island boys [a ficmix] Steve/Danny
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Let's see if i can manage to post a fanmix WITHOUT writing a backstory.
ETA: Yeah, that worked...not at all.
One Week ~ Barenaked Ladies
How can I help it if I think you’re funny where you’re mad
Trying hard not to laugh, though I feel bad
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
I know, I know, there are two songs by the same artist in this mix, but this should be their theme song. Nobody can tell me different.
Lollipop ~ Mika
I went walking with my mama one day
When she warned me what people say
Live your life until love is found
Or love’s gonna get you down
So I have to admit that a good 80% of my love for this song is imagining Gracie singing that last verse at the end, and then picturing the look on Danny’s face after she calmly explains that he needs to get himself a Step Stan. And Danny has to splutter helplessly for a moment while he thinks of child-appropriate words to say NO HE DOES NOT, THANKS, and when he’s finished Grace just looks at him and says, “What about a Step Steve?” And skips off with her ponytails swinging, holding a lollipop bigger than her face.
Car Crash ~ Matt Nathanson
I want to feel a car crash
‘cause I’m dying on the inside
I want to let go and know that I’ll be alright,
Alright.
Now this song pretty much encapsulates what Danny figures is the inside of Steve's brain. Because Steve is not at all Step Anything material. He blows shit up and jumps off cliffs and punches people in the face and nearly gets shot for a living, just-and maybe Danny fumbles out something about that when they’ve hit the bar after the boat hostage disaster and Danny’s insides are still quivering from how close, how fucking close everything came to killing Steve, so he blurts it out and feels awful, instantly. Only. Only Steve’s face goes kind of quiet and blank, which is worse, and Danny throws an arm around his shoulders and Steve just leans into him, head down, and mutters something that could be Gonna try harder, Danno, except, well. They’re pretty sloshed by then. Steve could be talking about dolphins.
Island Boy ~ Kenny Chesney
He’s an island boy
Yeah, he’s an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Steve is…odd after that. Danny would say better, except Danny’s kind of freaked out by how careful Steve is being; waiting for back-up, negotiating instead of breaking fingers, avoiding cliffs in high speed chases. He actually declines to blow something up, which just gets him cornered by Chin who gives him a stern talking too about freaking out Kono, who had been sort of banking on Steve’s inability to go into a building full of C4 without lighting a fuse to buy her time to get more cover. Steve buys her lunch for a week to apologize, and then goes and Mirandizes every single person they haul in.
It’s freaking unnerving.
He’s even nicer about the music in the damn car, though at one point he slips in a CD (like he thinks Danny won’t notice) and keeps sneaking pointed looks at Danny when the beach bum cowboy wails about no ties and tiki bars and how awesome it is in Hawaii, yeehaw, until Danny wants to punch something, because why-why would Steve go all Stepford if he didn’t even want to be-
Ohhhh.
Be My Yoko Ono ~ Barenaked Ladies
Now that I’m far away it doesn’t seem to me to be such a pain
To have you hanging off my ankle like some kind of ball and chain
So Danny buys flowers-with the understanding that it’s the only way he knows how to say he’s both interested and he has fucked up, and also fully expecting to chicken out and shove them in the back before Steve can see, and never think of it again. He does not bank on Steve deciding Danny’s car is the one they need to race to the airport in to stop a gang of international snake smugglers, and he does not count on being demoted to shot gun in his own damn car. (He should have, but that’s not the point.)
The point is, he almost sits on the bouquet before he remembers it’s there, and then he almost sits on it because he remembers it’s there, but Steve’s reflexes are like lightning, baby, and the flowers are shoved in Danny’s arms the split second before Steve’s foot shoves the gas pedal to the floor.
“Hot date?” Steve asks as they take a hairpin turn at 90mph, but Danny’s a little too concerned with Not Dying to answer, and then they’ve got the baddies on the ground before he even has the extra brain power to be kind, rewind, and figure out that weird note in Steve’s tone was one big clusterfuck of badly concealed hurt. And by then the flowers are a mangled, barely recognizable mess, clutched to within an inch of their life and then some, so it’s really a handful of broken stems and bruised petals when he shoves it into Steve’s hands and barks, “Yeah, I was kinda hoping.”
