yo wip words. i shall also be bold: flower, rain, candles (...i may have written 'flower' in this context and instantly gotten I Want To Be In Love stuck in my head. so if there's no candles, then wine. and if there's no wine, take your pick of the nouns in I Want To Be In Love)
options AND a soundtrack! i love it. <3
this is from something which has been mostly done for maybe years but refuses to come to a final few paragraphs that work, and is thus yet to be posted (some day! probably). the entire fic is mostly back and forth after starsky casually asks hutch to tell starsky's girlfriend that yes, they do sleep together sometimes, if she happens to ask:
“You know,” Starsky says, picking up a sunflower seed that’s come loose from one of the crackers on Hutch’s plate. “Say you don’t like girls, just for pretend. To avoid making things awkward.”
That last bit is what really gets Hutch’s mind reeling. “No,” he says, and tries to figure out a way to express just how strongly he means no, and then gives up because it’s probably a lost cause. “I can’t be your gay friend.”
“Why not? I’d be your gay friend.”
there's no unposted rain! bafflingly, until the day i maybe actually write more than a sentence for the starsky and hutch caught in the rain fic i've been rotating in my mind for the past year, the best i can do is some damp vibes straight from my mind. i'm sending them to you now.
oh, okay. okay okay. we've got a hit! and this, god, is probably my most indulgent current little pet project.
it's a century of love fic, which. the basic premise of this show (probably my favorite thing i watched all of last year. not the BEST, though it is also genuinely good, but my favorite) is that in 1924 bangkok a man's fiancée sacrifices her life to save his, and he's so consumed by grief he eats half of a magical stone at a goddess's shrine to live for another 100 years, temporarily immortal but cursed to endure nightly magical torture pain, in hopes of finding her reincarnation, reversing the curse, and getting a second chance at their happy end. only then in 2024 he finally finds this person, this fated soulmate of his who he already promised to love and cherish, and shock! horror! it's a man.
and it's a man who at first has no clue what's going on, so for a while we've got a situation in which they keep running into each other and from vee's (modern man) POV he keeps having weird meetcutes with a handsome guy who gets SO nervous around him he runs away, while san (124 years old) is in some sort of psychological thriller (haunted by the bisexuality he’s been assigned By Fate, but too instilled with old-fashioned values to realize it's okay if he's into it. or that he's into it).
but the thing is. vee works at a convenience store. and the location they used to film this is also the main location that was used to film Love In Translation, an entirely different tv series which happens to star the same lead actors but this time as enemies-to-lovers co-owners of the store. who at one point get together, and then immediately start breaking down their own store as they have sex, and with Century Of Love being a show where the plot hinges on reincarnation and in which a big question is whether people remember their past lives, and with san at one point unwillingly lurking around the store to talk to vee (for reasons), well. i was a little shocked and appalled that no one seemed to have written the obvious crossover yet, in whatever form that may take, so now i have one going in which poor, poor san is having a very trying time, and is unsure why he feels that someone should delete the footage from the security cameras. this will probably never get finished, and it also probably makes far too detailed specific references to Love In Translation (a harmlessly sweet show, but not a particularly good one. or one that many people remember well, including myself, honestly), but oh, i'm having fun with it!
all that to say, perhaps underwhelmingly by now:
There's a flash of- Something. Late nights alone with this incredibly annoying man, quiet but bothered, careful but barely able to stand it, and then it's dark and there are instant noodles and scented candles strewn across the floor of an abandoned aisle and his fingers are hot and-
"Hey, are you okay?" There's a hand on his, which is white-knuckled on the edge of the checkout counter.
He snatches his hand away, because it's Vee again, and that's the last thing he needs.
to add something from a fandom you're actually in and because i couldn't find any wine anywhere (everyone keeps drinking beer), here's something about walking out a door (I have watched as all my dreams went walking out the door / And I think I deserve just a little more).
this is from an unposted chapter on one of my two h50 wips on ao3, covered in cobwebs but alive in my heart, and is preceded by post-swim steve wandering into the kitchen where danny (in this AU renting a room in the mcgarrett house) is eating cereal, which of course sparks a round of bickering:
And then Steve grins at him, and wanders off – shirtlessly, but dripping less and less – to go take a shower.
As Danny watches Steve’s stupidly manly shoulders disappear through the door, it’s hard not to notice that that kind of exit has become a pattern with them. Not necessarily the shower, the dripping or even the shirtlessness, but certainly the grin. It sort of puts a question mark next to Danny’s conviction that what they’re doing is actually fighting.
and there's mention of a shower too! on-demand rain! maybe!
