let's be honest, I've never met a cliche I didn't like

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Because there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, especially if you live in paradise:

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. ♥♥♥

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Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 4/?

[fic-kitty.livejournal.com]

Danny contemplated, for a very short moment, just passing by and continuing on his way but he heard the echo of his mother's voice in his head and like any good New Jersey boy he cursed and did what she told him to do, which was stand at a safe distance and say "Hey, is this a private party or can anybody crash?"

Ok, maybe that wasn't verbatim, but the spirit of the thing was there. All five of the hooligans (the only word that really fit the tattoos and the hair and the general air of surliness) turned to face him, and in the process a space opened between him and the other innocent party, and he saw that it was the same boy with the halo and the mutant-board, which he only knew for sure when he glanced down and saw those same stupid boots. Danny figured only one person at any given time within a ten mile radius would be caught dead wearing those boots.

The other kid didn't have the halo anymore, obviously, but Danny was equally dazzled by the stubborn look on his face, or more accurately the stupidly perfect jawline that it accentuated as he stuck out his chin.

"Who the fuck are you? Get lost."

Danny waited for a moment, then spread his hands and cocked an eyebrow.

"That it? I dunno what I was expecting but that's pretty caveman even for a bunch of schmucks like you. Would you like to go fetch a thesaurus? Maybe a dictionary? I don't mind hanging out here, the sun's growing on me, although I wouldn't go spreading that around, I have a reputation to uphold."

Danny was babbling, his heart beat suddenly ratcheting up as he absorbed the truly horrifying number of veiny forearms crossed over weirdly-broad-for-high-schooler's chests, and then he saw that one of them had an honest to god five o'clock shadow and he began to suspect they weren't students after all.

He slid a hand surreptitiously into his bag, hanging off one shoulder, and rooted around as inconspicuously as he could for a weapon, any weapon, or at least his cell phone so he could either call the police or take pictures of his murderers before his untimely demise depending on how much shit he had gotten himself into. He didn't back away, though, since not only did he suspect that retreat would be chumming the waters for this lot, but he also was more determined than ever not to abandon the other boy, whose name Danny might tragically never know if either of them ended up dead from all of this.

"Hey, you, what's your name? I only ask so that I can tell the authorities who to call to corroborate my charges of criminal menacing and... trespassing on state property. And... and assault, unless you decide to leave quietly now?" His voice betrayed him by squeaking upwards and making his last statement into a question against his will. The lead hood smirked and took another step in his direction, the others ranging out behind him like some twisted wolf pack, except wolves didn't live in Hawaii, and he was weirdly regretful that he didn't know more about the island so he could come up with a better simile.

Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 5/?

[fic-kitty.livejournal.com]

The other boy unclenched his jaw. "Steve, my name's Steve, and you should really get out of here, whoever you are. This isn't your problem, I can take care of myself."

"Danny, I'm Danny, I'd tell you my last name but I'm afraid if I did somebody would show up at my house in the middle of the night and strangle my dog with piano wire or something." Danny finally felt something metal down at the bottom of his bag, and as he moved his weight onto the balls of his feet, he yanked the object out of his bag, hoping for his metal compass which at least had a very pointy tip but he instead found himself brandishing a set of cheap looking handcuffs. He choked out a startled laugh, and felt his heart drop into his shoes.

"These! These are... my father's handcuffs! My father is a police officer and...he's a sergeant, and if you hurt me or my new friend here I swear on these handcuffs that he'll know who did it because I've been trained to remember details at a crime scene and I'll describe every last one of your stupid ass tattoos and he'll find you and put you in jail for.. well, for long enough for me to graduate and get off this fucking island." Danny suspected that last part of his threatening rant hadn't struck quite the right note, but he could see that something he'd said had caused the men to turn and look at each other, eyebrows raised.

The one in front, who wore a truly disgusting looking leather vest that must smell like the underside of a roadkill cat given the already soaring temperatures, glanced back over his shoulder at the kid still pressed up against the cinder block of the building, hands clenched into fists.

"Well. We've said what we came here to say, I suppose we should just leave you two to get to know each other. You seem to have a lot in common."

With that cryptic statement, they broke away to the left, towards the far end of the field where it dissolved into ragged greenery and a chain link fence that they scaled with seemingly little effort, probably assisted by the riot of kudzu vines that tumbled down towards the end zone.

