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ptrckjcne · 2 years ago

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Alright spill XD...

I hope your traveling goes well and that there aren't many delays/problems ❤

put a version of the book emoji in my inbox, and i'll tell you the plot of a fanfic i haven't written, but want to write!

ah thank you! apart from being at the airport far too early, it's literally been all smooth sailing with travelling here, so i'm hoping the rest of my trip goes just as smoothly!

now, onto these fics ... two emojis means you get two ideas (sorry i don't make the rules, i just concoct these crazy ideas)

okay for the first one, i've been playing far too much red dead redemption and i'm not even sorry about it

outlaw!steve. he's ruthless and cold. he robs people, he shoots before he speaks, and he's the most trusted of his gang. he's not the leader, but literally no plan is made without steve being involved, and no plan is executed without steve leading the troops.

however, one time this grand plan of robbing the nearby saloon goes bad (if you've played rdr2, think the end of chapter two, which leads to the van der linde gang having to leave horseshoe overlook) and the gang scatters, having agreed that if something goes wrong, they split up to make it harder for law enforement to catch up with them.

steve is injured, he's shot and he's got a dislocated shoulder, and he's not doing too well when his horse takes him to this ranch – and you guessed it, introducing rancher!danny. he's got a pretty peaceful ranch life; he's got some horses, some cattle, and he's got his ranch dog, eddie. what he wasn't expecting was for a wounded and bruised outlaw, who most definitely has a bounty over his head, and his stressed out mustang to come crashing into their lives.

and it'll be a little cliché, because as danny manouvers coping with steve and the way the outlaw is used to sleeping in a tent, and change camps every week, while still making sure he heals up, and steve learns the pace of the ranch, figuring out that cattle is far from his thing, but the horses he can truly help with, he decides to clean up and offers to help out at the ranch permanently, wanting to pay off his debt to the state and to danny.

and they'll fall a little in love but, yknow, that's life.

a little scene for that comes here:

"look, mcgarrett, there're bounty hunters looking for you all over, what's to say i don't turn you over to them, and make sure i never see your scar-face again?" danny crossed his arms over his chest, the dust from the gravel settling around his boots as he comes to a stop a few feet from where steve was sitting on the steps to the porch, eddie slumbering in the shade behind him.

"what's to say i haven't waited for that to happen?" steve grumbled, rolling his eyes a little, though not being able to hide the wince as he stood up. danny's home-made stitches to the gash on his side had worked, better than anything steve could have done himself, but it still pulled on his skin whenever he moved. "you don't get to live a bad life, the way i have, and have good things happen to you."

danny huffed out a chuckle, turning his head to look towards the horses' pasture, where steve's muscular grullo dun mustang stuck out like a sore thumb next to danny's elegantly built and darkly coloured thoroughbreds. yet, the horse looked perfectly at home – just the way it had looked perfectly normal to see steve sitting on the porch. "well, it's a good thing some of us happens to believe in second chances." he noticed how his words caused steve to go still, the hand that had landed on his saddle slipping from the smooth leather in surprise. "you're not going anywhere, mcgarrett."

then for the second one, well it's kind of cheating for me to put this here, because i actually started writing down some stuff for it on the plane but oh well–

also this has probably been done before? i've read some variants of steve ending in jersey as a kid and meeting danny, but i haven't read exactly this one–

it's steve, along with mary and john, who has to enter the witness security programme after doris' death (she stays dead in this one homies), and they get sent to new jersey, where the agency has got them a good house in a family friendly neighbourhood. steve mostly closes himself off, somewhere between having to leave himself being "the kid from hawaii" in their house on oahu, and john tending extra to mary who's not coping so well with the situation.

but then there's this fiesty next-door neighbour kid, who occasionally climbs out the window of his bedroom, and lounges on the roof with a cigarette when the night sky is draped above their heads, and this is the same kid who makes fun of steve and his bag of football equipment, but still lends him a pencil and covers his ass in class when steve's too caught up in his own mind to pay attention.

turns out maybe this fiesty baseballer, danny, is everything steve needs to get out of his head, at the same time as stella and bridget is everything mary needs to warm up. and this too is a little cliché with two boys finding their way in life and love and all that jazz, and when they finally get the chance to move back to hawaii, steve's not so sure he's ready to yet, because leaving for hawaii would mean leaving danny ... and for the first time since steve was born, he's not so sure hawaii's home anymore.

aaaand a little scene from that:

steve was looking far too at home where he was sprawled across danny's floor, face buried in the pillow he had fallen asleep on mere hours before. "steve, get up you shit," danny huffed, nudging the side of steve's chest with his foot, receiving a groan in return from the teenager on the floor. "we were supposed to practice for this test, not sleep."

