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Title: If One Has Not Dined Well
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ifeelbetter
Word Count: 1,402
Fandom/Pairing: Hawaii-Five-0...Danny/Steve
Summary: Five times that Danny showed he Really Cares about food. Steve thinks it's hilarious and then...not so hilarious.
Notes: I SHOULD BE ASLEEP AND NOT WRITING AND I SHOULD DEFINITELY NOT HAVE MAINLINED THE SHOW AND THEN ALL FICS ON THE INTERNETS. I MAKE TERRIBLE LIFE CHOICES, WHAT.



I. Coffee.

Danny took one sip of the coffee and spit it right back into the cup. "This," he said, "is disgusting."

"What?" Steve asked, honestly perplexed.

"It's not instant, is it? Tell me you didn't leave a mug full of instant on your counter-top. That's, like, an unexploded bomb. You could kill someone with that."

"You come into my house at the crack of dawn--"

"It's half past nine, you layabout," Danny scoffed.

"--at the crack of dawn on a Saturday and you insult my coffee? Mine, not yours? The coffee no one said you could drink?" Steve grabbed the mug back and drained it in one long gulp.

"I'm gonna buy you a nice cappuccino. Then we'll talk about me throwing out all your processed bullshit," Danny said, clapping Steve on the shoulder.

Steve had to admit -- his coffee did taste a great deal like piss.

II. Potato Chips.

Grace rolled her eyes and kept playing with her cell phone--pink with even pinker rhinestones plastered across every available surface--while Danny gesticulated wildly at the front register. Steve could see the hand gestures over the top of the lines of shelves between the front window and the register.

He pushed the door open--it had one of those annoying bells attached that whined--and immediately could hear Danny's rant.

"I'm just saying that in my day--" (and any rant that had Danny reminiscing about "in his day" was bound to be both highly unreasonable and highly charged) "--you could buy a bag of chips for a quarter. A quarter, right? And now you've--what--tripled the price? And there's all this air."

Steve approached the front register. The cashier looked sleepy more than anything else. He obviously had heard his fair share of ridiculous complaints and, speaking from Steve's dispassionate viewpoint, not much interest in whether Danny's kid was getting the best experience from her Lay's potato chips.

"You could write the company," the kid suggested.

"Maybe I will. Maybe I will write the company because it is a travesty that the customer is paying for a bag that's half empty to begin with and--"

Steve tapped him on the shoulder. Danny nodded absently at him, a sort of quasi-incline of the head, but didn't stop his harangue.

"--you're selling this product to children, mind you--"

Steve gently--but firmly--turned Danny so he was facing away from the cashier and started prodding him towards the door. The harangue continued.

"--who had no idea that they could be so thoroughly betrayed by corporations they trusted--"

And the bell over the door whined again as Steve pushed Danny through, Grace following behind.

III. Biscuits.

"I can tell you're about to start yelling," Steve said, "but I really couldn't tell you why."

"So you don't see a problem with this at all, then?" Danny asked, incredulous. He poked the biscuit.

"It's a biscuit. What do you want from it, tricks?" Steve asked.

"No, god no, this isn't a biscuit--where are you from? Were you raised by wolves?" Danny asked, pushing the plate away from him. "Biscuits, right, they have to be more substantial. A good biscuit anchors a meal, right, it's like the center of gravity. The other things--the gravy, oh my god, sometimes, the gravy, with the chunks of, like sausage in there--it's all just superfluous."

"Superfluous."

"Fuck you, I know big words. The other stuff is fucking superfluous because it's the biscuit that's holding everything down. It's the planet and everything else is a fucking meteor," Danny said.

There was something about the earnestness of Danny's expression--the way his hands kept coming back to his lips, like talking about food wasn't enough without some kind of tactile contact--that made Steve actually listen.

"You're from New Jersey," Chin pointed out. "What do you know about biscuits?"

"More than you pineapple-fanciers, that's for damn sure," Danny said, his attention moving away from Steve--where it had been focused more intensely than usual during his ode to biscuits.

Steve pushed the one on his plate away as well. If he couldn't have what Danny was describing--fuck my life, he thought.

IV. Burgers

It had become a running joke, the way Danny would rant and rave about some item of food that the rest of them had always passed by without commenting upon. They laughed but he was always right--their coffee was a new experience since he brought the grinder in. And the biscuits he made--he claimed he had roots that gave him some sort of heritage claim to the things--were actually to die for.

