#and the worst part is Danny never sees how much steve loved him in these moments because he’s too busy with his face buried in Rachel’s

[h50europe]

Why the ending of the series finale felt off for many of us (and what PL could have had really in mind) - Aphorisms

As you can easily see from the photos, season 11 was a safe bet, as was a new team member, McCole. What could have been, it says, written by Justin, the wife of Alex stunt/stand-in double. I'm going to play the advocatus diaboli.

In the penultimate episode of H50, Lenkov created a new character. He was sort of based on Steve, but also not. As it turned out in the last episode, Cole and Steve also had a mutual friend: Catherine. Why does that not really surprise us? The rumor mill was really churning, and it was a given that PL was definitely going to bring her on board. So, without further ado, he made her a key person. She was the one who cracked the ominous code that Doris had left for her son. Question, couldn't Jerry have done that just as well?

Anyway, PL set up Cole and Steve. But the chemistry - for us - wasn't really there. They could have just as easily put anyone next to Steve. PL built on the military past of the two (what else) and finally the common denominator: Catherine. Oh, how original. NOT. If you look at this constellation, you can already guess where this was going. But there remained this one obstacle: Danny.

Well, no problem, Lenkov thought and had him kidnapped without further ado. All planned because of all the great McDanno moments we got to see in season 10. So appropriately for lulling, even if these moments did not have nearly as much heart as in previous seasons, but hey, the fans would swallow and relish it, PL thought.

Then came the obligatory threatening call from Daiyu Mei (note the clever pun ala Yoda: die you may...), and the drama unfolded. The whole thing was further clarified by the words of Wo Fat's ex: "I have the person you care about most in the world." Bummer, as she is not talking about Catherine but Danny. Queerbaiting at its worst. Then comes the usual. And during the escape attempt, Danny, who is already half-dead, gets shot. So far, so good, or not.

Danny's injuries could have easily been fatal. So now I'm going off the premise and just claiming that this was PL's original plan. Why? PL did mention at one point that he could imagine H50 without Steve or Danny, but he certainly wasn't stupid enough to believe that. It was nothing more than a smoke grenade. But what PL had wanted for a long time was the end of McDanno. He preferred another ship. But while McDanno sailed blithely across the seven seas, PL's fav ship never left the harbor. But now, he had the ultimate opportunity with a new, equal partner at Steve's side (Book'em Cole), who also pulled Catherine out of a hat.

PL's heart did somersaults. What a great plan that was. Alex didn't say anything about really wanting to quit, even after the series ended. While he had been open about his departure after season 7, there was no need to hide this fact now in season 10. And as you can easily see, all signs were pointing toward season 11. What PL didn't count on was the massive resistance from CBS.

In contrast to PL, they had no problems with Scott/Danny or McDanno. They knew that this was the heart and soul of the show. And PL's protector Moonves was no longer available because he had been kicked out of the network. So PL's back was against the wall. And nothing and nobody could change that. Too bad, because actually, PL had everything perfectly planned.

Danny would either die on the way to the hospital or later in the hospital. This would lead Steve to a massive revenge attack, which should have ended in a brilliant showdown (brilliant for PL, not necessarily for the fans), but Daiyu Mei escapes eventually. Then, Steve would have been driving around aimlessly. We were possibly shown some flashbacks, only to end up at Casa McGarrett, where Catherine would have already been waiting for him. Nice reversal of the goodbye scene from season 6.

The conversation between Steve and her would have been similar to Danny's, except that it wouldn't have been about his parents, but about Danny and that he just can't take it in Hawaii any longer. Too much reminds him of his dead friend. Steve also wanted to pay his final respect and bring him back home to Jersey. Of course, Catherine suggests joining him. What else? Now that one ship sunk, PL could easily replace it with HIS fav ship. And because Cole has done so well, Steve also entrusts him with the task force's leadership. Before Steve leaves to accompany Danny on his last journey, he hands Cole his credentials.

Steve and Cath stand next to each other at the airport and watch as Danny's coffin is loaded onto the plane. Then they board the plane together, ending with them holding hands as we know it. Fade out, season 10 ends.

How would it have continued in season 10? Danny's funeral would have happened off-screen, like so many other pivotal scenes. Steve would have maybe spent an episode or two mulling it over and then returned to Hawaii to hunt down Daiyu Mei with Cole and the team, which now included Catherine.

So much for Lenkov's wet dream, um, plan. However, because CBS knew that McDanno was the heart and soul of the series, they found this idea more than lousy and turned PL down. We could imagine that Alex also threw in that he would certainly not continue without Scott. There was a short back and forth, and it was decided to cancel the show. So we've come full circle to the sloppy, heartless execution of the last episode and the absolutely meaningless words PL put in Steve's mouth as a result. Due to lack of creativity and apparent lack of time, the deadline seemed to be predetermined, considering how quickly the soundstages at Diamond Studios were obliterated.

The crew was equally surprised when PL succinctly informed them that there would be no season 11. See the post from an angry crew member on IG.

Can we prove any of this? Nope, but it's the only reasonable explanation for why the show ended the way it did. Namely, completely illogical, with a Steve who was more than just off the rails. At the very beginning of the series, Steve gives completely different reasons for staying. If you do a rewatch, you'll see.

Everybody knows that you don't solve problems by running away. You don't get rid of the weight that you carry around with you. Steve may be a stubborn mule, but one thing he has never been: self-centered. And if Danny was really the most important thing in the world to him, as Mei said, then he wouldn't have dumped him in the end. Because that's what you do when you really love someone, you stay and fight against all odds. Especially when someone is in a bad place, like Danny, who has just jumped from the brink of death.

You don't suddenly go on a self-realization trip and kick the person who's already lying on the ground. But that's exactly what Steve did. At least the way PL wrote the part. The man must have really lost it when he wrote those lines. I'm sure he was enjoying pure schadenfreude.

And if you take a close look at the two protagonists, you can clearly see the reluctance with which they shared it all with the audience. There was no more room for any affectionate ad-lib actions that we knew from before. They could only stubbornly reel off what was in the script. PL would have done well to sit down with Scott and Alex and find a common solution instead of imposing his version on them and the audience. That's what people with integrity do, but the man never any.

In our opinion, the show's ending ranks among the dumbest and most unimaginative of all time. Rarely a person manages to drive a show against the wall in such a way and at the same time assassinated the main characters. PL shouldn't be proud of it. He should rather stand in a corner and be ashamed of himself.

And now you can go ahead and bash us, or just ignore the whole thing and keep on scrolling. Thank you for your time and for letting us share our thoughts with you.

#McDanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #scott caan #alex o'loughlin #H50 the final chapter #H50 series finale #Lenkov #lance gross #cole #catherine

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finale feelings

Okay, I have a ton of feelings about the finale, and now that I’ve had some time to think them through, I’ll write them. Please be kind, I’ve seen the series once only, I’m really tired, and I’m sure this was all said before.

Okay firstly let’s just put aside Catherine as a character in and of herself… that whole thing made no sense. Catherine never showed an inkling of having the sort of skills to decode anything, much less being one of only two people in the world who could decode a thing. That was silly and just an excuse to get her back on Steve’s radar. Not to mention that Catherine just never showed much interest in Steve. I’ll come back to Catherine later as she stands as an external prop for Steve’s character, but I think we can just leave it here that Catherine’s character, for herself, made 0 sense.

Let’s focus on Steve.

Steve broke my heart this episode. The worst part is that I don’t think what he did was actually OOC. Steve has a pretty long and uncomfortable history of putting his own needs over Danny’s, starting from when he first met him and forced him to be his partner. I get where Steve was coming from, but this whole army commander take what I need for the mission attitude is the whole problem. Consulting Danny even as a courtesy never entered Steve’s mind.

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Steve just does this with Danny continually throughout the series, like leaving him with a letter to run off chasing Shelburne. Again, he doesn’t bother even consulting Danny as a courtesy before he leaves. He has an objective, Danny doesn’t fit that objective except to keep his seat warm in 5-0. He honestly just never gives Danny even basic autonomy, from things like choosing his lunch for him right through to putting him in situations he’s not comfortable with. Sometimes Steve pushing Danny is definitely a good thing since Danny does get paralyzed by fear (the incident where Steve pushed Danny into jumping across the building gap springs to mind; if they hadn’t have done that they would have died) but sometimes it’s just more of Steve has an objective to achieve, and Danny is a means to achieve that objective (the skydiving incident).

I don’t mean to slam Steve’s character, and I’ve known quite a lot of people like this! They’re good people, they just need a lot more emotional development. Between the two of them I think Danny’s a lot more emotionally mature and empathetic, and they’re quite good for each other in many ways. But Steve is very selfish, in the sense that his focus is always on himself. What he wants, what his objective is, how the things around him make him feel. With where Steve’s head is at, I don’t think he fully and completely understands Danny as an individual human being with his own needs. Hell, he even bullies Danny into including him in his retirement plan and abandoning said retirement plan.

With Steve’s focus always within his own head, and the people around him established as tools he can use to achieve his own ends, I can really start to understand Steve’s severe control issues in season 10 in particular. His mother dying was what sealed his fate, really. I think it was really the first time a person close to Steve fully used their own initiative and choice to go against what Steve said, and Steve trying to force his mother to do what he wanted and become a controllable force in his self-directed life ended up getting her killed. And that screwed him up badly. I don’t think he fully processed his role in his mother’s death properly. He ends up dumping Danny, who is really the love of his life, saying he needs time for himself, that he’d spent a decade saving everyone else. In reality I think Steve is just spiralling from loss of control. He tries to regain some control by cutting out the more unpredictable variables: the other people in his life.

Then Danny gets kidnapped and tortured. This is obviously devastating for Steve, because Danny really is the love of his life. And Steve kind of loses it, but he loses it in a very interesting way. Steve gives up all control to Daiyu Mei. He doesn’t even entertain not letting her control the situation. Danny’s been in danger before, but Steve has never given up control so completely like this before.

Steve’s really broken by this. And it’s the hardest he’s ever taken Danny getting hurt. Because I think he’s less broken by Danny getting hurt as much as it is leftover trauma from his mother’s death and spiralling loss of control.

He winds up leaving Danny when Danny can hardly move and must have only just been released from the hospital, and isn’t that a dick move. He claims he’s going to “find himself” but I think he’s just running away from people in order to regain a sense of control. He can’t control other people. He couldn’t control Danny being taken or his mother making the choices she did in Mexico. If he’s alone, he can gain full control over the situation.

And Danny? Well, Steve sort of has him trapped. Danny can’t leave - he has a son, it’s implied Steve gave him his dog to look after and possibly his house, and while he’s injured Danny can’t go and get himself into dangerous situations that Steve feels the need to save him from. Danny sort of becomes an ornament in Steve’s home ready to welcome him when he comes back. Steve’s been on record several times being pretty aggressive about Danny staying in Hawaii, but he’s never shown remorse for leaving himself, and he doesn’t here.

I hate to characterise Danny as Steve’s “wife” but that’s the dynamic I get from them. You see it so often in married couples, particularly married couples where the husband has to travel for work, whether that’s military, mining, corporate, trucking, what have you. The husband has his goal, his life, and he sees his wife as someone to support that and make it happen. This is exactly what happened in my own family, as I had a travelling father. His need to fulfil himself drove him away again and again, and my mother, trapped where she was by children and the obligations her husband abandoned her to deal with, was left to clean up his mess. It’s what happens when the husband is selfish in the way Steve is - the emotionally more mature wife has to clean up the parts of his life he won’t deal with. In Steve’s case Danny is left with a bullet hole, a dog, a house full of ghosts, and a lot of mourning friends. Not to mention the kids Steve abandons. And there must be more too. Steve leaves a week after Danny is shot. That really doesn’t leave much time for Steve to get his affairs in order. I think he left Danny to clean up his emotional mess.

Minus the bullet hole, I’ve seen my mother go through very similar things. And it can destroy your sense of self. You end up living for the ghost of your husband as he pursues what he perceives as his destiny. It’s a really shitty thing but it’s so common. Every family I know with a travelling husband ended up like this.

Back to Catherine. As established Catherine as her own character makes no sense at all. But Catherine’s role in the finale as an extension of Steve’s character does make some sense. Steve is running away from his stable family, the love of his life, his role as a parent to Nahele, Grace, and Charlie - he’s running from all the progress he has made, because he is afraid of losing control the way he did when he lost his mother, and when Danny was taken from him. Catherine is safe. She’s Steve’s easy emotional release and fuck buddy. She’s familiar. And she’s basically Steve’s mother. A flaky CIA agent who always picks the job over Steve is far more familiar and therefore comforting to him than a stable family life with Danny. In his panic Steve runs from all the progress he has made back to Catherine.

It actually reminds me a lot of a wonderful fic I read, the love that you gave by Teeelsie. I never thought I’d read a cheating fic, let alone a McDanno cheating fic, because McDanno is my all time OTP, but this fic was highly recommended and wow, did it nail it. The fic is more about Steve’s internalised homophobia, but I think the way it relates to the show is in how Steve panics and goes back to the familiar. Back to Catherine. It’s a common thing just in life. It’s also extremely common for these travelling husbands that I think characterise Steve to be cheating on their wives, too. Now I’m just pretending Catherine wasn’t there, because it makes no sense for her to be there (jfc, she wasn’t a codebreaker and how did she know he would be on the plane anyway, and was she just sitting in transit in Honolulu waiting for Steve to get on the plane like a stalker) but I think there’s an element of “emotional cheating” to what Steve’s going through when he runs away from the emotional risk that is staying with Danny at the end.

So basically I don’t think Steve running off was OOC. I think it was very in character. What was so frustrating was that the story clearly isn’t over. Running away will not solve Steve’s many issues, and he really does need Danny - and Danny needs him. Steve desperately needs to learn to stop being so selfish and see Danny and the others as full and complete human beings with their own complex needs. It’s tough because Steve pushing Danny was very good for Danny in many respects, so I want to see them learn to thread that line where Danny doesn’t get treated like an emotional doormat, but he also isn’t allowed to just retreat to the safety of familiarity all the time either - he needs a little McGarrett magic in his life!

But after what Danny told Steve when they were stuck in the building collapse, it’s going to be hard for them after this. Danny doesn’t have to look at Steve and imagine him leaving him any longer. Danny now has the memory of it.

tl;dr Steve is a whacked out, certifiable control freak.

#hawaii five 0 #h50 #mcdanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #meta #sorry for word vomit #you've probably heard all this before #i'm new okay

[mrvdocks]

Plus One

It’s Joyce and Hopper’s wedding. A new member is added to the household, and things get real.

(chapter one)(two) 

It’s a Wednesday in February when he returns home and plops down onto the couch. The bar shifts just seemed to get worse. In the span of three minutes, he had to break up a fight, have the bouncer kick out a guy for harassing his manager, and clean a spill a drunk party group had made.

I’m not paid nearly enough for this, he thinks.

A sneeze breaks him from his misery. 

“Bless you.” He says with his eyes closed. They shoot open when he realizes you don’t sneeze like that. 

He sits up and looks at the moving thing under the pillow. His heart races as he hears some kind of breathing. 

Please no, he thinks. We just took care of the plumbing. 

He lifts the pillow carefully, expecting to see a pile of rats or mice or worse. Instead, he’s greeted by a sneezing dog. 

It’s a Scottish Terrier with big eyes that just seem to interrogate him as to why he interrupted his sneezefest. 

“Uhhhhh, where’d you come from?” He scans the apartment, seeing a dog bed at the corner of the lazy boy across from him. 

This had to be the work of one person only.

Steve calls out for you, hearing you run out from the bathroom in a hurry and a towel haphazardly wrapped around you. 

“What’s the emergency? Oh, I see you’ve met Mickey.” 

He’s speechless, looking at you like you’re out of your mind. “Mickey?”

“Yeah, they brought him in today and I felt really bad that they were taking him to the choky tomorrow. I had to save this poor baby. And who can say no to his little eyes?” You singsong the latter half of that sentence in a baby voice, kneeling to ruffle your fingers through Mickey’s fur.

“What if Tony finds out we have a dog? What do we say? We can’t keep him.”

You roll your eyes. “Relax, he’s quiet when he eats the jerky from Tom’s.”

“That’s my jerky!” Steve whines.

“Okay! I’ll get you extra then. Don’t be such a sourpuss.” 

Steve glances back to Mickey still staring at him. He puts out a cautious hand, Mickey getting close enough to sniff and then lick. 

At least it was nice to have another man in the house. 

He runs his hands through Mickey’s surprisingly soft coat, earning a low whimper from the pooch. Mickey lies on his side, clearly loving the scratches Steve is giving him. Steve catches himself smiling, suddenly forgetting the looming threat of eviction for a moment.

He’s wanted a dog since he was six, but his dad would never let him keep one. Not even a goldfish. He thinks maybe if he’d had a dog, he wouldn’t have turned out so cold in his teens. He just wanted to love something and have it love him back.

“Hmm, maybe you’re not so bad.” 

Mickey responds by kicking his tiny paws in the air, writhing on the couch.

Steve is so bewitched by the creature he doesn’t even notice when you come back into the room or even left for that matter.

“So, anything from that Sissy girl you were seeing?”

“No,” he pouts, “I mean I think she was scared off by this.” He gestures to himself.

“Oh my god, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what? I just felt like there wasn’t any long term potential there.”

“You guys went on one date, and you didn’t even kiss! You blue balled her!”

“Okay first of all, who takes their date to their family member’s birthday party and expects a whole relationship to blossom from there? And second, when you’ve been single as long as I have, you just know what you want and what to expect.”

You snicker. “But you don’t know what you want, you have like, the worst standards.”

“Uh, I like to think they’re realistic.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I don’t think it’s fair everyone has to compare to Phoebe Cates.”

“Phoebe was a great product of her time, thank you very much. And, I mean what about Tessa Grey?”

“Tessa Gr - my co-worker?”

Steve nods adamantly. “I would date her. You know if she wasn’t - engaged.” 

“Alright we have to unpack that sometime but first why do you always say their names like some sort of serial killer?”

