gyzym | Entries tagged with keep 'im danno

Right, so,

wheres_walnut and I were talking about nerdy high school Steve, and somehow I accidentally ended up writing a little bit of Curving Like The Ocean Toward You 'verse nonsense. So...here's that!

Sorry, dudes, it's 4 in the morning, that's all I got right now.

Title: Maybe We're Both Too Far Gone
Rating: PG, except for, you know, all the fucking swearing, like always.
Wordcount: ~1900
Summary: A picture's worth a thousand words; a thousand and one, if there's a mullet involved.

( Maybe We're Both Too Far Gone )

Sorry, 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.

( trip on my words and land on my heart )

And now we celebrate the second birthday of the day, that of the truly excellent

dogeared--and seriously, I'm just saying, April 10th is a pretty damn auspicious day what with all these awesome people being born on it, y'all better recognize.

dogeared, love, here's a lazy Sunday morning, Steve & Danny style. I hope it is to your liking, and may you have the happiest of days. ♥

( Everything Is Just Fine, Steve/Danny, PG, 852 words. )

Getting in the car to go for coffee, will be back to answer comments shortly, but I just had to stop and say this. I was watching 1.13 over lunch today, eating the leftover bagel & lox I didn't finish at breakfast, and I discovered something I need to make sure you all know about.

In that first scene after the the theme song? You know, where Danny's getting Steve ice and knowing where everything is in his kitchen and lecturing him about the alarm system? Yeah, just in case you needed them to be even more married: while Danny is telling Kono that he's, he's been stunned, Steve, for a split second, makes the following face:

( Under the cut because I had to take a shitty screepcap myself because it GOES BY THAT FAST. )

This is some soppy sappy mushy feel-good three in the morning Steve/Danny nonsense, that's what this is right here. Porn not contained herein, insomnia icon applicable anyway. NO SHAME, NO APOLOGIES, NO REAL EXPLANATIONS. ♥

( gathering )

At 1110 words, this isn't so much an insomnia ficlet as it is a really short insomnia fic! Hooray, or something. It gets a title and a header and all that jazz, I hope it is proud of itself. And look,

sheafrotherdon, it's a warm fuzzy one and everything :D

Title: when your boots are well worn in
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: G/PG, unless you count the assorted foul language.
Summary: Steve's sick, Danny knows it, and "Fuck you," like "Book 'em Danno," is mostly a term of endearment.

( when your boots are well worn in )

Right, so, yesterday--WAS IT ONLY YESTERDAY, JESUS CHRIST, I FEEL LIKE TUMBLR IS A TIME VORTEX AND YOU WANDER IN AND NEVER LEAVE--

arineat was like, I feel like drawing rooster Steve and rooster Danny! And I was like PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO THAT I WILL WRITE YOU A FICLET, and SHE DID OH MY GOD :D :D :D. (AND THEN SHE GOT ME A SNAIL BECAUSE SHE IS THE BEST PERSON EVER.)

And then I wrote...uh...this, which is not about Danny and Steve as roosters so much as about domesticity and dreams and bad puns and Steve being a failboat. I don't even know. THIS IS NOT REAL FIC, SORRY RINNY, YOU DESERVE BETTER, I HOPE YOU ARE NOT TOO APPALLED AT ME FOR THIS.

( this ficlet does not deserve a title, but if it was going to get one, it would be [PLEASE INSERT YOUR FAVORITE COCK JOKE HERE] )

DFJSDLFHJDKFHDSJKLFHDSKFSD

SFHJSDKFHJSDKFHDSJKFHSDJFKSD

I WILL BE BACK TO DO A REAL POST LATER BUT DSFHSDJKFHSDFJJDSKF

wheres_walnut DID HAWAII 5-0 ART

FDFJKHSFJKSDF THE OTHER DAY, I SAID WALNUTTTTT, DANNY/STEVE ARRRRRRRT, AND SHE SAID WHAT KIND OF ART, AND I SAID HEY, LOOK, I WOULD BE HAPPY IF YOU DREW THEM WATCHING PAINT DRY, OKAY, THAT IS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR ART, AND SO

SHE

DREW

THEM

WATCHING

PAINT

DRY

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SERIOUSLY MY DAY, MY DAY IS MADE, MY DAY IS SO MADE, MY WEEK AND MONTH AND YEAR ARE MADE, WALNUT I KNOW YOU ARE STARING AT YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN IN ABJECT HORROR AT THIS POST AND I AM SORRY, BUT MY GLEE, IT SPANS WORLDS. WORLDS. DANNY'S ARM IS ON STEVE'S LEG OH MY GOD THE SANDWICHES OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE OF HAPPINESS RIGHT HERE IN THIS CHAIR JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

SEE THAT CLAM IN MY ICON? YEAH, THAT CLAM WAS NOT ONLY A HAPPY CLAM, IT WAS HAPPY AS A CLAM, BUT NOW IT'S LOOKING AT ME AND MAKING THAT FACE AND SAYING "CHRIST, I THOUGHT I KNEW FROM HAPPY, BUT I WILL TELL YOU WHAT, THAT BITCH IS HAPPY AS FUCK." HFDSJFHSDJKFHSDKJFHSDJKFHDSJKFHS ♥ ♥ ♥ !!!!!!!!!

