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AAHA;HG;FJGH;DKFG POSTING THIS NOW WHILE LJ IS STILL WORKING. I have so many comments to answer, I am trufax panicking it's going to cut off again! D:

ANYWAY. I know I promised to have this done for you when you woke up, darling, but -- those pesky DDOS-perpetrators, NO LOVE, YOU GUYS.

[livejournal.com profile] zolac_no_miko and I have known each other now for over four years; both of us were one of the first people the other met on LJ, and that little group of us just clicked! We've stuck together through various fandoms; she dragged me kicking and screaming into White Collar, and I retaliated with Hawaii Five-0 (BOYAKA I'M SO PROUD OF THAT ONE, SHE RESISTED WOMANFULLY BUT I AM JUST TOO GOOD AT INCEPTION), and I imagine years and decades ahead of us filled with random squeeage and oodles of love, no matter the fandom involved. She is my very own SuperBeta, and my go-to flail partner, and an all-round amazing, beautiful, and squishy person of awesome. I love you, babe!

So! When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she hit me with this song: Momentum by Vienna Teng (sorry, there isn't a decent YouTube version), and said IS THIS NOT THE MOST PERFECT STEVE/DANNY SONG IN THE HISTORY OF EVER, and I said OMG YES ALL THESE ~FEELINGS~ WHAT DID YOU UNLEASH, and she said HERE'S THE LYRICS, WRITE ME SOMETHING ABOUT STEVE BEING IN LOVE WITH DANNY, AND DANNY BEING IN LOVE WITH STEVE AND ALKHAKGHFAKLGF BOOOOYS, and I said, YOU GOT IT, and got to writing. This story is NOTHING LIKE what I started out meaning to write, and for that credit blame credit goes to [livejournal.com profile] ssw_loved, who squeed at me like a pro when I threw out a random fic idea, and said (and I quote), I THINK YOU SHOULD WRITE THAT GLORIOUS PIECE OF IDEA RIGHT THERE. BECAUSE THAT IS ONE OF THE MOST GLORIOUS THINGS I HAVE EVER HEARD, and so this story happened.

So without further ado, Happy belated Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] zolac_no_miko! Thank you for being so patient while I faffed and re-wrote and panicked! ♥♥♥ Only six days late, too! /facepalm


Hold my breath against the snow
Steve/Danny
Hawaii Five-0
PG-13
~3,450 words


The permanent silence of the too-empty house is shattered by the roar of an old engine catching for the first time. The sound is loud and visceral, muscling its way through rooms turned into shrines to a family long gone, rooms the house’s only occupant no longer sees when he walks through -- the furniture and decorations have not changed in eighteen years, when the housemistress had last run a loving hand over the turquoise-blue vase, or the green stained-glass candlestick. He doesn’t think about what these rooms hold, because if he does he gets overwhelmed by red splotches on off-white walls, the smell of iron and cordite and, distantly, the stench of smoke and charred metal, even though the house has never caught fire in its thirty years as a McGarrett residence.

In the garage, Steve sits back in the driver’s seat, french key still clutched in one hand. The arm he runs over his forehead to wipe off the sweat leaves a dark smudge across his skin, but he neither notices nor cares. The car rumbles happily around him; he can feel the vibrations through the shiny leather of the seat, through the floor under his flip-flops.

His phone is in his hand before he even notices he’s reached for it, slippery fingers calling up the call log and hitting re-dial. He considers the screen, thumb hovering over the End Call button -- but who else is he going to call, really? The need to share this breakthrough is trying to burst out of his chest--no. The need to share this with Danny is what’s clawing at his heart, what’s moving the arm holding his phone up to his ear in time to hear the sleepy grumble on the other side.

“Someone better be dying,” Danny slurs. “Why, why do you like to make me suffer, what did I ever do to you that you feel the need to interrupt a perfectly good dream, I was working an angle here--wait, no. What in the hell is that infernal noise? You fall into a submarine on your five-mile pre-dawn swim, I’m not coming to drag you back out.”

Steve feels momentarily guilty for waking Danny up on the one day he has to catch a few winks more than their workload allows, but it’s just so damn good to hear his voice, even when it’s only been nine hours or so since he left Steve’s house last night; he can’t even bitch about how apparently Danny never shuts up, not even when he’s barely awake.

“It’s the Marquise,” he says, is all he can say all of a sudden. His face aches -- he realises he’s grinning, can’t remember when he started, can’t seem to stop.

