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Backseat Driver

[A/N: Don’t ask me how this turned into a nearly 7K fic, mmkay? When I finally hopped on the tumblr train I couldn’t find any Steve x reader x Danny smut so uh… I made it myself :) Sidenote: if you know of any/have suggestions, pls send ‘em my way

This is kind of a preemptive apology because I’m about to sacrifice myself to my Internal Med rotation, so who knows when I’ll be back next 🥲 Enjoy 😈]

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“All I’m saying is, once, just once, I would like to drive my own car, okay? That’s all.”

“Look,” Steve shrugs nonchalantly as he slips his key into the lock and eases the front door open, “I’m the better driver, so I drive. Just makes sense.”

“Are you- Are you serious right now?” Danny mutters a curse under his breath, following his partner into the dark house. “You’re not a better driver, you’re just a control fr-”

He’s cut off abruptly by a groan reverberating throughout the house, and his eyebrows knit together as he shares a look of concern with the brunette. Their playful banter ends immediately and weapons are drawn from holsters. Steve takes point up the staircase, muzzle aimed at your shared bedroom door as Danny covers his six, the two creeping upstairs in an easy rhythm from years of performing this dance.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Steve rumbles out, holstering his weapon and running his fingers through his hair while he laughs softly to himself.

“What? Is she o…kay…” Danny’s words and any semblance of rational thought scramble when he catches up with his partner.

You’re sleeping peacefully in bed, mere feet away yet blissfully unaware of the duo, your hair fanned out over the pillow in gentle waves, the sheets twisted up around your legs, clad in one of Steve’s old Navy shirts and- they assume- little else. Soft whimpers fall past your parted lips, gradually increasing in volume until they match the frantic rutting of your hips against the pillow squeezed between your legs.

“Woah, hey now,” Steve shoots his hand up to cover Danny’s line of sight and the blonde slaps at him in retaliation.

“What are you, ten? I came up here as backup, but clearly she’s fine so I can le-”

“Oh fuck, Danny,” you keen, eyes squeezed shut in apparent ecstasy.

The two men’s voices, one laced in slight mortification, the other in poorly-concealed delight, join together to whisper a singular What the fuck? You release another breathy moan before your boyfriend comes to his senses and yanks the door closed, turning on his best friend and partner with a glare. “You saw nothing. And you heard nothing.”

“Nothing to see, nothing to hear,” Danny responds with a shrug, trying and failing to hide a smirk behind twitching lips and a clearing of his throat.

“She said ‘Daddy’,” Steve insists, accusatory finger pointed at the shorter man’s chest. “Just so we’re clear.”

The blonde is all tongue-in-cheek as he shoots back, “No idea what you’re talking about, babe. I heard nothing, remember?” He bounds down the stairs toward the front door, and Steve swears he’s got an extra spring to his already normally bouncy step when he walks out of the house.

“Right,” Steve grits out into the giddy air left in Danny’s wake, mind already whirring with potential ways he’s going to make you repent for this little slip up.

__________

“Good morning, handsome,” you call over your shoulder as you stir creamer into your morning brew, dropping the spoon and squealing in delight when you’re unceremoniously spun around and deposited on the kitchen counter next to the coffee maker. Your boyfriend’s mouth latches onto your neck immediately, muttering out a half-hearted greeting between heated kisses to your skin. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and let out a whine, knocking your head back against the cabinet when he bites down on the sensitive divot between your neck and shoulder. His tongue darts out to soothe the area, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him and press your heels into his lower back, forcing his erection against your lace-covered center.

A sharp gasp punches out of you at the sheer weight of his cock pressing against you, your mind growing fuzzy as Steve cages you in with his hulking form. “Please,” you whine pathetically, tugging at the short strands of his sleep-mussed hair while he relentlessly lavishes your chest and neck with open-mouthed kisses. Then he redirects his attention to your mouth, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips before devouring you from the inside out. His tongue slips past your parted lips with ease, effortlessly dancing with and dominating yours, pulling needy whimpers from the depths of your being.

“Steve,” you gasp, pulling back to catch your breath, chest flushed and heaving while you roll your hips against his with lust-driven abandon. “This case took way too long. I need you inside of me, like, yesterday.”

He tenderly brushes his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and you hungrily lap at the digit, drawing it into your mouth and sucking greedily as your eyes flutter closed.

“God,” Steve’s laugh is dark and throaty, and you feel another rush of wetness pooling between your thighs. “You’re fucking feral for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod frantically in response, sucking on his finger with renewed vigor while tears well in your eyes out of desperation.

“Daddy’s little cumslut, hm? Want it in you and on you all the time, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, Commander,” you cry out, hoping your play on his authority kink will push him over the edge into giving you what you want. You let your nails rake over the trail of dark hair along his lower abdomen before slipping your hand into his shorts and stroking his hard length. “Just want to be a good girl for you.” Without breaking the steady rhythm of your hand working his cock, you guide his hand to the growing wet spot on your panties, pressing his fingers against where you want him, need him. “Please,” you beg again, damn near your breaking point, “please fuck me.”

Finally, mercifully, he obliges, curling two fingers around your lame excuse for underwear and tugging it aside, shoving his shorts down so that you can line the head of his cock up to your wet heat. Your ass is barely on the countertop now, your body magnetically drawn forward, desperate for connection. He pushes into you inch by inch until he bottoms out, and the sound that escapes your lips is nothing short of pornographic.

“Look at that,” he breathes out with a self-satisfied smile, “not even a single stroke and you’ve already got that dumb look on your face.”

“Feels-” You pause to lick your lips, trying to correct the sudden dryness in your mouth as your walls involuntarily squeeze around the delicious fullness, “so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Remember that.”

And then he’s pulling out and tucking himself back into his shorts, heading upstairs and leaving you high and dry on the kitchen counter, lips and legs parted in surprise.

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Seated at your desk at work, your fingers fly over the keyboard before you with a mind of their own, the steady clicking of your nails allowing you to zone out and replay the events of this morning for the hundredth time. You’ve already eliminated the possibility of it being a punishment, because Steve has nothing to punish you for. He’s been working a case tirelessly for nearly the past week, and you barely had time to interact with your super SEAL, let alone do something to warrant being punished. Maybe he missed you so much he wanted you all hot and bothered for mind blowing sex tonight- mission very much accomplished. Maybe he’d finally been hit in the head one too many times, and his amygdala was fucked up now.

Or maybe he was actually upset with you.

The last possibility has your lips curling into a frown. You’ve been steadily chipping away at Steve's hardened exterior and actively working on communicating. It’s become a game now, a pingpong match of Use your words, Steven, and You sound like my mother, and the reigning champion, Doris is the reason your emoting needs work.

You pull out your phone to call Steve and settle this once and for all, but a glance at the time offers a better option.

__________

“Future Mrs. McGarrett comin’ in hot!”

“Thank you for announcing my arrival,” you smile and wave at your boyfriend’s team in greeting, making a beeline for his office before the glass double doors of the Five-0 home base have even eased shut behind you.

“Somebody’s in trouble,” Chin jokes about the intensity of your pace. Danny’s gaze lingers on your passing form for longer than he’d like to admit before he responds with a simple, “Yeah.” And it’s not Steve.

“You,” you start, plucking the pen out of Steve’s large hand and tossing it into the nearby mug with its mates before daintily planting your body on the solid wooden desk, “owe me an explanation.”

He sits back in his chair, arms crossed and a provocative tilt to one eyebrow in a show of dominance, intentionally spreading his legs and arching his hips upward to draw your attention there. “For?”

You let out a wry chuckle, your arms repositioning in a reflection of his standoffish posture. “You know what for.”

He leans forward suddenly, his strong hands splaying over your thighs just below the hem of your skirt, and your breathing immediately picks up in response. He growls out, “Enlighten me,” and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Morning,” you rasp, trying and failing to hold onto the higher ground. “This morning.”

“Princess,” he tuts condescendingly, and a renewed rush of frustration floods your veins, “was that unfair?”

“Yeah, it was fucking unfair,” you huff back, fingers itching to scrape along his greying stubble and pull him in for a heated kiss. There’s a tenth circle in Hell for whoever designed this office space with glass walls.

“My poor baby,” he nuzzles his nose against yours before gingerly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m sure Danny can fix that for you.”

You sit back, eyes wide, and scrutinize his features for signs of the alien life form that’s evidently taken possession of his body. “What did you just say?”

“I said,” he stands up and tosses his jacket over one arm, offering you his free hand to help you down from the desk, “that Daddy can fix that for you.”

“I could’ve sworn-”

“C’mon, baby,” he tucks you into his side as he leads you out of the office, hiding his smirk with a kiss to your hair. “Let’s go home.”

__________

Steve more than makes up for leaving you unfulfilled that night and in the several nights that follow. You’ve convinced yourself that you must’ve misheard him in the office days ago- your friends are always telling you that you listen to your music at hearing-loss-inducing decibels. The two of you have seamlessly fallen back into your usual routine, devoid of snarky commentary and withholding of pleasure. You’ve put that episode behind you, and things are good.

Until the following Saturday.

You’re sitting in your favorite chair on the beach outside of the McGarrett household, enjoying a gloriously trashy romance novel and the peals of laughter wafting up from the water where Steve and Danny are teaching Grace how to balance on a full-size surfboard. The sight warms your heart, but when your boyfriend steps out of the surf, beads of saltwater rolling down the hard planes of his body as he glistens in the Hawaii sun, the warmth takes an abrupt detour south.

“My, my, Commander,” you simper, lowering your sunglasses and making sure he can see the way your eyes hungrily rove his physique. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Take me to dinner first,” he quips, leaning down to steal a kiss before falling into the chair beside you. “Gotta admit, Danno’s lookin’ good, too.”

You place your book down on your lap and rotate your body to face him, eyebrow cocked playfully. “Is this your way of coming out to me?”

“Nah, y’know, I’m just saying he’s a good looking guy,” Steve shrugs. “Man to man. Objectively.”

“Danny is very handsome,” you concede with a coy smile. “Objectively.”

You return your shades to their rightful position so Steve can’t track your gaze and hold your book back up in front of you, leaving a gap over the top so you can enjoy the view. Your eyes rake over the blonde’s solid build, lingering appreciatively on the curve of his ass in the tight, wet board shorts. The muscles in his arms ripple as he holds the surfboard steady for his daughter against the lapping waves, and your temperature ticks up another degree when you think about those strong arms holding you down while he-

“You ever think about him like that?”

“Danny?” Your voice rises in pitch and you resist the urge to wince, knowing that you’ve been caught red-cheeked rather than handed- and ogling his best friend, no less. “No, definitely not,” you lie through your teeth, trying to slow your erratic heart rate while calculating what size ladder you’ll need to climb out of this hole.

“Really?” Steve scrapes his nails along your scalp, a soothing pattern that lulls you into a false sense of security until the other shoe drops. “Could’ve sworn you moaned his name when you were humping my thigh like a bitch in heat last night.”

Your mouth drops open, dumbfounded, and you hurry to play damage control. “Steve, I-”

“And the night I came back from our case on Moloka’i.”

The world around you comes to a screaming halt as you put the pieces together: Steve’s uncharacteristic behavior the next morning, his overt possessiveness (even more so than usual), the offhand comment in his office. “Fuck me,” you groan softly, mistaking his comments for justified anger. “Baby, I’m sorry, it was just a dream, but-”

“Tell me about it.”

