#book it danno

[teruel-a-witch]

expanded conversation from 6x14

danny: you never stop to look.

steve: what's that supposed to mean?

danny: not that i thought about it, but if I had, I bet the moment you get someone in your bedroom you just rip their clothes off and immediately ravish them within an inch of their life putting horny animals to shame with your impatience and then you don't let them catch their breath as you promptly defile them again because you are an insatiable neanderthal animal... *trails off and stares into space*

steve: *grins* so you haven't thought about it at all...

danny: *scoffs* my point is you are too impatient to take things slow and romance somebody.

steve: i took my time with you. 6 years isn't slow enough for you?

danny: oh

steve: yeah

danny: huh

steve: you are gonna be less than monosyllabic when i'm done with you. i'm gonna go so slow you'll beg me to get on with it.

danny: *grabs him by his shirt* are you kidding me? 6 years is enough foreplay.

steve: uh-uh, danny, I thought you wanted to be romanced.

danny: you will be romancing your hand if you continue!

steve: *raises his hands in surrender* as you wish, buttercup.

danny: don't you dare use the princess bride against me!

steve: ...and in that moment danny realised that when steve was saying 'book 'em, danno'! he really meant 'i love you'...

danny: *hangs his head* why is this working? what's wrong with me? i hate you so much!

steve: hey, danno?

danny: yeah?

steve: you booked me for life.

danny: *groans* how is this nonsense somehow the most romantic thing I've ever heard?

steve: told you i could do it, for you.

danny: shut up and do me, already.

steve: *grins* wow, now who needs romance le---hmppth

danny: *hmms into their kiss, satisfied*

#mcdanno #h50 incorrect quotes #incorrect mcdanno #h50 6x14 #myh50 #h50 #h50 headcanons #hawaii five 0 #h50 crack #h50 humour #i definitely think danny put a little too much thought into how steve is in the bedroom #and steve is going to be insufferably smug and will make danny scream #which is what danny wanted :p #danno loves his animal #'book 'em danno' is their as you wish

[miriam-heddy]

I mean, I noticed Danny Williams often made references that only a Jewish character would. But just remembered that James Caan was Jewish.

So, Danno is Jewish!

#hawaii five 0 #scott caan #danny williams #jewish characters #book ‘m danno #yiddishkeit

[roseytherabbit]

How do you feel when Danno pets Riggy? Is that fine?

I'm fine with him. He is his best friend and i have no right getting mad at danno, he's funny and i enjoy how happy he makes riggy!

#ROSEYS POST #danno is cool in my book

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

skipping over the loops and hoops my brain went through to come up with this because explaining it would be a whole ass paragraph I don’t want to write, but can you imagine Steve hearing Danny’s Retail Voice? 

(I am upfront about having a shitty memory so idk if its ever stated if either of them had other work outside of their military and law enforcement careers. But from what I got is after being shipped out Steve’s life was basically the Navy. While Danny went to college so like I’m just assuming some sort of part time gig to help with bills and stuff) 

Cos Steve’s so used to Danny being...Danny. The retail voice is not something that one thinks of when dealing with Danno. 

Steve feeling a little smug because he recognizes that the closest he’s heard that voice before is when Danny deals with Rachel or that times Danny had to cater to his ex-mother-in-law and even that had a breaking point(and honest the most ever deserved moment for Danny to have been allowed to say Fuck You )

Steve could pull up working records but he prefers Danny tell him about it on his own. It’s weirdly fascinating. 

there’s no real point to this post beyond this. I think about McDanno a lot. I think about them in weird normal situations like this. Like yeah...Steve hearing Danny’s retail voice is probably a thing. 

#McDanno #just more stuff for Steve to add to his Danno Journal #because one of my biggest(and depending on the topic or day kinda cracky) headcanon #is that Steve keeps notebooks full of notes on Danny. #Danny's fascinating and Steve can't always figure out something so he hoped if he jotted down notes and stuff #something bigger would click #he's at least three note books in by the end of season one. if you check the garage the newest boxes are his notes on Danny #it becomes a winding down time routine for him #it's not creepy it's loving! #(it's kinda creepy Steve. but we get you so we let it go. but if an outside team ever went through your things #they would be very concerned with your devotion towards Danny probably.) #(though it does tie into my AOL characters are brothers so I have thought about how addicted and obsessed Vincent would be with Danny)

[unshatters-your-teacup]

The mortifying ordeal of going from laughing at the genre of post that’s like “when you find a good fanfic writer but they’ve written one fic for your pairing and 1000 for NCIS” to knowing EXACTLY why everyone’s writing so much fanfic about an early 2000’s copaganda show

#GIRL HELP #IVE WATCHED TWO EPISODES OF HAWAII FIVE 0 #WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME SHSKKHSJKSL #‘book em danno’ is going to haunt me forever I already know it #hawaii five 0

[furiarossa]

A totally normal painting of the four horsemen of the dannypocalypse.

