#mcdanno in the bedroom

[teruel-a-witch]

mcdanno + text post meme + drunk confessions (what if steve intended to romance danny properly but had too much liquid courage and ended up blurting out his feelings. luckily for him danny was into it)

[mayberrycryptid]

❤️❤️❤️!!!

A very good morning for the boys :D

[kinda-ok]

Not to be That Guy but like guys where do u think Danny slept in season 10 after junior moved back into Steve’s house…cuz ik Steve wasn’t making any of them sleep on the couch and I’m sure junior wanted his room back…

[lemuria1134]

[goneahead]

@cowandcalf tagged me to post something from my WIP. This is from ‘Goodnight, Moon’ which is **checks notes** yes, another mcdanno AU.

tagging @itwoodbeprefect @mcdannoangelwolf @redgoldblue @bgharison @simplyn2deep @stephmcx @kristin99 and anyone else who wants to share a snippet from their WIPs!

putting this under a cut ‘cuz its kind of long:

It was one in the morning, but Steve couldn’t sleep. He wandered out onto the lanai, back into the kitchen for a glass of water, and then headed across the lawn to the garage. Opened the toolbox, only to realize that he just wasn’t up to wrestling sense out of his dad’s riddles.

He picked up the tape recorder, ran his thumb over the play button. That jogged his memory.

Where was the Eight Islands Story Hour videotape?

Back in the 80’s, there had been a statewide project to tape people reading children’s books; first in English, and then in Hawai’ian. His mom was on the second tape in the series, reading Goodnight, Moon in English.

He’d been ten; too old and too cool to care about a recording of his mom reading a ‘baby’ book. Mary, though, had watched and rewatched the tape for the next couple of years. Eventually, she moved on to cartoons and kid movies—until 1992.

While his dad was making the final arrangements at the funeral home, Steve had searched through the kid movies piled up in the bookcase, and Mary had snuck a can of beer from the fridge in the garage. Then they had held their own vigil; listening to their mom read to them one more time, while they split the beer.

Letting his nine-year old sister drink was definitely not one of his finer moments as a brother, but that afternoon had somehow felt more real, more meaningful, than his mom’s funeral.

Or his father’s funeral, two weeks ago.

Steve put the tape recorder back, closed the toolbox. Went into the house, and started searching. He finally found the boxes half-buried in the closet of the guest bedroom. He carried the big box downstairs first, pulled out the VCR. Sorted through the cables and a ziplock bag of adapters, found what he needed to hook the machine up.

He returned to the closet, grabbing the box labeled ‘Kid Movies - VHS’ in his dad’s broad, strong handwriting. Steve carried the box downstairs, set it on the coffee table. Found the Story Hour tape near the bottom. A photo of his mom was on the back cover, and he had to swallow against the sudden lump in his throat.

He pushed the tape into the VCR, checked the box again. Good Night, Moon was the second book on the tape. He hit play and forward a few times, finally found the right section.

His mom was sitting in a wooden rocker, looking impossibly young. She was smiling at the camera. “—next book is ‘Good Night, Moon’ by Margaret Wise Brown.”

Her smile was like a gut punch and Steve half-sat, half-fell into the recliner.

In the great green room, there was a telephone

He hadn’t cried during the long flight back, or at his father’s funeral. He hadn’t even cried when he’d stood over the outline of his father’s body, the walls of his childhood home still flecked with blood. But hearing his mother’s voice for the first time in eighteen years was too much.

Steve dropped his head in his hands, and wept.

[trickster-archangel]

Look who's talking about emotional maturity...I bet you both together are less emotionally mature than a 4 years old. But since you've been repressing and denying your feelings, your attraction, your devotion to each other for six years, who am I trying to fool? No it's ok, you go on with your safety line, keep bickering, keep pecking at each other, keep trying to get a reaction out of the other, press those tiny buttons you both know to well (Steve's emotional closure and inability to express any kind of vulnerability, Danny's lingering fear that people will always take everything they can and then dump him like a broken toy), taunt and argue and mock until you're on a safe path and can keep ignoring that increasingly growing elephant in the room until it becomes a mammoth in the room.

Better doing this than repeating the exact scene that almost happened so many times, when a too long hug and a too close face and a too heartfelt I love you, almost turned into an I'm in love with you, please keep living for me if you can't live for yourself.