“Oh, hey,” Danny says in his ear, sounding marginally more awake. “You fixed it? Congratulations, babe. You--” there’s a rustle over the line, sounds like Danny scrubbing a hand over his face, catching at morning stubble as he exhales quickly, like he can’t believe what he’s about to say. “You wanna do something? Take it for a drive?”

Something’s happening to Steve’s breathing; it hurts to draw air, like his chest is too tight. He’d hoped, wanted Danny to say it, so much, even when he’d thought a snowball in hell had a better chance of happening, that when Danny does, it’s all he can do not to choke on the relief.

“Yeah,” he croaks, has to clear his throat. “Yeah, that would be great. Pick you up in half an hour?”

“Jesus, McGarrett, not all of us are superhuman. Give me at least a chance to coffee up, what are you, heartless? Make it 45 minutes.”

Steve grins even harder. “You got it,” he says, maps the route to Danny’s place in his head so he passes Danny’s favourite coffee shop down on Bishop St.

Danny hangs up without saying goodbye, but they never do -- they never have to. Steve refuses to consider a time when they might. He leaves the car running, just in case he jinxes it if he tries to turn the engine off, kicks off his flip-flops and races barefoot up the stairs and into the shower to wash off the worst of the grime. The fourth step up creaks under his feet, and the door of his bedroom always bangs against the wall when he’s in a rush. The crushing silence of waking up without a sound but the waves breaking against the shore outside his window is gone as if it’s never been, chased off by breathless anticipation and the familiar comfort of making plans. Steve squeezes his eyes closed for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart. He feels alive for the first time since he opened them this morning.

---

Danny’s rinsing the mug he’s just drained the last of his coffee out of when the roar outside announces Steve’s arrival. He winces when he hears a slight splutter in the regular thrum, considers the very real possibility that the car will break down and leave them stranded somewhere in a godforsaken part of the island. Pushes his feet inside his loafers and walks outside anyway.

Steve is looking so damn happy that Danny feels himself warm up all over again, basking in the sheer pleasure of his company. There’s something about this giant goofball that thaws out the walls of ice that he’d raised around himself ten months ago, as if they’ve never been. Danny doesn’t know why it’s easier to breathe around Steve, just that it is -- even when Steve’s trying to come up with new and creative ways of getting the both of them killed.

Steve’s beaming smile dims down a few hundred watts when he sees Danny walking towards him, even as he reaches for a giant cup of coffee to hand him.

“Are you serious? A shirt and tie on your day off, Danny, really? It’s like you’re trying to be insulting.”

“Hey, hey, this has nothing to do with you, you’re not that special, okay? I’d just like to be prepared, if and when we get a call that a bunch of criminals are blowing off steam again--hang on, you know what? You have just lost your right to bitch at me, polo shirt and cargoes, like you’re not in full G. I. Joe mode?”

Steve rolls his eyes and backs off the clutch, steps on the gas with enough force that when the car peels out of the driveway to Danny’s block of flats, it leaves a plume of dust in its wake. Danny clutches at the door handle and his giant cup of coffee, barely keeping from splashing it all over his shirt. The yelp that slips out of his mouth is utterly undignified, but not all that uncommon around the 6’1” hulk of muscle to his left.

“Fucking hell, McGarrett, watch it!”

Steve throws him a look out of the corner of his eye, laying the wounded innocence on thick.

“Do not even!” Danny grumbles, because while he may not be able to see the whole of Steve’s face, he can recognise the amused curl at the corner of his mouth from space.

Steve wisely keeps silent, but his shoulders are relaxed where he sprawls against the leather seat, arm in a loose curl over the steering wheel. The small smile doesn’t fade, but it morphs into simple contentment rather than amusement at Danny’s expense. They drive in silence for a little while, and it’s so comfortable, so pleasant, the morning breeze teasing at Danny’s neck as he tilts his head back to drink from the still-hot coffee, the not-yet-scorching sun playing loops over his arms as he rolls his sleeves up, the easy hum of the engine under his thighs. At this time, in this place, there is nowhere he’d rather be, nothing he’d rather do than relax in Steve’s presence -- except if maybe Grace could have been with them, but for the moment, for the first time, her absence is not the vicious, tearing pain it could have been, that it has been for the past year. Danny has the fair idea that it’s the doing of the man sitting at his side, the man who hasn’t left him alone since the first day he walked into his life and took it over, woke him up, kick-started his heart back to the land of the living.

Danny could get used to this.

