Promptly prompted prompts? Or, y'know, something.
My brain is struggling with five ideas at the same time and while I kind of want to write all of them, I also don't feel like jumping into a real story right now. The solution, of course, would be drabbling all over the place, which is why your support would be most appreciated. Which is to say:
Prompt me! And others! And yourself! Like so:
Prompt me! And others! And yourself! Like so:
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Eventually, Danny asked, “What are we doing, Steven?” Frankly, Steve was surprised it’d taken him so long to ask.
“Nothing, we’re hugging.”
Danny huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yes, I had noticed that, babe. What I have also noticed is that you...your behavior is a little, hmm, unusual tonight. Why?”
Steve pulled back far enough to look Danny in the face. “Demonstration.” Then he kissed him lightly on the lips and released him, turning to take the steaks off the fire.
Surprisingly, Danny didn’t blow up or demand an immediate explanation. Instead, he mulled it over while they ate dinner. Steve watched him, his furrowed brow showing that he was thinking something over, absently painting designs in the water that had dripped on the table from his beer bottle.
When they’d both finished dinner, they pushed back slightly from the table and looked at each other. Steve tried for ‘relaxed and easy’ but really just hoped he wasn’t sporting ‘constipation face’ (as Danny would so kindly describe it).
“So,” Danny began, “if I am understanding your demonstration so far, you are trying to tell me something here.” He waved a hand back and forth between them. “Right?”
Steve smiled and nodded. Had he figured it out?
Danny rolled his eyes and threw his hands toward the ceiling. “Words, Steven, I happen to know you know how to use them.” Damn. He should have known Danny wouldn’t let him off the hook that easily.
“Words are--” Difficult, uncomfortable, show too much. All true, but also all cop-outs. Steve took a deep breath and stood up, walking to Danny’s side. He took his hand and urged him to stand up. He didn’t let the hand go, using it to anchor himself somehow so he could speak the words that were burning in the back of his throat. “I just wanted you to know that you can stay.” He paused, staring at Danny’s still-furrowed brow. “In the night, after-- you can stay.” Unspoken, but hopefully understood: I want you to stay.
Danny’s confusion turned to surprise and he sucked in a quiet breath. “Oh.” He looked intently into Steve’s eyes for a moment, then reached out, dragging Steve closer and enveloping him in a hug. “Jesus, babe. I’m sorry, I-- I had no idea. I just thought, I thought--” He cut himself off abruptly, stifling a laugh. “I am an idiot. I thought, ‘Okay, Steve is a casual kind of guy. I can be a casual kind of guy.’ And so, I tried to act like casual was okay. I thought casual was all I was going to get, babe, and I was trying to be okay with that.”
It was Steve’s turn for the furrowed brow, apparently. “So you’re not okay with casual?”
“No. No, I’m really not. I’m really more of a romantic at heart.” Danny chuckled, a little ruefully.
Steve sighed, releasing a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Thank god,” he murmured, moving to kiss Danny (with intent, this time).
No explosions, no running away, none of the other myriad terrible outcomes Steve had imagined.
In fact, Danny stayed the night.
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Love! <333 Thank you!! :):)
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(That description always cracks me up.)
<333 back!
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Thank you, that was just the perfect thing to wake up to. *beams*
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your fic Stay If You Wanna Love Me has been recced HERE
at h50_rec_room
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Oh! It's so much easier to give that advice than actually put it to use, yeah?
And Danny, casual? Never! Thank god they figured it all out! ;D
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