#ssthongmagnet

[mymcdanno]

Happy birthday! Hope you have/are having/had a fab day! :D

aww thank you so much!!! i really am!!😄🎉

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@ssthongmagnet  @julie-yard

Enaaableeeerssssss

I totally started this. Have a sneak peek.

“What do you want, Danny?”

Ugh, now it’s Danny’s turn to crumple. He looks into those big dark eyes — whatever fucking color they are — and feels a lump rise in his throat.

“Screw you, McGarrett,” he says, and he’s halfway back to the house before he even knows he’s stood up.

“No, Danny,” Steve says, because he’s eight feet tall leaps tall buildings in a single bound and he’s in the house before Danny even gets out the front door. “What do you want?” He sounds pissed, now, but he still has that intensity — he wants an answer.

“I want to retire!” Danny yells back. “I want to retire, and run a restaurant, and survive to at least seventy-five years old without getting shot or worse, and I wanna watch Charlie grow up and Gracie get married and I want to see your hair go gray, Steve, and I want us to be together. Is it honestly that difficult for you to understand?”

“We’re always gonna be together, Danny, we have a restaurant, remember? You’re my best friend —”

“Don’t give me that!” Danny says, and he hates the pleading in his voice. “You know what I mean! Eight years we’ve been working together, Steve, eight years, and we’ve slept together six times, and we’ve dated women — unsuccessfully — and we’ve nearly died together, a lot more times than we’ve slept together — and that’s just sad. And now you have radiation poisoning, Steve, and there’s gonna be consequences.” His head is a mess, his heart is worse.

Steve takes a breath, and crosses his arms over his chest, reminding Danny that his arms are like tree trunks, reminding Danny what it’s like to be wrapped in them; but he seems to lose steam, eyes flicking from Danny’s face to the floor. And he still doesn’t fucking get it.

“And I want us to be together.”

It comes out easier than he’d imagined it might, when he’s imagined this. It comes out smooth and true.

Steve has that same yearning on his face that’s getting harder to look at every year. He runs his hand over his too-short hair and stares at the floor for a moment. He wants it too. Danny knows this. They’ve come close enough to saying it before. But when he opens his mouth, it’s not to suggest a hasty wedding and a filthy honeymoon, more’s the pity.

“I help people, Danny. That’s what I do. I don’t know how to retire.”

It’s not denial, either.

“Then do less. Let the kids go out and take the risks. They’re good at their jobs. Slow the fuck down, Steve, or I’m not going to your funeral.”

“You’d go to my funeral.”

“Not the point. Not the point. I have to go,” Danny says, because he’s already said more than he meant to, and he’s exhausted. He scrubs a hand over his face and pivots on his heel and heads to the front door, but when he pulls it open, Steve slams it shut with the heel of his hand, suddenly disorientingly close, eyes like saucers, still confused and upset.

“You wanna date, Danny? Is that what you’re saying?”

Yeah, that’s exactly what he’s saying. Except more, everything. He wants to live together. He wants to fight over who’s the big spoon, share the paper over breakfast every morning, maybe let Steve teach him not to hate and fear the water. He wants to fall asleep together on the couch and argue about gluten-free pasta and everything else. He wants to get old with Steve.

Or as old as he can.

He wants whatever time Steve has left — whether it’s five years, fifteen, thirty — he wants those years to be with Danny, safe in the restaurant, not getting shot at and beaten up.

He doesn’t say a word of that out loud, just holds Steve’s eyes as forcefully as he can. Some childish magical thinking shit like if he’s angry enough, Steve will suddenly understand. If he doesn’t, this is probably dead in the water. If Steve doesn’t know, eight years into this, that Danny is in love with him, it’s time to accept he’s just not there, despite six perfect nights and countless near-death experiences where they sought each other out first, as soon as hell was over.

“I want you to take your hand off this door, Steven,” Danny says, and Steve backs off. Danny grits his teeth all the way home.

[mymcdanno]

@thekristen999 yeah that definitely sounds right from what i’ve seen on here!! i’m getting ready to have my heart broken by alex again!!

@ssthongmagnet oh absolutely agreed, alex is always fantastic which makes the episodes even harder to watch because he’s so good!! and omg that sounds like such a good idea, please send me a link if you do write it 😊

[mymcdanno]

ssthongmagnet replied to your post: “@ the mcdanno fandom: you guys are literally some of the nicest people...”

It's because we're ohana <3

AWWW, that's the most adorable answer i've ever seen!! and so true! xx

[tari-aldarion]

MCDANNO AND OUR BABY STEVE IS HOW WE MET

it is true and honestly, you definitely influenced at least half of my bottom!Steve fics

how did you find my blog and what made you want to follow

[mymcdanno]

oh my god @ssthongmagnet that’s an amazing birthday wish, thank you!!! 😂💕

aaahh thank you so much @msmaccool and @yoko787878!!! nope, definitely not too late💖

[tari-aldarion]

@ssthongmagnet @marvelingjules @laexploradoraaa thanks, y’all.

I’m not entirely sure why he said it?????

It wouldn’t have bothered me so much if he hadn’t said it in front of our entire class.

Who thought it was amusing.

I did not.

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Yeah but they don’t ship outside the US :( already tried

but why :c ??? and celebritycutouts dont have them either ??