“Because,” he thinks, “they’re firsty-lastys. The same way I’m Steve….” 

“Oh please don’t say it.” You cover Mickey’s ears. 

“Steve “The Hair” Harrington!” 

You groan in response, bringing Mickey to rest on your chest while you put your feet up on Steve’s lap. 

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” He mimics. 

“Oh, please. Okay, okay, let’s say for the sake of this being hypothetical, Tessa breaks off her engagement and she shows up here and says, ‘Oh my god, Steve Harrington I would love to have your babies, let’s get married! You can meet my family and eat my famous pasta, wahhhh!’” You flail your hands around for effect, seeing the amusement in his face.

His face screws up, “Geez, am I dating Wario now?” 

“That is exactly how she sounds! Plus, you would find something wrong with her and then you’d bail.”

“That is not true.”

“Oh but it is! It’s so true. In fact, anyone as grotesquely tall and hair-obsessed as you cannot be so picky.”

“I’m just trying to make sure I find the -”

“Don’t say it.”

“The one.” 

You groan, shoving your face into Mickey’s chest. 

“Oh yeah? I don’t see you bringing anyone home. Still not over Danny?”

Your mouth forms an O, you kick his thigh with the heel of your foot. 

“For your information, I have been seeing someone.”

This piques his interest. “Who and is he an escaped convict?”

“Okay,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “I haven’t talked to him but he left his number at the desk so who knows?”

“Hmm, I may be wrong, but I don’t think that was meant for you. You are a receptionist after all.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we? But I just have some stuff to take care of beforehand.”

He nods.

“Personal…..maintenance.” 

“Yup.” 

“Gotta mow the lawn.” You emphasize.

“No yeah, I got you the first time. But come on, let’s be honest here. You’re stalling.”

“For what?” 

“Jumping into the unknown. Danny was a huge part of your life so I get what it’s like to lose that connection.”

You laugh sarcastically. “Okay, grandpa are these your words of wisdom? I am totally over Danny. At this point, I can say screw Danny! I have all the time in the world to find someone else!“

You weren’t completely wrong. Danny had been with you since senior year of high school. You thought it would be like one of those fairy tales where the high school sweethearts end up living together in an amazing house surrounded by all these treasures and all that jazz. Nothing could tear you down.

And then junior year of college came and he slept with one of your college friends. You transferred soon after. It was your first relationship, and you just felt like a failure. 

You don’t view California so great anymore, instead choosing to uproot yourself and finding the first place you could in New York for cheap.

It worked out fine, you think. It led you to Steve and Robin. 

Even though you clowned him for it, you also wanted that special connection. Love that movies taught you but you’d learned the hard way they weren’t going to translate into real life the same way. 

“Uh-huh. I mean there’s no shame in it, I was the same way with Nancy.”

“I wasn’t moping around and wallowing in self-pity like you, though.”

“C’mon what was that whole period of just ‘Danny!'” He mimics your voice crying and eating out of an invisible tub of ice cream. 

You feign being offended, chucking the couch pillow to him as he catches it and smothers himself with it. 

“Your dad’s crazy. Yes, he is.” You pout to Mickey. 

Joyce & Jim’s Wedding

Chincoteague, Virginia

March 1-3rd 

“I remember during ‘84, Chief Hopper had a special visitor waiting for him in his office to talk to him about the disappearance of her boy. At the time she was just the town’s nut, but I bet no one would guess the wild ride these two would go on to end up here.” The man who Steve tells you was one of Hopper’s officers back home, toasts.

It sat poorly with the guests, including a somewhat already even more pissed off looking Hopper. He seems to get the idea and ends his toast blessing the couple in their late forties. 

Jonathan goes up next, greeting the crowd. He’s dressed impeccably, his hair somewhat slicked back and his ring very prominent when the light catches it.

“I would like to thank everyone who came out to help us celebrate. I’m very proud of my mom and at first, I was a little wary about her settling down with someone. Not because I was moody about it but because she’s done so well on her own taking care of me and my siblings. She’s always been both parents to me but Jim,” Jonathan raises his glass.

“I want to thank you for helping us years ago, for believing in us. For being patient with us and sticking with us through thick and thin. My mom lights up every day like a Christmas tree and I think that’s evidence enough for me to happily welcome you into the family. To my mom and Jim!”

“To Joyce and Jim!” The crowd toasts. 

The wedding was held in a gazebo near the beach on the East Coast, with Joyce getting married in a white tea-length dress with lacing decorating her collar down to her arms and Jim in a grey suit decorated with one of Joyce’s favorite flowers in his pocket. They’d both changed for the reception, Joyce into a red sheath dress and Jim into a black dress shirt and pants and a blazer matching Joyce’s dress. 

You were seated with Jonathan and Nancy and another pair of family friends, talking and catching up with the other nuptials. They both told you the craziest stories about Steve from high school to when they last saw him, all the while he sat mere inches from you and hid behind his hand when something particularly embarrassing came up. 

You’d often erupt in fruity laughter, hearing about the time Steve got his Scoops Ahoy uniform stuck in the fridge or when he’d played Dungeons and Dragons for the first time only to lose every time. 

“So, how long has this been going on?” Nancy queries, gesturing to you and Steve.

You glance at Steve, lost for words for a moment. “We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, friends,” Steve adds right after you.

“I’ve been rooming with him for the past two years since Robin left.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she concedes. “I always hear you call him Honey over the phone sometimes.”

Your eyes widen.  Curse your sarcastic nature.

“Oh no, god no,” You laugh nervously. “I just like to mess with him.”

You drown yourself out with the drink in front of you, leaving Steve to pick up the rest of the conversation.

“We got a dog.” Steve blurts out, trying to fill in for the painfully embarrassing silence.

Jonathan raises his brows, “Really?” 

“Yeah, only instead of being the dad of the group back then, I’m a dog dad now.” He reveals.

Nancy and Jonathan laugh, almost as if to help ease both of you back into not being awkward. 

“Hey, you guys heard Dustin’s getting married right?” Nancy pouts with her bottom lip drawn out. “He’s so old now.” 

“Yeah, Steve loves the little guy.” You blurt. Steve glances at you.

“Last I heard he was starting up some fund for kids with CCD in California,” Jonathan alleges.

“Oh yeah,” Nancy remembers. “The Palm Springs wedding.” 

The music begins playing for the guests and Nancy jumps, exclaiming that she loves this song and asks Jonathan to dance with her. They turn to you and Steve and urge you onto the dance floor, but you say you’ll be there in a second.

“What was that?” He whispers in a shrill tone.

“I panicked!” 

“They probably think we’re idiots now.” 

You cock your head down and glare at him. “These are your friends, Steve. They would never think that. It’s just been a while since you’ve all seen each other they probably understand.”

Steve bounces his leg in response. You put your hand on his thigh, stopping him. 

“Look, we are gonna go out onto that dance floor and we are going to find you the best damn lover you’ll ever have.”

He nods rapidly, hooked onto your every word. 

You lead him in when a couple leaves, guiding his hand to rest on your lower back and rest your left hand on the lapel of his suit. Your right-hand holds out for his, swaying until you can match the tempo of the music. 

“Okay, what about violet in glasses?” You suggest, feeling him turn you to catch a glimpse.

“Too bookish.” 

“What’s wrong with bookish?”

“I already have you, don’t I?”

You roll your eyes. “Alright, what about red with the pony?” 

“Where?” 

“Behind you, rotate.”

He rotates you to the left and makes a face. “Too mean.”

“What? She seems nice.”

“The red makes her seem aggressive.”

You sigh. “Okay, pink with the braid?”

He glances quickly to his right, “Yeah she’s cute.”

“I’ll go and spill my champagne on her and then you just swoop in and dry her off.” 

“Is there any way you can do this without assaulting someone?”

“It’s not assault, I’m just very hands-on with this.”

“That sounds like it’s textbook definition.”

“When have you picked up a textbook? Nevermind, you want to try this or not? I haven’t failed you yet.” 

He purses his lips, thinking back to the first wedding. 

“Don’t. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

As the song ends you retreat to your table, grab your glass, and start sipping. Steve stays behind, watching you fake stumble and fall against the woman and drench her with the drink. She gasps as the cold beverage hits her, and Steve pulls out one of the fancy napkins from the table.

“Showtime.”

"You think she hates me now?” You say, drawing circles in the sand with your feet.

“You mean because a drunken guest dumped their drink on an expensive dress she was planning on returning?" 

You stare at him, unamused. 

"I appreciate the try. She just seemed….too hostile.”

“I get it, I mean a guy like you coming up to me and trying to pat my breasts down - I would want to leave too.” You chuckle to yourself.

Steve stands, smacking off the sand on his pants. He takes hold of your shoulders and leans you close to the waves as they crash against your ankle.

“Oh my god, Steve! You know I can’t swim.”

Steve is laughing like crazy, teasing you. He takes hold of your waist in a second, carrying you as far into the ocean as he can while you’re shrieking. 

He twirls you as you grip his hands tight, digging your nails into his skin and still screaming to be put down.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He says into your ear and drops you on your ass. The overwhelming cold and seaweed cover your body as you try to stand only to be wiped out by a wave. 

Steve is howling in hysterics, clapping like a seal.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna kill you!” You don’t sound too threatening, if anything your wet appearance was akin to that of a wet kitten just meowing in protest. 

Steve runs and dodges you, moving in a zig-zag pattern as you try your best to chase him through the water.

“You’ll never catch me!” He fronts. 

Anticipating him to move in a pattern, you wait till he moves to the left to start running to the right and knock him down against the sand with a hmph!

“Gotcha!” You exclaim, putting your hands on his chest and completely unaware of the position you’re in. 

You’re straddling him, legs on both sides and your face is inches away from his trying to catch your breath. He smells like salt and champagne.

He’s frozen in place too, one of his hands firmly on your lower back. 

Your eyes flicker from his to the rest of his face, focusing on the moles decorating his neck. He can smell your perfume still even through the saltwater. It inundates his senses, disorienting him momentarily. Your necklace dangles and touches his chin, taunting him. 

This is the moment you’ve been looking for, the one that the movies oh so love to display over and over again. Something in you tells you to do it, to just lean down and see if he tastes like you do. 

Instead, he pushes you to the side softly, catching his breath and patting your thigh. “I guess you got me.”

You nod, taking your dress by the ends of it to walk back onto dry land and leave him sitting there. You’d see him back at the hotel anyway.

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Untouchable 7- First Date [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

 A.N: Thank you so much for your feedback my loves, please keep it coming! <3

The previous chapters are on my masterlist<3

Summary: “If you knew what was good for you, you’d stay away from me.”

Characters: Reader x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2992

Warnings: Mentions of sex work, explicit language, 1940s.

You touched your nails very carefully to see if your red nail polish had dried as Shirley tried on your diamond earrings, then twirled around herself.

“Can I borrow these?”

“Sure,” you said, putting a small dot of rouge on your cheekbone before blending it, then grabbed your mascara to apply it. Shirley hummed a song, then walked to your closet to pull a dress.

“How about this?”

“Hm?”

“Can I borrow this too?”

You arched a brow and turned your head to see her better, “Special date?”

“I want to look my best for Danny.”

You tried to control your smile, “And Danny is….?”

“The love of my life, of course!” she said, “I told you about him before. He’s really tall and sweet and he has the best smile…” she bit on her lip, “I think he’s the one that I will marry.”

“He sounds like a charmer,” you said airily, turning to look in the mirror again, “Yes, you can borrow it.”

“Thank you!” she said, “You always have the best stuff.”

You shrugged slightly, turning your head to see if the rouge was enough, and she licked her lips.

“You look better.”

“Hm?” you looked up at her, then cleared your throat, “Yeah. I feel better.”

She tilted her head, “Where are you going?”

“What?”

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” you said as you touched the lipstick on your lips, then patted it with your finger, and Shirley hmmed,

“But out where?”

Your eyes found hers in the mirror, “Shirley,”

“What?”

“I have a contract.”

“For now. What if you fell in love tomorrow?”

“I’m leaving that to you,” you joked, then pressed your lips together to make sure your lipstick looked good, and fixed your hair while Shirley put her hands on her hips.

“Are you seriously going to lie to me?” she asked you and you raised your brows,

“I’m sorry?”

“I saw you the other day,” she said, making your stomach drop, “You two were in that alley. He is very handsome.”

“Shirley-“

“I’m not going to tell anyone!” she whispered and smiled at you, “But oh, Y/N, are you in love? Is he? Will you run away together?”

“What- no!” you exclaimed,”Shh!”

“He is so handsome though!” she whispered, “No wonder why you like him. And no wonder why he likes you-“

“Shirley!”

“What’s his name?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I knew I remembered him from somewhere- and then I thought about it, and he was in that pub, wasn’t he? He was talking to you- is that when you fell in love?”

“No one is in love!” you told her, “Keep it quiet, will you?”

“Of course I will,” she said, “But promise me you will name your first born daughter after me.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Shirley, my sweet, I don’t live in a romance novel,” you said, “There’s nothing like that, besides- Bucky will be shipped off soon, so-“

“Bucky, is it?” she asked with a smile, and you cussed under your breath,

“You can’t say anything to anyone.”

“I won’t!” she defended herself, “I would never! But I bet he’s in love with you.”

You tried to ignore the way your heart paced when you heard it, then checked your reflection again before pushing your chair back.

“I’m going outside,” you said, “Borrow anything you want. And tell your boyfriend I said hi.”

“Tell Bucky I said hi too.” She said mischievously and you shook your head slightly, then left the room. You descended the stairs, then walked out of the house.

                                                ***

Ever since you moved into the brothel, you hadn’t really gone that far away from there, except for maybe once or twice a month. But as Bucky had told you, not everyone in Brooklyn knew you, in fact, you were pretty sure in some parts of Brooklyn, no one had any idea about who you were.

Which gave you a sense of freedom, for once.

Bucky was leaning against the streetlamp, unaware of you approaching him and you smiled slightly, then tapped his shoulder.

“Hi there, Sarge.”

He straightened up almost immediately and a smile warmed his face as his gaze fell on you, “Hi. You look breathtaking.”

And contrary to earlier times, the comment didn’t make your stomach sink.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you tried to stop your grin, “Did I make you wait long? I thought I could leave earlier, but Shirley wanted to…. Long story.”

He shook his head, “No no,” he said, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Where are we going?” you asked him and he only offered his hand, and entwined his fingers with yours. His thumb caressed over your hand and your stomach made a pleasant flip, as you walked beside him. He pulled you closer to his side, as if you were just a man and a woman with normal lives and free to roam in the streets and you stopped the laugh threatening to trickle from your lips.

“What?” he asked and you shrugged.

“I uh- this is new.”

“Walking on the streets?”

“No, it’s just…” you hesitated, “It’s strange. Don’t mind me. I’ve never been to this part of the city before.”

“Ever?”

You shook your head, “My wandering areas are limited, Sarge.”

He nodded slowly, “Even…before?”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you cleared your throat, “Where are we going?” you asked, ignoring his question, “Because I’ll have you know, I do have a knife in my purse and I’m not afraid to use it. Just in case you’re kidnapping me.”

That seemed to make him chuckle, “Yeah, I heard from Steve.”

“Steve is a nice guy.”

“That he is,” he said, and you tilted your head,

“How did you two meet?”

“I found him exactly how I find him every week. Getting beaten up in a back alley.”

You gawked up at him, “Why?”

“He’s way too impulsive for his own good. Looking for trouble, that one.”

You arched a brow, “I don’t think you’re in any position to judge, Sergeant.”

His smile was mischievous, “You’re not trouble.”

“I am,” you said calmly, “I really am. If you knew what was good for you, you’d stay away from me.”

“Well,” he shrugged, pulling you closer and you inhaled his scent as discreetly as you could, “Maybe Steve is rubbing off on me after all, then.”

Where he was taking you turned out to be a coffee house by the river. It was a warm, small place, almost homely and you looked around as he pushed your seat and took his own.

“Bucky,” the plump, elderly woman smiled at him brightly as she approached your table, and he grinned.

“Hi Margaret. Looking beautiful as always.”

“Oh stop it you,” she pushed at his shoulder, then her eyes fell on you, her smile widening, “Well hello there. Welcome to Coffee Pot.”

“Hello,” you smiled back. “Lovely place you have.”

“Oh aren’t you a sweetheart!” Margaret said, “What can I get you two lovebirds?”

Lovebirds?

“I’ll just have tea if you have it, thank you.”

“Just tea?” she asked, “Honey, our apple pie just came out of the oven, I’ll bring you two slices.”

“Oh that’s not-“

“Don’t fight it,” Bucky told you and winked at Margaret, “Margaret here won’t rest until she is sure she fed you.”

“Save your charms to her, you silly boy,” she said, “I’m bringing you the usual. I’ll be right back.”

She walked away and you raised your brows, “She’s sweet.”

“Yeah, me and Steve came here every weekend when we were growing up. She does have a great apple pie,” he said, and you leaned back, still taking in the place.

“You grew up around here?”

“Yes ma’am. Couple blocks away.” He motioned with his hand, “Worst part is, everyone around saw me with short pants and grazed knees more than they should have.”

“I feel like you were a sweet child.”

“My sister would disagree with you.”

Your head shot up, “You have a sister?”

“Yeah, Becca. She lives in Indiana.” He smiled at the mention of her name, “How about you?”

“An older sister.”

“She lives around?”

You shook your head, “Texas. She thinks I’m the devil in person so I haven’t seen her in maybe… five years or so.”

Bucky sucked in a breath through his teeth, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t have a family, really.” You said and Margaret approached you, then put the plates, your tea and Bucky’s coffee on the table, as you thanked her.

Bucky’s gaze didn’t waver, “Your parents?”

“Dad left on my tenth birthday, mom died when I was sixteen.” you said after you sipped your coffee, then shrugged, “People think poverty doesn’t kill you, but it does. We couldn’t afford medicine.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m not minimizing it, but,” you put the cup down, pushing the familiar grief to the back of your mind, then forced yourself to keep your voice stable, free of emotions “It was a long time ago. You learn to live with it.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

You nodded, then drummed your fingernails on the table, “So, can you tell first dates aren’t exactly my strongest suit yet?”

