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nativexhaole replied to your post : I got a strange amount of followers in my absence,...

That reminds me though, I wanted to make us a thing. So… remind me tomorrow. I should text you this but I’m lazy.

/heart eyes forever at u tbh

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I got a strange amount of followers in my absence, which is very sweet! I plan on being more active here soon, and I haven’t completely forgotten Danno! 

I’m in the middle of moving, so it’s been very time-consuming packing everything up for the move. Once it’s done, I plan on being more active again.

Thank you for your patience, and I appreciate all of you!

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/trips 

/falls

/can’t get up

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notyourlittlelady

“You know, something tells me you’re not here to do your standard intel drop.”

He runs a hand down the Corvette’s hood, the other waving in the air, but he’s smiling, because it’s good to see her.  

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“Untie me and I swear to god you won’t think of me as little anymore,” Danny says under his breath as hands pick up his chair, both actually livid and playing it up. He’s gonna give Steve a good lashing for that, even though he knows he’s done it to keep the illusion up. 

He’s plucked down roughly a few feet away, so the center of their view is Wo Fat’s father, but they can still see one another. Danny tries catching Steve’s gaze, because reassurance is a powerful thing, but Steve’s only got eyes for the man before him. Which, all things considered, Danny doesn’t blame him in the slightest. 

Wo Fat’s father. The man who, by all intents and purposes, should be dead. His implied involvement with Doris is a nail Danny’s brain keeps snagging on, and Danny, not for the first time, really hates the woman. But, there’s nothing for it now. 

They just need to make sure to stall for long enough for Chin and Kono to find them. And whatever happens, don’t let his father know that - 

Well, fine, Steve. 

“If he’s not there already, he should be,” Danny tries to cover up, because hello, leverage, Steven. He dares not look at Steve now, doesn’t want to tip them off, and Danny realizes a frightening thing - 

Steve probably doesn’t care if Wo Fat’s father knows. 

Danny understands the pride and relief, he really does. But Steve’s coming from a different place, Danny thinks: a place where he’s gonna find out anyway, and spilling the beans means less time they’re here. Which, on paper, sounds awesome, except that he could kill them right now for killing his son. 

At the very least he could kill Steve. Danny will not stand for that. 

The man’s right-handers are the only ones paying him any attention, and he gets a rough shove, an encouragement to shut up. Danny’s never been one for following orders, and he opens his mouth to say something else, but stops when Wo Fat’s father leans closer into Steve’s space. From the angle he’s at now, Danny can see some of his face. He looks calculative, too calm. 

“Care to repeat that, Commander McGarrett?” 

the draw;

“He doesn’t know anything. Kid’s got a big mouth, but he doesn’t know shit, if you want someone to talk, I’m the one who would know. If there was anything to know.”

He’s already plotting the ways these assholes are going to pay for even breathing around Danny, and its making him reckless. That could also be the anger and irritation licking at his nerves like a fucking fire knowing Danny ignored the obvious warning, but hey. Either way, these bastards are as good as dead once Steve gets loose. 

Make no mistake— he will get loose. 

Danny has Grace this weekend and they have never missed a weekend. Its not going to start now. Its a strange thing to focus on, but he can’t let himself think about how things will go once this man finds out his son is dead. 

He’s got his eyes on Danny, face stoney as the man, Wo Fat’s father, paces a bit before him. He’s relaxed, if his body language isn’t a bluff. He seems almost bored, honestly, like he’s not sure if he wants to hit Steve again or find something more interesting. 

Steve doesn’t realize that his careful observation of his partner until that damn voice that is starting to sound too familiar is floating out again, words almost sing-song as he instructs the men waiting in the wings.

“Move the small one. I want him where this one can see. We’ll see just what it is they do not know. Now, move.”

He’s tensing now, spinning on his heel to stare down at Steve, and oh how that makes his blood boil. This man has the nerve to watch him with such disdain? 

“Where is my son, Commander McGarrett?”

There’s a beat as Steve weighs the potential outcomes, then he shoots back, eyes dark and narrowed with rage. 

“Try hell, where he belongs.”

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Moonlight splits the window into shards, the curtain covering most of it’s glow with a few beams leaking through. Danny stares up and out, measures his breathing into slow and easy beats, and feels the calmness seep into his bones. 

