#danny mcgrath

McGrath Clan Family Photo: Taken when Steph was 8, and Danny was 15

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Lou! I am sooo sorry this took so long!! But here it is!!

Song: Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead

Lyric: “It wears me out./ And if I could be who you wanted”

Danny sighed, walking into an empty home after the events of the evening. He knew his first stop should have been back to see his mom to clue her into the situation, but he wasn’t sure how she’d handle it. It wasn’t the first time he’d wish his father was around and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. It was hard to keep battling the man he was against the man his parents wanted him to be. More than anything he wanted to be the man his little sister needed him to be.

He stood in the doorway to Steph’s room, the results of following the Conall and Tess model evident in the uncharacteristic disarray. Her papers were strewn about her desk, and in scattered piles on the floor, her computer lay on the nightstand instead of it’s usual home, and clean clothing was indecipherable from the dirty. He knew how much she needed organization, and that this chaos was a direct translation of her mind. Even worse, that he was the cause of it. 

His mental powers were nothing compared to Tess, or what he was guessing was hers. The mental blockers weren’t working as well anymore, and the past year or two she’d taken to abusing it in ways she didn’t understand. He needed to tell her the truth, or talk to Deaton about finding a new solution. Instead, he lied, and he made her question her sanity. If there was anything in his life that he would regret, it would be that. 

His  phone pinged, and he looked at it, seeing it was an unknown message, was tempted to ignore it. But then he read it. 

Hey Dan...It’s Derek. I don’t know how you want me to handle this, but Steph wants to take the bite.

He stared at the screen long and hard, his throat closing and his heart stuttering against his chest. She knew the truth now, but not the whole truth. Did he finally tell his parents what was going on, or did he take matters into his own hands? 

Deciding on neither, he typed a quick message back, finally deciding which Danny he’d want to be. 

Tag game: Take this quiz as your muses and find out how they need to be loved; tag a few friends. I was tagged by both @missemmalie and @darknightfrombeyond​ Thanks ladies! 

I’m going to tag: @mer-writes​ @curious-kittens-ocs​ @starcrossedjedis​ @perfectlystiles​ @randomestfandoms-ocs​ and @raging-violets​

Since My biggest Mood/Undertaking at the moment is Feral Teens I’m gonna do Steph, Meg and Danny! 

Steph McGrath

Casually, the same way you love to breathe

You want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

Danny McGrath

Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth

You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure youre doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totslly shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

Meg Daniels

Recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can

I am currently writing Angst for him and Derek’s friendship pre-fire...so yeah....

And yes, I’m drinking while I write, but that’s not important at the moment. 

1. Holiday Headcanon- Danny’s favorite person to play for holidays was the the Leprechaun on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s the one day of the year he can get away with being an agent of absolute Chaos and Tess won’t say anything. Even after Steph found out the truth, he still did it every year to mess with her. 

6. Hugging Headcanon- A full-body hugger, Danny will squeeze all of the doubt, fear, or sadness from you. He uses his height to pull you into him and envelopes you in warmth and kindness. Rumor has it, that Danny’s hugs can even make someone as dour as Derek melt (a power which he only uses for good.

7. Kissing Headcanon- hoooo boy! So, Danny is very diverse in his kissing. Forehead kisses, temple kisses, multiple kisses on the cheek until you are giggling yourself silly. Deep kisses that curl your toes, and small kisses along your neck that’ll send chills down your spine. Danny is nothing, if not a giver.

So I accidentally deleted the ask...but Mack ( @ceruleanmusings​) requested 015. Fist Bump for the McGrath Siblings for the soft touch meme

So here it goes!

Danny sighed, watching as the car left with whatever was left of his normality. His face ached from the cut that Cam had placed on it, the look of shock in both Steph and Isaac’s faces burning in his mind. His best friend was leaving them, all of them, because he couldn’t cope with the lost of Mrs. Lahey and what it did to his father. And now, his father was leaving because of what his mother did to the younger siblings, breaking up a pair of inseparable families in one go.

Danny ran a hand down his face before shoving his hands in his pockets. He needed to be stronger now, for both of the McGrath Women. He had to be brother, son, father, and caretaker at the age of seventeen. He barely could control himself as it is, the tear in his skin slowly stitching itself back together with his newfound healing. Walking into the house, he walked past his mother’s flurry of casting Conall out of her life, and two the closed door that held a sobbing and confused eight year old. without even knocking, he slipped in and locked the door behind him. 

There was a light gasp that came from the bungle of red hair and a ratty old t-shirt that was going to be hiding from their mother. Blue eyes snapped up to meet his, in a shining glittering ray of hope that made his chest clench, and his heart drop as it dissipated. Her bottom lip quivered, and the tears started all over again, but she made no sound, afraid of what would happen if their mom heard her. 