You raise your eyes to take in your boyfriend’s posture and facial expression. His body is angled toward you, leaning in, eyes bright, pupils dilated. You realize with a tinge of delight that he’s not upset- he’s excited.

You reach out timidly and trace a random pattern along his knee that’s pressed against yours. “So you’re… not mad?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, angel,” his laugh takes on a dark tone and he squeezes your hand on his knee, using it as leverage to pull you forward as his voice drops lower. “I was mad. I wanted to tie you to the bed and ravage your little body until you were a crying, screaming mess, until the only word you could remember was my name.”

An involuntary shiver runs down your spine and you lean forward even more, Grace’s presence the only thing keeping you from clambering into his inviting lap. “You can still do that,” you whisper.

His fingers brush through your hair and you let out a happy purr that morphs into a sharp gasp when he suddenly tightens his grip. “And then I thought about depriving you altogether. How frustrated and desperate you would get, on your knees with tears in your eyes, begging for my cock like the little slut you are.” He meets your gaze with a wolfish grin, slotting his knee between your legs so you can’t press your thighs together. “But eventually I realized that you can’t help it. That sweet little pussy has a mind of her own, and she just wants to be filled all the time, whether it’s by your Daddy or- Danny! Hey! How’s it going?”

You meekly tuck your legs under your body as you sit back in your chair, quietly trying to take deep breaths. Despite being outside in the fresh air, there’s suddenly no oxygen available to fill your lungs. You’re completely zoned out from the conversation beside you until two fingers make contact with your chin, angling your face upwards. “You okay, babe?”

Your mouth goes dry when you meet Danny’s piercing gaze, and you merely nod in response, not trusting your brain to string intelligible words together at the moment.

“She’s-” Steve pauses to make sure Grace is out of earshot before continuing, “a little preoccupied thinking about the other night.”

“Don’t,” you growl in warning, sparing him a withering glance before realizing Danny’s still holding your chin and abruptly pulling back like his fingers are on fire. “You know better than to listen to him,” you direct your comment to the blonde.

Danny turns to his best friend for clarification. “You mean that night we got home from our case-”

“Mhm.”

“And we thought someone was in the house-”

“Yup.”

“But she was in bed dreaming about-”

“O-kay!” You clap your hands together and stand up, gathering your towel and novel. “Let’s just agree to act like it never happened, and we can all move on with our lives, okay? Great. I’m gonna go make dinner.” You make your way up the beach to the house, and you can feel two sets of eyes watching your retreating form.

“So…” The blonde turns back to his partner once you’re out of sight. “Tonight?”

“Yeah,” Steve smirks in response. “We’ve made her wait long enough.”

__________

Later that night, Steve’s helping you load the dishwasher as he fills you in on the culmination of their last case when you startle at the sound of the front door. You instinctively reach for him and he shushes you with a kiss. “It’s just Danny, baby. Grace is back at Rachel’s so I told him to join us for a movie. That okay?”

“Of course.” Your previous worry melts into a smile when Danny graces you with his presence, and you greet him with a hug.

“Why don’t you go change and we’ll get set up, hm?” Steve sends you upstairs with a gentle pat on your ass that earns him a playful glare and an utterly non-threatening, “Watch it, mister.”

When you return in sleep shorts and one of Steve’s bootcamp shirts, the two have already taken up residence on their designated ends of the couch. You slot your smaller body in between theirs, tugging the blanket over your legs and smiling with glee when you spot the glass of red wine in your boyfriend’s hand. Wiggling your fingers, you instruct, “Gimme.” He holds the glass high out of your reach and raises one eyebrow, eliciting a sharp huff from you. Offering your best doe eyes and pouty lip, you amend, “Please?”

“Much better, little girl.” Steve gives you the glass and you happily accept it, not paying attention to his hand creeping up your thigh under the blanket until his fingers ghost over your center.

“Hey,” you hiss quietly, angling your head towards the blonde on your right. “Don’t.”

“If you two are quite finished,” Danny waves the remote accusingly in your direction, “I’m gonna start the movie now.”

Mumbling out an apology, you take Steve’s arm and sling it over your shoulders across the back of the couch so his hand is far away from its intended target. You settle back into the cushions to enjoy the psychological thriller, and as the film plays your single glass of wine turns steadily into a second, and then a third.

“No more of that for me,” you whisper to your boyfriend, reaching over him to place your glass on the side table. You snuggle into Steve’s side, humming contentedly when his arm comes down across your body, his hand splaying possessively over your stomach. You bring your legs up to drape over Danny’s lap, and his hands move to massage your calves. “This okay, babe?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol answering for you, or maybe you’re trying to fulfill that damned dream, but your head drops into a nod of its own volition. Your eyes flutter closed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of two sets of strong hands on your body. The movie fades into a dull drone in the background as Steve’s hand dips below the hem of your shorts, and then beneath the band of your lace panties. You whimper at the contact, reaching up on instinct to scrape your nails across his stubble. His hot breath fans over your ear and he rumbles out, “Say 'no' right now and we’ll stop.”

Confused by his words, you open your eyes to find Danny hungrily watching Steve’s finger steadily pumping in and out of you beneath the blanket. He licks his lips and then raises his gaze to meet yours. “Do you want this?”

You open your mouth to answer, then look up to Steve for guidance. “Your body,” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, “your decision, baby girl.”

You turn back to the blonde with a shuddering breath before finding your voice. “Yes. Please.”

__________

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, nervous energy thrumming through your body as you play with the hem of your boyfriend’s shirt that dwarfs you in size. You’ve laid down the ground rules and discussed your limits, and now Steve and Danny are in the walk-in closet attempting to have a hushed conversation, but every syllable floats its way over to you in the bedroom.

“This isn’t what we talked about, Steve.”

“You’re always complaining about not getting to drive, well, here you go! It’s all you, buddy.”

“Your girlfriend,” you can practically see Danny’s hands moving to emphasize his point, “is not a car to be driven, you goddamn oaf. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman who should be loved, respected-”

“Hey, Danny?” you cut in. Their heads come into view around the corner and you offer, “That’s a really lovely sentiment, but I just want someone to fuck me.”

Steve turns to Danny with a smug smile that clearly reads I told you so. He crosses the room and grips your face tightly, fingers pressing into your cheeks as he kisses you deeply until your head is buzzing and your lungs are screaming for oxygen. “Don’t for a second forget that you belong to me. Am I clear?”

You look up at him with an adoring smile and nod, mumbling an audible affirmative to satisfy him. Then Steve moves to the loveseat in the corner of the room, getting himself situated and motioning for Danny to join you on the bed.

Excitement wins over confusion when the blonde sits next to you, tentatively strumming his fingers over your bare thigh. “You tell me to stop at anytime, got it?”

You beckon him closer and whisper in his ear, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” The magic words evidently spoken, Danny all but pounces on you while Steve looks on, one hand tangling in your hair as the other slips under your shirt and his mouth dominates yours. You moan unabashedly at the unfamiliar pace and feeling and taste, your body perfectly in tune with Steve’s after all this time together and thrilled by this fascinating newness.

You run your hands along his muscular arms as he latches onto your neck, meeting Steve’s gaze over his shoulder. “You don’t want to join?”

“Not yet, baby,” he shakes his head. You let out a sharp gasp when Danny finds the sensitive spot near the hollow of your throat, and your boyfriend smirks knowingly. “Danny,” he calls to get his friend’s attention. “Slide two fingers in her and bite that spot again. She’ll clench around you and it’s absolutely incredible.”

“I know how to make a woman feel good, Steven,” the blonde shoots back, tugging your shirt off and rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to cry out as proof.

“I’m sorry, did that sound like a request? Because it wasn’t.”

“Should’ve known you’d be a control freak about fucking your girlfriend, too.”

“Oh my god,” you pant, embarrassingly turned on by their banter being about your body. Steve trains his wolfish grin on you when he sees your gaze is locked on the prominent bulge in his shorts. He purposefully shifts his hips and you whimper, longing to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. “Feeling empty, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy- oh!” Your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open when Danny spears you apart with two thick fingers. “Your focus should be on me, angel,” he chides softly. “He can’t touch you from over there.”

“Yes, sir,” you cry, using your leverage on your knees to meet his fingers thrust for thrust. “It won’t happen again.”

“That’s my good girl,” he croons, and you practically glow at the praise, swirling your hips as you feel your release building.

And then Steve is snatching your reward away with a simple command. “Don’t let her cum.” You whine at the loss of contact when Danny slips his fingers out of you, and you silently curse your boyfriend for being able to read you so well. “Got something to say, brat?”

“Yeah, actually, I-”

“Shut her up, Danny.”

Your sassy remark gets caught in your throat when Danny slides his fingers, completely coated in your wetness, between your lips. You moan around his fingers and suck greedily, grateful to finally have something in your mouth. You brazenly cup him through his pants, palming at his erection while you continue to suck on his fingers, eyes closed as you try to imagine enjoying the real thing.

“Is that what you want, my little slut?” Steve calls mockingly from his spot in the corner. You whimper pathetically in affirmation and he laughs. “That’s what you’ve been dreaming about, isn’t it? Danny’s cock filling your pathetic little holes, his cum in you and on you?”

A whine escapes your lips, morphing into a high-pitched keen as Danny eases your shorts and panties off and guides you to sit on his muscular thigh. You grind down on his leg, desperate for some friction, and take the opportunity to yank his shirt off so you can feel his bare chest. Danny replaces his fingers in your mouth with his tongue once again, letting the soaking wet digits trail down your naked body until they reach your throbbing clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again and you dig your nails into his shoulders as your first orgasm rips through you, your head falling back and a strangled moan echoing throughout the room.

Danny’s thumbs rub soothing circles along your thighs as you recover, and you feel your boyfriend’s presence behind you moments before his arms wrap around your body. “Did so good, baby girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down the back of your neck. “Take a breather.” You nod weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Steve tilts your chin up so he can get a good look at you. “Tell me your color.”

Opening your bleary eyes to fix him with a smile, you offer, “Green, Steve. As green as you were when you heard me moan your best friend’s name.”

His eyes flash a shade darker and his mouth twists into a wry grin. Carding his fingers through your hair as Danny kisses along your neck, he remarks, “You really want that punishment, don’t you?”

Intent on pushing your boyfriend’s buttons, you respond, “Wow, Steve, you don’t miss a beat.”

Danny pulls his face back from the valley between your breasts long enough to kindly request that you both shut the fuck up. With a laugh, you turn away from Steve and direct your attention to the blonde, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Steve’s large hands on your hips draw you back against him so he can grind on your ass while you tug Danny closer and appreciate his length pressing insistently between your thighs. Danny’s tongue licks into your mouth, hot and hungry, and your brain goes fuzzy from being trapped between two walls of pure muscle.

Sliding your hands down the blonde’s toned back, you work your way past the band of his sweatpants until you reach your intended target and give a firm squeeze, an appreciative moan building low in your throat. “You have such a nice ass,” you confess, your filter evidently not present at the party thanks to alcohol and lust. “I wanna fucking bite it.”

With a warm chuckle, he comments, “You’re a little freak, huh? You like biting?”

“I love biting,” you emphasize, demonstrating just how much by sucking a harsh mark on the blonde’s chest that has him groaning in pleasure, “but I enjoy being bitten more.”

