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angelgazing) wrote2011-02-16 11:26 pm
angelgazing) wrote2011-02-16 11:26 pm
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let's be honest, I've never met a cliche I didn't like
Because there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, especially if you live in paradise:
♥ Every cliche welcome!
♥ All pairings, ratings, mediums, and genres can be included!
♥ Any word count works!
♥ Have fun and be kind. ♥♥♥
Comment and share the love! ♥
The Hawaii Five-0 Cliche Meme
Fake boyfriends, accidental marriages, and amnesia, OH MY! Whatever your poison, whatever you favorite cliche, it's open and allowed here. Want to see Steve and Danny make out for cover and discover their ~true feelings? What about when they have to pretend to be boyfriends to keep cover? When they're forced to share a bed all ~platonic-like for weeks and keep waking up cuddling and then can't sleep without each other? Maybe Grace playing matchmaker? The one where everyone but them realizes they're married? Danny gets de-aged to six and Steve has to take care of him? Steve gets magicked into a tiny, angry kitten and/or dragon? They one where they must cuddle for warmth to survive?
Maybe that isn't your flavor. Maybe you want the one where Kono is a punk rock princess that keeps getting into trouble? Or where Chin loses his memory and thinks he's back on the HPD force. Maybe the one where Kono is secretly a criminal mastermind, working the team from the inside. Or where she has the chance return to her pro surfing career and must choose. How about one where Chin goes on an epic road trip?
There is no bad cliche! Whatever your favorite, I promise I want to read/see it, too.
The Rules
♥ Every cliche welcome!
♥ All pairings, ratings, mediums, and genres can be included!
♥ Any word count works!
♥ Have fun and be kind. ♥♥♥
Comment and share the love! ♥
Okay, I am not fast enough to have something already, BUT HERE IS A SNIPPET FROM A FIC I'M WRITING:
Steve, who is dressed chino slacks and a Northface with the tags still on it, scowls at him. "Okay, okay, get it out of your system, go on."
"Do I have the wrong flight information?" Danny says, making a show of looking his ticket over. "Because, see, this ticket you gave me says we're going to New York, and that calendar over there says it's January, but you look like you're planning on parking it in San Francisco. Am I missing something?"
"This isn't actually my first time off this island," Steve says. "I have, in fact, been to places with cooler climates. I think I'm capable of judging how much outerwear I need."
"You get cold in movie theaters, sunshine."
"Awww," says a woman walking by, nudging her friend and pointing at them. "Aren't they adorable?"
Steve makes the "this is why we can't have nice things" face, which is a cross between a glare and that thing he does sometimes where the vein pops out of the side of his head. Danny just laughs, putting his hands in the air in surrender.
"Fine," he says. "You want to go like that, be my guest. My parka and I will be very happy together, don't come whining when you realize I was right."
"You're in a good mood this morning," Steve observes. "I hate that."
Lucky for Steve, Danny's good mood--borne out of coffee and the sight of Steve in something made of fleece--evaporates when they get on the plane. He'd kind of thought the sheer buoying joy of getting to go to New York would mitigate his…flying…thing, but he's in the habit of underestimating the depth of various psychoses lately. He tries to distract himself by figuring out when, exactly, Steve will realize that the tags are still on his jacket, but his heart isn't in it.
"You're twitching," Steve says, five minutes before takeoff.
"You're hallucinating," Danny returns, and then curses himself, because knee-jerk defensiveness will only pique Steve's interest further. "It's a muscle spasm."
Steve makes a doubtful noise but shuts up, and Danny knows better than to believe that's the end of it, but allows himself to hope anyway. He shouldn't; the plane starts taxiing down the runway a minute later, and his grip on the armrest goes white-knuckled before he can help himself.
"Oh my god, you're afraid of flying," Steve says, like he's solved some kind of hysterical puzzle. "You are, aren't you, that's why you got all quiet during boarding--"
"I am not afraid of flying," Danny spits, which is only mostly a lie. "I am disinclined towards it for perfectly legitimate reasons that have nothing at all to do with fear."
"But you've been up in the chopper with me," Steve says, frowning. "And you've never seemed--well, not more freaked out than usual, anyway."
"Well, that's it, isn't it," Danny says. "Doesn't matter where I am if you're driving."
Steve's face goes from shocked to thrilled to smug in a split second, which is how long it takes Danny to realize what, exactly, he's implied.
"No," he corrects hastily, "no, not because--because if you're driving I'm probably going to die regardless, not because of any--oh, god, stop making that face, I hate that face, I think I'm going to be sick."
"So Danno don't fly," Steve says, still looking like the cat who got the canary and the parakeet and possibly also the macaw, "and Danno don't surf. What, exactly, does Danno do?"
"Danno does land," Danny snaps, and turns to glare out the window.
He should really expect it, when Steve's hand settles in at the back of his neck. Steve does things like this--he's a crazy homicidal maniac, he's more or less the Swiss Army knife of efficient murder, there are days Danny thinks he's actively harming society by not having him committed…but. But he's sweet too, in odd ways and certain places, like how he presses kisses against Danny's shoulderblade before he gets up to shower and tears up at ASPCA commercials.
So Danny should expect it, but he's surprised anyway at the warm press of Steve's fingers, the way he rubs his thumb in circles up into Danny's hair. He stiffens and then relaxes, calmer despite himself.
Steve doesn't move away until well after takeoff.
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also, I feel that Danny and I agree on way too many things...like land. land is good.
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HOW ARE YOU SO AWESOME?! SERIOUSLY. WITH THE INCEPTION AND NOW THE GAY COPS SKLDJFHLSKDFJSDFLHK
YOU JUST MADE MY WEEK.
*coughs*
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This was great, there needs to be more of airplane-paranoid Danny :D
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