random acts of violence

Okay. So. This is not the fic you were expecting.

In my defense, I was writing that fic, and then got to thinking about Steve, and art, and uh this happened? I honestly don't know why, or how, but Steve talked to me, and I listened.

Unbeta'd because that's how I roll, most of the time. (kids, don't be like me. betas are cool)

( There's only one thing that gets him through to the other side of morning )

So, I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I was writing something COMPLETELY different for 2.10, and then. This happened. Steve literally hi-jacked my brain.

I don't know if it's any good, if it makes sense, or anything. I just. I had to write it.

SPOILERS.

Also. You can all blame ciaimpala for any, and all 2.10 coda fics. x)

( I'm right here, Danno, )

So, this was originally going to be fore the 'animals' challenge over at h50_flashfic, but then I decided I wanted to post it here instead.

It's mostly just shameless fluff with a puppy? IDEK. I had an image in my head of Steve, and Grace, and the puppy, and I don't have a sketchbook to draw with, so you get fic instead. Keep an eye out; I'm writing some others, too.

Also, the puppy's name is brought to you by the whole 'Mr. Hoppy' thing, and also the fact that my niece named our cat 'Watermelon'.

...I think I just want to write all the Danny/Steve + Grace happy domestic fics ever. Is that agreeable?

( He does not find this adorable. )

Sooo.....this happened. Pretty sure it's like. My love letter to Steve/Danny? IDK. It's 1am, I have work tomorrow, and pretty much no fucks were given. NO REGRETS.

SPOILER WARNING. SPOILERS ARE HERE. GIANT FUCKING SPOILERS. only they aren't that giant since this is mostly shameless Steve/Danny, and my love for both of them, and my general incoherency at show.

There's a sad lack of porn. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS, OKAY?

( Why you yellin' at me? )

So, I wrote a little something on my phone while I was at work on my lunch break. This is that, but edited and added-to, and changed.

I don't know where it came from, just that it wanted to be written.

( these are the things we have )

So, it's like...late, and I'm pleasantly buzzed --vodka and pineapple juice, man what can I say? It's a weakness.

I wrote this while listening to 'snuff' by slipknot on repeat for HOURS. I swear that song is like. Erik/Charles everything for me. Despite that, this fic isn't really...what I set out to write? Or something.

Title from the song 'snuff' by slipknot.

Honestly, I don't even know what this fic is okay? The fact remains that I actually sat down to write on the fics I owe people, and then wrote this instead.

I HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT THIS. BUT I THOUGHT I SHOULD POST IT ANYWAY. It's probably bad. I'm sorry.

( Don't hide from me, Charles. )

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0.

I'm using this for my h50_50 prompt table.

Going with the prompt: silence.
Word Count: 1322

I've been working on this for about a week until I realized I needed to re-work it. Now you have this, and I'm not sure about it but I thought I'd post it anyway. Seriously guys. I don't even know.

( Sometimes Danny needs everything; Steve never hesitates to give it to him. )

Prompt: day_by_drabble's April Showers: Prompt 11
Rating & Warnings: PG. SPOILERS FOR DEATHLY HALLOWS.
Word Count: 251
Summary: He doesn't have a purpose anymore.
Author's Notes: Apparently angst is the name of the game, lately. I don't even know.

( It's been a long year. )

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia.
Word Count: 225

Notes: Just a little something I wrote for day_by_drabble april showers prompt 5. I've never written Narnia fic before, but I've always loved Edmund, since I first read the books.

( He’d loved the rain in Narnia. )