And Steve looks at the flowers, then back at Danny, and his whole face lights up like a sunrise over Hana bay.
Roll To Me ~ Del Amitri
And look into your heart, pretty baby
Is it aching with some nameless need?
Is there something wrong and you can’t put your finger on it?
Right then, roll to me
They still fight, and bicker, and rescue damsels and catch the bad guys and go for beer and eat pizza on Steve’s couch and go back to bitching about the radio, and it’s so not different that it blows Danny’s mind a little bit, because how is he this lucky? How did he get to keep everything he had with Steve and just get more, because now when Steve is being unreasonable about the music in the car Danny can just reach over and cup a hand around his dick, and Steve goes absolutely silent. And when Danny gets so frustrated with Rachel and Step Stan and he starts missing Grace so bad it hurts, Steve can distract him with kisses, long lazy make-out sessions that turn into hard, passionate fucks.
Because yes. The sex is awesome. If Danny does say so himself.
But god, he loves the fighting. Not fighting was what killed him and Rachel, holding all these little problems so close to the vest because they didn’t know how the other would take it, until it just built into this huge fucking thing that destroyed them both. If Steve doesn’t get that-if Steve panics a couple times thinking that one of these fights Danny isn’t going to come back-then Danny is more than willing to stick around and prove him wrong.
Something Beautiful ~ Needtobreathe
In your ocean I make a leap
I feel the waves crashing on my feet
It’s like I know where I need to be
But I can’t figure out, I can’t figure out
Just how much air I will need to breathe
So they’re together. And they stay together. And suddenly it’s seven months later and Rachel is calling Steve to ask about a birthday present for Danny like she wasn’t married to him for five years, and Gracie comes running up to them on the beach and presses a shell into Steve’s hand, and she calls him Step Steve.
Steve looks like he got hit in the face with an octopus. So Danny uses some of his great diversionary tactics (“Look, monkey, DOLPHINS!”) and twines their fingers together when Grace skips down the beach, asks, “Hey, you okay?”
Steve just looks so lost it’s kind of adorable, like he worked this hard to prove himself and now he can’t believe he pulled it off, can’t believe they haven’t kicked him to the curb by now.
“You’re such an idiot,” Danny grins maybe a little too gleefully, kissing him as firmly as he knows how, letting Steve dig in and leave bruises from holding him like Danny would ever try to get away. “Idiot,” Danny repeats, pulling away just far enough to smack him on the ass and run.
Baby (You’ve Got What it Takes) ~ Michael Bublé & Sharon Jones
It takes more than an effort to stay away from you
And it takes more than a lifetime to prove that I’ll be true
And it takes somebody special to make me say I do
And baby, you’ve got what it takes
Steve proposes in the middle of a freak rain storm in the middle of the forest in the middle of a blood-vessel bursting tirade Danny is going to drive into that thick skull if it kills him because heads are not bullet-proof, and Steve has to fucking stop trying to alter bullet trajectory with the power of his mind because he will die next time and what if they hadn’t found him? He’d been missing for three gut-churning, nerve-pinched, stress-induced-hallucination-filled days-
“What,” Danny cuts himself off, spluttering against rainwater as it spills down his face, down his chest, down his fingers where they’re locked in Steve’s shirt, “What did you just ask me?”
And Steve’s laughing as raindrops cling to his lashes and plaster his torn clothing to his skin, and Danny wants to take him somewhere and feed him within an inch of his life but he can’t because his partner is mentally handicapped. “Oh, that,” he says, hand tugging his drenched hair, “Um. Marry me, Danno?”
Danny’s moderately-raised voice was reported to be heard all the way at the bottom of the Volcano, but Danny blames Kono one hundred million percent for that. No way in hell did that HPD officer come up with the phrase, “And in the sudden silence, the birds settled like a hundred falling petals,” all by his lonesome.