(Four Dannos of the Apocalypse is an 1887 painting by Russian artist Viktor Vasnetsov.

The painting depicts the Four Dannos Horsemen of the Apocalypse described in the Book of Revelation. The Lamb Danno of God is visible at the top.)

#dannypocalypse #danny phantom #danny phantom meme #danny phantom 20th anniversary #our meme #our danny phantom #2024 #meme

[snaileer]

Like Son, Like Mother

Danny was doing homework at the kitchen table with Jazz when he heard it. A bang, a clatter, and his father’s shout of “Maddie!”

This was not all together that unusual. But for some reason, both him and Jazz looked up from their books to glance at the basement door.

Jazz /never looked up anymore.

The silence seemed to echo.

Jazz skated her eyes over to meet his, raising a confused eyebrow. Danny shrugged in response.She shrugged back. Which was.. really not helpful honestly.

Well, only one way to find out.

Danny pushed back his chair with loud scrape and walked over to the door. He opened it and shouted down, “Dad?? Everything okay??”

There was another clatter.

“Sure is, Danno!” There was a slight waver of uncertainty to his Dad’s voice.

Danny furrowed his eyebrows, taking a step down, then another. “You sure?? Jazz and I heard a pretty loud bang and-“

Danny stopped at the bottom of the stairs, one foot still hovering, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Jack smiled at him from where he stood in front of Maddie, “Sure as a bear, kiddo!”

Danny leaned forward, trying to peer around Jack’s form, “Mom?

Maddy hesitated but answered, “Yes honey?”

“You’re sure you’re alright?”

There was a moment of pause and then Maddie leaned out from behind her husband, goggles and suit hood on, “We’re fine sweetie, don’t worry about us.” She smiled comfortingly at him.

Danny glanced between the two of them again, before slowly starting to turn around, “Alright, if you’re sure..uh.. Have fun, I guess.” Then he turned fully up the stairs and went up the hallway. They caught a snippet of him telling Jazz it was okay before the basement door closed once more.

Jack’s shoulders drooped with a whoosh of breath and he turned back to Maddie, eyes filled with worry.

“Mads?”

Maddie tried to smile back at him, pulling back her hood and goggles with one hand.

“Don’t worry, snookums, we’ll fix this,” Maddie said, patting Jack’s shoulder.

She looked down at her other hand.

Her other hand stuck halfway through the metal of their lab table.

She sighed, a few strands of pale hair falling in her eyes as she did so.

“Somehow.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #Maddie Fenton #Jack Fenton #the Fentons #good parent fentons #Tucker foley #Sam Manson #valerie gray #vlad masters #phantom #danny phantom crossover #phanfic #Dan phantom #Elli phantom #Dani phantom #ghost zone #clockwork

[lexosaurus]

"Danno? More like WAIL-O haha get it? Because he's so easy to wail on?" — Dash, probably idk i didn't read the book

#danny phantom #for the record i have watched the show #just not in....a while #quality content #totally real quote

[ellena-asg]

McDanno in front of suspect's salad - every damn time:

• they have that Big Talk with a suspect but after every few sentences they feel a need to look at each other intensely

• a suspect sits in front of them and suddenly they feel a need to touch each other or they pretend they're arguing (cause it's sexy + it's a good excuse for some extra touching)

• they ask suspect about important things but after hearing the answer they suddenly have their goofy time together, they make jokes or just generally have fun, like "Hey, babe, do you remember how I threw that guy into a cage with sharks?"/"Oh yeah, hahahah"

• a suspect talks to them and they can hear/are focused but they're also so busy flirting with each other and/or are very very sweet to each other (say compliments f.e.) and all around is suddenly so sweet

• a suspect is still there (handcuffed or not yet) but these two dorks are now focused on their private life, like "Hey, how's Gracie?"/"Still sad that I couldn't watch that Barbie cartoon with her but I'm gonna make her the best pancakes ever so...". Or: "Ugh, my stomach!"/"Ha! I told you: don't eat this shit! But don't worry, babe. This time I WILL drive us to home and um, I'll give you a hot massage. I mean... I'll give your belly a hot massage, I, um, I will use hot stones!"