That made him chuckle, “Yeah, no. I’d say you’re doing pretty well.”

“Oh I can keep going if you-“

“Bucky?” a feminine voice cut you off and both you and Bucky looked at the owner of the voice. It was a light brunette girl with green eyes that narrowed when she took a look at you, and you pressed your lips together.

Oh yeah, you knew that look.

“Ruth,” Bucky said, then tried to smile, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Ruth said, dragging her gaze off you, “It’s uh….it’s been a while. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Bucky nodded politely, “You?”

“I’m good. I thought about sending you letters when you were there, but I didn’t know if-“ she stole a look at you, “Anyways. Welcome back.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said as an unfamiliar, bitter feeling spread through you and you watched her walk out of the coffee house as Bucky shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

“I may not have thought this through,” he admitted and you reached out to take your fork,

“You think?” you asked as you took a piece of the pie into your mouth and chewed on it, keeping your gaze on him,

“She’s-“

“I can tell, it’s obvious.” You scrunched up your nose for a moment, “Quite the heartbreaker, aren’t you Sarge?”

“We weren’t steady.”

“Okay,” you said calmly as you sipped your tea, and Bucky cleared his throat.

“We weren’t good together either.”

“If you say so,” you said, forcing your voice to sound amused, rather than bitter.

This was absolutely ridiculous, you didn’t do jealousy, and you certainly didn’t do it over some guy you had just met.

Besides, you being jealous would probably be the most hypocrite move ever, all things considered.

“She didn’t send me letters.” Bucky added after a beat and you nodded.

“My ears work just fine, Sarge,” you stated, “Don’t worry.”

Bucky turned his cup in his hand, deep in thought and you licked your lips.

“You alright there?”

“I just pictured this differently.”

“Oh you didn’t picture your ex-girlfriend seeing you on a date?” you asked with a small smile, “Come on. That’s the best part of dates.”

That made him chuckle and he played with the chain around his neck that held what you assumed was his dog tags under his shirt. You forced yourself to drag your gaze from his handsome face to the slice of pie.

“Don’t worry,” you said you stabbed the pie with the fork, “A lot of my clients have wives- had wives. Your ex-girlfriends couldn’t possibly bother me.”

Bucky looked almost taken aback, “I’m not your client.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, and you shook your head,

“No,” you said, “No you’re not.” A small smile pulled at your lips, “You’re too poor to be one, Sarge. Lucky for you you’re a sweet talker.”

“Is that right?” his grin was mischievous, “That’s it?”

“There might be some…contributing factors.”

“Such as?”

Rich or poor, young or old, this was the one thing all men had in common, even Bucky. Flattery was how you could get anything, in bed, outside…

It never failed to put them in a good mood.

“Well, I suppose you’re good looking,” you arched a brow, still keeping your small smile on your face but unlike before, unlike with all your clients, especially with General, this time it didn’t feel forced at all. The feeling almost surprised you, you were actually having fun. “And painfully aware of it. I can read people, you see.”

“Go on,” his voice was low and you pulled out your cigarette, which he lit for you.

“Do you want me to read you?”

“I want to see how good you are at it.”

“Alright,” you exhaled the smoke and narrowed your eyes a little as you kept your gaze on him, “Let me see. Well for starters, your ex-girlfriend gave me the evil eye while being nice to you, which means you kept her happy, until your breakup. A fella with a wandering eye wouldn’t have that.”

“So I’m faithful.”

“You also know how to kiss,” you stated, making him grin proudly, “So you are quite popular with ladies, Sarge. Your looks don’t hurt, I’m guessing. That’s how you learned how to be such a sweet talker.”

“But…?”

“But you also believe in love. In happy endings. You told me that one yourself.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Depends on the situation.” You took a drag of your cigarette, “So, you’re on demand but you look for love. For steady. For marriage even, in the future, with a gal you’re completely in love with.”

“That sounds like a pretty nice future if you ask me.”

“Yeah, and that right there shows that you’re a naïve romantic.”

He looked almost amused, “Why is it so naïve? What else can a man want?”

“I can assure you, they want more than a nice girl to come home to,” you exhaled the smoke, then stubbed your cigarette, “Power. Money.  Control.”

Bucky shrugged slightly, as if it was all meaningless. “I guess so.”

“You disagree.”

“They’re all important but would mean nothing if I didn’t share it with the right girl,” he said, “What else is money good for other than providing for those you love?”

You pulled your brows together and stared at him for a couple of seconds before you lit another cigarette.

“The girl you’ll marry will be the luckiest person in the world, Sarge.”

His gaze was soft, just like his smile, “Is she?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded, your heart skipping a beat, but you managed to distract yourself by taking a sip of your tea, “What can I say? You’re a bad influence on me.”

                                                 ***

Bucky insisted on walking you back to your street, even if you told him it wasn’t necessary. To be honest, for all your disagreement you actually quite liked it, him holding your hand, pressing you closer to his body, it felt much more intimate than anything you had done with your clients, regardless of how you were both dressed and in public. You could feel the warmth spreading from your stomach to your whole body and before you could even control yourself, you had already pulled him to the back alley where you could be away from everyone’s sight.

“What’re you doing, darling?”

You smiled up at him, backing him against the wall and he looked almost lured by you, his hand caressing your hair.

“You kissed me once,”

“Yes I did.”

“I want to return the favor.”

Bucky smiled before you pulled him by his collar, locking your lips into his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, feeling almost drunk with his warmth and his hand slipped down to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Take me to your house,” you whispered as soon as you pulled back, and he stole another kiss from you,

“Doll,”

“Tomorrow?” you breathed out “Bucky-“

“Hey,” he cut you off, cupping your cheek, “Darling, listen to me. I want you, more than you could imagine, but I’m not in a hurry.”

“I am!”

Your overly frustrated exclaim made him chuckle and he shook his head slightly,

“I don’t want you to run away.”

“It depends Sarge, are you that bad?” you asked, trying to rile him up, “I could teach you.”

His silent, cocky smirk was enough of an answer and you heaved a sigh, rolling your eyes,

“You’re the only man in Brooklyn who would turn me down.”

“Trust me, I can’t believe it either.”

You let out a small laugh at the sight of regret crossing his face and he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together.

“I want you to trust me first,” he told you, “Anything else other than your trust can wait.”

You pulled back slightly to see him better, searching for anything that could sign he wasn’t sincere in his eyes, but you found none. You nibbled on your bottom lip, forcing yourself not to smile but he could see your attempts which failed terribly.

“Have a nice night, Sergeant Barnes.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek, then made your way to the brothel. You knocked on the door and Thomas opened it, then let you walk inside.

“You look happy,” he commented as you hung your coat on the hallstand.

“You must be seeing things,”

“Nice walk, I assume?” he lowered his voice, “Tell him I’m not afraid to fight him if he ever upsets you.”

You shot him a mischievous smile, pressing your index finger on your lips, then ascended the stairs to your room, your heart still beating like crazy.

                                               ***

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Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Prompt No.14 - Metamorphosis Part II

Chapter 1 - 7

They watch Grace play. Danny stays close the to climbing frame with all the ropes to make sure he could run to the rescue if his girl should get into trouble. Steve mimics a statue and stays silent for a long time. Danny's tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth. All the great remarks he figured he could throw at Steve dissolve into a fog.

He learns once more how difficult it is to transport a special, magical mood into a normal Wednesday. Steve seems to be miles away. The bonding moment they've experienced is non-existent. Danny can't stand the silence any longer. If he wants the quiet, he hikes to the top of a damn mountain or goes snorkeling. "Hey, you okay there, Steve?" He side-eyes the tall, dark, handsome guy next to him.

Steve licks his lips and squints into the bright sunlight. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"You had, uh, a scare this morning with Mary, rattles every man. We think pregnant women are fragile but God, believe me, they're not."

Steve shoots him a thoughtful glance. "You speak from experience, I think. You're a father. You have a sweet girl."

Danny knows Steve doesn't mean to sound reproachful, but his words affect him. "Yes, that's my baby girl. I'm a proud father. We have the life we choose. Or sometimes life chooses us."

"So, you're married? Do you plan on having more children? I haven't seen your wife." Steve gets braver. He even turns and stands closer to Danny. Danny likes where this is going. Steve's checking the turf.

"I was married. Rachel and I have worked hard to become friends for Grace's sake. And no, no more kids on the way. I'm divorced and, uh, I'm single." Danny can't look at Steve. The urge to explain is still pressuring behind his chest. He kind of swipes the playground with his eyes. He hopes he sounds nonchalantly enough. "I'm here for Grace. Today, I mean. It's uh, Rachel, her mother, has an appointment and her husband's not here yet. I'm an emergency backup. Didn't expect to run into you on the maternity ward, though." Danny twists his upper body to check up on Steve's mood. "I honest to God thought Mary's your wife." Okay, his heartbeat just picked up speed. His mouth is as dry as the Gobi Desert.

Steve goes quiet again. Danny senses his troubled mind and wished Steve would be a bit more responsive. It's no fun to talk to a menhir. Danny doesn't get easily pushed out of his comfort zone. But add emotions to the mix and he's as light as a feather in strong wind. Jeez. Danny purses his lips. He fights the urge to assure Steve he's into guys too and that there's nothing wrong with the circumstance to have a family with a woman and why the hell does he even bother? This guy drives him nuts. Danny's armpits are uncomfortably wet.

"No, Mary's my younger sister. I wouldn't be a good father, I guess. I wouldn't know what to do with a helpless bundle, too scared to mess up. I don't know. I've never had to make that decision –" Steve bends his head and watches his shoes, "if I wanna be a father I mean. Hasn't happened so far." He adds.

"Hey, you did well. You made sure Mary's well taken care of."

"We had a big argument before she let me maneuver her into my truck to drive her to the hospital. She's so stubborn. I found her on all four, doing garden work. I freaked. She had cramps and I was so scared. She said, she overdid it and that's all. She just wanted to lie down until everything would calm down. But I couldn't – " Steve rubs with his fist at his forehead. "I got so scared. I had this horror movie running through my mind. I saw how she gave birth, collapsing out on the lawn behind the house or something like this. I needed to bring her here. I can handle tough calls but not when it's my baby sister nine months pregnant with my niece. I've just lost my nerves, I guess." Steve laughs bashfully. "Not my bravest moment."

"You did good, Steve. Mary's going to be fine and she'll be okay. You'll see, nature knows how to do what needs to be done when it's time. Women give birth since humanity exists. Kawika is with her. You're fine and I know you're going to spoil your niece rotten once she's born."

Steve smiles at him and Danny's bones turn into useless goo. "Why haven't you texted? Called? I thought you wanted to get that rain check on lunch?" Danny chews on his bottom lip. His eyes scan the playground to make sure Grace isn't in any danger. "I've waited for your call." Should he have said that? Too much pressure, no, he shouldn't have said that.

Steve clears his throat. "Yeah, about that. I, uh, I was hungry, but I got caught up in work. You know, uhm, I had to get the seedlings into the ground. I would have – would have called, you know? But days," Steve steps closer, still with his arms crossed over his chest as if he has to hug himself, "days sometimes flow into each other and I can't really say how much time has passed. It's been almost a week since we've met and when time passes the things that happened start to shape in something else. I wasn't – it was an intense afternoon. I, uhm," Steve draws a breath before he continues, "you saw me at the worst. I wasn't sure if you wanted to, you know, go for lunch, have a chat. I'm not the funny average guy to talk about the weather over chicken salad."

Danny has his eyes on Grace. He wants to give Steve the space to have his mini freak-out about the fact he might have scared Danny off. He ignores how the heat in the pit of his stomach flows in all directions. "You forgot my number." Danny states calmly, "just say it, Steve. Be honest. I'm not offended. Okay a bit, yes, a bit. I'm offended a bit that you forgot my number." Danny rocks on his heels back and forth while he rambles. "I expected a SEAL, even a SEAL buried up to his nose in flowers and plants to remember a few, easy numbers. Don't you get trained for that? I thought you're tough multitasking guys. The Army is a fun club."

Steve stiffens and scoffs. "I haven't forgotten your number. It's 808-925-1717. Happy? And it's the Navy, Danny. The Navy."

Danny can't believe how fast Steve falls for that dumb joke. "God, you're so easy to tease. Don't be so uptight about it. Look at you, all puffed out chest and standing at attention. I know, man, it's the Navy. I didn't mean to offend you." He hopes his smile is appeasing. "Good to know you didn't forget my number." He darts a look at Steve and sees how he sets his jaw to keep his lips from being pulled into a grin. Instead, he gazes off into the distance and fishes his cell from the pocket and unlocks the screen.

Two seconds later, Danny's cell rings. He takes the call with the unknown caller ID. "Yeah, Detective Williams, HPD – who's it?" He frowns hard at Steve who stands there like a boy who has all fun doing a silly prank.

"Yeah, Detective Williams, McGarrett here, Steve McGarrett. Do you remember me?"

"Yes, you big goof. The Army guy, isn't it?" Danny can't control the laughter. He really needed to say that.

Steve glares at him, for real this time. "You owe me a fat rain check on lunch and for being too dense to know the difference between the Army and the Navy. I'm hungry. Lunch. Today. You're paying. You're in?"

"You know how stupid this is to stand three feet apart and to give me a call, don't you? I can hear you talking and the echo in my hear is strange. How old are you? Five?"

"You haven't answered my question." Steve still speaks into his phone and watches Danny at the same time.

"Yes. Lunch. Today. Good. I'm in. Where do you wanna go?"

"Have you ever taken Grace to Kame's shrimp truck for Kame's specialty of the day? She'll love it."

Whenever Steve says Grace's name, Danny gets kind of dizzy with something he doesn't want to explore. Steve watches him with a gentle, kind expression. Too much for Danny's heart to stand for more than five seconds. "No, I haven't but Kame's place it is." He hangs up.

"See?" Steve seems utterly satisfied, smug even. Danny notices Steve's faintly colored cheeks.

He has tried to keep the love at bay. The crazy beast of feelings is toying with him, tugging at the golden rope wound around his heart. But he can't hold it and he doesn't want to. The way Steve stands there, watching children playing, having a hawk-eye on Grace, makes it impossible for Danny to hold on to the rope that keeps the insane sensation in his heart controlled. He lets the leash go and stands his ground when the wave of feelings rushes through his body.

This guy is going to be the death of him. Danny's cell rings again. This time it's Stan. "Hi, Stan. Yeah, she's fine. Where are you? Give me a second. I'll meet you at the entrance. Yes, she asked me to make sure you'll find her." Danny's eyes search for Grace.

"Danny, it's fine. I'll take care of her. Go, go be with Stan. We'll wait for you right here, okay?" Steve squeezes Danny's shoulder with his large hand.

"You don't mind? You'll keep her safe?" Danny asks hesitantly. He never lets a stranger look after Grace. But Steve, Steve's different.

"Danny, I'll take care of her as if she's my daughter." This time, Steve blushes bright red but he doesn't correct himself. "I'm good at keeping people safe, especially your daughter. Go, Grace is safe with me."

Danny exhales and covers Steve's hand on his shoulder shortly with his own. He swallows. This man, God, he can totally feel the softness of Steve's lips pressed to his just by looking at his mouth. The bottom of his stomach drops out. Danny forces his eyes to stay above Steve's nose, but he gets distracted by the longest lashes he has ever seen on a guy. Steve waits for reassurance. Danny forces his eyes to focus. "Yeah, good. Thank you, Steve. I mean it. I'm back in a flash."

Danny still sees Steve's smile after he reunited Stan with Rachel and made sure they were good. He hurries back to the playground on the other side of the street. But –

He doesn't see Steve. Where the hell is he?

Danny runs faster. And where the hell is Grace?

For a split second, Danny's heart races and his muscles tremble faintly under the strain of too much tension. And then, he hears the lighthearted giggle from his little girl. He jogs over to where the sound comes from. He can't believe his eyes. This tough, combat-hardened SEAL sits on a seesaw with a bright grin on his face. Grace is safely tucked in between the handlebar and Steve's strong arms. He boxes her in to keep her safe. On the other side of the seesaw, three kids shout and laugh simultaneously. They try to fight the weight, to make the seesaw move.

Danny bites the thick rope of emotions back that tries to strangle his throat.

"Danno!" Grace screams and giggles with her head thrown back. She laughs at Steve and Steve looks down at her and answers her laugh with an even brighter grin.

No one ever has told Danny that happiness can be as sharp as a spear. The detonation of feelings almost has him bend over. "Monkey!" He waves and jogs closer. "What are you guys doing?"

Steve whispers something in her ear. "Winning!" His little girl screams on the top of her small lungs. The kids on the other side shout something back.

When they are safely back on the ground Grace throws herself into Danny's arms. "Danno, that was great! Steve is fun! We won!" She clings to him.

Danny hugs her extra tightly. He follows Steve's stance and the way his eyes search his, not letting go until he stands right next to Danny.

"Thank you," Danny whispers.

"You're welcome, Danno." Steve has a way to roll the letters on his tongue that makes Danny want to bury his face in the curve of Steve's shoulder.

Danny puts Grace down and keeps an eye on Steve. "Danno is –" he downplays how much Steve makes him want to reinvent the world. He can't let Steve have that name in his mouth. He can't. "Danno is Grace's endearment for me. I – You can't, it's –"

"I told Steve he could use it, too. He asked me." Grace grabs Danny's fingers and pulls him forward.

Danny blinks. How long has he been away? Two days? "How much have you guys talked? I haven't been away that long!"

Steve shrugs.

"I'm hungry, Danno. Can we go now? Steve said we're going to see a friend. He has shaved ice and French fries."

Danny gawps as Steve. Steve stuffs his hands down the front pockets of his cargos. He looks only half-guilty. "I told her Kame has also lots of different salads and shrimps. And that her daddy knows what she likes for lunch."

"Good choice of words. Good choice." Danny furrows his brows and almost drowns in Steve's gaze. "Yeah, let's head to Kame's. I don't have a car. My HPD partner drove me."