They are steadily climbing up Round Top Drive, and okay, Danny is maybe a little in love with the view spreading beneath them, all sleek city and blue, blue ocean in the background -- it’s nowhere close to New Jersey, but he’d be willing to admit that it warms his heart in a way he’d been sure nowhere else would ever achieve. The windows are down, the wind cools his face beautifully, finally, “what is it with vintage cars and no A/C, huh, McGarrett, I’m not dissing your dad’s car, don’t get me wrong, it’s just stupid, wanting to drive one of these all the time -- maybe it would be okay in Jersey, where the weather has some self-control, it’s fond of variety, is all I’m saying, doesn’t have a default setting of ‘baking hot’ all year long, where driving around with no A/C wouldn’t be torture, okay, just because it’s something you’ve been taught to withstand doesn’t mean I have to go through it, I don’t care how cool this car is, it is not cool where it matters”, this is maybe the one time when he doesn’t mind the Hawai’ian weather all that much, absent-minded kvetching notwithstanding.

So, in retrospect, it makes perfect sense that it happens right then, when Danny is actually maybe ready to admit that his life is kinda okay, good, a little bit great, even; when the exhilarated grin on Steve’s face as he pushes the behemoth of a car as fast as it will go, caution be damned, makes something warm simmer gently inside him, fueled by his heart beating too fast, alive. The engine stutters a little, once, twice; he feels Steve freeze next to him, hands white-knuckled on the wheel as he pumps the clutch a few times and steps on the gas pedal; but it’s no use. The engine coughs tiredly another couple of times and stills, a flatline if Danny ever saw one. Danny’s mouth is half-open already; he’s drawing breath even as Steve jabs a finger at the emergency lights button and steers the dead lump of metal to the side, about a half-mile from the hard shoulder -- and then he takes a look at Steve’s face and sees the tightness around his eyes, the downturn to the corners of his mouth, misery and frustration and unhappiness etched into every feature. He thinks of which car they’re in right now, and exactly how long it’s been since it last saw daylight before Steve whipped the dustcover off it, and he closes his mouth again.

He doesn’t look away; he can’t, not even when the car rolls to a slow stop in the middle of the blessedly empty lane. Steve leans back, a defeated slump to his shoulders, and runs an ever-so-slightly shaking hand through his hair as his head hangs forward. He pushes open the door and jumps out like the seat’s on fire, spine ramrod-straight, looking like he’s bracing himself for the epic rant that he knows Danny’s about to unleash upon him.

Danny can’t breathe for the tightness in his chest, for wanting to reach over and run a soothing palm down that tense back; wants to slip his arms around Steve’s waist and hold on, just for a little while, until Steve knows he’s there, remembers that he’s not alone anymore.

It’s so hard to check the urge that Danny gets out of the car as well, takes a few steps away, tries to breathe in and out a couple times, tries to find his bearings.

“Well, much as I’d like to act all surprised, this isn’t completely unexpected,” he says at last, makes it as lighthearted as he can. “Against all odds, we’ve found something you’re not all that good at. More evidence in support of the theory that you are, in fact, human and not SuperSEAL, would you look at that. Might want to make a note here, McGarrett, just for future reference.”

He chances a look at Steve, notices with some relief that the tension in his stance, if not gone, is much less tightly woven than before.

“Oh, don’t start, Danny,” Steve says, but if he’s trying for irritated, it falls woefully short. Danny has to stuff his hands in his pockets to keep from touching him.

Instead, he fills his palms with the hot steel of the trunk, pushes the car up the steep hill and uses his breath for fueling his tired muscles, for once keeping that too-sharp tongue of his silent.

It doesn’t last; of course it doesn’t. In the 25 minutes it takes them to roll up to the spot where the hard shoulder widens, Danny’s tugged his tie undone and unbuttoned his shirt as far down as he feels comfortable, and Steve has shucked his overshirt and is sweating his way through the polo shirt just as fast as Danny. Danny is pissed, hot, sweaty, pissed, and whatever good intentions he has left evaporate right about the time Steve decides to cheek him, on top of everything. The only good thing that comes out of it is that Steve’s bad mood is gone, disappearing under the crankiness Danny is a pro at bringing out when he wants to be an ass, which, let’s face it, is most of the time.

So he bitches, and Steve snarks, and before they know it they’re elbow-deep in hostages and Steve blows up a pawn shop just to keep in practice, because this is Danny’s life now. In the running and chasing and fretting there’s no time to talk what happened earlier, and it’s not until the happy families are reunited, the case is done with, and darkness falls at last to cool the day down to bearable, that Danny can even think about it. When Steve drives him to his place for post-case beers and a few steaks on the grill he sees the lifeless hunk of metal in Steve’s driveway, waiting to be rolled back into the garage, to start the whole process all over again. Danny sees Steve’s eyes tighten when they fall on it, and Danny can’t, can’t stop himself from reaching over and touching the back of Steve’s hand just a little, offering silent reassurance.