Everything’s Right ~ Matt Wertz
Window’s down the night blows in
Tap a beat on the wheel as the tires spin
Until we’re there crank the radio
We’ll join in with the songs we know
Steve contorts himself until he flits lying down across the bench seat of the car Danny had to semi-legally obtain, his head on Danny’s lap, one bruised and bloody hand curled loosely around Danny’s leg. Danny keeps the radio off and takes every turn at ten miles an hour, focuses on the sound of Steve breathing, listens to the sound of his own pulse thumping back to life. And he thinks.
The hand he’s not using to drive with slips through Steve’s hair, and Danny thinks about how pissed he is that Steve asked him first.
You’re the One that I Want ~ McFly
I got chills, they’re multiplying
and I’m losing control
‘cause this power you’re supplying
It’s electrifying
Danny calls dibs on Chin as his best man, which should leave Steve with Kono as his maid of honor (since Mary can’t fly in until just before the ceremony and has an aversion to wedding parties like most people feel about Swine Flu)-thus setting everything right with the world. Only Steve goes and asks Kono to be his best man, and she grins like the evil mastermind she is and shows up in a full coat and tails, complete with a bow tie.
“I hate you,” Danny tells her while she fixes the knot in Danny’s tie. “So much.”
“Liar,” she informs him, “You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.”
And Danny’s trying to explain in his roundabout way that that isn’t true, at all, when two large and very familiar hands close over his eyes from behind, so Danny cuts short his rant long enough to remind Steve, “We’re not supposed to see each other before the wedding, moron.”
“Mmm,” Steve hums against his ear, and Danny does not lean into him, it’s a trick of the light. “So don’t look.”
“I don’t know why I ever thought you’d be one to follow rules,” Danny grumbles, not really feeling it.
“Me either,” Steve agrees, but when he tucks his face against Danny’s shoulder Danny can feel his smile slipping away. “Regretting this already?”
“The Navy must have pretty lousy standards,” Danny tells him, but it comes out so soft and stupidly fond he doesn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. “You think I would’ve said yes for one second if you weren’t The Guy?”
“The Guy?” Steve repeats, grin creeping back in. “Am I your guy, Danny Williams?”
Danny shrugs, realizing belatedly that they’ve started swaying to no particular rhythm. “Only if you put out on prom night.”
“Hm,” Steve says, “Will you wear my letterman jacket?”
Hawaiian Wedding Song ~ When Pigs Fly
Beneath a bower of hibiscus blooms
The ushers ask, “The groom’s side? Or the groom’s?”
The wedding march is Aloha Oe
And oh look! Instead of rice they’re throwing poi
Danny sort of wants to maim something when he claps eyes on Steve’s dress uniform as they meet in the antechamber outside. But it’s a distant sort of feeling, which must mean he’s getting soft. Or maturing as a person. All he does is raise an eyebrow and say, “I thought I was wearing white. Do you know how long it took to find a white tux on this island? One without bell-bottoms or pleats?”
Steve grins and cups Danny’s jaw and murmurs, “So many gender roles,” into his mouth, and someday soon Danny’s going to figure out how to be mad about being kissed before the preacher gets a chance to say they should, but not right now. Not when Danny goes to get a grip on Steve’s sides and bangs his fingers against-
“Is that a sword?”
“What did you think we were cutting the cake with?” Steve asks, taking Danny’s arm as the ukulele starts to play. “Plastic spoons?”
“I thought it would involve some sort of C4,” Danny says, only half joking, and Steve has to turn his face into Danny’s shoulder to hide his laughter as they take their first tangent steps down the aisle.
~ZipFile~
THE END OH MY GOD.
P.S. This is really obviously fiction, seeing as Hawaii doesn’t recognize same sex marriages,* but I figure Steve’s got some pretty decent pull with the Governor. And she seems like a pretty kick-ass lady. If she can stick out her neck to get criminals off her island, then I think she would to bring a little love.
*Since this has been posted the ACTUAL Governor of Hawaii has signed same-sex civil unions into law, giving gay and lesbian couples the same state rights as married partners. So that's a step in the right direction!