"If that's the only thing that's holding us back, then – we're good." Steve jingles with the car keys. "My truck is over there. Let's go."

Danny has no memory of how they've ended up talking about dolphins. The air is saturated with a heavy scent of wind and sea and a wild beauty Danny has never sensed before. Grace cheerfully answers Steve's questions about the animals she loves the most. Sometimes she also screams their names. "I love fishes! I love dolphins!"

"Baby, tone it down. My ears ring when you shout like that. Dolphins aren't fish, Monkey. They belong to the mammals. They breathe air just like you." He twists on his seat to wink at his baby girl.

She's tiny with the seatbelt across her small chest. The black back seat almost swallows her up. It's huge. Steve's truck is huge and everything in it. She bends her knees and tucks them to her chest. She smiles one of her staggering happy smiles. "I love mamas!" She shouts and giggles at the same time.

"Mammals. A difficult word but you're doing great." Danny's mood is dangerously close to soaring high. It's somewhere up in the stratosphere where rainbows get born and where space waste gets burned when entering the earth's atmosphere. But he couldn't care less.

Steve wears a small smile that makes him glow. Danny looks out of the window. His eyes would have betrayed him under one second flat. He inhales deeply to wallow in the scent of Steve's skin and the way his detergent wafts over to him, tickling his nose and making his heart ache.

"You love dolphins, Grace?"

"YES!" She yells.

"It's time we get some food into you, Grace-face. Look we're here!" Danny unbuckles the seatbelt and pushed the door open. Kame's place is busy with lunch guests. "Hey, Steve! Look! Isn't that Mary and Kawika over there? Whoa, Kono and Chin are also here. Kame's having the time of the day with all the money his getting out of us."

Steve jumps out of the car to scowl over where a bunch of people sit and talk. Danny touches his arm after he helped Grace out of the car. "Steve, you okay?"

"I – Mary's here. She should be lying in bed with her feet on a pillow not moving an inch until the baby's born. What is she doing here?"

"Come on, let's find out. And Steve, before you throw Mary in the back of your truck to drive her home, let Kawika handle it."

"I wouldn't do that!" Steve blurts.

"Maybe you believe that but the way you stare over at her I fear for her lunch. Go easy on her. She's fine Steve. Pregnant women gotta eat."

They get greeted with loud cheering. Kame is serving the first round. "Look what the cat dragged in. Danny with his little girl. It's time you bring her around. Sit down, pua li'ili'i. You hungry?"

Danny places Grace next to Kono. Too many people make her go all quiet and shy. Steve greets the bunch like they're old friends. Kono fires a gazillion questions at Danny only with her eyes. He just ignores her with an elegant move. "Mary, how are you. Is everything okay? Steve was a bit shocked to see you here. He's afraid you might overdo it again."

Mary wipes at her mouth with a napkin. "My brother," she makes sure Steve hears her, "thinks every time I get up our sweet little flower slips out as if I have any intentions to give birth standing upright." She laughs and Kawika pulls her protectively against his side.

"Go easy on him, darling." Danny hears Kawika whisper.

Steve glares at Mary and steals a shrimp off her plate. "Look at your belly. It's so big. You're ripe like an apple. Let me worry okay?"

"Punk, relax. I'm fine. I was hungry. After lunch, Kawika takes me home. Happy?"

Steve takes her hand and has her look at him. "I'll drop by to check up on you."

"I love you, Punk," Mary whispers. "Thank you."

Steve thins his lips. He gifts her with a small smile but doesn't say it back. He takes the seat across Danny and gets involved in a conversation with Chin.

Danny plops down on the bench. "Do you know each other?" He asked dumfounded over to where Steve catches up with Kono, Chin, and Kawika. Kono gifts him with a stupid face and completely slack-jawed.

"You're kidding, right, Danny?"

"No, I'm not. I – I haven't expected you to know each other is all."

"Kukui High, football, quarterback. Freaking Hawai'i, surfing. Brah, of course, we know each other. We hung out together at the beach. We all grew up in Hawai'i. Steve's ohana. He's gone to save the world and now he's back. We all make sure he's fine, getting along with life and all, you know." Kono slaps his back. "Dude, you didn't know that?"

Danny wants to scream. He wants to go for a walk. "How the hell would I know that? I'm the new guy, remember? You have never even mentioned anything about knowing a Steve!" He cuts Grace's shrimps in small pieces to distract him from this unveiling. He can't look in Steve's direction when he sees Steve matching names and events together.

"Danny's your partner?" Steve asks Kono with so much disbelief in his voice it's comical. "He's the haole you talked about?" Okay, that high-pitched voice is a bit unsexy.

After that Danny's memories are blurry.

He remembers a lot of laughter, especially Steve's low, rare carefree rumble. At one point, Kono punches Danny hard and makes faces at him. She points out how he hasn't checked his phone a single time since they've sat down. That got her thinking. She's about the figure out who he might have a secret crush on. Danny kicks her shin and pinches her thigh to shut her up. Kono gives him the stink-eye.

Danny stirs the attention immediately away from Kono with her razor-sharp mind. He calls over to Mary. He asks her if she could be a bit more specific about the details Steve has told her about him. Because that's what she said when they met at the hospital. Strangely enough, Steve chooses that moment to get seconds from Kame's hit of the day. The chatter dies as if well-orchestrated. All eyes are on Steve's sister.

"You have to know one thing, Danny. I talk Steve."

Danny forces himself not to cast a look over to where Steve chats with Kame. "That's a language?"

"Yeah, actually it is. And we all talk Steve. It's – it's a thing. When our mom died and when our dad got lost for some time someone needed to take care of Steve. We all did but I'm his sister. So, he doesn't say much and it's up to us to decipher what is hidden beneath the words he utters. We had a game going as teenagers. He never liked it when we did that. Steve doesn't do emotion; at least not the same way we handle them."

Danny eats. He's not hungry and he's not sure if his body is able to fight the tightness in his throat. He swallows and pretends his skin isn't on fire. "So, okay, what did Steve say that made you recognize me at the hospital?"

Mary's face morphs into a seriousness Danny wouldn't have thought possible. She looks as if she carries wisdom you only gain when of old age. She's calm when she answers his question. "Steve said just two words after a fruitless conversation to get more out of him. He said, 'he stayed' besides that, you're blond and asked all the right questions."

Rachel is downstairs resting from the day's treatment. Stan prepares a simple dinner in the kitchen. Danny tucks Grace in. It has been an adventurous day and Grace is tired. Danny reads to her from her favorite book, but she almost falls asleep. He puts the book aside.

"Did you have a good day, Monkey?"

"Mm-hmm. It was fun. Steve is fun."

"Yeah, he is."

"I asked Kono to take me surfing. Steve surfs too. He said he could teach me, too."

"Grace, baby, we've talked about this. It's still too early. Next year, okay?"

Grace plays with the bed cover before she whispers. "Steve has dolphins and he said he makes me see them."

Danny sits up. He doesn't lose his smile on his face. "He has dolphins. Really? Where?"

"He said, at the beach, where he lives. Danno, dolphins! Can we go see them? I want to go. Steve said we can come anytime." Grace glows and looks so hopefully at him. He knows how much she loves dolphins. "We can go tomorrow. Please, Danno, please." She whines, too exhausted and too hyper about the fact that Steve got miraculously some dolphins somewhere at his house.

"Let me talk to him, first, okay? And then we can go see them. But you might haven't heard it right, Monkey. Are you sure he said there are dolphins at the beach?"

Grace nods enthusiastically. "At the beach, Steve's beach. But we have to paddle out, to see them. He said he's going to show me. Can I go? Please, Danno." She begs.

Danny kisses her forehead and whispers in her ear, "of course, Monkey. We'll go visit Steve and he's going to show you the dolphins."

Back at home, Danny's finally alone with his thought. He can't stand that Steve told, promised even, his little girl dolphins. Real dolphins, the wild ones in the sea. No one promises a child something without keeping it. Danny doesn't know how he feels. Steve should have asked him. He should have consulted him. Danny can't stand the picture of his little girl far out on a paddleboard on the ocean. Not even a boat. Nothing, his girl has nothing lost on the ocean. Not yet, too dangerous.

Danny types already the words to send Steve a text. He's agitated and paces the small space in his apartment. He's also angry. What was Steve thinking to make such a promise?

Danny deletes the written text. He grabs his keys from the kitchen table instead and storms outside. He peels off the parking lot and heads towards Steve's place in the jungle. He needs to ask him in person what the hell he was thinking. Who has freaking dolphins at the beach at home?

Danny's headlights lighten the dark street on the freeway. It's late. The first drop of rain hits the windshield when Danny makes the turn to drive up the dirt road to Steve's place.

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Mcdanno, #39. Long distance relationship??

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This story takes place in the “Chosen” universe, but you needn’t have read that to understand this little piece. Hope that’s okay

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Steve scrambles for the phone, jumping over the coffee table and almost landing on one of Charlie’s Lego structures.

“Yes, hello,” he pants into the receiver, as he plops down into the couch, his leg already sore from the exertion. “Hello?”

The line crackles, followed by, “hey, babe.”

Steve sits up, never minding his cramping leg. “Danno! How are you?”

“Better now that I’ve got a hold of you.”

“Awww, you really think that sounds romantic, don’t you? I pity your game.”

“Oi, I have ten minutes to use the phone, you sure you want to use it up insulting me?”

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, kinky, but, how about not.” Steve pouts in response, and Danny continues, “tell me, how are you? How are things? The leg? The kids? My parents? Did Nahele find his lucky socks, did we bring them from Hawaii? How about—

Steve blinks, adjusting to the change of pace. This is not how he envisioned a long-distance relationship with Danny.

“Okay, hold your horses there, more conversation, less interrogation, okay? The kids are fine, or as fine as they can be, your parents are lovely as usual, and absolutely delighted to have the kids around.”

Danny snorts (and it does not sound pretty over the phone).

“You’ve been dumping them with my Ma every week, huh?”

Steve takes a beat before answering, “dumping sounds harsh, it’s more like…”

“Sorry, giving them the opportunity to enjoy the kids on a semi-regular basis.”

“Yeah,” he nods to himself, “much more dignified, that works.”

Danny snorts again. Steve can almost see him shaking his head.

“But in all seriousness, Steve, how’s the leg?”

“It’s fine, Danno, much better than last time we saw each other. I’ve been doing PT and everything.” Steve strokes his thigh as he talks, remembering how it used to be less than a year ago. “Today I walked all the way from the kids’ school to your parents’ house.” Steve wiggles his eyebrows satisfied with his accomplishment.

“Oh, wow, that’s actually a lot more than I expected,” Danny says, a huge smile in his voice. “Congrats for you.”

“Thank you.” Steve answers, satisfied smile of his own dangling from his lips. “So, uhm, how’s your thing going, you adjusting to training well?”

“Uuuuh, yeah, people are, you know, a bunch of average joes for the most part, and a good part of them wash out in the first week, so I’m holding my ground, comparatively I’m okay.”

Oh, that’s code speak for I hate it, Steven, I hate it so much.

“Does that mean you’re objectively a klutz and your drill sergeant hates you?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Naah, I’m fine, I’m five-oh, we know how to keep it cool and interesting, you know?”

“Riiiight, you bored out of your mind yet?”

“Maybe.” Steve can sense the way Danny shrugs only one shoulder and finds it endearing.

Next to the telephone, there’s a whole wall of salvaged pictures in mismatched frames. There’s a handful of people there he’ll never get to see again, whose voice he’ll never hear again. Some of them were gone way before They came, but some other, he just couldn’t save.

There’s a shift all around him, reality sets in, the strangeness of it. Danny deployed, Steve pining for his boyfriend, unable to help, still convalescent from his various wounds.

“Did they test you already?” Steve blurts out, unable to rein it all in, profoundly aware of how these things go, it is after all what he does as a “hobby” since Danny went; get as much information as he can on the situation. He couldn’t pretend the test wasn’t happening at some point, all people who present the gene and are clearly not wash-outs, are tested. Danny was bound to get tested as soon as the alliance could get their hands on him. His background as a LEO is a huge asset that can’t go ignored.

There’s a small fraction of a second where the line goes silent, and then it connects again.

“Yeah, yeah, no, sure, I mean, yeah. I got tested. A bunch of us did.”

Steve frowns, that’s Danny deflection 101.

“How was it?”

One more time, the line goes silent for less than a second.

“Hmm, uhmm, babe, look, I’m pretty sure this call’s been monitored and as you know we can’t really discuss… the process: it’s classified.”

Steve huffs. He hates that ultimately, he can’t truly know, because he’s not there.

“Sucks been told that, huh?” Steve rolls his eyes, trust Danny to keep grudges alive

for the better part of a decade. “Can’t believe it took a major world-wide disaster to get you back on that one.” Danny tries to keep it light, but even before he says it, Steve knows whatever Danny comments will fall flat.

There’s a short silence where neither of them talks, and Steve can hear the hub dub behind Danny—wherever he is. It sounds familiar in a disorienting way.

On more the one occasion he had told someone from outside to not purposefully make it hard on his team guys. His stomach clenches, and Steve takes a deep breath as he racks his brain for safe topics to talk about.

“How about the food? We can talk about that, right?” He exhales after the last word, ordering his body to relax.

Danny clicks his tongue. He knows what Steve’s up to, and he’s game.

“Oh, yes, we can! I don’t know what’s the deal with these guys, one week everything is delicious and hearty, makes you want to go for seconds and thirds, some seasoning has been so inspired it I use my free time trying to figure out the recipes.”

A distant memory flashes behind Steve’s eyes, Danny cooking back in Pikoii street, barefoot and carefree. Steve sniffs against his will and has to cover his mouth with the back of his hand as to not disturb Danny.

“And then for a few days or a whole week, bland crap, gruel, Steven, veritable gruel—makes me want to go in an involuntary diet. Yuck.”

Steve swallows thickly. “Sounds like regular military experience if you ask me, in fact, above regular, all I ate was gruel for the first four years of my service.”

“Nu-uh! Impossible, I know from a good source you were happy to eat rations in the comfort of your own home when good steak was readily available.”

Steve swallows again, tears spilling over his hands.

“It was Italian food actually,” he croaks.

“Even worse, babe, you’re really not helping your case.”

“What can I say, I get nostalgic sometimes.” He trips mentally on the nostalgia and a sob slips past his tight emotional control.

Danny sighs. Heartbroken as well.

“Babe, babe, Steve. I’m sorry, please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he sniffs.

“I know I just mean…”

“I know, I’m sorry too.”

“Look, I don’t mean to beat you while you’re down…” Danny trails off, but Steve can connect the dots.

“Basic training is extending then? You gonna be a specialist now?”

“Ugh, you’re killing me Steven. It’s cla—no, you know what, fuck this shit, whoever is out there screening my calls, you listen to me you son of a bitch,” Danny yell-whispers to the third party on the line. “I’m talking with my boyfriend right now, who I would have married if not for the giant clusterfuck we are all living through right now, he’s the father of my children and my best friend, so I’ll tell him whatever the fuck I want, you censor this call and I swear I’ll hunt you down and bash your head in, you hear me?!”

Steve chuckles wetly, this is the hothead he loves.

There's a soft clicking sound in the background. It sounds definitive. So, he chooses to believe the censor’s gone.

“You would have married me, huh?”

“Of course.”

“What if I said no.”

“Pfft, please, you were a sure thing.” Steve wants to protest, but Danny keeps talking

over him. “Look, now that the censor is gone. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“What?” Steve rushes to ask, fearing the worst.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. What else?”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you more. What else?”

“I already made it through basic and I’m being fast-tracked to pilot.”

Even though he suspected, having confirmation is like a punch to the lungs. No wonder the censor left, a pilot has different privileges, a pilot scares people away, even if they’re being hoisted as the only chance they have left.

“Steve, you there?”

“You’ve never been one to pull your punches.”

“No, I haven’t. Which is why, once I’m done with that I’ll be coming home for a whole month, okay?” Danny pleads, “I got special leave. I’ll be home for Christmas, okay?”

For Steve, it’s like the world’s ending all over again. The future path folding in on itself in front of him, rearranging into a yawning void made of the fearful and the unknown.

Christmas.

Christmas is only two months away. He can foresee his life up until Christmas. He can push through to that.

“Christmas it is.” He sniffles again.

“Yeah, Christmas. Look, I still have about five minutes on the line, why don’t you tell me about the kids, they adjusting well?”

More tears run down his face, but he talks. About homework, about tantrums, about movie nights, about burnt popcorn, about the kids begging to get a dog, about shortages of chocolate and coffee, about going insane with the bickering and the meaningless fights, about never doing so much laundry in his life, the herb garden Charlie and Nahele are doing together as a school project, Grace’s dissertation and newfound interest in nursing. Steve talks and talks, enough to carry Danny home, safe and sound, only two months away.

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x female reader

Ever since she met Steve mcgarret her life had changed. Almost a year ago she transferred from her job as a detective in California to the HPD. She had helped 5-0 on several cases before Steve asked her to jump ship at HPD to be on his team. While the prospect of immunity and means and a swanky office were incredibly inticing it was the handsome man standing in front of her with a smirk that could end a world war that made it pretty impossible to say no. While she prided herself on not getting swept away by a nice smile and intense eyes. There was a first for everything.

When she started with 5-0 she quickly noticed that the team was like a family, and she was happy to be a part of it. She also noticed that the handsome commander was going through something, she managed to deduce (or ask Danny) that he had his heart broken by a woman named Catherine.

Over the next 6 months Y/N and Steve began to gravitate towards each other. Steve would partner her up with him when Danny was away, they would stand closer and closer to each other while watching jerry run down a case on the screen, when it was time for paper work Y/N would end up working on the couch in Steve’s office or vis virsa. Danny noticed of course and kept quiet as long as he could. To Y/N at least, he had been encouraging Steve to make a move for months now but knew he just had to wait the both of them out.

