halfway gone!

[anamuan]

I've passed 150k words this year, which is half of my yearly goal for getyourwordsout. Obviously this means I'm volunteering to write you commentfic.

Rules:♠I will write for: Inception, Merlin, J2, Generation Kill, JE, Gundam Wing, the odd Jdrama maybe. I mightmightmight be able to be bullied into writing for Hawaii 5-0

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steve/danno bromance

[anamuan]

Steve invites Danny back after they wrap the case because it's about 6 pm on a Thursday evening. Drug runners have been thwarted, the beautiful state of Hawaii is safe once again, and Danny needs to be educated on what counts as good food. Danny agrees because it's 6 pm on a Thursday afternoon, and what else is he going to do? Besides, Steve's tv is ginormous.

They fight over who gets more space on the couch, what they're going to watch on tv, and what to order for dinner. They agree on beer worth drinking and...no, just the beer. They disagree vehemently on the probable dangers lurking in the ocean, and Steve is, once again, unable to convince Danny into coming on an easy three-mile swim with him.

"The water'll be good for your knee," Steve tries.

"The water will be awful for your cast. You know, some people, some people, just some, with broken arms have the common sense not to go swimming with them. They might think, "Oh, well, I'll give it a little bit of time to heal, that's what I'll do." But not Steve McGarrett, no. Steve McGarrett thinks, "I just fell a short distance down a mountain, set my own fucking arm with a bit of duct tape, and then climbed back up the fucking mountain. Clearly some more duct tape and a plastic bag are more than enough to hold up against the fucking ocean. Duct tape is almost as invincible as I think I am," that's what Steve McGarrett thinks."

"I went for a swim this morning," Steve points out when Danny (eventually) pauses for breath. "And yesterday morning. And the morning before that. I haven't gotten my cast wet yet."

Danny throws up his hands in supplication, and begs the heavens for a partner who isn't insane. When the heavens fail to respond, Danny says, "Besides, I didn't bring swim trunks."

"Do you even own swim trunks?" Because, really, for a man who lives on a tropical island paradise, Danny reacts to salt water like he's allergic.

"No," Danny says, very smug, and Steve lets it drop. As much as Danny needs educating about what the ocean is for, he doesn't need to see Danny's bare ass to do it. He'll buy him fucking swim trunks or something. Or maybe a speedo. There's a ridiculously flashy tourist shop on the boardwalk that carries them in patterns like leaping dolphins or tiger stripes. Steve thinks he'll give them to Danny in front of half the precinct.

Danny narrows his eyes at him. "What. What are you thinking? You're thinking something, and I don't like it. You look way too smug about whatever it is that you're thinking for me to like it."

"Nothing, Danno," Steve singsongs, and changes the channel.

"Fuck you, I was watching that," Danny says, stealing the remote and changing the channel back. Steve threatens to make Danny sleep on the couch for that, but of course Danny stays in the guest room instead. Like always.