It still happens often enough, being jarred from sleep with no recollection for the why, the only evidence of his displeasure a thin veneer of sweat and the ghost of some kind of panic in his chest. Tonight’s easier, his awakening sudden but his teeth aren’t on edge, and he feels safe. 

He turns, cheek pressed into the pillow, and finds Steve. He’s beautiful, laid out against the sheets, half his body covered and half exposed to the cool bedroom air. The moonlight hits his long lashes and brightens the hair on his head and chest, and Danny marvels at how perfect and his Steve is. 

The room as settling as it is, Danny stays like that for a while, drifting in that calming state of asleep and awake and thinking about not much of anything. It isn’t until Steve makes a mumbling noise in the back of his throat, shifting closer to Danny in his sleep, that Danny feels any need to move. 

Its a little thing, but Danny has to swallow on the sudden press of emotion in his chest, so intense that he rolls and sets his hands on Steve’s skin, feeling his warmth beneath his fingers. He feels blessed in more ways than one, because though he can count on hands and toes (and probably then some) all the ways he’s been fucked over by life in general, there are lots he’s been handed that have turned everything around for the better. Hawai’i in general being one, for both him and Grace; she’s doing so well here, and he is too, and it’s something that becomes more and more obvious every day. 

And then there’s this, that he has the luxury of doing this at all. The swell of emotion hits again with an intimidating force, and he can’t keep from pressing closer, from pressing his lips to the back of Steve’s shoulders, from finding all the skin he can. 

He doesn’t know if he’s woken Steve or not, can’t get enough thought into his head to even care. All he is is the touch and the frightening level of love he has for the man, and he exhales on a sign, breathing in the scent of him, finally feeling like he’s come home. 

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“Annapolis, five years Naval Intelligence, six years with the SEALs. Your superiors say that you are 

                                                         тнeвeѕтeverѕeen                  .”

                   Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett                           Navy SEAL & Task Force Commander                            (& Amanda’s H50 Commentary Tumblr)

                               ☢       ☢        ☢        ☢        ☢

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you can ride in the trunk if you don’t like it

                               I’ll get R E A L JERSEY up in this piece

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Steve McGarrett - summary

Steve *prepares to run towards the shooter*

Danny:Okay, Steve, stop. Okay? SWAT is on their way, right now. Can we, please, please give them the professional courtesy that they deserve and let them do their job?

Steve: You done?

Danny: I'm done, why?

Steve: Cover me. *runs off*

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“For the love of-

You’ve gotta be kidding - okay look. Here’s the thing. Unless you tell me why you were in my crime scene, with a flimsy alibi for the time the murder took place, on top of claiming to be some form of law enforcement - hell I don’t even know what that means, considering you’re being as vague as possible - you have to see how awful this looks for you.”

Trousers. 

"I didn’t get his name, I picked him up in the hotel bar a few hours before. One-night stand and all.” [She gives a shrug, acting as nonchalant as she can until the question of her badge comes up.It elicits a slight wince]

“—-Must have dropped it when I was taking my trousers off.”

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[ he has a minor flashback to married life in Weehawken, because it’s been a long time since he’s heard something so profoundly English come out of a woman’s mouth. ] 

“Okay, see, you could have said something in the first place. I’m not gonna ask a hotel trash can to corroborate your alibi, but I will need the name of that friend. 

If that’s true, I’m sure you showed my partner your badge. Mind giving me a demonstration?”

“Suspect? Are you shitting me? I’m on your side, you wanker.”

“Fine? You really want to know where I was? I was getting my brains screwed out by a friend. Happy now? Search the hotel room, I bet the maid hasn’t taken out the condoms in the trash.”

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As soon as Danny comes out of his minor mental break, he realizes the mistake he’s made. To be fair on Steve’s end, it’s sounds an awful lot like Danny’s laughing at him. To be fair on his end, when has he ever made light of such a serious topic? He’ll joke about some things, sure, but this? 

No, this is him being slightly overwhelmed by the craziness that is currently his life, this existential crisis his brain is fighting itself over. This is not him laughing at Steve. 

Still, he understands the confusion. 

