double parked in the middle of a major road. “Danny, wake up.”

There’s a weird little snuffling sound as Danny shifts.

“Come on, Danny.”

“No,” Danny mumbles. “Tired.”

“I know you’re tired,” Wheeler says, “but if you wake up, we can get coffee.”

Danny opens an eye and glances at Wheeler. “Why are you looking at me? Look at the road.”

“We’re at a stoplight.”

“Get me a macchiato. With chocolate.”

“You’ll be awake to order.”

“Says you.”

Danny is awake, it turns out, but he’s kind of bitchy about being awake, which is cuter than Wheeler wants to admit. He starts to brighten as he sips his coffee, sitting up straighter and looking around the area.

“This is cute,” he muses, in between sips. “I didn’t see the parks when we came here the first time.”

“We came from a different direction,” Wheeler says as they pass a playground with swings.

“Oh, shit, that slide is cool!” Danny lights up as he turns to Wheeler at the stop sign. “Are we close enough we could bring our kids here one day?”

Wheeler stares. And stares. And stares, long enough that a car pulls up behind them and beeps.

“You okay?” Danny asks.

Wheeler nods as he accelerates. “I – just – I kind of had this weird vision of you and I with, like, two kids going to that park and teaching them how to do the swings, is all.” He feels his cheeks heat up, and is worried until Danny grabs his hands.

“I was thinking three,” Danny says quietly, “but yeah. Yeah, me too.”

~

The giant box makes a weird thud as it drops to the floor of their new kitchen. Their kitchen.

“This is weird,” Danny says. He’s got a box propped up on shoulder and looks unfairly good with the way his muscles are bulging. “Why’s the countertop so small? And the sink is tiny.”

“We just bought this place, and you’re complaining?” Wheeler leans against the counter. “You are all kinds of annoying.

Danny drops the box on the ground and hops up on the counter. “I’m just saying.” He automatically parts his knees when Wheeler settles himself between them. He rests his hands on Danny’s thighs.

“What are you saying?” Wheeler asks. He pretends the tiny little voice telling him Danny’s going to back out hasn’t suddenly gotten much louder.

Danny’s gaze flickers to the side. “I don’t want you to change your mind on this place.”

Wheeler stares at him. “What?”

Danny groans and drops his head back, narrowly missing clocking himself on the cabinet. “I don’t know, man, this is a big step and you just fucked up your head, okay? I don’t want you to wake up one day and your stupid brain is, like, turbo healed and you regret this decision.” He takes a breath like he’s steadying himself. “This is a really big step. But, like, the first big step in a long list of big steps we could take.”

“You – you’re worried about the counters because you think I’m worried about the counters?” Wheeler’s brain is spinning. “We could, I don’t know, fucking tear this place down and remake it with whatever counters we want.”

Finally, Danny meets his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Stop acting like I’m not as in this as you are,” Wheeler demands. He steps in closer, hands on Danny’s waist. “I want this because I want you, not for any other reason.”

Danny licks his lips, hesitant, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop or for Wheeler to give some sort of condition. Wheeler hates the way it looks on him – hesitant, worried, insecure. It’s the Danny he’s grown out of, the one whose greatest talent was self-sabotage. Wheeler loved both versions, but the newest one needs to stick.

Danny leans in, angle awkward as he presses his forehead against Wheeler’s. It’s funny, Wheeler thinks. The first dozen or so times they did this it was in the ring, hellbent on killing each other. Now it’s in their kitchen, arms around each other. Shit’s weird. “It’s, I don’t know, scary or whatever,” Danny murmurs.

“It’s allowed to be scary,” Wheeler says, “big things are scary. But you’re bigger than the worries, okay? We’re bigger than any worry you could come up with.”

Danny gets those formerly lanky limbs and essentially curls around Wheeler like an octopus. “Love you,” he mumbles into Wheeler’s hair.

“I love you, too,” Wheeler says. He holds Danny as close as he can, for as long as he can.

