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gyzymSorry, did you want some h/c to go with your overwhelming amounts of glorious gay? Because that turns out to be what I'm in the mood for tonight. Post-ep for 1.20, spoilers obviously contained herein, title from the Avett Brothers' song The Day That Marvin Gaye Died. I have by and large stopped rating shit because it is TOO HARD YO, but, uh, this contains swearing and kissing but no sex? Proceed accordingly.
Title: trip on my words and land on my heart
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Wordcount: 2345
Summary: I love you is hard, and so is I'm sorry.
Danny Williams is a man of many talents, hidden and otherwise, make no mistake. He makes a mean--well, thing, okay, it's a thing, there is tuna fish involved, Grace likes it, it's edible, it counts--and he has talked his way through not one, not two, but five different hostage negations. You need someone to diffuse an awkward family situation? To reign in a crazed Navy SEAL before he sets your house on fire? To have your six and then some, with an added dash of charm and detecting abilities to boot? Boom, you're set, because Danny Williams is your man. He is a skilled operative, okay, he is a smooth operator, he is on top of his shit and will not be fucked with.
But dates? Yeah, he's willing to admit that dates, he's not so good at.
There was the time in college with the girl whose menu he set on fire over dinner; there was the time in college with the guy whose menu he set on fire over dessert. There was the time in '96 with the beers and the vomit, which, while he's tried to forget it, has played a big part in his whole not-puking streak. On his second date with Rachel, she'd said, "Mint?" and he'd said, "What? What'd you say? Condoms?" which, okay, what the hell, did not even sound like mint, and she never let him live it down, not that he blamed her. There was even the time with Steve and his dad's car, and--not that the breakdown had been Danny's fault, he couldn't control Steve's junker--he felt bad, afterwards, about all the yelling.
So dates, yeah, okay, he's not good at them, he makes up for it in other arenas, it's fine. Except the thing is, even for Danny and his terrible track record, dropping a guy of a cliff to his almost-doom? Yeah, it kind of takes the cake.
He yells Steve's name, yells it again, yells like his lungs are full of nothing but panic, which is pretty accurate, really. Panic that he's somehow managed to kill Steve, right, stupid indestructible teflon bastard Steve, and how the hell would he ever manage to explain that the Governor, "Oh, yeah, your SEAL, the crazy one, about that, I killed him"--but more that that, right, the bigger problem is the thought that Steve's actually died. It's a fine distinction, the guilt versus the loss, but the loss is definitely the worse thing; when that goes away, when Steve moves and yells that he's good, the stupid liar, the guilt is all that's left.
Danny may not be good at dates, but guilt's pretty much his family's currency. He knows what to do with this.
So he runs, right, he does what Steve tells him to do. The crazy shit asks him to be careful going on a little hike while he's sitting down there with a broken arm, and Danny would kill him if he hadn't just almost killed him. As it is he reaches the summit, calls Chin and Kono, gets shit in place, and goes back down, tries to hold it together so he doesn't get into a contest of wills with Steve and his stupid, stupid tough guy face. He can't bite back a little bit of it ("I'd rather you not catch me if I fall, okay?") but by and large he does alright, only clings a little when he gets Steve to the top, doesn't act as crazy as he feels.
The thing with his hands and the heart and the sappy grin he can't control--and he might as well just paint all his goofy goddamn feelings on his forehead, Christ, he's in so far over his head--well, he can't exactly help it. He's a little freaked out, can't be helped, nothing he can do about it, shit happens, and anyway it was only to be expected; he was never very good at the whole holding-back-emotionally part of dating either. Steve takes it in stride, though, doesn't pull a face or, you know, spit on him, or yell at him for being an almost-murderer and dropping him off the edge of a big fucking cliff, so maybe it's going to be alright.
There's just the one problem, the kind of problem that would be little if it wasn't so big, and that's that Danny can't stop thinking about it.