Steve’s knowing laugh rumbles against the back of your neck, then he drags his lips down the curve of your spine and his palm strikes your cheek before he sinks his teeth into your flesh. The exciting jolt of pain elicits a gasp from you, and Danny takes the opportunity to tug your bottom lip between his teeth until you cry out again.

Fumbling behind you, you manage to push your boyfriend’s shorts down enough to feel his cock spring free, and you guide him between your thighs, already slick from your previous orgasm and unrelenting desire. “You’re a greedy little thing,” Steve admonishes you, sliding his cock between your folds, the tip repeatedly nudging your clit but refusing to give in and fill you up. “Daddy, please,” you whine, tears springing to your eyes as you throw your head back against his shoulder. You pull Danny along with you, and the blonde hungrily latches onto one of your nipples, rolling the other bud between his fingers. Steve keeps up the torturous drag of his throbbing cock along your weeping cunt, his large hands pressing against the outside of your legs so he’s effectively fucking the tight space between your thighs. “Don’t be mean, Daddy,” you cry in earnest, pathetic tears rolling down your cheeks and your pussy aching with need.

“Poor baby,” Danny coos when you sniffle, cupping your cheeks and kissing away your tears. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, oh yes, please,” you babble, absolutely desperate to be filled. You can see the blonde smirking at you through your tears, his soft touches and featherlight kisses in direct opposition to how rough and dismissive Steve’s being with your body right now. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, and you have a carnal desire for both of these men to use and abuse you. “I’ll do whatever you want, Danny, please!”

“Bribing the police is a felony offense, little girl,” he tuts, clearly enjoying mocking you.

“Then bring your cuffs next time,” you growl, fed up with their game. You shove Danny’s chest, forcing him to fall back on the bed, and he smiles at the predatory glint in your still teary eyes. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes out, mesmerized by the sight. You tug his sweats down, then bend at the waist to take him in your mouth. The change in angle has your boyfriend’s cock finally sliding home where he belongs, and Steve lets out a strangled groan at how tightly you’re squeezing him. You moan around Danny’s length, and the blonde lets out an obscene sound at the sensation, a lewd symphony echoing around your bedroom. Steve draws his hips back until only the head of his cock remains inside you, and you mirror his motions with your mouth around Danny. “Oh, I see,” your boyfriend laughs when he notices. “You want me to drive, baby?”

You hum in assent, laving your tongue against the vein on the underside of Danny’s cock. He tangles his fingers in your hair and gives an experimental tug, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. “Not today, Steve,” Danny counters with a wicked grin. “She’s my little passenger princess now.”

You whimper at the thought, and your walls clench reflexively around Steve, his fingers digging even harder into your hips in a bruising grip that’s sure to leave marks for days to come. With one hand on your throat, Danny guides you up until you’re on your hands and knees between the two kneeling men.

Your skin flushes red hot and your breathing picks up at the recognizable position, excitement coursing through your veins. “Are you going to-”

“Why are you talking, huh?” Danny questions, tilting his head and pressing his fingers against the column of your throat. “Did I say you could speak?” You shake your head, his authoritative tone and the fact that your dominant boyfriend is relinquishing control to his best friend turning your legs to jelly and your brain to mush. “I asked you a question, Y/N,” Danny growls, and you’re quick to amend with, “No, sir.”

He runs his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and murmurs, “Good girl.” Then, “You both still okay with this?”

Steve answers with, “Yes, Danny,” while you blurt out, “This is so fucking hot.” Your sudden admission shatters the tension in the air, and the three of you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry,” you giggle, “it’s just that, well-” Feeling bashful, which in itself is a ridiculous feat with Danny’s cock mere inches from your lips and Steve’s pulsing inside you, you duck your head and murmur, “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“I know, baby,” Steve admits, pressing a kiss to your back while he squeezes your hips. “You talk in your sleep.”

“You knew?” you hiss, Danny’s grip on your hair keeping you from glaring at your boyfriend. “This whole time? You mother- fuck,” your outrage morphs into a wanton cry, your mouth dropping open when Steve roughly slots himself back between your thighs. “Sorry, Danny,” he apologizes for momentarily taking the reins. “It’s all you now, buddy.”

The blonde shakes his head at his best friend, then guides you forward until the head of his cock slips past your lips. You moan at the taste of him, relaxing your throat and allowing him in further. “Such a good girl,” Danny says softly, his gentle praise going straight to your core and causing you to pulse around Steve who ruts against you in response. His voice rough with desire, he coerces, “Move, Danny.”

“What happened to me being in charge, huh? Two minutes, Steve, you couldn’t go two minutes without opening your big mouth.”

“I’m sorry, does my girlfriend’s pussy have your dick in a vice grip? No? Then shut up and move, for the love of God.”

“Y’know, I think this whole ‘Commander’ thing has really gone to your head.”

“Oh yeah? Which one, cause they’re both pretty big.”

You let out a frustrated grunt, as much as you can with the sizable obstacle in your mouth, and glare up at Danny. “You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he sighs, taking a moment to adjust his grip on your hair before fucking your mouth with a renewed fervor. You can’t tell if they’re working in tandem or trying to compete, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you bounce between their bodies in the most obscene version of tug of war you’ve ever played in your life. Steve’s fucking into you like an absolute animal, his low grunts and growls only serving to further spur you on as his hand presses against your belly to feel the bulge there with every flex of his hips. You want to tell him how turned on you are by the fact that you can feel him so deep inside you, how badly you want him to fill you up until he’s dripping down your thighs, how much you love him and love being his little plaything, but you can’t complain about not being able to talk when the reason why is so deliciously hedonistic.

Danny looks like a work of art as he uses your mouth, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat coating his beautiful skin. His fingers are splayed across your throat just like his best friend’s lower on your body so he, too, can feel his cock pulsing inside of you with each thrust. Your limbs feel utterly useless right now, and you’re grateful that the two of them are holding you up as they wring out every drop of pleasure from your body. Drool slips from the corner of your lips with every pull of Danny’s cock, mirroring your essence dripping down Steve’s solid thighs, and you can feel the band in your core tightening with every stroke, threatening to snap at any moment. Steve can sense your impending orgasm and he tells his best friend as such, two sets of skilled fingers roaming your body to heighten your pleasure, one teasing your sensitive nipples, the other circling your pulsing clit.

The dual sensations send you hurtling over the edge with a long, muffled moan, your mind going blank as Danny spills down your throat and Steve’s release paints your walls, still squeezing him in the wake of your own climax. They gently pull out of you and you cry out at the sudden shift, every single one of your nerve endings feeling like it's on fire. You barely register the warm washcloth caressing your skin as they murmur gentle praises and sweet nothings to you, then get you settled under the covers. Once you’ve had a moment to catch your breath, you recognize Steve’s solid form underneath you, and you beckon Danny closer before snuggling into your man with a sigh. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Steve hooks your leg around his waist and presses his lips against your forehead. “I think you mispronounced ‘thank you’ by several syllables there.”

“I meant what I said,” you insist through the haze of sleep, placing your hand over Danny’s on your waist and interlocking your fingers. “I consider this team building. Much more effective than your mandated therapy. Ergo, you’re welcome.”

“Bet he still won’t let me drive, though,” Danny mumbles against your skin, and you can feel his lips quirk up in a cheeky grin.

Steve leans up on his elbow to look at his partner over your half-asleep form. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, I’m serious. Why would you ask me if I’m serious? Have you ever know me to be unserious when commenting on your neurotic ways?”

“I just- you’re unbelievable, Danny, y’know that? I share my bed with you, I share my girl with you, and you still say things like that. Where do you hide all that audacity in such a small stature, huh?”

“Oh, for the love of- will you two shut up?” you groan. Both men mumble apologies and shift closer to envelope you in their warmth which you happily accept. “It’s imperative I get my postcoital beauty sleep since you two will clearly need more team building sessions.”

“You wanna do this again?” Danny asks, quirking an eyebrow at Steve who shrugs as he awaits your answer.

“Of course,” you mumble through a yawn, already dozing off. “I’m sure dream Danny will be visiting again for inspiration sometime soon.”

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hawaii5-0gurl · 2 years

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Coming for You! Masterlist

(New Header! I like this one more than the old one!)

This is going to be a mini-series... I think...

Paring: Steve McGarrett X Reader Williams

Characters: Everyone... also various OMC & OFC

Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Angst, hidden pregnancy, Violence, Language, Kidnapping, Possible (almost) Harm to a Child, Scared Children, Upset/ Pissed off Steve, Upset/ Pissed off Danny, Asshole Ex

(There is more but once again my stupid brain is not working...)

A/n: This was going to originally be Reader X Danny but as I was writing it, it seemed to me that she would fit more with Steve. Or my brain subconsciously decided that this needed to be a Steve story? Who really knows?... So, I just made her a Williams instead.

Summary: After Danny helps his pregnant sister get away from her abusive ex five years ago, Y/n is finally able to have some peace. She has started over. Loving the life she has created for her and her son, that is, until the unthinkable happens.

(I suck at summaries... I will try to come up with something better later.)

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Tagging My Ohana and Steve Taglists: Just to let you know

Ohana (Everything)

@camillyb @gurkiloni @wanniiieeee @fanfictionaddiction99 @coffeewithoutcaffeine @darkastartarus @daniig95 @veronicapaula @stephv213 @paintlavillered @peaches-1999 @doloreschanal @jamie2305 @esposadomd @drakelover78

Steve Taglist

@rory-cakes @luckyladycreator2 @iamasimpingh0e

@latasha3398

@hails-halstead @healojane @summer-children @multiplecelebritycrushesat16

@breadsquash @where-thesundoesntshine @isoldeahlstrom @remembered-license @acesgunner95

I CAN’T TAG YOU GUYS- @NattyAssasian @etherealpqrkers

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astonmartinii · 10 months

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you and me got a whole lotta history | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x historian!reader

y/n is a historian and it’s not her fault her bf’s job takes him all around the world…

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location: melbourne 📍

yourusername: so it’s the australian grand prix and i’ve spent the start of the week exploring this old city. one of my stops was the historic old melbourne gaol. this now museum was once a prison that housed some of the most feared criminals in australian history. constructed in 1839, the old melbourne gaol saw 133 hanged for their crimes between 1845 and 1924. it was briefly used during world war two but ceased operation as a prison in 1924 and was renovated to be part of the RMIT university and the museum it is today. a definite must if you’re visiting melbourne !!

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user1: my fave part of the race week is y/n’s museum recommendations tbf

user2: i can vision charles being dragged around this place hating his life

charles_leclerc: the things we do for love

yourusername: you said you enjoyed it :(

charles_leclerc: I DID

user2: oops

yourusername: i’ll leave you at the hotel next time

charles_leclerc: it was scary but i enjoyed it because i was with you

yourusername: okay that’s better

danielricciardo: so my farm isn’t good enough for you

yourusername: noooooo danny i thought we were going after the race?

danielricciardo: oof my bad

user3: petition for there to be a teds notebook but it’s y/n giving us a historical guide to the city the race is in

f1: we’re listening @skysportsf1

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charles_leclerc: tough race in melbourne but a beautiful city regardless

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user4: HE served, we don’t talk about the race

yourusername: i don’t mean to say i told you so but i did say our day trip would be the best part

user5: girl you’re gonna get banned from the ferrari garage

yourusername: they deserve far worse than what i’m saying let’s be real

user5: true

user6: i love how charles didn’t reply ferrari has his ass ON LOCK

carlossainz55: we'll come back stronger

danielricciardo: we can all commiserate at my farm bro

charles_leclerc: your farm better be as good as you're saying now

danielricciardo: nervously awaiting the y/n review

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location: miami 📍

yourusername: though miami may be known for it's partying (it's all about the U), charles and i took our monday to take a stroll around st bernard de clairvaux church, one of miami's hidden gems. the church was originally built in spain all the way back in 1141 to the style of cistercian romanesque architecture for alfonso vii. the monastry's cloister was illegally purchased by american william randolph hearst in 1926 and in order for the church to be transported it was dismantled to 11,000 pieces and sent to the us where it was rebuilt and still stands to this day.

