#pairing: Steve/Danny

[sincerely-wyvern]

As he watched the reunion between Danny and Grace, realization struck Steve. 

He wanted that. 

He wanted them.

He wanted Danny and Grace Williams all to himself.

He wanted to come home to Danny and Grace every day, and he wanted to take Danny to bed every night.

“Steve, get over her,” Danny called, looking over at his partner and motioning for the man to join them.

As he walked over, Steve knew he would everything in his power to make Danny and Grace his.

[youngeditor1999]

Okay so I have never watched Hawaii Five-O but I saw your tags and you are telling me that they lived out the EO “I'd give you a kidney” promise?

YEAH, THEY SURE DID!!!!!!!! 🤩🥰🥺🥹😭🤧💗💓💞

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Before I go on, I gotta mention that the actual organ in question was a liver and not a kidney, but the fact remains that an organ is an organ all the same!!!

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Anyway...!!

This is a CANONICAL EVENT that took place during part two of the season six finale (officially episode 25)!!!!!!!!!!

I watched that Hawaii Five-0 episode the very first time it aired, back on May 25th, 2016 when I was 17 years old!!!!

It was-and still is!!-an absolutely monumental moment from Danny and Steve's relationship!!!!

Both episodes are completely BONKERS (as most Five-0 finales tended to be!!) and so filled to the brim with chaotic energy.

The thing that is the most important here/with this specific case is that when the doctor came out and said that Steve would need a new liver, all of the other Five-0 team members immediately volunteered, but Danny was the only one who said, "Take me, I KNOW that Steve and I have the same blood type."

So the doctor was all, "Alright, bet!" And began prepping Danny for the surgery!!!

Later at the very end of the episode, we saw the men recovering together in the same hospital room. 🥺🥹😭🤧🤩🥰💞💗💓

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In conclusion, Danny Williams and Steve McGarrett, aka McDanno are a ship that dreams are made of!!!!!

They have fantastic chemistry with each other, which of course is in part due to their actors, Scott Caan (Danny!) and Alex O'Loughlin (Steve!)!!!

The writers/producers/show runners gave us so much amazing content for them that a large majority of us fans see them as THE canon ship, even though they never kissed. 🥲

This pair constantly told each other "I love you" and were a true, more-than-work-buddies PARTNER to each other all the way through.

Danny and Steve are precious, special, and so (SO!!) important to me!!!!!!!!

The end of the series unfortunately did them so dirty, but I still miss them and their weekly on-screen gay love affair. 🥺😩🤧😔

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Thank you so much for sending me this message, thus letting me talk about one of my most favorite ships-and shows!!-of all time!!!!!!!

I will never be tired of talking about them and how very much in love they were!!!!

They are definitely one of my Forever OTP's and I hope one day, Scott, Alex and the rest of the cast do a mini-reboot of Hawaii Five-0, if only so Danny and Steve can FINALLY get the on-screen closure they very much deserve!!!!!!!!

[marvelrarepairbingo]

It’s a new year and a new round of Marvel Rare Pair Bingo as we kick off the spring with some really great submissions from all our great participants to check out under the cut. Round Two is turning out to be really exciting for us here on tumblr and over on our discord server, so if you’re looking to have a little fun and excitement in your life, there’s still time to sign up and join us or head on over to the discord to chat with all the other Marvel Rare Pair fans! We’re so excited to see what this year brings ahead for everyone. As you can see in the links below we’ve got a lot of great things happening already!

Title: Dance on fire as it intends Author: Wolfsheart Card: MRP-001 Square filled: N1: Getting physical: Touching, Hugging, Cuddling Pairing: Scott Summers/Thor Rating: M Warnings: No archive warnings Summary: After a night of partying in Asgard's palace, Scott wakes up in a strange bed with a surprise partner. He can't remember the night of passion he spent with Thor, but he realizes that he's not freaked out by this, and he hopes for a repeat performance. Word Count: 3373 (I forgot that this was actually for this bingo as well as the Scott Summers Bingo) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44786251

Title: Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis Author: Wolfsheart Card: MRP-001 Square filled: B1: Show Me/Teach Me Pairing: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Rating: E Warnings: None apply Summary: Tony Stark is still healing from the burns sustained from his snap that ended the Second Battle with Thanos, and he's going a little stir crazy. Everyone wants him to rest! Loving boyfriend Stephen Strange comes to the compound, and Tony expresses some concerns and proposes an idea to his skeptical boyfriend. Word Count: 14989 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44785741

Title: To eat that burning heart out of his hand Author: Wolfsheart Card: MRP-001 Square filled: Free Square, Halloween Adoptable prompt: 5. Weird neighbor has a secret Pairing: Stephen Strange/Kaecilius Rating: M (Mature mostly for depictions of dismemberment) Warnings: Shameless in-jokes/references to a variety of franchises within the story that make this a very cheeky fic and I fully expect to have eggs thrown at me. Some descriptions of dismemberment and violence. Summary: Dr. Stephen Strange, a well-respected and on the rise surgeon in a NYC hospital, settles into his posh apartment, interacts with neighbors, and generally lives his life without many emotional attachments. Until one day a new neighbor moves in right next door to him. Dr. Kaecilius is an impeccably dressed and sharp-witted psychiatrist and intrigues Stephen from the moment he moves in. After missing each other at earlier opportunities, they finally meet and become friends. One day, Stephen realizes there's more to their friendship than meets the eye. Word Count: 7009 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45231157

Title: A Mishap In The Lab Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: N5: A Mishap In The Lab Pairing: Bruce Banner/Loki Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, Lab Sex, Established Relationship Summary: Loki visits Bruce in the lab. It doesn't end as planned. Word Count: 881 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44115711 Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: N5: A Mishap In The Lab Pairing: Bruce Banner/Loki Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, Lab Sex, Established Relationship Summary: Loki visits Bruce in the lab. It doesn't end as planned. Word Count: 881 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44115711

Title: The warmth of a fireplace Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: N4: Cuddling under blankets at a fireplace Pairing: Mobius M. Mobius/Wong Rating: Gen Warnings: Established Relationship, Fluff Summary: Neither of them had felt like this before, but maybe they could figure it out together. Word Count: 518 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44133585

Title: Haunted Houses and other troubles Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: N3: Free Space Pairing: Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Warnings: Pre-Slash, Fluff, Cute Summary: Steve is protective, and Bruce decides he could use it to his advantage. Word Count: 946 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44174311

Title: Hiding The Hickeys Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: G5: Hiding The Hickeys Pairing: Bruce Banner/Quentin Beck Rating: Mature Warnings/Tags: Co-Workers to Lovers, Humor, Fluff, Implied sexual content, no actual smut described Summary: “You’re awake,” Quentin spoke, sounding a tad surprised. Bruce nodded in response, sitting and staring blankly, unsure what else to do. What was he supposed to respond? Before he could think more about that, though, Quentin spoke up again. “I’ll make breakfast. Unless you want to get the hell out of here instead.” The younger man sounded unsure and Bruce shook his head. “I’ll stay for coffee.” Word Count: 1578 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45849550

Title: The Horror Author: TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: G2 Pairing: Bruce Banner/Quentin Beck Rating: G Warnings: None apply Summary: Quentin obviously isn't scared. Word Count: 100 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45988993

Title: we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces Collaborator: shehungthemoon - tumblr | ella - discord Card #MRB009 Square Filled: I1: Sensual Touch As Communication Pairing: Ward Meachum/Danny Rand Rating: Teen Warnings: ×Post-Season/Series 01 ×Ward Meachum Deserves Like 6 Million Hugs ×Hurt/Comfort ×words words words. it's all about words. ×Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism ×References to Drugs ×Ward didn't but I had fun writing about Harold's deaths ×Established Relationship, drugs & alcohol Summary: “You’re really pretty when you smile,” Danny said, absurdly, insanely, oh-so gently. He brought a hand up and traced the crow’s feet by the corners of Ward’s eyes with his thumb. Ward felt so so ugly and laughed. Danny squinted, applied pressure to his eye socket. “Ward.” (He wanted Danny to press in as hard as he could. He wanted to hear a crack, see a yellow glow. And he wanted to feel it most of all.) Word Count: 3969 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44864428

Title: Dare Me to Wish Squares Filled: MRP-015, N5, Science and Magic Author: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Bucky Barnes Rating: E Tags/Warnings: Bucky engages in a sexual relationship with another variant of himself. Summary: When Bucky finds a special artifact on a mission with Steve, he’s drawn to the trinket with a longing that defies logic. The Winter Soldier is summoned, and Bucky comes face to face with a part of himself he’s not sure he knows how to handle. Half out of his mind, he allows the Winter Soldier to take over. Bucky’s not used to letting go of his control now that he’s escaped Hydra’s clutches, but this is one time he has no regrets. Word Count: 3240 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46629946

Title: Dare Me to Wish Squares Filled: MRP-015, I1, Image Bucky in Falcon and the Winter Soldier Author: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Pairing: What If Bucky Barnes/TFAWS Bucky Barnes Rating: T Tags/Warnings: Bucky kisses another variant of himself. Summary: Bucky Barnes is tired. After living for so long, escaping Hydra’s clutches, coming back from the Snap, and defeating Thanos, he really just wants to rest. Unfortunately, the Flag Smashers, John Walker, and Zemo stir up trouble. When Sam takes the mantle of Captain America, Bucky’s sure it’s time for retirement. Then, he’s called in for one more highly secret mission that threatens to upend his entire world. Word Count: 2740 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46641940

Title: One More Cup Of Coffee Author: Marvel_Kitten Card #: MRP-0025 Square Filled: B1: Movies, takeout, snuggles Pairing: M'Baku/James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: Mature Warnings: Coffee shop AU; exes to Lovers; getting back together; romantic fluff; non explicit sexual content Summary: One rainy afternoon in New York City changes everything for M'Baku. He's always known that James Barnes has his share of secrets. But if he wants to keep him this time, he'll have to keep his secrets too, and there's no telling where those secrets will lead. Word Count: Chapter 3: 1.7k Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40816416/chapters/112791409

Title: Eyes on You Author: Chaoticgardenbread Card #: MRP-029 Square Filled: I2: May I have this dance Pairing: Logan/Pietro Rating: Teen Warnings: May I have this dance Summary: he Maximoff twins find themselves working with Wolverine on their side hustle to retrieve Magneto’s helmet. While Quicksilver and Wolverine’s focus might be on the objective at hand, Wanda tries her best to figure out how exactly Logan, of all people, fits into their plan. Word Count: 3442 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44684683

Title: Steampunk AU Author/Artist: Chaoticgardenbread Card #: MRP-029 Square Filled: N2: Steampunk AU Pairing: Logan/Pietro Rating: Gen Warnings: N/A Summary: Steampunk AU Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/chaoticgardenbread/710943450578714624/drawn-for-the-marvel-rare-pair-bingo-square-n2?source=share

Title: I abandon myself to the glimpses of prior times Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: I5: Honey Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: Teen Warnings: Slice of Life, Baking, Domestic Fluff Summary: After a disastrous attempt to cook for Steve, Sharon and Bucky come up with a new idea to save breakfast. Word Count: 1676 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44227336

Title: Lay beside me, hide behind me Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: G3: Sam Wilson image prompt Pairing: Sharon Carter/Sam Wilson Rating: Gen Warnings: College AU, /University, Idiots in Love, Meeting the friends, Family Dinners, Social Anxiety, Misunderstandings Summary: Sharon’s stuck in New York for the holidays instead of being home for Christmas. She’s not in the mood, but when Sam proposes to go to a party his friends are hosting because he wants them to meet her, she realises that she doesn’t have to spend them alone. Word Count: 2207 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44423227

Title: Your place in Washington Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: N4: Touch starved Pairing: Sharon Carter/Maria Hil Rating: Explicit Warnings: Missing Scene, Light Dom/sub, Touch-Starved, Teasing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Orgasm Delay/Denial Summary: Maria pays Sharon a work’s visit. For Sharon, the work is her girlfriend. Word Count: 768 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44449882