They usually talk about their Ohana and feelings (oh the episode where Steve comes back to Hawaii with Wo-Fat and Danny is like "Cargo pants! I knew it!" and "Steve. Did you miss me, babe? Ha?! Cause I missed you! Come on, hug me!" and Wo-Fat is like "WTF is happening here"). But it can be literally about everything: tickets for the game, medical appointment, shopping, weather...

• there's also this McDanno pose:

aka "We are Boyfriends, you know" ("Btw don't mess with us!")

I can't with our boys but especially with their suspects having the most confusing time of their life 😂 All these guys at first are like "Oh shit, cops!" and they expect some talking, all that serious police jazz, maybe some threatening but soon they all see and hear McDanno being McDanno and they're like "WTF? Are these cops serious? Is this some hidden camera show or what? Do they know they're at work and they should be professional? Do they remember about their suspect?!".

Suspect: Ahem. I'm still here, you know.

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Hello? Officers? *Oh no, I'm like the air now, they don't see me* *Oh, fuck, they're doing this again! Come on men, it's too intimate, I don't feel comfortable you know. You need a room and I shouldn't be in that room with you, you get it?*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Excuse me! You should arrest me and take to your car or something like that, right? Right?! *oh mommy, I don't wanna stand here with them, invisible, forever!*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: SOMEBODY TAKE ME TO THE JAIL! Pleeeease! *sob* HELP! HELP!

Oh and the episode where Steve and Danny played basketball with prisoners and prisoners were like "Yo, you're fucking married!"? Sure, they had eyes, they noticed it all. But I bet that they knew. They knew it before seeing our boys. All prisoners know - from other prisoners (guys booked by Danno and Steve). You go to jail = you hear about McDanno, they're legendary.

New prisoner: Hi everybody! I'm here cause I'm a serial killer. You can call me like you want but I prefer...

Other prisoners: Who caught you?

New prisoner: Um, cops.

Other prisoners: But who exactly?

New prisoner: Sorry, I don't remember their names. I only remember my sense of awkwardness... and that they called each other "babe". Huh, Small Romeo and Tall Romeo? Yeah, I know, shitty description is shitty and...

Other prisoners: *whispering and cursing* *but also shipping secretly* MCDANNO!!!

New prisoner: So... They do this in front of every...

Other prisoners: ALWAYS!

#h50 #McDanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams

[teruel-a-witch]

5.01/3.19 Danny Doth Protest Too Much (So What Is The Truth?)

probably another one of Danny's cat-like traits is that he maintains that he totally hates when Steve says 'Book 'em, Danno' as a term of endearment but the moment Steve directs the attention/praise to someone else Danny is indignant/jealous 'but but! that's our special thing! how very dare you?'

just another one of their intricate rituals of arguflirting.

#mcdanno #h50 #danny williams #h50 parallels #h50 picspam #h50 meta #h50 3x19 #h50 5x01 #myh50 #h50edit #hawaii five 0 #mcdanno is eternal #mcdanno love compilation #actual married couple mcdanno #danny *flirtily*: stoppp #steve: okay #danny: *gasp* you weren't supposed to actually listen #intricate rituals #mcdanno flirting #arguflirting

[emphasisonthehomo]

Do you ever want to watch everyone's favorite CBS classic queerbiaty copaganda dumpster fire, and think to yourself "GEE! Wish I could be tipsy for it, but in a fun way!"

WISH NO MORE!!!

Drink Responsibly, obviously. Maybe have every third sip be water. Also remember to eat.

And please, I beg all of you, feel free to make any additions. I know I missed things.

Full list under the cut.

Gratuitous shot of beautiful Hawai‘i

Danny complains about beautiful Hawai‘i

Someone dies

Someone almost dies

Someone gets kidnapped

The Task Force does something illegal

Steve and Danny are mistaken for a couple

Footage of the camaro driving down a road

Danny mentions he’s a father

Blatant Thirst Trap (Steve’s shirtless, Kono in a bikini, etc.)