“Um,” he mumbles. “This is awesome and I love you all wrapped around me like this, but Magic, Claudio, and Mox should be here soon to help us move stuff in, and I don’t think we’d ever live this down.”

Danny laughs and pulls back. “We could always fuck in the kitchen, let them walk in on us.”

“I need you to know how terrifying the idea of your surrogate dad walking in on us fucking is to me,” Wheeler says. “Now get on the floor. I hate when you’re taller than me.”

“I’m always taller than you.”

“We are the exact same height.”

“Are not!” Danny jumps down. “See? I’m taller!”

“You are not!” He grabs Danny’s waist and holds him still. “Stop going up on your toes. That’s cheating.”

“I’m not,” Danny says, definitely struggling against Wheeler’s grip. And then there’s a little blush across his cheeks.

“Oh, I get it,” Wheeler says. He presses Danny against the counter. “You want to risk getting caught, so you’re riling me up so I fuck you, huh?”

“No,” Danny says, and the little smile that appears in the corners of his eyes betray his lie. “Okay, fine, not on purpose.”

“Get on the counter,” Wheeler growls, and Danny hops up without complaint. Wheeler leans in and kisses him. It’s always so good, kissing Danny. He always wants it as much as Wheeler does, always meets him with the same intensity that they get to when they meet in the ring.

Wheeler wants this forever.

Danny whimpers against his mouth, yanking Wheeler in with his legs like he’s desperate to meld together.

“If we, Danny, oh my god,” Wheeler laughs. “Breathe. Everybody will be here, like, any minute.”

“Don’t care,” Danny mumbles, sucking and biting at Wheeler’s neck in a way that will prove incredibly distracting before long. “Let ‘em watch. I want you.”

“Okay, well, when you say it like that.” Wheeler checks his phone. They don’t have a lot of time – not the time Wheeler likes to take with Danny, when it counts – but he figures a few blowjobs is a good first hurrah. “Get back up on the counter. I’m gonna blow you.”

Danny sighs.

“Is that disappointing or something?!”

“I – look, maybe I was hoping you’d fuck me against the fridge or something,” Danny says, and he has the faintest hint of a grin on his lips.

“Later,” Wheeler says, patting his thighs. “We don’t have time for me to fuck you the right way with them coming.”

Danny snickers and Wheeler ignores it. He’s already hard when he gets his sweats down his pants, and Wheeler doesn’t waste a second. He dives in, swirling his tongue around the head of Danny’s cock before ducking down and taking all of him down his throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Danny says. His hands fly to Wheeler’s hair.

Wheeler flips him off as he bobs, getting his other hand involved. Something buzzes in his pocket. He pulls off of Danny’s dick and strokes, thumb rubbing over the slit of Danny’s cock as Danny fucks up into his grip.

“Why’d you stop?” Danny asks. He’s got his hands braced on the counter to help him get leverage, and it’s giving Wheeler great ideas of what they can do in this kitchen when they have a little more time.

Wheeler grabs his phone and checks the message, not slowing his other hand or loosening the grip.

“We are having sex and you’re on your phone?!”

“Mox and Claudio will be here in fifteen. Mox argued with the GPS and went the wrong way,” Wheeler says, sliding his phone back into his jeans. “Or do you want to complain so I make it drag out and you don’t even get to come.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “I’ll shut up,” he says quietly.

Wheeler grins, and he thinks this is him earning being smug. “That’s what I thought.” He ducks back down, keeping grip and suction the way Danny likes it. Danny is squirming and whining, and Wheeler can sense more than see that he’s using the opportunity to do something akin to pushups on the counter.

He pulls away. “Are you working out?!”

“Gotta keep my pump going,” Danny says, grinning down.

“We are hauling loads of –”

“Yeah we are.”

Wheeler sighs and shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, Danny. Allow yourself to relax. You’re allowed to relax and, like. Enjoy it. Without doing anything else. Like fucking bits.”