He wants to interrupt Steve, wants to leap in and correct him, but he’s proud of the man for opening himself up to him, so he merely opens his mouth but let’s Steve do what he’s doing. He knows he fucked up, okay, wouldn’t be the first time and won’t be the last, but interrupting Steve here would do no good. 

It’s not until Steve drifts off, on his feet and entire body poised for attack, and his face starts to lose that emotion that Danny’s on his feet in a flash, coiled and tense. He’s an asshole, he really is. 

“Steve,” he says, hands in the air, testing it. “I wasn’t laughing at you.” His fingers land lightly on Steve’s hips, giving Steve ample time and space to step out of his light grip. “I wasn’t,” he emphasizes. “I’m,” he breaks off, blowing hair hard out of his mouth. Dammit, why is this so hard? 

“I don’t know how to do this,” he says, words unmeasured and tone erratic. “Okay? I, uh, I panicked, because I don’t know how to handle this, because I’m back in that collapsed building and all I can keep thinking is how I’m gonna fuck everything up. Am I’m trying to listen, okay? I’m trying to change, but easier said than done, and I’m not gonna do that with you,” he says. He feels wild-eyed, panicked. “I’m not gonna fuck this up, and I laughed because I really think,” and he has to stop, breathe, start again. “I really think we have a chance, here.”

He hazards at tightening his grip on Steve’s waist, hands wadded mostly in his shirt, eyes locking on his forehead injury again. So many things fly through his head - fear of turning around and Steve’s gone, gunned down by a perp that got too close, fear of pushing him away, of driving him up and out of the door, out of his life. Swallows, and finds he’s willing to risk it. 

“Wasn’t laughing at you, babe,” he says, relinquishing his grip in one hand and bringing it up, rubbing his knuckles lightly over Steve’s sternum, where the bruising is minimal. “Sorry.” I’m a little bit damaged, he wants to say, but really, he knows they both are, so the point is moot. 

ina paha;

He can see the way his blood is on Danny’s lip and it worries him for a second, that stealing his attention before the lip moves, Steve’s eyes flicking to his partner’s out of reflexive instinct, the single word making him pause, head tilting as though he isn’t sure he heard right. He’s just answered like he was asked and all he gets is one word? 

Oh. 

What does that mean? ‘Oh’? Does it mean nothing? Should he say more? Did he say too much? Steve has avoided this sort of thing for years and for this reason. He’s never enough, and he knows it. He’s accepted it. It makes it worse that then Danny is laughing. 

He’s laughing. Steve can feel his jaw clench as he nods once, twice, then once more and hauls himself to his feet. He has no idea what he wants to do, but sitting there, so still… its offering no comfort. He swallows, then stares down at Danny, hands curled at his side. He just offered him the truth that’s been eating at him for years and he’s laughing like a fucking madman and for a second, Steve wants to punch him. 

Then he feels bad, because how can hurt someone he cares so much for? He shakes his head, turning away and heading down, moving closer to the sound of the water and watching the waves, arms crossed over his chest as he traces one of the welts from the fucking cattle prod.

Then, all at once, Steve is pissed. What the hell is wrong with that jackass? Who kisses their partner, then sits there and fucking laughs when he’s given a logical reason for not being slugged in the jaw? He spins on his heel and then he’s storming up to Danny, stopping dead in front of him and growling.

“Oh? That’s all? You have nothing to say but oh? And will you stop fucking laughing, Danny. What the hell is so funny? You’re always bitching about what the hell is wrong with me, but what about you? What is the matter with you? If you didn’t wanna know, you never should have fucking asked.”

He feels so exposed and so hurt and he’s so loud, and he doesn’t honestly care. Something inside him is breaking and he doesn’t want to process what that might be. Instead, he speaks again, quiet this time, desperate for the first time to make Danny understand what he means to him, to make that stupid laugh stop and to be honest. 

“Tonight, when I couldn’t sleep? When I was in pain and I should have been taking the painkillers? Do you know what I did instead, Danny? I texted you. Because you’re better than a painkiller. Because having you near by, it calms everything about me. My mind, the pain, the fear… I don’t know why, I don’t know how. Four years ago, I wanted to strangle you, and now I can’t even—” 

He stops and he wants to scream. He’s so frustrated and so angry and its all because of the five feet and five inches of fucking Jersey bred sass in front of him. Because he doesn’t wanna feel this way and he can’t help it. 