Cargument

Married Bickering™

“Book ‘em Danno”

B-Roll of surfers/the beach

Danny and Steve stare fondly at one another for like… A Long Time

Steve gets an aneurysm face

#aron's fic #not really but i want this in that tag #hawaii five 0 #h50 #mcdanno #graphic design is my passion

[redgoldblue]

Rewatched the H50 pilot today and truly it is incredible how fast Steve falls in love. like i know we make the “I’ve found something that changed my mind [cute loudmouthed jersey detective in my dad’s garage]” jokes but TRULY Danny punches him and reveals himself to be a good dad and that’s it. Steve’s gone. heart’s flyin’ outta his chest faster than you can say [“I’m sincerely sorry”] [“you’re a good father”] [“it’s cute”] [“book him, danno”] [“three nights at the kahala hotel”]

#Hawaii Five 0 #McDanno #H50 #danny does not fall completely gone head over heels as fast as steve does #but i do also think despite the fact that he's mad at him at the time the first time he reassesses his view of steve #is when he defends the girl who's being trafficked into prostitution #which really just all comes back to faor's central thesis: they're all dads. everyone deserves a child. #mine

[scarletsaphire]

Danny knew that he wasn't supposed to follow the wisps, but when you're a child, lost and alone in the forest, you don't have much of a choice.

---

I took a small break from @phicphight but I'm back with a fill for @jackdaw-sprite! The prompt I used will be at the bottom.

There were lots and lots of rules that Danny needed to follow; don't try and use the stove by yourself, don't wander into the lab without supervision, always wear his welding mask when helping his mom or dad with their work, and most importantly of all, do not, under any circumstances, follow the will o' wisps.

His parents had spent a very long time hammering that rule into his head, ever since he was a baby. "They may look friendly," his mom would say, as they cuddled on a sofa watching Brave . "It may seem like they're trying to help her. But they are not. If they hadn't appeared, than none of this would've happened in the first place."

"They're going to be beautiful," his dad had said, while hammering a sheet of metal into the shape he needed. Danny was standing on the stool next to him, a significantly smaller, less effective hammer clasped between his tiny hands. "They might even be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. But that's a lie. They just want to trick you, and take you away from us. You can't trust them, just like you can't trust any ghost. Do you understand me, Danno?"

Danny had nodded, and his dad had ruffled his hair just like he always did. "You're such a smart kid, you know that? I wish I'd had half the brains when I was five!"

Now, lost deep enough in the forest that Danny couldn't see the sky, Danny didn't feel all that smart.

He hadn't meant to wander off; the rest of his family was still somewhere in the park, setting up the picnic blanket and basket for lunch. Jazz had been playing hide and seek with him, but knowing her, she was using his absence to read the book she’d brought. That was okay; as long as Danny hid well, they’d all have to find him eventually.

Danny had thought hiding in the trees would've been a good idea; he’d be able to see everyone, but they wouldn’t see him. There was the added bonus of being able to climb a tree, which was always a plus. He'd needed to go a few trees deep to find a good one he could climb. By then, he'd seen a flower, a lovely soft purple color that he thought would match his mom's eyes. But if he got his mom a flower, he had to get his dad one too, cause that was only fair, and there was a pretty yellow one only a little further in...

The next thing he knew, he'd been stumbling around the trees, tripping over protruding roots and dead logs that could've been there for centuries. He had no idea which way he'd come from, or which way led back to the park, and all he really wanted to do was sit down and cry.

His bottom lip had just started to quiver when the will o' wisp first appeared.

His father had been right; it was beautiful, a kaleidoscope of colors all mushed into one creature, constantly shifting and flickering in the air, as if someone had taken a chunk of the northern lights and left it right here, in a random park in Illinois just for him to look at.

Danny recognized it instantly. He should’ve looked away; he knew what the rule was. Do not, under any circumstances, follow the will o' wisps. But...

Danny glanced back up at the sky, completely covered by the canopy above him. He couldn't tell if the sun was starting to set or not. He had no way of knowing just how close to, or even how far past lunch time it really was, but by the growling of his stomach, he was fairly certain it had been a little while at least.

Surely it was better to follow the wisp than sit here and starve, right? It wasn't like they could lead him into any more danger than he was already in.

Danny took one, hesitant step towards the wisp. It stayed exactly where it was, circling through a dozen different colors. Danny took another step.

It did not disappear when he got close, like it did in the movies. It hovered inches in front of his face, close enough that if he just stretched his hand forward, he would be able to touch it. This close, he could see that he'd been wrong to compare it to the northern lights; those were probably beautiful, sure, but it didn't hold a candle to this.