The pinched look fades and Steve exhales roughly, but throws a little half-smile Danny’s way before he climbs out and waves Kono’s car back down the drive so they can park on the street this time.

After the steaks and beers are gone and Kono and Chin leave, in Kono’s car so Chin doesn’t have to drive the bike back into town, Steve wanders out the back door to stand barefoot on the decking and look out into the night. He feels the bitterness trying to swallow him again, like coffee on his tongue, and he knows that exhausted as he is, it’s unlikely that he’ll sleep tonight. The house is silent again, empty of the laughter and the talk and the simple presence of his team, and Danny didn’t even say goodnight when he walked out the door with Chin and Kono, and now Steve can feel the weight of this place press down on him all over again, nothing to distract him from the ghosts, all the stronger tonight after the way his day started, after the case and the memories it stirred.

The noise behind him is loud in the silence, so loud that Steve whips around, hand already reaching for a gun that’s back inside on the kitchen table, stupid, stupid, but then he sees Danny round the corner and his thoughts stutter in surprise.

“I thought you left,” he blurts out before he can help it.

Danny wanders closer and looks at him head-on, the open, focused gaze Steve has gotten so used to, and it’s like he can see all the way inside, like he wishes he knew what Steve was thinking; and it’s still something Steve’s not used to, this caring, this someone wanting to, needing to know he’s okay.

“Didn’t say goodnight, did I?” Danny says, and it echoes Steve’s thoughts yet twists them -- just like Danny always does, Steve can never figure him out.

Steve looks at him helplessly; he’s got nothing, after today he’s got nothing but the silence that Danny shatters with his voice, his thoughts, his complete disregard for the forbidding walls of this house, walking right in as if he belongs, unapologetic, as if by being there he’s staking a claim, too.

“Look,” Danny says, and he sounds embarrassed, unsure, like he’s asking for something Steve won’t allow. The thought is laughable and heartbreaking all at once -- there isn’t anything Steve won’t give him, nothing in his power he would not do to keep Danny in his life, there. “Look, you can tell me to fuck off, okay, but I just wanted to. It’s been a tough day, and yeah, could have been worse, but.” Danny sighs, waves an uncharacteristically questioning arm. “You want another beer?” and Steve can see there’s more that Danny wants to say by the way his eyes crease when he smiles, like it’s more a wince than a grin, like there’s something on his mind he can’t find the words for, like after all the yelling he’s done today, he’s run out of words altogether.

“Beer?” Steve repeats stupidly. He’s having trouble picking his way through the mass of signals Danny’s sending out, so he doesn’t say anything, just stands there until Danny closes the distance between them and comes to stand in front of him.

Slowly, hesitantly, Danny raises a hand and rubs at the spot between his eyebrows, smooths away the frown Steve didn’t even know he was holding on to. The thumb trails across his eyebrow, a single point of contact over his cheekbone and down to the corner of his lips where it presses gently, parts them and tugs the lower one down a little, just enough to make Steve’s breath quicken.

And still there’s that question in Danny’s eyes, like he’s expecting rejection, expecting to be told he’s mistaken, he’s read it all wrong, that Steve can’t, won’t meet him half-way, won’t let him burn down that final wall.

And Steve breaks; he gives Danny the answer the only way he can right now, with his lips and his tongue, with hands clutching into Danny’s hair, cradling his face as Steve uses his mouth to tell him in no uncertain terms that it’s Yes, has always been Yes, what is Danny, stupid? How could he not know that he’s the answer to Steve’s every question without even meaning to be, that Steve needs him more than breathing, that he’s the only one the house lets inside, relaxes and curls around like a well-loved pet, lets shatter the silence and bring it back to life -- because he’s already done it to its owner. He’s staked a place out for himself in Steve’s life and his house and his heart and dug in for the duration.

He overcomes Steve in the best way possible, in the way Steve needs without knowing, needs to stay alive. It’s scary, and overwhelming, and it terrifies Steve that he’s let someone so far inside his walls that he has no chance in hell of pushing him out again; but Danny clutches at him like he’s the answer to Danny’s every question, too, like now he has this he’ll be damned if he lets go.