He goes still, face blanking out as he tries to control himself. Maybe it was a game, maybe Danny was trying to make him come out of his weird shock that’s yet to fade from his bones. 

“Say something. Please.” 

He’s going to go to grave denying the broken way the plea leaves his mouth. He doesn’t beg. At all. 

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that moment where you’re writing and you have to stop and take a moment because you just love this character so much and you get choked up because feelings

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“Where do you think I’d be if I listened to every suspect that fed me that line, huh?”

“It just so happens that I want to believe you, as does my friend. I just need a solid alibi, which you haven’t deigned to give me.”

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"Look, I already told your friend that it wasn’t me so why don’t we cut the bullshit and get to the point, shall we?”

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Danny nods in silent agreement, because nobody’s a fan of paperwork. The action’s always followed up by it, no matter how often people seem to forget otherwise. Still, Danny thinks Steve seems almost fidgety, as if the last thing thing he wants to do is paperwork (which Danny can relate to, all things considered). 

“Eh, been worse,” he says. “Med ward being worse. Sitting propped up in one of those lumpy beds, eating jello through a straw, nothing’s worse than that.” Well, there are plenty of things worse than that, and Danny kind of wants to swallow those words up again. He thinks he winces, regretting the poor word choice, but it’s done, so. 

“That’s been worse too, shockingly enough. Don’t even need a brace. Just sidelined. They give me another week, but I’m hoping to be out of this desk by tomorrow. Stir crazy, you know?” He waves a hand, but grins at the captain. “Always. Steve doesn’t have time to do such mundane things as ‘following procedure’ and ‘calling for backup’, which, I get to a point, we are trained to not need backup, but when I’m literally ten feet away, and he goes diving off of a roof without a word edgewise in the radio, it’s bound to give a guy a hernia.” Or a wrenched knee by leaping after him and clocking him one for good measure. 

“How’re things up top? Fury in dictator mode again yet?” It’s small talk, easy and simple, and Danny hopes Steve doesn’t notice how he’s carefully avoiding the sensitive topics and rumors that have been going around the helicarrier with regards to a certain winter soldier. 

Steve snorted, somewhat derisively. “If it’s as uncomfortable as you claim, then I don’t think you need to worry about me falling asleep… besides… Fury’s wanting me to do some  paperwork. It’ll be hard enough not to fall asleep due to just that.” A corner of his mouth quirked upward. Such was the life that he led now. Somedays, it didn’t feel entirely spectacular, and somedays it almost felt… too much. SHIELD wasn’t exactly the worst place to have aligned himself but he couldn’t help but think he could be doing something… more?

“How’s it going down here for you? Can’t imagine it’s very fun or stimulating,” Steve chuckled. “How’s the knee?  McGarrett running you into the ground?” He’d only met the ex-SEAL once or twice, had heard of his unorthodox methods, but couldn’t help but like the guy.

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Silence is never a good thing, never has been for him. When someone’s looking at you, and their mouth isn’t moving, it’s a pretty good guess that the next words out of said mouth will be bad. 

Words to live by, if Danny has any say, and in this situation he thinks he does, thinks he can call it. Steve’s brain seems to be functioning on all cylinders right now, and really, why did Danny think it was socially acceptable to bust a move now? The guy’s mourning his freaking dad, literally just opened up about it. And now his hindbrain thinks it’s a good idea to lay everything down and serve Steve up a heaping plate of hey-i-kind-of-really-like-you. 

Cutting himself some slack, he knows his actions hadn’t been selfish in the least, in that moment. Steve had needed comfort, has needed it since he was, what, sixteen? But now, now it’s selfishness, now Danny’s expecting something from Steve, some kind of answer, when he’d rather just stand up and walk away. 

He would, too, if that wouldn’t deliver the exact worst assumption about his feelings. 

Man, feelings. 

The longer it goes, the longer Danny has an issue with avoiding eye contact, and finally he pulls his gaze down to Steve’s level, which is decidedly lower now, seeing as he’s only perched in the grass on his elbows. His lip is still bleeding - fuck, he can still taste the blood in his mouth. 

