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Dear H50 people on my flist:
I'm in the mood to write some H50 fic, but I'm not sure what, or how much, or how long, because sometimes I have days like this where the words are not readily apparent. SO: comment, yo. Gimme prompts, yo. IDEAS, YO, I WANTS THEM.
Basic rules: I make no promises about actually writing what you've prompted, because ( Read more... )
I'm in the mood to write some H50 fic, but I'm not sure what, or how much, or how long, because sometimes I have days like this where the words are not readily apparent. SO: comment, yo. Gimme prompts, yo. IDEAS, YO, I WANTS THEM.
Basic rules: I make no promises about actually writing what you've prompted, because ( Read more... )
"No."
"Please? C'mon, please?"
"I said no! What about that is so hard for you, the 'n' or the 'o'?"
"... both, all of it. The part where it isn't 'yes.' You don't even have a legitimate reason why not and--"
"Oh, so I need to explain myself to you now? Ok, fine, here goes: we cannot get a puppy, Steven, because there will be no one around to take care of it."
"That's not true, we'd be taking care of it."
"When, exactly, would we be doing this? And it is most certainly not we, babe, it is you because I refuse to have any part in this at all."
"You don't give me, or you, enough credit."
"Steve, we both work ridiculous hours. When we come home all we wanna do is crack a cold one and pass the hell out. Dogs need... they need stimulation, they need to be fed and watered and played with and exercised, and groomed and all sorts of other things neither you nor myself have the time for right now."
"So... you're saying there's a chance?"
"No, I'm-- oh no, no no no, don't you even start, do not start with the face, Steven, I am warning you."
Steve is pouting, is an all-out onslaught of a pout, and its beginning to tremble. His eyes have gotten very large and round and they're getting glassy; oh, he is so not gonna get emotional about this, he is not.
Danny scrubs at his face with his hands, covers his eyes so he doesn't have to witness such an embarrassing display, but he can feel Steve leaning in closer to him, so close he can feel the other man's body heat, so he cracks and eye and groans at his stupidity.
Steve is about a centimeter from his face, eyes huge and round as saucers, and there are goddamn tears caught in his eyelashes, and Danny feels the same way he does when Grace pulls this sort of stunt, and he can't stand it, it's worse when Steve does it, so he throws his hands up in defeat.
"Ok, alright! We'll... Jesus Christ, we'll go pick out a fucking puppy, ok?! Just, for the love of everything, stop looking at me like that!"
Steve's demeanor instantly changes, and Danny feels a swell of anger at being tricked, at not realizing Steve was such a good actor, but the anger dissipates quickly because Steve is laughing now. He's all goofy smile and awkwardly long limbs, which he is throwing those long arms around Danny's shoulders and kissing him, all over his face.
"Thank you! See, that wasn't so hard! This is gonna be awesome, Danno, and Grace can come over and play with him, the dog, and help us take care of it and-- oh my God, she can help pick it out!"
Steve is practically bouncing with delight, and it's all Danny can do to control his urge to just have the man right there.
"Whatever you want, babe, but after I have a drink. I'm gonna need it, I think..."
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Because you KNOW Steve is totally the puppy out of the two of them when it comes to their relationship. He wants the puppy because IT WOULD BE HIM IN DOG FORM. DUH. :D
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OH MY FUCKING GOD HEARTS IN MY MOTHERFUCKING EYES, GIANT ONES, THE BIGGEST HEARTS OF THEM ALL
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IVE GOT HEARTS IN MY EYES FOR YOUR TAGS IN THIS POST OMFG.
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