+ I guess, every time I’m riding a motorcycle and I’m splitting lanes, or I’m doing something, I know it’s not the smartest thing to do, but there’s a certain – I mean, you sound goofy saying it, but there is a freedom riding motorcycles. There is a freedom with having all this power, either on your hand, or on your foot. It’s something that you don’t answer to anybody, or have anything to do with anybody else. I guess we’re talking about the outsiders, or talking about that whole thing. There is a rebel thing to it, too. It’s like we’re different than YOU. 

Uncle Time (H50, Danny/Kono, Steve)

While Sunday was the day of rest, for the Five-0 team household, it was the day of doing all the chores that had been put off during the week. Sighing heavily, Kono dropped the laundry basket of clean suits, shorts, uniforms, and onsies on the bed and fished the first one out, lip sticking out slightly in a pout. Then she hesitated, closed her eyes, and shook her head. She was beginning to take after her husband, who won grocery shopping in the game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would take what. Grocery shopping always beat folding laundry.

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side bar, I find a fandom trend in slash shipping is made really obvious when you compare Hawaii 5-0 and NCIS:LA. Both shows’ leads are 2 men who have very close relationships, have been partners for years and trust each other with their lives. The shows are both thematically very comparable and are even paired together on the network a lot of the time, there is more than one crossover between them in the show’s universe. Basically, the shows are pretty damn similar. 

But, a great deal of people tend to view H5-0 as a queerbaiting mess, but the likelihood of seeing anybody says the same about NCIS:LA is practically non existent. 


hawaii 5-0


this is like stucky being an ant infestation and tony x rhodey being that rare butterfly you find once in a lifetime under a rock 

*insert eyeroll* 


For them, life as they knew it was simple. Waking up everyday, with a desire to catch a wave better than the day before. The adrenaline that you feel paddling out, knowing that at any time you could get the ride of your life. And then… there’s the rush of walking on water. Only gods can do that. Everything they did was to preserve that life. To surf is to get up everyday with the desire to battle something greater than yourself.

Danny lets out a spectacular and supremely satisfied moan.  “Ah,” he says, closing his eyes and slipping deeper into the warm embrace of the bathtub. “This is the life.”

“This is sacrilege,” Steve mutters from the opposite end, poking Danny’s chest with his big toe.  “And anyway, I thought you didn’t like spas and weird soaps?”

Too relaxed to open his eyes for scowling purposes, Danny scrunches his nose up to convey his exasperation.  “Do you see any weird soaps in this bath, Steven?  Do you see any pumice stones, any bubbles, any ointments?  No, no you do not.”

Steve makes a funny face, mouthing “pumice stones” quizzically to himself - even with his eyes closed, Danny can sense the mocking.  “Stop that, the wind will change and you’ll get stuck looking like a tortoise.”

“You sound like Aunt Deb.”

Danny shudders.  “Please, babe, please do not talk about your aunt while we’re naked in the tub.  Just enjoy the nice warm water.”

“I would be,” Steve says mutinously.  “Except it’s out there and I’m in here.”

Danny gives in and opens his eyes, following the line of Steve’s arm and looking out the window: the big blue awaits, close enough to touch. “Yes,” Danny says as patiently as he can muster, “I see it, it’s lovely, all in good time.  But there’s water in here, too.  Domesticated water, which is my favourite kind, you’ll remember.”

“Domesticated water?  Are you for real?  You’re seriously going to make us have a bath when the ocean is right there?”  

Steve’s Navy SEAL sensibilities are clearly offended, and Danny’s patience is most definitely at an end.  “I didn’t make you do anything!  Go, go on then.”  He nudges Steve with his foot, trying to push him out the tub. “Go and swim with jellyfish instead of curling up naked with me.  I didn’t realize it was such a chore.”

He closes his eyes again, done with the conversation, and while his pout is mostly for show he can’t help but feel a bit miffed.  He’d been hoping for a couple of shared orgasms, and now he’s being abandoned.  Distracted from his thoughts by splashing, he feels Steve shift in the tub, water swirling as he prepares to stand.

But then, no.  Instead of standing, Steve is crawling forward, settling between Danny’s legs and blanketing him.  “You’re sulking,” Steve declares, and honestly, Danny is going to murder him.

“I am not,” he says, refusing to open his eyes, and oh, oh, Steve is kissing that spot.  “You’re just being an ass.”

“That’s Commander-Ass to you.”

“More like Admiral-Ass,” Danny mutters, but Steve is peppering him with warm kisses and it’s hard to keep his train of thought.  “Actually…oh, Steve, Steve, yes.” He clears his throat, determined to get back on track.  “Actually, I take that back, the last thing you need is a promotion.”

“Danno?” Steve asks.


“You’ve got your husband, a Navy SEAL, in your stupid domesticated water.  Shut up.”

And with that, Steve slips down the bath, takes a deep breath, and ducks his head under the water.


Are you kidding me rn? 

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