He thinks about it while he deals with the crime unit; he thinks about it while he's taking his own chopper ride back to HQ, sitting next to a body bag, which doesn't really tone down the whole morbid angle to his thoughts. He thinks about it when they get back to civilization and his phone gets service again--he finds three texts from McGarrett, one bitching about the hospital service, two joking about potential colors for his cast. And Danny's angry, it's stupid but he's angry, he wants to scream at Steve till he runs out of voice for being so blasé about this, like it's nothing, like he deals with this kind of thing all the time. Which maybe he does, maybe his career as a SEAL had involved a lot of near-death and self splinting--it probably had, actually, but Danny tries not to think about that.
But now he can't not think about it. Now it is all he is thinking about.
There is a time-honored tradition, in the Williams clan, of hiding behind humor in times of stress; Danny remembers the way his sister Amy laughed after her first breakup, the way his mother cracked three different jokes in ten minutes when he told her about Matty. It never works, not really, but it stems the tide of emotional nonsense for awhile, and Danny falls back on it to get through the day. He jokes about Steve, jokes about the stupid fish, jokes about everything, and maybe a little bit of the anger slips through--a lot, definitely, when that waitress asks to sign Steve's cast, but fuck her, this isn't a light thing, this isn't a joke, this isn't fucking flirting territory.
Steve flirts back because he's a bastard, because he likes to toy with Danny, does this shit all the time, and Danny knows that, but the less than rational part of his brain says terrible things. Things about Steve hating him for dropping the rope. Things about Steve being as angry at Danny as Danny is right now. He's tense, and Kamekona's easy humor don't help, and the cocktail he tosses back doesn't help, and Chin and Kono and their grief that Danny couldn't fix if he tried doesn't help at all.
So he's a little wound up, okay, when they finally get back to McGarrett's place, and Steve smirks at him like it's a normal night and says, "Hey, you think you're up for fooling around?" and Danny…well. Danny pretty much loses his shit.
"Go to hell," he snaps, before he can help himself, and Steve's eyebrows hit his hairline.
"Whoa," he says, "not exactly the reaction I was hoping for."
"Well, you can take whatever reaction you were hoping for," Danny says, hands flying, everywhere, out of his control, "and you can just--you can shove it, alright, where you want to shove it is up to you but that's what you can do with it, okay? Jesus, I don't even know why I came here, I should've just--"
"Is this about the waitress?" Steve says. His brow is knitted together, and it's confusion doing that, no question, but Danny mixes it up with his pained face from this morning and clenches his fist. "Because, look, I was just screwing around, you know that. It was just a little flirting, I wasn't going to--"
"No," Danny spits, "no, no it is not about the--actually, you know what, yes, okay, yes, it's about the waitress. It's about the waitress and everyone signing your cast like you're, I don't know, a kid who tripped rollerblading or something, it's about you, like this is no big deal, like it's nothing--"
"Danny, buddy, easy," Steve says. He looks freaked now, nervous, and some small, vindictive part of Danny is glad for it, glad something has shaken his fucking cool. "Look, it's really fine, it's not--"
"It is!" Danny says, and he's yelling now, this is some serious yelling right here, fucking hell. "It is, you big--stupid--fuck, I dropped you, okay, I dropped you off a cliff, do you not remember that? Lemme refresh your memory, lemme make it clear for you, you said 'Take the slack, Danny,' and I didn't, I didn't do that, that rock hit you and I let go, and you're walking around like you've got a little boo-boo and apparently we're not going to talk about it! Which is fine for you, I guess, because nothing bothers you, you are the Man of Steel and good for you, Steve, that's great, real proud, but I? I am not made of steel, so no, I am not up for a little fooling the fuck around."
He's breathing hard when he's done, and he probably looks unhinged, but he feels unhinged, so that's alright. Steve blinks at him, opens his mouth, works it silently for a second.
"Danno," he says, finally.
