H50 ficlet: Freak Out
Title: Freak Out
Pairing/Characters: Steve/Danny
Genre: humour, Halloween fic
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of yuckiness
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show
Disclaimer: I don't know what they're planning for the characters this Halloween; nor are they paying me for story ideas!
Beta: me, myself and I
Summary: Danny doesn't much care for Steve's choice in Halloween costumes
Author’s Notes: A H50 Steve & Danny early Halloween and birthday gift fic for my darlink kaige68, written from the prompts supplied by tkeylasunset's weekend challenge at 1_million_words! Happy Birthday, babe! *smooches*
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
"Absolutely not! No way. Forget it. I'll just stay home."
"Why? Jesus, Danny, you were the one who said we should go out and do something, since Grace is trick or treating with her friends this year."
"Yeah, but that was before I let you choose our costumes."
"What? You said you didn't have time. You do it, you told me. I asked you then if you had any preferences and you said… and I quote, 'whatever you choose, babe.' I took that to mean that I should actually choose, and that you'd be fine with that choice."
"That was before you actually chose."
"So you're telling me that the reason why you don't want to go is because of the costume I got you?"
"Not so much the costume you got me..."
"Really? You like the pirate costume?"
"The pirate is fine."
"Uh… so… it's my costume you don't like?"
An expressive look was the only response Steve got to that.
"What's wrong with zombies?"
"What's… what's wrong with them? Do you really want me to tell you?"
"It's a perfectly common Halloween costume, Danny. How many Halloweens have you got through without seeing at least one zombie?"
The full-bodied shudder that Danny managed was enough to clue Steve in. He grinned widely.
"What?"
"They freak you out, don't they?"
"They do not freak me out. They're just gross, that's all."
"They freak you out."
"They don't freak me out. I just… I'm not going anywhere with you with… bits falling off you."
"So… if I was to mention that this costume includes a fake brain that looks like someone squished-"
"Okay, enough!" The hand gestures were getting really frantic now.
"And the gooey hands have this realistic-looking-"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Steve couldn't stop grinning at the growing look of discomfit on Danny's face.
"Okay, you win! They freak me the fuck out. Are you happy? Now, do you want me to make rice krispies for this thing or not?"
Steve's grin reduced. "Your rice krispies are the best, Danno."
"Then take that thing back to the damned costume store and get something that doesn't look so all-out freaky, or not only will I not go to the party with you, but there will be no rice krispies to take."
Steve grabbed the car keys. "On my way."
"Thank Christ for that, you freak."
"Love you too, Danny!"
~//~
Pairing/Characters: Steve/Danny
Genre: humour, Halloween fic
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of yuckiness
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show
Disclaimer: I don't know what they're planning for the characters this Halloween; nor are they paying me for story ideas!
Beta: me, myself and I
Summary: Danny doesn't much care for Steve's choice in Halloween costumes
Author’s Notes: A H50 Steve & Danny early Halloween and birthday gift fic for my darlink kaige68, written from the prompts supplied by tkeylasunset's weekend challenge at 1_million_words! Happy Birthday, babe! *smooches*
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
"Absolutely not! No way. Forget it. I'll just stay home."
"Why? Jesus, Danny, you were the one who said we should go out and do something, since Grace is trick or treating with her friends this year."
"Yeah, but that was before I let you choose our costumes."
"What? You said you didn't have time. You do it, you told me. I asked you then if you had any preferences and you said… and I quote, 'whatever you choose, babe.' I took that to mean that I should actually choose, and that you'd be fine with that choice."
"That was before you actually chose."
"So you're telling me that the reason why you don't want to go is because of the costume I got you?"
"Not so much the costume you got me..."
"Really? You like the pirate costume?"
"The pirate is fine."
"Uh… so… it's my costume you don't like?"
An expressive look was the only response Steve got to that.
"What's wrong with zombies?"
"What's… what's wrong with them? Do you really want me to tell you?"
"It's a perfectly common Halloween costume, Danny. How many Halloweens have you got through without seeing at least one zombie?"
The full-bodied shudder that Danny managed was enough to clue Steve in. He grinned widely.
"What?"
"They freak you out, don't they?"
"They do not freak me out. They're just gross, that's all."
"They freak you out."
"They don't freak me out. I just… I'm not going anywhere with you with… bits falling off you."
"So… if I was to mention that this costume includes a fake brain that looks like someone squished-"
"Okay, enough!" The hand gestures were getting really frantic now.
"And the gooey hands have this realistic-looking-"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Steve couldn't stop grinning at the growing look of discomfit on Danny's face.
"Okay, you win! They freak me the fuck out. Are you happy? Now, do you want me to make rice krispies for this thing or not?"
Steve's grin reduced. "Your rice krispies are the best, Danno."
"Then take that thing back to the damned costume store and get something that doesn't look so all-out freaky, or not only will I not go to the party with you, but there will be no rice krispies to take."
Steve grabbed the car keys. "On my way."
"Thank Christ for that, you freak."
"Love you too, Danny!"
~//~