That should not be as hot as it is. 

He’s about to open his mouth, say please, just forget it, I just want you to be happy, let’s spare each other the fifteen reasons why we’re a terrible match, when Steve speaks. 

The words are simple, the sentence elegant, and Danny’s mouth falls open. 

It’s like a fucking puzzle piece, because of course that means more to Steve than anything. To Danny, sitting around a hospital and watching football from a lousy 15″ instead of on the 50 yard line, that was common sense. Going to Korea, to Afghanistan, waiting for Steve while he traipsed around the world - common sense. Finding him in that factory, being a shoulder to support his bruised and bleeding weight, all common sense. 

To everyone else in his life, Steve has come off as disposable. He knows that isn’t everyone’s intention, but the actions of leaving Steve in their dust, well, it lingers. Danny’s never really thought of it that way, because again, he’d never do it. Danny loves Cath and loves the impact she’s had on Steve’s life, and doesn’t begrudge her the decision she made to stay overseas, but it’s still hurting Steve, and Danny can’t abide by that. 

“Oh,” Danny says, too stunned to say anything else. And even now, he’s staring down at his partner, everything honing down to a pinprick of focus, and everything suddenly seems a lot simpler. 

He laughs, a loud and hysterical sound, because he’s finally lost it. He knows he has to be going mad when he looks down at Steve, a warm bubble of want and I can have in his stomach, because this should terrify him more than it does. And it still fucking terrifies him, but it seem possible, really possible. It’s like a switch, but for the moment, Danny sees potential, sees something beyond the eventual crumbling of their relationship. 

And doesn’t that mean something, that he’s already thinking of them in a relationship sense? Hell, he’s been thinking of him and Steve as a ‘them’ for long enough. 

ina paha;

He’s just laying there, replying the past two minutes in his head as he listens to Danny’s intermittent words, wondering what he’s just done. He knows, the obvious answer, anyway. He’s just kissed his best friend, his partner, the one person who knows him better than anyone else he’s ever known. This is the man who can detect the slightest hitch in his tone and can read his mind with a look… and the line he just crossed is one that can’t be redrawn now.

His head is swimming with the thoughts, realizations dancing with the reminder of how much he likes that feeling of their mouths pressing together already, then reminds himself that already implies its going to be a regular thing. Danny’s his partner… and this is complicated now. 

Danny asks the question Steve’s thinking, the commander dropping  back again and closing his eyes as he draws in cool, salty air.  He says he doesn’t want an answer, but Steve thinks he deserves one. Its so stupidly simple in his mind, the way it clicks together. 

Why Danny? Why not Danny? They’ve fought back to back for years, they’ve protected each other, and found a place when they thought they were alone. Why Danny? Because when the night is too much and he can’t bare to close his eyes, Steve will think of his partner’s face. 

Because when Danny is gone, all he wants is that stupid voice filling the airspace with admonishments, those hands waving like a mad man as he yells and those eyes narrowed on him as he asks for the thousandth time what the hell is the matter with Steve. 

Its Danny, because it was always Danny. He cares for Cath. So much, it hurts sometimes… but this? This, right here, this feels natural and easy and safe. He needs that, the safety. Steve stretches, hands covering his face as he groans, then pulls himself back up, knees to his chest and arms around them, chin so he’s facing Danny full on.

His answer is a single sentence. Five words, one fact. Its Danny because he’s not like the others. Because even when they fight, and when things are tough and Danny more than likely would rather blow his brains out than deal with Steve… he’s never left him. 

“Because you never walked away.”

Because even though I didn’t want to, and I don’t want to… I love you. 

That part goes unsaid, but he doesn’t doubt for one second that Danny will know. Assuming he doesn’t already.

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One Song: Shots by Imagine Dragons Two Movies: Furious 7, Age of Ultron (could only think of two movies i’m currently freaking about) Three Shows: h50, the 100, twd Four People: scott caan, andrew lincoln, melissa mcbride, and, uhhh, normal reedus? Five Foods: bread, quaker chewy bars, blt sandwiches, too poor for anything else atm.

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