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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. ♥♥♥
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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! ♥
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And, well, Steve’s been to pick up Grace with Danny before on the show, and I’ve seen it happen in fic a few times. Naturally, observant nosy people that the staff there are, they want to know more about him. Or something. Long story short, Steve gets invited to the conference. Danny wonders what the hell the school is smoking; Rachel thinks the idea has merit. Aaaand ACTION!
“I’m just saying that you shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss the idea.”
“I shouldn’t be so—right. Uh-huh. Tell you what, Kamekona’s babysat her before, think he should come too?”
“Don’t mock me, Daniel. And, yes. If Kamekona or whoever has a significant impact on Grace’s life, then he should come as well.”
Danny snorts. “This is ridiculous. You are being—He’s in the car sometimes! How is that a significant impact? He commandeers my car, we carpool; it’s a car-based relationship.”
“Car-based or not, it is still a relationship this man has with your daughter. It matters. You’re just being difficult because you don’t want him to come.”
“That is exactly right; I don’t want him there. I don’t want the guy who I see far too often as it is to tag along to this parent-teacher conference because it makes no sense for him to be there! He is not in a parental role, he sure as hell isn’t her teacher, ergo, no place at a parent-teacher conference.”
Even through the phone, Danny can practically see Rachel twisting her lips into that stubborn smile. “Fine. Give me his number; I’ll ask him myself.”
“No.”
“Danny, stop being difficult.”
“I am not giving you his number.”
“Oh. Too bad, you already did, remember? From that time you were spying on the killers next door. I just found the paper in the address book. Well, must be going now.”
“Rachel, I said—“ he’s interrupted by the dialtone. “Damnit!’
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Steve comes to pick him up later that day—in Danny’s car no less, and he still hasn’t figured out how Steve has somehow managed to gain primary control over Danny’s vehicle, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, Steve comes to pick him up, and the moment Danny clicks his seatbelt into place (safety first, when you’re riding with a maniac), he says, “You’re not coming, end of discussion.”
Steve has the audacity to give him a confused look. “I’m not coming to the crime scene?”
“Don’t, just—don’t. You know what I am referring to. But, again, you are not coming, and we are not discussing it beyond that.Danny rubs at his temple in a futile attempt to stave of the headache this conversation will definitely cause him.
Steve nods for a moment, lips doing that stupid pursed line expression he gets when he’s about to say something that to purposefully annoy Danny. He wishes he was less familiar with that expression. And didn’t think of it as Steve’s Annoying Platypus Face.
“Let me get this straight,” Steve says, “You actually don’t want to talk about something? Really?”
“Yes, really. I don’t, as in do not, want to discuss the absolutely ridiculous—I don’t even know, entitlement of that school, with the phenomenal tuition costs and everything which somehow makes them feel like they can demand you jump through stupid hoops, when it seems like it should be the other way around, but what do I know?” Danny stops, because they are not discussing this. They manage to go on not discussing this for a whole fifteen seconds before Steve opens his dumb mouth again.
“So, Rachel said it was tomorrow afternoon at 5?”
“That would be correct.”
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“Is Stan coming.”
Danny scratches vigorously at his eyebrow. “I hope not. But, seeing as he just got back from Thailand or wherever the hell, it’s unlikely that’s he’s jetted off somewhere else this soon. Though, I can always hope. “
“You’re still not going to hit him, though.” Steve says, like this is some sort of reasonable statement to make at the moment. Which, okay, maybe Danny had been getting a little bit of a tone, but whatever it wasn’t—exactly Stan-related this time.
“I make no promises.”
Steve gives him a look. A Look with a capital ‘L’, that doesn’t involve platypus lips or aneurysms, more of an “I was trained to command people” face. Danny hates that face.
“Fine. I am still not going to hit him for the car-jacking thing, much as I’d like to.”
“Or for anything else.”
“See, I can’t say that. He might still do something that deserves a good pop in the mouth.”
“Right, okay, I mean, hitting your kid’s stepfather at a parent teacher conference, that would go over great.” Steve shrugs. And that, that right there, definitely a tone.