Title: Would You Be The Alan To My Ellie? Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: Adopted “Hey we should do a couples' costume.” “But we're not a couple, though.” “We could become a couple?” Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson Rating: Gen Warnings/Tags: N/A, Banter, Acts of Kindness, Pre-Relationship Summary: After everyone else paired up thinking that he wouldn’t be interested in it, Bucky is decided to win the Avenger annual Halloween costume contest. He only needs to find 1) a partner, and 2) matching costumes. Word Count: 1722 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45550180

Title: Happy Bucky Day Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: I4: Hopelessly outnumbered Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes & Thunderbolts (MCU lineup) Rating: Gen Warnings: N/A, Team Bonding, Surprises, Birthday Party, Team as Family Summary: Bucky knows the Thunderbolts are up to something. For once, he doesn’t mind. Word Count: 1656 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45647839

Title: The Queen's Crown Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: free square Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Sylvie (Loki TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Drabble Sequence, First Meetings, Sex Pollen, Implied Sexual Content, Morning After Summary: Darcy meets Sylvie in a delicate point, and shows her she can be a trusted ally —maybe even more. Word Count: 800 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46375807

Title: It Isn't Me Anymore Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: 01: Soothing/healing touch Pairing: Yelena Belova & Ava Starr & John Walker Rating: Gen Warnings: Slice of Life, Queerplatonic Relationships, Domestic Fluff Summary: John cooks for Ava and Yelena, and they have an improvised date night at home; just another regular and amazing day in the little family they’ve created. Word Count: 1695 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46676344

Title: The Morn After Author: Blizzard_Fire Card: MRP-032 Square Filled: G3: Bruce and Thor Cook a Meal Together Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor Rating: Teen Warnings: Fluff, Morning After, Referenced drunk sex, referenced drunkeness Summary: After a night of Asgardian partying, Thor awakens to an empty bed. Bruce appears to have left, but perhaps he's closer than Thor realises... Word Count: 1396 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44144163

Title: Kiss of Death Author: Blizzard_Fire Card: MRP-032 Square Filled: I3: Skeletons in the Closet Pairing:  Hela/Valkyrie Rating: Mature Warnings/Tags: Enemies-to-lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, Blood/injury, alcohol, stitching a wound, past grief, knife/gun mentions, angst Summary: Val is an MI5 agent. Hela is the assassin she’s hunted for her entire career. Tonight, Death is in her kitchen. Word Count: 1612 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45668218

Title: Something Soft Is Starting Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: N5 - Candlelit Dinner for Two Pairing: Happy Hogan/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Rating: Teen Warnings: None Apply Summary: Set up on a blind date, Foggy finds himself surprisingly excited. What is there to lose after all? Worst case scenario he ends up with a good meal and Matt and Karen teasing him for a day or two. He doesn’t exactly plan for the best-case scenario though, which consists of curly hair he wants to try running his hand through as well as a cute personality that makes him feel fuzzy. Word Count: 3398 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44114230

Title: A Trick That Never Gets Old Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: O5 - Hopelessly Outnumbered Pairing: Loki/Clint Barton Rating: Mature Warnings: None Apply Summary: Loki’s determined to prove to Clint the nature of his different relationships. Ones that are founded on kind gentle touches like with his Mother, as well as those founded through rough housing like with his brother. Not so surprisingly the god’s love has no limits, leaving him preening at the kind of affection he’s come to receive in return. Maybe some he's come to enjoy so much he ends up in a situation that he isn't exactly ready to acknowledge. Word Count: 4318 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44114568 Title: Ain't That A Kick In The Head Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: N3 - FREE Pairing: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Matt's guilty of not exactly taking care of himself and doing bad things, even if in the name of good. He probably should care about all that a little more instead of flaunting though now that he has a loving boyfriend. More accurately a caring daddy that takes his well-being very seriously. Serious enough he is going to be feeling it for days. Word Count: 5859 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45469471

Title: The Words We Left Out Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: 034 Square Filled: G3 - Getting Drunk Pairing: Clint Barton/Tony Stark Rating: Mature Warnings: dysphoria and menstruation Summary: Clint and Tony had been skating the boundaries of something more, without so many words. At least serious words. Something that now is coming back to bite Clint in the ass at one of the most annoying times in his life. Although he isn’t exactly sure what to expect from it finally being out there, he knows he definitely wasn’t prepared for some heartfelt love confession. Word Count: 5796 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45747259

Title: The Jabari Experience Author: TheUltimateUndesirable Card #MRP - 034 Ship(s): Peter Parker/M'Baku Rating: E Squares: B2 | Playful Kinks Tags: PWP, Peter Parker is basically a slut lol Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Peter was prone to accidents. Usually not happy ones, but he was good enough at impromptu that he almost always was able to make them work to his favor. At least most of the time. Thankfully this accident was a rare and very happy one. One that was landing him with an experience that was going to be unmatchable. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45775636

Title: Here, Hold My Morals Author:  TheUltimateUndesirable Card #: MRP-034 Square Filled: I4 - Reunited with the Beloved Pairing: Tony Stark/Clint Barton Rating: E Warnings/Tags: Infidelity (between canon ship not Clint/Tony), Angst, Porn with Plot (because I hate myself) Summary: It’s been a lot to process, and he still isn’t entirely sure he knows how, but Clint is finally ready to start moving on. At least when it comes to the big picture. If Laura wants to keep cheating on him after he’d given his heart to her, just like everyone else, he can show her what it feels like. Assuming she has ever felt anything at all for him. At least if she did it might hurt a little when she walks out of the bedroom she’d just been sharing with Nat to Tony sucking on his cock like he made to be between his legs. Word Count: Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46081009 Title: Blowing A Wish Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card #MRP - 034 Ship(s): Loki/Clint Barton Rating: E Squares: B4 - Piercings Tags: PWP & Omegaverse Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Loki isn’t sure what his relationship is with Clinton now that he’s been an Avenger for a while. Whatever it is allows for them to regularly share their bodies together. Shamelessly and with enough desire that eventually the Alpha doesn’t even care if they are found out. A good thing since everyone was only separated from them by a door. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46198456

Title: Slicking Up Progress Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card #MRP - 034 Ship(s): Tony Stark/Clint Barton Rating: E Squares: O4 - Surviving the Apocalypse Together Tags: PWP & Omegaverse Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: With the world falling apart around them and nothing left to really do, Tony and Clint have hunkered down together. It’s left them in a state of limbo, where progress isn’t really being made in life itself. It’s hard to really do anything during societal collapse and without SHIELD. However it does give them time to build a relationship while they wait things out. One currently being expressed through the most intimate moments they can share alone. Whether it’s panic attacks or letting slick drip down his chin, it’s progress. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46196752

Title: Under The Moon As One Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card #MRP - 034 Ship(s): Tony Stark/Clint Barton Rating: E Squares: B1 - Image: Fireworks exploding in a heart shape Tags: Werewolf Tony PWP mating Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: It was a marriage of convenience if you glanced at it. Maybe an arranged marriage if you looked from a little further away. Up close though? The mating was hardly a burden when you’d fallen in love and had come to total peace with becoming a werewolf. Even if it meant getting stuck out under the full moon, knotted together with Tony like a cheap Twilight whore with a breeding kink. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46196569

Title: Surrounding Warmth Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card #MRP - 034 Squares O2 - Taking Care of Someone Pairing: M'Baku/Peter Parker/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Poly, Drabble Summary: Peter isn't used to the cold winters of Jabari Land yet, but luckily, he has two men that he loves willing to take care of him. Word Count: 819 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46558942

Title: Family By Fate Squares Filled: MRP-034: I5 - Piggyback Ride Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Pairing: M'Baku/Peter Parker/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Poly, Referenced Mpreg, Omegaverse Summary: Sitting back, Bucky takes a moment to appreciate the sight of his soulmate and their Omega bonding over their new baby. A hard task with their oldest daughter impatient as ever to play with the new addition to their family. Something that makes his heart melt with happiness, that he never expected to have. Word Count: 1244 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46604998

Title: Insufferable Mortal Boyfriends Squares Filled: MRP-034: B5 - Shopping Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark/Clint Barton Rating: M Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Humour, Poly, Implied homophobia, Implied mpreg Summary: Out pointlessly causing trouble, Loki uses the Midgardian's entertainment as time to mull over how much he loves the two of them and pretends not to be as smitten with them as he really is. It doesn't work out so well towards the end with a minor slip up that thankfully is side railed due to their insufferable behavior. Word Count: 1242 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46658032

Title: Different kinds of Love (chapter 2 - Classified) Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: Taking care of someone (I4) Pairing: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock Rating: Teen and up Audiences Warnings: alcohol Summary: Clint had a bad week. Matt comforts him Word Count: Story 2005, chapter 1381 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45897952/chapters/115582117

Title: Different Kinds of Love (chapter 4: New routines) Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O4-Moving in together Pairing: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock Rating: Teen Warnings: alcohol, top surgery, dysphoria Summary: Clint moves in with Matt and new routines develop Word Count: 984 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45897952/chapters/115697305 Title: Building a relationship (formerly: Different Kinds of Love) (chapter 7: Waffles) Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: N3-Free Space Pairing: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock Rating: Teen Warnings: alcohol, top surgery, dysphoria Summary: Matt and Clint have Waffles together, see someone Clint wasn't expecting and annoy Natasha. Word Count: 1969 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45897952/chapters/116485351

Title: Building a Relationship (formerly: Different Kinds of Love) (chapter 8: Jealousy) Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: G4-Someone needs a hug Pairing: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock Rating: Teen Warnings: alcohol, top surgery, dysphoria Summary: Clint has feelings. He tries to suppress them, but that doesn't work out quite as he hoped. Word Count: 4019 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45897952/chapters/116633713

Title: Best Birthday Ever Author: Sivan Card #: 039 Square Filled: I4: omegaverse/Finding the Perfect Alpha Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Scott Summers Rating: Explicit Warnings: none, Omegaverse, airplane sex, light angst, domestic fluff Summary: “You did it for me?” Bucky asked, and covered his omega with kisses. Word Count: 2298 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45649237

Title: Scent Mates Author: Jimothy Card: MRP-0041 Square filled: O5: Intense attraction Pairing: Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: ABO, Omega Peggy Carter, Alpha Steve Rogers, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Oral Knotting Summary: It should be impossible to catch her scent on the wind with their military-issued strength of suppressants but Steve is able to. And Agent Carter smells practically divine. He does all he can to ignore it, but a man is only so strong before everything comes to a head before Project Rebirth procedure tomorrow. Peggy only wants answers, too, as to why she can smell Private Rogers when it should be near impossible and how long can she ignore the fact that she can smell him. Or everything that falls into place after. Word Count: 3623 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/712085904058171392/scent-mates?source=share

Title: Have Your Cake & Eat It Too Author:  Jimothy Card #: MRP-041 Square Filled: G1: Making Someone Smile Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings: Birthday Smut Summary: When the Howling Commandos jeep breaks down on the way to their next destination, the only logical thing for Steve to do is to hoof it to Peggy. And just in time for her birthday. Word Count: 5868 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/714780316174336000/have-your-cake-eat-it-too

Title: Fic Author:  Jimothy Card #: MRP-041 Square Filled: B1: "Stay." Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: Mature Warnings: Unresolved Emotional Summary: Peggy tells herself each time would be the last, that they shouldn’t be doing this, that /she/ shouldn’t be doing this but the truth is, she can’t give Steve up. Word Count: 1171 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/715178607658565632

Title: Another Day In Paradise: Author:  Jimothy Card #: MRP-041 Square Filled: B3: Blood Loss Pairing: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes Rating: Teen Warnings: Drugged, Implied Rape Summary: Clint’s bad habit of attracting the wrong people catches up with him but lands him a hot nurse. Word Count: 1526 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/715255496984117248/another-day-in-paradise?source=share