Steve might be gone on Danny, but Danny’s pretty gone, too. And as he steers Danny up the stairs into his bedroom, as he kisses and bites his way down his chest like he’s wanted to do ever since this morning, as Danny arches into him and pulls him closer, Steve feels pretty good about his chances.

-----

Date: 2011-04-13 10:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY, EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT, I'LL JUST BE OVER HERE SQUEEING AND FLAILING AROUND LIKE A LUNATIC!

...

OKAY I'M GOOD NOW!

FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGS~!!!!

Um, okay, so first of all YOU WROTE A FIC ABOUT THE THING, WITH THE CAR, AT THE OVERLOOK, OHMIGOD YAY!! You did a fabulous job showing what's under SuperSEAL's teflon skin, what it really means that the house is quiet, what it means when the car breaks down... that he is alone, and lonely. AND FULL OF FEELINGS. And I love seeing all the bits where the song sneaks into the story, and aaaaaaaaaahhhhh, your Danny and Steve voices are perfect, and. Ohmigod. SO MANY FEELINGS~!! :DDDDDDDDDD

Ahhhhh, this is lovely, no seriously it's gorgeous, it is so worth the wait!!

I WILL QUOTE SOME THINGS BACK AT YOU!! ...MOSTLY AT RANDOM BECAUSE I LOVE EVERY LINE!!

slippery fingers calling up the call log and hitting re-dial - I LOVE THAT IT IS REDIAL. BECAUSE THE LAST PERSON HE CALLED WAS DANNY.

His face aches -- he realises he’s grinning, can’t remember when he started, can’t seem to stop. - THIS IS HOW I FEEL.

Steve throws him a look out of the corner of his eye, laying the wounded innocence on thick.

“Do not even!” Danny grumbles, because while he may not be able to see the whole of Steve’s face, he can recognise the amused curl at the corner of his mouth
from space. - *cackles and/or giggles like a lunatic*

They are steadily climbing up Round Top Drive, and okay, Danny is maybe a little in love with the view spreading beneath them, all sleek city and blue, blue ocean in the background - HEEEEEEEEEE~!! YOU REALLY HAVE BEEN TAKING NOTES, HAHAHA!! Ohmigod yeeeeeessss, it is one of my favorite views in the whole entire world! T_T

Danny’s mouth is half-open already; he’s drawing breath even as Steve jabs a finger at the emergency lights button and steers the dead lump of metal to the side, about a half-mile from the hard shoulder -- and then he takes a look at Steve’s face and sees the tightness around his eyes, the downturn to the corners of his mouth, misery and frustration and unhappiness etched into every feature. He thinks of which car they’re in right now, and exactly how long it’s been since it last saw daylight before Steve whipped the dustcover off it, and he closes his mouth again.

He doesn’t look away; he can’t, not even when the car rolls to a slow stop in the middle of the blessedly empty lane. Steve leans back, a defeated slump to his shoulders, and runs an ever-so-slightly shaking hand through his hair as his head hangs forward. He pushes open the door and jumps out like the seat’s on fire, spine ramrod-straight, looking like he’s bracing himself for the epic rant that he knows Danny’s about to unleash upon him.
- OH GOD, STEVE, BABY-! ;______________;

“Oh, don’t start, Danny,” Steve says, but if he’s trying for irritated, it falls woefully short. - ;_;

So he bitches, and Steve snarks, and before they know it they’re elbow-deep in hostages and Steve blows up a pawn shop just to keep in practice, because this is Danny’s life now. - *MORE GIGGLING LIKE A LUNATIC*
From: [identity profile] zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com
Danny sees Steve’s eyes tighten when they fall on it, and Danny can’t, can’t stop himself from reaching over and touching the back of Steve’s hand just a little, offering silent reassurance.

The pinched look fades and Steve exhales roughly, but throws a little half-smile Danny’s way before he climbs out
- *wibblewibbleFLAILFLAILFLAIL*

“Didn’t say goodnight, did I?” Danny says - :DDDDDDDDDD

walking right in as if he belongs, unapologetic - YES, HE DOES THAT. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

like after all the yelling he’s done today, he’s run out of words altogether. - DANNY'S RUN OUT OF WORDS, OH NO!! Aaaaaahhh, I love him flailing around all uncertain, &hearts&hearts&hearts!

Slowly, hesitantly, Danny raises a hand and rubs at the spot between his eyebrows, smooths away the frown Steve didn’t even know he was holding on to. The thumb trails across his eyebrow, a single point of contact over his cheekbone and down to the corner of his lips where it presses gently, parts them and tugs the lower one down a little, just enough to make Steve’s breath quicken.

