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mcdannoangelwolf · 1 year

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That’s a great idea with the prompts to keep yourself in a writing mode, J! I‘m sending you McDanno Steve/Danny! Yay! Thank you a lot!

@cowandcalf Thank you SO Much for this prompt. It was fun. Your Pokemon number came up to a Pokemon called Archeops. A Fossil Pokemon. This story turned into less of a focus on it and more of story about many Fossil Pokemon lol. I hope that's ok!

At the end of the story are pics of the all the Pokemon featured. I'll name them as well lol. Most of the info i give about the pokemon in this story is from Bulbapedia. Some of it is my own headcanon.

This story may or may not be set in my future Pokemon Fusion. None of Teams Pokemon are mentioned in it. It could also be in the same universe of Charizard. For now it is just a stand alone.

“Danno, Danno, guess what!” Danny had just enough time to put the knife down and turn around before Charlie was barreling into him. Thankfully he had the counter to brace against as Charlie all but climbed him.

“Whoa, whoa bud. Careful now. You know Danno’s got a dodgy knee.” Danny admonished gently as he secured Charlie to his hip.

“Sorry, Danno. Are you okay? I can get down. I just wanted to show you.” Charlie wiggled to hop back to the floor but Danny just held on.

“Its fine son, what did you want to show me?” Danny asked, keeping his boy right where he was. Charlie was growing like a weed. He wouldn’t be able to do this kind of thing much longer.

“Look what we found at the store.” Charlie waved a crumpled flyer Danny had previously ignored in favor of not toppling over. Danny took it and had to immediately fight the urge to groan. It was an advert for the Fossil Restoration Center. The facility was finally opening up for tours.

“Can we go Danno, can we please?” Charlie asked, batting his eyes at him like Danny was sure Grace taught him.

Danny knew this day would come as soon as the place was announced. Charlie loved “dinosaur” pokémon so he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no. He could, however, stall.

“We’ll talk about it after dinner kiddo. Now, where’s Steve? Did you leave him at the store and run here?” Danny asked as he sat his son back on the floor.

“No, but the rascal did leave me to carry the groceries in on my own.” Steve appeared, carrying two canvas shopping bags, smiling like a madman.

“Sorry, sorry!” Charlie yelped before racing toward the garage, “I got it!”

Danny just shook his head, he loved that kid, and moved to take one of the bags from Steve.

“Did he show you the flyer?” Steve asked him, excited. With Steve, Danny could; and did, roll his eyes.

“Yes, he gave me the flyer. I told him we’d talk about it after dinner. Hopefully, he’ll forget about it.” Danny replied, setting the bag down to unload.

“Come on Danno, don’t be that way.” Danny could hear the playful pout in Steve’s voice.

Danny just rolled his eyes and went back to prepping dinner.

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Charlie, much to Danny’s annoyance, didn’t forget. He spent the entirety of dinner rhapsodizing about Fossil Pokémon and the Restoration Center. Danny did his best to steer his son toward other areas of conversation; his school work, his surfing lessons, and Grace's training, but Charlie wouldn’t be deterred. Steve, the traitor, just sat and smiled serenely the entire time. By the time dinner was over Danny was agreeing to go for a tour as soon as Grace came back from Trainer Camp.

“You know,” Steve called from the en-suite as Danny lay back on their bed, “you’ve never actually told me what your issue with Fossil Pokémon is.”

“Jurassic Park, Steven. Jurassic Park.” Danny replied without looking away from the phone. He was looking for any reason he could find to avoid going to the Restoration Center.

“Fossil Pokémon aren’t the same as dinosaurs Danny.” Steve appeared in the doorway, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, before ducking back in.

“I’m pretty sure Tyrantrum were close to T-Rex size. And Kabutops have blades for hands.” Danny finally gave it up as a lost cause and tossed his phone onto the bedside table.

“The Restoration Center doesn’t have a Tyrantrum Danno,” Steve smiled as he swaggered out of the bathroom in just his boxer briefs, “And Kabutops only attack underwater. Pretty sure the tours won’t be going into the water.”

Steve sprawled out on the bed next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist before speaking again.

“Come on Danno, give me the real reason.” Danny groaned up at the ceiling before finally caving in, resigned to sounding like a dumbass.

“I don’t know ok? I just...I don’t like them. I feel like it’s unnatural. Fossil Pokémon are and should be, just that. Fossils. Just because something can be done doesn’t mean it should be done. What’s next, reviving pets or god forbid people?” Danny knew he was ranting a bit but he had been holding this in for a long time.

“Okay so your issue is less chaotic rampage and more Jeff Goldblum,” Steve replied after a while and Danny gave a halfhearted ‘yes’ in return, “I understand that. I do. And I’m not gonna try and sway you. You know the science behind fossil revival as well as I do. How and why it works with pokes’ and only pokes’. I’m also not going to try and debate the ethics of fossil revival with you because, honestly, I don’t care about them enough to have a real opinion about them.” Steve told him quietly and Danny breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to get into an ethical debate on the issue. Or any debate on the issue.

“But I am going to admonish you to try and not rain on Charlie’s parade. He loves dinosaurs and fossil pokes’. In a few years, he’ll, probably, grow out of it. When he’s older you can talk about it. For now, just let him enjoy it.”

Danny rolled onto his side to face Steve as his partner spoke and when he finished Danny scooted in and pressed a kiss to Steve’s nose.

“I plan to do my utmost best not to be a tool about it. But I’m gonna need you and your nerdy enthusiasm to run interference for me.” Danny told him and Steve grinned wide.

“That is going to be very easy because I am stoked about this. I’ve been waiting for them to open for tours. I’m hoping that we see Rampardos and Bastiodon. I love those guys…” Danny just groaned and buried his face in the pillow as Steve went on.

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“Welcome to the Fossil Restoration Center, my name is Silver and I’ll be your tour guide for the day.” Danny had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at the ginger-haired tour guide's overly cheery attitude. He had been dreading this trip since agreeing to it. True to his word though he had been putting on a brave face and not letting Charlie see how much he hated the idea of the place. Steve, bless him, made it a lot easier. Anytime Charlie brought up the trip Steve was fast to swoop in so they could geek out together.

‘You never know Danno,’ Grace had told him once she found out about the trip after returning from camp, ‘Once you get there and see them, learn about them, maybe you’ll change your mind.’

Danny had half-heartedly agreed with his daughter but privately believed otherwise. Still, as a trainer himself, he was determined to at least try and if not enjoy himself then to at least learn something.

It was easier than he had expected it to be. Charlie and Steve were by and large the most enthusiastic of not only the four of them but of their tour group as a whole and stayed mostly toward the front. This let Danny stay toward the back of the group, Grace keeping him company, and take in the exhibits on his own.

The underwater exhibits, a Plexiglas tunnel through the habitat, was pretty cool. Grace, favoring grass and fairy types, had enjoyed learning about Lileep and Cradily. Charlie’s face had been pressed against the glass so hard, watching the Armaldo and Kabutops swim that Danny swore he was going to sieve through it. Even Steve stood awestruck, turning in place to try and see as much as he could.

Above the underwater exhibits were touch tanks with Kabuto and Omanyte. Danny had come close to losing his shit when Silver encouraged them to interact with the pokémon but stopped when the guide explained.

“Kabuto, unlike their evolved forms, dwelled on the sea floor. We’ve learned that they are largely filter feeders but also used their tusks to dig food from the sand. Likely ancient crustacean pokémon. Omanyte, unlike Omastar, feeds off plankton and fish eggs. They are very docile with humans and while Kabuto seems to like being left alone, Omanyte rather enjoys interaction.”