Title: Buttercream Betrayal Author:  Kay / Kay2Es0 on AO3 Card #: MRP-043 Square Filled: G5: Birthday Party Surprise Pairing: Bruce Banner/Jane Foster Rating: Teen Warnings: Domestic Fluff / No Warnings Summary: Jane was dead set on not celebrating her birthday, which was precisely why Bruce was buying her a cake anyway. Word Count: 2647 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46500064

Title: They were very thorough Author/Artist: nolanfa Card #: MRP-045r Square Filled: N1 - Bucky Barnes Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Bruce Banner Rating: T Warnings: allusions to torture, one drunk person Summary: Bruce considers Drunk Bucky's decisions ill-advised. Drunk Bucky disagrees. Word Count: 1 video, 56 seconds Link: https://www.tumblr.com/nolanfa/710528969120890880/illustration-kinda-for-last-chance-to-feel-human

Title: Uniform Author/Artist: nolanfa Card #: MRP-045r Square Filled: G4 - Kitten Therapy Pairing: Bucky Barnes & kittens Rating: G Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, crack Summary: the reason Bucky's uniform has that many straps. Word Count: 1 digital art Link: https://www.tumblr.com/nolanfa/710542018280030208/the-winter-soldiers-uniform-must-be-the-most

Title: Drunk Hubris Author/Artist: nolanfa Card #: MRP-045r Square Filled: N1- Bucky Barnes Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Bruce Banner Rating: Teen Warnings/Major Tags: Drunk Bucky, Worried Bruce, Drunk person, vague references to (canon-typical) torture Summary: Bruce doesn't approve of Drunk Bucky's decision. Word Count: video, 56 seconds Link: https://www.tumblr.com/nolanfa/710528969120890880/illustration-kinda-for-last-chance-to-feel-human?source=share

Title: At Last I See Author: purpleicedteas Card #: MRP-048 Square Filled: N4 - Idiots in Love/Mutual Pining Pairing: WinterIron (Bucky/Tony) Rating: E Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Aging Summary: Tony needed reading glasses. God, wasn't he just twenty-six? Word Count: 2k Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46014307

Title: “Holiday Fling” Squares Filled: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051): N2, Day At The Beach Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: G Tags/Warnings: meet awkward, fluff, holiday fling, Summary: Darcy’s relaxing on the beach when a stray ball almost hits her. Word Count: 1294 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45507871

Title: Of Cats and Secrets Squares Filled: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051): G3, Secret Identity  Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: T for language Tags/Warnings: shapeshifting, magic, secret identities Summary: Brock reveals more than just a secret Word Count: 943 Link: https://ibelieveinturtles.tumblr.com/post/710951717350555648/of-cats-and-secrets

Title: Not A First Date (even if it feels like one) Squares Filled: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051): N3, Free Space Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: G Tags/Warnings: time travel Summary: Food, wine, good conversation... what else could you ask for on a first date? Oh yeah. S.H.I.E.L.D. Word Count: 1080 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38055907/chapters/114969652

Title: An Unchanging Situation Squares Filled: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051): N3, Free Space  Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: MCU Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: T Tags/Warnings: time loop, STRIKE, Summary: Strike raids the house of a collector of oddities with unexpected consequences. Word Count: 915 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45713866

Title: Wormhole Theory (Nexus Ch3) Squares Filled: DLBHQ Weekly Challenge:Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051): G5, Bucky Barnes Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes Rating: T for language Tags/Warnings: Notting Hill AU Summary: With Peter temporarily out of the shop, Bucky settles in to enjoy the peace and quiet. When a customer walks in it takes him a little while to realise she’s not just anyone. Word Count: 2012 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43963620/chapters/115855642

Title: part-time soulmates, fulltime problem Squares Filled: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051): N4, Finding home/family Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: MCU Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: T Tags/Warnings: soulmates, fantasy au, Summary: A lot can happen in twelve years. Darcy has temporarily taken over Lord Coulson's duties and has discovered that there's more going on in the world than she thought. Word Count: 1465 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18604348/chapters/116731627

Title: Demon Kings and Meddling Goddesses Squares Filled:  Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051): B2, Zany Scheme  Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: MCU Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: T Tags/Warnings: pre-relationship, demon king!Brock Rumlow, goddess!Darcy Lewis, goddess!Peggy Carter, crack Summary: Demon King Brock is tackling the filing when unexpected visitors arrive with a request: pretend to let the hero coming to kill him win. Word Count: 2234 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46531900

Title: The Oracle Club Squares Filled:  Marvel Rare Pair Bingo (MRP-051):N1, 1920’s AU - At The Speakeasy  Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: MCU Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: T Tags/Warnings: time travel, the Time Variance Authority, TVA Agent!Peggy Carter, TVA Agent!Steve Rogers, pre-Hydra Brock Rumlow, pre-SHIELD Brock Rumlow, mid-blip Darcy Lewis Summary: Steve's job as a TVA agent has taken him up and down the timeline, but he's about to get his first trip to the 1990's. Word Count: 2698 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46692808/chapters/117597142

Title: Every Little Thing She Does, Chapter 3: Let me lay beside you, darling… Author:  ChrissiHR Card #: MRP-052 Square Filled: G4 mad scientist Pairing: Darcy x Steve Rating: mature Warnings: BAMF Darcy Lewis, Love at First Sight, slowburn, witchy!Darcy, Drama & Romance, POV Steve Rogers, Established Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, Established Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson summary: Steve is charmed. Summary: Word Count: 2976 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30580796/chapters/114786199#main

Title: The Unexpected Visitor Collaborator(s): Muffin aka MuffinEngineer86 Rating: Teens and up Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson Genre: crack, humor Word Count: 1911 Summary: Darcy only wanted to have a lazy evening, reading some fanfiction on her couch. She just moved to the Upstate Avengers Campus. Sam’s evening wasn’t as lazy. He was talked into testing one of Tony’s new inventions or better improvements. It didn’t end well. Or maybe it did. Warnings/Triggers/ Major Tags: injury, mild jump scare, crashing, blood Additional Tags: Darcy reads fanfiction, Sam crashes, Bucky makes pizza, de-serumed Steve, tiny Steve, pizza dish, food off the floor, Sam thinks he would die, Natasha lives, Tony lives Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45767989 Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 2 Card No.: MRP-058 (Muffin) Square: B5 - Sharing a drink/food

Title: It’s a Party! Collaborator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 2 Card No.: MRP-058 (Muffin) Square: O5 - Alternative Reality / Universe Rating: Teens & Up Pairing / Ship(s): Logan Howlett & Morgan Stark, Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes & Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes & Sam Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Word Count: 862 Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, crack Summary: Logan brought the cake for Bucky’s birthday party and immediately got roped in the preparations by a young lady. Steve put a blindfold on Bucky, who complained. And Sam, he got accused of sabotage. Warnings/Triggers/Major Tags: blindfolds, mentioning of sabotage, teasing Additional Tags: everyone lives, annoyed Bucky, annoyed Sam, birthday, skinny!Steve, everyone thinks Sam wants the cake to burn Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46204081

Title: Climbing Through Windows Author:  Puzzle Card #: MRP-059 Square Filled: G5: Sneaking In/Out Pairing: Steve Rogers/Rebecca Barnes Rating: Gen Warnings: Pre-War, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Getting Together, Protective Bucky Barnes Summary: It's a little scandalous but Rebecca can't help herself. She needs to see Steve. Word Count: 896 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46674550

Title: Toast to Tomorrow Author:  sunalso Card #: MRP-060 Square Filled: G2- Consensual sex while tipsy Pairing: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons Rating: E Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: AU. In the No Vacancy verse, there might be zombies outside, but inside the Lighthouse the team is making it day-to-day and celebrating when they can. Sometimes there's even champagne involved, like when everyone is celebrating Fitz's birthday. Jemma has even better plans than a cake and drinks. A story in a world where your soulmate's touch turns your skin a rainbow of colors, and hope is always around the most unexpected corners. Word Count: 2517 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45615769

Title: Poor Pussy Author: sunalso Card #: MRP-060 Square Filled: N3- Free Space Pairing: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons Rating: M Warnings: alcohol Summary: During their final year at the Academy, Fitz and Jemma celebrate by having drinks with their classmates. A few beers make playing old children's games sounds like a good idea. Surely nothing at all will happen. Word Count: 2108 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45924457

Title: Aurora Author: MycroftRH Card #: MRP-0062 Square Filled: I5: Northern Lights, holiday adoptable substituted for I5, "speed dating" Pairing: Lorna Dane/Marcos Diaz Rating: Gen Warnings: n/a, Angst Summary: Lorna has followed fully in her father's footsteps - a path where Marcos can't join her. But she still shines for him. Every night he watches the sky in hopes of seeing the shining light of his North Star. Word Count: n/a Link: https://magnetos-dynasty.tumblr.com/post/711549811945553920/polaris-making-an-aurora-although-the-astute Title: Red and Green Author: MycroftRH Card #: MRP-062 Square Filled: G3 (being comforted through a panic attack) Pairing: Lorna Dane & Wanda Maximoff (platonic) Rating: G Warnings: panic attacks Summary: Lorna’s heart is beating so rapidly and desperately it shakes her body. No - the ground is shaking. No. It’s both. “Lorna, are you with me? Please.” (Lorna panics, and Wanda keeps her safe.) Word Count: 762 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45724570 Title: Take a hold of my hand (and come with me) Author:  SomeSortofItalianRoast Card #: MRP- 067 Square Filled: Free Square Pairing: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Road Trips, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Masturbation, Frottage, Only One Bed Summary: Or, Scott Lang joins Steve Rogers on his cross country road trip. Word Count: 9170 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46179067

Title: Ungodly Hour Author:  Mizz Card #: MRP-068 Square Filled: B2: College AU Pairing: SamSteve Rating: Mature Warnings: Ghost Sex (if that counts) Summary: Sam didn't mess with ghost. But there was a first time for everything. Word Count: N/A Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46685662/chapters/117578041

Title: Arctic Fervor Author: smutconnoisseur Card #: MRP-070 Square Filled: G2 | Mind-Blowing Blow Jobs Pairing: James 'Bucky' Barnes/Johnny Storm Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply. AU Canon Divergent, Dom/Sub, Explicit Sexual Content, Kinks, Unrequited Crush, Angst, inappropriate use of powers Summary: After a fight in mid-town, Johnny returns home after a shitty day, beaten, tired, and to an unexpected guest. "I don't remember giving you a key." "Forget who you're talking to?" Word Count: 2048 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46022542

Title: The Dark Path Author: Scottxlogan Card #: MRP131 Square Filled: N1: (an image of a dark forest with trees along a path which I have put to a mini art inspired by the prompt with the story included at the end of the story) Pairing: Morgan Stark & Rocket Raccoon & Groot Rating: General Warnings: Ficlet,Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Action/Adventure, Team Up, Short One Shot, Rescue Mission Summary: Rocket and Groot start off on a dark path with a special mission in mind. Word Count: 718 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44575384

Title: Mission Romance Author: Scottxlogan Card #: MRP131 Square Filled: I1: Carnival, G5: Hot Air Balloon Pairing: Steve Rogers/Emma Frost Rating: Teen Warnings: First Kiss, Secret Crush, Flirting, One Shot Summary: Steve and Emma are partnered up on a mission awaiting their next order, but before the order comes through Steve invites Emma to join him on a hot air balloon ride where things don't go entirely to plan. Word Count: 2202 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44596096

Title: Escape Plan Author: Scottxlogan Card #: MRP131 Square Filled: G:2 Fear of Heights Pairing: Tony Stark & Logan (X-Men) Rating: Teen Warnings: Escape, captivity, prison break Summary: Tony Stark is still alive and he's ready to find his way home. During his time in captivity, he's become friends with his new cellmate, a man named Logan, who has adamantium claws and a bad attitude. Together they find a way to break out of captivity and take their first step towards freedom. Word Count: 1661 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44596777

[krispyweiss]

Beat to Explore King Crimson’s 1980s Catalogue

- Crims Adrian Belew and Tony Levin to be joined by guitarist Steve Vai and drummer Danny Carey for fall tour

Former King Crimson guitarist and singer Adrian Belew and bassist Tony Levin formed a new band to perform Crimson’s 1980s catalogue.