"No," Danny says, "no, no, don't you Danno me--"
"You're not trained," Steve says, like he can't believe he's having to explain it. "I didn't--I didn't even tell you to chalk your hands, you should've been tied in to something else, I wasn't thinking, I just assumed--"
"Oh," Danny says, "that's great, that helps, thank you, Steven, if I'd only been better at my job--"
"That's not what I'm saying. Would you just listen for once? You're not--it's not your job, you wouldn't have had any idea--"
"Could you just," Danny says, feeling suddenly like he's been punched in the stomach, like all the wind has been snatched right out of his lungs, "could you just stop talking, please."
Steve does stop talking. He doesn't go away, though, doesn't vanish the way Danny wants him to right now; instead he's stepping forward, getting up close and personal with Danny's personal bubble, tilting his head down to catch Danny's mouth. And Danny doesn't want to kiss him right now--he wants to hit him, actually, that's what he'd really like--but he makes a pained, pathetic noise anyway, leans hungrily into it, bites at McGarrett's mouth too hard.
"Danny," Steve says, "Danny, come on, it's--"
"Shut up, Steve," Danny says, "please, please, just shut the fuck up."
He pushes Steve backwards, turns him, shoulder-checks him into the counter and rests his own hands on the smooth surface, boxing him in. And this is good, right, this is better, because at least he can't go anywhere; Danny can't lose him, can't drop him, not here. Steve's good hand is on his back, rubbing slow, clearly trying for soothing, but Danny is not going to be soothed right now--he presses his apology into Steve's mouth, into his neck, into the slightly stubbled skin at the edge of his jaw.
This, right here, is as obvious and crazy as this morning; it's as ridiculous as the thing with his stupid smile and his stupid hands and the stupid heart he'd used them to make. It's nuts, and he knows it's nuts, but the thing is for all his words Danny has a hard time with certain ones--I love you is hard, and so is I'm sorry. He does it this way because he doesn't know how not to, and Steve must see it, must get it, because after a second he shoves back a little, jackknifes Danny away.
"Okay, stop," Steve says, too serious. "It's enough now, alright?"
Danny wants him to yell, wants him to put up a wall so Danny can at least have something to throw himself against, but he doesn't. He pulls Danny in instead, changes the angle so Danny's head it pressed against his chest, levers his good arm across Danny's back and holds him in a vice grip.
"I am okay," he says, "and I'm not pissed at you, and if you don't take it easy I'm going to knock you out, alright? Breathe, Danno. It's fine. I'm fine, you're fine, it's all fine, you got it?"
"Steve," Danny says, and Steve sighs, squeezes a little.
"You want me to dangle you over a roof or something?" he asks. "Because I can, I'd do that if it would calm you down, but you know I make you risk your life a couple times a week, right? I thought you did, you bitch about it often enough."
"I don't see what that has to--"
"Way I see it," Steve says, "we're even. And in a couple of days I'll be in the hole again with owing you, because I'll need you to take another bullet for me or something. You do remember that, right, with the bullet?"
"No," Danny says, "I thought that scar just materialized there on its own, yes I remember getting shot because you couldn't wait for backup, McGarrett, fuck you very much."
"See," Steve says, "you take a bullet, I take a fall. We're partners, Danno. It balances out."
Danny doesn't really believe him, but he doesn't know what the hell else he's supposed to say either, and he's being hugged, seriously, viciously hugged. It figures that McGarrett's an intense hugger, being as he's intense in general, on the job and in bed and about breakfast cereal, but it's oddly comforting for all it's a little much. And he's got a point, about the bullet hole, about the life-risking, about the partner thing--it's possible they're even after all.
"Okay," Danny says, and Steve says, "Okay," but doesn't let go, tucks his good hand up into Danny's hair and traces meaningless patterns there. Danny thinks he recognizes one of them, and hey, would you look at that, maybe they're about even here too--a fumbling attempt for an equally fumbling attempt, one goofy heart for another.
Title: trip on my words and land on my heart
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Wordcount: 2345
Summary: I love you is hard, and so is I'm sorry.