[teruel-a-witch]

6.11/2.09 middle of the night pillow talk. (well, Danny is on a pillow technically) 4 years apart. Danny is still a grumpy insomniac and Steve still finds him extremely adorable.

same yearning, still, after all this time, a holding pattern, the miscommunication trope. Steve desperately wants to spend time with Danny but Danny seems to dismiss any of his attempts while Danny thinks Steve would be so much happier and having more fun without him. Danny's negativity is a self-fulfilling prophecy but so are Steve's abandonment issues. Danny pushes people away deliberately so he'll be prepared for when they get enough of him while Steve leaves when he feels he's unwanted because it's better than being kicked out because he's overstayed his welcome.

they are still afraid to cross the boundary, still fighting about inconsequential stuff because they can't actually get to the heart of the matter, what's really bothering them, where the frustration with each other actually comes from. They assume they fail at co-habitation because they aren't compatible but in truth it's the unresolved romantic tension, all that pining and frustration bubbles up but there's also so much love there that they aren't willing to let go, they try so desperately to make it work somehow...when the solution is really simple. Cross that distance separating them, reach out and reach an understanding. Become that couple everyone already thinks they are.

[five-wow]

any woman steve is dating: baby, tell me what you like

steve, with zero hesitation: danny

[diazfox]

hi quick question: are they allergic to looking at each other's eyes? it's like they just automatically zero in on their lips... i've heard about this show but this level of homoeroticism is actually insane i'm sick

THIS SCENE IS SO CRAZY ICBBBBBBB

[opalinedaydreams]

lightning rod | mcdanno

And really, Steve will give Danny whatever he wants. Would walk on broken glass, wouldn’t stop firing into the abyss until the day he died—and Steve had nearly died, today.

That’s what this was, after all.

or, after a close call, Steve follows Danny home

Steve finds Danny in the kitchen, and Danny…Danny can’t even look at him, doesn’t seem able to.

“Danno,” Steve tries, soft, and Danny whirls on him.

“You have to—you can’t—"

But Danny can’t get the words out. There’s something desperate about the way his hands are fluttering about, now. Something unhinged in the severed line of his brow, in his stricken eyes—

And suddenly, Steve can’t take it anymore.

“Hey.”

He crosses the room in a heartbeat. Catches Danny’s hands, presses them to his own chest, over his own heartbeat, and leaves them there. He cups Danny’s face in his hands, gentle, and he says it again. “Hey.” And then he kisses him.

It tears a hurt sound from Danny’s throat, sends it stumbling out against Steve’s mouth. Steve presses in closer, still gentle, still breathing, with every beat of his heart saying I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. He takes all of the aliveness and pushes it out of himself, into Danny. Pushes until Danny’s back hits the wall, until he can map out Danny’s chest through the ridiculous button down he insists on wearing every day.

“Danno,” Steve breathes.

Danny shakes his head, already knows what’s coming. But he doesn’t want to hear it, never wants to hear it—

“I’m sorry,” Steve manages.

Danny’s breath hitches, and Steve tightens his grip on Danny’s hips. Holds them together, holds them steady.

Danny buries his face in Steve’s neck. Digs his hands in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck and tugs gently at the roots there, like maybe he’s trying to ground himself, to ground Steve.

Steve doesn’t mind. He pitches forward, rests his own forehead against Danny’s shoulder. Turns his face to run the tip of his nose along the length of Danny’s throat. He can practically feel the stress in Danny’s heartbeat—still too desperate, still too panicked.

He smooths his hands down Danny’s back, murmurs soothing nothingness until he hears Danny mumble something. He thinks it might’ve been please.

And really, Steve will give Danny whatever he wants. Would walk on broken glass, wouldn’t stop firing into the abyss until the day he died—and Steve had nearly died, today.

That’s what this was, after all.

It had been a closer call than usual—Danny’s shaking hands had fluttered over the near miss in Steve’s bulletproof vest, and then he’d just…disappeared.

Steve had hung back to see the perps carted away before handing the scene off to HPD. He’d sent Kono and Chin back to the office to file the paperwork, and ordered them a pizza on his way home—a thank you for things he’d never be able to put into words. Then he’d found his way home on familiar roads, not entirely sure what would be waiting for him behind the front door when he got there.

It was just like that, sometimes. Danny would turn in on himself in a bundle of panic, and all of the verbiage and vehemence would just stop, and go stilted. It cracked at something in Steve, to know that the fear had cut through Danny’s usual bravado and left him helpless, listless, his gestures halfhearted and aborted.