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user7: i'm never gonna be able to afford to go to miami so why did i read this whole thing like i'll visit some day?

yourusername: history is important and interesting, always good to read even if you never visit !!

user8: she's like the older sister i never had

user9: did charles enjoy this one more?

yourusername: "at least i'll get a tan here"

charles_leclerc: i feel like anyone who reads about me in your comments will think i'm an asshole, i have fun every time i just don't understand most of it

yourusername: i know you have fun baby (and i love you for driving us to all of these places)

user10: have you considered our super historic frat house this saturday night?

user11: imagine thinking you have a chance when her literal boyf is CHARLES LECLERC

user10: every goal has a goalkeeper doesn't mean you can't score

charles_leclerc: i will run you over

user12: omg ferrari's pr is quaking

yourusername

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yourusername: it is my biggest honour to announce my position as a history lecturer here at oxford!! i always dreamed of studying here and to get to pass on my knowledge to those looking to follow in my footsteps is a huge pleasure and responsibility.

p.s. no worries, it is not full time so race week explorations will continue.

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user13: so it was true :(((((( wait i just read the whole post my bad

user14: so i guess i now need to turn my Cs into As if i wanna attend a y/n lecture

charles_leclerc: unbelievably proud of you my love - don't miss me too much

yourusername: you sure i can't persuade you to move to england with me :(

charles_leclerc: i'll be there as much as i can be but monaco is still our home

yourusername: always

landonorris: proud of you smarty pants

yourusername: thank you landito

landonorris: so you'll now root for the brits?

charles_leclerc: over my dead body

yourusername: what charlie said

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charles_leclerc: super happy for another win for the season but we keep pushing for the real prize at the end of the season - thank you for your continued support tifosi and my love y/n who stayed up all the way in oxford ❤️

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user20: i don't wanna jinx it but like the season is going well

user21: too well....

yourusername: winning looks good on you

charles_leclerc: you look better on me

pierregasly: oh god you've been apart for a triple header and now you're being horny on main

yourusername: says mr. doggy emoji

pierregasly: touche

user22: so charles can mathematically win in either austin or brazil FUCK THEM KIDS I NEED Y/N AT THESE RACES

user23: if she's not there for charles wdc i am personally going to have a sleepover on the train tracks

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tagged: charles_leclerc

yourusername: the autodromo jose carlos pace is the crown jewel of the interlagos neighbourhood. the circuit opened 83 years ago and has hosted the f1 since 1972. the circuit was originally meant to be a housing area but due to the 1929 stock market crash the owners decided to construct a racing track instead. interlagos is often a season decider with fernando alonso winning both his 2005 and 2006 titles here, kimi raikkonen winning the 2007 championship here, lewis hamilton won the 2008 championship here, jenson button clinched the 2009 title here and CHARLES LECLERC WON HIS FIRST TITLE HERE IN INTERLAGOS FOR THE 2023 SEASON

on a real note i am so proud of you charles, i have seen the sacrifices you have made and the unbelievable amount of effort you pour into every facet of your racing NO ONE deserves this more than you. i am so grateful to have shared this moment with you, here's to many more xxx

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user26: i am unwell this is so fucking cute

user27: bro this is so fucking crazy

charles_leclerc: couldn't have done it without you, so glad you could be there for me xx

yourusername: always charlie xx

yourstudent: miss y/n you can cancel all of our lectures if charles wins the championship again FORZA FERRARI

charles_leclerc: the people have spoken

user28: insane butterfly effect of the wall street crash to charles leclerc 2023 wdc

user29: they make me believe in love

note: this was super random but popped into my head while at work and i knew i had to write it !! hope you enjoyed xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc x you

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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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A Rivals Heart 3

summary: A crush had turned into hatred, but with the work of Lando, Alex and George, maybe it could be fixed.

pairing: max verstappen x fem! driver reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual tensions.

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“You don’t understand guys, we almost kissed! And now he hasn’t said a thing to me! He’s acting like nothing happened!” You groan out, pacing back and forth as George, Alex and Lando simply watch you.

It’s the weekend of the Saudi Arabian GP, and you’re currently in the Williams hospitality, ranting about the night at the club with Max.

Lando just laughs as you rant on about your awkward encounter with Max, he found the entire thing absolutely funny.

George and Alex just chuckle, George glances at you with a smirk on his face.

“He’s probably just as confused as you are, or he’s trying to figure out what he actually feels towards you.” George adds on, as Lando just keeps laughing.

“Well clearly he still hates me..” You say throwing your hands up, “You guys saw how he was glaring at me!”

Lando lets out another laugh, George sighs and rolls his eyes.

“He does still hate you, that’s true.” George says with a smirk, but he quickly adds on. “But I think your encounter with him might have changed that..”

Alex just sips his water, looking away into the distance as he listens to your rant.

“Ugh! Whatever guys are stupid, he’s stupid!” You groan out, flopping down on one of the couches in the hospitality.

Lando lets out a chuckle, but George looks at you seriously, he can tell how much this is infuriating you.

“What if I could get him to talk to you?” He asks, watching you.

Lando chuckles at that idea, while Alex just sips on his water, clearly just listening to this entire conversation not sure what to say.

“No..no just leave it be..” You mumble out, leaning your head back as you close your eyes. The three guys look at each other, knowing they won’t leave it be and will definitely say something to him.

———

“Heyyy Max!” Lando says after searching the entire paddock for him.

Max looks up from his phone from where he was sitting in RB hospitality. “Hi..” Max replies, turning off his phone and looking at Lando.

“Soo…” Lando says, taking a seat next to Max, “You remember that one night at the club last weekend?” Lando adds on.

Max smirks at Lando, he can’t believe the audacity of Lando to ask a question like that.

He remembers that one night all too well. But he doesn’t show that to Lando.

“Yes I do.” Max replies, not wanting to go into details or mention it further.

“Right..right” Lando says, not sure what to say with Max being so…dry. “Uh well! That was purely to piss you off…” Lando adds on with a chuckle, “But uh- we think you should say something to Y/n!”

Max just looks at Lando, not replying yet. Landos intentions were obvious, and he knew that as well as Max.

Finally, he spoke. “Why’s that?” He asked, turning back to Lando so they make eye contact.

“Just to uh yknow..fix relationships within the grid..?” Lando says awkwardly, even if he was good friends with Max, this conversation was awkward, too awkward.

Max smirks at the excuse Lando tried to make.

“We’re rivals. She’s always hated me and I’ve always hated her.” He says bluntly.

“Right well! See you around mate!” Lando says, getting up quickly and clapping Max on his shoulder as he rushes off to find George and Alex.

——

“That was horrible! Why couldn’t Alex say something to him!” Lando whines out to George and Alex, having had done a terrible job talking to Max.

George rolls his eyes at Lando, “Alex wouldn’t have done any better” George says.

“Hey! I was teammates with him, I would’ve done way better!” Alex says offended.

“What about Danny?” Lando suggests, “Daniel loves to annoy Max..” He adds on.

“That is true…” George mumbles out, thinking about it.

———

“Oh yeah I’m in..” Danny says with a grin, “Anything to piss off Max” He adds on with a chuckle.

So now here you are walking side by side with Danny walking to RB hospitality to eat with him. “Why didn’t you get Lando or someone else to go with you..” You mumble out annoyed, not understanding why Danny picked you.

“Because I want to have some lunch with my other bestie!” Daniel says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder with a grin.

Seeing him smile you couldn’t help but also smile. You both find a table to sit at, “I’ll go grab some stuff to munch on..” Danny says with a grin.

Unknowingly Max was walking up behind you to join, “Oh hey Max! You can sit right there!” Danny says, pulling Max and shoving him into the chair across of you before he sprints away laughing.

Max lets out a groan as he’s being shoved into a chair and then being left alone with you. He couldn’t believe Daniel would do him dirty like that but you can’t really say no to Danny without being rude. “Fucking asshole..” He mutters under his breath.

He sits across from you and looks at you, not saying a word, clearly planning his next move. “Uhm, hi..” You say with a nervous smile, not exactly what to say or do, since it’s been weird between the two of you.

“So you do talk…” Max says with a smirk, leaning back in his seat. “And you’re back to being an ass..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes. You look around Red Bulls hospitality and notice Alex, George, Lando and Daniel trying to “hide” and watch you and Max talk, you glare at them but glance back over to Max.

Max smirks, this was more like the conversations the two of you usually had.

“Did you miss me?” He asks as he raises one of his eyebrows at you, clearly teasing you. “Oh I missed you so much!” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

Max grins at you, he can already tell you two are back to your normal fighting self again.

“That’s a nice attitude you have schatz”He says sarcastically. “Thanks..” You mumble out, narrowing your eyes at him. “It’s special just for you..” You add on.

Max smiles at you, his smile growing larger with every sarcastic comment you send his way.

“I feel honored” He says as his voice was filled with sarcasm and amusement.

“Good..” You mumble out before getting up from your seat, “Well I’d better get ready for qualifying!” You say, “It was so nice talking to you!” You add on sarcastically, making your way to your teams garage.

———

“It totally worked..” You hear a voice say, snapping you from your nap, “What…?” You mumble out confusedly, opening you eyes and spotting Lando, Alex and George.

It was race day and you were at your teams hospitality, taking a nap before everything started.

“Danny leaving you two to talk!” George says, reminding you of the previous day. “That definitely didn’t work..” You mumble out, sitting up to look at the three guys.

“Maybe not..” Lando chuckles, “But at least you two are talking now.” Lando replies.

George just rolls his eyes, “Yeah he’s right about that, it’s a start.” George adds on, he knows what him and Lando had attempted to do yesterday didn’t go that well.

“It was a shitty attempt at trying to fix this..” Alex mumbles under his breath. “See! Alex gets it!” You say, motioning your hand towards Alex.

Alex rolls his eyes once again but doesn’t say anything.

“So what did he even end up saying to you?” George asks, clearly eager to know about the encounter between you and Max. “Was he even nice?” He asks.

“Yeah he was suuper nice!” You say sarcastically glaring at George. George rolls his eyes, he had obviously seen through your sarcasm.

“He definitely wasn’t nice.” George adds on, his tone being slightly serious.

“Really?!” You say faking shock, “I didn’t know George!”

“Oh be quiet.” George rolls his eyes at you.

Lando smirks, it’s clear he’s enjoyed watching this entire thing unfold. Alex just remains quiet.

“Can we just drop Max and focus on the race happening soon?” You mumble out with a groan.

That was clearly the worst move to make, as the guys all turn to you, looking at you as if you had just insulted their mothers.

“Drop Max?” George asks, sounding genuinely disappointed now.

“No!” Lando shouts, almost as if this situation was now his problem.

“We want the drama..” Alex replies, finally joining the conversation.

“If you want drama go talk to Pierre and Charles or something!” You say with a groan, getting up from your spot.