Danny Williams is a man of many talents, hidden and otherwise, make no mistake. He makes a mean--well, thing, okay, it's a thing, there is tuna fish involved, Grace likes it, it's edible, it counts--and he has talked his way through not one, not two, but five different hostage negations. You need someone to diffuse an awkward family situation? To reign in a crazed Navy SEAL before he sets your house on fire? To have your six and then some, with an added dash of charm and detecting abilities to boot? Boom, you're set, because Danny Williams is your man. He is a skilled operative, okay, he is a smooth operator, he is on top of his shit and will not be fucked with.
But dates? Yeah, he's willing to admit that dates, he's not so good at.
There was the time in college with the girl whose menu he set on fire over dinner; there was the time in college with the guy whose menu he set on fire over dessert. There was the time in '96 with the beers and the vomit, which, while he's tried to forget it, has played a big part in his whole not-puking streak. On his second date with Rachel, she'd said, "Mint?" and he'd said, "What? What'd you say? Condoms?" which, okay, what the hell, did not even sound like mint, and she never let him live it down, not that he blamed her. There was even the time with Steve and his dad's car, and--not that the breakdown had been Danny's fault, he couldn't control Steve's junker--he felt bad, afterwards, about all the yelling.
So dates, yeah, okay, he's not good at them, he makes up for it in other arenas, it's fine. Except the thing is, even for Danny and his terrible track record, dropping a guy of a cliff to his almost-doom? Yeah, it kind of takes the cake.
He yells Steve's name, yells it again, yells like his lungs are full of nothing but panic, which is pretty accurate, really. Panic that he's somehow managed to kill Steve, right, stupid indestructible teflon bastard Steve, and how the hell would he ever manage to explain that the Governor, "Oh, yeah, your SEAL, the crazy one, about that, I killed him"--but more that that, right, the bigger problem is the thought that Steve's actually died. It's a fine distinction, the guilt versus the loss, but the loss is definitely the worse thing; when that goes away, when Steve moves and yells that he's good, the stupid liar, the guilt is all that's left.
Danny may not be good at dates, but guilt's pretty much his family's currency. He knows what to do with this.
So he runs, right, he does what Steve tells him to do. The crazy shit asks him to be careful going on a little hike while he's sitting down there with a broken arm, and Danny would kill him if he hadn't just almost killed him. As it is he reaches the summit, calls Chin and Kono, gets shit in place, and goes back down, tries to hold it together so he doesn't get into a contest of wills with Steve and his stupid, stupid tough guy face. He can't bite back a little bit of it ("I'd rather you not catch me if I fall, okay?") but by and large he does alright, only clings a little when he gets Steve to the top, doesn't act as crazy as he feels.
The thing with his hands and the heart and the sappy grin he can't control--and he might as well just paint all his goofy goddamn feelings on his forehead, Christ, he's in so far over his head--well, he can't exactly help it. He's a little freaked out, can't be helped, nothing he can do about it, shit happens, and anyway it was only to be expected; he was never very good at the whole holding-back-emotionally part of dating either. Steve takes it in stride, though, doesn't pull a face or, you know, spit on him, or yell at him for being an almost-murderer and dropping him off the edge of a big fucking cliff, so maybe it's going to be alright.
There's just the one problem, the kind of problem that would be little if it wasn't so big, and that's that Danny can't stop thinking about it.
He thinks about it while he deals with the crime unit; he thinks about it while he's taking his own chopper ride back to HQ, sitting next to a body bag, which doesn't really tone down the whole morbid angle to his thoughts. He thinks about it when they get back to civilization and his phone gets service again--he finds three texts from McGarrett, one bitching about the hospital service, two joking about potential colors for his cast. And Danny's angry, it's stupid but he's angry, he wants to scream at Steve till he runs out of voice for being so blasé about this, like it's nothing, like he deals with this kind of thing all the time. Which maybe he does, maybe his career as a SEAL had involved a lot of near-death and self splinting--it probably had, actually, but Danny tries not to think about that.
But now he can't not think about it. Now it is all he is thinking about.