So Steve expected--he was almost hoping to incite--a rant about the crappy Taco stand they stopped at for lunch. But Danny didn't mention a thing.

Steve ordered them both burgers. At the Taco stand. Danny raised an eyebrow but he was too busy shooting the shit, chatting about the game, to make a particular point of it.

"Oh my god," Danny said, after taking his first bite, "this is, like, an art piece of fast food burger classicism. I could eat nothing but this burger for the rest of my life and I would die a happy man."

And then he groaned.

Steve wished that Danny cared a little less about food. It made his own burger catch in his throat, just enough to leave him coughing and spluttering.

V. Apple...thing

There was a particularly rough patch a couple months into the new partnership. Steve and Danny's bickering was getting rougher around the edges as they genuinely pushed at the edges of what they were willing to take from each other. It was becoming apparent to both that they were willing to take more than seemed normal. Much more than seemed healthy.

And the bickering got worse.

And then it got even worse than that.

Steve felt strongly about things like "manning up" and "having it out" so he showed up at Danny's pigsty for a mutual exchange of manpain one weekend. He brought a bottle of something--tequila? Possible whiskey? He hadn't really known the appropriate drink for So you're on my mind a whole lot of the time and sometimes I think I might have an unhealthy love for your ridiculous hair and that makes me say mean things and it made him cringe right down through his soul that he was having all these ridiculous feelings.

But alcohol. That seemed to be the appropriate "man up" thing to do.

So he knocked on the door.

Danny opened it wearing an apron.

"What the ever-loving fuck," Steve said, his jaw dropping.

The apron said "Kiss the chef." There was sugar on Danny's nose.

"OK, fine, yes, I'm ridiculous," Danny agreed, having the decency to look equal parts ashamed and indignant, "But just you wait till you've tasted it."

And Steve had to follow him back through the hallway because that sentence wasn't making much sense.

There, right on the sorry excuse for a counter, was an apple...thing. Maybe a pie? What's a pie shaped thing with apples in it if it's not a pie?

"What is that?" Steve asked. He tried not to use his will-that-explode? voice but that was the tone that insisted on shaping his question.

"It's Apples Over Honey-Caramel Pastry," Danny said helpfully. "My mom's recipe."

"You don't cook," Steve said, moving down the mental list of WTFery he had established in a cluster when Danny opened the door.

"Not usually, no," Danny agreed. "Guess I was feeling homesick or something." He pulled a spoon out of the sink, rinsed it under the tap, and handed it to Steve.

"You don't even wash dishes and you're baking?" Steve continued, taking the spoon.

"It's an anomaly," Danny said. "Taste it."

And Steve pushed the spoon right into the thing, right out of the pan-thingy, while it was still cooling. It felt inappropriate and wrong and like some universalized Mother from a 50's propriety video was about to descend on him with a wagging finger.

It didn't matter at all once the spoon hit his tongue.

It was a sublime experience, that spoon hitting his taste buds.

So it sort of made sense that Steve pushed Danny back against the counter and stuck his tongue down his throat. Probably. In some sort of ... abstract sense.

Date: 2010-10-11 09:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] regicidaldwarf.livejournal.com
THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS.

Date: 2010-10-11 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
YOU'RE WELCOME. -_-;;;

Date: 2010-10-11 10:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sastiel.livejournal.com
Wow this is written so well. And their characters are SPOT on! I mean as much as they can be this early in the series. XDD
Wonderful job dear!

Date: 2010-10-11 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
Do you mean it's FAR too early to be writing 5X fic? Why, YES, I BELIEVE IT IS.

Date: 2010-10-11 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sastiel.livejournal.com
AHAHA! What?! NEVAR!! I LOOVE that we're already SO involved in the show. I think it's cause we're so awesome. XD

Date: 2010-10-11 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] al-hazel.livejournal.com
OMG, you wrote 5-0 fic. Danny and Steve, they are so married. I adore their bickering so much. 5-0 is such a happy making show. Your characterizations are spot on, and I can totally imagine Danny ranting.

Date: 2010-10-11 03:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
Cuz, yeah, I just watched the first three episodes in the middle of the night last night and..well...then this happened. DANNY'S PIZZA RANT GOT ME BUT GOOD, WHAT CAN I SAY.

Date: 2010-10-11 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
HAHAHA Danny Williams=Hawaiian Rodney McKay. I LOVE IT.