Despite knowing it was safe Danny couldn’t help but hover closely as Charlie stroked the back of a few Kabuto. It was also a prime location to watch two Omanyte try and climb up Steve’s arm.

Outside, in the pasture zone, Danny was thrilled when Steve got his wish. A medium-sized herd of Bastiodon and Shieldon lazed around the in the sun. Further on, in a more securely fenced paddock, a small group of Rampardos and Cranidos resided.

“We’ve learned that Bastiodon and Sheildon are very docile, herbivores, and very social. Shieldon, both bred and revived, are cared for and looked after by all the adults in the group. We have three family groups here, each consisting of two Bastiodon and three Shieldon. From our study, we believe that ancient groups would have consisted of groups roughly the same size. The pokémon here have been socialized with humans for years so we have a small group that you’ll be able to feed and interact with shortly.” Silver explained and Danny once more had to swallow hard at the idea of his kids around the shield-faced pokémon.

“What about the Cranidos and Rampardos?” Steve asked and Danny smiled at the excitement in his partner's voice.

“The Cranidos line, we’ve observed, is much more aggressive than the Shieldon line. They are very competitive, head-butting not only each other but also their environment. They live in small family groups, no larger than four. They are omnivorous but lean more toward meat than plants. At the moment only Center Trainers are allowed to interact with them. However, we will be getting a closer look once feeding time is over.” Silver explained and Danny swore Steve looked a little disappointed at not being able to get closer.

Danny watched as Steve’s disappointment evaporated once they reached the observation area of the paddock. They all watched as Cranidos and Rampardos ran around the area, head-butting one another as well as the steel walls and large rocks of the paddock. The clangs and thuds they made were so loud that Danny cringed. He knew the mons’ skulls were thick but he still marveled at how unaffected the pokémon seemed after the hits.

Afterward, they left the paddock and, much to Danny’s general alarm, walked through the larger area where the Bastiodon and Shieldon grazed, to a smaller paddock. There one of the larger Bastiodon lay in a shady spot while four Shieldon ran around playing.

“This handsome fellow here is Bruno,” Silver remarked as he walked over to the Bastiodon and patted its side, “He evolved from the very first Shieldon revived here. He’s big, lazy, and very friendly. He spends most of his days eating and sleeping. However, he spends most of his nights guarding the rest of the group, walking the perimeter of their sleeping areas.”

Several of the group laughed and even Danny chuckled, finding himself liking the big behemoth.

“Can we…can we touch him?” Danny focused on his son as Charlie piped up.

“Yes, but just a few at a time. He’s very friendly and loves visitors, but we try not to overwhelm him. You can also grab a few Berries and sit, try to attract some of the Shieldon. These are some of the older ones so they’re more used to humans.” Silver explained and Danny watched as both Steve and Charlie all but ran to grab some berries while most of the group queued up to meet Bruno.

While Grace queued up to meet Bruno Danny hung back to watch Steve and Charlie. Both sat cross-legged in the grass and brandished their berries. One of the pokémon climbed right into Charlie’s lap without hesitation and ate the Berries from his hand. Two others all but tackled Steve, pushing at him and each other with their heads. It was a rare thing that could rip Danny’s focus from his children but as Steve’s face lit up in a beatific smile, loud laughter roaring out of him, Danny had eyes for no one else.

“Danno, Danno you gotta come pet these guys. They’re awesome!” Steve called, breaking Danny out of his thoughts. With all eyes on him Danny knew that he couldn’t say no so, slowly, he walked over and knelt between Charlie and Steve. Reaching out to one of the two in Steve’s lap he was surprised when one of the Shieldon immediately butt its head into his palm. From the light sheen of the mon’s head, he had expected to feel the cold metallic skin of a steel-type. Instead, it was warm and dense, almost like really thick leather over rock. It was very sturdy but had just the slightest bit of give to it.

“I want one,” Steve told him with a smile and Danny just grinned.

“You can add your name to the waiting list, but we’re still a few years away from breeding for trainers,” Silver said from above them and Danny looked up to find the guide standing near them.

“Really?” Danny could have groaned aloud at the eagerness in Steve’s voice.

“Yes. We plan to offer breeding for certain species within the next few years. Shieldon is at the top of the list. You can ask about it at the registration desk. For now, we should be moving on.” Silver addressed the last to the group at large.

Danny helped Steve and Charlie to their feet and let the nearby handlers herd the Shieldon away.

The last stop on the tour was a large, domed, cage that they were all ushered into. Inside was a large stand of trees around a deep pond with lots of bushes and flowers scattered around.

“Ok all, here is where things might get disappointing,” Silver addressed the group as they stepped close to the pond, pulling a silver whistle out of the pocket of their lab coat, “This is the Aviary, in here lives a few pods of Archeops and Archen. The Archen are very friendly, but Archeops are more standoffish. They’ve never attacked anyone, but they tend to keep hidden and keep the rest of the pod with them. I’ll try calling for them.” With that Silver used the whistle, letting out several short bursts.

Danny waited, along with the rest of the group, for several moments. After a couple of minutes, Silver blew the whistle again. This time Danny thought he saw some movement in the trees but, once again, nothing appeared.

“Well folks, sadly, it seems like they won’t be showing today. If you have any questions I’ll be happy to answer them. We may get lucky if we wait a few moments.”

Several people raised their hands but Danny tuned out the Q&A. He was hoping they would move on soon. If he was being honest his knee was starting to bother him and he was getting a bit hungry. He didn’t want to risk turning into a grouch and ruining the kids' day.

“Hey, what’s that?” Charlie's voice brought Danny out of his musings and he craned his head around just in time to see his son break off from the group and shoot toward a clump of bushes nearby.

“Charlie, don’t,” Danny called out just as Steve called for the boy to wait. Both he and Steve moved to follow Charlie but before they could get more than a few steps Charlie was already on his way back, having stooped to pick something up from the shade of the bushes.

“I think he’s sick, or hurt.” Charlie offered and Danny almost swallowed his tongue as he saw the small blue and red head of an Archen rubbing against Charlie's shirt.

“Buddy, you shouldn’t do tha-“ Steve started, Danny was still in too much shock to speak, but he was cut off by a shrill call.

“AAAARCHEOOOOPS!” An Archeops jumped from the trees and made a mad dash toward Charlie. Danny’s hand went to the pokeball at his belt, and he saw Steve, a few feet ahead of him do the same.

The Archeops was fast though, faster than Danny would have given credit to the gangly bird-like ‘mon, and before either of them could act it was standing in front of Charlie. Standing a few inches shorter than Charlie the ‘mon craned its head back to look him in the eye. Danny couldn’t help but picture the raptors from Jurassic park as the Archeops bobbed its green and red head toward his son.

“Here, he was in the bushes, alone.” Charlie, without a hint of fear, held out the tiny Archen to the Archeops. Danny, having halted when the pokémon got within striking distance of his son, crept closer as the Archeops dipped its head into Charlie’s cupped hands; sniffing and nuzzling at the Archen.

As Danny got within arm's length of his son the Acheops suddenly reared back and to the side, eyes fixed on him as it ran around Charlie to stand between him and his son.

“What the hell, you overgrown chicken, that’s my kid.” Danny hissed at the Archeops. The Archeops, in reply, just puffed up and hissed back at Danny. Danny was shocked as the ‘mon ruffled its feathers and spread its wings, obviously trying to block Charlie from his view.