It was like peering through water at the bottom of a pond, if the only thing on the other side was a rainbow. It rippled and flowed from one vivid color into the next, constantly changing and shifting and yet never once was it muddied. The temptation was too strong, and Danny couldn’t help but reach out. It was only then, just as his fingers were about to brush against the top of whatever it had instead of a head, that it disappeared, reappearing a few feet away.

Danny didn't hesitate this time. He was off as fast as his little legs could carry him, running towards the wisp. This time, the roots did not catch his feet, the weeds did not scratch his legs, and the logs did not break his stride.

He chased the wisp through the woods with reckless abandon, running as fast as he possibly could. Danny needed to touch that wisp, needed to catch it between his hands like a lightning bug. He didn't know why, he just knew he needed to know. He needed to know how it felt beneath his fingers.

He was so focused on the will o' wisp that he didn't notice when the ground beneath him became more level, when the sunlight streamed through the leaves in larger gaps. He didn't even notice that he'd emerged out of the forest until the wisp disappeared for the last time, and he couldn't find where it had reappeared.

Jazz grabbed a hold of his arm, and the memory of the will o' wisp was knocked out of his head all at once.

"There you are!" she said, dragging Danny over to where the picnic blanket had been laid out. "Mom, I found him!"

His mom and dad rushed over to him, pulling him into a hug. "We've been worried sick about you, kiddo!" his dad said, pulling away to look at his face. "We've been calling your name for fifteen minutes now!"

"You must've wandered pretty far into the forest, huh?" his mom said with a smile and a laugh. "What were you doing in there?"

Danny looked back at the woods. He hoped to see the wisp among the trees, one last glimpse of the beautiful, cascading colors. All he saw was the browns and greens the forest always had.

"I was climbing trees," he lied.

He was quiet for the rest of the day. His parents never bothered to ask why.

--

Danny was eight when he next saw the wisps. He'd almost forgotten about them entirely, so many years had gone by. He probably would have, if his parents warnings didn’t serve as near constant reminders.

He was supposed to be in class, but he wasn’t. Dash had been picking on him again, and the teacher had looked the other way, just like she always did. That was normal. Most days, Danny dealt with it.

Unlike most days, however, Danny didn't have Tucker to help distract him; his friend was home sick with some kind of stomach bug, so for this day and probably the following week, Danny was going to be all by himself.

Danny thought his solution made perfect sense. He’d waited for the teacher and Dash to turn their attention away, and slipped out into the hallway. He knew he wasn't supposed to be wandering around without permission, but it was probably fine. Dash wasn't supposed to be insulting him and his parents like that, at least not according to the signs on the walls everywhere, so Danny deserved a little bit of rule breaking here and there. It was only fair.

This staircase went to the roof, supposedly, but since he didn't have the key, and neither did any of the other staff as far as he knew, it was pretty much just a dead end. This worked perfectly for Danny's purposes; no one would come up here for any reason, which meant he had as much time as he wanted. At least, until someone realized he was gone, but that probably wouldn’t be for a while.

Now the problem was what he was going to do. He hadn’t thought to grab his backpack before sneaking away, so he didn’t have all of the random goodies he’d accumulated over the past few months. He didn’t have any homework or studying that he could do, not without his worksheets, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t; that was something Jazz would do, and Jazz was boring.

Danny dug through the pockets of his jacket and jeans and came out with two halves of a purple crayon, a small container of extra pencil lead for a mechanical pencil, and a form he was supposed to give to his parents last week that he’d forgotten about.

It looked like he would be drawing.

He was halfway into a doodle of some kind of space monster eating a planet when he saw the light out of the corner of his eye. At first, he'd thought it was the door opening; the light was soft and natural, like sunlight would be, but that didn't make any sense; no one had come up the stairs, Danny was sure of it, and there was no way anyone was on the roof; they’d need to climb the side of the school, which was way too much work.

It was once he looked up that he recognized it: a will o' wisp, hovering above the stairs, just out of reach.

The crayon fell out of his hand. It was just as beautiful as he remembered it being, just as ethereal, and completely out of place with the bleak surroundings of the elementary school staircase.

Danny didn't bother packing up his things. He left his drawing unfinished on the floor, the pencil lead spread out against the tile. He climbed to his feet as if in a trance, hand outstretched, just like he remembered doing in the forest three years ago. Just like it had done then, it let Danny get close enough to almost touch it, close enough that he could almost feel it against his finger tips, and then it was gone, floating above the landing just below him.