One morning while working on a case Steve had pulled a chair up to Y/N’s desk to work through an idea he had with her. They had a classic hallmark movie moment when he went to hand her a paper and their hands touched. Their eyes locked and she was waiting for him to make a stupid excuse to move away from her. Instead he cleared his throat and said “y/n I know this might be a leap but I really like hanging out with you, will you go out with me tonight? Or we could stay in and watch a movie? I’ll cook for you!” Y/n was taken aback for a second but lucky for her she was quick on her feet. “Handsome, strong, and you cook but still nervous to ask a girl out huh?” She replied, earning a throaty chuckle from Steve. “I’d love to have a stay in date with you tonight. What are you gonna cook for me?” “It’s a surprise” Steve said with a smirk wiggling his eye brows causing y/n to laugh.

After solving the case and finishing up paper work the team called it a day early .Steve stopped off at y/n’s office to “pick her up” for their date when they saw an awkward Danny standing in the doorway. “Uhhh Steve... Catherine is here she uh she’s asking for you” Steve’s face paled at her name. “Uh alright let’s go see what’s up shall we?” He asked motioning for her and Danny to come with him. Y/n and Danny exchanged worried looks as Steve turned to walk out the door. “Catherine, Catherine? Like broke Steve’s heart and stomped on it Catherine?” She whispered to Danny as she walked by “That’d be the one.” He replied

They walked out to the main room. Her stomach dropped at the sight of the beautiful woman, she assumed was Catherine standing in front of her! “Steve!” She whispered as she ran to hug him. Steve hesitated for a moment before hugging her back. Y/n knew then that the course of the evening had just changed from “1st date” to “catching up with ex girlfriend who broke your heart” and she had no idea where that left her.

Catherine had explained that a man she had been after for months with the CIA had just fled to the island and she needed the help of 5-0. Y/n didn’t miss the glances Catherine was stealing as Steve gave out the orders. She couldn’t blame her... she’d been in a meaningful relationship that had ended when she had been promoted to detective in her precinct in California and knew there would always be feelings there. However she also knew that Catherine was looking longingly at the man she had been falling for for the past year and that man had finally asked her on a date before she waltzed back into his life and she wasn’t taking it too kindly!

The team had all been given their orders and where about to split up. Kathrine was paired with Steve, y/n with Danny. Y/n knew as the person with the most intel and the leader of the team that it was logical for Catherine and Steve to be paired up but that didn’t sway the anger she felt welling up inside her.

Y/n finished putting on her vest and went to walk towards the door when Steve grabbed her arm gently. He gave her a long sweet kiss on the cheek and said with a smile. “This doesn’t change our plans okay sweetheart? It just alters the timing a little, I’m really sorry about this.” Y/n couldn’t help giant smile or the feeling in her chest, not only at what Steve said or the kiss but also the nickname he used for her. While this eased her worry she still couldn’t shake the feeling in her stomach as she watched how easily Catherine and Steve slipped right back into working side by side.

This feeling lasted through out the whole mission. Especially after Catherine’s reaction to Steve getting punched by the suspect as he put him In the HPD cruiser. Catherine had his face in her hands assessing the bruise and y/n watched as she leaned in whispering to him . She quickly turned on her heal to take her seat in Danny’s car as she told him to drive. Danny of course noticed how quiet the usually quippy y/n was on the ride home, and assumed he knew the reason, but waited for her to bring it up on her own.

After watching her mope as she finished her paper work, Danny had finally had enough. He walked into y/n’s office and said. “Alright y/n/n we talking about this or what?” “I was pleasantly surprised at how long you left me with out the interrogation” She answered as Danny laughed sitting down on the chair across from her. “Y/n I saw the exchange with Steve today before we left. I know my boy and he has it bad. I have spent months berating him to finally make his move with you and in classic Steve nature he has the worst timing.” Danny says “ I don’t know Danny I know we have feelings for each other but now that she’s back maybe I should just take a step back” “y/n there is no way in hell i’m letting you do that with out a fight, I’ve put a lot into this relationship.” “I know man ... but I I can’t go through this again.” She catches herself off guard as she gets chocked up. “ I know I haven’t shared much about that part of my life but let’s just say I’ve been pushed to the back burner a lot in the past and Danny I can’t accept being second best with him. I just can’t.”“y/n listen to me...” Danny says before you cut him off”.

“I’ll never be able to compete with Catherine !” She says while blinking back tears. “There is no competition y/n” she turns to the deep voice she hears behind her and is faced by a serious Steve. Danny squeezes her arm in support as he leaves. She wipes her stray tears as she turns to face Steve.

“Come on you’re Steve mcgarret everything’s a competition in your world!” She says trying to ease the tension she feels. “Not when it comes to you!” Steve says looking her straight in the eye. “Steve we don’t have to talk about this. We can just go back to the way we were yesterday no harm no foul.” she says trying but failing to be convincing. “Y/n I don’t want that. I told you none of this changes our plans. I have been trying to ask you out for months” He chuckles but still has a serious look on his face. “I know Steve but Catherine is back now and she said herself she might stay and I know how it is with exes I just I... I can’t compete.” She says and calmly as she can, which isn’t very calm at this point. “Y/n I told you...theres no competition”

“I know you only just asked me on a first date but we work together Steve, and you’re my best friend on this island, so I wouldn’t have said yes to tonight if I didn’t see a future relationship with you and I know you’ve probably been debating this in your head for months before asking me out.” She says “You talked to Danny didn’t you” Steve said. Y/n chuckles but looks down at her feet in thought again as Steve says “But you’re right I’ve thought this through and I see a future with you y/n. And believe me when I say there is NO competition here” He says pushing a stray hair behind her ear.

“Steve” She says in almost a whisper “You almost married her! You’re always going to love her and I get that I do... but there is no way I measure up to her...” y/n looks down at her shoes “and I just, I’ve always been second best and I don’t think I can take being that to you.” Steve took her hands in his and swooped his head down to meet her eyes with his.

“Y/n... yes I loved Catherine , yes I was going to propose and when she left it crushed me. But sweetheart, I survived!...” “You survive everything” y/n huffs under her breath with a half chuckle. “But that’s the thing though darlin’...” Steve says in a serious voice “after Catherine , I never thought I’d feel that way again... and then you came into my life and I felt something totally different, that I have never felt before and I know we haven’t even been on a real date yet but honestly if I lost you... I don’t think I would survive.” Steve says and while his words were confident she hears the crack in his voice and notices the way his eyes are now on their feet rather than meeting hers.

She doesn’t know what to say... did the great Steve Mcgarrett just admit he wasn’t invincible? Did he just say losing her would be what brought him down? The usually sceptical y/n found her self confident in the man standing in front of her. She smiled as she took a hand out of his to tilt his chin up to look her in the eye. “I’m sorry did you just admit there is something in this world you can’t use your ninja stills to beat?” Y/n says with a chuckle Steve smiles moving his free hand to cup her cheek. “Y/n there are a lot of things I never thought I’d admit but there’s this sneaky thing about you that makes me wanna tell you everything” Steve says as he strokes her cheek.

“Yeah you have that about you too... but your secret is definitely that cute little smirk, it’s like my kryptonite! And don’t even get me started on those nicknames! Y/n laughs. “You noticed that huh?l” Steve asks smirking “Noticed it? It took all I had not to kiss you every time you said it” “hmm I’ll have to remember that” Steve smirks.

Steve looks at her a bit more seriously “but y/n I don’t want you to go into this with doubts” “Steve I trust you, I do and I believe you when you say I’m not your second choice. And I know that if the roles were reversed and my ex came waltzing in here we’d be having a very similar conversation and I’d hope you’d believe that I choose you too.”

Steve laughs as he says “If your ex walked through that door there’d be a lot more punching.” He says pointing to the door “I have much less self control than you.” Y/n laughs as she leans into Steve’s hand still stroking her cheek “you feel that strongly about me huh babe?”

Steve smiles “I sure do” Steve chuckles “babe huh? I like it” “Oh yeah?” Y/n asks. “Yeah sweetheart, I do” Steve smirks. “I told you what that nickname makes me want to do” she laughs. “Oh I remember” Steve says leaning closer. Y/n leans in closing the gap between them. Steve’s other hand moves to y/n’s neck pulling her in Slightly. Y/n’s hands travel to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss is sweet but not lacking heat after waiting so long.

They pull apart both smiling. Steve takes y/n’s hand in his “Ready for that date I promised you sweetheart?” y/n smiles. “More than ready Babe”

They walk out of y/n’s office hand in hand past a cheering Danny on the way to their first of many dates.

Not my gifs!!!

#hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine #hawaii #steve imagine #steve mcgarrett #hawaii five 0 fanfiction #steve mcgarrett imagine #h50 #h50imagine #hawaii five 0 xreader #hawaii five 0 x y/n #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #fanfiction

[queenkeeleyhawes]

REPOST: queenkeeleyhawes’s official ranking of keeley’s male character counterparts

**reposting because i added theo (i forgot him the first time), added martin (mutual friends) because i recently watched it. removed david from top tier after i revisited some things. moved sven to top tier because it’s what he deserves. and moved gene hunt lower because let’s be honest, he’s the worst.**

this list includes: husbands, boyfriends, bosses, and other male coworkers. there is some of her work that i left off because her part was too small. i started this list originally at 5 am a couple of weeks ago. these are my personal opinions. please don’t come for me. most are pretty self-explanatory too but i did list reasons anyway. if you happen to disagree with me, that’s fine, but i’m pretty set in my ways so even if we have a nice conversation, you’re unlikely to change my mind. ** SEMI(?) SPOILERS AHEAD**

Top Tier 

Spiros - hello he literally did everything for her and her family. took such good care of them from day one. literally found them a house when they got on the island. and furniture. and a maid. he got her ring back when she sold it to bribe those thugs in series 1. attempted to tutor gerry when she couldn’t find anyone else. held her when she needed a good cry after hugh nearly died and after florence could have died delivering her baby. watched her children while she went back home briefly. built gerry his zoo. the list goes on and on.

Caspar -  saw her for who she was. was impressed by her mind. “you’re beautiful as well as good. one of those things i can't change. the other i never will.” that is all. 

Fabian - *crying emojis* he literally cared so much for her. always wanted to be with her. literally put her aunt into a home and paid for it when it was not cheap. pretty much disowned his eldest daughter for her. after everything still adored her.

Samuel P. - hoo boy it’s a lot. clearly they made a connection. but he respected her and her marriage to not pursue it further when she put an end to it. was so happy for her when she found her son.

Jarvis - he just loved her so much. the lil hotel kissing scene. the way they looked at each other. ugh. we’re not even going to talk about them singing together in rehearsal. i don’t have it in me.

Dick Dewey - i mean hello. good on the eyes. sweetheart. loved her so much. the hand washing scene. the lake scene. saved her father from the bear trap and let some other dude take the credit.  made all the boys apologize to her via song after they humiliated her in church. 

Danny - let her move in with him when he saw how terrible her living arrangements were. so much more. i really wanted them to end up together.

Theo  - obviously, he belongs in Top Tier because he was always just absolutely wonderful to louisa and to gerry (duh) and he always gave her the best advice. like I truly believe they were best friends and though he didn’t include himself, he was definitely part of the “men she loved the most on the island.” also he’s an “honorary woman.” the end.

Sven - literally saved her son from dying. brought her nets for her olives. let gerry borrow a goat. eventually i liked them together and i think they could have worked...but...you know.

Good Tier

Harry - cool dad. loved their relationship. he took care of her.

Tom - they were very good friends and he treated her so well. he genuinely cared for her as an employee. obviously the real chemistry was there but i'm honestly glad they didn’t go in that direction.

Ray - listen i know he’s an ass but he’s the ass that you actually love. and she changed him for the better. i loved the dynamic between him and alex and as they grew as friends. plus dean and keeley just played off each other so nicely.

Daniel - she just wanted him to call about that damn flat but he finally had his little break through by the end so he can stay and obviously matthew and keeley working together is *heart eyes.*

Richard Shaw - he had his issues but he really did love kathleen and even though he was basically in denial about their son and did some things she didn’t like...he was a good man who took care of her.

David - i mean it was literally his job to save her and he did try (we’re not gonna talk about the end of episode 3). i believe he really put her at ease and was making her change her opinions and views on so many things. but there were issues...we can’t deny that.

Mr Morley - we didn’t see them interact much...but he’s fine.

Chris - he’s fine as co-workers go. i think he definitely respected alex eventually but he wasn’t my favorite.

Will (MI-5) - he was fine. a little boring but fine and he literally was not even cute. really zoe??? he did love her. and she did end up having a good life with him.

Bad Tier

Martin Grantham - almost cheated on his wife for revenge. told her potential boss she had mental health problems just to keep her from getting the job. believed a rumor that she had hired a solicitor so he hired one out of spite. umm the bar scene with their son. everything he did with peter. enough said.

Rob Graham - he almost cheated on his wife. he was in slight denial about their son. didn’t want to get a dog. loved her and he clearly fought to stay with her. a few points for that.

Joe M*cb*th - was just kinda there? not horrible but not great.

Steve A - do i really even need to explain? he’s just so infuriating. you’re probably wondering why he’s not lower on this list...but...well just wait until you see the rest.

Mr Royal - he just generally sucks and also he ruined her dessert in that one lil scene and was just horrible. and he fucking slapped her, knocking her to the ground???? no sir.

Peter - the jealousy i mean come on and he terrorized her. nearly killed her best friend. not to mention i’m about 99.8% sure he stole her cat.

Hugh - ugh he was with her to make vasillia jealous. i don’t care what he tried to say. and i hate that he called her angel when that’s what her husband called her. also i think she just liked the idea of them and then realized how quickly it wasn’t going to work out, especially when he wanted her to go back to england when they hadn’t even been there that long and clearly corfu made her happy?!?!? purposefully hurt spiros.

Miles Mollison - it literally took him hearing his mother calling his wife a failure for him to grow a spine?!?!? and dude your wife looked like that *long sigh*

Trash Tier 

Billy - how many times did she have to ask him about getting a job. the jealousy. he didn’t do anything???? he took care of jake so he gets points for that. but he made her feel like crap for it so….bye. and he told tina even though angela didn’t want to tell anyone.

Michael - literally tried to murder her.

Othello - actually murdered her.

Dennis Hamilton  - crazy, jealous. possessive. made her get an abortion. spent all of her money. just gross.

Alec Wilson - hello he literally had another wife and two other children that she knew of. and he only gave her 5 measly fucking pounds….rude. 

Terry Leather - had an affair with another woman. kinda redeemed himself in the end but not really. 

Hallam - literally had an affair with her sister. forced her to take in lotte when she was terrified she’d lose their baby. was trash to his little sister after making a big deal about getting her out of the asylum. was horrible to blanche. was fine (?) with the staff but not really?? 

Sam Webster - had an affair. got another woman pregnant when that’s something his wife wanted again. literally never believed her about anything. blamed her for alice’s death and then later tried to tell her not to blame herself when she was depressed. horrible to their son. just an all around shitty person.

Roger - jealous of j’s power. racist remark about david. tells her something she specifically said she doesn’t care to hear. and let’s be honest he was probably bopping some blonde 20 year old.

Dryden - wouldn’t leave his wife. forced her to get an abortion. literally picked up a 15 year old at some gathering for a bj. gross gross gross.

Gene - grade A asshole. i literally do not understand why people love them together??? he was the one who saved her as a child??? but then almost hooked up with her in the afterlife??? creepy. no matter how many times i re-watch, i cannot find any redeeming qualities in him or any reason why they should be together. also he was a sexist, homophobic, RACIST pig. i don't care it was the 80s...gross. this one you definitely will not be able to fight me on.

#this is what happens when i can't sleep #these poor women #also poor keeley #men are trash #except for those in top and good tier #give her good men 2020 & 2021 #keeley hawes #seriously you will not be able to fight me on gene #i actually loathe him

[piratefalls]

You know, the closer I get to the finale the less angry I am about how it ends.

Steve has had a really hard ten years. He’s lost pretty much everyone he ever loved who isn’t on the team, people who were incredibly important in some really formative years in his life. He learns that so much of what he thought he knew about his life was couched in lies and deceit. His mother’s sins have followed him longer than he ever knew. For fucks sake his own mother keeps walking away from him, even when she knows he’s too proud to ask her to stay no matter how badly he wants it. Hawaii holds some of the worst things that have ever happened to him. He lives in the house his father was murdered in, where he was told his mother was dead, where he’s been kidnapped and nearly beaten to death by people he trusted. Hawaii is where it all started, and where he finally ends what brought him back.

Because of all that I think it makes sense that he leaves, even that he seeks out Catherine. Steve has had so many unknowns in his life that he wants to fall back on what’s familiar, which is traveling and having Cath at his side. Those are times he remembers being happy and/or uninhibited. Cath knows the darkest parts of him, knows what he’s done in the name of God and country, things that still wake him up at night in a cold sweat. The things he can’t ever tell anyone else. He doesn’t have to hide how it affects him, can talk until he’s blue in the face because she understands what it’s like. And maybe she stays, maybe she doesn’t, maybe they clear the air and become really close friends again, it’s anyone’s guess. Maybe he sees Kono, or stops to see Chin and Abby and Sarah. He never really knows where he’s going to stop next, but this is an unknown that Steve can control. He’s choosing the unknown nature of this journey, and choice has been something he’s been denied for much of his life.

I really do see Steve coming back at some point in the future. As much as he hadn’t been planning to when he first came back home, he settled there, has roots that tie him to the island again. Maybe he goes back to the task force, maybe he just consults sometimes, maybe he does something else entirely. I think he winds up selling the house, wanting to start with a truly clean slate. He’s made good memories there, felt genuine joy within its walls, but the shadows will never really go away and he’s trying to move past all the bad things that ever happened there. I think he takes the Marquis for joy rides when he really misses his dad. I think he visits Grace and plays football with Charlie and bickers with Danny like he never left. He and Lou golf and he’s still bad at it. Junior is the one he texts when the nightmares get bad. Tani is a ray of sunshine and he basks in her presence, amazed that after all she’s been through she’s capable of such undiluted happiness. He remembers being so jaded at her age, weary down to his bones, but then again he hadn’t had family and friends to anchor him either.

I think Steve finds happiness, whatever that winds up looking like to him.