Beat, which also includes guitarist Steve Vai and Tool drummer Danny Carey, will tour September to November behind songs from Crimson’s Discipline, Beat and Three of a Perfect Pair LPs. Crimson founder and leader Robert Fripp offered his “full encouragement and support” to the project.

“This is music to be played, engaged, reimagined, heard anew, chewed up and digested, and then - dropping all the banter, brouhaha, ballyhoo - rocking out,” Fripp said in a statement.

“Me, I’m totally psyched for this.”

As is Belew, who played nearly as important a role as Fripp in this era of Crimson.

“There are not enough exclamation points to express my excitement!,” he said in a statement.

Said Levin: “Revisiting some of my favorite music is a treat in itself, but in company of this stellar lineup, I expect to have my musical butt kicked.”

Ticketing info here

4/6/24

[conradrasputin]

[microsuedemouse]

Juliett: I like this place! no tedious office romances.

Tani: ................... 8) ?

and then Juliett assumes that the awkwardness is about Tani and Junior and Tani's just like, yeah, it's probably easier to confess to that than try to explain Steve and Danny.

Tani also teases about there being tension between Juliett and Magnum, and like two scenes later she and Lou are agreeing that Juliett and Magnum bicker exactly the same way Steve and Danny do.

[nickfowlerrr]

wanna feel you

pairing: any bearded man you’d like x curvy!reader

warnings: not edited. 18+ only. smut smut smut.

words: 1558

notes: i couldn’t decide between bucky or eddie brock or danny sharp or august walker or nomad steve and the list just goes on lol so i left it open for you to imagine who you’d like. thank you in advance for reading! as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. hope you enjoy. 🖤

“…I wanna feel your beard between my thighs.”

The smirk that curves his lips has you swallowing hard as he slowly turns his head to look at you. His eyes are dark already, hooded and heavy as his tongue slips out to wet his lips. He’s staring now, gaze fixed as he considers you.

“What was that?” he asks, voice low and gravely with lack of use. Your feet are in his lap as you lay on the couch, back propped up against the arm rest as he sits in the middle.

His hand has been resting on your calf and now it slips teasingly higher up your leg.

You don’t repeat yourself, but your breath hitches as his touch lights you up; your hips twitching of their own accord as your already building desire grows tenfold.

You gasp as you’re suddenly jolted, his hand gripping your leg hard as he yanks you down closer to him. Your eyes are wide, mouth agape as he pulls you.

Your ass is nearly in his lap before he turns himself over you, trapping you beneath him with ease. He lowers himself closer you, you’re face to face as his piercing gaze freezes you in place. A thrill runs through you at the glint of heat in his eyes, at the heat of his body over yours, and your walls clench around nothing as you fidget beneath him; your thighs rubbing against themselves.

“I said,” he breathes hotly, his nose trailing along your cheek, “what did you say?”

His voice is hard and laced with tension and your lashes flutter as you feel him grind himself into you. Your hand finds his hair as his lips trail your neck.

You’re caught up in the feeling of his lips on your skin, so much so that you’re completely caught off guard when his teeth graze the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Ah,” it’s a pitiful gasp as your eyes squeeze and you lean up into him, tugging on his hair.

“I’m not gonna ask you again,” he warns against your throat.

“I-,” you eke out, “I wanna feel your beard…”

He nuzzles against you, tickling you with his facial hair and you can feel his smirk once more against you as he kisses you.

A small moan leaves you as he grinds into you again and you spread your legs further for him.

“Finish that thought,” he encourages, rolling his hips, his hard cock straining against his pants and rubbing against your lightly covered core.

“Wanna feel your beard,” you repeat, biting your lip through a deep, heady sigh as he grinds into you harder, “between my thighs.”

A rumble rolls from deep inside his chest as his hands rove down your body, fingers finding the waistband of your thin cotton shorts. He’s attacking your neck as you wiggle and whine beneath him.

“Mhm, so I did hear what I thought I heard,” he teases, “You know all you gotta do is ask.”

He pulls your shorts down and you help him get them down your thick thighs before he discards them to the ground.

His fingers graze along your cunt and the moan that escapes him makes you feel even hotter as a desperate whine leaves you.

“So fucking wet already. This all for me, huh?” He husks, that taunting lilt tainted by the barely restrained desire dripping off his words.

He plays in your wetness before dragging his touch up to your sensitive clit, rubbing you deliciously, perfectly pressured circles winding you higher as he nips and mouths at your chest.

You groan in your growing impatience and you should have known better than to do that when he slaps his palm sharply against your dripping pussy. “Ah, fuck!” you groan again, yet you still find yourself rolling your hips up into his touch.

“Don’t get an attitude,” he tells you darkly. His finger leaves your clit before he slips the digit into your tight hole. “I’m still waiting for you to ask.”

“Please,” you whine, “can I feel your beard between my thighs? Need to feel you between my thighs, please, god, please,” you throw your head back into the cushion, fingers threading in the strands of his hair; desperate to urge him down.

“Just between your thighs?” he eyes you from where he now lays between your legs after moving down your body.

“You know what I mean!” you nearly growl.

His returning, amused chuckle warms you and irritates you in the same breath. “I don’t know that I do,” he kisses your inner thigh, hands kneading your hips down to your thighs. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“Don’t tease me,” you groan.

“Tell me what you want.”

It’s a simple thing. Just tell him and you know he’ll give you exactly what you want... And yet heat still floods every inch of you as the words run through your mind.

His lips trail your inner thighs and he gets closer and closer to where you want him with every brush - but not close enough. You know he won’t until he hears what he wants from you - and as his beard tickles your cunt as he kisses particularly close to your need, your shyness can’t hold you back any longer.

"Want you to kiss me,"

Another kiss dangerously close to your wetness...

"Where?" he rumbles headily, already getting drunk on your cunt, doing everything in his power to not bury his head between your thighs and devour you the way he wants to.

"Kiss my pussy," you mewl softly, your embarrassment at your lewd words still nipping at you despite the want driving you.

The smile on his face is entirely distracting as his eyes twinkle with dark delight of his own.

It's not a second later that you feel his lips on you as he kisses your dripping pussy, sloppy and messy and all consuming. Your hips lift of their own accord before his hands come to your hips, holding you down as he eats you out.

You're a mess of moans and whimpers as his tongue slips past his lips and he licks your cunt up and down and up again before his lips kiss your clit, unexpectedly soft and earning a gasp from you as you pet his head before raking your nails through his hair.

"This what you wanted, angel?"

"Mmmmmhm," you moan your affirmation, drunk on his touch as he smiles again.

"Taste so fucking good," he groans before burying his head back into your pussy. His tongue works you higher and higher as he nuzzles into you and allows you to grind up into his face as your hips work into his touch.

His strong arms suddenly wind around your hips and pull you closer into him. You can't seem to control your voice as his beard scratches against your delicate skin in the most pleasurable way.

Every sound that comes from you only seems to spur him on and when his lips suck on your clit once more, the tensing of your thighs, the way your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, how your fingers pull his hair, the way your voice squeaks out with your ragged breathing - he knows you’re seconds away from coming completely undone. He can’t fucking wait. But he knows exactly what you need to get you over the edge.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue, I wanna taste you,” he simpers as you moan wantonly at his words, toes curling. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Let go for me, let me have it, baby. Come on,” he coaxes easily. You’re blinded by the orgasm that overtakes your entire being, the coil in your lower belly finally snapping as ecstasy washes over you and silent cries fall from you as he simultaneously sucks your clit back into the warmth of his mouth as his tongue plays with it while he suckles, side to side and circles over and over as you come hard for him, just like he asked.

You’re a mess of your orgasm and it takes him a little while to finally let up on you, but eventually he does. He pulls away, his beard covered in your juices as he licks his lips. His eyes somehow even darker now as he looks up at you - his want undeniable in his gaze, and as he moves back up your body, undeniable straining beneath his pants.

You’re face to face again, breathing heavy as you still try to recover from your orgasm. Your hands come to hold his face as he leans in and you can taste yourself on his tongue as he kisses you hotly.

You murmur into his mouth as he grinds himself against your slick pussy again - the material of his pants against your sensitive cunt causing you to cry out for him. You grasp onto him as you pull him closer, “Please,” you pout up at him.

He smiles down at you, a breathless laugh leaving him. He nuzzles into your neck again, his beard tickling you the way you love so much, as he kisses from your jaw down your throat and back up again. His lips are by your ear as your hands roam his back.

“Don’t worry,” he assures you, “we’re not done just yet.”

[steventhusiast]

STWG prompt 20/4/24

prompt: accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

pairing/character(s): steddie

i somehow wrote 1.8k... enjoy

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Steve doesn’t think he’s ever been this distracted by a customer before at work. He’s just so… hot. Like, the usual customers he serves are rich and well-dressed, sure. But they’re businessmen well-dressed, and that can’t even begin to describe this particular customer. He’s been calling him Hot Guy in his head for the past thirty minutes.

Hot Guy is in a suit, yes, but that’s not even the best part of this man’s look. The suit’s all black and hugs his waist deliciously, but it’s everything else that has Steve practically drooling where he stands by the bar, waiting for his next round of drinks to be made. Hot Guy looks a little less pristine and perfect than the usual businessmen; his hairs up in a messy ponytail, strands of a fringe framing his face, and he has beautiful silver earrings on and an expensive looking chain around his neck. And every time he moves just so, Steve gets to see a peek of a tattoo on his chest as his half-unbuttoned black shirt moves. Gorgeous…

“All ready for you, Steve.”

He’s snapped out of it by the bartender on shift, and looks at the bar to see, oh yes, all of his drinks are ready. He offers the bartender a smile and a thank you, and gets to balancing them on his serving tray.

See, he can get a little distracted by hot customers, but he can’t be seen as a slacker. He cannot afford to lose this job.

He and Robin finally were able to move to Chicago four months ago, and it took him three months (and a good chunk of his emergency savings) to find a job as a waiter at some restaurant. It’s not even a particularly nice job. Sure, the restaurant is fancy as hell, and the customers tip really fucking well, but the pay leaves much to be desired. Like, a usual customer (rich) tips him more than he gets paid for a whole shift! And he’s not complaining about the tips, per say, but when the restaurant’s clientele can tip that much… surely the restaurant can afford to pay their workers a decent wage!

Just as he manages to balance the drinks on his tray, he notices his newest co-worker, Danny, fiddling with his own collection of drink glasses. Danny looks awfully shifty as he glances over his shoulder at a table and then takes a small sachet out of his pocket, tears a corner and pours it into one of the wine glasses.

Steve’s eyes narrow at the action. What the fuck?

Over the last week of Danny working at the restaurant, he has thought him to be unpleasant at best and suspicious at worst. The one time Steve tried to make conversation with him, just asking where he worked before there, he got a glare and a clipped comment about not getting personal. Now that he thinks about it, Steve doesn’t even know Danny’s last name.

He watches Danny pick up the tray, do a final glance around the restaurant (either not perceiving Steve as a threat or not seeing him stood five feet away), and walks toward the table area.

And he’s not saying Danny would poison a customer. He’s not saying that, because that is insane. But. What’s the alternative? That Danny got a request to put, like, powdered vitamins in someone’s drink? It’s just shifty that’s all!

And, like he said, he can’t afford to lose this job.

That includes if it gets shut down for becoming a murder scene. Or him accidentally abetting a murder by not doing anything!

What does he even do? He’s going to look genuinely insane, whether he's right or wrong.

Danny reaches a table (it’s the table Hot Guy is seated at) with his tray, and plasters on a customer service smile as he starts dishing out the drinks. Steve keeps an eye on the (possibly) tainted wine glass as Danny puts it down in front of- in front of Hot Guy. Shit.

Steve’s heart starts speeding up as he watches Hot Guy pick up the wine glass, inspecting it and giving it a little swirl before starting to lift it, and- fuck it.