He hesitated. The first time he saw the wisps, he'd been a dumb, scared, lost child, who didn't have any other options. It was different this time; Danny was older, and smarter, and most importantly, he wasn't

It was weird, for the will o' wisp to appear here, of all places. In all of the stories Danny had heard, either from books or movies or from his parents, the wisps had always appeared to people who were lost, or in danger, and (depending on who was telling the story) they would help or hinder whatever traveler happened to stumble across them. Danny wasn't in danger or lost, unless you counted Dash being mean, but if that was the case, the wisps would've appeared years ago.

Everything about the situation was wrong. Danny knew that it was all wrong, and that he should park his butt back on the floor and finish his doodle. He also knew that if he didn't investigate now, than he would never get the chance to investigate again.

The doodle could wait; it wasn't that good anyway.

With the initial shock and awe of seeing it gone, Danny approached the wisp cautiously, making sure to watch his step. The wisp stayed in place, glinting in the artificial school lights just as it had in the sunlight three years before. It was only once Danny had landed solidly on the landing, with his hand outstretched to the wisp, that it vanished, reappearing on the next landing down.

It brought Danny down to the bottom floor before disappearing. That was weird; It hadn't brought him anywhere, but it was definitely gone. Unless...

Danny pushed the door separating the stairs and the hallway open just a crack, then breathed a sigh of relief. The wisp danced in the hallway, just a few doors down from where he currently was. With a quick look glance for any wondering teachers, Danny was out in the hallway, chasing after the wisp again.

The chase didn't last much longer. He'd barely gone halfway down the hallway when it disappeared for good this time, leaving Danny standing right outside his own class's door.

"But-" Danny started, talking to empty air. He shook his head instead of continuing his question; he wouldn't have gotten an answer, even if the wisp was still here.

He opened the door to the classroom and slipped back amidst the students. As far as he could tell, nobody noticed he was missing.

The intercom crackled to life barely two minutes later. "Attention teachers and students. There is an active shooter inside of the building. This is not a drill. Stay calm and commence lock down procedures. I repeat, this is not a drill."

The class immediately panicked.

(Later that night, safely in a chair at home, Danny would overhear the news on the television. "It had been lucky that the shooter hadn't injured anyone, as a children's drawing was found next to the point of entry," the reporter was saying. "In the future, the Casper Elementary School will make certain that the roof access door is locked from the inside, hopefully preventing an issue like this from arising again.")

---

Fires were no rare occasion at Fentonworks. Between their positively abysmal cooking skills, the amount of faulty inventions that were tested in the laboratory, and the Fen-Toaster which was probably a violation of the Geneva conventions, the Fenton's were single-handedly keeping the fire hydrant companies in business. The fires were never a big deal, hardly more than a scorch mark on the ground or wall. They were always caught early, and proper fire safety had been ingrained into Jazz and Danny since before they could walk.

This fire was different. It hadn't been caught early, if the smoke that woke Danny up was anything to go off of, and it certainly wasn't something that could be tamed by a standard fire extinguisher.

Danny held the back of his hand up to his door. It wasn't hot; that was a good sign.

The hallway wasn't on fire, at least not that Danny could see, but he couldn't see much through the thick smoke that clogged the air. He fumbled his way towards the staircase, eyes squinted against the burn.

"Danny!" It was his mother's voice, raspy and punctuated with a cough.

He turned back around towards their bedroom, and could just barely make out the silhouette of both her and his father. Before he knew it, they had reached him, pulling him into a quick hug. 

"We need to get Jazz and get out of here!" his dad said.

"Right here," Jazz said, her blurry figure joining the rest of them.

"Good. Good." His mother's relief was palpable. "We need to get going."

She was right. They didn't have much time, and the fire was only going to grow worse as time went on. They needed to get out of Fentonworks, and fast. The front door was the easy answer; they could all get there with their eyes closed. Danny should've been following her down the stairs, as fast as his aching lungs could carry him. Instead, he found himself reaching out and stopping her descent.

"We can't go that way." He was certain of it. If the door was clear, than the colorful light, distorting through the smoke in the air, wouldn't be at the end of the hallway.

"Danny, we-"

He didn't wait for an answer, taking off towards the end of the hallway. The wisp was there to help , he was certain of it, just like it had helped him those times when he was younger. They'd proved that they were here to help, and despite his parents' warning, Danny trusted them.

His family was close behind, calling his name between coughs, but he didn't turn around.