There is a time-honored tradition, in the Williams clan, of hiding behind humor in times of stress; Danny remembers the way his sister Amy laughed after her first breakup, the way his mother cracked three different jokes in ten minutes when he told her about Matty. It never works, not really, but it stems the tide of emotional nonsense for awhile, and Danny falls back on it to get through the day. He jokes about Steve, jokes about the stupid fish, jokes about everything, and maybe a little bit of the anger slips through--a lot, definitely, when that waitress asks to sign Steve's cast, but fuck her, this isn't a light thing, this isn't a joke, this isn't fucking flirting territory.
Steve flirts back because he's a bastard, because he likes to toy with Danny, does this shit all the time, and Danny knows that, but the less than rational part of his brain says terrible things. Things about Steve hating him for dropping the rope. Things about Steve being as angry at Danny as Danny is right now. He's tense, and Kamekona's easy humor don't help, and the cocktail he tosses back doesn't help, and Chin and Kono and their grief that Danny couldn't fix if he tried doesn't help at all.
So he's a little wound up, okay, when they finally get back to McGarrett's place, and Steve smirks at him like it's a normal night and says, "Hey, you think you're up for fooling around?" and Danny…well. Danny pretty much loses his shit.
"Go to hell," he snaps, before he can help himself, and Steve's eyebrows hit his hairline.
"Whoa," he says, "not exactly the reaction I was hoping for."
"Well, you can take whatever reaction you were hoping for," Danny says, hands flying, everywhere, out of his control, "and you can just--you can shove it, alright, where you want to shove it is up to you but that's what you can do with it, okay? Jesus, I don't even know why I came here, I should've just--"
"Is this about the waitress?" Steve says. His brow is knitted together, and it's confusion doing that, no question, but Danny mixes it up with his pained face from this morning and clenches his fist. "Because, look, I was just screwing around, you know that. It was just a little flirting, I wasn't going to--"
"No," Danny spits, "no, no it is not about the--actually, you know what, yes, okay, yes, it's about the waitress. It's about the waitress and everyone signing your cast like you're, I don't know, a kid who tripped rollerblading or something, it's about you, like this is no big deal, like it's nothing--"
"Danny, buddy, easy," Steve says. He looks freaked now, nervous, and some small, vindictive part of Danny is glad for it, glad something has shaken his fucking cool. "Look, it's really fine, it's not--"
"It is!" Danny says, and he's yelling now, this is some serious yelling right here, fucking hell. "It is, you big--stupid--fuck, I dropped you, okay, I dropped you off a cliff, do you not remember that? Lemme refresh your memory, lemme make it clear for you, you said 'Take the slack, Danny,' and I didn't, I didn't do that, that rock hit you and I let go, and you're walking around like you've got a little boo-boo and apparently we're not going to talk about it! Which is fine for you, I guess, because nothing bothers you, you are the Man of Steel and good for you, Steve, that's great, real proud, but I? I am not made of steel, so no, I am not up for a little fooling the fuck around."
He's breathing hard when he's done, and he probably looks unhinged, but he feels unhinged, so that's alright. Steve blinks at him, opens his mouth, works it silently for a second.
"Danno," he says, finally.
"No," Danny says, "no, no, don't you Danno me--"
"You're not trained," Steve says, like he can't believe he's having to explain it. "I didn't--I didn't even tell you to chalk your hands, you should've been tied in to something else, I wasn't thinking, I just assumed--"
"Oh," Danny says, "that's great, that helps, thank you, Steven, if I'd only been better at my job--"
"That's not what I'm saying. Would you just listen for once? You're not--it's not your job, you wouldn't have had any idea--"
"Could you just," Danny says, feeling suddenly like he's been punched in the stomach, like all the wind has been snatched right out of his lungs, "could you just stop talking, please."
Steve does stop talking. He doesn't go away, though, doesn't vanish the way Danny wants him to right now; instead he's stepping forward, getting up close and personal with Danny's personal bubble, tilting his head down to catch Danny's mouth. And Danny doesn't want to kiss him right now--he wants to hit him, actually, that's what he'd really like--but he makes a pained, pathetic noise anyway, leans hungrily into it, bites at McGarrett's mouth too hard.