Steve bolts over to the table, definitely knocking over another server’s tray as he goes, and has to shove the wine glass out of Hot Guy’s hand to stop whatever’s about to happen.

The liquid splashes onto Hot Guy’s chest (Steve hopes the poison isn’t, like, corrosive), then the glass shatters to the floor, and Steve’s left heaving as he catches his breath. Not from the exercise, but from the adrenaline rush. Because Steve is- oh god, he’s in Hot Guy’s lap.

He scrambles to stand up, cheeks bright red, and chances a glance at Danny. On the surface, Danny looks shocked and apologetic to the rest of the businessmen at the table, but Steve sees his right eye twitch and his ears start to tint red. Okay. So. Even if he looks crazy, maybe he made a good move.

He looks back toward Hot Guy only to find that he’s already being watched with an inquisitive gaze. The man still has his hand held up like he’s holding the wine glass still, and he has one (perfectly manicured) eyebrow raised at Steve. Steve feels his cheeks heat up even more under his attention.

“I am so sorry, sir.” Steve finds himself blurting out, but Hot Guy just shakes his head at him, oddly calm.

“I’ll get you another drink, Mr Munson.” Danny says, giving Steve a pointed glare before walking away.

Hot Guy- No. Mr Munson looks like he’s about to say something, but Steve needs to get him somewhere he can tell him what happened away from other people and before Danny tries it again, so he boldly puts a hand on the man’s shoulder. The possibility of looking crazy be damned.

“Let me help you get cleaned up, sir.”

Mr Munson considers him for a moment more, and then nods. Maybe he sees the frantic, anxious look in Steve’s expression, or maybe he just wants to yell at Steve outside of the view of his assumed co-workers.

"I'll be right back. Don't talk business without me." Mr Munson addressed his table before following him off.

Steve leads him to the customer toilets, and then takes him to the staff hallway just behind them. Mr Munson’s eyebrows raise at that, and at the serious expression on Steve’s face.

“Sir, I’m so sorry for that, but I… This is going to sound insane, but I think my co-worker poisoned your drink.”

He levels Mr Munson with a serious expression as he speaks, trying to negate the craziness of what he’s saying by showing he’s not joking. Through doing so, of course, Steve also gets the chance to get a better look at Mr Munson’s face, which is just… like he said earlier, gorgeous. And that’s not even talking about the deep brown of his eyes.

Mr Munson doesn’t even flinch at Steve’s words, just looks down at the wine on his shirt with a vague look of disgust.

“I see.”

He doesn’t sound surprised. What the fuck? Who is this man?

“You don’t seem shocked.” Steve finds himself saying, and then his eyes widen and he smacks a hand over his mouth, “Ignore me! I don’t want to get involved in any, um. Not crimes. I’m going to stop talking now.”

As he keeps talking, Mr Munson’s face contorts into an amused smile, and his gaze wanders over Steve’s form, then back up to his eyes. When Steve’s done rambling, the man laughs.

“No. I’m not shocked.” Is all Mr Munson says, “But unfortunately, you are involved now, sweetheart.”

Steve feels the colour drain from his face at the words and the serious tone Mr Munson speaks them in, but before he can even squeak (or scream) in response, the Staff Only door slams open, and Steve is greeted with two pistols pointed at him.

Then he squeaks. And puts his hands up in a surrender position, even though the two men glaring at him don’t look like police officers. They’re wearing suits, like they’re customers of the restaurant. And they completely ignore Steve in favour of scanning over Mr Munson.

Holy shit. What the fuck is his life? Robin will never believe him when he gets home. If he gets home.

“Put the guns down, boys.” Mr Munson says from beside Steve, and then (gently) puts his hands on Steve’s arms to push them back down to his sides, “No need for all that, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, Eddie. We thought- you just disappeared, and we heard glass shattering, so-” One of the gunmen says, stumbling through his words slightly.

“We thought you’d been kidnapped. Again.” The other says, looking unimpressed.

Eddie rolls his eyes, and Steve notes how he hasn’t removed his hands from him yet.

“I’ve been told that- sorry, sweetheart, what’s your name?” Eddie starts, maintaining eye contact with Steve only.

Sweetheart. Kill him now. How is his dick still working in these conditions, and why is 'sweetheart' doing it for him? Maybe it's more to do with Eddie himself than the word...

“Steve.” He squeaks out.

“Right. Steve, here, thinks my drink was poisoned by his co-worker. He’s the culprit for the glass, and this,” Eddie gestures to his wet shirt, “and then he took me here to clean me up.”

“What’s the name of this co-worker?” One of the gunmen ask Steve, voice intense, and when Steve just blinks at him he takes a step forward like he’s about to put a hand on him. Steve can’t help his flinch in response.

Which Eddie apparently feels, given the way he tsks at his men and takes a step back, pulling Steve with him.

“No threatening my possible saviour, Jeffy. This isn’t an interrogation.”

“His- His name’s Danny. I don’t know a last name.” Steve says finally, and gulps when Eddie rubs his thumbs back and forth where his hands are still on him.

“Good boy.” Eddie says softly, and Steve can’t help the shudder that runs through him.

Okay. It's confirmed. Apparently being mildly traumatised by guns doesn’t stop him from getting horny. Good to know. Hopefully Eddie doesn't notice how red he's gotten again.

Eddie finally lets go of him to step toward his men.

“You heard the man. Gareth, go get a sample of the wine that spilled on the floor and figure out if Stevie here is right, and Jeff, go tell everyone else who we’re looking for and find Danny.”

The two gunmen leave with their orders, and Eddie turns back to Steve. He’s looking at Steve with that intense gaze once again, eyes dragging down to his beat-up Reeboks and back up to his dishevelled face.

“Now, how can I reward you for probably saving my life, sweetheart?”

[aliidarling]

danny johnson with friendly!survivor

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

— headcanons

nsfw / sfw content below!

imagine danny seeing you for the first time, dressed in a cute black dress with black uggs, your hair with a bow in the back. his first thought is how the hell can you run in those furry boots? they must get mud all over them.

he’s at first drawn by you, your beauty, innocence, and how you’re so god friendly. it’s nerve wracking, how each time he pairs up with you, you don’t hesitate to greet him with a hug. he feels a little possessive, wondering if you do this with other killers. he asks around and they all tell him you’re scared of them, how you run off immediately and how you stick to gens.

he feels prideful at that. you were comfortable around him, safe even. if he wasn’t such a deranged lunatic maybe he’d ask you out like a normal gentlemen, but whenever he sees you he’s caught inbetween two worlds.

imagine danny seeing the other survivors take advantage of your purity, asking you to sacrifice yourself and unhook others, always blaming their generator blasts on you. one time he even witnessed them slamming a pallet in your face, and at that moment he swore he would all gut them and send them up into the entity.

his pretty princess didn’t deserve this treatment. you deserved to get pampered and massaged, get your cute little face rubbed and kissed, not whatever the hell this is.

safe to say, none of the other survivors made it out that round. you, on the other hand, escaped unscathed through the hatch with a kiss on the forehead.

imagine danny witnessing you coming into the match with a tiny pajama set, matching with all your fellow survivors. you have a black oversized tee shirt on that hugs your chest and accentuates your curves(he swears he’s not a creep, he just notices things easily..). your shorts weren’t any better, shaking off that soft skin of yours that glowed. he would rather die then to see that pretty skin all bruised and bloody.

he can quite literally melt into a puddle as he notices what’s on your shirt. it’s a graphic design of him slashing, with his name written in a flashy red font. the entity must of noticed his obsession with you, because no way this was a coincidence. he had never been more happy. he was definitely gonna make sure to give the entity some more sacrifices as a little thanks.

imagine danny slowly becoming more and more obsessed with you, a small crushing turning into a massive obsession over the span of a few months. he can’t breathe with you, can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t do anything. he starts to sneak into the survivors camp just to take photos of you, snapping you in every angle he can get. he thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world.

whenever he sees someone interact with you while he’s doing his usual stalking he finds himself becoming so angry. why were you entertaining them? you were his good girl, not that dick steve’s or sweet boy dwight’s. his.

half of his bedroom is a mess, cluttered with random little miscellaneous he found throughout the forest of his realm. his house is small and rusty, a little cabin in the woods he stays in outside of trials, where he spends all his time thinking about you. just you. under his bed is a blood red box he hides, full of polaroids of you, some pieces of clothing he managed to snatch off your figure, even some of your missing objects you hadn’t seen in months.

did i mention he loves to break into your cabin?

imagine danny snooping through your small room while you’re out in a trial, shoving his nose into your business and sniffing everything. he goes through your closet, dressers, under your bed, even tries prying open the floor boards. he wants to analyze every part of you and understand how you work, how you function, how that tiny brain of yours thinks.

he can’t help but laugh when he finds your collection of bows and your girly objects. he doesn’t know how you’ve managed to have make up and hygiene products in this realm, but your dresser has them. no wonder he’s so obsessed with sniffing you, you have that sweet aroma of sweet goods and vanilla sweets that’s coming from your perfumes.

nsfw content below!!

imagine danny whisking you away whenever you both are matched up, taking you into one of the rooms in the myers house. he’s quick to push you down onto the rugged mattress and pull your tiny dress up, grinding his hips against your round butt. he cherishes your sweet little moans, how your eyes roll back.

he loves to tug at you, taking his mask off at times to bite and kiss you. you were the only person he’d let see him without it, especially in such a vulnerable moment. he would take advantage of his access to your butt and give it bites, leaving literal red marks on your butt. your loud squeal and annoyed glare is what amuses him and makes him keep doing it.

imagine danny holding you by your waist, his large hands that were undoubtedly covered in your friends blood grippijg you tightly as he rubbed his tip up and down your wet hole. he relishes in the fact he makes you so wet. he doesn’t have to do much, he can rub you and give you a little kiss and you’d be begging for his cock like a needy whore. he’s loves that about you, you’re easy. only when it comes to him, though.

imagine danny humming in relief as he finally slides himself deep inside you, bottoming out in one thrust. his hips snap against you as he focuses on how tight you are around him, how warm you are around his cock. he could not give a fuck about any of the survivors running around like mice, doing generators and opening chests, not knowing one of their fellow survivors were being slutted out and fucked nice n deep like the good girl you are. “shhhh,” he whispers gently, petting your face. your sweet cries make him harder.

imagine danny having you bent over one of the vaults, your head sticking out on the other side as you moan like a dumb girl, tongue sticking out. his hand is in your hair, tugging at it gently as he rolls his cock into you. he knows you’re in a position where anyone could walk across the two of you, but that only makes him more needy for you, more eager to fuck you hard.

he teases you a lot, making fun of you and giving you small jabs each time his fat tip hits your cervix. he listens to each noise you make, wanting to inhale your words. he was obsessed with every part of you, from your head to toes, your insides to outsides.

imagine danny having his days where he’s so pissed off. all four survivors escaped, and he can’t even count the amount of times he got a pallet slammed in his face. he’s quick to sneak into your cabin and push you down onto your bed, not caring about your confused pleas and dumb words about getting caught. he ignores everything you say, pulling your pants off and pulling you forcefully into a face down ass up position.

ramming his cock in your unprepared hole was one of the best feelings in the world, other then gutting his victims. your cries into your pillow are silenced as he keeps a hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp subtly. his other hand holds you down as he batters your pussy, groaning and letting dirty phrases slip out of his mouth. a part of him feels bad for being so mean to you, you’re just a sweet girl, so pretty and innocent— you don’t deserve this, no, you deserve to be fucked gently and kissed, but that doesn’t matter right now. right now he needs a tight hole to fuck his anger into.

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 2

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[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 3: Best Friends

Word Count: 893

Rating: G

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: Language

Summary: Part of the As You Wish universe! A conversation between kids leads to an interesting conversation between Eddie and his former bandmates.

@corrodedcoffinfest

[As You Wish masterlist]

There isn’t a cloud in the sky, giving the sun plenty of opportunity to smile down on the Fourth of July Barbeque you and Eddie are throwing. This is the first time you’re hosting a party in your new house and it’s going pretty well, if you do say so yourself. 