"you could just come down here and sleep with me," steve slurred, patting his hand around to find danny's leg and tug on the fabric of his sweatpants. "it's comfortable, i promise."

danny chuckled, thinking it over for a second, before throwing another pillow on the floor, and grabbing a blanket. "alright then, but if my shoulder's sore and i get shit at practice because of it, i'm blaming you." he grinned, wrapping steve's arm around himself, enjoying the comfort of the taller boy as he enveloped himself around steve. "if my parents find us like this, i'm blaming you."

he felt steve's lips split into a smirk against his hairline, the soft puffs of steve's breath tickling against his neck. "that's a risk i'm willing to take."

#writing asks!#give me a book and i'll tell you about a fanfic #h50 fic #mcdanno #outlaw!steve mcgarrett #rancher!danny williams #witsec!mcgarrett family

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mayberrycryptid · 1 year ago

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In any universe❤️❤️❤️!!!

#h50 #mcdanno #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #mary bryant #american outlaws

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goneahead · 1 year ago

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so **shuffles feet** @cowandcalf and @stephmcx tagged me way back when Tarquinus was still king. In my defense, it was summer and I was summering. (estivation really should be a hobby. just saying)

Five fic recs of my own personal fics (under the cut ‘cuz I got long-winded)

note 1: All of my fic is on Dreamwidth, some of it has been cross-posted to A03.

Click for lists-> Masterpost of A03 fics Masterpost of all my fic

note 2: My dreamwidth account is friend-locked, but you can drop me a DM if you need an invite.

note 3: fic titles are clickable links. The USDA recommends consuming a minimum three fanfics a day in order to stay properly hydrated.

O-Ate-Four

Addams Family and Avengers 530 words

pairing: none, gen

Why I wrote It: Because my muse is a seductive temptress. And also because I’m convinced the Addams family has to exist in the same world where **checks notes** people fight aliens with pointy sticks.

Why you should read it: Natasha, Wednesday, French cemetery. Come on, what else do you need for a perfect Halloween fic?

Talking about pointy sticks, I may have written an entire fic where Hawkeye renovates a cabin. My ability to write truly riveting plots is… questionable😜

Operation: Cupcakes 1,427 words

pairing: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams but gen

Why I wrote it: Because the only thing better than writing about cupcakes is writing about red velvet cupcakes. No really, thats the plot. Did I mention my riveting plots?😆

Why you should read it: Because there is a serious dearth of McDanno baking fics. And because there are red velvet cupcakes.

Beam Me Up, Danno

Hawaii Five-0 42,995 (including sequel)

Why I wrote it: Either this was a whumptober fic that got out of hand—or my muse tied me up and threatened to put a Ceti eel in my ear if I didn’t write it. Take your pick.

Why you should read it: Because the world needs a Hawaii Five-0 Star Trek AU? Also, there is Cardassian poetry, diplomatic javelining, and aliens that love butter pecan ice cream.

Yes, this is my second ‘Hawaii Five-0 in space’ AU, and I’m totally done writing about aliens. **hides my Hawaii Five-0 MIB wip behind my back**

Care and Feeding of a Super Seal

Hawaii Five-0 59,934 words

pairing: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams

Why I wrote it: This is my coda for the Hawaii Five 0 finale and all @cowandcalf’s fault. My muse agreed with all her points in this meta she wrote and… stuff happened. Also, I was obsessing thinking in a very normal fashion about how the ohana deserved better, too.

Why you should read it: I did my best to explain the ending, various plot holes the size of an spider crab, and a few other things that have bugged fans over the years. There’s also Steve!whump, some badass!Danny, and a generous sprinkling of ohana. Most importantly, the boys talk about diving, and get their happy ever after.

Beasts and Outlaws note: this fic is only on dreamwidth

Supernatural 145, 622 words

pairing: Dean Winchester/OMC

Why I wrote it: I’ve always wanted a paranormal fic that felt like it was set in the southwest, so I decided to write one cleverly disguised as a Supernatural AU.

Why you should read it: Where else are you going to get a fic with nagueles, rain gods, and the FBI? Also, Old Man Coyote makes a random appearance and Dean’s in love with a were-cougar.