And still there’s that question in Danny’s eyes, like he’s expecting rejection, expecting to be told he’s mistaken, he’s read it all wrong, that Steve can’t, won’t meet him half-way, won’t let him burn down that final wall.

And Steve breaks; he gives Danny the answer the only way he can right now, with his lips and his tongue, with hands clutching into Danny’s hair, cradling his face as Steve uses his mouth to tell him in no uncertain terms that it’s Yes, has always been Yes, what is Danny, stupid?
- JFGHLJDKA;HKAK;HLADHLJKA;HKLAHK;ASGJKLBAHKL;A

AND. AND. ALL THE REST OF IT.

...FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGS~!!!!!

......DANNY SHOULD HELP STEVE FIX THE CAR, YES??

Also: Danny didn’t even say goodnight when he walked out the door with Chin and Kono...

I can't help but imagine the scene... Danny goes outside with Chin and Kono, and really, he'd have to catch a ride with them if he was leaving, because Steve drove him there, so I'm seeing him having to explain why he's not leaving.

*standing around Kono's car on the street*
Danny: OKAY, WELL, GOODNIGHT GUYS, I'M GOING TO STAY AND TRY TO SEDUCE STEVE, FOR THE GOOD OF ALL.
Chin: b^_^b
Kono: I WANT PICTURES!!
*end scene*

THIS WAS SO WONDERFUL, YOU ARE SO WONDERFUL, BB I LOVE YOU AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
THIS IS ME, DRAWING A GIANT HEART IN THE AIR AT YOU.

I am beyond thrilled you enjoyed this, this these comments made me so happy, I'm not even kidding, biggest grin IN THE WORLD on my face right now.

DANNY HELPING STEVE FIX THE CAR IS MY HEAD CANON. I am convinced we're going to get a scene to that effect sooner or later! :D

IN CONCLUSION, I ♥ YOU, BABE, LIKE DANNY HEARTS HIS STEVE.

Also, you're right -- I totally took notes! XD I had to dig out that comment threat from the dangerous recesses of my inbox to fact-check, but it was worth it just to see you happy about it! <3

Date: 2011-04-13 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com
I'M PRETTY SURE MY GRIN IS BIGGER!! AND. I ♥ YOU MORE!!

CORRECT STREET NAMES MAKE ME SMILE, APPARENTLY I AM EASY TO PLEASE, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY, BB!! Also, I mean, it's Round Top Drive, we've been over why that scene makes me so happy (aside from Danny's chest and the two of them on a date, I mean). *flails around like a loon*

Danny and Steve fixing the car... mmmmm now that is a fic I want to see (although if they actually give it to us in the show I will be happy times ten million)... Steve and Danny, fixing the car together... all sweaty and covered in grease... bitching at each other about I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'RE DOING THAT WRONG NO SHUT UP I KNOW HOW TO FIX A CAR OH GOD DAMMIT MOVE OVER LET ME. And then SEX. Or not, really just the bitching and the love and the bitching would make me happy. And the sweat and grease and lack of shirts. Or if there are shirts they are old and worn and soft and comfortable and stained, maybe with bleach, and full of holes. ...I HAVE STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT THIS, CAN'T YOU TELL?

Date: 2011-04-13 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
OH MY GOD YES x FOREVER!!! Sweaty chests covered in grease! Terrible threadbare yet soft to the touch T-shirts! THIS IMAGE, OH MY GOD THIS IMAGE, PRETTY SURE THE HEARTS IN MY EYES ARE BIGGER THAN STEVE'S!! THAT WOULD MAKE ME VERY HAPPY, TOO!

AND THEN SEX. NATURALLY. \0/ It speaks volumes about my feelings for the two of them that I would just as well settle for listening and watching to them bicker as they fix the car, as I would for the sex! <333 CASUAL TOUCHING OMG WIN.

Date: 2011-04-13 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] law-of-tarts.livejournal.com
This was lovely. Poor, broken Steve with his heart in his eyes. The big lug. <3

Date: 2011-04-13 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
I know, right? Good thing Danny's there to fix him again! <3

Date: 2011-04-13 02:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanguine2.livejournal.com
those boys!
fabulous fic -full of spot on voices-
loved it !

Date: 2011-04-13 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Boooooys! <3

Thank you so much! I'm so happy the voices worked for you!

Date: 2011-04-13 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] their-darkness.livejournal.com
Oh <3

The things you do to me with your writing! I would quote my favorite part but that would be more than half the fic so I'll just say BRAVO!