The worst of the day’s heat had burned off and Eddie just lit the grill to get it all warmed up and ready to go. He closes the lid and makes his way back over to the outdoor table that his old bandmates are all sitting around. 

It wasn’t often that they all got to get together since everyone had their own lives and families these days, but it made those rare times all the more fun.

“Should be ready soon,” Eddie says as he plops back down in his chair. The hot concrete of the patio is too much for his bare feet, so he picks them up and rests them on one of the supportive bars under the table. From where he’s seated, Eddie can see through the cutout window on the back door, into the kitchen where Max and Gareth’s wife, Tammy, are getting all the food ready to be brought outside. 

Eddie would be the one doing most of the grilling, but Max insisted on grilling the corn on the cob because Eddie was notorious for burning it. 

“How was the drive up here?” Frank asks Jeff before taking a sip from his beer can.

“Not bad,” Jeff says with the shake of his head. “Most of the traffic was going the other way. Guess not many people were coming into Hawkins for Fourth of July.”

Just as Eddie is about to remark on the fun Fourth of Julys they’d had as teens in Hawkins, a small voice whines from the ground next to him.

“Theo!” Danny Harrington huffs, dropping the piece of green chalk he was coloring on the concrete with. “Luke said I could draw the tree!”

“You can draw one here,” Luke says, leaning closer to the younger boy and pointing to a blank space on the patio. 

“Don’t be such a baby,” Theo says to his brother.

“Theo, be nice,” Eddie scolds his nephew. 

Steve is over at the kiddie pool, kneeling by its side while his daughter Mia, three-year-old Tiffany Sinclair, and Jeff’s five-year-old son Brian splash around. Nancy is on the other side of the yard, playing cornhole with you, Ryan, Natalie, Jeff’s oldest daughter Candace, Gareth’s daughter Lynna, and Frank’s girlfriend Sara. Eddie knew they’d thank him for squashing a potential squabble between their boys had they heard it.

The eldest Harrington boy sighs. “Danny’s just mad ‘cause Luke is my best friend and not his.”

“I said you’re both my best friends,” Luke says, not looking up from the drawing of a fish he was etching. 

“I think you can only have one,” Jeff’s middle child, seven-year-old Jasmine, says, scanning through the pieces of chalk to determine what color she should use next. 

“That’s not true,” Luke says, finally pausing his drawing. He lets the orange slab of chalk roll out of his hand and turns his body to look at his father. “Daddy, your best friend is Uncle Steve. But he wasn’t your best friend in school, right?” Luke didn’t wait for his father to confirm. “Who was your best friend in high school?”

“Yeah, Eddie,” Gareth says, a playful smirk growing on his face as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Who was your best friend in high school?”

Eddie takes a swig of his beer before responding.

“Didn’t you hear what my boy said? Can have more than one.”

“I bet it was my daddy,” Jasmine says absentmindedly as she continues her drawing. 

Her comment makes Frank and Gareth chuckle.

“Aww, Jazzy! You don’t think I was Uncle Eddie’s best friend?” Gareth asks the little girl. 

“No.”

Her bluntness makes all four men at the table laugh, and Frank has to cover his mouth to avoid spitting out his beer. 

“Who was it, Uncle Eddie?” Theo asks. 

The three other former Corroded Coffin members look at Eddie with expectant faces, amusement gleaming in each of their eyes. 

Eddie wasn’t used to being the one to answer questions as their former DM—he was the one who told them what was what back then. 

“Nancy,” Eddie finally says. His asshole friends were having fun messing with him, then he was going to take the wind out of their sails. “Nancy was my best friend in high school.”

“No, she wasn’t,” Danny says knowingly.

Jeff, Gareth, and Frank bust out in laughter when the six-year-old calls their friend’s bluff.

A sigh falls from Eddie’s lips, and he drops his head forward in defeat. 

“Oh, it’s alright, Eddie,” Gareth says, leaning back in his chair once more. His fingers wrap around the neck of his beer bottle and as he brings it up towards his mouth he adds, “We all know your best friend was O’Donnell.”

Jeff throws back his head and cackles in laughter while Frank’s rumbling laugh goes on so long that it turns into a coughing spell. 

Eddie shakes his head and rolls his eyes skyward. 

“You know,” Eddie says, voice dripping in sarcasm, “it’s such a shame we all don’t get together more.”

[underoossss]

Breath of Fresh Air - S.H

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings: none

an: *deep breath* hi guys, I'm back with a blurb to get back into writing steve and finish a couple of longer fics I abandoned bc life got in the way. I hope you like this, and enjoy a wonderful steve harrington being wonderful when you get overwhelmed at a party. Let me know what you think!

It's always been funny to you that no matter what house the party is at, you always end up talking to people in the kitchen. Even in your own apartment, the deepest conversations and funny moments you've lived have been surrounded by the smell of something sizzling on the stove or fresh coffee being brewed in a mokapot. That's not the case right now, as the smell of someone smoking in the hallway and the thrumming of the bass coming from the living room are what stand out the most.

You don't usually come to parties, but sometimes when Steve's or your friends invite you to one you decide to indulge them and go even if it's only for a short amount of time. Which is why you find yourself in Danny Frindman's home, Steve by your side, as Danny retells an anecdote from earlier that day.

It's been a couple of hours since you arrived, and the crowd's only gotten bigger; you can't really be surprised, Frindman's a very sociable guy. Ask anyone on the street about him, they know who he is. It's like asking someone about Steve Harrington, it's a very known name where you live. But where Steve's known for his ridiculous good looks, Frindman's known for his outgoing and chatty personality –he'll talk to a brick wall and it will talk back.

Steve's presence next to you is reassuring, with his hand in your back pocket all night long, you've felt safe in the otherwise loud and crazy environment of the house. His warmth and spicy scent of his cologne are familiar and soothing in the sea of unknown people and it helps you calm down. The more the party's progressed though, the more overwhelmed you feel. The people playing drinking games get louder by the minute, more inebriated withe every round played, and someone turned up the music even more.

Danny and your friends have resorted to talking louder in front of you to be heard over the commotion and little by little your heart rate starts to pick up. You try to focus on what they're saying, on tuning out the overall noise inside the house but it's impossible. Every single noise feels like too much too soon, despite you arriving hours ago. You try to take a deep breath and shake yourself out of it but it's no use. Danny and his friends are hazy in front of you and even Steve's voice next to you feels distant.

You move your hand as discreetly as you can towards Steve's in your back pocket, and as you expected he takes it in a second. You squeeze it, hard.

Steve's face comes closer to yours, and over a soft kiss to your cheek you can barely focus on he asks. "Everything okay, honey?"

You turn to him, meeting soft brown eyes that furrow the moment you shake your head. "I think I need some air."

Steve’s eyes widen for a split second before he nods. He faces your friends, "We'll be right back, guys." His smile masks his concern for you, but you know better.

With your hand in his, Steve leads the two of you to the backyard and walks to a secluded area. The relief is immediate, the noise quiets down to a low hum inside the house and the loud conversation disappears. Suddenly embarrassed by yourself, you squeeze your eyes shut and hug Steve tightly, letting his warmth and the steady beat of his heart calm you down.

"What happened hm?" Your boyfriend holds you back just as tightly, arms secure around your back and face tucked into the side of your face. His words are mumbled over you skin. "You okay?"

"I..." You sigh and step back, looking away from Steve's searching eyes until he brings your gaze back to him. His hold on your chin is gentle, as is the way he's looking at you. "I got overwhelmed in there."

Steve hums in understanding and moves to sit down on the grass, pulling you along with him. "Come here." He smiles, even more when you lie with your head on his lap, looking up at the night sky and the beautiful boy above you. "Was it the music?"

You shake your head. "It was everything Stevie, the music, the loud conversation. It's ridiculous I know, I'm sorry."

"Babe, come on." The brown strand of hair over his forehead moves as he shakes his head. One of his hands settles on your cheek, caressing it softly. "You don’t have to say sorry, could happen to anyone. I was getting sick of the music too."

"Really?"

"Promise." Steve nods, his hand still caressing your jaw. "There were also too many people in there, I know you don't like that so I moved us to the kitchen."

"But I still..."

"Don't beat yourself up about it." Steve interrupts, earnestly trying to stop you from berating yourself. "I should've brought us here instead. It's way nicer."

You look around, there's a couple of people at the other end of the backyard and some sitting by the empty pool. All hushed conversation and laughter. "It's nice, yeah."

"I'll go get you a soda hm?" His eyes soft as he gazes at you, like he can't stop himself from looking. It makes your blood feel like spritz under your skin. "We can share."

You nod, sitting up to let him stand. "Okay. Come back soon?"

"Promise." With a sweet peck, he stands and leaves towards the house, the music turning loud then quiet as he opens and closes the kitchen door.

Steve does keep his promise, and not a moment later he comes back with a cold can of Coke and some chips for whatever reason. He sits next you and you move so you're sitting sideways, legs over his lap. You learned long ago Steve loves physical touch, and your been together long enough to know he wants you close to him all the time. You love it.

"You comfortable?" He asks, handing you the soda after you've eaten some chips.

"I'm almost on your lap, Stevie. I'm very comfortable." You smile, motioning to how you're sitting.

"No, I mean... you can always tell me if you don’t want to go to a party." He explains, eyes turning serious, like he's concerned he somehow forced you to come to Frindman's house.

"I know, Steve." You shake your head. "I'm okay. I wanted to come with you and I was having a good time but then when the music got louder and more people arrived it felt like too much. I’m sorry."

"Don’t say sorry." He leans closer and kisses your temple, then your cheek and your chin. "Thank you for telling me when you felt that way. We won’t go to a party this big next time, it wasn’t that fun anyway."

"Stevie…" You worry he's just saying that, and he hears it in your voice.

"I mean it!" He insists, eyes showing its a genuine sentiment. "How about we go home, yeah? Cuddling sounds like a good idea, besides I’ve wanted to kiss you so badly." His eyes falling to your lips.

They split into an amused smile; you know what he means but you pretend you don't. "You can always kiss me, Stevie"

"I know." He gives into his desire and kisses you once, softly. "But I kinda don’t want to mind how I kiss you." His lips move away from yours and brush your jaw instead as he speaks.

You can’t help the way you hum, being alone with him sounds like a dream at the moment. "Okay," you say breathless. "Let’s go home.

[tofuingho]

Wouldn't it be funny if Danny and/or Dani was/were children's TV show hosts?

Danny would have that pathetic meow meow energy that Steve from Blue's clues had, whereas Dani would have that chaotic and unsettling Peewee Herman energy.

Of course this is a DC x DP prompt, so somehow one of the heros or rogues ends up being a massive fan with a crush even though they're way too old to be watching it.

There's so many possibilities for pairings, but my favorites so far are:

1) Jason is babysitting Lian and it's her favorite show.

2) Conner comes across it one night when he's watching TV alone at Mount Justice. It becomes a favorite comfort show and he's not sure why.

3) Damian has secretly been a fan of the show since it started. One day, (insert character who is older than Damian) catches him watching it and immediately notices how cute the host is.

4) Klarion pulls a prank by summoning characters from the show to fight YJ. He ends up accidentally summoning the real Danny/Dani.

5) Much like me, the main character has anxiety and when the world gets too much, they turn to the bright, happy world of children's programming. Danny and/or Dani's show never fails to calm them down.

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gotcha

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you and steve spend every holiday together. this halloween is the most memorable, though. using the prompt “i bet you won’t manage to scare me tonight”

word count: 3.7k

warnings: loads of fluff, friends to lovers shenanigans, a haunted house, and a kiss!

a/n: this is for the lovely @sparklingsin spookinktober and i hope u guys like it!!!! baby’s first writing challenge :,)

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You were a fan of tradition. Especially if Steve was involved.

He knows that you love any holiday, that you look forward to them months in advance. What he doesn’t know is that that’s because of him. Your best friend, your person, the boy you love.

You have yet to tell him that last one.