“That’s boring drama.” Lando chuckles, getting up with you.

“The drama here is much more interesting.” George says, also standing up.

“Don’t walk out on us, this is still our problem too.” Lando says. “It’s not your guys problem! You three volunteered to make it your problem!” You say, walking away to go to your teams garage and get prepared for the race.

———

“Just one more lap to go, P3, P3” Your engineer says over radio.

You had a great start, moving up two positions from P5, and thankfully being able to keep that P3 position for the entire race.

Max was just in-front of you in P2. With Checo in P1.

“Gap between me and Verstappen?” You ask, wanting, needing, to overtake him for your own egos sake.

Your engineer replies to you pretty quickly, knowing how competitive you are.

“Approximately 2.3 seconds.” He replies. “Perfect” You reply, set on overtaking him.

You focus on the race, keeping in mind the gap between Max.

You’ve started your lap, you close in on Max. You were getting a good speed on this track compared to others, you finally were in DRS and were able to pull alongside Max.

Side by side to Maxs RB19, you try to push to get past him, but he wasn’t having it.

He knowingly moves in closer to you, self sabotaging his race and yours.

Max was not having it, he wasn’t about to let you win this race, even if it meant taking both of you out of the race, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

You collide into each other, you know how fast both of you were going, you knew the impact was going to be hard so you close your eyes and brace for it.

Both of your cars are sent spinning out into the grass. The crash was hard, but you were okay, you open your eyes, you see the grass and gravel being thrown around you.

Everything stopped for a moment, you were okay. You were safe. But he ruined it.

Of course he couldn’t let you pass him, instead he opted to take you both out. “You okay Y/n?” Your engineer asks, “I’m fucking pissed” You reply sharply, getting out of your car and storming over to Maxs.

He was just getting out of his when he noticed you storming over. “You’re a fucking asshole!” You shout, throwing your hands up in the air.

Max had just got out of the car, not having any care in the world for anything else.

“That was quite fun wasn’t it?” He says with a smirk, he knew what he just did, but he was completely fine with it.

“I hate you! I hope you’re proud of yourself Verstappen!” You say, noticing the marshalls rushing over now to split you two apart. Max freezes in his spot, thankful you couldn’t see the way his face dropped at your words. The marshalls rush you away from him and off the track.

He knew he fucked up, he knew he lost you. You called him by his last name and said you hated him. The words cut him deep, and that’s something you couldn’t see. He hated the way this whole thing turned out now. He was hurt that you truly meant every word.

You’re brought back to your teams garage. Everyone looks at you, not saying anything, they know the drama between the two of you, but you had never truly said you hated the other before.

———

“Y/n? Y/n!” An interviewer asks, snapping you out of your daze. “How are you feeling after today?” They ask.

You internally roll your eyes at the question, hated that you still had to attend media duties. “Pretty bad, I mean there wasn’t much I could do..” You reply, rubbing your hand over you face, trying to hide the fact you were crying about ten minutes ago.

The interviewer could clearly see you were trying to hide something. You always seemed to look so confident and happy during these interviews.

“Can I ask, how do you feel about Max? Because this isn’t the first time you two have clashed.” The interviewer asks.

“I think he’s a pussy” You say blankly, “He couldn’t deal with me trying to overtake him”

You didn’t care if PR yelled at you, you were pissed. The interviewer nods at your response, not wanting to act surprised or shocked.

“Are you implying he wouldn’t let you overtake him because you’re female?” They ask.

“Yes, yes I am” You reply bluntly.

The interviewer nods in understanding, they know Max and you both have always had this tension and rivalry between you two.

“And he did crash into you, I’m sure the FIA will look into this accident.” The interviewer points out.

You let out a chuckle at that, “Sure..” You say with a grin, knowing the FIA won’t do that.

The interviewer gets frustrated at your grin and how you were laughing at the whole thing.

“Do you believe you could’ve won the race if that collision didn’t happen?” The interviewer asks.

“I think it would’ve been possible, yes” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest.

The interviewer takes note of that, they know you’re always extremely confident in your abilities as a race car driver. It isn’t something that surprises them.

“Do you believe you’ll make a comeback in Melbourne? With this incident?” The interviewer says, it was clear they were trying to see how motivated you are to win next weekend.

“Yes, I’m very confident” You say.

The interviewer makes a note of this as well, they always knew you’d never back down on your confidence.

“Alright, that’ll be all. Thank you.” The interviewer says as they turn off the camera and hand you a towel to wipe off sweat.

You are able to relax for a few moments before your PR manager comes up to you. You noticed the hint of irritation in your PR manager, but that was hidden by a forced smile.

The PR manager looks at you, they know how badly the day went and how pissed you were at Max for crashing into you.

They put their arm around your shoulder and lead you back to your drivers room.

Once the door is closed you let out a sigh. “You have to watch what you say” Kelly, your PR manager says.

“I know that! I’m just so pissed off..” You say, leaning up against the small makeshift bed.

Kelly just nods at you, she understands what your feelings right now, but she knows she still has to act as your PR manager.

“He’s got to you a good bit.” She says, hoping to get you to relax a bit more.

“He crashed into you, you’re allowed to be mad.” She adds on. “I know the FIA won’t do anything…” You say softly, disappointment and irritation evident in your tone.

“They most likely won’t..” Kelly says softly, she knows this feeling all too well.

She sighs, she knows that this whole situation sucks, but you have to move on from it for now, you can’t let this incident ruin the next race in Melbourne.

“The team will try and say something to the FIA” Kelly adds on, giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay that’s good..” You mumble out, rubbing your hand over your face.

Kelly nods at you, letting out a little sigh.

“They probably won’t do much, it’s Max we’re talking about here.” She says, “He has a special place for all the rules.” She adds on sarcastically, her voice becoming slightly annoyed.

You let out a chuckle at her words, “Yeah that’s true” You say with a small grin. “It’s not fair, but it’s just the way things are.” Kelly says with a sigh, she hated how the whole system worked.

You both sit there for a few moments in silence, until there was a knock at your door.

“I’ll check it” She says, moving to crack open the door and peek her head out, “Yeah Y/n’s in here, you can come in..” She says, moving the door more open, letting in Lewis.

You perk up at the sight of Lewis, you’ve never really talked much but he’s a nice guy. Lewis walked into the room with a smile on his face, you knew he had heard what happened, words spread quick around the paddock.

Lewis had always been a supportive person to you. “How you feeling?” Lewis asks, he had come to have just a general chat and check up on you.

“Pretty shitty..” You say with a chuckle, you glance at Kelly who gives you a smile and exits the room, knowing Lewis probably wants to comfort you.

Lewis smiles at your response, he can tell you’re just trying to joke around a little bit to avoid being in a sour mood.

“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to check up on you sooner.” Lewis says, sitting down next to you, he knew how you were probably feeling right now after the whole incident.

“It’s alright..” You say with a faint smile, glancing over at him.

There’s a good chunk of silence before he speaks up, “I- I know how you feel…” He says, “Like you fit in but don’t completely…you’ll always be viewed as an outsider and be targeted…”

“I know it must be worse for you- but I understand to some extent…” Lewis says, looking at you.

Lewis’ words hit home, you’ve never really seen anyone really understand your situation before.

“You do understand…” You reply with a faint smile, you felt good at the moment for just a few seconds, “Thanks Lewis..” You add on.

There’s a moment of silence as you figure out your next words. “There’s some drivers who I’m friends with- and some I talk to- who I’m friendly with”

“But it’s not the same, there’s still this distance, that I’m still left out even if it’s not noticeable…”

“And there’s unspoken pressure with me being female, I have to preform every weekend, or else I’ll be viewed as if I don’t deserve my seat..”

“If there’s just one slip up, almost everyone in F1 hates me” You say softly.

You realized you had been talking pretty fast, you had been spewing everything that had been bottled up inside of you.

Lewis couldn’t help but feel bad for you, because he did know how it felt to constantly have the pressure of performing on your shoulders.

“I know..” He replies back, “I have my own troubles, but I think yours are worse than mine..” Lewis says, he could tell how much the pressure to perform was getting to you.

“Yeah well-“ You say with a dry chuckle, “That’s F1..”

Lewis smiles softly at your dry humor, he had a slight feeling that you were using jokes as a way to lighten the tension.

“It is unfortunately..” He replies back.

He was always pretty silent when it came to emotional stuff, but you could tell that his heart truly did go out for you.

“Thank you for checking up on me..” You say, giving him a small smile.

Lewis just smiles back at you, you knew he cared about you, despite you two not being too close before this.

“Your welcome.” He replies, he gives you a small pat on the shoulder before leaving the room.

You were happy that someone checked up on you.

———

You let out a sigh, you were back at your hotel room, laying in bed watching Cars when there was a knock at your door.

“Coming!” You say, getting up from the bed and over to the door, cracking it open just enough to see who it is.

When you see who it is, you are caught off guard.

Max was standing at the door.

He obviously didn’t know how to approach you after the whole incident but he couldn’t just ignore the whole thing, there was something he wanted to say, and now was the time.

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radio 🪩: Merry Christmas for those who celebrate! Hope this was a good third part!

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Busy

A/N: This was a request from @dangerouslyclose who requested an angst to fluff Danny Williams x reader story so I hope you enjoy it 😁

Danny Williams was a man of many things and one of those things was being diligent at work but lately he’s been too busy with work and it was affecting our relationship.

Danny and I met a year ago when I got a job offer in Hawaii and moved down from Los Angeles. Long story short he was yelling at his best friend, Steve, and wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and ran right into me spilling his hot coffee down my dress, my white dress. I took it like a champ, who lived in Los Angeles for twenty eight years. “REALLY!? You can’t be serious right now, I have to be at work in fifteen minutes and my hotel room is twenty minutes in the opposite direction. Way to ruin my first day blondie!” Instead of yelling back his friend snickered behind his coffee cup while Danny decided to be nice about it, “I’m sorry, alright how about me and my friend here give you a ride to your hotel room so you can change and then drive you to work.” I agreed and as much as I tried to resist it I fell for the charming blonde that was somehow taller than me. We became fast friends and two months later we became a couple. Fast forward ten months and here we are a happy couple, living ten minutes away from each other but practically living together but lately all we do is fight.

Which we are currently doing now, “Danny when are you going to make time in your schedule for us!?”

“What are you talking about? We do spend time together!”

“No, we don’t! You’re either spending your time chasing bad guys and getting shot at or hanging out with Grace!”

“Oh, so now I’m the bad guy because I spend time with my daughter!?”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT!”

“THEN WHAT IS IT? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?”

“YOUR TIME DANNY, YOUR TIME!”

“YOU KNOW HOW BUSY I AM CRIME DOESN’T STOP JUST BECAUSE MY NEEDY GIRLFRIEND WANTS TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER!”

“NEEDY!? GOD MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN LA!”

“YEAH, MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE! IT SURE WOULD MAKE MY LIFE A HELL OF A LOT LESS COMPLICATED!”

My face dropped and my eyes filled with tears as I grabbed my keys and headed towards the door until he grabbed my arm and stopped me, “I’m sorry Y/N I shouldn’t have said that and I don’t mean it, I swear it was just a heat of the moment kind of thing.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat before hissing, “Let go of my arm Daniel.” He dropped my arm at the use of his full name. He knows I never call him that unless I’m pissed off.