“Why didn’t he take us with him, Danny?” She whispered, pulling at the bottom of the shirt and playing with the loose threads. “Why did he have to go?”

“Mom and Dad...” He started, trying to find a way to explain all of the crazy that was around his family and how there was no fixing what happened when a women like Tess did what they did. “They just don’t agree on things anymore.” 

“So?!” She yelled, startling both of them. “You and I don’t agree on a lot of things, but you don’t see either of us running away.” 

Another sigh passed his lips, as he rubbed the smile that threatened to stretch his face from her view. “It’s different when you’re a parent, kiddo. They need to be able to bounce back from fights, and still love each other. Dad couldn’t do that. He loves us too much, but he knew it would kill Mom to lose us.” 

“That doesn’t make any sense.” She grumbled, burrowing into her blankets and turning away from him. “Nothing from the past month makes any sense. I don’t even remember half of the things they’re yelling about.” 

“I know...I know.” He walked over to the bed, pulling his computer with him as he sat down next to her. “And one day, I promise I’ll help you understand, but for now you just gotta trust me.” 

“And what if you leave me too, Dan?” She turned to him again, as she shifted with the mattress, a new light of fear in her eyes. “I don’t want to lose anyone else.” 

“You’re never losing me, Brat.” Danny laughed, the rumble in his throat more heartbroken than mocking. “Because I got your back, and you got mine.” 

“You got my back?” She sat up, shifting so they could both be on the bed, and watching as he pulled up a movie on his computer. “Even against Mom?” 

“Especially against Mom.” He agreed, holding his fist out to her. “You know how to do this?” 

“I’m not gonna punch you!!” She shook her head, rubbing at his cheek as a look of confusion crossed her face. “Why do you want me to punch you?” 

“No, no...” He crinkled his nose as if disgusted by her idea. “I’m not...do you know the thing Dad and I do? When we do a project together or something?” 

“Your fist-fives?” She titled her head, using the term she’d given fist bumps when she was five. 

“Yeah! Yeah, fist-fives.” Danny held his hand out to her, showing her what to do. “So now, it’ll be our thing. Every time you need to know I’ve got your back, just hold your fist out like this, and I’ll let you know I do by touching yours like this.” 

He moved his hand slowly, his bigger hand gently pushing into hers. They practiced a couple more times, finally earning laughter from the girl instead of tears. They sat and watched her favorite movie in bed, snuggled in bed and ignoring the chaos of outside. Soon, when he was certain she was asleep, he pulled himself up, and got ready to take on part two of damage control. 

“Do you really have my back, Danny?” Steph asked, holding her fist out to him as she slowly shifted into the warm spot he’d made for her. “Always?” 

There were some days that a 6 year old Steph wished she had a sister. She had no one to play dress up with, or anyone to do silly make-up on aside from herself, but that only kept her amused for so long. So she had many a tea party with Barbies with scribbled make-up that magically was gone the next day, and stained teddy bears that were good as knew. 

One day however, she was surprised to find an invitation waiting for her on the dining room table when she came home from school one afternoon. It was to meet her in the backyard after changing into her best Tea Dress. It was signed by a mrs. Nisbit, and though the name ticked the back of her head, she couldn’t figure it out, and skipped off to change, excited to have tea with a new friend, or maybe even Mom had decided to play. 

Going through the back door however, she was not expecting to find her brother in one of their mother’s dresses and wearing a a wig and small hat. He’d done his make-up and everything. 

“I know, hold your applause, I know I’m beautiful.” He said, managing to keep a straight face as he walked up to her and curtsied. “You look very lovely yourself, Lady McGrath.” 

“Danny-” Steph giggled, not even getting to continue because Danny wasn’t done. 

“Mrs. Nisbit,” he corrected, making his voice higher to sound more like a girl. “I don’t know who this Danny is, but I am pleased you could join me for tea.”

“The pleasure is mine...I guess.” Steph said, following him to the table. She was six but now an idiot, her brother had plenty of better things to do than have tea with his sister. He was in middle school now and starting to do sports. She could have sworn that he had practice today, leaving her at home with Dad. 

Instead, she was surprised by a wonderful selection of Hostess treats and ice tea to go in her cups. It was even better than any tea party she had thrown, and all of her barbies and stuffed animals were there. After much fun, and an escape inside in the rain. Steph tiredly rested on her her brother’s shoulders as he carried her inside, her fingers pulling on the wig he was wearing. 

“I had to say it Danny...” she mumbled, sleep slowly overtaking her. “Thank you..and..and” 

Danny smiled, walking towards his sister’s room. “Just admit I’m right, Kiddo; I look drop dead gorgeous.”