“Melvin, that’s enough of that,” Danny kept his eyes on the agitated Archeops as Silver walked over to them, “If you’d keep better track of Herbert this wouldn’t happen.” He again addressed the pokémon before turning to Danny.

“I’m sorry sir, this is Melvin, one of the first revived pokémon here at the center. The fluff ball in, I’m assuming your son’s hands, is his hatchling. Herbert.” Silver gestured between the Archen in Charlie’s hands and the Arcehops between them.

“So that’s why the big feather duster won’t let me near my kid?” Danny questioned and Silver nodded.

“Melvin is very protective of his chick. He’s also very fond of children overall. He must think you’re…intimidating.” Silver offered with a shrug.

“The poke’ has no idea.” Danny heard Steve say quietly, followed by several snickers from the tour group.

Danny fumed silently, trying to understand how he had come to be fighting an overgrown chicken for his kid. Before he could come up with anything Charlie’s hand appeared on top of Archeops blue-green head.

“That’s my Danno, Melvin. He’s great.” Danny watched as Charlie stroked the ‘mon’s head and neck as he spoke. The…Melvin deflated under the touch, wings folded and head craned into Charlie's touch.

Danny knelt as Charlie circled the ‘mon, still stroking his head with one hand while he cradled the tiny Archen to his chest with the other.

“He’s awfully small, are they always that small when they hatch?” Danny found himself asking. The Archen was so small it could probably fit in a Pokeball without dematerializing.

“Sadly no,” Silver replied with a sigh, “Herbert is unusually small. We’re unsure why. He’s quite adventurous for his size, always running about the Aviary. Despite Melvin’s attempts to keep him in his nest. He tires quickly, usually dropping on the spot where he stands.”

“So he’s not sick?” Charlie questioned, looking down at the tiny bird ‘mon snoozing in his hand.

“No, he’s not sick. He’s probably been exploring all morning. He’s just tired.” Silver respond and Charlie smiled.

Before Danny could say anything else the Archen roused and gave a few short chirps. In response, Melvin gave a rumbled purr and leaned to nuzzle his beak against it. Danny watched in fascination as the two pre-historic mon’ chirped and rumbled at each other for a few moments. After a bit, Herbert stood up in Charlie's palm and hopped onto Melvin’s head. He ambled over Melvin’s head, slid down his neck, and nestled down on his back.

“Arch arp.” Melvin rumbled out, leaning to nuzzle his head and beak against Charlie's chest and shoulder, making the boy giggle.

After that Melvin straightened up, and gave Danny what was unmistakably a glare, before turning and taking off back into the trees.

As they left the Center a short while later, Steve and Charlie talking at high speed together about the Shieldon, Archen, and Archeops, Danny knew that he’d be inquiring about an Archen for Charlie when his son was Trainer age.

For those on mobile the Pokemon are Archen, Archeops, Omanyte, Omastar, Kabuto, Kabutops, Lileep, Cradily, Armaldo, Cranidos, Ramparts, Shieldon, and Bastiodon.

#H50 #Hawaii 5-0 #McDanno #Danny Williams #Steve McGarrett #Charlie Williams #Grace Williams #McDanno fic #My writing #J Writes #Markuse88 Writes #H50 Pokemon Fusion

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lucy-hp · 1 year

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I don't know how to feel about this episode s09e10.

I know Scott had a contract with fewer episodes than the other cast members, but why did tptb always use the episodes without Danny to put Steve through traumatic events.

PL really hated the fans. He didn't want to give any fuel to McDanno.

Adam had the right idea about calling Danny, despite him being on college tour with Grace. She would want Danno to help her uncle Steve.

Steve needs to stop putting everyone above himself. He has the right to ask for help. Sometimes, he's selfish and selfless at the same time.

I''m sad for Steve. He lost his only stable parental figure. Despite his flaws, Joe never made me doubt his love for Steve.

#h50 rewatch #hawaii five 0 #h50 #s09e10 #pio ke kukui pō'ele ka hake #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #danny danno williams #fuck tptb #the writers were cowards #mcdanno is eternal #already dreading re-watching s09e11 as i despise cr

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five-wow · 5 years

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steve: cats are way cooler than dogs! i don't understand how you can be a dog person, danny

also steve: [adopts a dog]

steve: [tries to call danny boo boo, gets rebuffed]

also steve: [calls his dog boo boo]

steve, to danny: daniel!

also steve, to eddie: edward!

lou, to steve about danny: your man

steve, to danny about eddie: my man

#mcdanno #i don't fully know what we're supposed to learn from this #but there's a good number of paralles to be drawn here and it amuses me very much #and uh if we're on this tour anyway can we maybe get steve to press a kiss to danny's forehead the way he's done to eddie a few times?#that would be wonderful thanks #*

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satashiiwrites · 2 years

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Snippet Sunday

Writing a bit on the plane. Here’s a snippet.

From: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 7: You Can’t Believe Everything You Hear and See, Buck POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, Hondo/Deacon, other canon pairings

Warnings/tags: first draft. Buck’s attempts at understanding Hawaiian terms/language.

Wake up dude, Buck thought silently at Noshimuri.

The team was tearing up the island looking for Kono but she’d vanished with only Noshimuri’s blood staining the floor of her living room. Buck had been all over Oahu from the North Shore and Haleiwa to Kaneohe, Diamond Head and Pearl City. Danny had cracked a joke that he was getting a tour of the less desirable side of Hawaii and that was true to a certain extent.

Buck had been introduced to everyone from CIs to low level gangsters as well as the Kapu. Kawika was an intimidating Hawaiian man and he’d taken one look at him and immediately given Steve grief for collecting another haole to which Steve had rolled his eyes and then pointedly gotten back to grilling him about Kono’s whereabouts and how he could help.

Haole. That word that Danny hadn’t wanted to define for him. Chin had taken pity upon him and explained what it meant. A non-native Hawaiian and usually meant in a derogatory sense. Buck had tried to protest that A) he wasn’t Hawaiian so calling him that was unfair/inaccurate and neither was Danny and B) was there any other term for a foreigner other than the equally derogatory mainlander?

He hadn’t meant to but he’d made Chin laugh so it’d been worth it. Chin’s response was that maybe Buck should talk to Danny about reclaiming the term. He’d also explained the name kama’aina which meant someone not of Hawaiian heritage that lived in Hawaii as well as the term kanaka which was a description for a native Hawaiian of Hawaiian heritage.

In Buck’s limited experience, Hawaiian had too many k’s, h’s the occasional w thrown in for variety and so many vowels. He was trying to keep all the new terms straight but it was a bit of a juggling act. He’d also met too many men with K names to keep track of them all at this point other than Kawika and Kamekona.

At least the big Hawaiian had been keeping them well fed. Buck might be addicted to the man’s shrimp plate at this point.

#six sentence sunday #renamed snippet sunday #family familia ‘ohana #wip #first draft #navy seal Evan “Buck” Buckley #buddie #mcdanno

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ilikemcdanno · 2 years

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Hi friend, tis that anon who always feels like I have to share something xD

I have mixed feelings for Joe. A lot of it boils down to how much I love Steve and ship McDanno, so with anything else on the internet, take it with a grain of salt.

I can see how much Joe meant to Steve and I wanted to bad to like him. Love him even. To believe Steve had a positive male influence who could step up and be the father that he wanted. And for some time, to Steve anyway, it really did feel like that. So...I'm glad Steve had that the years he believed it. So when the 'betrayal' came to light...it hurt. It hurt because my baby Steve hurt.