With my arm now free I escape out the door to my car before driving to my favorite spot, a look out over the ocean where Danny took me on our first date.

Danny’s POV

As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to take them back but she was already high tailing it for the door. I managed to grab her arm but when she used my full name I dropped her arm realizing just how bad I screwed up. I tried to go after her but by the time of got out the door she was already in her car. I leaned against the wall cursing into my hands.

I made a split minute decision and got in my car and drove to Steve’s. When I got there I frantically pounded on the door until I heard Steve yell, “I”m coming, Jesus.” When he opened the door and saw my panicked face he furrowed his eyebrows before asking, “Danny? What’s wrong?”

I pushed my way in before pacing the length of his living room. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or wear a hole into the rug?”

I stopped and then started pacing again before saying, “I did something stupid, really really stupid.”

He crossed his arms before saying, “Please elaborate Danno, you do a lot of stupid stuff.”

“I called Y/N needy.”

I watched as he sighed and leaned against the wall before rubbing his hand down his face before starting to say something but I interrupted him, “And then I pretty much told her to go back to LA.”

That got his attention. He uncrossed his arms before pushing off the wall and yelling, “You did what!?”

“I know I know that was really dumb to do and say but we were arguing and she said how she wishes she would have stayed in LA and I told her it would have made my life a lot easier.” I collapsed onto the couch with my head in my hands before muttering, “She called me Daniel, she never calls me Daniel.” I felt the couch dip down beside me before Steve said, “And you say I have a big mouth and no relationship knowledge.” I glared before saying, “Now is not the time to be rubbing it in that I came to you of all people for relationship advice.”

“Danny, I don’t know what to tell you except that you have to talk to her, because if you don’t…” His sentence drifted off but I knew what he was getting at. “I know I have to talk to her but what am I supposed to say?”

“The truth Danny and make sure she knows you mean it. Don’t be like me don’t ignore the problem until it goes away because when this problem goes away, so does Y/N.”

I snorted before saying, “Who knew my love life would bring you to a realization about your life.”

He patted me on the back before standing up and then pulling me up, “Go, before it’s too late.”

I nodded my head before leaving Steve’s knowing exactly where she would be.

Y/N’s POV

As I was sitting there feeling the breeze blow my hair I heard a car pull up, I didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“Y/N?”

Instead of turning around I kept facing the ocean until I felt him sit beside me. “Look, I know what I said hurt you and I’m sorry. I’m just stressed about this case, and Grace, and you. I’m not trying to make excuses because I know I’m not spending enough time with you and I’m trying to fix that, I really am. I would quit my job if you asked me to-,” I cut him off shaking my head as I said, “No, don’t quit your job, don’t ever quit your job. It’s a part of who you are it’s a part of the man I fell in love with.”

He made eye contact with me before saying, “I’m sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you and I swear I didn’t mean a single word of what I said I was just angry and stressed and yelled things without thinking.”

My eyes teared up as I watched his own do the same before saying, “No I’m sorry, I started the fight and it wasn’t necessary and I said things I shouldn’t have said too.”

He grabbed my hands before saying, “No, don’t apologize for that. You were telling me how you felt and instead of listening I turned our conversation into a fight and it wasn’t necessary. From now on I’m going to split my time between my two favorite girls and make sure you both get the attention you deserve, but please, forgive me.”

I pulled him in for a kiss before sniffling and saying, “You’re forgiven Williams but I do have a request.”

He raised his eyebrows in question as he asked, “What’s that?”

“Stop by the store and get me my favorite ice cream and let me watch the Notebook.”

He chuckled before kissing me and saying, “You got it babe.”

I pulled him in for one last kiss before whispering, “I love you.”

He smiled before saying, “I love you too.”

#danny williams #danny williams x reader #steve mcgarrett #hawaii five oh #hawaii #angst with a happy ending #hawaii five 0 #5 0

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camillyb · 2 years

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‘Pahele’-“Trapped”

Part One.

Pairing: Danny Williams x Reader.

Steve McGarrett x Reader (Unrequited love).

Requested by @pumpkinfriend : “Hi! I would LOVE a Danny x reader story :) Maybe Steve and Danny rescue reader from a dangerous situation. Both take a liking to her, kinda competing for her attention/feelings... Reader likes them both, is lighty flirty with both... Does that makes sense? Thank you!”

Characters that may appear or be mentioned: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Kono Kalakaua, Chin Ho Kelly, Kamekona, Wo Fat, Duke Lukela, Grace Williams, Capt. Lou Grover, Joe White, Catherine Rollins.

Warnings: Kidnapping, knife wounds, torture, blood, fractured rib, strangulation, angst.

Words: 625

A/N: ok, i already had one started drafting a while ago, i loved writing this request. sorry for the delay to post, i’m full of tests... anyway, i hope you like it, and let me know what you think! remember, requests are still open!

Sista = Sister.

Brah = Bro/Brother.

It was midnight when you woke up when you heard a noise downstairs in your house. You always went to sleep with your gun tucked away in the top drawer of the desk beside your bed, you learned from your father’s friend Joe White. How did your father and Joe meet? Simple. Both served in the Navy, however, Y/N’s father died in combat.

You left the room trying to make as little noise as possible, with your gun pointed straight ahead and started down the stairs, watching a male figure going through the closets.

“Hey. You there. Five-zero, raise your hands where I can see it!” - Her face softened when she saw Kamekona.

“Easy there sista!” - He raised his hands. The question is, why was Kamekona at her house? Well, you got hurt a while ago and he volunteered to cook, so sometimes he showed up at your house.

“Kamekona! How many times have I said that when you’re coming, it’s to let you know brah? And it’s half past midnight! What are you doing here?” - You approached lowering the gun while rubbing your free hand over your face.

“So sista, you know what it is...” - He started to try to explain himself until he was interrupted.

“No, you know what? Don’t even tell me what you came here for. We had a big gang case that resulted in murder today and now I just want to sleep, so whatever you do and if you want the guest room is free... Good night, Kame!” - You turned your back and started to climb the steps, however, stopped halfway turning around again. - “And give me back my keys, you can put in the first drawer on the right of the desk that has in the office...” - You smiled and continued up the stairs.

“Thanks sister! Night!”

Little did she know the day would be long...

• • ────────────── • •

6:30 am... Time to get up!

When your father passed away, the only father figure you had was Joe. Your mother died a while later too, she had cancer, it was in an advanced stage, little chance of cure. When she passed away, you only had Joe, he promised he would take care of you.

As a good soldier’s daughter and later raised by a soldier, you learned to get up early and go for a run.

“Morning brah!” - You said when you entered the kitchen and saw that he was also awake.

“Good morning!”

“Kame, I’m going out for a run ok.” - You started moving away from the kitchen.

“Done!”

“Oh, I almost forgot...” - You turned around - “When I leave, lock the door, don’t let anyone in.”

“Everything’s ok?” - He asked as he approached.

“Yeah, of course. Just in case. See you later, I’ll show up in the truck.” - You turned and ran out the door.

• • ────────────── • •

As you ran, you always paid attention to your surroundings, being a target of Wo Fat was a problem.

Wo Fat was behind Shelburne, in his view, Wo Fat acts out of impulsiveness. If he catches someone, he insists and insists on getting the victim to talk, even if he keeps denying it. Torture is not very cool...

When you were younger, you had already been kidnapped, but as you were trained by Joe, you managed to escape from the place where you were taken.

Even being observant, felt that someone was following you, but you didn’t give that much importance. There were times when u received letters at your house, with no sender only the recipient, you.

• • ────────────── • •

“Steve?” - Danny called him worried.

“What” - Steve stopped doing what he was doing

“It’s Y/N. We have a problem”

• • ────────────── • •

Hey! I’ll finish writing and I’ll post when I’m ready. I don’t know how many parts there will be, probably 3 at most.

I’m sorry for the delay!

#danny williams #hawaii five 0 #steve mcgarrett #alex o'loughlin #hawaii 5 0 #danny williams x reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x you #steve mcgarrett x reader

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 3 years

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Girl-Of-Many-Fandoms Masterlist: HAWAII 5-0

STEVE MCGARRETT

Out From The Shadows

Date?

Missed Annivesary

Face To The Name

Teenage Years

Note that I don’t own any of these OG characters only Y/N or reader. Do not steal or copywrite my work. GIF credits to the respected owners!

*- Mentions of smut

**- Definite smut

#hawaii 5 0 #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagines #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett imagine #danny williams #danny williams imagine #cbs hawaii five 0

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I Care About You

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x female reader

Y/n knew working with five -0 meant she would probably get shot one day, but she was not happy that that day was today. She was already having an awful week, hell an awful month. Ever since she had broke things off with Danny Williams she’d been a mess.

Here she was sitting in the hospital while the team was still trying to track down the murder suspect who had also shot her. All she was thinking about was how much she wished she could call Danny, but she couldn’t. She was the one that got scared after their first big fight and ran off, she was the one that would barely talk to him in the office.

Danny had been on a tail of the shooters partner on the other side of the island when y/n had been shot. She wasn’t even sure if he knew what happened, or even cared.

Right as she let the idea of Danny not caring over take her mind, her door swung open. Her head shot up to she a panicked Danny enter the room.

“Danny” she whispered

“Hey babe” he breathed out, walking to her slowly like he was afraid she’d run.

“Wha-what are you doing here Danno?” She said, trying to sound nonchalant when all she wanted to do was run into his arms.

“Why wouldn’t I be here y/n? When Steve told me what happened, I... I needed to be here with you. I care about you y/n, more than you know.”

She tried to fight back the tears but they burst through at his words and she couldn’t take it anymore.

“No no no don’t cry, shhh you’re okay y/n/n” Danny said as he moved to her side wrapping her up in his arms.

“I’ve just missed you so much!” Y/n managed to whisper. Yes she saw him practically everyday, but they barely talked for weeks.

Danny placed a kiss to her temple and waited for her to go on.

“I- I was wrong! I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I just got so scared Danny, I got so scared I’d lose you and pushed you away and now I’ve lost you and it’s all my fault.”

She finally fell apart and let out every thing she’d been thinking for the past month.

“You haven’t lost me y/n. You’ll never lose me babe.”

She finally looked up at him, as he moved his hands to cup her face.

“Y/n I don’t want to scare you more but, I love you.” His confession made her heart swell! “I love you so much it hurts, and I’m sorry it took you getting shot for me to tell you that but I do. I know your scared, I am too y/n/n but I would die before I hurt you!”

Y/n tried to speak but nothing came out. That’s all she had wanted to hear him say for months. She let her emotions take over as she pulled him into a kiss she’d been longing for since she walked out of Danny’s home all those weeks ago.

She pulled away reluctantly and nuzzled her self in to him.

Danny pulled her into a tight hug and sighed. “Should I take you not running again as a good sign or is that just cause your kinda stuck here?” He said pointing to the medical equipment next to y/n’s bed that she was hooked up to.

“I think kissing you is pretty opposite of running away Danno...”

“Yeah well...” he said looking a down and seeming but less confident.

“Danno?” Y/n said, putting her hand on his cheek.

“Hmm?” He hummed leaning into her touch and looking back up at her.

“I love you so much!”

Danny let out a breath he’d been holding in since he confessed his feelings.

“God, I could get used to hearing that” he said as he kissed her forehead

“Good!” She said with a smirk “I don’t think I’m gonna get tired of saying it... ever!” She said as she moved over to give him room to sit with her.

