Untitled Steve/Danny snippet - 1 of GOD I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY
SO HERE'S THE THING.
I'm getting involved in fandom, sort of, now, and so I find myself reading a lot of little bits of fiction on people's journals that I may not have really been exposed to previously. I love seeing these bits, and hearing how people are shaping their own personal canon for the show, and I find myself a bit jealous of their clear vision and ability to put words together.
THE THING, HERE IT IS; I am actually a writer, I'm just not a PROSE writer. I am a poet. I write poetry. I do it pretty well, I think, and while I'll probably never get together the will or volume of work to publish, I'm ok with it, because I enjoy what I write. This is why, for all my many, many years being around prose writers and reading prose writing and LOVING LONG SENTENCES, I've never really forayed into the medium myself.
But friending these people on their journals and reading the little short stuff, I realize that maybe this is something I CAN do, maybe I can write something little, something that's almost a poem, with no plot or point or goal, just images illustrated beautifully. That's what poets do after all, and aren't I a poet?
AND SO; I give you A Snippet, untitled, and possibly the first of more to come. This is Hawaii Five-0, because that's the fandom eating my brain right now, but I am a fandom whore so other things will possibly appear if this little experiment works to my satisfaction. What will my satisfaction be? I have no idea.
(note: this header thing, I have no experience with making one. I have no idea how important it is. I'll put something here anyhow.)
Title: UNTITLED
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Warnings: Excessive navel-gazery? Purple prose? I don't know.
Disclaimer: Not mine? Also not real? And I fully disclaim any profit from these works. Hah.
Danny's favorite evenings are the ones where he comes home, and Steve is already there.
It doesn't happen very often, Steve being the man he is, incapable of letting something go, always the last one filling out paper work by the light of his computer screen and the glow of a lonely desk lamp. If Steve does get off work at a human hour, it's usually for some reason that means Danny rides with him in the truck, the both of them heading home together. That's nice too, bickering over music in the car or talking about what they'll be having for dinner (pasta or grilled chicken), and who'll be making it (whoever doesn't want to do the dishes).
But occasionally, Danny will be the one with too much paperwork, when he's been loaned out on a difficult case to HPD, or when he goes on a solo call that turns out more complicated than it appeared. On those days, it means that much more to be able to come home to a house with lit windows and warm smells inside.
Danny also loves it when Steve cooks. When Steve cooks, things just don't seem to end up that dirty. Whether it was growing up with his father, or the boarding schools he'd gone to, or the years of military training that left Steve incapable of leaving cut ends of carrots beside the sink, Danny has no problem taking advantage of previously formed habits. When Steve cooks, all Danny usually has to do is load the dishwasher and wipe down the counters. When Danny cooks, Steve always ends up bitching about containers left out with their lids off, and opened bottles of wine with two inches in the bottom. In those cases, Danny just smirks until Steve swears and drinks off the last of the wine, closes the containers and puts them away in the fridge, and then he'll move in close and put his hands up under the back of Steve's shirt, resting the tips of his fingers against Steve's spine, and Steve loses track of whatever thing he was complaining about. There also doesn't tend to be much cleaning after that point, so Danny's gotten in the habit of wiping down the counters himself, though he still leaves containers out.
It's good to give Steve something to keep his hands busy, and when he's been annoyed, he always kisses Danny just a little bit rougher, distracted from his caution and restraint. Danny has a whole file in his head of ways to try and distract Steve. He'll be a long time working his way through the list, but Danny figures patience is a virtue.
I'm getting involved in fandom, sort of, now, and so I find myself reading a lot of little bits of fiction on people's journals that I may not have really been exposed to previously. I love seeing these bits, and hearing how people are shaping their own personal canon for the show, and I find myself a bit jealous of their clear vision and ability to put words together.
THE THING, HERE IT IS; I am actually a writer, I'm just not a PROSE writer. I am a poet. I write poetry. I do it pretty well, I think, and while I'll probably never get together the will or volume of work to publish, I'm ok with it, because I enjoy what I write. This is why, for all my many, many years being around prose writers and reading prose writing and LOVING LONG SENTENCES, I've never really forayed into the medium myself.
But friending these people on their journals and reading the little short stuff, I realize that maybe this is something I CAN do, maybe I can write something little, something that's almost a poem, with no plot or point or goal, just images illustrated beautifully. That's what poets do after all, and aren't I a poet?
AND SO; I give you A Snippet, untitled, and possibly the first of more to come. This is Hawaii Five-0, because that's the fandom eating my brain right now, but I am a fandom whore so other things will possibly appear if this little experiment works to my satisfaction. What will my satisfaction be? I have no idea.
(note: this header thing, I have no experience with making one. I have no idea how important it is. I'll put something here anyhow.)
Title: UNTITLED
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Warnings: Excessive navel-gazery? Purple prose? I don't know.
Disclaimer: Not mine? Also not real? And I fully disclaim any profit from these works. Hah.
Danny's favorite evenings are the ones where he comes home, and Steve is already there.
It doesn't happen very often, Steve being the man he is, incapable of letting something go, always the last one filling out paper work by the light of his computer screen and the glow of a lonely desk lamp. If Steve does get off work at a human hour, it's usually for some reason that means Danny rides with him in the truck, the both of them heading home together. That's nice too, bickering over music in the car or talking about what they'll be having for dinner (pasta or grilled chicken), and who'll be making it (whoever doesn't want to do the dishes).
But occasionally, Danny will be the one with too much paperwork, when he's been loaned out on a difficult case to HPD, or when he goes on a solo call that turns out more complicated than it appeared. On those days, it means that much more to be able to come home to a house with lit windows and warm smells inside.
Danny also loves it when Steve cooks. When Steve cooks, things just don't seem to end up that dirty. Whether it was growing up with his father, or the boarding schools he'd gone to, or the years of military training that left Steve incapable of leaving cut ends of carrots beside the sink, Danny has no problem taking advantage of previously formed habits. When Steve cooks, all Danny usually has to do is load the dishwasher and wipe down the counters. When Danny cooks, Steve always ends up bitching about containers left out with their lids off, and opened bottles of wine with two inches in the bottom. In those cases, Danny just smirks until Steve swears and drinks off the last of the wine, closes the containers and puts them away in the fridge, and then he'll move in close and put his hands up under the back of Steve's shirt, resting the tips of his fingers against Steve's spine, and Steve loses track of whatever thing he was complaining about. There also doesn't tend to be much cleaning after that point, so Danny's gotten in the habit of wiping down the counters himself, though he still leaves containers out.
It's good to give Steve something to keep his hands busy, and when he's been annoyed, he always kisses Danny just a little bit rougher, distracted from his caution and restraint. Danny has a whole file in his head of ways to try and distract Steve. He'll be a long time working his way through the list, but Danny figures patience is a virtue.