Yeeeeet....because I write fanfic from different POV's and try to put myself into the character's mindsets, I get it. Joe was of an older, more traditional and old school generation. He was also military. So the bonds are strong. There's also a lot of inherited secrecy. What happens while training/serving/touring should stay in those places with those there involved.

Joe had a huge impact in Steve's life. Better or worse, he contributed to the Steve we got and came to love.

That said...what he believed to be right doesn't make it right. But I can see how this gets muddled with the relationship dynamics. Steve totally accepted Joe as the father figure he wanted John to be. Joe could probably see that and accepted as much as he could, but his own knowledge about everything probably kept keeping Steve at arm's length as some sort of sense that...both Steve's parents were still alive(precanon anyway) and Steve still had the real things and he couldn't delude himself into thinking the slots were opened when they really weren't. Even if Steve wouldn't learn about Doris(in Joe's mind) he would find the right time to go back home and mend things with John. Which didn't happen. And so Joe had a chance to really step in and be the full father figure he should have been. Steve himself also mixing up rank/mentor for father and knowing he didn't want to be creepy about it but probably wanted all the fathering Joe was willing to offer. More so after his father died. So that's why to me, I feel that Joe's betrayal and later on death were so hard on Steve. The mixture and deeper connection in dynamics they felt, even if they didn't really address for the sake of respect to John that they both felt like they owed really muddled things up.

The next part is me more blaming the writers, but I do feel like they used Joe and his older ways, older traditional of a different generation ways to push Steve back into an old mold he outgrew long ago and no longer fit. The one who thought he would eventually want to settle down and get married to a woman and continue on his family. Despite him seeing that the reason Steve became strong and did not fall apart after EVERYTHING was because of Danny.

So...as a fan, as a writer, as a person with their own father issues...I have complicated and mixed feelings about Joe. Thank you for listening.

Hi friend!

You are right! I do believe his character type of being a traditional father figure might just be… the base of everything? Especially with what you said at the end about the writers. Also trying to put Steve, a triangle, in a round hole. (Does that even make sense? XD)

A lot of who Joe is does get muddled with other things. The whole military thing, and Steve having lost his father at the start of the show. (And never having his father around in the first place.) While Joe is right there…

Also in a way, since John was never there, possibly myself - and especially Steve - accepted Joe as more of a father type. (Now what I do say on this post, is premised by the fact I do like Joe.) I’m not like a die hard fan of him, but I don’t believe him dying in the way he did was deserved. Or at least, I was in an overall sad state about it. But hey, at least he lived his life.

And while the ‘arms length’ is a perfect way to put it. Like I said, Joe cares for him nonetheless. Or at least that’s what I believe - and I’m sure Steve does too. But of course, as you mentioned, he could only become so close to Steve.

Now I do believe that Steve was somewhat lost, and as you kinda went over, he looked for any attention/father figure he could find. That’s not to say Joe wasn’t willing to be that for him, but he can only be that to a certain extent. However, Steve relied on Danny the most. And the team in general as well. I do 100% believe that. Him meeting the whole crew, but especially danny, changed his life.

Also, anon, I do really appreciate your thoughts and I’m happy to listen. Even if I don’t have much to say in response, I do like reading your asks. So don’t be afraid to send ‘em! ❤️

#asks #anonymous #also sorry if I’m not making sense #I’m tired 💀

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pterawaters · 4 years

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@wellthisisjustridiculous asked: Ooh, how about 14 + 37 for McDanno?

Bodyguard AU + Coming out fic

Oh, that’s interesting. Hmm....

Danny is a famous musician and his image is very much built up around being a “ladies’ man.” The reputation helped sell records, but it played a big hand in destroying his marriage. Now that he’s single again, crazed fans pop out of the woodwork everywhere he goes. At his manager’s insistence, Danny hires a bodyguard, an ex-Navy SEAL named Steve McGarrett.

Danny thinks Steve is going to be dull and humorless, but he’s got this dry sense of humor that Danny really enjoys. And maybe he also enjoys the way Steve looks in the suits he always wears. One thing leads to another while they’re on tour and Steve starts spending more time inside Danny’s room than guarding it from the outside.

That’s when the paparazzi manage to get a pic of the two of them leaning close together and maybe holding hands. It’s suggestive, but it’s not hard proof of a relationship. Still, it’s apparent that the media frenzy isn’t going to die down until Danny addresses it. In an interview with one of the entertainment networks, Danny comes out as bi and confirms that he and Steve are in a relationship.

Danny’s record sales get a bit of a bump afterward and people start asking Steve for his autograph too!

Send me a ship + two tropes

#mcdanno #h50 #trope mashup #wellthisisjustridiculous #ask game

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flowerfan2 · 4 years

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Affinity - Ch. 22 (10.22) - Complete

Well folks, here it is - the coda for Ep. 10.22, and the final chapter in Affinity. Read from the beginning here.

McDanno, 40k total. A03.

Chapter 22 (10.22)

Steve clears his throat and withdraws his hand from Catherine’s.

“I appreciate this, I do,” he says softly. “But I’m with Danny.”

His phone pings with another text. He glances quickly at it, then shows it to Catherine. It’s a photo of Danny stretched out on Steve’s bed, one arm folded up behind his head. Despite the fact that Danny is clothed, wearing his t-shirt and shorts, it’s incredibly sexy, and it fills Steve with a wave of longing.

Catherine just stares for a moment. “If you’re with Danny, why are you leaving?”

“It’s not forever.”

*****

Steve texts Danny often, keeping in touch as he promised. But it’s a few days before he sends this one.

Catherine was on the plane.

Danny’s response comes quickly, and in retrospect, he should have known what he’d say.

I know, dumbass.

Steve snorts a little smile, and then types back. Care to fill me in? He realizes his mistake just after he hits send – he didn’t exactly fill Danny in right away – but Danny doesn’t press him on it.

Lincoln put her in touch with me, to get your flight info. She wanted to surprise you.

Well, she definitely did.

Steve thinks back to that last morning with Danny, sitting on the beach behind his house. Danny knew Steve was about to fly off into the sunset with Catherine, and didn’t say a word.

Danny, I’m sorry.

Why? Are you with her right now?

No. Catherine had pushed pretty hard, before they landed in L.A., for them to spend at least a few days together. She showed him photos of a house in Tahoe she could borrow from a friend, suggested a drive along the California coast. But after six hours on the plane, they had done enough catching up as far as Steve was concerned. He wasn’t on this trip to hang out with old friends, or old flames.

He breathes a sigh of relief when Danny replies.

I’m good if you’re good. Text me when you get to Joe’s.

*****

Steve does text Danny when he gets to Joe’s ranch in Montana. Joe had left the place to him, and he figured he’d sell it sooner or later, but hadn’t quite gotten around to it yet. He’d had a pretty busy year, he could be forgiven for not having time to consider real estate transactions.

Joe’s ranch had seemed to Steve to be the perfect place to stay for a while and clear his head, and try to find the peace that he was looking for.

He was wrong, wrong, wrong. Danny, on the other hand, was completely right – Joe’s place held far too many unhappy memories to be a place of refuge for him, even if it had been for Joe. Danny had the good grace not to say “I told you so,” however, probably because Steve was on the edge of a panic attack by the time Danny gave up trying to interpret Steve’s increasingly vague texts and called him.

“Babe, where are you, right now?”

“Joe’s ranch,” Steve says.

“I got that, but where, exactly? Describe it.”

“Uh…” Steve draws in a tight breath and looks around. “Kitchen.”

“Can you go outside?”

“Sure…”

“Go outside, and walk away from the house. Find a tree.”

“A tree?”

“Yeah, just walk away from the house. Are you walking?”