Steve thinks of every time it’s been Danny on the floor, Danny who had been hit, who couldn’t even breathe. He still remembers finding Danny outside of that stupid house all those years ago, Danny’s breath rattling in his ears, the fear in his eyes.

Steve had known he was a goner, then. Because he would’ve pushed the air into Danny’s lungs himself if he had to. He would have never stopped.

Now, Danny’s hands are buried in Steve’s hair, still shaking, still just holding on, as Steve maneuvers them gently forward. Past the living room, up the stairs, into the bedroom, not an unnecessary inch of space between them. He gets Danny’s shirt off, gets his own off, feels Danny’s vice grip shift from his hair to his hips. His gaze is trained on Steve’s clavicle, like he can’t quite look him in the eye. Like he’s still not entirely here. “Hey,” Steve says quietly. He cups Danny’s face in his hands, pulls his head gently up. Holds his gaze until something in Danny’s eyes finally fractures and gives way.

And maybe there are tears now, but at least some of the frozen panic has abated. Steve presses in to kiss him, and Danny meets him halfway—still a little desperate, but gentle, so gentle, the terror still rolling off of him in waves.

And Steve will take it all if he can, if Danny will let him. He’ll ground it out of Danny, ground it out of them both, like some kind of anthropomorphic lightning rod.

So, Steve shifts them gently over to the bed, presses Danny into the mattress, and takes his time. And when Danny is shaking for an entirely new reason, Steve watches the slow flush spread all the way up his body, from Danny’s toes to his ridiculously ruffed up hair.

“Steven,” Danny gasps, and Steve presses impossibly closer. Rests his mouth to the corner of Danny’s, his own breath stuttering as they share air.

“I know, Danno,” Steve whispers as Danny squeezes his eyes shut against the onslaught of everything—this day, this moment, the stress slowly melting away in waves. “I know.”

[starrynite7114]

TikTok: Outfit

A/N: Good morning everyone! This is my first out of possibly three updates? Finally got the muse for Snapshots back, so i will try to update that and also Everything is you as well. Or I may hold off and update in a few days since school is back and I got 5 classes that need my attention lol Anyways, here is another TikTok/Instagram challenge that an anon gave me!

Thanks nonnie!

If you have any other TikTok challenges or requests, send them my way!

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You and Angel were proud of how you two had an amazing sense of humor. Prank wars were a thing in this household and hell, it even seeped into your Mayans family. Coco was your usual partner in crime along with Taza, Hank and Bishop. Coco switched allegiances after a prank you pulled on him and Angel a few years back. He was impressed to say the least and he has been in your corner faithfully since then.

“Hey guys, so, my husband is absolutely exhausted due to work, but you know I can never pass up a time to mess with him.” You were standing in front of a mirror, showing your outside, or lack thereof. You were wearing a tank top with a sports bra and workout shorts that almost showed your ass cheeks. It was an online buy so the measurements were off. When you first modeled it for Angel, he raved about it, but he also was adamant that you weren’t wearing said shorts unless you were staying around the house. But you loved to fuck with your husband, so why not? “Thiago and Raphael are currently napping, and we have a rule if the babies are napping so are we.” You entered the master bedroom and found your husband sound asleep. 

You had paused the video, and was thankful it was only the afternoon so the sun was illuminating your room. Angel looked so adorable sound asleep, you almost felt bad that you were going to prank him.

Almost.

Recording once more, you shook Angel, who was sleeping on his stomach, Thiago sleeping right beside him with Raphael in the crib right beside the bed. God bless your husband, he was absolutely exhausted, but whenever he got home while he was away, he tried to take care of your boys and gave you a break. 

It was rare for them to have runs due to COVID but business was business. 

This was Angel’s first run since March and it was June. The state had slightly eased the restrictions so they had a run plan as soon as possible.

“Babe, I’m going to Target.” You whispered, careful to not wake your two sleeping boys.

“Okay,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Do you need anything?” You’re not even sure if it was registering, but you knew how to wake him. 

“‘M good,” he cracked an eye open. And closed them again. 

You refrained from laughing and kissed Angel on the lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He called out.

You counted to three in your head before you heard the ruffling of the sheets.