And yes, I wrote a Hawaii Five-0 AU where I turned Chin into a were-leopard but its totally not the same thing😂

tagging: @itwoodbeprefect @simplyn2deep and @herveiwfromthefloor

#answered #goneahead fic #five recs #tag game

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satashiiwrites · 4 years ago

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Doing my best at hibernating this weekend so actually getting some writing output done. I’m making some progress on the next chapter of Outlaw but I’ve got some other fic ideas gumming up the works for getting anything done on AAT.

So Snippet Sunday from two different WIPs. Not exactly sure where we’re going with this first one....

From Untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 crossover, Buddie (Evan “Buck” Buckley x Eddie Diaz), McDanno (Steve McGarrett x Daniel Williams), other random characters borrowed from SWAT (TV series not movie)

Warnings for first draft

The low brrrr noise of a phone on vibrate ringing was irritating as Steve had set his phone down unattended on the corner Danny’s desk before leaving for a meeting with the governor about budgets and how 5-0 needed to at least make a show of pretending to have one. Steve didn’t need to leave his phone (that was why there was the silence feature) but after the last disaster during a meeting with the governor and the irritation the elected official had expressed at not having the commander of 5-0’s full attention, Steve had all but been ordered to delegate phone-sitting duties to someone else on his team for the duration of the meeting.

All scheduled two hours of it.

Lucky Danny had won that duty. He could, theoretically, interrupt said meeting if there was something of importance going on. Steve wanting a rescue was not a valid reason per the last email Danny had gotten from the governor’s chief of staff either.

So—no interrupting unless a major crisis was happening.

And now Danny was snatching at the phone as it vibrated it’s way off the edge of his desk to bounce on the floor and then skitter under his desk. It had startled him by actually going off as the rest of 5-0 was all in their office and no calls had come through dispatch for them all morning.

Not to jinx anything... but it had been a bizarrely quiet day thus far.

Danny would like it to remain so for once.

Just once.

Please for the love of god—just one quiet day where he didn’t get shot at, shoot at anyone himself, or have any interaction with medical personnel.

Swearing, he ended up on his hands and knees to retrieve the blasted piece of technology. By the time he wrapped his fingers around the handset, whoever was calling had hung up. Annoyed, Danny sat back on his heels and swiped to open the phone, inputting Grace’s birthdate which Steve used as his password because it was the same one that Danny used on his own phone.

The number wasn’t in Steve’s contacts but it was an area code he didn’t immediately recognize. There was a notification about a missed call but there was also a text message from the same number.

The message simply said “Call me Smooth Dog!”.

Arching one eyebrow, Danny wondered which skeleton was crawling out of Steve’s closet now. Mentally, he tallied all the former or current military members that Danny had been introduced to over the last several years and came up blank on who it could be. Civilians—like him—didn’t call Steve by the moniker Smooth Dog so it had to be someone he knew from when he was active duty.

Danny was debating whether or not to call this person back when the phone notified him that the number was calling again. Whoever was calling was either impatient or it was potentially an emergency and Danny should answer. Tapping on the green answer button, he raised Steve’s phone to his ear.

“About time you answered,” a husky male voice groused before Danny could say anything.

“Ahem. This is Detective Danny Williams on Steve’s phone. Who is this?”

There was a crackle of static that disrupted the silence on the other end. “This is the famous Danno?”

Huffing in irritation, Danny scowled and looked in the direction of Steve’s empty office. “This is Detective Danny Williams. Now who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

Laughter erupted over the connection. It was a nice, full-bellied sound and Danny tried his best not to get more annoyed—resolving to wait out whoever this was. “Smooth Dog talks about you all the time,” was said more clearly after a cough that poorly concealed more laughter. “Well if you have his phone... can you please tell Steve to call Hondo? Today?”

“Hondo? Like the John Wayne movie?”

“Yeah. Like the movie. Tell Steve it’s important—about his favorite nephew.”

“Nephew?” Danny was confused. Steve had a niece not a nephew. And while Charlie did tend to call him Uncle Steve, Danny was pretty sure it wasn’t Charlie that this Hondo was referring to.

“He’ll know what I’m talking about. Please make sure he understands it’s time sensitive.” Hondo now sounded dead serious and some urgency crept into his voice.

“Sure. Hondo called about his nephew.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it Danno.”

