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When All of New York City Misses You (Explicit)
Hi, I'm Rosalita, and I'll be your H50 driver for July. I've got some great fic for you, so buckle up and keep your arms and head inside the vehicle at all times because I drive like Steve!
Fandom: HAWAII FIVE-0 (NEW)
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: 15,492 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leupagus and sutlers
Author Website: Leupagus' fic on AO3 and Sutlers' fic on AO3
Why this must be read:
This is without a doubt my favorite story in this fandom. I can't tell you how many times I've read it and each time it grabs me and won't let go. It also answers a question I've had since the Pilot aired: What happens if Steve, who has transferred from the Navy to the Reserves in order to head the Governor's task force, gets reactivated? Well, he leaves Danny something to remember him by and disappears for a year and a half, returning briefly now and again to unwind or hide and have sex with Danny. Danny, in the meantime, gets promoted to Captain, moves into Steve's house, makes the new teammate cry and wonders why everyone assumes that he and Steve are married. This story is funny, has great characterization and a terrific portrayal of Rachel.
Excerpt:
Despite the solid lead, Victor Hesse's trail goes cold, and Danny goes through April and May in what Chin calls "a funk" and Kono calls "menopause." He yells a lot more than he usually does and Ben actually, physically cries twice. Danny feels bad about not feeling bad about it.
He sleeps in the master bedroom, the one Steve slept in, the one that used to be Jack’s, and finds a framed polaroid of a woman he assumes is Steve’s mother hidden away in the back of the bottom bedside drawer. She’s crashed out on a hideous paisley couch with a baby -- Mary -- in one arm and a miniature Steve leaning solemnly over her sleeping face and attempting to insert his forefinger in her right nostril. "You little shit," Danny mutters, and puts it back where it came from, under a pile of miscellaneous junk -- screws, ribbons, colored glass worn smooth by the rhythm of the waves.
On a Wednesday night in June, Danny falls asleep over the paperwork he’s brought home and wakes up at three in the morning, heart pounding, because there is someone else in the room. Steve coughs, illuminated dimly by the bedside lamp.
"Jesus Christ," Danny says. "Hello, this is the most terrifying thing that’s happened to me in the past four months."
"I didn’t think there would be anyone here," Steve says. "You moved in?"
When All of New York City Misses You
Fandom: HAWAII FIVE-0 (NEW)
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: 15,492 words
Author on LJ:
leupagus and sutlersAuthor Website: Leupagus' fic on AO3 and Sutlers' fic on AO3
Why this must be read:
This is without a doubt my favorite story in this fandom. I can't tell you how many times I've read it and each time it grabs me and won't let go. It also answers a question I've had since the Pilot aired: What happens if Steve, who has transferred from the Navy to the Reserves in order to head the Governor's task force, gets reactivated? Well, he leaves Danny something to remember him by and disappears for a year and a half, returning briefly now and again to unwind or hide and have sex with Danny. Danny, in the meantime, gets promoted to Captain, moves into Steve's house, makes the new teammate cry and wonders why everyone assumes that he and Steve are married. This story is funny, has great characterization and a terrific portrayal of Rachel.
Excerpt:
Despite the solid lead, Victor Hesse's trail goes cold, and Danny goes through April and May in what Chin calls "a funk" and Kono calls "menopause." He yells a lot more than he usually does and Ben actually, physically cries twice. Danny feels bad about not feeling bad about it.
He sleeps in the master bedroom, the one Steve slept in, the one that used to be Jack’s, and finds a framed polaroid of a woman he assumes is Steve’s mother hidden away in the back of the bottom bedside drawer. She’s crashed out on a hideous paisley couch with a baby -- Mary -- in one arm and a miniature Steve leaning solemnly over her sleeping face and attempting to insert his forefinger in her right nostril. "You little shit," Danny mutters, and puts it back where it came from, under a pile of miscellaneous junk -- screws, ribbons, colored glass worn smooth by the rhythm of the waves.
On a Wednesday night in June, Danny falls asleep over the paperwork he’s brought home and wakes up at three in the morning, heart pounding, because there is someone else in the room. Steve coughs, illuminated dimly by the bedside lamp.
"Jesus Christ," Danny says. "Hello, this is the most terrifying thing that’s happened to me in the past four months."
"I didn’t think there would be anyone here," Steve says. "You moved in?"
When All of New York City Misses You