“Hold the fuck up, where are you going?” Angel immediately sat up and his eyes roamed down your outfit. He didn’t give a fuck if you were wearing a tank top.

“Target,” you repeated, grabbing your purse. 

“Target? With your ass hanging out? You got me fucked up babe. We talked about this, no one is going to see you in this outfit.” You tried to hold back a giggle as Angel got out of bed and started slipping on the discarded sweatpants on the bedroom floor. “Going to Target with your ass hanging out?” He scoffed mostly mumbling to himself. “You going to see someone? You got a booty call?”

You laughed then, the phone still on Angel as he grabbed his phone from the bedside drawer beside his side of the bed. 

“Angel, don’t be ridiculous, you know you’re the only one for me.” You laughed again as he went to your closet. He came back out and threw a pair of sweatpants at you which matched his.

“Cover that ass and let’s go to Target. Got me fucked up corazon, this is a family outing now.” He moved to wake up your babies and you stopped him.

“Baby, I’m recording for my TikTok, don’t wake them up.” You explained.

You caught his face, annoyance clearly seen. He shook his head and you stopped recording as you laughed again.

“You play too much.” He picked up Thiago and your son woke up, which made you glare at Angel. Thiago was always cranky when you woke him up from a nap instead of him waking up on his own. “Thiago, mama wants to go to Target, why won’t you go with her?”

“Angel!”

Two weeks later, another prank came into your mind except this time, you wanted to record it for your Instagram. It was odd that you were chronicling your life with Angel, but it was something to do during quarantine.

And if you were being honest, Angel was hot as fuck and you loved sharing your handsome husband to the world. 

And he was also funny as fuck.

His possessiveness was never terrifying or concerning, it was sweet and endearing. He never overstepped or overwhelmed you.

With your phone directed to your full length mirror much like two weeks ago, you waved a hello. 

“Decided to dress up to go to Target since my man wants to stay home. Figured I’d treat myself since work and grocery shopping are the outlets to go out now.” You were wearing jean shorts and a top that accentuate your assets. 

“Okay babe, I’ll be back in a few.” You had your camera pointed at Angel, but it appeared as if you were texting.

Angel did a double take and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, where are you going?” Angel sat up from the couch where he was lounging with his boys.

“Target.”

Thiago looked at you and smiled. “Mommy you look beautiful.”

“Thanks baby.” You walked over to Thiago and kissed his forehead, before going back to your initial position.

Angel shook his head. “You’re going to Target dressed like that? Mi dulce, we’ve been together for years and you always dressed like a bum going to Target.”

“A bum?” You gave him an incredulous look and scoffed. “I do not dress like a bum.”

“Yes you do, sweatshirts and sweatpants, all day. Who the fuck are you trying to impress?” Angel narrowed his eyes at you. His wife could be ridiculous at times, but he fucking loves her like he loves no other.

“Ooh! Daddy said a bad word.” Thiago pointed at Angel, shaking his head.

“Papi is allowed to say bad words because mommy is being ridiculous.”

Thiago giggled and got off the couch, running over to you. “Are you going to see Tio Rico?”

“Tio Rico?” Angel stood up and picked up Raphael. “See you’re going to make every outing a family outing now. I knew you were talking to someone else, always on your damn phone.” He slipped his cell phone inside his back pocket. “Let’s go, we’re going to meet mommy’s side piece.”

“Angel!” You held Thiago who giggled.

“What’s a side piece?” Thiago asked you.

“Babe, they’re not even ready.” Raphael was wearing a shirt and his diapers, while Thiago was still in his pajamas. “Don’t listen to daddy.”

“No, we’re going to meet mommy’s new boyfriend.” He made his way over to the door and you laughed, chasing after him.

“Babe, it’s a joke.” You told him as he opened the door.

He looked at you, the same annoyance that graced his face two weeks ago came back. He glared at you, walking back to the couch and placing Raphael down.

“See, if I play this prank on you, you’d be pissed. You play too damn much.” Angel sat down, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting as he refused to look at you.

“Mommy, you made daddy upset.” Thiago shook his head, mimicking Angel’s reaction. 

You had stopped recording after you informed him it was a joke. 

“I’m sorry babe, you know I love you and only you.” You sat beside him, laying your head on his shoulder with Thiago seated at your lap facing the television.