Danny stood frozen for a moment before letting out a whistling breath and bending at the waist, his hands going down to brace against his knees. The handcuffs dropped to the grass, flashing sunlight painfully into his eyes, which gave him a reason other than ball-tingling fear to close them. He breathed carefully in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to subdue the vague nausea that he felt as the adrenaline surge receded.

Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 6/?

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He heard a rustle of footsteps on the grass and jerked upright, skipping back a few steps in what he would swear to his grave was ninja-like grace and preparedness but ended up looking more like a zombie shamble as he got a head rush and almost passed out. He swore as he saw it was only the other kid, Steve, who looked pretty composed himself, and Danny noticed too late what Steve was looking at as he stooped down to pick up the handcuffs from where they'd fallen.

"These..."

He trailed off, holding one cuff and letting the other one dangle. Danny winced and held out a hand, wiggling his fingers impatiently.

"Yes, yes, those are mine, I'll just take them back now..."

The corner of Steve's mouth quirked upwards and he swung the cuffs around one finger, looking at Danny as he broke out into a full on smirk.

"These are way too light to be real handcuffs. Where did you get these?"

Danny had gotten them from his now ex-girlfriend who had given them to him as some sort of sad going-away present just before she broke up with him because she claimed she just wasn't ready for a long distance relationship. They had used them once or twice, just from boredom after he found out she wouldn't go past second base and she found out that he wouldn't sleep with her anyhow unless she made some sort of commitment to him. She had called him a girl and pulled out the cuffs, which his weak, hormonal teenage boy brain had somehow interpreted as a positive sign and he'd found himself later shirtless and almost screaming with frustration as she teased everything north of his waist and south of the hem of his boxers with a feather. He'd never felt so keenly like the true expression of teenage stupidity.

"None of your damn business, those fake handcuffs just saved your life so would you please stop *twirling* them and give them back? Please?"

Steve grinned through his teeth.

"Nah, I think I'll keep these. They might come in handy someday, and since your dad is a cop you can just get a pair from him... right?"

Danny winced even harder, and he thought at this point that his eyes might just get stuck that way, given the path his day had taken so far.

"Well, actually, and in all fairness I think it was understandable under the circumstances, but I might have been... well, ok, outright lying just then."

Steve's grin shifted to something a little friendlier as he tucked the handcuffs into his back pocket. "Oh, I know. My dad really is a cop, and I would know if HPD had hired some new sergeant from out of state."

Danny finally flashed a small smile of his own. "Hey, cool. I wish my dad honestly was a cop, actually, instead of just a deadbeat vendor from down the shore." He knew Steve probably had no idea what he was talking about but he felt some weird sense of connection in that moment all the same.


~~(Sorry for weird formatting! It is now almost four in the morning and I need to sleep, I might come back and write more later or anybody is welcome to tack on if they like. We haven't even GOTTEN to Chin yet...)

Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 6/?

[grimcognito.livejournal.com]

*dances* This is so much better than anything I would have attempted, and you added the handcuffs! And Kono! :D I <3 You!

Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 7/?

[grimcognito.livejournal.com]

Steve rocked back on his heels, still smiling, “So. Trained to remember details at a crime scene huh?”

Danny was absolutely not going to admit—especially now that he knew Steve’s dad was a cop—that he knew enough about police procedure, and not from television, thank you very much, to know how to not only preserve evidence but report and file assault charges correctly. He sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that he’d read the police training manual he found while going through his grandfather’s stuff and actually been interested in it. It was probably pretty damn outdated, but he was guessing the basics were still the same.

He grinned back at Steve, trying for a tone that didn’t give him away instantly for the police-nerd that he was. “I, uh, watch a lot of CSI. Ya know?” Steve smirked, eyeing him for a second, “Sure. Look, I gotta run. See you around.”

“Wait a second here. ‘I gotta run?' No thanks, nothing?” Steve was already jogging away toward the football field and called over his shoulder with a little wave, “I would’ve been fine by myself.”

“The hell you would’ve! And give me back my damned handcuffs!” That last bit was yelled a little louder than he’d intended and several students turned to stared at him with confused amusement. Steve, the bastard just laughed and kept going.