"Danny," Steve says, "Danny, come on, it's--"
"Shut up, Steve," Danny says, "please, please, just shut the fuck up."
He pushes Steve backwards, turns him, shoulder-checks him into the counter and rests his own hands on the smooth surface, boxing him in. And this is good, right, this is better, because at least he can't go anywhere; Danny can't lose him, can't drop him, not here. Steve's good hand is on his back, rubbing slow, clearly trying for soothing, but Danny is not going to be soothed right now--he presses his apology into Steve's mouth, into his neck, into the slightly stubbled skin at the edge of his jaw.
This, right here, is as obvious and crazy as this morning; it's as ridiculous as the thing with his stupid smile and his stupid hands and the stupid heart he'd used them to make. It's nuts, and he knows it's nuts, but the thing is for all his words Danny has a hard time with certain ones--I love you is hard, and so is I'm sorry. He does it this way because he doesn't know how not to, and Steve must see it, must get it, because after a second he shoves back a little, jackknifes Danny away.
"Okay, stop," Steve says, too serious. "It's enough now, alright?"
Danny wants him to yell, wants him to put up a wall so Danny can at least have something to throw himself against, but he doesn't. He pulls Danny in instead, changes the angle so Danny's head it pressed against his chest, levers his good arm across Danny's back and holds him in a vice grip.
"I am okay," he says, "and I'm not pissed at you, and if you don't take it easy I'm going to knock you out, alright? Breathe, Danno. It's fine. I'm fine, you're fine, it's all fine, you got it?"
"Steve," Danny says, and Steve sighs, squeezes a little.
"You want me to dangle you over a roof or something?" he asks. "Because I can, I'd do that if it would calm you down, but you know I make you risk your life a couple times a week, right? I thought you did, you bitch about it often enough."
"I don't see what that has to--"
"Way I see it," Steve says, "we're even. And in a couple of days I'll be in the hole again with owing you, because I'll need you to take another bullet for me or something. You do remember that, right, with the bullet?"
"No," Danny says, "I thought that scar just materialized there on its own, yes I remember getting shot because you couldn't wait for backup, McGarrett, fuck you very much."
"See," Steve says, "you take a bullet, I take a fall. We're partners, Danno. It balances out."
Danny doesn't really believe him, but he doesn't know what the hell else he's supposed to say either, and he's being hugged, seriously, viciously hugged. It figures that McGarrett's an intense hugger, being as he's intense in general, on the job and in bed and about breakfast cereal, but it's oddly comforting for all it's a little much. And he's got a point, about the bullet hole, about the life-risking, about the partner thing--it's possible they're even after all.
"Okay," Danny says, and Steve says, "Okay," but doesn't let go, tucks his good hand up into Danny's hair and traces meaningless patterns there. Danny thinks he recognizes one of them, and hey, would you look at that, maybe they're about even here too--a fumbling attempt for an equally fumbling attempt, one goofy heart for another.
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Date: 2011-04-12 07:47 am (UTC)Lovelovelove this :)
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Date: 2011-04-12 07:51 am (UTC)♥♥♥
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Date: 2011-04-12 07:54 am (UTC)*draws hearts all over this* You write the best before-bed-fic. Do it always, okay? Okay.
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Date: 2011-04-12 08:10 am (UTC)1.20 episode tag
Date: 2011-04-12 08:21 am (UTC)(I only noticed because, before the episode, I was mentally castigating Danno for dropping his boyfriend in retaliation for having to push that huge fucking Marquis up the hill on their last date.
Exertion =/= Dumping, Daniel.
The whole reason he was taking up slack was to prevent the very thing that happened. I had a sharp eye out for how the show was going to get around that issue, and they did.)
Still, Danny in self-recrimination mode is a lovely thing, especially as it leads to the hurt, comforting Steve.