#I'd throw mcdanno in there but honestly this is more rooted in how I feel about canon events than anything #kelly watches h50 #h50 #I really love Steve as a character

[writingsofspn]

Made Me Think - Steve McGarrett x Reader

As per the request of @hawaiianohana15 - hope you like it:)

Steve and Y/N go on a mission that goes terribly wrong, which leads to some confessions

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Suggestion

Y/N = Your Name

This fic is gender neutral:)

“Okay, so the plan is that Y/N and I will go into the forest and track them down. Junior and Tani, you stay behind. We’ll let them get us on purpose and you guys will follow so we can infiltrate the base and take them all down at once.” Steve put the tablet down and glanced at you. You were focused on a file, reading everything you could on your mission so you could be prepared for all situations. He smiled, but quickly turned and looked at everyone else when he felt himself staring for too long.

“I still think this is a stupid idea. I mean, who lets themselves get kidnapped? What if something happens? It’s irresponsible Steve, and the worst part is that you’re taking Y/N with you where they could potentially be hurt badly.” Danny interjected, throwing his hands in the air as he spoke.

“You’re aware this is for a case, Danny?” Steve deadpanned, looking amused at the fact that Danny’s protests were completely useless; and he knew it.

“Yes. Yes I am, but isn’t there another way we could take them down without putting both of you in danger.” Danny gestured to you, and Steve’s mind wavered a bit. Of course he’d tried to think of another way, but there didn’t seem to be any other option. Junior and Tani didn’t have as much experience as Steve wanted for this mission, Danny was still out of action with an injured shoulder and he didn’t think Lou was up to such an intense mission at the moment. That only left you. You were the most experienced person here, along with Steve. You were a navy seal with him and he’d seen you in action multiple times; you were reliant, strong, intelligent, quick-thinking. It was exactly what he needed on this type of mission. However, there was one tiny detail that made him very hesitant to not take you with him on this case. 

He liked you. He liked you a lot. He maybe even loved you?

 He didn’t always like you. When you and him had first met as rooky navy seals all those years ago, he just saw you as just ‘one of the guys’ (who could also kick his ass) and it stayed that way until he came back to Hawaii after his father died. Y/N had been there for him all that time, staying with him on crazy missions and narrowly missing death a few times. He saw new sides to Y/N, they were together a lot more so he saw more details about them than when they’d served together. He noticed the way that they were always prepared, reading case after case to get to know the enemy so they could be prepared for any situation when out on a case. How Y/N was so reserved, never having seen them cry; he wanted to be the one to break down those walls. 

All these observations meant he’d grown to love you. Whether you felt the same way? he didn’t know.

Y/N and Steve were near where they’d tracked the members of the gang that were waiting to kidnap them.

“You okay? See anything?” Steve spoke to you quietly over his shoulder.

“Footprint over there. Fresh. You see those bushes? They’ve been disturbed, the leaves at the bottom are all caught up. I’d say we’re pretty close.” You observed. Steve smiled to himself, forgetting how good you were at surveying scenes around you. He was about to turn back around when a huge weight landed on him. Members of the gang had dropped from the trees above and jumped you. 

“Actually, I’d say we’re really close.” You called out.

You both ‘fought’ best you could before surrendering and allowing the group to take you to their base. You silently prayed that Junior and Tani were following you, as these guys weren’t amateurs. You hoped that all the information you guys had gotten on them was correct, otherwise you’d be in for a rough ride.

You didn’t think you’d be split up. You hadn’t seen Steve for a while, the members of the gang taking each of you down a different pathway to a different room. They’d sat you in a chair and restrained you tightly, there was no way you could get out of this without Steve’s help. You were facing a large window, and you’d already clocked it was two-way glass. A bad feeling grew in the pit of your stomach when you thought about what that was for.

Steve was restrained, facing a large window. He looked around the dingy room, searching for best exits and potential dangers. Abruptly, a women walked in and stood in front of Steve. He immediately recognised her from a case he’d worked on a long time ago, and knew that this wasn’t a textbook kidnap and take-down. He prayed that the rest of Five-0 had figured this out, as this women was dangerous. He was getting anxious, not knowing where Y/N was filled him with worry.

“You recognise me, Steve? You remember what you did to my husband when you took our business down? You killed him, that’s what you did. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, to get you here and let you know what that pain feels like; to watch someone you love slowly die right in front of you, with nothing you can do about it. I saw that you watched them as you both walked in separate directions,” She waved her fingers and the large window began to reveal Y/N restrained on the other side. He felt constricted, wanting desperately to help them. “So I guessed that there was something going on between you two, am I correct?”

Steve stayed quiet, hoping the silence wouldn’t give his feelings away. He kept looking at Y/N sat there, hoping the rest of the team would show up soon.

“Ah silence. Okay, I can play that game too.” 

Steve saw the man in Y/N’s cell move toward them and pull out a small blade. His heart jumped as the man dragged the blade down Y/N’s perfect cheek. They screamed in pain.

“Okay. Okay! What do you want? I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt Y/N, let them go. This is my business and they don’t deserve to get caught in the middle. Please, let them go.” Steve pulled at his restraints but they were too tight.

“Ah, Y/N. What a sweet name. I guess they’ll have to endure more of that because I don’t think you’ve felt what I felt yet.” The women answered, looking straight ahead at Y/N and giving the man a signal to carry on.

“No, no! Stop, please.” Steve shouted.

The man carried on going. dragging the blade across their other cheek and down their arms, their chest. Y/N was screaming, nothing but sheer pain overcoming their senses.

“You know what would really top this all off?” The women said. She clicked her fingers and the man drew a gun from his back pocket. Steve tensed and starting shouting at her to stop. But, the man held the barrel to Y/N’s leg and shot them right there. They put their head back in agony and the man brought his gun up to their head. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Y/N’s cell door burst down and Lou walked in, shotgun at the ready. The rest of the team filtered in, taking everyone down and untying Steve and Y/N. Steve rushed to where Y/N was and scooped them up, solely thinking about how to get Y/N to the nearest hospital.

Y/N had been out of hospital for a few days now, already walking and sounding like their normal self. Everyone had gone out for a drink to celebrate the success of the mission and Y/N’s good health. The team were chatting and laughing aimlessly at Kamekona’s, having a great time. Steve and Y/N were stood behind the truck.

“You know, that mission really made me think. Seeing you get hurt was possibly one of the worst moments of my life and it made me wonder that what if something had happened to you? I would never have got to tell you that...” Steve began before he was interrupted by your lips on his. He was surprised momentarily, before sinking into the kiss and doing what he’d wanted to do for many years. His hand travelled up to your waist and yours went to his neck. You stayed like that for a few minutes, before pulling away for some air. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Steve asked you, quirking an eyebrow and nodding at his truck. 

“Steve! We can’t go now, it’ll be rude,” You smacked his chest and he felt disappointed, wanting nothing more than to take you home, “However, maybe we could do it tomorrow? I’ll bring some wine and...”

“Yes, I’d love that. Yes.” Steve replied as quickly as he could.

And that’s exactly what they did. All night long.

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[five-wow]

9.15 reaction under the cut!!!

is it just me or is every vaguely spanish speaking villain nicknamed “el diablo”? but hey, so far the only thing we’ve seen him do is tip well, so i’m inclined to not hate him too much, to be honest.

we’re barely a couple of minutes in and rachel is flirting. that is... flirting. at least danny looks slightly confused about it, omg (and hey, same) (but you know what the sad part is? i actually really love this premise of rachel and charlie taking shelter at danny’s during a storm and it could be so nice to see danny have a good relationship with his ex, but i don’t, as in do not, want them to turn that relationship into something romantic again, which clearly the show is angling for at the moment)

i’m glad they mentioned grace, though! no disappearing kids this time around! yay!

it’s kind of funny to me that the show keeps using “hpd doesn’t have enough man power so let’s send tani and junior out there to help them out” as a reason for why they’re doing hpd work, because i don’t actually mind, but... is calling on two people from five-0 who never even graduated the police academy actually going to do something about their problem in any meaningful way?

a shady guy who is staring at people from a car and says some cryptic spanish things on the phone!!! i think we’ve found a second Bad Guy, gasp

now he has a gun AND a knife. subtle.

not an actual complaint, but as a european sometimes i’m randomly reminded just how intensely American this show is, gosh. bad guy from random non-us country who has KILLED people, HUNDREDS, and death would be TOO GOOD for him so we need to put him in our WORST PRISON. [insert random speech from steve about a Good Navy Man who served his country and had a picture perfect american family that died]

tani and junior’s banter on the phone while they’re both driving through the storm is giving me life, aww. love them

there’s some heavy danny/rachel flirting and. i have SUCH conflicting feelings about this, because on the one hand, as an isolated scene, completely cut loose from all context, i actually think this is cute and the actors are good together and i like it? but there IS context and that means that this is a VERY BAD IDEA and it makes me extremely nervous. at least charlie comes to the viewer’s rescue with his reminder that he’s there too and he needs food, dear parents, you can’t feed him with misplaced sexual tension

random fbi guy has been chasing el diablo down for ten years and “that man cost me EVERYTHING I CARED ABOUT”. i’m so sorry, five-0 writers, because i know this was probably meant as very serious and gripping and you did your best, but i keep having to laugh at how perfectly, beautifully cliché this is

jerry and lou performing first aid on the wounded officer was a nice scene! i’m not sure how realistic it was, but i like that they took the time for that. usually random extras who get attacked either just die or are immediately whisked away into an ambulance or another random extra’s waiting arms.

charlie being put to bed is always sweet!! (and i like the parallels with that time steve put him to bed - more evidence for the Steve McGarrett Is 100% A Real Parent To Danny’s Kids argument)

fjdkfdjkfd oh my GOD this MUSIC after rachel implied they could use danny’s bed together WHY

and then they’re playing a dice game together instead of having sex. fjdkfjdk this is the GOOD kind of fake out, haaa.

not being able to hear your prisoner when he screams for help is kind of not great, oops

so they can’t keep their prisoner in the cell they had him in until now (because it’s full of gas) and they can’t keep him in the hallway, so steve says that their best option is to lock the guy in steve’s office. steve’s completely glass-walled office. are you... are you sure that’s your very best option?

lou’s story is nice!!! so far jerry and lou keeping watch over this injured guard might unexpectedly be my favorite plotline this episode.

of course all three of the fbi guys are taken out immediately so steve has to fight the Bad Guy all on his own in dramatic hand to hand combat. oh no, steve, babe

adam storms in just when steve is done. adam, my friend, your timing is awful.

i’m almost disappointed that junior came in and shot the guy that tani was fighting because i kind of loved that bit? tani managing just fine all on her own in that house full of people who aren’t very friendly towards her is my jam (although i will admit she was in a bit of a pickle there, at the end, so junior’s rescue might have been for the best :p )

i love charlie, omfg. he SHUSHES his parents (“i’m watching this!”) when they start up with some awkward nonsense about why they were sleeping on the couch together. thank you, charlie, because i didn’t want to hear it either. you’ve been all around wonderful this episode.

i’m not appreciating the meaningful looks between rachel and danny while rachel says “i had lots of fun”, but, you know, i can deal. it’s all been a lot less terrible than i was bracing myself for, i think? there’s been a lot of flirting but we haven’t seen anything explicit (no kisses, no actual sharing of beds, no literal “hey let’s get back together!” talk) and with a bit of willpower, it’s entirely possible to read this episode as very friendly exes looking after their kid together and having a fun night playing board games and falling asleep on the couch (with possibly some overt flirting from rachel, i’ll admit, but danny never really outright responds to that? so it could be interpreted as one-sided flirting, mostly)

there’s a knock at the door and it’s STEVE. AMAZING. adam could learn a thing or two from steve’s timing.

charlie launches himself at steve which is also very A+, and there’s a steve and rachel hug, which, unexpected, but i’m on board

steve: “also wanna make sure there was no... disasters, you know, natural or- otherwise.” I’M YELLING. that’s a jealous steve. you cannot convince me that wasn’t a jealous steve, or at least one that was unsubtly hinting “don’t date rachel don’t date rachel don’t date rachel”, especially with the camera cutting to rachel right after he says “or otherwise” while he talks about disasters that could have happened last night, holy shit

“that was a little awkward.” STEVE. I LOVE YOU

okay, this final scene i’ve seen, but can i just say that i absolutely love this??? i mean, a lot. A LOT.

“oh, i don’t call it a bribe. i call it pancakes.” YES, steve, you GET YOUR DANNY PANCAKES. EYES ON THE PRIZE.

and danny sputters and asks if steve is five after steve gives his very specific pancake order, but he GOES TO THE KITCHEN ANYWAY.

this is the happy end i didn’t even know this episode could have

final verdict: okay. OKAY. i’ve been very scared about how this episode would turn out, so maybe that has something to do with my feelings about it now because i’ve been expecting the absolute worst, but in the end i didn’t really mind it that much at all? most of the plots were pretty interesting, danny and rachel did some flirting but didn’t actually get back together (yet, because it is very obvious that they’re going there now, but i’m not thinking about that too much until it becomes an actual problem) and there’s absolutely room to interpret their interactions differently from what the writers probably intended (as in, room to ignore the romance they’re hinting at). and that last scene where steve suddenly turned up and got his pancakes?? that was perfect. 10/10 for that. best twist ending i could have hoped for, awww.

#h50 #9.15 #* #i don't really know yet if i liked this episode better than i thought i would or if i maybe just hated it a lot less #but both would be very positive things? #i'm mostly just relieved right now i think #and i really did enjoy a lot of it! which i didn't see coming

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Bound To Be Together - Ch. 18

McDanno, M, A03

A continuous story of Season 9 codas exploring the bond between Steve and Danny as they grow even closer.

Chapter 18:  9.18

Steve is frozen in place, standing at the door to the hotel room as Amanda leaves, her black evening wear glittering as she strides away.  She’s headed downstairs to meet Danny, who thinks that Steve is coming to join him for a well-earned drink after a long day of being berated by his ex-mother-in-law.  Instead, Danny is going to be ambushed by said ex-mother-in-law, who Steve has concluded is at least as dysfunctional as his own mother.

Steve hadn’t been all that surprised when Amanda (“call me Mandy”) summoned him back up to the room, on the pretense of having heard a strange noise coming from the balcony. She’s not the most subtle person in the world.  And the questions she fired at Steve about Danny weren’t entirely unexpected, not after Steve opened the door at dinner by making it clear that in Steve’s view, Danny did not deserve the shit Mandy was shoveling.

Mandy apparently already knew about the liver donation (although the way her lip twitched when Steve mentioned it seemed to indicate she thought Danny a fool for risking his health for Steve, which didn’t sit too well with him), and how much of a role Danny played in his children’s lives (soccer, scouts, cheer team, college search).  She tried to get Steve to agree that Danny’s job was unreasonably dangerous, and wondered if running a restaurant was still on the table.

Steve had promised to be quiet and look handsome, but he couldn’t help but defend Danny in the face of Mandy’s interrogation.  Frankly, he was all too close to confessing that what he felt for Danny was more than just friendship.  But then Mandy started asking him about how much time Danny had been spending with Rachel, and Steve realized with a sickening jolt where all this was going. Hell, it was probably the reason Mandy came to Oahu.

 By the time Mandy swiped Steve’s phone and texted Danny, Steve was spinning novel-length worst case scenarios in his head.  Spending all this time with Danny was bound to affect him in more ways than one.

 Steve retrieves his phone from the couch where Mandy had dropped it and blinks at the newest text, a message from the car service Mandy had ordered earlier.  Because of course even Danny’s Camaro, his pride and joy, isn’t good enough for her majesty.  

 A memory flashes before his eyes - another muscle car, in another place and time.  Two boys cruising with the top down on a deserted highway. The summer after Steve’s senior year in high school, one of his buddies had to return his uncle’s borrowed Ford Mustang, necessitating a road trip.  Marco proposed that Steve come along, just the two of them, driving cross-country.  For a high school kid, this was freedom.

 Marco was tall and lean, with curly hair and dark sparkling eyes.  Third generation Mexican-American, his father was a state congressman and military through and through.  Marco intended to follow in his father’s footsteps and pursue politics after a stint in the Army.  Steve had never met anyone quite like him, with his quick wit and his fierce love for his family.

 The first day on the road they blasted music and ate their weight in junk food, driving late into the night just to see how long they could stay awake on caffeine pills and coca cola. They slept in the car in a parking lot of a rest stop, blearily stumbling into a sticky diner in the morning for coffee that tasted like sludge but was the best cup of joe Steve had ever had.

 Thing is, you can’t go on a road trip on an island that you can drive across in an hour.  Road trips were something Steve had read about in books, seen in movies, but never experienced.  Turns out, the movies were right – road trips were awesome.

 Of course, he had no interest in ending his life in a dramatic Thelma and Louise moment, but drinking cheap beer in a bar where no one knew their names (or cared who their fathers were) and then sleeping it off in the back seat of the car was a pretty damn good time.

 Steve’s phone vibrates in his hand, and forces him to focus on the present.  He looks down to see a text from Danny.  Ha, ha, nice set up.  Heading out, see you tomorrow.

 Steve stares at the phone for a long moment, trying to read more into those ten words.  Why didn’t Danny suggest they get together now?  Is he headed to Rachel’s?  Should Steve respond, demand to know what’s going on?

 He sags forward, his head in his hands.  Steve has tried to be the friend that Danny deserves, the partner he deserves.  The boyfriend he wants him to be.  But he’s afraid it’s not enough.

 Steve’s been annoyed with Mandy all day long, but he realizes he’s been kind of ticked off at Danny, too, for letting Mandy treat him so poorly.  Mandy’s theatrics were over the top, but Danny seemed to accept it as his due.  Mandy clearly knows how to play into Danny’s insecurities, his long-standing doubt in himself that Rachel had only confirmed by leaving him for a rich, successful businessman.  

 Steve wanted to believe that Danny just allowed it to keep the peace, but he wonders if maybe Danny really buys into it.  

 Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Steve really did try to behave today, to stick to the script Danny had laid out.  But he should have known there was more to a day with Amanda Savage than Danny let on. For god’s sake, Danny was willing to trade bragging rights to saving Steve’s life for one day of babysitting, this should have raised a giant red flag.  But it didn’t, at least not until now, when it might just be too late.

 Steve’s eyes fall on the fancy box holding the cufflinks Mandy gave him, another deliberate snub to Danny.  What the hell is wrong with this woman?  She clearly came to Oahu to manipulate Danny into getting back together with Rachel, that much is clear to him now after their parting conversation.  Was beating Danny down for the past twelve hours – for the past decade or two – just part of her long game?  Does it somehow give her more power over him?

 And there is anything Steve can do about it?  

 Steve has been teetering on the edge of a precipice all day, watching Mandy toy with Danny like a spoiled dog in thousand dollar pumps.  When Mandy swiped his phone to text Danny, Steve felt himself falling over the edge.

 Another memory from his long ago road trip with Marco flashes through his mind.  

 After three nights of sleeping in the car, both of them are ready for a change, so when Marco suggests they veer off their path Steve readily agrees.  They stop at a state park and hike for a few hours, over and around dramatic rock formations, finally finding their way to a waterfall that rivals Hawaii’s finest.  

 He and Marco strip to their shorts and wade into the freezing cold water, staring up at the gorgeous cascade crashing down in front of them.  They swim for a little while, the area to themselves, and Steve can’t stop himself from staring at the way Marco’s wet curls cling to his forehead. Better that than examining how his thin cotton boxers cling to his ass.

 When Marco grabs him by the arm and drags him out on to the rocks to dry off, his hand lingering just a little too long on Steve’s skin, Steve knows Marco’s been watching him, too.

 They spend the night in a hotel that caters to vacationing familes in the area, a step up from most of the roadside places they drove by on their journey.  Marco insists that they order room service, and they laugh as they toss French fries to each other, each seated on one of the double beds. When Marco’s aim goes awry and a pile of fries land next to Steve instead of in the vicinity of his mouth, Marco brushes it off and says they’ll just share Marco’s bed.  To avoid sleeping in the grease spots.  Of course.

 The next day they resume their trip, and by nightfall, they reach Marco’s uncle’s house.  He treats them to dinner out at a local barbeque place and they feast on brisket and baby back ribs, cheesy corn and loaded potatoes. Marco drives Steve to the station the next day in the Mustang, now empty of soda cans and candy wrappers.  Marco waves goodbye as the train pulls away, his smile as bright as the summer sun.

 Steve hasn’t thought about Marco in a long time.  Hasn’t seen him since that road trip, either.

 Back in the here and how, in Mandy’s hotel room, Steve stands up slowly from the couch.  Time to leave.

 Steve wishes he could take a detour, put off the inevitable for a little bit longer.  But Amanda Savage has done what she came to do.  Steve fleetingly considers going to Danny’s house, making his case, demanding that Danny remember all the misery Rachel put him through. But he’s not going to.

 Because every road trip has an end, and maybe Rachel was the destination all along.

#H50 #mcdanno #episode coda #9.18 #my fic

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@hikariyaoishipper Part 2 of the McDanno fic you asked for. 

Part One can be found here.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Catherine had her own place. She promised that she wouldn’t do any more missions during her pregnancy and to be safe and sensible. Danny gave her numbers of people on the force and other people she could trust and go to and ask for help in case of any weird and unexpected emergency. Danny knew how the SEALs worked.  Steve wanted to be as involved and helpful as possible and suggested that Cat come live with them. Catherine didn’t want to be a burden and she didn’t want to feel incapable. She was still early on and could very well manage thank you very much.  Danny knew that Steve understood but his now growing parental instincts were yelling at him to ‘act’. So he suggested a compromise. Once Catherine reached her seventh or eighth month, she’d move in and let them help. In Danny’s words, “At that point, the kid’s gonna treat your bladder as a punching bag, and you’re gonna wanna have someone around to help. TMI, I know but when you have kids...it’s one of the most beautiful and yet kinda disgusting things in the world.” She agreed. They ordered take-out, rented a movie and talked about basics. The doctors they’d see, the due date, babyproofing Steve’s house and Catherine’s apartment.  It should feel a bit weird, or so Steve thinks. There was so much history between all of them but they all loved and respected each other, and that was a key difference. Steve and Danny sat in the love seat with Steve’s arm around Danny, while Cat sat happily in the recliner.  It was, however, funny the look of horror that passed both of their faces when Danny told them some of the realities of pregnancy that awaited them.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` “Will you stop pacing, you’re making me dizzy,” Catherine told him as she finished her breakfast.  “I can’t help it. We’re going to find out the sex of the baby today!” Steve said happily, finally sitting down after pacing impatiently waiting for Cat to finish breakfast.  “You guys didn’t want it to be a surprise?” Grace asked as she packed up her things for school.  “I thought about it but Steve really wants to know,” Catherine told her. She was glad that she could hang out with Grace and still be on good terms. Carrying Steve’s baby, she holds this fear of being seen as an enemy. But Grace is an open-minded and mature young woman. It gave both Steve and Cat some reassurance that with Danny’s parenting, their kid will turn out as good as Grace.  Steve stole a piece of fruit from Cat’s plate and pouted before he said, “A lot of people have kept secrets from me. My kid won’t.” “Wait until they start getting hormones,” Danny said coming into the kitchen.  “Is that aimed at me?” Grace asked with an innocent expression.  Danny rolled his eyes, “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”  “We’ll meet you at the clinic, okay Danno?” Steve told him, leaning in to kiss Danny on the lips and then Grace on her forehead.  “About that...you guys sure you want me there? It’s...it’s an important moment. Very intimate.” Danny said, bringing up some of his concerns and worries about where lines are and overstepping them.  “Of course we want you there Danny,” Catherine told him. “You’re my boyfriend. You are the third parent Danno...you deserve to experience this just as much as me.” Steve told him.  Danny felt somewhat stupid for needing constant reassurance about this, but he was glad that neither SEAL felt tired of reassuring him.  “Alright. We gotta get going. But I...I’ll be there soon.”  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Alright Miss Rollins, everything seems to be coming along nicely. Everything is just as it should be. And this...this is your baby.” The doctor said, turning the screen so the three of them can see it.  All three of them were very emotional. The doctor smiled at them before saying, “I’ll give you a moment and go print out some copies.” Catherine was tearing up and reaching out for Steve’s hand, “Steve?” “Yeah?”  “I don’t see it!” “What?” Danny asked.  “I don’t see my baby!” She cried and covered her mouth.  “Oh well it’s righ-” Danny began but then Steve chimed in. “I don’t either...I just didn’t want the doctor to think I’m a stupid father.” Steve admitted.  Danny was exasperated and amused by how having a baby trips up some of the strongest, smartest, and most badass SEALs he knows. Originally he’d been in the back, wanting to give them their moment since he’s already been through this before. But he stepped up and pointed to the screen. “Okay, you guys see this? This shape right here?” Danny asked as he used his finger to trace a shape. “Yeah...” They both answered.  “That’s it.” Danny stated. “That’s it?” Steve asked, tilting his head. “Yeah, that’s it.” Danny nodded. “Oh...well, I saw that!” Catherine stated, and Steve nodded along. Steve pulled Danny into a hug and kissed the top of his head tenderly while Catherine grabbed Danny’s hand and gave it a thankful squeeze.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Aren’t you going to go pick up Charlie?” Steve asked as he came into the living room and saw Danny watching a movie.  Danny sighed, “Rachel’s being...difficult.” That made Steve frown. “She’s not letting you see Charlie? But it’s your weekend, isn’t it?”  “It is. But she’s...mad at me.” Danny told him.  This was the first that Steve’s heard of this and it made him frown deeper. He sat next to Danny and pulled him into his arms, “What happened?” “After Grace’s accident and the time with the hurricane, well, you know how the feelings resurfaced. Or rather...memories of a time when we were happy together, ya know?”  Steve did. It was one of the worst times in his life because he was sure he was going to lose Danny to Rachel and have to watch him be happy for a time and then miserable. Steve didn’t believe in their relationship but he never dared to voice his thoughts until Danny brought it up on his own.  “But then you guys didn’t get together, and we did. Is she mad about that?” Steve asked.  “She was. Well, not mad, more irked. She wasn’t surprised but I guess she didn’t think us as serious as we are for each other...until Grace told her about us having a baby.” Danny said.  There was a small joy that rose in Steve every time Danny referred to the baby as theirs. But that joy was stunted with the new revelation.  “She’s keeping you from Charlie because of us?” Steve asked angrily.  Danny sighed, “I’ll fight it. I don’t want you to worry about it. She couldn’t keep Grace away from me, she’s not gonna keep me from Charlie or our baby boy.” Steve’s nostrils flared with his anger and pulled Danny in even closer. “If you need or want me to do anything, just ask for it okay?” “Thanks, babe.”  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Have you thought about names yet?” Catherine asked him while he helped babyproof her apartment.  Steve stopped what he was doing and tilted his head, “Yeah...some. You?”  “Yeah but most of them sound like cliches. I do want their middle name to be Joe though.” Catherine replied.  “Why not for a first name?” Steve asked.  Catherine shrugged. “He was a big person in our lives. It’s a name that carried weight and I don’t want it to be too much pressure. But I still want him to carry on his legacy.” “Well, I’d offer my dad’s name but my sister kinda beat me to it. Joan and John are cute but...I think she’s doing my dad proud enough.” Steve said.  “What about Matthew?”  He knew the importance of that name. How could he not? “Are you sure?” He asked.  “Matthew Joseph sounds very mature and noble, doesn’t it?”  Steve smiled, “Danny’s gonna love it.” And he did too. Despite how much he tries to reassure Danny that he is very much an equal part in this, he can feel the doubts. This...this would be a concrete reassurance.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ idk how many parts of this it’ll take until I complete the request xD hope you like it ^^ 

#McDanno #Steve McGarrett #Danny Danno Williams #catherine rollins #fanfic #fanfic request #inspired by FRIENDS #grace williams

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A Messed up Situation Part 3

Summary: You have the perfect life in LA, there is nothing that you would change. However when your mom calls you telling you to drop everything because your father is sick. You see yourself going back home where you have to deal with your family and your first love Bucky Barnes.

Words: 1545

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there is none in this part besides a plot twist in the end.

I can thank you enough @unbetaedimagines you betaed this form and gave amazing in feedback 

Part 1, Part 2

You put your hair in a ponytail, focusing on the task in front of you. Since you could remember, Sundays were sacred in your family’s house. It was a tradition for you guys to have lunch together; all the family would be in the kitchen cooking and having fun.

Since you went to college, this was one of the things you missed the most about home, but right now, this is nothing like you remembered. You are alone in the kitchen, making a potato salad, while your brother and mother are outside on the grill.

“What did that potato did to you?” Your father asks, sitting in on the stool next to you. You keep mashing the potatoes with all your strength, thinking about how  you’re going to explain what you’re feeling to him. “Nothing, I just hate to  mashing potatoes... but it’s healthier to this with potatoes than the wall”

Your father laughs, pouring himself a glass of water. “So what happened last night? It’s been a while since I  heard someone slamming the front door of this house.” He says playfully, and you smile sadly at him. “Bucky Barnes happened.”

“Do you want me to kick his ass?” He asks coltish, but you know that he would do it if you asked. “No, things are just weird between us and part of me is not surprised after how we left things but the other part of me… does not understand why things are awkward after so long.”

Your father smiles at you like he is hiding something or that he knows something that you don’t “James is a good guy; I know that you won’t be able to be mad at him for too long; you never could.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him.

“Do you think I should have married Barnes?” You ask sincerely. “At 17? God no; I mean, I like the guy but come on, you two were kids. I remember you crying, and being mad at everybody and eating all the ice cream in the fridge...  ”

He chuckles, pulling you for a hug “… I might sound selfish, but I was so proud that you said no to his proposal. You had dreams, so many dreams, and I’m so proud of you for not throwing them away for a boy. “You hug him back, nuzzling your nose into his neck. “Thanks Daddy, I always felt like I did something, not wrong but bad.”

“I will kick the ass of anyone who gives you shit for your decision.” You smile, hearing the doorbell ring “Who are we waiting for?” You ask, afraid of the answer. “Your brother invited Barnes, do you want me to get rid of him?”

You shake your head no; you need to face this like the mature adult you are. “I will open the door, wish me luck.” You say, letting your hair down and taking a deep breath. When you open the door, you see Bucky standing there, holding a bottle of wine.

“Peace offering” He says, holding the bottle of wine and giving it to you. You have to hold a snarky comment that you prefer red wine instead of white, but all you do is smile, letting him in.  You are pretty sure that he knows this your old house better than you now.

“I never had the chance to ask you, how long are you staying?” He asks; you shrug. “Who knows? I have a two-month leave from work, but I don’t know how long I’m staying and… and I don’t know if want to stay that long or if my dad is going to last that long.”

You say sincerely, holding in a few tears. You feel his fingertips on your arms. “I’m sorry” He says; you stop walking looking at him. “Are you sorry about my dad or about last night?” You ask, staring at his eyes. “Everything, your father deserves better and I shouldn’t have said the things that I said last night… I hope that we can be friends.”

“I think we should go outside, my family is waiting for us.” You say, opening the back door, letting him go past you. Bucky sits beside your brother, smiling at you one last time. You sit beside your sister in front of your brother, taking a glass of lemonade.

During lunch, your whole family keeps talking and telling stories from the past. It’s nice; they are all laughing and reminiscing about the good times. You stay silent, just listening to all the things they were talking about; most happened when you were in LA or New York, or when you were too young.

You don’t really mind it; you like to hear about things in the past. About your sister’s wedding proposal, or about when your father won a hot dog eating contest, or how your mother made a book club in the local library.

In comparison, your stories look just silly or too over the top for the moment.  What can you say to compare? Your sister had the perfect life from the outside, while you look like a workaholic that probably has some commitment issues and like wine too much.

You wonder if she is as happy as she seems and if your whole family has their shit together because when you stop to think about your life, you are a mess but at least a happy mess.

When lunch is done, you excuse yourself, going inside the house. You pick up the bottle of wine that Bucky gave you going to your room. It doesn’t take too long for you to hear a knock on your door; you take a sip of the wine before saying “ Come in.”

Bucky enters on your room, sitting on the floor next to you. “Your father asked me to see if you are alright.” You nod, giving him the bottle. “Yes, I’m just a little overwhelmed.” He smiles at you, taking a sip of the wine. “I’m still very sorry about yesterday; I think that seeing you again after all these years just let the worst side of me out.”’

He says sincerely, but you can’t help but laugh “That is an awful thing to say Bucky, but I do understand. When it comes to us, we left things open… we didn’t have any resolution” He nods. “How is life treating you, Bucky?”

“Life is good, the Inn is doing alright and well things at home are good. My mom still lives in town and she babysits when I need it…”. For a moment, you stop listening. When you broke up with Bucky, you tried to keep tabs on what he was doing but after a while, you figure it out was useless.

He moved on and so did you.

However, in the last few years, you avoided any news about Bucky Barnes. “Do you have a kid?” He smiles at you nodding; he takes his phone out of his pocket, showing you a pic of a kid who must be three years old.

The little girl looks exactly like her father. She has the same brown hair and blue eyes. “Her name is Lydia, she is 3 years old and right now she loves everything sparkly.” He says proudly, and you can’t help but smile. “She is beautiful and she looks a lot like you… what about her mom?”

He sighs, taking another sip of the wine. “She left us a little after Lydia was born; she left a note saying that being a mother wasn’t for her so here we are.” You smile at him sadly, holding his hand. “I’m sorry” He shrugs, running his free hand through his hair.

“I think its ok; we weren’t dating for long… I just feel bad for Lydia growing up without a mom.” Your heart breaks; he sounds so sad and sincere right now. “She has you and trust me, that is enough.” You say sincerely. Bucky always took care of everyone around him; if anyone could do this, it was him.

“I hope, I was so scared to be a father… you remember my father.  When I found out that Danny was pregnant, I came to talk with your dad to put some sense in me. If anyone could do it, it was him and well he did”.

You smile, resting your head on the wall behind you. “Shut up, I’m sure that you would do an amazing job without my father’s help. You took care of me growing up, of Steve, and even my brother.”

“That was different, you didn’t need me, and she does.”  He doesn’t have any idea how wrong he is; you always needed him, at least growing up. “Let’s agree to disagree.” You say, making him smile. You two fall into a comfortable silence; he is still holding your hand and your mind.

“Remember yesterday when you asked me why I broke up with Logan?” He nods; you bite your lip before continuing. “I couldn’t see myself, marrying Logan. He…’ Before you can continue, you hear a knock on your door and your father says;

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but there is some Logan guy who wants to talk with you, cookie.”

Part 4

WHO IS EXCITED ABOUT SINGLE FATHER BUCKY???

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE ON THE TAG LIST, I’M REALLY EXCITED FOR THIS SERIES.

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#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel imagine

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To: Peter Lenkov, Re: Steve and Danny, “Hawaii 5-0” season 9

So we’re coming to the end of another season of “Hawaii 5-0,” the TV show that still refuses to accept the fact that it created one of the greatest love stories on television apparently by accident. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and tell myself that CBS won’t let you finally let Steve and Danny be together the way they should be, but even if that’s true there are some more practical things we have to address.

Namely, the fact that you people have apparently once AGAIN forgotten how to write Steve and Danny. Yes, we’re all mourning the lack of Grace Park and Daniel Dae Kim, but I promise you that part of the reason your ratings dropped AGAIN in season 8 (after rising in season 7, a year with some of the most excellent Steve and Danny writing we’ve seen in some time) is that you’re fumbling the reason that the majority of people still watch your show. Since I know I can’t trust any of you to do the right thing and acknowledge the world as it truly should be, here are some tips to help recover those fans you’ve lost over the current season.