“Yeah you better, kids are going to sleep early tonight.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, while the other was beside Raphael since your little prince was a mover. Bending his head so only you could hear him, he nibbled at your ear making goosebumps run through your body. “I’m gonna pound that pussy so hard, you’re not going to be able to make any pretend Target runs for a week.”

Your thighs clenched together as you looked over at Angel who sat back and had a smug smirk on his face.

Another reason you loved fucking with your husband, he was the King of Petty and his promises to ravage you was always so good to hear.

Again, never a dull day in the Reyes household.

[thekristen999]

First Lines of Last 20....

I was tagged by @amandagaelic and I finally had some time to play :)

Guidelines: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20,  just list them all.) Choose your favorite opening line, tag some friends!

The World Is On Fire And No One Can Save Me But You  9-1-1 (Buddie) Traffic was snarled, red lights were ignored, people slammed on their cars horns, and all three rigs were stuck in the middle of it. “What’s the latest, Cap?” Eddie asked over the radio.

“Reports are sporadic,” Bobby replied. “Crowds are heading toward City Hall and counter-protestors are marching up Grand Avenue and Broadway.”

Are You With Me?  9-1-1 (Buddie)  Eddie stared at the assorted box of teas, picking up one and scanning the label before putting it back down. Each box said the same thing: calming, relaxing, soothing bedtime formula. He settled on chamomile. His mother used to drink it when he was a kid, and his father was away on business. Funny—it was made of flowers, not leaves.

There Goes My Hero, He's Ordinary  9-1-1 (Buddie) Eddie couldn’t shake the feeling of unease it stirred up, how his body tensed in anticipation of a fight that never came, or how memories he’d tried hard to forget kept popping up like flashes of a YouTube video. Whooshing rotor blades, muzzle flashes, the lingering smell of cordite. He rubbed a hand over his face, the physical sensation chasing away the phantoms.

We Found Each Other (Over There) 9-1-1 (Buddie) Omaha Beach 0100 June 6, 1944

At midnight 7,000 ships left Britain under the cover of darkness: Destination Normandy. Specialist “Buck” Buckley had no idea how many troops were aboard. Tens of thousands. More people in one place than he could ever imagine. His aunt had been to France once; she’d sent him postcards, causing his imagination to run wild. This wasn’t exactly how he imagined visiting.

Black and Blue and Broken Bones  Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) The sunset painted the sky in hues of red and pink, capturing the moments before the day disappeared and night descended. Danny had to admit, it really was beautiful.

Beat Me To The Sacrifice Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Steve eyed the hamper full of clothes with annoyance when he walked into the bathroom. Thank goodness it was almost the weekend; the chores were piling up. After turning on the water to the shower, he got out his aftershave and razor and pondered if he wanted to brush his teeth at the sink or not.

The Call Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Given his status as the head of Five-O and the long list of people who would like to see him dead, Steve always took an extra moment to study his surroundings when returning home. While nothing seemed out of the ordinary, his gut told him otherwise.

The Quiet White Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Danny made arrangements with Lou to keep an eye on the team and ensure morale would remain high while they were gone. Walking into Steve’s bedroom, Danny dumped the duffle bag from his house on the bed to help pack.

Just You and Me (and Your New Best Friend)   Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Danny didn’t live with Steve, per-say. Yes, the third drawer in Steve’s dresser belonged to Danny, the red toothbrush and Ultra Edge razor was also his, and maybe he kept his favorite snacks and food in the fridge.

Hold The Line Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Junior listened to the break-down of the mission and bit his tongue. He ran the numbers, calculated resources, and time. This was at minimum a four-man operation. Two-man was too risky. Solo was just-well, McGarrett type of stacked odds.

Anchor In The Storm Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) All the bones in Danny’s body ached, his limbs heavy with fatigue. Not from exertion, or a foot chase, no.This was simply because he drank too much red wine. Stupid.

Leaning back in his chair, he plopped two Alka Seltzer and watched them fizz.

In The Blink Of An Eye Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) As far as raids went, this was one Steve would like to forget. He balled up his fists to settle his shaking hands. Shit. That had been close. Blue and red lights flashed in the background as he walked away from the scene. Standing near a dumpster, he waited for the adrenaline rush to fade.

Past Tense Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Danny stared at his computer screen and debated buying the airline ticket. It’d been three months since he’d seen Grace. Too long. Distance and money were evil restrictions when it came to his daughter attending college on the mainland. Skype and weekly phone calls did little to ease the ache in his heart. He moved the mouse over the purchase icon.