Danny sighs. “I guess,” and it’s as dramatic as ever with him.

Wheeler goes slower this time, licking and focusing more than being intense about it. Intense seems silly now. They have a little time.

He keeps this pace until Danny’s whimpering and squirming worse. “Wheeler,” he whines. “Okay, this isn’t fair. Can – please?”

“Please what?” Wheeler asks, standing and stroking Danny with his hand. “What do you want Danny?”

Danny sighs. “I want to come,” he almost whispers. “I – I want you to make me – in our kitchen.”

“Yeah?” Wheeler’s heart fills with something so strong and unnameable he thinks it has to exceed love at this point. “We’re going to make every room in this house messy while we live here.”

Danny laughs as he comes, hips snapping up into the circle of Wheeler’s fist, and it’s so sweet and so good it takes Wheeler a second to realize he doesn’t have a goddamned clue where paper towels are.

“Shit,” Danny mutters.

“Don’t worry,” Wheeler says. He pulls his shirt off over his head and uses it to mop up the mess.

“I’m much more tidy than you are,” Danny says. “So. Up on the counter. I’ll remind you how exactly to do a blow job. Since you seem to have forgotten how to do it well.”

“I just gave you a great blow job!”

Danny grins up at Wheeler. “You gave a great hand job,” he corrects. “This is a great blow job.” He grabs at the waistband of Wheeler’s pants and Wheeler adjusts, lifting himself up on the counter the way Danny had before. He rolls his eyes. “Who’s working out now?”

“I – you had to take off my pants!”

“You didn’t have to be so showy about it.”

“I quite literally did or I wouldn’t be able to take my pants off.”

“Shut up so I can suck your dick.”

“You like it when I talk to you when you suck my dick.”

Danny groans. “You’re the worst. I love you.” And he leans down to take Wheeler’s cock into his mouth.

He really is good at this, Wheeler muses. Tongue swirling at the head of Wheeler’s cock on the upstroke, throat opening around him. He reaches down and brushes a thumb along Danny’s cheekbone, deciding that this, of all the things today, is the moment he wants to memorize. Maybe later tonight they can really go at it in their newly made bed. Maybe this morning was also perfect as they woke up in the hotel and got ready to go before any light had started to peek over the horizon. But this – this is a great beginning. A good start.

And, from what Wheeler can say personally, he feels great, too.

“Jesus, you’re stupidly good at this, baby,” he murmurs. “I love that mouth of yours.” He grins down at Danny, who is looking up at him. “Even when you’re being a bitch for Daddy.”

Danny groans and pulls off and glares at Wheeler. “It doesn’t work when you call yourself Daddy and I’ve already come,” he says, frowning. “If my head isn’t full of horny stupidity, it sounds ridiculous.”

“Maybe it gets me off,” Wheeler says. Danny’s got just enough hair for him to slide his hand into it, not tugging but also keeping a firm grip.

“I get you off,” Danny says, and it’s a bit petulant for somebody who just got a blow job. “It’s about me.”

Wheeler laughs, but it’s cut off fast when Danny, almost annoyed, dives back down onto Wheeler’s cock and goes to town. He was close enough before, but Danny seems to have dived in with an unseen fervor and his orgasm races toward him before he knows it.

“Danny,” he pants, hips twitching. He grips at the edge of the counter, determined not to slip right off. “Danny, I –”

With the way Danny looks up at him, mouth wrapped around Wheeler’s cock and eyes full of determination, Wheeler can’t hold back. He moans, Danny’s name falling from his lips, and it strikes him that this is the first of many moments like this in their new home.

He pants, half sliding down the counter. Danny presses himself in between Wheeler’s legs to keep him pinned to the counter. He leans in, and Wheeler kisses him, soft and sweet.

“See?” Danny murmurs, pulling back to press his face into Wheeler’s neck. “That’s how you avoid the mess.”