#danno x reader #danny williams x reader #hawaii five 0 xreader #hawaii five 0 x y/n #hawaii five 0 #danny williams

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slutforsilverfoxes · 2 years

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Steve McGarrett Masterlist

Incorrigible 🥰❤️‍🔥

The Ticket Clinic 🥰❤️‍🔥

Method Acting 🥰❤️‍🔥

You Can Call Me Al 🥺🥰 (TW: mentions of blood, violence, & some gore)

Beggin' 🥺🥵

All I Ask 😔

You're My Home 🥰

Laundry Day 🥰

The Commander and I 🥰

And Then Some 🥺🥰

Poker Face 🥰❤️‍🔥

Guys and Dolls 🥰

Damned Spot 😔🥺

Backseat Driver (feat. Danny Williams) ❤️‍🔥🥵

Knockin' Boots 🥵

Doctor’s Orders 🥰❤️‍🔥

Mr. Fix It 🥰❤️‍🔥

Sunrise, Sunset 😔

Sleight of Hand 🥰❤️‍🔥

Eight Seconds ❤️‍🔥🥵

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hawaii5-0gurl · 3 years

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Officially Mine

Characters: Danny Williams X Reader, Michelle Y/Ln (OFC), Grace Williams (Mentioned), Rachel Hollander (mentioned), Luke (OC)

Word Count: 1910

Warning: Language, Insecure Michelle, Insecure Danny, Asshole Exs, Fluff

A/n: Since I did a Mother's Day post for Steve. I figured that I would do a Father's Day post for Danny.

Feedback is always welcome. The Good and the Bad. It actually helps me as a newbie writer.(Yes I consider myself a newbie...)

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This was going to be a good Father’s Day. Your daughter, Michelle, wanted to do something special for Danny this year. You were surprised that she wanted to do this.

Father’s Day has been a touchy subject all of Michelle’s life. When you had gotten pregnant, Luke, your boyfriend at the time, didn’t want anything to do with you or her. So, from that point on you were a single mom. You did everything in your power to make sure your baby would have everything she needed. You even went as far as keeping his name off the birth certificate.

There were times that Luke tried to come back into yours and Michelle’s life. You did your best to protect her from all of his shit, but no matter how hard you tried he still found a way to hurt you and her. When Michelle was about two years old, he had mostly stopped trying. It was only when you started dating Danny, that was when he all of a sudden wanted to be in her life.

You had met Danny when you had joined HPD. You had hit it off relatively quick, but it took you a while for you to introduce him to Michelle. You didn’t want to bring another person into her life if they were just going to end up leaving her. Not that you thought he would do that to her, you just wanted to protect your little girl.

After a few years of dating, Danny proposed to you. On your wedding day he made a promise to Michelle. He promised that no matter what he would protect her, take care of her and love her unconditionally. He also gave her a heart necklace; on the back it says “Danno loves you”.

Now here we are five years later, Michelle had a carefully wrapped box on her lap. You could tell that she was nervous. She kept rubbing her hand together and her leg was bouncing out of control.

“Baby, calm down.” You reached over placing a hand over hers. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“What if he doesn’t want to do it mom? What if he rejects me?”

“He’s not going to do that. He loves you, more than you could possibly understand.”

“Mom, you don’t know that. He already has Grace; he doesn’t need me. The only reason he tolerates me is because of you.” She put her head down and this just broke your heart.

“I want you to listen to me very closely. Danny Loves you, and its not just because of me. He loves you because of you. Sweetheart, there is nothing that he wouldn’t do for you. Just because he has Grace doesn’t mean he doesn’t want or need you in his life.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I see it every day.” You smiled at her and gave her hand a light squeeze. “Just in the way he talks to you, the way he tells everyone about how proud of you he is. The nights that I’m gone, and you have a nightmare, I know he makes sure that you feel safe, and he stays with you no matter how long it takes. There are even things that you don’t see that he does for you.”

You could see a small smile on her face. She has been through so much in her short fifteen years of life. Even though she has known Danny for more than half of her life, she was still living with the thought of one day being rejected by him, all because of that asshole of an Ex of yours.

You know that it would never happen. The fact is that Danny was feeling the same way. He was afraid that she would end up rejecting him because he wasn’t her biological dad. He knows what Luke did, and he hates him for hurting her, even if she wanted nothing to do with him, he was still her father. There are days when you have to reassure him that she loves him. You hated that two of the most important people in your life felt like the other didn’t love them.

“I’m going to go get him, okay?” She just nodded.

You got up and walked to your shared home office. You looked through the window to see that he was on the phone. You lightly knocked on the door causing him to look over to you. He waved you in, he was just finishing up a call.

“Absolutely not! She is my daughter.” You could see he was frustrated. Just by the look on his face you could tell who he was talking too. “It’s Father’s Day for fucks sake! I am going to be picking her up in a little bit. I am her father, Rachel! She is going to be spending it with ME!”

When the two of you got married, Rachel was not happy. She felt like Danny was going to replace Grace with Michelle. Even though it was the furthest thing from the truth. When you tried to talk to Rachel about all of this before you married Danny, she went ballistic and threatened to take Grace from him. That broke you, you couldn’t be the reason that Grace was taken from Danny. You even tried to call off the wedding. Danny refused; he wasn’t going to lose either of you. He ended up calling her out on all of her bullshit. He even got a better lawyer to make sure that she couldn’t take Grace from him.

“Goodbye Rachel.” He hung up and threw the phone on the desk. “What a bitch. Can you believe that she is trying to keep Grace? Today of all days, she is trying to keep my daughter. She wants her to spend the day with Stan.”

“Actually, I can believe it.” You walked up behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. You could feel him starting to relax under your touch.

“I should go now before she sends Stan to take Grace out.”

“Hunny, Michelle wants to talk to you.”

“What’s wrong?” He stood up quickly and turned to you, with a concerned look on his face.

“Nothing, she just wants to talk to you.” Once again you could see him relax.

“Okay, I will go get Grace after I talk to her.”

The two of you walked out to the living room where Michelle was waiting. Danny went and sat down next to her. You stayed back in the doorway to give them some space. This was her surprise to him, and you wanted to let her have this moment with him.

“Hey kiddo, your mom said you wanted to talk.” She looked over to you, and you just gave her a reassuring nod.

“Yeah. Okay… How do I start this?” You could see her nerves were starting to get to her again. Danny saw it too and quickly acted.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” He put his hand on top of hers and gave her a reassuring smile. She took a deep breath before starting.

“Okay. So, I have known you for most of my life. You allowed me to be apart of your life and I will be forever grateful for that. You are the closest thing I have to a dad.” She reached for the package that was on her lap. Picking it up and handing it to him. “I was hoping that we could maybe make it official.”

Danny accepted the box from her. He had a surprised look on his face. Looking down, he opened the box to see a packet. It was a “Application for Stepparent Adoption”, you had filled everything out all that was left was for him to sign. There was also a document for a “Name Change”, this was filled out as well. She wanted to change her name from Michelle Rose Y/Ln to Michelle Rose Y/Ln-Williams.

“I know that you aren’t my biological father, but I consider you, my dad. Luke is just the sperm donor that created me with mom. Any idiot can be a “father”, but it takes a real man to be a dad. Especially when it isn’t his child.”

Danny was looking down at the packets in front of him, just reading through everything. As he was going through it tears started to well up in his eyes. You had talked to him about doing this just after you guys had gotten married, but he wanted to wait and let Michelle get more acquainted with him. In this moment he was so glad that he waited. It meant more to him that this came from her than you and him deciding to do it.

“You don’t have to do this Danny. It’s okay, I know that you have Grace…”

You could see that she was retreating into herself. Just as you started moving towards her Danny looked up to her. He placed the box and the papers on the coffee table before pulling Michelle into his arms. He couldn’t control his tears at this point, and neither could Michelle.

“Sweetheart, I would love nothing more than for you to be officially mine.” He pulled back to look at her face. “I have considered you my daughter for a long time now. Hell, Grace already calls you her sister.”

“You really want to do this?”

“Yes!” He moved his hands to her face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “This is the best Father’s Day present I could ever get. Thank you.”

He pulled her into another hug and placed a kiss in the top of her head. He let go and started searching all of his pockets, when he didn’t find what he was looking for he got up and started checking drawers. Michelle just looked at him like he was crazy. You on the other hand knew what he was looking for. You walked quickly back to the office and grabbed it off the desk and came back.

“Why can I never find a damn…”

“Babe.” You cut him off, causing him to turn and look at you. You had held out the pen for him.

“Thanks.” He walked over to you grabbing it from you and rushing back to the couch. “Let’s make it official.”

He had the biggest grin on his face. You quickly took out your phone and took a photo of the two of them. Michelle was showing Danny where he was supposed to sign, he had an arm hanging over her shoulders holding her close to him. Once he was done, he stood up and turned to her.

“Come on. Let’s go get Grace and tell her the good news and then we can all spend the day together. Just me and my girls.”

“What about mom?”

“Don’t worry about me. Go have a fun day with your dad and sister.” Danny walked over to you.

“Are you sure?” He placed his hands on your shoulders and was looking into your eyes.

“Yes, go have a great day with your daughters.”

“That sounds amazing.” He gave you a long kiss. “I will definitely do that, but you need to meet up with us for dinner later.”

“Sounds like a date.”

You smiled at him and gave him another kiss. Michelle came over and you pulled her into a hug before sending them out the door.

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MI6 - Steve McGarrett x Reader

Requested by @sleeplessnightsgirl a long time ago! Sorry for the wait - but hope you enjoy:)

Y/N has been working for Britsh Secret Service, MI6, for a little while. Them and Steve have been together for a few months and Y/N still hasn’t worked up the courage to tell him yet. But when they’re chasing the same guy, what happens?

Warnings: Mentions of murder, lying

Y/N = Your Name

Italics = Messages

this fic is gender neutral:)

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It’s fine. I’ll tell him I’m going to see my parents. That’ll work, right?

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Your phone went off at 3am, and you groggily picked it up - the blue screen far too bright for this time of morning. Your eyes took a moment to adjust before reading the short message displayed across the screen.

Track mission. Michael Caster: 5’11, 190lbs. Rockford, Illinois.

“Hey, who’s that?” Steve said, rolling over and squinting his eyes. You quickly put your phone back on the bedside table and turned to face Steve.

“Oh it’s just my dad. I think he just forgets the time difference sometimes, he’s texting me about a movie he saw earlier. It’s fine - go back to sleep.” You said calmly, putting your hands around his neck and smiling at him.

“Okay.” He said sleepily, his eyes already closing as he settled down again. You watched him fall back asleep before you turned around and grabbed your phone.

Registered. Mission report for ma’am by next week. Estimated finish in two weeks without complication. B5.

You replied quickly, gently resting your phone back where it was and throwing your head back onto your pillow. Now really wasn’t the time for a trip onto the mainland and putting your life at risk. You and Steve hadn’t been together long - 8 months or so. You hadn’t told him anything about MI6 or what you did before you met him, and as far as he was concerned; you’d just worked for your parents until you moved to Hawaii 2 years ago; not that you worked as an agent for the most-well known British secret service to exist.

You turned your head and looked at him next to you. You really didn’t want to leave. Steve was doing a really tough case at the moment, chasing down some guy that was going after kids; and it really seemed to get to him. You wanted to be there for him, but your job said otherwise.

You huffed and turned over, putting your face into the pillow. You’d come up with an excuse tomorrow.