Let's see if i can manage to post a fanmix WITHOUT writing a backstory.
ETA: Yeah, that worked...not at all.
One Week ~ Barenaked Ladies
How can I help it if I think you’re funny where you’re mad
Trying hard not to laugh, though I feel bad
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
I know, I know, there are two songs by the same artist in this mix, but this should be their theme song. Nobody can tell me different.
Lollipop ~ Mika
I went walking with my mama one day
When she warned me what people say
Live your life until love is found
Or love’s gonna get you down
So I have to admit that a good 80% of my love for this song is imagining Gracie singing that last verse at the end, and then picturing the look on Danny’s face after she calmly explains that he needs to get himself a Step Stan. And Danny has to splutter helplessly for a moment while he thinks of child-appropriate words to say NO HE DOES NOT, THANKS, and when he’s finished Grace just looks at him and says, “What about a Step Steve?” And skips off with her ponytails swinging, holding a lollipop bigger than her face.
Car Crash ~ Matt Nathanson
I want to feel a car crash
‘cause I’m dying on the inside
I want to let go and know that I’ll be alright,
Alright.
Now this song pretty much encapsulates what Danny figures is the inside of Steve's brain. Because Steve is not at all Step Anything material. He blows shit up and jumps off cliffs and punches people in the face and nearly gets shot for a living, just-and maybe Danny fumbles out something about that when they’ve hit the bar after the boat hostage disaster and Danny’s insides are still quivering from how close, how fucking close everything came to killing Steve, so he blurts it out and feels awful, instantly. Only. Only Steve’s face goes kind of quiet and blank, which is worse, and Danny throws an arm around his shoulders and Steve just leans into him, head down, and mutters something that could be Gonna try harder, Danno, except, well. They’re pretty sloshed by then. Steve could be talking about dolphins.
Island Boy ~ Kenny Chesney
He’s an island boy
Yeah, he’s an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Steve is…odd after that. Danny would say better, except Danny’s kind of freaked out by how careful Steve is being; waiting for back-up, negotiating instead of breaking fingers, avoiding cliffs in high speed chases. He actually declines to blow something up, which just gets him cornered by Chin who gives him a stern talking too about freaking out Kono, who had been sort of banking on Steve’s inability to go into a building full of C4 without lighting a fuse to buy her time to get more cover. Steve buys her lunch for a week to apologize, and then goes and Mirandizes every single person they haul in.
It’s freaking unnerving.
He’s even nicer about the music in the damn car, though at one point he slips in a CD (like he thinks Danny won’t notice) and keeps sneaking pointed looks at Danny when the beach bum cowboy wails about no ties and tiki bars and how awesome it is in Hawaii, yeehaw, until Danny wants to punch something, because why-why would Steve go all Stepford if he didn’t even want to be-
Ohhhh.
Be My Yoko Ono ~ Barenaked Ladies
Now that I’m far away it doesn’t seem to me to be such a pain
To have you hanging off my ankle like some kind of ball and chain
So Danny buys flowers-with the understanding that it’s the only way he knows how to say he’s both interested and he has fucked up, and also fully expecting to chicken out and shove them in the back before Steve can see, and never think of it again. He does not bank on Steve deciding Danny’s car is the one they need to race to the airport in to stop a gang of international snake smugglers, and he does not count on being demoted to shot gun in his own damn car. (He should have, but that’s not the point.)
The point is, he almost sits on the bouquet before he remembers it’s there, and then he almost sits on it because he remembers it’s there, but Steve’s reflexes are like lightning, baby, and the flowers are shoved in Danny’s arms the split second before Steve’s foot shoves the gas pedal to the floor.
“Hot date?” Steve asks as they take a hairpin turn at 90mph, but Danny’s a little too concerned with Not Dying to answer, and then they’ve got the baddies on the ground before he even has the extra brain power to be kind, rewind, and figure out that weird note in Steve’s tone was one big clusterfuck of badly concealed hurt. And by then the flowers are a mangled, barely recognizable mess, clutched to within an inch of their life and then some, so it’s really a handful of broken stems and bruised petals when he shoves it into Steve’s hands and barks, “Yeah, I was kinda hoping.”