Danny’s teeth made a creaking sound he clenched them so hard. “Please call me Danny. Danno is what my daughter calls me.”

More laughter. “I’ll try to remember that Detective Williams,” Hondo at least attempted to sound more normal but the snort of laughter at the end wasn’t. With a “later” the other man hung up without giving Danny the opportunity to say anything further.

Pulling the phone away from his ear, Danny stared at it as if it had more answers in frustration.

“Hey Danny? Who was that?” Kono asked from the open doorway, her long hair sweeping over her shoulder as she leaned into his office.

“I’m not sure. Some buddy of Steve’s,” he muttered in response as he beckoned her in, still staring at the phone screen which had gone dark from no activity.

From The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss, Chapter XIV: Emily. Mayans MC, Sentinel/Guide AU. Miguel Galindo x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes, Miguel Galindo x Emily Galindo, Angel Reyes x Luisa “Adelita” Espinosa, Angel Reyes x Johnny “Coco” Cruz.

Warnings for first draft.

Frustrated.

Angry.

Scared—though less of that right now-now given she was at home and Nestor made sure she saw him and his team’s presence surrounding her like a layer of armor. The soft squeeze to her shoulder and the extra careful way Nestor made enough noise to let her know that he wasn’t sneaking up on her when she ensconced herself in the living room that had become her refuge the last week since the kidnapping and how he always seemed to be handing her a new cup of hot tea... Nestor had been the most supportive of anyone in this house.

Dita fluttered in and out, her mother-in-law’s own anxiety feeding into her fears and ratcheting them up instead of helping. The frown lines felt like they were becoming permanently etched between her eyes and her neck was tight with chronic tension that didn’t abate no matter how much she rubbed at it.

Suspicion. Her husband’s silence had created a space between them that seemed at times insurmountable yet she also resented it but didn’t do anything about it. Miguel should be here next to her but he also should be working to get their son back, out searching and the dichotomy made her both suspicious at his distance as well as grateful for it. Too many parts of her were at war with each other. She wasn’t being kind to her husband.

Worry, however, alternatively swamped her in waves. Worry for Cristobal. Worry about who else Los Olividados would target. Worry for her husband and his business and what he wasn’t telling her—what he was hiding from her. So much worry and stress making her fatigued and snappish, her nerves shot and her hands shaking around the mug of tea she clutched like a lifeline most days.

She hadn’t slept well since that night. Her dreams were haunted by half-remembered glances of homemade masks and the sound of gunshots. The smell of blood and the feeling of loose, broken asphalt under her hands and knees.

And ending up in the hospital?

EZ had been more of a comfort than her own husband. He’d come to see her as soon as she’d called and it had felt like slipping back into that old, comfortable place before he’d gone to prison.... like a comfortable old sweater.

Emily sighed, carding her hands through her loose hair and looked down at Cristobal who was asleep in her arms. Soft, sweat dampened curls moved in the air movement from the ceiling fan above them. She hadn’t let Dita or anyone else take him from her arms once she’d settled back into her nest. Miguel had gone out to some sort of mysterious business meeting and, upon returning had only checked in on their son before hiding back again in his office saying hardly a word to her.

He’d been distant. Cold. Unfeeling and unresponsive when she’d purposefully turned their son away from his hand when he’d reached out to caress his crown. He hadn’t fought with her and instead was keeping his distance despite how she knew he had to be wanting to hold his tesoro.

She was being unfair to her husband. She knew this... but she couldn’t stop her instinctual response of blaming Miguel for what had happened. And then he’d frozen her out after the hospital. No news. No updates. No indication of what was happening with their son.

And then he’d shown up with Cristobal in his arms today...and he’d had him for how long?

He hadn’t told her the moment he had their baby back... How could he be so cruel to her?

She might forgive Miguel—eventually. But for now? She needed to just be with her son and have some distance between herself and her husband. Distance so she could think. So she could try to soothe her jangled nerves.

Emily wasn’t kidding herself—she knew she’d hurt Miguel when he was already blaming himself for the abduction... but it wasn’t exactly inaccurate to say that if it hadn’t been for who Miguel was their son never would have been taken from her arms.

But he had gotten Cristobal back....

She sighed, resettling her son’s weight against her body.

#renamed snippet sunday #six sentence sunday #untitled 911/Hawaii 5-0 crossover #Outlaw/Cartel Boss #mcdanno #buddie #Former Seal Evan Buckley

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