let's be honest, I've never met a cliche I didn't like

[angelgazing]

Because there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, especially if you live in paradise:

The Hawaii Five-0 Cliche Meme

Fake boyfriends, accidental marriages, and amnesia, OH MY!

Whatever your poison, whatever you favorite cliche, it's open and allowed here. Want to see Steve and Danny make out for cover and discover their ~true feelings? What about when they have to pretend to be boyfriends to keep cover? When they're forced to share a bed all ~platonic-like for weeks and keep waking up cuddling and then can't sleep without each other? Maybe Grace playing matchmaker? The one where everyone but them realizes they're married? Danny gets de-aged to six and Steve has to take care of him? Steve gets magicked into a tiny, angry kitten and/or dragon? They one where they must cuddle for warmth to survive?

Maybe that isn't your flavor. Maybe you want the one where Kono is a punk rock princess that keeps getting into trouble? Or where Chin loses his memory and thinks he's back on the HPD force. Maybe the one where Kono is secretly a criminal mastermind, working the team from the inside. Or where she has the chance return to her pro surfing career and must choose. How about one where Chin goes on an epic road trip?

There is no bad cliche! Whatever your favorite, I promise I want to read/see it, too.

The Rules

♥ Every cliche welcome!
♥ All pairings, ratings, mediums, and genres can be included!
♥ Any word count works!
♥ Have fun and be kind. ♥♥♥

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Comments

MPREG 2/?

[ariadne83]

[Repost]

Steve's so miserable he 'fesses up to the whole thing in about two seconds, and that's when Danny starts yelling.

“Consider your options here: you can go back to the fairies…”

“Menehune,” Steve corrects, without lifting his head from the toilet seat.

“You can go back to them and tell them you made a mistake and beg for a take-back. Or, and here’s the part that I don’t think is getting through your skull just yet, you can be pregnant. With a baby. Pregnant or not-pregnant; that’s it. There’s no middle-ground, here. No third option you can MacGuyver up with the contents of your closet. Also, and I cannot believe I have to say this. OK, it’s you, so maybe I can believe it. But, Steven, here’s the thing: it stops being a sane bet when somebody’s life is involved. Your life specifically. Do you think Malia’s got Chin drugged up to the eyeballs for fun? This is not how these things are supposed to happen, alright? Christ, I need like, a whole gallon of coffee to deal with this shit.”

Steve groans and retches, which is lovely, just lovely, but it also reminds Danny of what’s going on here, other than Steve driving him batshit insane (which is sadly normal).

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“A while.”

“A while as in an hour or a while as in you got up at the ass crack of dawn to do your Iron Man routine but you didn’t make it outside?”

Steve hacks and spits noisily (which, again, just lovely to hear first thing in the morning) and then says, “The latter.”

Of course. Of course Super Seal would be knocked up with a super baby; it’s poetic justice. But it’s also (and Danny hates himself for coming over all nurturing already; goddamnit, he’s not done yelling) super-risky. “I’m gonna get you some water and then I’m calling Malia. Just… don’t move, OK? The last thing we need is you swooning.”