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*
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Date: 2011-04-13 10:50 am (UTC)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~!! :DDDDDDDDDDAhhhhh, 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*