Danny takes a deep breath. “See, you? You do not get to lecture me on appropriate conduct, okay? Alright, Mr. ‘I ride motorcycles up stairs and through doors’? Is that okay with you?”
Steve looks at Danny, the corners of his lips tugging downward, “Fine.”
They spend all of the next thirty seconds in a somewhat tense silence, until Danny voices his nagging concern. “You’re coming, aren’t you?”
Steve keeps his eyes fixed on the road. That’s not good. Steve observing proper driving etiquette is—not a good sign.
“Steve.”
Steve tilts his head a little to the side.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Rachel made me promise,” Steve tries to explain.
Danny gives a little huff of laughter. “Really? That’s just great. You keep a promise to my ex-wife, but you can’t be bothered to comply with the 4th Amendment. That’s—wonderful.”
Steve meets his eyes. “I don’t have to go. I just—said I would.”
“Uh-huh. As in, you plan to.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yeah, you kind of did. But that’s not—just, why?”
“Because, because—“ Steve fumbles for words, “I don’t know, okay? Your ex just called me up and asked me to come. What was I supposed to say? And I was curious, aren’t you?”
“Curious? No. No, I am not curious, because I get that this school is not of the normal way of thinking. And Rachel—ha, Rachel is Rachel. That is more than enough explanation for me.”
“So, you’re not even a little curious why they thought I should be there?”
“That’s what I just said, isn’t it? Beside, didn’t Rachel give you the spiel?”
“Spiel? What spiel?”
“The ‘significant impact on our daughter’ spiel.” Danny clarifies, pulling a face.
“And somehow I count?”
Danny runs a hand down his face. “The school seems to think so. They have, uh, noticed your presence when we’ve picked her up a few times.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Steve says. Seriously, what? Had he not been listening the whole time Danny has been telling him that?
“I know!”
“And they specifically asked for me?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, on that little notification letter. It’s addressed to both of us.”
“Seriously?”
“No, I’m making this up to amuse myself. Yes, I’m serious! They even had in the Lieutenant Commander bit. Apparently they asked Grace, though how she remembered that whole thing is beyond me.”
Steve wets his bottom lip. “Danny…”
“What?” Danny snapped. Jeez, they’re already almost there, and they’re still talking about this shit.
“What did Rachel’s invitation look like?”
Danny scrunches his forehead. “The same sheet of disgustingly yellow paper, reading “To Mr. and Mrs. – oh my god.” Danny takes a deep breath. “Fuck, they think—“
Steve nods slowly. “Yeah, I’m thinking so.”
“Why do they—how?” Danny’s just spluttering now. “And—Rachel! Rachel should have said something.”
Steve’s back to focusing on the road.
Shit. Rachel didn’t correct them because she thinks. Jeez. Well.
Steve drums his fingers against the steering wheel. “Radio?”
“Yes! Yes, please, anything.” Hell, Danny would even take ‘Sexy Eyes’ over this.
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and he really thinks he'd be better at that by now. I mean, it's only the second time he's been married.
I WANT TO SLEEP, BUT THERE IS A STRANGER IN MY HOUSE DOING HOMEWORK WITH MY SISTER AND HER FIANCE AND NONE OF THEM LIVE HERE. MY BRAIND DOES NOT APPRECIATE THE CONFUSION.
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And that is totally how that would happen ♥
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I hate to discourage anyone from paying attention in class, but I want to encourage you to write more (in this story or any other). Thanks for writing and sharing.
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The day I figure out words for Danny's hand gestures is probably going to be the day that i actually describe the scene in full, but I'm glad this was enough for you to visualize with!
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<3
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♥_♥!!!
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Secondly, THIS PARTY NEVER STOPS NUH-UH NEVER. (shh...I'm running on four hours of sleep, way too many hours of wakefulness, and a lot of final exams. Not that you run on those. which is good, because then I would fail)
I wouldn't say there is no chance? But I haveno immediate plans to do so. Of course, I also had no plans to write what already exists. and then the fairytale thing and...yeah. so, it's a possibility, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.
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