#Danny and Anna deserve to cause chaos and be horrible together

[banannabethchase]

If You Want Me Too (Let's Make a Move) - also on AO3

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Anna's trying to steal Danny's blanket, and they only cut it out when someone walks in: Eddie.

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For December prompt challenge day 19: sharing blankets. I went…a bit off the rails with this one. Title from Kiss You by One Direction.

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“Scoot over.”

Danny opens a bleary eye to see Anna with her hands on her hips glaring down at him. “Excuse me?” he mumbles.

“I’m cold.” Anna doesn’t wait for him to respond – she drops down onto the floor next to Danny and yanks the blanket.

Danny yelps as the rush of cold air hits him. “I was asleep, you asshole!” He grabs at the blanket, but it’s too late. Anna’s grip is iron. “Get your own fucking blanket!”

“Yours is bigger,” she replies, like it makes any sense, and scoots up behind him. She sighs, sounding infuriatingly comfortable. “Oh, that’s better.”

“Why do you get to be big spoon?” Danny grumbles, but he grabs Anna’s arm and wraps it more tightly around his waist. At the very least, she is making him warmer. A little.  

Anna scoffs. “Get to be,” she says, burying her face in his neck. “This is a service to you, you big brat.”

“Me?!” Danny rolls over, finding himself nose to nose with Anna. “I saw how annoying you were with Kris the other day. I am not the big brat here.”

“You were practically presenting to Eddie when you had the match with him earlier tonight,” she says, and isn’t it so fucking infuriating that she doesn’t even respond to his goading. “Oh, Eddie,” and it takes a second to realize that it’s an attempt to mock him, “let me dance on you so that you’ll notice me.”

“Was – was that voice supposed to be me?” He shoves at her with his foot and takes the blanket back, rolling himself up like a burrito. “You suck. Go away.”

“Give me back your blanket!”

They’re wailing on each other, as much as Danny can with his arms and legs tied up in the blanket, when the door swings open.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Danny’s eyes widen. “Eddie,” he says, trying to carefully extricate himself out of the trap he’s got himself in. He flops off of Anna, without an ounce of grace. “Hey.”

“What,” Eddie says again, adjusting his hat, “the fuck is going on?”

“Anna stole my blanket,” Danny says, shimmying out of it.

“Really?” Eddie asks, looking pointedly where Danny’s still sitting in the pool of blanket around him. “Looks like you refused to share.”

“I –”

Anna starts cackling in the corner. “Alright, I’m good now.” The way she stands up is like a dance move, and Danny kind of wants to kill her for how much more suave she looks than him. “That was more than worth it. See you later.” She throws a wink Danny’s way and prances out the door.

Danny looks up at Eddie as he stands. “Here for a rematch or something?”

Eddie laughs, and Danny is, as always, very distracted by the way it crinkles his eyes. “You wanna fight me again?”

Danny shrugs, trying to fight the urge to curl in on himself. “If I gotta.”

“You’re cute,” Eddie says. When Danny lifts his head, Eddie’s closer. Much closer. “Wanted to ask you to dinner, you dumbass.”

“I – really?” Danny has a bunch of retorts locked and loaded for any time, but they fail him.

Eddie nods and reaches out, running a thumb along Danny’s jaw. “Yeah, really.” His smile is gentler than Danny had thought him capable of.

Danny flickers his eyes around the room. It’s still empty, and Anna had closed the door behind her. “I thought we didn’t – do that.” He presses his lips together.

“You never seemed to want to,” Eddie says. “But you, uh. You got kinda flirty in the ring.” He licks his lips. “Those dance moves seemed to give away more than anything I could do.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “You were, like, taunting me.” He meets Eddie’s eyes, and can’t fight the smile. “What else was I gonna do?”

Eddie reaches out and grabs Danny by the waist, pulling him in. “Whattaya say?” Eddie murmurs, eyes flicking down to Danny’s lips. “Dinner. You and me.”

Danny nods. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah, let’s get dinner.” He looks up, and Eddie’s eyes are soft as he gazes down. “Um.”

Eddie frowns. If Danny didn’t know better, he’d call the shadow behind his eyes hesitation. “Reconsidering?”

Danny shakes his head. “Just – I want to know if this means we’re like. Dating. For real.”

Eddie studies his face. “You sayin’ you wanna date for real?”

Danny juts out his chin. “Do you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Did not,” Danny says. “I asked you first.”

Eddie grins. “Guess you did.” He sighs. “As long as it’s what you want.”

“As long as – you think I don’t want to?” Danny rolls his eyes. “God. Of course I want to.”

“Really,” Eddie says. “I’ll be damned. Okay.” He ruffles Danny’s hair, and it’s less annoying than when Magic or Anna or Ange do it. “Let’s go on a date to dinner.”

“You wanna go now?”

Eddie licks his lips. “I mean, soon. I got an idea for an appetizer.” He leans in and kisses Danny, not hard, but definitely not soft, and it makes his legs feel a little like jello. He hums against Eddie’s lips, slipping his hand up to steal his hat.

“Hey!”

Danny grins up at him. “If we’re officially dating,” he says, “then I get to steal your clothes.”

Eddie’s eyes shift. “Oh. That’s what it is, huh?” He pushes Danny up against the wall. “Want me to make a claim on you, huh?”

Danny swallows. That hadn’t been his intention, really, but he’s definitely on board. With Eddie’s eyes burning into him, he nods.

Eddie leans in, biting at Danny’s lip before kissing him so deeply Danny’s brain starts to fizz. Eddie grabs at his leg and hikes it around his hip before sliding his lips down Danny’s neck and latching teeth.

Danny gasps. “Jesus,” he chokes out. “You weren’t kidding.”

Eddie licks across the new bruise, gentle, and pulls back. “Never do, baby.” He presses another kiss to Danny’s lips, almost chaste, and pulls away. He reaches out and presses his fingers against what Danny knows will be a slowly purpling bruise. “That claim enough?”

Danny nods. “Yeah,” he says, and he even sounds breathless. He reaches up and touches, shivering at the tiny ache that blooms when he presses down. “Let’s go get dinner.”

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Mini Playlist: Murder Train - The Foreskins (the Murder Twins deserve a theme song okay) All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey Kiss You - One Direction Love You a Little Bit - Tanner Adell

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