Wheeler laughs and pets Danny’s hair, glancing around the kitchen. The boxes behind them pile high and there is a lot of work to be done. But they get to do it together.

“This is great,” Danny says, “but I kind of don’t want our friends to show up and immediately know what we’ve been doing.”

Wheeler sighs and presses a kiss to the top of Danny’s forehead. “You have a point there.”

They redress to the best of their abilities, Wheeler’s shirt in a pile on the floor, and he hopes he can get away with saying he got too hot moving boxes.

“I’ll take mine off, too,” Danny says, chucking it so it lands on the awful, gaudy light fixture they are absolutely taking down once they get settled. “Less suspicious.”

“Yes,” Wheeler deadpans, “both of us being half naked is somehow less suspicious.”

They’re hauling in the last few boxes from the back of the car, avoiding the monster that will be dealing with Danny’s stuff from the trailer, when the door bangs open. Wheeler only jumps a little as he sets the box of Danny’s photo albums into the office.

He walks into the front hall to see Mox with an absolutely shit eating grin on his face, staring at Danny.

“Oh, I know what you two did,” Mox singsongs, leaning against the door. Claudio grabs him around the waist with his free hand and all but throws him out of the way.

“What?” Danny asks. Wheeler looks at him. No hint, other than messy hair, but they’ve been in a car or moving all day. Messy hair isn’t that weird.

Mox nods at Wheeler. “You got jizz on your shirt.”

“I do not!” Wheeler says, before he can stop himself. Before he remembers he’s not even wearing a shirt anymore.

“Hah!” Mox says, literally pointing and laughing at Wheeler. “You don’t, but I can tell by the way you’re checking it was a possibility.” He winks at Danny. “Getting that just moved in dick, I see. Good call.”

“Not seriously,” Danny grumbles. He takes the box from Claudio and carries it to the living room. “Somebody,” he yells over his shoulder as he sets the box on the dining room table, “decided that he didn’t want to be walked in on and we could only do blow jobs.”

“Only blow jobs?” Claudio asks, hands on his hips. “Not to sound old or anything, but I find a good blow job can be better than anything else.” He looks over at Mox, beaming, and Wheeler can’t decide if he thinks it’s cute or if it makes him want to throw up.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re a big sap.” Mox kicks at Claudio’s shins. “Danny’s right, though. I’d rather get railed than a blow job. Just a preference.”

“He gets it!” Danny says, throwing his hands in the air.

“Can – can we finish bringing the boxes in?” Wheeler pleads. “None of us are going to have a place to stay tonight if we don’t get the mattresses and bed stuff inside.”

“We could get a hotel,” Mox says. “And you could stay here and pout like a little bitch.”

“I am not pouting!” Wheeler shouts. “God, I hate all of you.” He laughs, shaking his head, as he walks out to the car and grabs the box labeled Bed Shit. Danny yelled at him for that one, but he thought it was funny.

They all crash before ten, mattresses haphazardly thrown onto the floors of the bedrooms, and Danny yanks Wheeler in by the waist, burying his face into Wheeler’s neck.

“Love you,” he mumbles. He smells like Wheeler’s shampoo and soap, the only stuff they could dig out of the boxes easily. He smells like home.

Wheeler presses a kiss to Danny’s hand. “Love you too, Danny,” he mumbles, “I love you, too.”

~

Mini Playlist: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy Glory Days - Betty Who You Found Me - Kelly Clarkson Heaven Is a Place on Earth - Belinda Carlisle

Thank you for joining me in this group of stories about two of my favorite dorks! I hope you have enjoyed alongside me :)

[banannabethchase]

Hit my 25k writing goal this month, got close to finishing a DannYuta little finale to the Hold Me Like a Grudge universe, and am nowhere near done with the giant self indulgent fic that may never see the light of day that will not let me go.

Brain, why are you the way you are?

[texasdeath]

I had a vision of daniel and yuta playing gay chicken and I have to write it now