Date: 2011-04-13 05:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Oh, bb! /snuggles I'm so, so happy you enjoyed it! <3

Date: 2011-04-13 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ssw-loved.livejournal.com
OMG YOU DID IT YOU ACTUALLY WROTE IT. And it was glorious, and that tag. It was so correct. Steve DOES have all these /feelings/. And Steve loves Danno and Danno loves Steve, and I love them too. And this is so how this went now, canon-wise, in my head. Because. <3

Danny's wanting to reach out and touch him was <444. and Steve losing his father all over again in that moment with the car and Danny bitching because it's what he's supposed to do but he made it better because that's what he does. Why is this so freaking perfect, I don't even know, but it is. Oh, it is.

"But Danny clutches at him like he's the answer to Danny's every question, too, like now he has this he'll be damned if he lets go."

THIS. SO VERY MUCH THIS AND ITS EARLIER COMPANION SENTENCE.

Okay, so, story time. Because when I saw the email on my phone that linked me to this, I had just woken up at five thirty in the morning with the worst heartburn, EVER, except I didn't know it was heartburn and I thought I was going to die. Once I realized I wasn't going to die, and that it was only heartburn, I opened this and read it and IT WAS GLORIOUS and distracted me from HEARTBURN FROM HELL.

So. <3

This. This little fic right here. Made my day.

Date: 2011-04-13 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com
I feel like I should thank you for your part in encouraging this to happen. THANK YOU.

Date: 2011-04-13 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ssw-loved.livejournal.com
*dances*

Date: 2011-04-13 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
I DID, I WROTE IT, PRACTICALLY AS SOON AS WE WERE DONE TALKING, I THINK IT PERCULATED OVERNIGHT AND SLAMMED INTO ME IN THE MORNING!

Steve does have all these feelings, these two love each other so much, OMG. HOW ARE THEY SO MFEO, I DON'T EVEN.

I AM ECSTATIC TO HAVE MADE YOUR DAY BETTER!! And I am so, so happy you enjoyed it, OMG, this was practically half your doing, so YAY!! <3

Date: 2011-04-13 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ssw-loved.livejournal.com
I DO NOT EVEN KNOW. I DO NOT.
THEY HAVE ALL THESE FEELINGS, THEY SHOULD SHARE THESE FEELINGS, AND THEN ALL PROBLEMS WOULD BE RESOLVED AND THERE WOULD BE NO MORE HURT IN THE WORLD. Y/Y?

YAY. I LIKE THINGS THAT SLAM. (Er.) And all I did was squeal like a fangirl when you mentioned it, and squeed in the right places, and I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WROTE IT THIS MADE MY DAY.

Date: 2011-04-13 08:03 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-04-13 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Eeee, thank you! :D

Date: 2011-04-13 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstyoufall.livejournal.com
LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE HONESTLY I CAME FOR YOUR ICON BECAUSE I COULDN'T REMEMBER THE SCENE AND SOMETIMES I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE THE BOYS ARE THAT OBVIOUS AND I CAME FOR THE FEELINGS AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE THIS STORY OF WELL YES FEELINGS JUST SO MANY THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH OR THEMSELVES AND THEIR MANHURT OH. Really, I didn't even question the car scene, as if was at all mcdanno-related, but BUTTER MY MUFFIN AND CALL ME LINDSAY LOHAN you've proven me very wrong, this was so fantastic! Steve has always been so freakin' headoverheals for Danny 'cause Danny is all he's got. Danny is sorta there, but you know, he has a daughter to think about. (His life has become a mess.)

THANKYOU!♥

Date: 2011-04-13 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
THAT ICON, I KNOW, OMG HOW ARE THEY SO MFEO?! <333

ALL THE FEELINGS, I KNOW, THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM OTHER THAN CLING TO EACH OTHER.

That car scene, I have disected it with various people so many times, and there's always something new, but put it together with that song and it was like an explosion of pieces clicking together in my head. I AM THRILLED YOU ENJOYED IT! <3

Date: 2011-04-13 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whogeek.livejournal.com
**FLAILS** OHMYGOD!! STEVE!!! Such a great peek into how Steve is broken, and how Danny is broken, and how they've helped each other heal a bit, and fit each other's broken spaces so well. ♥ so much.

Date: 2011-04-14 08:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
I KNOW, I KNOW, HE IS SO BROKEN, POOR BOY! *smishes him* Thank you so, so much for this! <333 I'm so happy you liked it!