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Date: 2011-04-12 08:31 am (UTC)Re: 1.20 episode tag
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Date: 2011-04-12 08:22 am (UTC)WELCOME TO JERSEY, LAND OF THE ITALIAN CATHOLICS AND THEREFORE LAND OF INTENSE MOTHERFUCKING GUILT
But yes, Danny, with the thoughts and hands flying everywhere, and the Steve not getting it, and then finally calming Danny down, yeah, yes, that is what should be happening here.
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Date: 2011-04-12 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-12 08:26 am (UTC)my fucking heart! it grew three sizes.
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Date: 2011-04-12 08:27 am (UTC)AND STEVE. being as he's intense in general, on the job and in bed and about breakfast cereal ad;lkdjkdjfsd TRUTH. YOU SPEAK IT.
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Date: 2011-04-12 09:12 am (UTC)one goofy heart for another.
This is so good, it makes me want to cry.
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Date: 2011-04-12 09:44 am (UTC)You know you win at episode tags right? I love the way you laid out Danny's guilt and Steve's confused response to it.
Nicely done!
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Date: 2011-04-12 11:26 am (UTC)/wibbles
Intense hugger!Steve viciously hugging Danny is my happy place today, oh yes. And that last sentence, oh god, my heart, it is swelling up all over the place. <33333
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Date: 2011-04-12 11:30 am (UTC)I think I am still floating on a fuzzy warm wave of OH MY GOD HAWAII FIVE-0, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! But this is definitely only increasing the warm and the fuzzy.
I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE, IT IS WELL PAST 4 A.M. OVER HERE AND I AM FULL OF FLAIL, I EXPECT TO BE LARGELY INCOHERENT.
You need someone to diffuse an awkward family situation? To reign in a crazed Navy SEAL before he sets your house on fire? To have your six and then some, with an added dash of charm and detecting abilities to boot? Boom, you're set, because Danny Williams is your man. He is a skilled operative, okay, he is a smooth operator, he is on top of his shit and will not be fucked with. - THIS, ALL OF THIS, BUT MOST ESPECIALLY THE CRAZED NAVY SEAL AND HOUSE ON FIRE THING. AND OH MY GOD SO MUCH DANNO LOVE YEESSSSSSS!!
On his second date with Rachel, she'd said, "Mint?" and he'd said, "What? What'd you say? Condoms?" - *dies laughing*
There was even the time with Steve and his dad's car - YES, THAT WAS DEFINITELY A DATE! ...I would like you to know, because everyone should know... while that was not in any way the Pali Highway, it was the lookout on Round Top Drive that is famous for having the best view of the city, and is extremely popular, especially at night, for dates. And by dates I mean "MAKING OUT/HAVING SEX IN CARS." JSYK.
stupid indestructible teflon bastard Steve - :DDDDDDD
Steve moves and yells that he's good, the stupid liar - :DDDDDDDDDDD
only clings a little when he gets Steve to the top - GOD YES HE WAS SO CLINGY!
and maybe a little bit of the anger slips through--a lot, definitely, when that waitress asks to sign Steve's cast, but fuck her, this isn't a light thing, this isn't a joke, this isn't fucking flirting territory. - AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH YOU ADDED CONTEXT THAT MADE THIS EVEN BETTER!!
See," Steve says, "you take a bullet, I take a fall. We're partners, Danno. It balances out." - ASDFJKL;GHFDSDL;HJKLGHDJS!!
Danny thinks he recognizes one of them, and hey, would you look at that, maybe they're about even here too--a fumbling attempt for an equally fumbling attempt, one goofy heart for another. - JKL;FDSAHGDFKL;GJHKDA;F CUTEST EVER!!!
Also. ...he's intense in general, on the job and in bed and about breakfast cereal...
Steve: D:< SHREDDED WHEAT!
Bb ilu I hope you are having sweet dreams of Steve and Danny and heart hands. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2011-04-12 12:21 pm (UTC)I couldn't help thinking that Steve must have been SO EMBARRASSED to get caught out like that, to be rivalled only by Danny's MASSIVE AMOUNTS of guilt at letting him fall. So this kind of made it all better.
Also - mint/condoms is so SILLY and may have made me laugh rather a lot.
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