The wisp lead him into the bathroom, which was surprisingly smoke free. With the wisp hovering in the window as it was, it wasn't hard to see why; the window had been left open, and the door closed. The rest of the family funneled into the room while Danny approached the window. Peering out, he could see the reason the wisp must have brought them here; his parents' old mattress, just recently replaced for a new, upgraded one, lay on the ground directly beneath the window. It wouldn't be the comfiest fall in the world, but they wouldn't get hurt. Probably.

Danny didn't think about it. He blocked out the protests of his parents and sister, heaving himself up over the windowsill and out into the clean, cool air. The fall was quick, not enough time for him to regret the decision even as his stomach flipped. The mattress did not completely cushion his fall - he'd probably be dealing with bruises for the next week, maybe more - but he was able to roll off the mattress and onto his feet without an issue.

The wisp was gone when he looked back up at the bathroom window, replaced with the worried faces of his family. He tried to shout up at them, but all he managed to do was trigger a coughing fit. Instead, he waved, beckoning them to follow. They seemed to understand. Jazz came down first, letting out a ear piercing shriek on her way down. She was grabbing onto Danny's shoulders mere seconds after she'd landed.

"What were you thinking?" she cried, shaking him back and forth. "You can't just run off like that! You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"But we're fine," Danny argued.

"And we would've been just as fine if we had gone downstairs! And you wouldn't have given all of us a heart attack and made us jump out of the window!"

"We can talk about this later." His mother had joined the conversation, and his father had just landed on the mattress with a big puff. "And we will be talking about this later-" she narrowed a glare at Danny "-but right now we need to make sure the fire departments been called. You two run over to the Pallay's house to borrow their phone, we'll see if the Kennywood's will let us."

Danny and Jazz nodded their head, before taking off around the corner. The moment they were out of earshot, Jazz started again. "What were you thinking?"

He didn't have an answer. What was he supposed to say, that he followed the wisp? Jazz wouldn't understand; she didn't believe in ghosts at all, and even if she did, she wouldn't trust them, not like Danny did. Luckily, he didn't need an answer.

The contorted, melted in mess of a front door was answer enough.

---

"It's a bummer that it doesn't work," Tucker said, making himself comfortable on the one empty spot of workbench. "Your parents have been working on it for like. Forever."

"Yeah they're not happy," Danny said, staring at the shell of what should've been a portal. "Jazz had to basically drag them out of the house today, they haven't left at all this week."

"I don't blame them," Sam said, raising the camera around her neck to her eye. "At least it looks cool, right?"

"I guess so," Danny agreed.

Sam hummed. "It doesn't photograph well."

"I can try and get another light on?" Danny offered.

Sam shook her head. "That's not the problem. It's just too... static. I think it'd look nicer with one of you in front of it."

"Not it!" Tucker called quickly, lifting his hand to his nose. "Too slow!"

Danny, who was midway through the same motion, lowered his hand back down with a sigh. "Fine, I'll do it. But I'm putting on my suit! It's still a dangerous machine, even if it doesn't work right."

Sam nodded while Danny got into the suit "I think it'll look better anyway. More thematic than jeans and a t-shirt. Though, maybe without the sticker of your dad's face."

Danny's face heated up as she removed the sticker. "I didn't put it there."

"Yeah, yeah, get in front of the portal," Sam said.

Danny listened, standing just beyond the lip of the metal. A chill traveled down his spine; there was something... disconcerting about it all. He knew what was actually behind him; he knew the portal almost as well as his parents did, years and years of talks about it over dinner, family time in the lab spilling over blueprints that should've been far above his comprehension. He knew that, when it lay dormant and dead like this, it was nothing more than metal and machinery, just like every other thing in the lab.

And yet he could feel it's exhale, cold and sour on the back of his neck. He could see stray wires on the corners of his vision, and he couldn't help but see them as teeth, closing in around him. This was the portal to the afterlife, supposed to bridge the gap between life and death itself. Maybe his parents were wrong; maybe it did work, and they just couldn't see it. Maybe he was balanced on the edge of death itself, and one more step, one slip of his foot, and he'd go falling backwards into whatever endless nothingness the afterlife had for a living soul.

Sam's camera clicked, chasing away to foreboding feeling in an instant. She grabbed the polaroid, shaking it out, before squinting at it. "Something's still missing."

Tucker leaned over her shoulder. "Yeah, it still feels kinda bland."

"Maybe you should go into it more?" Sam asked, glancing up at Danny, then back down at the picture.

"I don't know..." Danny said. "I don't think its safe."

"Come on, it'll be fine," Sam said dismissively. "Your parents said its not working. And besides, its a ghost portal. Don't you want to see what's on the other side?"

