[@itwoodbeprefect submitted:] showing up late with starbucks etc for the wip tag game: can i. can i say 1, 2 AND 7 for h50? because i was going to say 1 and 2 from the things that hadnât been picked yet and then i saw 7. (and also. if you want to. iâd love to hear anything at all about huggy & pete!)
me? turn down an opportunity to talk about my wips? itâs even less likely than youâd think (also tbf i very much did also send you four so. fair turnaround)
Spinning Faster Than The Plane That Took You (I Donât Want To Miss You Like This)
Youâd expect this to be post-Aloha, wouldnât you? but ha! itâs not! tricked and fooled! itâs intra-Ka I'o, which is a far more depressing place to be. Basically thereâs this one very very brief shot of Danny, when he first hears Steveâs voice over the phone after heâs been dark in Mexico for months - this one - and the sheer emotion Scott Caan conveyed in those three seconds pushed me into writing an entire ficlet of Dannyâs POV on those months. itâs. well letâs be honest itâs sad and one of those fics that comes out of the woodwork to challenge my assertion that I donât write angst. But we all know that plotline ends in hotel-bed sharing h/c (âŠas Iâve already written) so itâs okay. also i know i said they were all / in the heading but thereâs actually a decent chance this will be one of my trademark âcould be & or / shrug emoji up to youâ specials.
Danny usually changes his phone background pretty regularly, cycling through new and old photos of his kids with occasional cameos from other family and/or ohana members. When Steve left, it had been a shot of Grace teaching Charlie to balance on a surfboard at the edge of Steveâs beach, with Steve in his stupid low-slung swim shorts hovering just out of armâs reach watching them.
It stays as that for one week, two weeks, a month, two months and more. Until Dannyâs pushing down the feeling that it might be an âin memoriamâ photo every time his phone lights up, and still canât bring himself to change it, because what if the next time it lights up with news that Steveâs safe? What if keeping this moment of Steve at his most antithetical to whatever it is heâs doing right now â soft and happy and paternal, with sandburn the greatest danger in mind; but simultaneously with a stance borne from exactly the same instinct that drove him to Mexico in the first place â concern for and protection of his family, whether necessary or deserved or neither â what if thatâs somehow the only thing reaching across the miles between them and tying Steve to life?
Itâs a stupid thought, and Danny should know better by now than to tie his anxiety to stupid superstitions, but any time heâs clicked into his photos heâs just been presented with the absence of Steve from the last months. The absence of any photos from the last months, really, apart from a couple of Charlie, because when you spend your days working and your nights trying to stop yourself from falling back into a bottle and from there into a pattern of alcoholism you thought youâd left behind ten years ago, thereâs not a lot of photo opportunities.
Okay, this one is a lot more usual fare. I havenât worked on it for a while bc state of disrepairâs been taking up the longh50fic portion of my brain but I will go back to it eventually bc. undercover as honeymooners! theyâre undercover as honeymooners! at a resort! to catch a husband-wife jewel thief team! Steve comes into it going 'oh, this is the perfect opportunity to push one of us (Danny) into some kind of action on the thing we both obviously know about but wonât admit (that weâre in love with each other)â while Danny, whoâs POV, spends the entire time going 'why is Steve being so absolutely painful in aggravating my definitely unrequited love/lust that he definitely doesnât know aboutâ until Steve finally breaks and calls him an idiot. Thereâs a creepy fish lamp (which is a real thing in the actual Four Seasons Lanai suites, where they are) that Danny instantly develops a grudge against.
âThe point is-â Danny said, and was about to hit Steve in the chest with the back of his hand to emphasise said point when, in rapid succession, three things happened: the boat hit an outlandishly large wave, Danny lost his footing and almost his champagne, and Steveâs quick reflexes and occasional chivalrous instincts kicked in. The combined result of which was that all of a sudden Steve was holding two champagne flutes with one hand and Danny with the other.
Well, that was a slightly unfair description. Steveâs hand was on Danny, specifically on his lower back, but he was also using his entire arm and somehow most of his torso to hold him.
Meaning Danny was essentially plastered against Steve.
And, this being a reciprocal relationship, Steve was plastered against Danny.
And if anything, the hand on his back seemed to be pressing him even closer.
 Behind them, someone let out an âawwâ, and Steveâs expression twisted up into something that was half-smirk and half-fond grin. He held the champagne flutes out to Danny, and Danny took them numbly and without protest, because his brain was spending all its focus telling his body not to react to having Steve pressed against him through what he was rapidly realising had to be the worldâs thinnest t-shirt.
Doing anything without protest was a mistake when it came to Steve. Danny was reminded of this fact when the next thing Steve did with his now-free hand was raise it to Dannyâs face, lean down, and kiss him.
The Irritating, Annoying, Infuriating, (Effective) Seduction Techniques of One Steven J. McGarrett
Okay, so this one was directly inspired by Deus Ex Girlfriend sending me round the bend, and doesnât currently have much other than the title and what-will-end-up-as-the-blurb actually written down, but itâs on the back burner of my mind as a Fun Easy one to fill up one of my Fun Easy slots next year. it starts out with Danny accidentally getting Steve to taste pasta sauce off Dannyâs fingers and ends up with Steve hand-feeding Danny Indian takeaway because like I said Deus Ex Girlfriend drove me insane. the aforementioned blurb:
Danny manages to gather enough breath to ask, âHowâŠ?â
âOh, itâs good, Danny,â Steve husks, low in the back of his throat, maintaining steady eye contact.
He definitely wasnât talking about the sauce.
Steve didnât actually get nicknamed 'Smooth Dogâ for nothing.
my best friends Huggy and PeteâŠ. Pete starts fairly unobtrusively hanging around the Pits every afternoon, and Huggyâs like⊠okay. sure. guess Iâm babysitting now. and then notices that Pete seems to be taking specifically a lot of interest in the queer denizens of the Pits, and goes 'ah. okay. Iâm queersittingâ. Eventually Pete comes out as nb to Huggy before anyone else. Basically this is just an excuse for me to write a) genderqueer Pete and b) Aunty Huggy Bear and his Known Queer Safe Space The Pits
Huggy follows her gaze to the corner booth, where a stocky woman in straight jeans and a collared shirt with an open-to-closed button ratio to rival any of Starskyâs is sitting. Sheâs got one arm flung out along the back of the seat and the other around the curvaceous, dark-haired lady sitting close enough to in her lap that her flared skirt is draping over both their legs.
âThatâs Bertha,â he tells Pete with a deliberate blandness. âAnd her girlfriend, Andi.â
He doesnât really expect a bad reaction from a kid with Peteâs fashion - and nickname - tastes, who spends half their time around Starsky and Hutch and who clearly came to the Pits with some kinda crisis of her own, but Hug hadnât got where heâd got by not being careful. He didnât get where heâd got with bad instincts, neither, which was backed up well enough when Peteâs response was a breathy, âSheâs so cool.â
âUgh. My guinea pig never has to think about this stuff.â
Huggy still wasnât sure precisely what the stuff in question was, but thatâd play out eventually. Meantimes, âYou have a guinea pig?â
Pete looked up at him, brightening slightly. âYeah. Uncle Starsky gave her to me. Heâd called her Louise, but that was a stupid name. Sheâs called Flamer now.â