1. HOW IS HE REAL:

Burro: Hey, while I'm home, can you teach me to use the stove?
Me: Oh my god, you want to learn to cook?! Yes, YES, let's pick some of your favorite dishes and I'll show you how to make them--oh my god, what about the beef stew with the bacon and the red wine, you love that--
Burro: Wait, hold up--okay, I don't want to risk not getting the stew, though. You have to promise me you're still gonna make the stew, but you're just, I feel like I should stop you before you get excited. But you're still gonna make the stew if I tell you this, right?
Me: I...yes? What--
Burro: Stew is too hard. I mean like, those packages of rice, I keep buying them and I can't make them work.
Me: Packages of rice?
Burro: Yeah, you know, like with the flavors and shit! There's a chicken one and a beef one--
Me: Oh my god, those Lipton things!? Dude, there are directions on the package.
Burro: They're too hard!
Me: You just boil water and--oh my god. Oh my god, please tell me you can boil water.
Burro: Shit's harder than it looks, that's all I'm saying. You can judge me all you want, I don't care. I wear my sunglasses at night because my future's...wait, you're still making the stew, right? YOU PROMISED.

daslkdaskd I love this kid so much oh my god.

2. DFHDSJKFHDS ALMOST H50 TIME ALMOST ALMOST ALMOST, HAPPY SHOW DAY!! I am not watching until 11 EST, so if you guys could do me a massive favor and keep spoilers out of the comments until afterwards I would hugely appreciate it :D

3. Oh, right, fanfiction! That thing I came here to post. This is the Steve counterpart to the wild corners, that Danny fic I put up yesterday. 3,000 words this time, god knows why.

Title: happiness like a bullet in the back
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It occurs to Steve, a little late, that there might be a place for him here already, one he doesn't have to eke out.

( happiness like a bullet in the back )

BEFORE YOU READ THIS FIC, HERE IS AN AWESOME THING:

fic_kitty DID A STEVE/DANNY VID TO THE AVETT BROTHER'S SONG "I AND LOVE AND YOU." My fucking heart, you guys. Go tell her how fucking awesome she is, for serious.

In other news, here is...er, 2,000 words of plotless Steve/Danny fic that I wrote by accident this afternoon. Sometimes I fall in love with the words? I swear to god I'm working on stuff in which things, you know, actually happen. Title is from a willful mishearing of a line from the Florence & The Machine Song "Dog Days Are Over," because, whatever, I'm just like this, I don't know.

Title: the wild corners
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Danny hovers between wakefulness and sleep and feel likes an emptied conch--worn smooth where Steve has washed over him, flush with the faint echo of all the places they've touched.

( the wild corners )

For more information, please see Part One.

( Curving Like the Ocean Toward You [2/2] )

Ahahahahahahahaha, uh, so, briefly, here's what happened here: weeks ago,

angelgazing was like, I am having a bad day, and I was like, I will write you fic with your favorite things in it! And then I wrote some fic, but I stalled out, and I remained stalled out until

hermette said FINISH THIS FINISH THIS and coaxed me to the end.

So, uh, because I am the one trickiest pony ever to only have one trick, here is...20K of trope-filled Steve/Danny curtainfic? And...um...oh, god, I've really got nothing else to even say.

Title: Curving Like the Ocean Toward You
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount 20,500
Author's Note:

angelgazing, I'm apparently determined to write a ridiculously long love song to you in every fandom we share; this is the H50 edition, and I hope it passes muster. And

hermette, thank you--for the plotting help, for hand-holding, for the amazing beta job. I love you guys ♥
Summary: If it ain't broke, fix it anyway.

( Curving Like the Ocean Toward You [1/2] )

I TOLD YOU GUYS THERE WOULD BE FIC TODAY.

So, what happened here, basically, is that

hermette and I were talking about our shared love for caught in a rainstorm/soaking wet and freezing cold h/c fic. And she said, it is a shame about H50 being set in Hawaii, because that kind of can't happen when it's warm all the time. And I said, PSHAW, PSHAW, I WILL WORK AROUND THAT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS PLOT DEVICE, HERE, LET IT BE STORY TIME.

And then she took all my crazed caplocked rambling and turned it into an outline for me. And then she cheered me on through writing the damned thing. AND THEN SHE BETA-READ IT FOR ME, BECAUSE SHE IS A GODDESS. Seriously, this fic would have languished in my brain for all eternity, but instead here it is, in all its. Er. Shamelessness? Glory? Shameless glory?

IN ANY CASE: THANK YOU,

hermette. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS NONSENSE AS A TOKEN OF MY LOVE.

Title: bring you out under this flooded sky at any price
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~6800
Summary: In which Danny puts his family first, New Jersey weather is as unpleasant as advertised, and absolutely no one is impressed with Steve.

( bring you out under this flooded sky at any price )