The two of you did something for every holiday; Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, The Fourth of July. Name the occasion, you and Steve had a tradition. Even now, as the October wind bites your skin, a chill only cured by the warmth of Steve beside you, you’re spending Halloween with him.

It originally started when he was somehow roped into becoming some sort of babysitter for Dustin, Will, Lucas, and the rest of them. And, because you went where he went, you were a babysitter then, too. They’d begged for you guys to take them trick or treating, saying that everyone else was busy when you knew it was just because they knew Steve could never say no to them.

No matter how much he wanted to.

The kids had done their research and found the best houses to trick or treat at, the best candy to receive. You and Steve were only there to chauffer and to give their parents peace of mind. It had gone on for years. Until now, that is.

When you and Steve asked them what the plan was, they all met you with blank stares. “We’re too old for that now,” Dustin said like it was obvious.

“Yeah. We’re in high school, come on,” Mike added.

And that was that. You and Steve were forced to create a new tradition. One that was just you and him and Halloween. As much as you loved those kids, you’d never complain about time alone with Steve. Never.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve felt the exact same way. His feelings might’ve been even stronger. He was completely taken by you, had been for years. It seemed like every single person in Hawkins knew it except you.

You were there for him, with him, through everything. Through the fallout with Nancy and his ex-friends (who you hated, but you knew who Steve really was without them, so you stuck around). Through school and his parents’ absence. Through his failure to get into college and the expectations of his father.

Everything.

You were the one constant in his life. Never-changing, forever his favorite person.

You managed to talk him into doing a couple’s costume with you, despite your status remaining as ‘just friends.’ You were a lover of musicals and it was easy to convince Steve to be the Danny to your Sandy. The outfits you chose were those from the end of the movie, your legs wrapped in leather pants and hair done using Steve’s Farrah Fawcett spray. His secret weapon only you, and now Dustin, know about.

The two of you walked together around Hawkins, admiring costumes and each other. You had Steve’s old letterman jacket on your shoulders. You’d argued that it wasn’t part of the costume, he told you it was cold. Which was true. Plus, it smelled like him, so you put it on.

“I bet you won’t manage to scare me tonight, Stevie,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

Without fail, every Halloween, he would, in fact, manage to scare you. He had to get creative with it sometimes, involving some of the kids or bribing a random passerby. It was a challenge for him and for you. He wanted to win for the sole purpose of consoling you after your fright.

Hugs and pecks to your forehead. Any type of affection he could give you without raising suspicion, he would find a way to do so.

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

“You say that every year,” he says, moving to walk backwards in front of you so you’re face to face. “And I always win, baby.”

Though he used the nickname plenty, its effect never lessened, never shrunk.

“This year’s different.”

“You say that every year, too.” He falls into step beside you again.

“Shut up,” you say, though you don’t mean it. The smile on your face is telling enough.

Your hands brush in between you. Neither of you make the move to hold the other’s.

As you walk in the thick of town, the busiest street booming with kids and parents and families, Steve can’t stop imagining a future with you. He sees a mom and dad holding their son’s hands, swinging him as they walk, he thinks of you and him and every what if.

What if he told you he was in love with you, what if you loved him back. What if he kissed you, what if he made you his girl, officially. What if, what if, what if.

Steve doesn’t like to think about the future, but he can’t help it when you’re around. For him, you’ll always be a part of what’s to come. His constant, his favorite.

You hold his attention in a vice grip whenever you’re around him, often even when you aren’t, and you have no idea.

That attention shifts, however, when you stop walking and grab his arm so he does, too. He looks at your face, looking for what might be wrong but you aren’t looking at him, you’re looking just ahead, where a little girl in a princess costume stands alone.

You stopped Steve because you didn’t want to just walk past her, and you also wanted to figure out what exactly to do. He was quicker, though, and stepped towards her slowly.

“Hey, sweetie,” he approaches her with gentleness and the warmest smile. “Are you lost?”

The little girl blinks at him where he’s now crouched down to be at her level, her eyes watery. “Yes. Can’t find mom.”

As if her saying it out loud scared her, she started to cry fully. You squat next to Steve, sending the girl a reassuring smile though she seems quite content ignoring you in favor of the boy beside you. You can't blame her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says. “We’ll find her, don’t you worry.”

“What’s your name?” You ask her.

“Maggie,” she sniffles.

“Maggie! A name fit for a princess, huh?” Steve turns up his enthusiasm to a hundred. It seems to work when Maggie’s tears slow and a shy smile spreads on her face. “Which way did you come from?”

She points, and you and Steve both stand, offering her a hand each and she takes them.

Steve thinks of the family he saw earlier. He thinks there’s nobody else he’d want with him at that moment other than you.

It’s not long before you spot a frantic woman calling Maggie’s name, and she seems to see you at the same time, relief clear on her face.

“Oh my gosh!” She scoops her daughter up, “where did you go?”

“Not far, found her wandering just over there,” Steve says, gesturing in the direction you came from.

“Thank you guys so much.”

“No worries,” he smiles. “Bye, princess Maggie.”

She laughs and gives him a small wave as her mother carries her off. You watch the interaction with your heart on fire. You knew he was good with kids, of course you did, but you’d never seen him around them that young.

“You’re gonna be a great dad one day,” you can’t stop yourself from saying it. You wholeheartedly believe it.

He can’t explain to you what that comment did to him, what it means. His heart is soaring in his chest and he thinks his vision around you has a glow, an aura strong enough to see. He’s always wanted a family, but he’s terrified of turning out as shitty a parent as the ones he grew up with.

“You really think so, baby?” His gaze is fixed on you even as you walk.

“Are you kidding? You’ll be the best. I just caught a glimpse of it now, Stevie.”

Now, he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand the next time they brush. He lets his fingers slip between yours, the bumps of your knuckles fit with his like they were built for each other. He gives your hand a squeeze.

You cast your eyes away, shy under his attention. You squeeze his hand back, though.

“Where are we headed anyway?” You ask after a couple minutes of silence. The two of you are comfortable enough with each other to bathe in the company like you would sunlight, to not fill the quiet spaces constantly.

“Well, you said you wanted to be scared,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “So, a haunted house!”

“How scary can a haunted house in Hawkins be?”

“Let’s go find out, baby.”

Your hands are intertwined for the rest of the walk, and you hoped he wouldn't ever let go. You think this Halloween is just a little different, a shift between you and Steve that neither of you acknowledge, but it's there.

It’s a whisper of something more. The lingering touches and soft smiles. The eye contact that lasts just a bit longer than usual.

The space between you is filled with light conversation. It’s easy, it flows naturally. You're certain that has everything to do with Steve.

His focus is always on you when you speak, an excellent listener. He nods or hums along when you tell stories, he smiles encouragingly if he thinks you need it. He looks at you with those brown eyes of his and it’s enough to bring a warmth to your chest. It spreads throughout your whole body.

Steve could listen to you talk for ages. It’s why he calls you so often, the late night ones help him fall asleep. He’ll ask you to read anything to him from whatever book you’re reading to takeout menus. He thinks he makes it pretty obvious that he’s in love with you, but you have no idea.

He doesn't realize that he’s also clueless to how you feel towards him. You’re both too wrapped up in how overwhelming everything is to notice. Overwhelming in a good way. The way that you notice every single tiny thing about each other and you don’t let it go.

You both have sections of your brains reserved for the other. It’s a closet overflowing with memories instead of clothes.

When the haunted house—which is really just the town hall with decorations all over it—is in sight, Steve looks at you and starts making ghost noises. Dork, you think.

“You scared yet, baby?” He asks, leading you up to the ticket vendor, letting go of your hand to buy the tickets and grabbing it as soon as he’s done.

“Oh, for sure,” the sarcasm is evident in your voice. “Shaking in my boots.”

“You can joke for now, but we both know you’ll be hiding behind me as soon as we get in there.” He says, though he rather likes protecting you.

You know he’s right, so does he, so you just send him a smile, a shrug, and walk up to the entrance with him in tow.

He hands your tickets to the doorman, who’s in an actual doorman uniform and zombie makeup, and steps inside first.

It’s mostly dark in the first room, and Steve smiles to himself when he feels your grip on his hand tighten just a smidge. When your free hand wraps around his arm so that you can hide behind his shoulder. Just like he said you would.

The lights flicker enough to illuminate the path you're meant to take. Cobwebs line the walls and eerie music plays, sound effects of screams and monsters and such layered over a spooky backing track.

The first scare happens when you walk past the couch, someone dressed as yet another undead creature jumping out from behind it. It’s enough to make you let out a curse and Steve just laughs. It’s hard for him to be scared when you’re being so cute. Clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Aw, baby,” he coos as you enter the next room. “Scared yet?”

“Nope!” Your voice is higher pitched than normal, the word clipped. “I just love people jumping out at me and yelling in my face, Stevie! It’s my favorite.”

Okay, so maybe you’re a bit scared. And maybe you’re also playing it up just so you can hold on to Steve the way you are. So you’re close enough to smell his soap and his cologne. Something woodsy, something fresh, a hint of something sweet.

You know that Steve won’t settle for ‘just a little’ scared, that he likes to win this little challenge of yours in a very sure way. One that usually ends with a sleepover and a cuddle. He has yet to tell you that that’s his favorite prize. Not the bragging rights, not the sense of victory, just you.

He lets you tighten your grip on him as he leads you deeper into the house. The lighting never gets any better, Steve having to put the arm that you aren’t clinging to out in front of him to make sure he won’t run into anything.

Steve has always been your favorite partner for, well, anything. You think it reigns true for haunted houses just as much. He lets you grip his arm tighter after every scare, your fingernails no doubt leaving crescents indented in his skin. He checks in with you every minute, it seems, making sure you’re okay under the guise of asking that same, “you scared?”

His heart is racing and it’s not because of the jump scares—okay, maybe it partially is—it’s mainly due to your proximity. You're practically squished against his arm and despite being in a haunted house of all places he feels completely surrounded by all things you. Mind, body, and soul.

You’re finally nearing the exit after what feels like hours when you’re sure it’s only been about 20 minutes. Being around Steve has a way of messing up your perception of time, like he controls it. It speeds and slows under his command.

It’s a dark hallway, paintings lining the walls and the wallpaper peeling at the edges. You’ve made it this far without actually screaming, only letting out cusses or telling off the workers in a way that makes Steve laugh every time.

That is, until one of the paintings pops open, right before the exit, and someone jumps out of it.

This time, you scream. You hide behind Steve’s shoulder muttering something along the lines of ‘stupid fucking fake painting.’

When you’re finally outside, spat out the back end of the haunted house, you think you could collapse from how tense you were in there, always anticipating something. You figure Steve’s done with his scaring so you let your guard down.

“Holy shit, that last one really got you, huh baby?” He’s laughing as he says it and you want to both kiss him and slap him for it.

“Shut up! I thought it was over, jerk.”

“I know, I know. C’mere, give Stevie a hug,” he may be teasing you, but you fall into his embrace anyways.

“You’re a meanie. Can’t even let me win one time,” you say, or mumble, more like. Because your cheek is squished against Steve’s chest.

“You know me. Always number one.”

“Do I need to bring up the fact that the Tigers only went to the championship after you graduated?”

“Annnd there goes the moment, you ruined it.” He pulls away from the hug as you laugh, but reaches for your hand. You let him hold it again.

The walk home is more peaceful than the way there. No lost children, the streets are much more empty now as the time has passed.

As always, you and Steve fill the gaps of silence with conversation that comes far too easily. It flows from the both of you so naturally and you know how rare that is. To find someone who makes you feel a hundred percent yourself, no secrets. Besides the fact that you’re in love with him, that is.

“Your shoelace is undone,” you point out.

“‘S fine, we’re not far.”

“You might trip and get hurt, Stevie. Tie it?”

He gives you a look that says ‘really?’

“Please?” You add.

And, well, he can’t say no to you. So, even if he can see his house not too far away, most likely empty and awaiting the both of you, he pauses his steps and bends down to tie his goddamn shoelace.