“Yeah, I’m walking.”

“Tell me what you see.”

Their conversation continues on like this, Steve wandering around the property, Danny directing him to places where he didn’t see anyone die. Danny prompts Steve to describe his surroundings - the mountains he can see, the breeze he can feel, the scent of pine trees he can smell. There’s no blood, no fighting, no gunshots, not anymore.

After a while Steve sags down to the ground and sighs out a long breath. He closes his eyes and thinks back to how he felt here at the ranch after Joe died, how his anger consumed him. He remembers, then, seeing Danny appear at the ranch unannounced, striding up to meet him, his strong arms coming around Steve and holding him tight. He’s got at least one good memory in this place.

“Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

*****

Steve’s next destination was going to be a remote cabin on a lake in British Columbia, accessible only by seaplane. But his reservation isn’t for two more weeks, and he no longer wants to stay at Joe’s until then. Besides, he’s not sure that he’s up for something quite that remote.

He contacts the rental car company to tell them of his change in plans and starts driving. He’s got a GPS, but he calls Danny so many times to ask him to check on cheap hotels, and restaurants, and sights to see, that Danny teases him about starting a side job as a travel agent.

Steve spends some time driving near Yellowstone, the scenery taking his breath away. Hawaii has mountains, but it doesn’t have glaciers or grizzly bears. Not that he sees any bears, but he could. It’s probably for the best.

He makes a point of not just stopping and taking in his surroundings, but of trying to still his mind. Steve’s never really gotten into meditation before, but he thinks that here in the empty wilderness, with this vast beauty all around him, he’s getting close. He feels like he’s just going through the motions at first, making himself comfortable sitting on a rock, breathing deeply, closing his eyes and trying to experience what he’s feeling without resisting or trying to change it. He opens his eyes and lets himself become aware of the flowers swaying in the breeze, the feel of the sun on his skin, the noise of the insects and the wind in the trees. He tries to hone in on a particular detail - the temperature of the air, cool even when the sun is out. When his thoughts stray (to pain, to loss, to home, to Danny) he pulls them back to the sounds and sensations around him, or at least he tries.

Steve camps out several nights in a row, forgetting that even with the spare battery his phone will eventually die. He hikes to an alpine lake and messes around trying to catch a fish, surprising himself when he succeeds. The urge to call Danny and brag about it nearly overwhelms him, but he can’t even take a picture.

The next day he hikes back to his car, drives to the nearest motel, and charges his phone while he showers. He’s four hours ahead of Hawaii, and he waits until almost eleven to call Danny, hoping to catch him at home, maybe even done with dinner, settling down with a beer down by the beach. Steve can imagine Danny so perfectly, sitting in his chair in his cut-off jean shorts and worn out t-shirt, the setting sun turning his skin golden, a half-drunk Longboard hanging from his fingertips. For a minute the longing to be there next to Danny hits Steve so hard it’s like a punch to the gut, but Steve takes a few deep breaths and reminds himself that he’s away for a reason, even if he can’t quite remember what it is at the moment. Gathering his thoughts, Steve presses the button to call Danny. He nearly cheers with glee when Danny picks up and Steve discovers that he’s timed it perfectly, and they shoot the shit until Steve falls asleep to the sound of Danny’s voice in his ear.

*****

It occurs to Steve, in between stops at greasy roadside diners, nights alone on scratchy sheets, and more hiking than he’s done in years, that he’s supposed to be doing something besides touring national parks. Or at least, that touring national parks is supposed to be a means to an end.

Steve doesn’t like to question his plan (and he sure isn’t going to question why he doesn’t want to question his plan). He figures he just needs to keep moving. He doesn’t know what else to do. Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

*****

Steve turns in his rental car in Denver, and springs for a decent hotel with excellent internet. He surfs the web for far too long, reading up on what’s been happening in the world. Nothing good. He finds himself checking sites on news closer to home, too. He reads about a new Hawaiian style farm–to-table restaurant opening in downtown Honolulu that Danny would love and finds himself clicking on the reservation button before he realizes that he probably can’t make it for this Friday at seven. Someone else is going to enjoy that table for two, but it won’t be him.

He considers making the reservation anyway, sending the information to Danny and suggesting that he go check out the place, on Steve. But he can’t decide how exactly to word it, or what he even would mean by it – he obviously doesn’t want to Danny to bring a date, and although he’s not proud of the thought, he doesn’t really want to risk Danny asking someone as a friend but it turning into something romantic. Steve could ask Tani to take him, or Junior, but that’s kind of weird, too. Is Steve ridiculous enough to want Danny to go by himself and sit alone with his drink, like a damsel waiting for her sailor to return from the sea? Steve closes the website and moves on to looking at the hours for Denver’s natural history museum. Presumably he can’t get himself into any trouble there.

After a few days in Denver, more to amuse Danny than anything else, Steve books a flight to Newark. Danny emails him an annotated list of restaurants and can’t miss tourist attractions, including a link to a Sopranos sites tour that makes Steve laugh. At the bottom of the list is an address and phone number for Eddie and Clara Williams.

Steve surprises himself with how much he wants to see Danny’s parents. It wakes him up in the middle of the night, the pull he feels. He imagines sitting down in their kitchen, eating Clara’s lasagna, shooting the shit with Eddie over a beer. He’s half asleep, picturing the scene, how he’d tease Danny about eating too much garlic bread, how they’d argue about the last piece of tiramisu, when he realizes with a wave of physical pain that even if he goes to the Williams’ place in Jersey, Danny won’t be there.

Steve texts Danny from the airport in Denver, but it’s barely four a.m. in Hawaii. He doesn’t expect a response right away. But just before his plane takes off, he gets one, and he smiles as he closes his eyes and leans against the window.

*****

Danny’s in the break room at headquarters, fighting with the new coffee machine Lou swears will change his life, trying not to feel sorry for himself. Steve has been away for almost two months, and Danny has missed the crap out of him. He knows Steve misses him too – it’s obvious in his constant texting, how he carefully times phone calls for when he knows Danny will be home, how he consults Danny on ideas for each step of his trip.

The team has rallied around Danny, bringing over food and staying to hang out so often that Danny has to remind himself to make extra beer runs on his way home from work. Junior’s spending about half his time at Steve’s house and half at Tani’s – Danny is sure he’d be at Tani’s full time, if not for some unnecessary but no less appreciated belief that Danny needs the company.

They’ve been rotating partners at work, no one wanting to presume to take Steve’s place as Danny’s partner. Danny’s most comfortable with Tani, and sometimes Adam, although for vastly different reasons (Tani prods at him until he talks about what’s bothering him; Adam doesn’t). Lou tends to stay back at base, and Junior and Quinn go where they’re needed. Danny finds himself missing Chin and Kono, wondering to himself how the hell he turned out to be the last man standing from their original squad. It doesn’t help the strangeness to know that Danny is now in charge; although Danny insisted in his obligatory meeting with the governor that it was only temporary, he’s not sure anyone believes him.

When Danny inevitably wakes up in the dark in Steve’s bed, heart beating fast with the echo of a nightmare, it always takes him a minute to remember why Steve’s not there. Sometimes he thinks Steve is in Mexico looking for Doris. Back then Danny had spent every day trying not to imagine Steve dying, trying to understand why Steve felt that his life was worth so little that he would put it at risk over and over for a woman that didn’t want his help.

Steve’s absence is different now, and Danny respects that. This time Steve’s not in any unusual danger, and he’s on this mission for his own benefit, not anyone else’s. It still sucks sleeping alone, but Danny can handle it. Especially with Steve sending him daily pictures of every squirrel in the northwestern United States.