And Steve looks at the flowers, then back at Danny, and his whole face lights up like a sunrise over Hana bay.
Roll To Me ~ Del Amitri
And look into your heart, pretty baby
Is it aching with some nameless need?
Is there something wrong and you can’t put your finger on it?
Right then, roll to me
They still fight, and bicker, and rescue damsels and catch the bad guys and go for beer and eat pizza on Steve’s couch and go back to bitching about the radio, and it’s so not different that it blows Danny’s mind a little bit, because how is he this lucky? How did he get to keep everything he had with Steve and just get more, because now when Steve is being unreasonable about the music in the car Danny can just reach over and cup a hand around his dick, and Steve goes absolutely silent. And when Danny gets so frustrated with Rachel and Step Stan and he starts missing Grace so bad it hurts, Steve can distract him with kisses, long lazy make-out sessions that turn into hard, passionate fucks.
Because yes. The sex is awesome. If Danny does say so himself.
But god, he loves the fighting. Not fighting was what killed him and Rachel, holding all these little problems so close to the vest because they didn’t know how the other would take it, until it just built into this huge fucking thing that destroyed them both. If Steve doesn’t get that-if Steve panics a couple times thinking that one of these fights Danny isn’t going to come back-then Danny is more than willing to stick around and prove him wrong.
Something Beautiful ~ Needtobreathe
In your ocean I make a leap
I feel the waves crashing on my feet
It’s like I know where I need to be
But I can’t figure out, I can’t figure out
Just how much air I will need to breathe
So they’re together. And they stay together. And suddenly it’s seven months later and Rachel is calling Steve to ask about a birthday present for Danny like she wasn’t married to him for five years, and Gracie comes running up to them on the beach and presses a shell into Steve’s hand, and she calls him Step Steve.
Steve looks like he got hit in the face with an octopus. So Danny uses some of his great diversionary tactics (“Look, monkey, DOLPHINS!”) and twines their fingers together when Grace skips down the beach, asks, “Hey, you okay?”
Steve just looks so lost it’s kind of adorable, like he worked this hard to prove himself and now he can’t believe he pulled it off, can’t believe they haven’t kicked him to the curb by now.
“You’re such an idiot,” Danny grins maybe a little too gleefully, kissing him as firmly as he knows how, letting Steve dig in and leave bruises from holding him like Danny would ever try to get away. “Idiot,” Danny repeats, pulling away just far enough to smack him on the ass and run.
Baby (You’ve Got What it Takes) ~ Michael Bublé & Sharon Jones
It takes more than an effort to stay away from you
And it takes more than a lifetime to prove that I’ll be true
And it takes somebody special to make me say I do
And baby, you’ve got what it takes
Steve proposes in the middle of a freak rain storm in the middle of the forest in the middle of a blood-vessel bursting tirade Danny is going to drive into that thick skull if it kills him because heads are not bullet-proof, and Steve has to fucking stop trying to alter bullet trajectory with the power of his mind because he will die next time and what if they hadn’t found him? He’d been missing for three gut-churning, nerve-pinched, stress-induced-hallucination-filled days-
“What,” Danny cuts himself off, spluttering against rainwater as it spills down his face, down his chest, down his fingers where they’re locked in Steve’s shirt, “What did you just ask me?”
And Steve’s laughing as raindrops cling to his lashes and plaster his torn clothing to his skin, and Danny wants to take him somewhere and feed him within an inch of his life but he can’t because his partner is mentally handicapped. “Oh, that,” he says, hand tugging his drenched hair, “Um. Marry me, Danno?”
Danny’s moderately-raised voice was reported to be heard all the way at the bottom of the Volcano, but Danny blames Kono one hundred million percent for that. No way in hell did that HPD officer come up with the phrase, “And in the sudden silence, the birds settled like a hundred falling petals,” all by his lonesome.
