Honestly, between all of that and Steve and Danny in tuxes and Chin and Steve communicating without words, I lost the ability to speak in anything other than all-caps and squeeful noises. I need screencaps as well, so I can post pictures of Chin being amazingly hot and conflicted. I love how DDK emotes without showing that he's emoting.
Also, I really want someone to write Kono going to Vegas and meeting up with the Malloy twins. And maybe sleeping with Turk because he looks a lot like Danny. I AM NOT DOING IT.
Right? Like, the part where Chin just watches his cousin run away (before we knew dude was his cousin) I was like, OH CHIN, WHY SO SADFACE. COME HERE AND I WILL SNUGGLE YOU
( ... )
That should NEVER HAPPEN. Mostly because Chin has restrained himself with Danny, but he would pound Turk into the ground like a tent peg if he ever met him.
I was trying to think of a lulzy password for Steve, but I realized that other than his MANPAIN, HAWAIIAN WITH HAM AND PINEAPPLE, we don't know that much about him. So I decided he still has all his old GI Joes and maybe has them on a small shelf in his childhood bedroom. IT'S NOT WEIRD. THEY'RE COLLECTABLE. MAYBE.
... now I just had an image of Gracie coming to stay overnight (for whatever reason, handwaves) and finding the GI Joes and playing, like, house with them. And Steve being torn between :DDD and DDD:. Danny, of course, has lost consciousness from laughing.
Yeah, I totally need Steve's "wtf?!" face upon seeing Grace play tea party with his GI Joes while Danny just slumps against the wall and laughs himself into tears. Ten bucks she makes Steve play with her and Steve's inner ten-year-old keeps making "eww, cooties" faces at her while the adult him gives in ungracefully and glares death threats at Danny's continued laughter.
I cannot believe I had to research GI Joe characters for prompt fic!
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There is a child. In his bedroom. Playing with his GI Joes. And smiling at him like there is nothing wrong.
No matter how many times Steve blinks or tries to pinch himself awake, the picture doesn't change. Grace is still sitting cross-legged on his bed, his GI Joe figures arranged in a circle around her, while she pours pretend tea into pretend cups and makes them all pretend-sip their pretend tea. His inner ten-year-old is still trying to scream that girls aren't allowed in his room and can't touch his stuff while the rest of him is inanely caught up in the fact that Grace has tied a pink ribbon around Ace's neck, which is just wrong.
"Hi, Gracie," Danny coos at her from beside him, his face beaming with fatherly pride and absolutely no concern that his daughter has desecrated the sanctity of his room and his action figures. His pristine action figures that had only been taken out of the box once
( ... )
"Hi, Steve," she says sweetly, and yeah, he is so fucking boned. This kid already has him wrapped around her finger, and it's only the fifth time he's met her. "Wanna play Tea Party with me?"
"Uh..."
"It's really fun," she promises earnestly, and Steve is really going to punch Danny in the face if he keeps howling with laughter like that. Asshole. Can't he see that Steve's talking to his daughter here?
"Why does Ace have a pink ribbon around his neck?" he finally asks, his voice coming out a bit hoarse, either from shock or fear, he hasn't figured out which yet.
She looks at him like he's defective in some way, and it's eerie how much she looks like her dad when she does that. Steve wonders if that's a Williams thing, or a whatever the hell Rachel's maiden name is thing, or if all little girls look at you like you're an idiot and you should know it. "It's a tie," she says patiently, as if explaining a simple concept to a very stupid person. "This is a fancy tea party, and everyone has to be dressed up." She points to the pretty
( ... )
Bwahaha, no chance at all! I really wish that the show would cast James Caan as Danny's father so that there is one more Williams around to drive Steve completely mental.
"They're action figures," Steve yells at his departing figure. "And I know where you live, you--" He pauses as he notices Grace's small, quizzical face looking at him. "--great guy," he finishes in a deflated tone.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Oh man this is awesomely perfect and perfectly awesome. And now I want something where they are all out for dinner with Grace and Grace is finally all "Daddy, why do you all stutter when you're talking?"
It's the Bill Cosby thing about how he thought his dad was stupid because his dad could never get out a complete sentence and he didn't understand until he became a father himself.
I'm not sure if this is what you meant, but here goes.
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So they've been doing this thing now, this dinner thing where Danny takes Steve and Grace out to lunch at some local place that Steve swears that Grace will love, and Danny gives in (ungracefully) because he can't say no to Grace. Like literally, he cannot say 'no' to her. Rachel once made him practice saying 'no' in the mirror for an hour so he could tell her that no, she couldn't have a pony, it's Jersey and they lived in a cramped, two-floor walk-up, where were they gonna put it
( ... )
Danny's so busy watching Grace gesture animatedly with her hands (shades of her grandfather, he thinks, a man who would be mute if you ever handcuffed him) that he doesn't notice what Steve is doing and starts as a forkful of ahi comes at him at ramming speed. "What the--?"