“Danny – there you are.” Tani bursts into the break room, startling Danny out of his thoughts. “You’ve got a call.”

Danny’s hand goes to his pocket, and he realizes Tani is holding his phone, which he had left charging in his office. “What’s up?” he asks, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he takes in the expression on her face.

“They called me too.” Lou joins them, his voice low as he puts a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “It’s Steve. He’s been in an accident.”

A blank calm washes over him and then Danny’s sprinting down the hall, his mind quickly providing the quickest route to the airport to avoid afternoon traffic. “Tani, get me on the next flight to Jersey. Then call my dad, have him go straight to the hospital. Lou, you’re in charge, bring in Lincoln if you need to-”

“Danny, wait,” Tani grabs his arm. “You’re not flying anywhere.”

Danny jerks away from Tani. “What, are you crazy?” Danny has to be with Steve, he’s hurt, oh god oh god he’s hurt, please don’t let him be --

“No, listen,” Lou says. “Steve’s not in Newark.”

“He didn’t get on the flight?” Then he’s still in Denver, Denver is a few hours closer, that’s okay, that’s good.

“Danny, he’s here, on Oahu. He’s at Queen’s Medical. He’s here.”

*****

Steve sits on the hospital bed, gingerly touching the bandage covering the cut on his forehead. He glances at his watch, frowning to see that another half hour has gone by while he waits to be discharged. This is not how he planned his return to Hawaii, but at least Danny doesn’t know yet. If he gets out of here soon, Steve still has time to get home and shower before Danny finds out.

“Where’s Steve, McGarrett, they said he was back here – I’m his partner-”

Or maybe not.

“Steve.” Danny skids to a stop in the doorway. His eyes look wild, and his hair is mussed. He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving. Danny is the best thing Steve has seen in months.

He jumps up, quick to reassure him. “Danny, it’s okay, I’m fine-”

“Steve.” Danny takes a few steps closer, his eyes flickering up and down Steve’s body. He reaches out, his hands trembling.

Steve steps towards him. “Really, I’m okay. Cab driver got rear-ended, no big deal, just bumps and bruises. I didn’t want them to call you. I wanted to surprise you.”

Danny blinks. “Surprise me?”

“Yeah, I figured I’d get some beers, hang out down on the beach until you got home.”

Danny just stares at him for a long moment, then rocks back, the tension draining out of his body as a smile teases at his lips. “You kind of blew it.”

Steve shrugs mock apologetically. “Honolulu drivers. What can you do.” Steve steps forward, closing the space between them. Then Danny’s shaking hands take hold of Steve’s waist, and Steve’s palms are on Danny’s face. “I missed you,” Steve breathes out. “Every goddamn day. So much.”

Danny presses a soft kiss to Steve’s lips, then another, and pulls back until Steve can see his eyes. “I missed you too.” Danny bites his lip, and Steve can feel him steel himself as he looks up at Steve. “How long are you here for?”

“No, that’s not – I’m not just here for a visit. I’m done.”

“Done?”

Steve hands fall to Danny’s shoulders, run up and down his arms, muscles still tense under his dress shirt. “Done traveling. I’m back.”

“But…” Danny looks up at him, hope in his eyes. “You said you needed to get space. To find peace.”

Steve snorts a little, grin tugging at his cheeks. “Apparently I’m a cliché.”

Danny cocks his head, a matching grin spreading slowly across his face. “Oh? In what way, exactly, are you a cliché?”

Steve grabs Danny and kisses him soundly, hampered only by the fact that they’re each on the edge of slightly hysterical laughter. He wraps his arms around Danny’s shoulders and digs his face into his neck. “I didn’t need to go anywhere. Whatever I’ve got to do, whatever I’ve got to think through, it’s not gonna work if I’m away. What I need is right here.” He squeezes Danny harder. “Right here.”

“You came back for the pineapples?” Danny teases.

“Yeah, for the pineapples,” Steve says, kissing Danny again full on the lips, then pulling back to look him in the eyes. “And, you know, you. The love of my life.”

Danny beams up at him, his cheeks pink with happiness. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve knows what he wants now. More importantly, he’s going to let himself have it. “Come on, Danny. It’s time to go home.”

#mcdanno #H50 #Hawaii Five-O #10.22 #Affinity

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ravencipherofcabinone · 5 years

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Whumptober Altno.6: Lost| McDanno

Steve stares blankly in front of him until his vision is so unfocused and he blinks, realizing part of the blur were the tears that just wouldn't stop. He blinked a few times and the words in front of him become clear and read the hospital's name and ' Chapel '. He's been here a few times. Not actually inside, but here in this spot. Staring at that door, unable to go in, before his mind reminds him that Danny's nurses are finishing doing whatever their job of that day was, and he heads back. But then it's time again and they need him to leave the room and he finds himself in the same place. He could go to the cafeteria but he's rarely hungry and doesn't want to force idle chit-chat with people who for whatever reason want to talk to him. And there's only so much coffee he can drink.

He steels himself and takes a deep breath before he lifts his hand to the door. It rests on the handle. The doors are old and heavy. For a moment he thinks it's locked…or childishly his mind tells him that he wasn't allowed in there. He shakes his head and tells that voice that that was childish.

And maybe he was being childish as he thought there would be some sort of force field that would literally keep him from entering. Steve wasn't sure to feel relief or something akin to annoyance that there wasn't.

He stood there…only the lights of the lit candles offering him a sense of what was where. There wasn't a clock in there, and even if there was, he hasn't left the hospital in so long that day and night don't have meaning as the days blur together.

After what seemed like an eternity, but really only seven minutes, he sat in the last pew.

The room was chilly. Being the only one in there made things rather creepy, but he didn't dwell too much on those feelings as he locked eyes with the cross up at the front.

He wasn't a vampire, but he still feared that if he got too close he'd burst into flames.

A lot of soldiers were men of God. That held many definitions. Some used it to fuel them and give them the strength to do the work they did. They wanted, or needed, something bigger to believe in. They needed to believe that there was a higher being approving of their actions and make them feel like they were in the right.

Steve didn't believe.

He didn't not believe either.

He wanted to. He wanted to believe so very badly. But he couldn't.

From the stories he heard about what and who God was supposed to be, he found it hard to believe in all those tales when his life turned out the way it did. Steve understood what good was from his father, a cop. His father was a good man but some of the actions he made had confused Steve on the definition of goodness as he got older. If good won out and God was looking out for those who were good, why did he lose his mom? Maybe he hadn't been good enough, but Doris had been Mary's mom too and he knew his sister was good, even if he wasn't.

When he was sent away, he felt abandoned. He didn't have faith then either. If his own father didn't want him, why would God?

When he was deployed and he saw all that was out there, he stopped trying to believe in God. How could he when he saw all of that devastation and chaos? But he had to believe in something or he'd be lost like some he's seen go over the edge and into the abyss.

So he believes in the skills he's mastered. He believes in his team.

But God?

He's had moments when he's prayed. Some days he feels like miracles have happened. So he's conflicted.

And now he's lost.

He tries to speak but can't seem to find the words. Steve doesn't think it should be so hard. He cleared his throat as he scratched his beard, idly remembering he hasn't shaved since it happened. "I don't normally come to these sorts of places."

He let out a deep breath. "So. Why am I here?" He runs his hand over his face as he stalls. God, he's tired. He refuses to head home and the best they could do is provide Danny with a room with a couch. Which is usually occupied by Grace who only leaves when Rachel's voice hardens and orders Grace to head home. Steve remains though. In a chair, standing, hell, even in a sleeping bag on the floor when the couch is occupied.

