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Sep. 7th, 2011 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
delicataleOkay. I really want to write, but words on my current stories won't come, and it's driving me a little crazy. Tell me things you want me to write? I can try and get some little snippets or drabbles out, or something, I don't know, maybe it'll help.
edit: giving up! I'm unsatisfied with everything I give back to you guys, so that's no good. Thanks though ^_^.
edit: giving up! I'm unsatisfied with everything I give back to you guys, so that's no good. Thanks though ^_^.
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Date: 2011-09-07 10:27 am (UTC)OK, how about Steve/Danny, one of them is sick or injured so the other one has to do something very trivial or domestic for them that they would normally do themselves, like washing their hair in the bath, or opening a jar, or cutting up a steak... Danny tying Steve's laces, or Steve having to knot Danny's tie for him, perhaps...
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Date: 2011-09-07 11:14 am (UTC)Steve sounds way too much like Danny for comfort, and Danny is sure Steve will actually kick him if he decides it's a good thing to do, but still, Danny cannot help the little bursts of glee escaping his mouth as he crouches in front of Steve.
It's nobody's fault really but Steve's, who thought getting himself shot in the stomach was a good idea. At least he's still alive, and healing, but he can't really bend without tremendous pain, can't do much without tremendous pain, so Danny's helping out.
And right now he's helping out by, well. Tying Steve's laces for him, and he hasn't done this since Grace was 5, and Steve is pouting and aggravated and he feels stupid, so Danny cannot help but laugh. Because it's so stupidly endearing, and it makes Danny want to keep Steve in his pocket. Steve sighs, looks down at Danny as Danny finishes the left foot with a flourish.
"There you go."
"Please don't ever do that again."
"What, you didn't like me on one knee in front of you?"
Steve sighs. "From tomorrow, I'm wearing flip-flops."
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Date: 2011-09-07 11:31 am (UTC)That will do nicely, thank you, just what I was after :)
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Date: 2011-09-07 11:56 am (UTC)Danny looks up from the book he's reading, and Steve looks up from his crosswords, curious. Grace ambles closer, and Steve wonders how fast time goes - sometimes he thinks this is not what he signed up for, but really, he can't complain so much about seeing her grow up.
"Yes, Monkey?"
She climbs over his lap; Danny masks his wince when she grips his knee as a smile. "Why aren't you and Mommy living together? Tommy, at school, he says that's how parents should be."
Ah. Steve leaves the newspaper over his lap, worries the end of his pen between his teeth. He knows it's not, but he feels like he's intruding in on a private moment.
"Tommy said that, huh? Did he say anything about loving each other? Because it's important, that. You shouldn't live with someone you don't love, because it never ends well. Your Mommy and I care for each other a lot, Gracie, you know that, right? But she loves someone else. And I love someone else. So it would make no sense for us to live with each other."
"Did you get a divorce? Kyle's parents got a divorce."
"No - why do you hang out with so many boys? Shouldn't you have girlfriends?"
Grace frowns, looking up at her father with her huge eyes open wide. Danny throws Steve a helpless glance, and Steve can only shrug.
"But if you didn't have a divorce, why are you loving other people?"
"We didn't get married, Monkey. Your Mom and I, we didn't love each other long enough for that. But we loved each other long enough for you. And it doesn't matter, if we don't live together, what matters is that we both love you so, so much. And so do Steve and Stan."
Grace turns her eyes to Steve, takes a deep breath. "Is it true? You love me?"
Steve smiles, reaching out to clasp her little hand in his own, much bigger one. "More than anything, Gracie."
(feel like this is not really what you asked, but it refused to leave my head after reading your comment...I apologise!)
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Date: 2011-09-07 01:56 pm (UTC)Aw, Steve, you smooshball, you.
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Date: 2011-09-07 12:11 pm (UTC)"Well, yeah. There are horses in New Jersey?"
"Yes, Steven, there are horses in New Jersey."
"But I thought - buildings, skyscrapers, macadam, that was your vibe?"
"My vibe? I will pretend you did not just say that. I will pretend this whole conversation hasn't happened."
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Date: 2011-09-07 12:58 pm (UTC)Lol I'm sorry I am. bad pun, all that. I said I wouldn't subject you to my writing anymore!
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