Date: 2011-04-13 09:57 pm (UTC)
somehowunbroken: (5-0 Steve/Danny fond)
From: [personal profile] somehowunbroken
So, so lovely ♥

Date: 2011-04-14 08:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Meep, thank you! <3

Date: 2011-04-14 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loki256.livejournal.com
im gritting my teeth so hard right now, because im a man, dammit... i dont have feelings, but if i did i think they might go something like; Squeeeee! holy krap, this was so good! i love the charicters, i love the mood, and i love your wrighting! (ps any fic where danno's ranting ic a cure-all for steve is auto faved, i cant even help it, not that i want to) but im not sure, like i said... MAN, dammit.
lol

Date: 2011-04-14 08:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Oh, hey, no, that's not true! Men do too have feelings! Just look at Steve--okay, no, bad example, but look at Danny, oh my god, look at Danny and tell me men do not have feelings, it would be a lie, okay.

I am thrilled to have induced manpain and ~feelings within you! XD Thank you so much!

Date: 2011-04-14 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thismuchmore.livejournal.com
I liked this a lot! There are a lot of beautiful lines in this, way too many for me to point out.

Date: 2011-04-15 10:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! This makes me very happy! :D

Date: 2011-04-15 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dogeared.livejournal.com
This is really lovely!! I love the study of the quiet house and how it weighs on Steve, and all the good ways Danny fills everything up. <3

Date: 2011-04-15 10:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, darling! <3 Danny fills everything up so well, he's a pro at making a space his own! Those two, how are they so MFEO, I'll never know.

Date: 2011-04-23 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] star98hope.livejournal.com
oh man, what a perfect song for them - I love Vienna Teng. and this story! :) their connection and what they're both thinking during the drive are so vividly described, and I like the way you wove the lyrics into the story. this was great. :D

Date: 2011-04-24 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
I know, isn't it just? I haven't been able to stop listening to it! I'm so, so happy you enjoyed it, and that it worked for you!

Date: 2011-04-29 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gehirnstuerm.livejournal.com
Wait, how did I miss this when you first posted it? How? I shall friend you to make sure it never happens again. So... hi!

Anyway, I'm really glad I found it, because it's so beautifully written and Steve has all these feelings... *flails a little* Love it.

Date: 2011-04-29 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
:D It happens sometimes, stories kind of get lost in the aether every now and again! I'm so happy you enjoyed it! Steve has all these feeeeeelings, all the time, and he has no idea what to do with them, poor lamb! (Granted, a lamb that will tear my head out if he hears me say that, but still! :D) And sure, go right ahead! :) I'll friend you back!

Date: 2011-04-30 01:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jtsbbsps-dk.livejournal.com
So, just FYI, I'm totally stalking your H50 fics and LOVING IT!!!

That's all.

Date: 2011-04-30 08:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Ahahaha, yay? :D I hope you enjoy the rest of them too!

Date: 2011-05-08 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prettypriestess.livejournal.com
For some reason, I love this line the most: that he’s the only one the house lets inside, relaxes and curls around like a well-loved pet, lets shatter the silence and bring it back to life -- I mean, I love the whole sentence, actually, but that is the best part. This whole fic is the best part.

God, I am so sorry I missed the original posting of all these fics. D:

Date: 2011-05-09 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
...You've done it again, hit right at the centre of everything. That is definitely one of my favourite lines! Though I should say I kind of outdid myself on the descriptive writing front.

BUT BUT YOU WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GRASP THE FULL AMOUNT OF SHEER ANGST I HAVE CRAMMED THIS WITH. Because this is one fic where background is totally essential.

I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT, DARLING!!

Date: 2011-05-09 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prettypriestess.livejournal.com
You really did do an amazing job with the descriptions here.

The background is so--I mean, there's so much here, and it took me a minute to realize that this was a pre-episode thing until halfway through, but the--just the whole thing aches with Steve's background, and he's just an amazing character to begin with because obviously his past was shit, and the fandom just loves taking that and running with it--breaking his stoicism in a million different ways the show writers probably never will.

And that is what you have done here. <3

Date: 2011-11-10 06:00 pm (UTC)
ext_669351: (Default)
From: [identity profile] fantasy-fly.livejournal.com
THIS IS PERFECT!!! All those McDanno feelings and you write them so wonderfully, beautifully....I love this so much. *cuddles the fic and hugs the author, too*

Date: 2011-11-12 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sirona-gs.livejournal.com
Eeeee brilliant! :D Allllll the feeeeelings between them, this is true! <3 This comment makes me the happiest! <3
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