Everything’s Right ~ Matt Wertz
Window’s down the night blows in
Tap a beat on the wheel as the tires spin
Until we’re there crank the radio
We’ll join in with the songs we know
Steve contorts himself until he flits lying down across the bench seat of the car Danny had to semi-legally obtain, his head on Danny’s lap, one bruised and bloody hand curled loosely around Danny’s leg. Danny keeps the radio off and takes every turn at ten miles an hour, focuses on the sound of Steve breathing, listens to the sound of his own pulse thumping back to life. And he thinks.
The hand he’s not using to drive with slips through Steve’s hair, and Danny thinks about how pissed he is that Steve asked him first.
You’re the One that I Want ~ McFly
I got chills, they’re multiplying
and I’m losing control
‘cause this power you’re supplying
It’s electrifying
Danny calls dibs on Chin as his best man, which should leave Steve with Kono as his maid of honor (since Mary can’t fly in until just before the ceremony and has an aversion to wedding parties like most people feel about Swine Flu)-thus setting everything right with the world. Only Steve goes and asks Kono to be his best man, and she grins like the evil mastermind she is and shows up in a full coat and tails, complete with a bow tie.
“I hate you,” Danny tells her while she fixes the knot in Danny’s tie. “So much.”
“Liar,” she informs him, “You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.”
And Danny’s trying to explain in his roundabout way that that isn’t true, at all, when two large and very familiar hands close over his eyes from behind, so Danny cuts short his rant long enough to remind Steve, “We’re not supposed to see each other before the wedding, moron.”
“Mmm,” Steve hums against his ear, and Danny does not lean into him, it’s a trick of the light. “So don’t look.”
“I don’t know why I ever thought you’d be one to follow rules,” Danny grumbles, not really feeling it.
“Me either,” Steve agrees, but when he tucks his face against Danny’s shoulder Danny can feel his smile slipping away. “Regretting this already?”
“The Navy must have pretty lousy standards,” Danny tells him, but it comes out so soft and stupidly fond he doesn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. “You think I would’ve said yes for one second if you weren’t The Guy?”
“The Guy?” Steve repeats, grin creeping back in. “Am I your guy, Danny Williams?”
Danny shrugs, realizing belatedly that they’ve started swaying to no particular rhythm. “Only if you put out on prom night.”
“Hm,” Steve says, “Will you wear my letterman jacket?”
Hawaiian Wedding Song ~ When Pigs Fly
Beneath a bower of hibiscus blooms
The ushers ask, “The groom’s side? Or the groom’s?”
The wedding march is Aloha Oe
And oh look! Instead of rice they’re throwing poi
Danny sort of wants to maim something when he claps eyes on Steve’s dress uniform as they meet in the antechamber outside. But it’s a distant sort of feeling, which must mean he’s getting soft. Or maturing as a person. All he does is raise an eyebrow and say, “I thought I was wearing white. Do you know how long it took to find a white tux on this island? One without bell-bottoms or pleats?”
Steve grins and cups Danny’s jaw and murmurs, “So many gender roles,” into his mouth, and someday soon Danny’s going to figure out how to be mad about being kissed before the preacher gets a chance to say they should, but not right now. Not when Danny goes to get a grip on Steve’s sides and bangs his fingers against-
“Is that a sword?”
“What did you think we were cutting the cake with?” Steve asks, taking Danny’s arm as the ukulele starts to play. “Plastic spoons?”
“I thought it would involve some sort of C4,” Danny says, only half joking, and Steve has to turn his face into Danny’s shoulder to hide his laughter as they take their first tangent steps down the aisle.
~ZipFile~
THE END OH MY GOD.
P.S. This is really obviously fiction, seeing as Hawaii doesn’t recognize same sex marriages,* but I figure Steve’s got some pretty decent pull with the Governor. And she seems like a pretty kick-ass lady. If she can stick out her neck to get criminals off her island, then I think she would to bring a little love.
*Since this has been posted the ACTUAL Governor of Hawaii has signed same-sex civil unions into law, giving gay and lesbian couples the same state rights as married partners. So that's a step in the right direction!