He wanted to say no. He wanted to walk away, take off his stupid jumpsuit, and go back upstairs to watch whatever stupid show Tucker had found them earlier today. Her words had hit a little to close to home, a little to close to that nagging fear he'd felt before, and he spared one glance behind him, just to assuage his nerves before shutting her down.

The wisp danced in the maw of the portal, brilliant, blinding, dazzling colors reflecting off the sheer metal surface of its mechanical innards, and Danny's worries washed away. "Yeah," he heard himself say. "It would be pretty cool."

The portal wasn't deep, so when the wisp disappeared, it didn't go far. It hovered alongside the portal wall, so very close. He took one step further, and then another, and was already in touching distance of the wisp. Danny reached out his hand slowly, cautiously, expecting for it to disappear just like always.

It didn't. It was silky and cool under Danny's hand, and yet it seemed to float away like water or mist, allowing him to put his hand further and further in. He let out a disbelieving laugh that echoed through the tunnel, and he almost thought he could hear the wisp laugh with him, a tinkling of bells, mischievous and soft, echoing just behind his own. The wisp seemed oddly happy to have Danny's hand through its not quite face, it's colors shifting swifter and more vibrantly than ever before. With reckless joy, Danny pushed his hand in further.

His hand met metal with a soft click, and the wisp disappeared, bringing its colorful, kaleidoscope lights with it. Danny was plunged into darkness before his world went green.

--

Prompts: jackdawsprite - Danny knows better than to follow the will o' the wisps. But the rules are different now, aren't they?

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #pre canon #will o' the wisp #phic phight #phic phight 2024 #team human

[ncisrhapsody]

Steve McGarrett (externally): Book ‘em, Danno 😎

Steve McGarrett (internally): Book me, Danno 😍

#steve mcgarrett #danny williams #hawaii five 0 #incorrect quotes I guess #please tell me this hasn’t been said before #if so I’m sorry #ncisrhapsody’s 2am thoughts #i need to go to bed #mcdanno #lol help #gay panic

[jayxox]

Love Confessions

A/n: Little blurb I had in mind. Nothing crazy. Maybe I'll incorporate it in a fic at some point.

Warnings: some already healed wounds, nothing graphic. Pure tooth-rotting fluff!

Summary: Leave it to Steve. He told Danny, in one way or another. ♥

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"You never told me you loved me, how should I have known that, you animal!!!?" Danny couldn't believe what he just heard. They were sitting at their beach, him with cane, wounds nearly healed. Was Steve fucking kidding him.

"Danny, it was in every little book 'em Danno, in every smile, every hug, in every single time I let you stay with me, in every single minute I was with or without you, in every word of my letters, calls or mails. In every stupid decision, in every normal one and in every single one I didn't do because I was scared I wasn't coming back to you. In every single way I cared about you and your children, how I would have caught every bullet going towards you, in every moment I thought I lost you, every single step I ran. I love you Daniel. Always have."

"I dunno what to say. I... why?! What took you so long? We could have had that for years, Steven. And for fucking once can you take the first step and kiss me now. I am not gonna do that, I am hurt."

Steve just laughed, moved his body to the right and put his hands on Dannys face, his lips on his. This was most utterly perfect. They would heal. Together.

#jayxox writes #fluffy mcdanno #mcdanno #danny and steve in private #steve and danny #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #love confessions #hawaii #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five o imagine #imagine #mcdanno imagine #blurb #mcdanno blurb #steve mcgarrett x danny williams #danno williams #Danny “Danno” Williams #Steven McGarrett #gay!steve #bi!danny #h50 #h50 fandom #h50 incorrect quotes

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

Steve is basically a sugar baby and once Mary understand the term “Danno”, it’s her right as the little sister to inform her big brother of that.

Show your work part:

1) Danny is older. By a year but with them, it’s going into their arguments. It matters!

2) only people to call Danny “Danno” are his kids and Steve. 2b) Danno is the result of Grace trying and failing to say daddy and it stuck. Danno is daddy. Steve is walking around basically saying “Book ‘em Daddy” In front of everyone’s salad!

3) Steve’s earlier seasons frugality in having Danny pay up results in Danny being his sugar daddy basically

Steve McGarrett is a sugar baby and nabbed the hottest DILF

#crack #mcdanno #steve mcgarrett #in my mind he’s also a bratty power bottom sugar baby #but that’s really just me and ao3 😂