"Good question…I don't think I have a satisfying enough answer. I'm a relatively good person. I try to be. Be the hero people make me out to be…part of that I think was because I wasn't religious. No offense but ….people have done a ton of insane shit in your name...

"My dad wasn't religious. I never knew why not. Never got to ask…one of the many things we just never talked about. But being a cop now, I guess, or at the very least, I can assume some of the reasons. The things you see can shake you to the core. They make you question… everything . But my dad had an obligation to…the people? To the truth?" Steve asked more than stated. What had his dad stood for? Steve knew that his dad meant good, but sometimes…maybe he just didn't achieve it. A blasphemous thought for his younger self, but now he's older and he feels that it's a correct statement. He swallows as he continues, "I wasn't told I needed religion to be a good person. I didn't need my father or his co-workers…I didn't need you either…but you were all there…in the back of my mind just…'be good Steven'. But was I?"

He thinks of his tours. Of the hell he's been through, the hell he's caused. He was a soldier. But was that enough to make him a good person?

"It's like a dance almost. I don't think about you for a while. I was taught to survive without you…then I'm placed in a position where I need you. Because I've reached my limit. I'm in such a desperate, isolated, painful….angry, depressing position that all I could do was…submit and beg ." He hissed the word as his vision blurred, memories flashing before his eyes of those moments. " Pray for help…"

He sniffs and wipes his nose, then scoffs a bit."It wasn't a favorable position. You know…with someone with my pride." he pauses for a moment.

He collects his thoughts before speaking again. "I survived…not unchanged, but I did. I can't decide yet if you or anyone else up there helped at all. Or if I just held on long enough to find a way out…maybe a little of both?"

"Look…I don't…I know I'm not a devoted servant. I probably have no right at all to even be here…to ask you for…. anything . But I am…cos that's what people do, right? When they don't know what to do…they come to you! They…they ask for help….and I know …I probably don't deserve it..it's hella selfish but…" he looked around helplessly. " Here I am! Here I am, a sinner who has probably sinned more than most, asking you…if you really are out there…if you have any mercy…help him ." A shuddering breath escaped him as well as a tear. "God, please help Danny…"

#whumptober2019 #altno.6 #altno.6 Lost #Steve McGarrett #Hawaii 5-0 #McDanno #fanfic

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merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale · 5 years

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My dearest @cowandcalf

This is from an account I don’t use much anymore cos of email/password issues. But basically kid Stiles finds himself adopted by Steve but this is around seasonish two of H50 so there’s drama. Stiles McGarrett Series

This is from an account I do use more often. Here’s something cos I started shipping Stiles with Nahele ‘It’s kinda what it looked like’ Here Stiles is visiting after graduation, he’s Danny’s nephew but there’s a case that needs all of 5-0. Not wanting Stiles to be alone, Steve suggests Nahele play tour guide...and let’s just say...things get awkward when Steve hears noises coming from the bedroom and naive he can be at times...well...the title says enough I think xD

From that same account, we have Hunaahi and Hana Stiles’ life is thrown upside down when tragedy strikes and Steve’s his next of kin. Stiles has to move to Hawaii and adjust. Everything is as good as it can be but eventually, he’ll fun into werewolves and other supernatural stuff. Derek will show up and the main focus I want is that...McDanno Parents that reeeeeally don’t like Derek xD

Merlin_Wolfgang_Trades_Hale is the more active one. Here we have Sterek & McDanno 4 Eva! This one is kinda like the one above but less tragedy more comedy. Strong ‘Protective-Papa-Steve’ vibes with supportive boyfriend Danno. Stiles and Derek are lil shits.

That time Derek Visited is one where Derek visits cos Stiles is away on a job and he gets lonely, and work brings him to Hawaii. Derek and Stiles having been Danny’s friends for a while. Steve walks in with Danny into Danny’s home and Derek’s there, almost naked(cos ya know...hawaii and werewolves...it’s like uber hot, clothes are a no-no when possible) and Steve gets really jealous and Derek plays match maker.

#cowandcalf #Sterek #McDanno #Opts #my fanfic stuff #fanfics #teen wolf #hawaii 5-0 #crossovers

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stbridgetff · 5 years

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OTP Questions: Rick/T.C.

So, I want to write Rick/T.C., but I don’t have a very good handle on them, especially T.C. So, I pulled some questions from Pinterest to help get me going. Feel free to reblog/copy, or to ask me them for McDanno, McDalton, Rick/Magnum, or Magnum/Katsumoto. Questions first, then answers.

1. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

2. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving.

3. Who gets the window seat?

4. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)

5. Who wakes up first?

6. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

7. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoors (or to sleep)?

8. Who has bigger cravings?

9. Who reminds the other one to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

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Answers:

1. They both do, but Rick’s more likely to do the ordering. He’s the more outgoing one, and he’s the one who likes to take care of everybody. T.C. really doesn’t like interacting with people, and he likes being taken care of, so he lets Rick.

2. T.C. usually drives. He’s the type to keep both hands on the wheel, because he knows how important being able to react in an instant is. He loves touch, though, and Rick knows it, so he’s frequently reach over and put his hand on T.C.’s knee.

3. They actually fight for the aisle seat. After their experiences in the military, neither wants to be trapped with no way out. If they can, they’ll get seats across the aisle from each other so they can still talk. If one of them has to sit by the window, it’s usually T.C. because he usually lets Rick get what he wants. Besides, T.C secretly loves to look out the window at the ground below; that’s why he’s a chopper pilot and why he gives helicopter tours--he loves seeing the gorgeous scenery from the air and sharing his love with others.

5. Usually, T.C. Rick likes to sleep in when he can--with the club, he’s more of a night owl. T,C. kept the early rising habit from the military, and he likes the early morning to get his bird ready for the day. However, Rick will usually wake up when T.C. because he’s a light sleeper. T.C. will give him a few kisses before going on with his day. With any luck, though, he can go back to sleep.

6. Usually, T.C. he can take or leave movies, but Rick loves them. They’ll watch action flicks, but not military. Sometimes, though, they’ll go for super happy and fluffy and watch a Disney Pixar or animated. They both love them. Rick’s not afraid to admit it, but it’s a guilty pleasure for T.C.

7. Rick eschews socks at all costs--they’re not fashionable. T.C.’s been known to actually wear them outside the house, much to Rick’s horror. Both their feet get cold, but Rick would rather freeze than wear socks; T.C. puts them on and complains about Rick’s feet in bed. Rick will, however, occasionally put them on to slide down the hall, much to T.C.’s amusement.

8. Rick. And he’s very vocal about them. He’ll bug T.C. until T.C. indulges them. T.C’s more quiet. He’s likely to just go indulge them himself, or turn the car towards where he wants to go over Rick’s protests. Rick really doesn’t mind, though.

9. Rick because “you may be black, but you can still get skin cancer”. Rick knows he’ll burn to a crisp in five seconds flat, so he’s very meticulous. He gets upset at Magnum, too. Secretly, he’s jealous of their dark skin because he turns into a lobster.

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satashiiwrites · 2 years

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snippet sunday

Snippet more than six sentences.

From: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Ch 6; Eddie POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairing: Buddie, McDanno, implied platonic Hondo/Deacon

Warnings: First draft.

Knowing he was being dismissed so she wouldn’t be tripping over him, Eddie followed Deacon as he gave him a brief tour of their home. It was nice and comfortable—a true family home that appeared lived in with discarded shoes by the door and a pile of book bags dumped on the mud room bench. Somehow it was reassuring to see how normal Deacon’s house was.