Date: 2010-10-14 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
HA. You know, I never have actually been in that fandom....but I have read SO MUCH fic for it. I am SUCH an easy-lay, fandomly speaking. I will read just about ANYTHING from some authors (*cough*you*cough*)

Date: 2010-10-11 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] robanybody.livejournal.com
"Fuck you, I know big words. The other stuff is fucking superfluous because it's the biscuit that's holding everything down. It's the planet and everything else is a fucking meteor," Danny said.

OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU FOR THIS ENTIRE STORY, BUT ESPECIALLY FOR THIS. Because yes, dammit, Danny is smart and knows big words and has Opinions on foods and their importance in your life. I love how you can show their affection and irritation with each other, even as they push each other so hard, and I am in LOVE with your dialogue. So, so in love. And Danny cooks, but he doesn't wash dishes! ♥____♥

I am going to be re-reading this forever for its genius. If you ever feel like writing more about Danny and his manifestos on food, please do because you are fantastic at it. :D

Date: 2010-10-14 03:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
It was fun choosing the food for him to get pissy about...these are all food stuffs I feel pretty unreasonably passionate about too. Even the biscuits, despite ALSO being from NJ.

Date: 2010-10-12 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] polaris-starz.livejournal.com
YES.

This is so amazing. ♥

Date: 2010-10-14 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
Thanks! :)

Date: 2010-10-13 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hinokumo.livejournal.com
I <3 this SO MUCH!! You've got Danny's voice perfect--I can picture ever rant, every gesture in my head like I'm watching the show :D

"I can tell you're about to start yelling," Steve said, "but I really couldn't tell you why."

Best. Line. Ever! I really think/hope they'll use it in the show itself ^__^

If he couldn't have what Danny was describing--fuck my life, he thought.

OMG the ode to biscuits!! Damn. Now I want biscuits!

Date: 2010-10-14 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
My former roommate made the BEST biscuits...and now she has moved across town. Sometimes I show up at her door with flour and stuff and my most sad/pathetic face and she's like, "yeah, fine, come in, I'll turn the over on" and it is AWESOME.

Date: 2010-10-13 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neros-violin.livejournal.com
YES. Love Danny in this - I could HEAR all of his dialogue, and it was all fantastic! And now I'm hungry.

Date: 2010-10-14 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ifeelbetter.livejournal.com
If only there was an online delivery system for really good biscuits. Sigh.

Date: 2010-10-13 01:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beadattitude.livejournal.com
::grins madly:: Also VERY hungry now. Thanks so much for this!

Date: 2010-10-14 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beadattitude.livejournal.com
I made it! If you like take, just credit, etc....

:)

Date: 2010-10-14 10:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lillyg.livejournal.com
I'm hungry now! And I wanna do pastry, but my oven died on me 2 days ago. Damn you!

Date: 2010-10-15 07:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moonfoot-gamgee.livejournal.com
Oh my god, this is fantastic! Except I am seriously craving an apple thing now. D: But I digress. I love that this is Steve's pov because as much as I love Danny povs, I have been craving a Steve one for...well, since I saw the first episode, so not very long, BUT WHATEVER. ANYWAY, this is fabulous. I like how is in denial about his ~feelings~ for Danny, but he's still so obviously pining. *pats* And holy crap, Danny is perfect. I can see him saying and doing these things. :D In conclusion: PLEASE WRITE MORE. ♥♥♥

Date: 2010-10-20 07:32 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-10-24 08:52 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] athenejen
This is SO UTTERLY CHARMING, OMG. And the voices and characterizations are spot-on. Wonderful!

Date: 2010-11-12 12:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] gweneiriol.livejournal.com
hee! loved this! thanks!

Date: 2010-12-27 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zarah5.livejournal.com
Anyone who knows me, or knows someone who knows me, will be able to tell you that dissing instant coffee is a sure way to win my heart. You had me at hello! &hearts

Date: 2011-01-13 02:43 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] zilentdreamer.livejournal.com
I have never even watched this show and I was giggling like a lunatic. Congratulations, you've made a new fan. ^-^

Date: 2011-01-24 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cancer22.livejournal.com
That was awesome. I'm like Danny when it comes to food. If it's horrible I have to let everyone know.

Date: 2011-02-27 04:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zzanthalinn.livejournal.com
I make terrible life choices, too -- since I should definitely be writing an overdue report and not mainlining all the H50 fic I can find.

But woo, this was lovely: thank you.

And also, now I'm hungry.

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