Stay Loyal to the People You Hold Dear Marvel- Avengers:Endgame Dwelling on your mortality won’t change the inevitable. Live for each day and appreciate the time you’re given. Thor breathed in scorched metal and dirt, climbed and leaped over fresh craters. Blood pounded in his eardrums as he destroyed his enemies.

It should taste sweet; it should feel glorious -- it should have filled the hole inside him.

Split Seconds, Split Decisions Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno)

Junior was a SEAL, the best of the best, loyal to Team and Country.

He’d found fulfillment in the Navy, in serving his country, in the comradeship with his fellow SEALs. Waking up each day meant conquering another challenge; thriving on every adversity, earning the privilege of wearing the trident on his sleeve.

Then one day it all fell apart and he became unmoored.

Touch My World With Your Fingertips Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Every third Saturday of the month it was the same ritual. The mattress shifted under Steve’s weight as he crawled out of bed and Danny rolled onto his side to watch him.

Steve was a creature of habit. He adjusted himself. Rubbed his eyes. Stretched his arms into the air, treating Danny to the muscles of his well-defined back. And yeah, Danny wanted to join Steve in the shower, give up some shuteye for an amazing blowjob. But not this weekend. That was the rule.

A Light to Guide Me Home Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Steve pulled into his driveway. Resting his head against the steering wheel, he tried mustering the energy to finish the last part of his journey. He’d been in too many time-zones in too few days.

Safe Harbor  Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) Steve studied the first four names on the false intelligence report.

Leo Bernard: Paris Torres Cantor: Madrid Hugo Bartlett: Berlin Drew Goff: London

Closing his eyes, he pictured the letters, listened to the cadence of vowels and consonant sounds.

Give Up, Give In, Or Give It All You’ve Got  Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno)

1992 McGarrett Home

Steve walked through the living room and toward his dad’s office. He noticed a half-empty glass of bourbon on the desk.

“Your Uncle Joe got you into the Army/Navy Academy,” Dad told him as he walked in. “And I’m sending Mary to stay with your aunt.

From The Ashes  Hawaii-Five-O (McDanno) The air inside the Camaro was stagnant despite the low hum of the air conditioner. Danny adjusted the seat to stretch his legs and tried to get comfortable. He was restless; all he could smell was the lingering odor from the burgers he and Steve had eaten hours ago. His stomach growled at the memory.

I tag: @thisissirius @renecdote @missslothy @stephmcx ​@agentlemuse @stellarm @tari-aldarion @cinematicnomad @matan4il @bgharison

and whomever wants to play!

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

Maybe McDanno with an ATLA twist? One or both of them can bend an element and shenanigans ensue in some way. For a lemony twist perhaps inappropriate use of elements in the bedroom?

So...I over complicated it. Not surprising. But I've had far too many Andy and Steve are long lost twins ideas/feels without much of an outlet, so....

Have a Hawaii 5-0/Three Rivers crossover where Steve and Andy are long long twins. Andy and Danny knew each other, they're both elite water bending levels.

Steve's the Avatar and very jealous(while also unsure how to even tackle the long lost twin thing) and crushing on Danny.

AO3 Link

Sexy times will have to be in another chapter.

[snorlaxishere]

7x23: Wehe 'ana-Where Steve and Danny have “fun” decorating Charlie’s bedroom.

Awwww 🥰 this is McDanno at their best. Steve and Danny who I know are secretly married remodel Danny’s spare bedroom for little Charlie. And I have to say it’s absolutely hysterical how Steve and Danny fight over tools and Danny throwing away the instructions on how to make the race car bed.

This was so heart warming I love how Steve seems to be having the time of his life helping Danny make up Charlie’s room.

[trickster-archangel]

Nothing to see here. Just some random couple pics of Steve and Danny during their engagement, honeymoon and married life. Just two dudes being in love like kittens with each other and not managing to stay apart even for a minute.

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First Kiss

AN: Okay so this is my first Mcdanno fic so please leave some feedback of what you think of it. Also special thanks to @murphyhatesme for giving me inspiration for this fic. let me guys no if anybody wants to be tagged in any upcoming Mcdanno fics 

Summary: In a game of truth or drink Steve gets a secrets revealed that he had never told anyone

The team was all currently gathered in Steve’s living room sharing a drink. Kono had suggested playing truth or drink after she poured herself a new drink and the others in the room agreed. She decided she would go first and ask Danny a question and she grinned when she thought of a question.