You’re turned toward him when he stands, and your faces are close, closer than friends should have their faces. He can see every detail and he’s sure you can, too. He can see how pretty you are, how pretty you’ve always been, there in the glow of moonlight and street lamps.

He’s looking at you and he’s sure his feelings are practically spilling out of him with how he sees you and he thinks, how doesn’t she know? How can’t she tell that I love her? Isn’t it written all over my face?

And the answer is yes. Yes, it is. It’s in his eyes and his brows, how they soften and relax when he looks at you. It’s in his lips and his smile, how it widens anytime he’s with you. You can feel the air shift, like something has just clicked and fallen into place. Right now is one of the first times you’ve let yourself think that maybe he does love you, too. Maybe.

But how could someone like him—someone so full of sunshine it burns—ever feel that way about someone as regular as you.

And now you’re inspecting his face far too closely, and Steve thinks you’re going to find out right then that he loves you and as much as he wants that to happen, he’s also scared. Terrified, even. So, he panics.

He slinks off into the trees as soon as you look away long enough, giving you some crap distraction of ‘the most amazing costume he’d ever seen!’

When you turn back around to say something, to give him a light slap on the arm for tricking you, he isn’t there.

You glance around, spinning around in your spot to try and find him. You’re confused because how on earth did he manage to hide so quickly? And why? You were sure something was happening just then until he distracted you.

“Steve?” You call. “You can stop now, you got me!”

The air feels colder without him next to you, you notice. And it’s getting late and the darkness swallows more of the world as time passes, the streetlights the only thing illuminating your path.

“Seriously, Steve. I’m real scared!”

Before you can yell for him again, footsteps come up behind you, a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You scream until you hear that laugh behind you, his laugh.

“You idiot!” You spin in his grasp and push his chest lightly.

“Gotcha, baby.”

He smiles at you and all of a sudden you aren’t angry with him at all. He can scare you all he wants if it means he’ll smile at you like that. Like you’re all he sees. His arms are still around your waist, even though you’re facing him now.

You pout at him, trying to recover from your hazy, lovesick observing, “you already won. That was so unnecessary, Stevie.”

He thinks you look really cute right now, cute enough to kiss and he almost feels bad for scaring you again. Almost. He doesn’t, though, because it ended with his arms around you and your eyes locked on his.

He hates that he panicked a couple minutes ago, but he thinks that he can redeem himself. Maybe now.

“Sorry. You’re cute when you’re pouty, though,” he says, though his grin tells you he isn’t all that sorry.

“Such a meanie.”

His hands shift upwards, over your shoulders, up your neck until he’s cradling your face in his hands. They leave a blazing trail behind, your skin scorched in the best way.

By the placement of his hands, the way he leans in a tad closer, you think he’s going to kiss you. His forehead falls against yours.

“Can I?” He asks, and he’s staring at your lips and you know exactly what he’s asking. You nod, barely a full bob of your head completed before he leans in and does it.

He kisses you.

It feels like a thousand fireworks exploding, a missing piece in you being filled by his lips on yours. A click, everything falling into place. It’s you and Steve in exactly the way you’re meant to be and even though neither of you have said it, you know it’s the promise of something more.

His lips are soft, but his kiss is strong, full of the things he hasn’t been able to say for so long. He’s sure in his movements, his tongue licking against your bottom lip to open you up for him. You do so easily, and you think it’s the most perfect kiss anyone could ask for.

Your heart’s not racing from being afraid anymore. No, that has everything to do with the overwhelming feeling of Steve actually kissing you.

He pulls away when he can feel your breathing get heavier, your chest rise and fall against him. He doesn’t go far, just enough so he can look at your face. So you can look at his.

You’re both fully aware that it means something, that it implies a word that starts with ‘L’ and ends with ‘ove.’

“I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” he says, breathless and way too pretty.

“Me too.”

“Fuck, seriously? You’re telling me we could’ve been kissing for years?”

“Stevie,” you laugh. “It’s okay, we’ve got years ahead, too.”

“You saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If you think I’m saying I love you, then yeah. I am.”

The smile that splits his face is devastating. Boyish and relieved as if he didn’t know for sure what you’d say. He kisses you again, quick but full of emotion just like the one before.

“I love you, baby. Like, a crazy amount.”

Halloween might not have been your favorite holiday beforehand, but it certainly is now. It marks a new beginning, it marks the day you and Steve kissed for the first time. Your story expanding, a new chapter.

“That’s three wins in a night for me.”

“What?”

“Scared you twice: two wins. You love me: another win.”

“Idiot,” you say, though the word has no conviction. You say it as if it’s an endearment.

His constant, his favorite. And you love him back.

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

Mr. Fix It

For a man who refuses to don a hat unless he’s in uniform, Steven J. McGarrett sure wears a lot of them. A decorated Navy SEAL, leader of the governor’s task force, expert pilot, sport pro, amateur (although he’d argue with you on that) mechanic, occasional ukulele player, son, brother, friend, uncle, husband, dog dad, and now race car-bed-putter-together. The man’s talents clearly know no bounds.

Leaning against the doorway of Charlie’s bedroom in Danny’s house, you can’t help but admire the view before you. Your husband has traded in his usual cargo pants and t-shirt for a pair of form fitting jeans that hug his lower half in all the right places and a plaid button up that shows off his muscular back and arms. A tool belt is slung low across his hips, and a few dirty jokes featuring the hammer and screwdriver tucked into their designated slots pop into your head unbidden. Steve slides the pencil out from behind his ear to make a mark on the wood, then grips the writing implement between his teeth to free up his hands. That draws your attention to the scruff currently dotting his cheeks and the sexy patch of gray along his chin that’s been steadily growing with every birthday that passes. He bends over to fit two pieces of the bed frame together, and your promise to Danny to not fool around in his house is suddenly dangerously close to being broken.

Passing Steve on your way to collect more wallpaper, you gather two handfuls of denim in a firm squeeze and appreciatively murmur, “Nice ass, stud.”

Your husband lets out an amused grunt, straightening up to his full height and tucking the pencil back in its rightful spot before turning to you with one eyebrow raised. “What was that, you cheeky little brat? Huh? You objectifying me again?”

“I said,” you emphasize as you climb the ladder with your next few feet of racing stripe wallpaper, “that’s a nice brass stud!”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve says, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Hey, lemme ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“You think Danno could fit in this bed, too?”

You turn to your husband, trying and failing to bite back your laughter. “You’re objectively the worst. And I’m telling him you said-”

Steve’s phone ringing interrupts your threat, and he brandishes his cell with a playful grin. “Speak of the Jersey devil.” He answers the phone, the smile melting off his face at whatever he’s hearing on the other end. After a few tense moments, he ends the call and then walks up to you on the ladder with a sigh.

“Duty calls?” you ask knowingly.

“Sorry, baby,” he pouts, leaning up to kiss you three times for I love you.

“Don’t get hurt, Steve!” you call to his retreating form down the hallway, getting a confident, “I won’t!” in response.

“I’m serious,” you yell louder as his footsteps grow quieter. “You’ve reached your allotted hospital visits for the month!”

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Later that night, you find yourself in the same position as this morning at the entrance to Charlie’s room, this time admiring the way the space has transformed into a little boy’s dream and enjoying the Indy 500 animatedly playing out before you.

“…and the crowd goes wild,” your husband declares, whisper-yelling cheers as Charlie grins proudly beside him. Steve tucks a victorious Charlie into bed before smoothing the little tyke’s hair down and pressing his lips to his forehead with a quiet, “I love you, buddy.” He joins you in the doorway, and your heart swells at Charlie’s voice sleepily calling out, “Goodnight, Uncle Steve! Goodnight, Auntie!”

“Goodnight, bubba, we love you,” you respond softly, flicking off the light switch and leaving only the glowing CHARLIE’S ROOM on the opposite wall as a nightlight. 

“Hey, race you in the morning?” Steve asks, head tilted in question. Charlie nods enthusiastically and his uncle reciprocates his excitement with a resounding, “Boom.”

Steve pulls the door shut behind you, and as you make your way down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist and lean into his solid form. “Should we make one?”

Your husband looks down at you, one eyebrow raised, and squeezes your hip. “You want a little race car bed, too?”

“Steve-” you groan, but he carries on with, “I mean, sure, but I’ll smoke your ass every time, babe.”

Laughing, you grip his face in one hand and smush his cheeks together until his nose scrunches up from a smile. “No, you doofus,” you correct him, “I meant should we start trying? Make a mini you?”

Steve’s eyes shine with adoration, and he shifts your hand to his mouth to press kisses against your palm. “You want to have a baby?”

“I think being a daddy would suit you well, Commander,” you purr, trailing your fingers down the sliver of skin peeking between the open buttons of his plaid shirt.

“That turn you on?” your husband teases in turn, taking note of the glint in your eye.

“I mean…” You trail off, looking up at him with a suggestive smirk. Using the collar of his shirt as leverage, you tug him closer and confess, “Uncle Steve with his kiddos is a hottie, don’t get me wrong, but Daddy Steve? One baby tucked up in each of those arms?” Your hands glide along his muscular biceps and you let out a hum of appreciation.

Steve’s eyes go wide, and he stills your wandering hands. “Woah there, two? At the same time?”

“Well, we can’t have one of your biceps getting bigger than the other,” you clarify. “You’d look dumb.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” he acquiesces, nodding. “You really want twins?”

“Steve,” you tut. “Don’t tell me the big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of dealing with two tiny humans.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m just, y’know- one is- is a lot already. Joanie could be a handful, so think about two of ‘em, two at the same time would be-”

“Hey,” you cut off his rambling, pulling him down to your level for a sound kiss. “How ‘bout we go home and get some practice in, and we’ll talk more about this tomorrow?” Steve’s hands glide down your body until they settle on your backside with a firm grip, and you take that as a yes. Pressing your lips to his again, you murmur, “Sound like a plan, McGarrett?”

He fixes you with a devilish grin in response. “Hooyah.”

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[A/N: I 👏🏽 love 👏🏽 this 👏🏽 man 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 My McGarrett obsession is somehow reaching dangerous new heights sos 🥵 And the thought of Daddy™️ as a daddy? Jesus take the wheel]

[alea-says]

So, I've been thinking on the fake relationship trope - because it is one of my utter favourites. And trying to decide how I can put McDanno in such a situation - where it's not for a case.

So far I have:

sentinel and guide AU where the S&G Centre decide Steve's really gotta get a Guide. Now. Before he blows up all the islands. So Steve, of course, begs Danny (who is not a registered Guide, thank you very much) to stand in for him

End of s1 AU where Danny decides that, yes, he really does need all the access to Steve that marital status gives them and maybe fakes some legal documents so he can be there for Steve as much as possible (maybe Jerry appears earlier in this AU and helps with said documents, all while fully believing that McDanno were already 'married' they just hadn't wanted uncle Sam to know about it, so its not like hes really faking the documents so much as replacing ones that were always meant to be there)

Sentinel and Guide AU where, after losing their immunity and means at the end of s1, instead of getting it back with the new governor, Steve hatches a plot to keep 5-0 going. After all, everyone knows Sentinels and Guides get far more leeway in protecting the Tribe. All they have to do, Danny, is pretend to be an online pair. It'll be easy! (Only apparently going through a ritual bonding can actually turn latent, distant, whatever, sentinels and guides online and oh dear, now they're really stuck together)

The obligatory it's all for Grace one - somehow, in talking to Grace/her friends/teachers/etc, the social work/whoever assigned to assess her family situation in the latest custody go round 100% believes that Danny and Steve are an actual couple, but are lying to Grace about this fact. They'd like to suggest primary custody goes to Danny, but feel they can't do so while he's lying to his daughter. Does he really think it's a stable, healthy home life for Grace to be lied to about his obvious partner? It would be one thing if Danny was hiding Steve, but that's clearly not the case. Well, Danny will do anything for Grace, even make Steve agree to be his partner partner - at least until after the custody's settled.

Any other ideas?