"Try that," Steve demands, pretty much glaring at Danny until he sighs and opens his mouth to taste the forkful of fish and mango sauce that Steve is shoving at him. It's weirdly sweet and tangy, but it somehow all goes together, and Danny finds himself nodding in approval at it.
"Fine, fine, so maybe not all Hawaiian food is wrong," he admits grudgingly, rolling his eyes when Steve lets out a triumphant whoop. "Look, shut up," he says sourly, stabbing a chunk of pork and pretending it's the fleshy part of Steve's arm, which gets a little confusing and gross when he eats it
( ... )
"I will-- get your-- don't make me--" He stops when he sees Grace look over at the both of them, a curious look on her face as she waits for Danny to continue. Danny bites back all the things he's going to do to Steve that involve yanking his shirt over his stupid face and punching him until he feels better, and just says, "We will talk about this later," through clenched teeth
( ... )
Also, I really want someone to write Kono going to Vegas and meeting up with the Malloy twins. And maybe sleeping with Turk because he looks a lot like Danny. I AM NOT DOING IT.
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HI, YOU ARE AWESOME, HAVE MY SOUL. I love every single word in this ficlet and wish to marry it and have its babies.
Also, Chin and Turk meeting up would be hilarious, is all I'm saying.
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I was trying to think of a lulzy password for Steve, but I realized that other than his MANPAIN, HAWAIIAN WITH HAM AND PINEAPPLE, we don't know that much about him. So I decided he still has all his old GI Joes and maybe has them on a small shelf in his childhood bedroom. IT'S NOT WEIRD. THEY'RE COLLECTABLE. MAYBE.
... now I just had an image of Gracie coming to stay overnight (for whatever reason, handwaves) and finding the GI Joes and playing, like, house with them. And Steve being torn between :DDD and DDD:. Danny, of course, has lost consciousness from laughing.
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There is a child. In his bedroom. Playing with his GI Joes. And smiling at him like there is nothing wrong.
No matter how many times Steve blinks or tries to pinch himself awake, the picture doesn't change. Grace is still sitting cross-legged on his bed, his GI Joe figures arranged in a circle around her, while she pours pretend tea into pretend cups and makes them all pretend-sip their pretend tea. His inner ten-year-old is still trying to scream that girls aren't allowed in his room and can't touch his stuff while the rest of him is inanely caught up in the fact that Grace has tied a pink ribbon around Ace's neck, which is just wrong.
"Hi, Gracie," Danny coos at her from beside him, his face beaming with fatherly pride and absolutely no concern that his daughter has desecrated the sanctity of his room and his action figures. His pristine action figures that had only been taken out of the box once ( ... )
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"Uh..."
"It's really fun," she promises earnestly, and Steve is really going to punch Danny in the face if he keeps howling with laughter like that. Asshole. Can't he see that Steve's talking to his daughter here?
"Why does Ace have a pink ribbon around his neck?" he finally asks, his voice coming out a bit hoarse, either from shock or fear, he hasn't figured out which yet.
She looks at him like he's defective in some way, and it's eerie how much she looks like her dad when she does that. Steve wonders if that's a Williams thing, or a whatever the hell Rachel's maiden name is thing, or if all little girls look at you like you're an idiot and you should know it. "It's a tie," she says patiently, as if explaining a simple concept to a very stupid person. "This is a fancy tea party, and everyone has to be dressed up." She points to the pretty ( ... )
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Oh man this is awesomely perfect and perfectly awesome. And now I want something where they are all out for dinner with Grace and Grace is finally all "Daddy, why do you all stutter when you're talking?"
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So they've been doing this thing now, this dinner thing where Danny takes Steve and Grace out to lunch at some local place that Steve swears that Grace will love, and Danny gives in (ungracefully) because he can't say no to Grace. Like literally, he cannot say 'no' to her. Rachel once made him practice saying 'no' in the mirror for an hour so he could tell her that no, she couldn't have a pony, it's Jersey and they lived in a cramped, two-floor walk-up, where were they gonna put it ( ... )
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"Try that," Steve demands, pretty much glaring at Danny until he sighs and opens his mouth to taste the forkful of fish and mango sauce that Steve is shoving at him. It's weirdly sweet and tangy, but it somehow all goes together, and Danny finds himself nodding in approval at it.
"Fine, fine, so maybe not all Hawaiian food is wrong," he admits grudgingly, rolling his eyes when Steve lets out a triumphant whoop. "Look, shut up," he says sourly, stabbing a chunk of pork and pretending it's the fleshy part of Steve's arm, which gets a little confusing and gross when he eats it ( ... )
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