“Okay Danny um- let’s see... have you ever slept with someone of the same gender?” she asked as Danny raised his brow, while Steve turnt to his friend and Chin laughed into his drink

“Yes, I have slept with multiple people of the same gender.” Danny said casually causing Steve to choke on his drink “That bother you Mcgarrett?” Danny said as he laughed while Steve shook his head.

Seeing as it was now Danny’s turn to ask someone a question and smirked as he thought of a question to ask Steve “Steve how many people have you slept with?” Danny asked expecting Steve to say a decently high number but instead Steve took a shot, the other three in the room letting out a small collective gasp.

“Come on boss you can’t leave us hanging like that” Kono said while she was laughing “Nope, the whole point of the game is that if I don’t want to answer a question all I have to do is take a shot and I don’t want to answer the question” Steve said.

The game had gone on for a couple hours after that question and they were all pretty tipsy with the exception of Kono who had answered every question they had asked her.

 “All right, I’m tired after the week we had and I need to get Chin home. I’ll see you guys on Monday” Kono said, leading her cousin out and waving goodbye leaving Steve and Danny in the house.

“So Mcgarret is your body count so high it’s embarrassing” Danny said playfully smiling when he saw his friends cheeks fill with color

“Danny it’s none of your business how many people I’ve slept with now drop it” Steve said as he walked out of the room.

Danny, decided he wasn’t finished with the conversation just yet, got out of his seat and followed Steve

“You can't get rid of me that easily. Come on babe I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours” Danny said as he backed Steve upped into a corner in the hallway.

“You really want me to tell you” Steve said anxiously getting flustered by Danny being this close 

“Of course I want you to tell me babe” Danny said into Steve’s ear after he got a surge of confidence Steve had to stop himself reaching out and grabbing Danny “If you really want to know I’m a virgin” Steve said causing Danny took a step back, shock written on his face.

“You’ve never slept with anyone?” Danny said “No I haven’t and I know that is a big turn off so just go ahead and leave” Steve sadly

 “Babe you being a virgin doesn’t turn me off, in fact it makes me want you even more than I already do” Danny said as he kissed Steve.

Steve was not expecting to hear what Danny said and he certainly wasn’t expecting Danny to kiss him. When Danny pulled away Steve was shocked and he didn't know kissing could feel as amazing as that kiss did.

Danny couldn’t believe how good it finally felt to kiss Steve after wanting to for months “so was that a good kiss?” Danny asked. “Well I’ve never been kissed before but it felt super amazing” Steve said not thinking about what he was saying he was super out of it from that kiss.

“Wait, that was your first kiss?” Danny asked even more surprised then he already was “wait I said that out loud” Steve said anxiously having not meant to tell Danny that he had never been kissed before.

“Babe I’m sorry if I would have known that was your first kiss I would have made it more special” Danny said feeling bad that Steve’s first kiss was in a corner of his hallway. “Danny that was an amazing first kiss” Steve said as he leaned in and kissed Danny again.

They stayed in the hallway for about an hour when they finally made it the bedroom where they both ended up passing out from exhaustion. The next morning Danny woke up and decided to make Steve breakfast and when he was done Steve was still sleeping so Danny decided to wake Steve up.

Steve woke up to Danny kissing his back “mmm why are you being so sweet?” Steve said tiredly. “Well I woke up and wanted to make you breakfast and just be sweet to you all day” Danny said as he continued to kiss Steve’s back then eventually they ate breakfast and were just snuggling in bed.

“I have a question” Danny said “shoot” Steve told Danny “how did your navy friends call you smooth dog if you had never even kissed someone?” Danny asked.

“Well see here is the thing being gay in the military was a big no no and they would always try to get me to go get girls numbers and I wasn’t ever interested because I was gay but they started questioning why I never hooked up with anyone so I decided I would go up to women and act like I was flirting with the women when really all I was doing was telling the girls I was gay but nobody knew and they would come up to my hotel room and we would just talk but all the guys thought I was hooking up with those girls” Steve explained.

Danny laughed “so you were a con artist” Danny said as he was laughing “no I just had to hide the truth you jerk” Steve said as he hit Danny with a pillow “oh you wanna play it like that?’ Danny asked as he tackled Steve on the bed and they spent the whole day bonding and cuddling.