Retreating to the backyard so they could watch the kids play, Eddie took the beer Deacon offered him. “Do you always do that?” Eddie asked.

“Do what?” Deacon twisted the cap off his own beer.

“Separate work and home.”

Deacon was silent for a minute and the only noise was of the kids noisily chasing each other in the backyard. Hopefully Christopher wouldn’t be too tired to talk to Buck.

“I think sometimes it’s an illusion—one that helps but… everything is still here with me.” Deacon was watching the kids but not really, looking past them to something only he could see. “The job has good days and bad. Most days I get to stop the bad guys and the good guys win.”

“Other days?” Eddie prompted, sensing there was more.

“Other days I’m not sure we’re winning.”

“Ah.”

“But Annie wants me to be here when I’m here—to be me. That’s why she calls me David.” Deacon took a drink, gaze still far away and a bitter smile on his face. “I’m just not sure I am.”

“What? Here?”

Deacon turned his head to look at Eddie. “There’s a lot of days when I feel like I’m really more Deacon than David. That David she married is… I don’t know. He’s the parts of me that I’ve left for her and for them and I’ve closed away the parts of me that are the job. Feels like I’m only half here at times.”

“So how do you put it away? How do you be with your family?” Eddie was curious how he did it. So much of his life was intertwined helplessly in a tangled knot. It was why losing Buck as a confidant had been so upsetting. It was why he had to work to get it back.

“I made a promise to her the day I married her… and I try. It’s hard work but… kids?” he gestured with the beer to where Lila and Matt were sitting in the grass with Christopher. They were playing with something quietly—possibly just weaving grass chains like Buck had taught Christopher that one time. .”I do it for them. At work I’m Hondo’s Deacon but here I’m her David.”

#six sentence sunday #renamed snippet sunday #Family familia ‘ohana #buddie #mcdanno #hondo/deacon #wip #first draft

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ilikemcdanno · 2 years

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I don't know anyone who serves, but from some of the stuff covered in SEAL Team, from what I can assume(but don't know if it's right, so take this with a grain of salt) he would be paid a lot more if he was active. But because of his service and if he's in the reserves, he could/should be getting something that could be based off of his career(what he's done, his rank, how many tours...but again this is all just assumption and not facts at all)

(When Steve let Danny stay and they had that funny 'I can't sleep with the tv on/well I can't sleep with the tv off' thing, I chalk it off as Steve being thrown off by how much he likes Danny. But because it's still early on, Don't Ask Don't Tell being either still active or too recently terminated, he was still too freaked out and it's where his 'unhostlyness' came from but he later mentally kicks himself because it looks like Danny isn't insisting of moving Grace in and forcing them to share a bed! And Danny loves Grace and loves and is still falling likes Steve and wants Steve to like Grace so if Steve can't sleep with Danny trying to fall asleep with the TV on, he can't bring a lively child into this quiet house! Even if it's what Steve wanted.

Misunderstanding that was somewhat later attempted to fix by Steve not really fighting Danny on the reasons Danny claims he has to stay over. And it's canon's fault. If it were fanon, by season six, the house would have had some construction done, which meant Steve living in Danny's house until all of the additions needed were made. Because Steve needs the house to be bigger. For them, the kids, their pets, when Mary and Joan visit, for Nahele, for when the team needs to stay over, or any other person needing the McDanno protection, parental guide, or vacation....I really went off on a tangent xD I'm sorry!)

Oh SEAL team! I tried watching it once but didn’t go far. But what you said makes sense. So whether or not it’s true, it does have some merit to it.

And yes! I also believe the bickering comes form a place of love overall. It doesn’t matter how you view their relationship. Either way you know they love each other. And I’m sure Steve was taken aback at how he feels about Danny, like you said. <3 I really wanna think about the possibility of that more.

And ofc, last but not least, season 10. Where danno wants to keep an eye on his SEAL and Steve doesn’t fight it. They’re more married than ever.

Well thank you, anon!! I appreciate everything you send.

#asks #anonymous

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6 + 15 + McDanno

6. Bookshop AU + 15. Criminal AU

Okay, so this is how it would go. Danny Williams always wanted to be a detective, but a bad ACL tear that he got playing college baseball made it so he could never pass the physical requirements for the police academy. He was understandably upset, but eventually he turned his passion for mystery novels into a different career - owning a bookshop that specialized in them. The first incarnation of the bookshop was in Newark, and did really well -- Danny was good at convincing authors to make a stop over in his shop when they were on book tours that went through NYC. But, when his ex-wife moved with their daughter to Hawaii, Danny had to sell the shop. His new shop on Oahu is much smaller and more intimate than the one he'd had in Jersey. A lot fewer authors make tour stops on Oahu than go through New York, but Danny's still good at convincing the few who do make the journey to stop in his shop for readings and signings.

Steve was a Navy SEAL who got recruited to the Hawaii Governor's task force after his father's death and his subsequent transfer into the Naval reserves. He leads the team for a good few months, but ultimately becomes a suspect in the shooting, and near-death of Governor Jameson. After getting seriously injured in prison, Steve escapes custody and disappears. Danny has forgotten all about that case, and the speculation swirling around where Steve McGarrett might have disappeared to, when he starts noticing a new regular in his shop.

This man has a thick beard (despite the hot Oahu weather), always wears a baseball cap and sunglasses, and always pays in cash. He buys all sorts of different books, but there's always one featuring a cop-turned-fugitive in the mix. Danny thinks it's his long-dormant wish to be a detective playing tricks on him, but ultimately he has to admit -- this regular is Steve McGarrett, and he's searching pulp mystery novels for tips on how to keep evading the police.

What a putz!

Except, Danny has to kind of admire the audacity of it all. And he's got to be at least somewhat intelligent, to have made it undetected this long. So, maybe, the next time Steve comes into the shop, Danny slips a note into his books. And maybe, two days later, he wakes up to a gun pressed against his temple and a pissed-off Navy SEAL standing over his bed, demanding to know how Danny figured out who he was. Danny convinces Steve to set the gun down, and then methodically lays out the evidence, piece by piece. Steve is impressed. No one else on Oahu has noticed him, not even the cops that patrol his neighborhood, or the old lady he rents a room from.

But Steve has a problem. He's running out of cash, and he's no closer to proving his innocence than he was six months ago. If he can find something, some rock solid evidence that clears his name, he knows getting it to Chin Ho Kelly will mean it's put to good use. But getting to the evidence means getting details about the case.

That's when Danny has an idea.

For as long as he's owned bookstores, Danny has also been writing. None of his mysteries have been picked up by publishers, but he sells a few here and there at his store (under a pen name, of course). If he was to start writing a story, fictionalized of course, about the mysterious Navy SEAL who killed the governor and got away, and if he schmoozes the right people, and greases the right palms, he might be able to get access to the case details, for "research purposes."

Danny goes so far as to get an audience with the governor herself (so he can properly describe her character's motivations, of course), and he notices the clock with the pinhole camera. He can't do anything about it while he's there, but he tells Steve about it, and during the dead of night, Steve ninjas his way into the mansion and gets the data stick out of the clock.

A few days later, Steve's name is cleared, the Governor is being brought up on corruption charges, and the Lieutenant Governor is reinstating Steve's team. Steve insists that he wants to bring in a new member of the team. The best detective he's ever worked with. Danny.

Send me a ship and two tropes and I’ll tell you how I’d mash them together!

#trope mashup #mcdanno #h50

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