1) Stop throwing around the absurd, heavy-handed Rachel/Danny hints

Every time you make even the vague suggestion that Rachel and Danny should get back together, or there’s still potential for them, the entire audience cringes. You’ve established repeatedly that the two are toxic together, and that was before you had her do the worst possible thing anyone could do to Danny short of killing someone he loved (she kept his son from him, for YEARS, by not telling him he was his father. Danny holds fatherhood SACRED, and the fact that he wasn’t there for those years of Charlie’s probably still causes him pain). They are so unhealthy it’s painful to watch, and Danny at least seems to understand that. For all our sakes, stop trying to throw her at him.

2) For the love of all that’s holy, put Lynn and Melissa out of their narrative misery

While I consider it a blessing that they haven’t even been mentioned in what feels like 500 years, there’s still always the terrifying possibility that you will shove a random mention of them into an episode and once again remind us of the absurd charade of Steve and Danny’s “dating” lives. They’ve dated these women for years, supposedly, and yet clearly have no more place in the boys’ lives than someone they’d been dating for a few weeks. The rare times they’re even mentioned, it’s solely a reference to dating or sex - never hanging out with the kids, or spending time with the rest of the team, or interacting with either Steve’s sister or anyone in Danny’s family.

That’s not a relationship, Lenkov. That’s you occasionally screaming at the audience that the boys really do have sex with women, really, you even have proof of it.

So, for the sake of everyone’s dignity, throw in a mention somewhere that both relationships have finally, mercifully ended. Mentioning how much sex they supposedly have (which, for the record, is a WEIRD WEIRD WIERD thing to supposedly be discussing between the two couples) does absolutely nothing to convince us of Steve and Danny’s heterosexuality. All it does is remind us of the embarrassing charades that sometimes happen when people continue to lie to themselves about their true feelings. If CBS really wants to pretend that Steve and Danny are NOT madly in love with each other, this is not something you want to be reminding us of.

3) If Catherine comes back, it must only be as a bro

I started out liking Catherine, I really did. But then the whole “I love you, but I love danger more” nonsense happened (and happened, and happened) and I was filled with the burning desire to punch her in the throat. I feel like some of the things they talked about in the last episode were progress back to the friendship I actually enjoyed seeing, and if you keep that up I’ll start actually watching the episodes where she pops back up instead of skipping them. Given the ratings for the last Catherine episode to crop up, I’m guessing a lot of other people were skipping them, too.

4) Either move forward with the restaurant plot or end it

I liked the idea at first, but with everything that’s gone wrong it’s getting ridiculous. It’s clear that the only reason Steve is doing it at all is because Danny wants to, and Danny’s obsessed with it in a way that completely transcends the original idea of a retirement fantasy. It’s clearly a strained, increasingly painful metaphor for the life the two desperately wish they could build with each other, with heavy sprinklings of Danny’s fear about Steve’s physical health and I assume a metric ton of repressed longing. Every second they’re in there I want to get them both into therapy, stat, and I am begging you on my hands and knees to either let the damn thing start going right or give it a quick, merciful death and let both them and us move on with our lives.

5) Stop with the unsubtle hints that Steve/Danny would never work

Speaking of the restaurant, if this is your way of trying to convince us that Steve and Danny would never work as a romantic couple, let it go. They basically ARE a romantic couple, minus the sex, and we see that every second they’re onscreen. And, if the “being romantically involved ruined our friendship” comment was meant to be another allusion to this, it’s not even relevant. Steve and Danny are FAR more emotionally entangled than mere friendship would account for (I’ve lived with my best friend for more than a decade, and hoo boy what Steve and Danny have is so many million miles past even the deepest friendship), and the only thing that ever seems to give them trouble is when they try to fight that. Someone who’s a friend may have an equal slot to a person’s romantic partner, but for both Steve and Danny it’s painfully clear that (with the exception of Danny’s kids) they will always be the most important person in the other person’s life. No one else comes anywhere near close, including the long-term girlfriends they’ve both supposedly dated for years. (Danny even won out over Catherine, when he convinced Steve to come home from Afghanistan instead of going after Catherine). That’s not friendship, Lenkov.

You said it yourself in Danny’s fantasy flash forwards - all they really want is to spend the rest of their lives by each other’s side, and they can’t be bothered to add anyone else but Danny’s two kids into the mix. Adding regular sex into that would make it MORE normal, not less, and it certainly wouldn’t make things more stressful. Hell, it would probably make them both relax.

6) Junior and Tani are not a heterosexual replacement for Steve and Danny

Listen, I like them both. I really do. I even like their rapport. But despite the painfully, painfully obvious signaling you’ve been trying to shove down our throats, their banter does not even BEGIN to be a replacement for proper Steve/Danny banter. I understand you’re worried about both the boys leaving the show, but denying us their interaction while they’re still there isn’t the way to fix that - it’s just chasing us away early. Start giving us our regular dose of Steve/Danny banter, free of pointless restaurant angst, and let Tani and Junior develop their own thing.

7) Accept the truth, even if you never say it

What all of this is leading to, basically, is stop trying to pretend that there is some magical trick you can pull that will convince all of us that Steve and Danny are just bros. There isn’t one.

The thing is, you’ll actually draw less attention to that fact if you just let them be themselves. Clearly someone over there is convinced the world’s gonna end if you let them kiss onscreen, but they were practically married during the whole of season 7 and no one screamed about it. In fact, as I mentioned earlier, the ratings for your show actually went UP during that season, both in general and in that all-precious 18-49 year old demo (which, I hear, is supposedly the sort of thing studios like show ratings to do). Let them go back to that, cut out the ridiculous mentions of the women they supposedly are or should be dating, and let them have plots about other things (like, you know, maybe making Grace an actual character again instead of Hawaii’s newest urban legend).

I promise you - you, the studio, and the audiences will all be happier for it.

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[cowandcalf]

Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Prompt No.17 - Cooking

Chapter 1-9

Chapter 10

Danny hears birds chirping. The sound gets interrupted by some strange screeching from a much larger creature he doesn't know at all because he has never camped out in the jungle. He's surrounded by a green sea and the reason why he's out in the wild is Steve. And momentarily, he's lying in Steve's pull-out bed. Naked and alone.

Danny takes stock. The blanket covers half his face and tickles his nose. He's curled up in a comfy sleeping position. He knows from the outside there is nothing to see but a lump under a sheet and a mop of blond hair peeking out at the top. That's him still in bed, barely awake. He doesn't move, doesn't show that he hears what's going on in the small open room that combines kitchen and sleeping space.

And there's wind.

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Danny listens to the softness that is moved air and the way it rustles in the treetops. He almost feels the air move gently over his warm skin. And he's aware of the amount of sand between the sheets. And that brings all the wild memories of their breathtaking and strangely intense lovemaking to the forefront of his mind. He notices the steady thud of his pulse in his ears. Even with all the sound filling the air, a magical calmness rests on top of all.

He breathes and sustains the way his body temperature rises. He's alone in bed. Cracks tear slowly through the powerful mood from last night, the assurance that Steve and he have taken the next step. That's how Danny sees it. Even if they didn't talk at all. Their kisses and how they fisted the other's hair and swallowed each other's breath when they came was proof enough that the tide has changed. Danny clings to Mary's confirmation that Steve deals with emotions so differently than the rest of them.

Danny listens to the clatter of someone cooking. Steve. The air is saturated with the most delicious coffee scent.

More memories of last night rush in in a flash. The way Steve murmured his name like a prayer. And how he watched him come, hold his gaze in the same way he carried him inside, with a steely grip – not letting go, not allowing Danny to blink, to look away. And Steve let him see, too. He showed him how he felt. God, it was so much more than sex. They have bonded over fucking into each other's fist.

More heat lets him break in a sweat. He rolls over to lie on his back. Danny listens to the noise from the kitchenette. It's not good. The sound carpet isn't smooth and in sync with a happy, content mood. The sound is tempered. And Steve is already up. That's not a good start either. Steve hasn't woken him; hasn't said he's getting up. Danny has expected at least a word, a soft kiss. After last night? Yeah, a gentle press of lips is what he has wanted and has wished for.

The clatter quiets down for a bit. Danny can still handle the pressure of the increasing sorrows which makes him fist the sheets. He holds his breath. He tries to analyze the rhythm of how dishes are moved, cupboards get opened and closed. Occasional odd bumps and a spoon slipping from fingers into the sink make Danny twitch. What the fuck is wrong?

No morning snuggling, no morning sex.

Steve just got up before Danny has been awake. He snuck out from under the sheets. What does this mean? It means something. It always does. They had unfamiliar emotional sex. Danny wanted to say that he loved Steve; wanted to groan the three magic words into his mouth when he arched into Steve's arms before his balls got painfully drawn up and the dizzying wave of his climax knocked him almost unconscious. And Steve watched him as he has never seen anything more beautiful. And Danny felt like crying and that has never ever happened before either.

He remembers how Steve fell asleep on top of him, totally exhausted. Danny was the one to wipe off the cum and the sweat. His heart ached when he watched the guarded look on Steve's face he did not even lose in his sleep. He covered Steve with a blanket and pulled him into his arms. Steve was comatose, knocked-out completely. Danny was worried he might have bad dreams but the only thing he remembers is sweet nothingness and one of the best nights of sleep he has had in a long time.

Maybe Steve had bad dreams and he was so beat that he just slept right through Steve's struggle.

Why did Steve get up without waking him? Danny pretends to be still under and listens. The clatter has no melody. The longer Danny waits the more jacked up it gets. There's a nervousness to it and the soft, constant floating movement Steve normally has with plants doesn't come through at all. It gets chopped, inharmonic even and it's interrupted by total silence as if Steve is lost in thoughts.

Danny knows what this means. Of course, he does. He thinks of nothing else but last night and how this changes everything. Steve must be all worked up about what has happened between them. Maybe he's worried about how to go on. Steve's a guy of honor and devotion. He has made a statement last night. Danny knows that. But Steve doesn't know that Danny knows this and that he's the same kind of a statement-making guy. Having sex like that is not sex anymore, it is already making love with a commitment. Danny doesn't fuck around for kicks. He never has and he never will.

They didn't talk, not really, no actual words that would end in full sentences. They weren't capable of doing that. There was nothing but passionately grunted 'fucks', 'keep goings', 'harders'. Lots of groans and moans and the profound tongue-licking. God, Steve can lick and suck. Danny shivers. His cock twitches and tents the bedsheet. Last night, their brains were bloodless with their balls heavy and their hands everywhere.

When the clatter stops entirely Danny's alarm bells push him out of bed. He throws the blanket off and gets up. He doesn't care how he looks. His hair sticks out in all directions. He blinks and rubs the sleep from his eyes and pads over to where Steve is busy doing morning chores.

Steve stands with his back to Danny. The room is small. Danny knows Steve has heard him getting up. Danny's naked and it feels good, natural even. His clothes are soaked with mud lying around somewhere in the garden. And he forgets he has a shirt he could put on. Steve has put on some boxers. It's not the time now to worry about such banalities.

Steve's breathing is off, and he has this hard line in his shoulders again where the tension shows. Danny steps up behind him and wraps both arms around his waist. He presses his still bed-warm body into Steve's back. "Good morning, babe," he kisses the patch of skin in front of his face. He rubs his scratchy cheek over Steve's bare skin. He holds his breath and waits for Steve's reaction.

A large hand moves over to cover Danny's forearm. Steve's tight grip is alarmingly painful as if he wanted Danny to keep from leaving. Steve hangs his head. Danny senses the stuttering breath he takes. "Good morning," he answers like a question.

"You're cooking breakfast?" Danny's fingertips trace Steve's fast-beating heart beneath the skin under the soft arch of his impressive pecs.

"Yeah, I thought you might be hungry." Steve strangles the rag he holds in the other hand. He's agitated and tries to play it down.

"And you're not?"

Steve's smile pierces through his words. "I sure as hell am."

"Got some spare boxers for me?"

"Yeah, somewhere in the wooden chest there on the wall."

The fact that Steve doesn't even mention Danny's hard on pressed between Steve's ass cheeks makes him hurry. Steve's too wound up in an invisible world with a worst-case scenario concerning Danny. He is tied up in emotions he can't express with words. And they mess with his mental state. Danny wants to understand, and he still needs to talk about Grace and the dolphins.

They eat in silence at first. Scrambled eggs, toasted bread, and watermelon. Steve has his elbows propped up and nips at his huge mug. "You said last night you wanted to talk about something." He lowers his coffee.

Danny puts down his fork. "Yeah, right," Mary's words float back into his mind. Danny must be patient this cannot go sideways. He has no idea how Steve will react once he starts talking about his baby girl and the mammals. Danny leans back and fumbles with the knife. "I had a talk with Grace last night. I tucked her in. I went back to Stan's and Rachel's to make sure they are okay. Grace loves to tell me about the stuff that made her happy during the day." Danny clears his throat and watches Steve. He listens and wears a blank expression as if he waits for a punishment.

Danny can't stand it. He leans forward and reaches with his arm halfway over the tabletop. His hand is turned upside, his palm is open, his fingers relaxed. An invitation for Steve to take it. Danny stays quiet and waits patiently. With a sharp exhale and the inner decision to jump Steve grabs Danny's hand and circles his fingers around his wrist. Danny latches his hand around Steve's forearm like a lock and holds on tight.

"Steve, it's okay. I just need to ask you something. Don't wait for the beating. There's none, okay?" Danny speaks gently.

"Okay," Steve loosens his grip a bit but Danny won't have any of it. He keeps on holding on tight.

"You, uh, gave Grace a promise. I just want to check with you if you can keep it. You told her to show her dolphins at your beach. She dreams about going to see your dolphins. Can you keep it, Steve? The promise?" Danny lifts his eyes and stops fumbling with the knife. He's nervous too.

Steve casts his gaze and shoves the food around on his plate. "Do you think I promise your little girl something I can't keep?" He seems deeply offended. He wants to pull his hand back.

Danny doesn't let him do that. "It was intense, yesterday with Mary's pregnancy. With me and Grace and meeting your friends, who turn out to be my teammates. I didn't get the part of the conversation where you said you'd show Grace the dolphins at the beach where you live. I don't even know where this is." Danny sighs. "You should have informed me first before you go and say stuff like that to Grace. She's only six, Steve. Her world is different. To her, everything is real, and all dreams always come true. Do you get that?"

Steve puts the fork down. There's a beat of silence. "I get it, Danny." He shuffles and pushes his chair back, but Danny's grip tightens around Steve's forearm. "I bought a paddling pool and a life vest for Grace. The ocean is so big and she's so small." Steve's voice is thick. He tries hard to sound normal.

"I don't understand, Steve. Why the pool? And the life vest? Do You want to take her out on the ocean?" Danny inches forward. He's not sure what Steve tries to say.

Steve shakes his head. "No, man, the ocean is too dangerous for her. Too big and too wild for a little girl." He stops and Danny sees the hard beating of his pulse in the vein curving up the throat. "I told her we have to wait. We have to ask Danno. The dolphins won't appear before the big tide changes. A few more weeks but then she will see them, swimming in big schools. She can watch from the shore, totally safe and in no danger at all."

"That – that sounds great, Steve." Danny scoots closer. "I'm sorry, I assumed you would want to take her out on a surfboard, six miles from the shore." He laughs shakily. The love for this incredible man burns like wildfire through his body.

Steve adds in a hurry. "I also bout some stuff to build a sandcastle. And, uhm, and a sunshade. Sun blocker, too, stuff for a beach day, if –" his voice dies in the middle of the sentence.

Danny's heart is about to burst into a million pieces. Steve starts to crawl back into his shell. He has admitted what Danny and Grace mean to him and Danny hasn't answered to that. Steve's too unsure to stand the silence. He wants to get up.

Danny pulls him gently back by holding on. He slips his hand in Steve's and laces their fingers together. He fights with the moisture in his eyes. "You did all that, huh? You plan a beach day at your house for Grace and me. God, you're killing me, Steve."

Steve doesn't eat, doesn't move. "Only if you want." He murmurs.

"When did you plan to tell me? I mean you have to invite us."

"I'm telling you now." Steve hugs Danny's hand hard.

"I love the idea and I know Grace will be bouncing with joy to be with you." Danny waits but Steve tries not to combust with nervousness and stabs holes with the fork in a watermelon piece. "Did you buy a can of color for her room, too?" Danny chuckles. It's meant as a joke.

"Turquoise," Steve says as if it's the most normal thing to say. But the tightness in his upper body tells a different story. He's dangerously close to tear his hand away from Danny's grip to dash out the back door. Steve's hand trembles slightly in Danny's embrace. "Grace said she likes the colors of the ocean. I bought turquoise and different shades of blue so she can choose."

Danny's sucks in a harsh breath. "Steve,"

But Steve freezes and wants to pull his hand out from Danny's grip. "Let me go, Danny," he demands.

"Don't. Steve, please, don't do that. Give me your hand. I need five seconds to let your answer sink in."

"It's too much, is it? I went overboard. I scared you off. I'm sorry," Steve has Danny's hand in a choke-hold, cutting off the bloodstream. He's falling fast and hard in the wrong direction. "I don't know how to do this. I don't know what's right or wrong. I thought," Steve swallows dry and runs his hand through his hair. He leans on his elbow and hugs his neck with one hand to hide his face from Danny. "I thought I prepare a room for Grace at my house, so she has a place to sleep if you want to stay over. If you want to drop by, spend time with me, be with me." Steve breathes, "I'm sorry if I shocked you. I'm moving too fast. I thought – I just."

Danny tugs at their hands and makes Steve look at him. He wipes at his eyes, "Steve, look at me," Steve's pained gaze melts into something else. Danny knows he has red, watery eyes but the world is not ready for guys like Steve who have a heart as big as the whole damn world and so much love to give it's downright overwhelming.  "I fucking love you, Steve. Don't you get that?"

Steve doesn't answer, doesn't say it back but he swallows hard, bites his lips.

"Grace loves turquoise. She's going to love her room and everything you have planned for her. I can't believe I found you. I don't know what to say." Danny almost chokes on the love. This feeling when beauty is too much to sustain. He grabs Steve's hand so tight the knuckles turn white. Danny's not ashamed of the tears he wipes off with the back of his hand. "Eat up babe. I wanna take you back to bed."

TBC

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