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“Hey Steve? I’m thinking I might go see my parents. They’ve been texting me non-stop for the past couple weeks and I think something might be up.” You said nonchalantly, your heart breaking when you saw his face fall. You knew he wouldn’t say no. He could never when it came to your family, he knew moving from England to Hawaii was a big deal for you and that you missed your family like crazy.

“Uh no...of course Y/N, you should go. How long you thinking of going for?” He asked, sadness evident in his tone.

“Not long. Two weeks? Maybe a few days longer if I need to. There’s a flight available tomorrow, early morning.” You replied, grabbing your case from the top of your wardrobe and beginning to put a few items inside.

“Sounds good. I hope you have fun with your family. You know, I’d love to come with you but with the case going on and everything...I don’t think I have time to take a break.” He said sadly, coming over to give you a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your head.

“No, it’s fine. I completely understand. Maybe you can come with me next time. My parents are desperate to meet you. Next time, baby.” You mumbled against his chest, breathing in deeply. You felt so bad lying to him, but you didn’t know how to tell him. You were sure the service wouldn’t mind: he was head of five-0 and ex-Seal so they’d trust him to know. All spouses had a right to know.

You just didn’t know how to tell him.

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Your flight to Illinois seemed to last a long time. You’d checked your briefing over ten times yet you still had a couple hours to kill. Your leg bounced up and down as you gazed outside the window.

“Nervous flyer?” The person in the seat next to you asked.

“Nope. Just got somewhere to be.” You replied.

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Everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly. You learned the guy you were chasing was wanted for murder for several different people, and the police couldn’t catch him. He seemed to slip through their fingers every time they got close.

He was British. Started killing in England; hence why MI6 had been tasked to find him and not the FBI. He’d moved onto America and carried on with his killings. Who he was killing, you didn’t know. MI6 didn’t release you that information, just tasked you to find him. You were good at your job, and found him just before your two weeks were up. You’d tracked him to Jericho, California and you were ready to take him in that night.

However, Michael Caster had other plans.

You’d been talking with your correspondent at MI6 when you learned Caster booked an emergency flight to Hawaii under a false name.

If you were being pretty honest, it worked in your favour. It meant you could get home quicker and you wouldn’t have to worry about lying to Steve for at least another couple months.

You hitched a private flight to Honolulu airport as quick as you could, tracking Caster through the airport the whole time. Your flights touched down at similar times which seriously worked to your advantage. You raced through the airport, and Caster was obviously aware he was being followed. You got through baggage claim and made it into the huge crowd that gathered in the terminals. You pushed your way through but your gaze got lost and you couldn’t see him anymore. You made it outside, just to see Caster getting into a cab and driving away.

“Dammit.” You muttered out loud, gritting your teeth. You found your car in the parking lot and tracked the cab he’d gotten into. He was dropped off at some industrial estate, and you watched him shakily get out of the cab and retrieve his ‘luggage.’ You pulled behind slightly and watched his movements. You waited until he was between two storage containers where he couldn’t escape before you got out of the car, ready to make your arrest.

“MI6, please. Stay where you are Caster. Let’s not make this anymore difficult than it has to be.” You shouted, raising your hands into the air. As you began to walk forward, you heard sirens coming towards you. ‘Shit. HPD.’ You thought. You watched Caster’s movements as you heard the cars quickly rounded the corner. You held your badge high up into the air, attempting to hide your face in case anyone on the force recognised you.

“MI6. Please let me handle my case. I’ve got this, thank you!” You shouted loudly, so HPD could hear you over the car’s engines. You hoped to God that they’d just turn around and leave you, as after all, that was protocol. MI6 had higher clearance over HPD and were told to let agents get on with their work. You walked up to Caster and put the cuffs that you held in your right hand onto his wrists that were behind his back. You pulled your phone out.

Mission complete. Target found and arrested. Arrange for removal immediately.

The HPD cars were already starting to pack away when you saw a familiar car rounding the corner of the estate. Your heart plummeted and your whole body went hot and numb.

Danny’s Camero pulled up and your boyfriend steps out of the car. You watch in shock as he walks over to Duke and asks what’s going on. You try to walk quickly to your car but you see Steve throw a look your way. He looks, then turns back to Duke, and then turns his head again. He looks completely lost for words. You push Caster onto your backseat and slam the door. Steve storms over to the car, arms folded. You squeeze your eyes shut, almost bracing for impact.

“Shit.” You mutter.

“So, Y/N. You wanna tell me something?” Steve asks mockingly. He arches his eyebrows and sways where he stands. You close your eyes briefly, before deciding to be brave.

“What’s up Steve. How’s it going.” You say quietly. You cringed inside, you couldn’t seem to function.

“You mind telling me why you’re arresting a guy that five-0 has been chasing for months? You wanna tell me why I’ve just seen my girl/boyfriend, who as far as I was concerned, was seeing their parents out in England, holding up an agency badge and yelling at HPD directions to leave them alone. Huh? You wanna tell me?” He mused, smirking as he folded his arms even tighter; eager to hear your reply.

“Steve. I wanted to tell you. But I just...I couldn’t. I didn’t know how. It’s such a weird part of my life that I’ve kept a secret for so long that I couldn’t comprehend telling you. I felt like you might think I had...had too much baggage or something.” You scratched the back of your neck. You looked down at your feet and wished the ground would swallow you up. You hadn’t wanted to tell Steve this way. You’d hoped to tell him gently, with plenty of time to comprehend and understand.

But all of that was out the window.

“Y/N. Honestly? I don’t care that you’re in the service. I know what it’s like, it’s hard to tell the people you love that you’re involved in that kinda thing. But I’m kinda hurt you didn’t tell me. You could’ve told me, I would’ve understood; you know that.” He came closer and took both your hands in his.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I know I could have told you, but I just wasn’t ready. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You motioned towards the scene around you and at your bullet-proof vest.

“Hey. Hey. It doesn’t matter. I know now and that’s all that matters, and now I can support you through it all.” He freed his hands and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “I love you. You know that right?” He mumbled into your hair.

“I know it, don’t worry. I love you too...so much.” You squeezed tighter.

“So. How many times have you actually been to see your parents in the 2 years we’ve known each other?” He asked. He just thought you went to see your parents a lot, and that you got homesick easily.

“Well, lets see. Out of the many times I’ve told you I was going to see my parents, I’ve seen them twice. And the other trips I’ve been on? They’ve all been...business too.” You almost laughed at how much you’d lied to him. You felt awful, but at the same time; relieved he finally knew. You guys stayed silent for a few seconds.

“MI6? Nice. Pretty hot, if you ask me.” Steve squeezed you tighter and smiled.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll join five-0. Guess that’s pretty sexy too.” You giggled, leaning in to press your lips against his in a well-deserved kiss.

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elliesirlgf · 2 years

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The Devils Advocate. Pt.1

“I just had to let you know,Never meant to hurt you though.”

Synopsis: Ellie is on her quest for revenge,Y/N takes Abby’s place,Enemies to Lovers,Intense shit.

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!reader (Eventually.)

A/N: I literally cannot finish a series if my life depended on it. Please bare with me </3. In the meantime,Here’s part one to a new series!! And don’t worry,Smut will come eventually. ;)

Warnings: Murder,Major character death,Language,Violence,Slow burn,Angst.

You did it. You finally killed the man who murdered your father. You spent years searching for him. You needed to avenge your father and make sure the old man paid for what he did. In the end,You got what you wanted. So,Why did it hurt so much? Was it because the auburn haired girl was screaming at you while she was pinned to the ground? Was it because you came to realize,Your father isn’t coming back? You never meant to hurt the poor girl,She just showed up at the wrong time.

Joel,Get up.

Joel,Fucking get up!

Her words echoed in your brain. Her screams when you took the last blow were horrid.

Please stop!

Please don’t do this…

Joel,please get up.

You woke up,Clenching your chest. You kept hearing her screams. Her pleads. Her promise to kill you had you paranoid and on edge all the time,You feared she’d find you and kill you. But…You brought this upon yourself.

“How’re you feeling,Y/n?” Manny asked you,Practically following you around the stadium. You shrugged,Not interested in whatever he had to say. You’d hardly been getting sleep,So that resulted in you being bitchy all the time. Manny stopped you,Putting his hand on your shoulder as you rolled your eyes. “You can talk to me.” You let out a groan,Smacking his hand off of you as you ran your hand through your hair. “Losing sleep.” You said. Manny nodded,Trying to reason with you. “Mel feels bad for what happened. She’s never tortured someone like that.” Manny said,Trying to make conversation. You scoffed,Shaking your head. “He had it coming.”

A few hours passed and you found yourself talking with Isaac. You crossed your arms,wondering what was so important. “I need you to find Owen, Bring him back to the FOB.” Isaac then went on to explain what happened with Danny,and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes,You couldn’t give two shits about shit that had nothing to do with you. But Isaac was your leader,And you didn’t have much of a choice. Isaac gave you a map of where Owen could potentially be. An aquarium. The aquarium was so fucking far. You let out a groan before grabbing the map and as you headed out the door,Isaac spoke up. “You leave tomorrow morning.”

#ellie williams #elliewilliamsmut #elliewilliams x femreader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #tlou2 smut #tlou part two #the last of us part two #tlou angst #tlou smut #tlou2 #thelastofusmut #thelastofus #elliesirlgf #lesbian

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sweet-demiboi · 3 years

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Request rules:

I don’t write for heterosexual relationships.

I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.

I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.

My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD

I will write smut if you want (I actually like it). At this point: If you’re non-binary and you have a woman’s body: I will write for you and a male (or another non-binary with a man’s body, or another woman, you got me).

I only write smut for people, who are older than 16 (in the story).

I like to be creative in every genre, I guess, but I haven’t written angsty stuff yet (but I’m open for it) and I’m not good at bad ends...

You can describe yourself as specific as you want, for example what nationality you have, or skincolor, or anything else.

Requests are CLOSED RN

NOTE: When a character's name is orange I DO NOT write for them at the moment.

Who I write for:

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Warren Worthington III

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Bucky Barnes

Sylvie Laufeysdottir

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Zendaya

Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Dylan O'Brien

Harrison Osterfield

Henry Cavill

Ben Hardy

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Sirius Black (young)

Remus Lupin (young)

James Potter (young)

Lily Evans (young)

Regulus Black (young)

+ Poly: Wolfstar, Jegulus

Maze runner:

Newt

Thomas

Brenda

+ Poly: Newtmas

The hobbit:

Thorin Oakenshield <3

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Thranduil

+ Poly: Bagginshield

Lord of the rings:

Aragorn

Arwen

+ Poly: Aralas

The witcher:

Geralt

Jaskier

Ciri

+ Poly: Geraskier

Helluva boss:

Stolas

Blitzo

+ Poly: Stolas x Blitzo

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks <3

Benji Campbell

Hawaii Five-O:

Steve McGarrett

Danny Williams

Tani Rey

Shadowhunters:

Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Jace Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

+ Poly: Malec, Jace x Simon, Clizzy

Merlin:

Arthur Pendragon

Sir Gwaine

Merlin

+ Poly: Merthur

Chronicles of Narnia:

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

The goldfinch:

Boris Pavlikovsky

+ Poly: Boris x Theo

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

+ Poly: Mungrove

Wednesday:

Enid Sinclair

Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen:

Roger Taylor

Brian May

Gwilym Lee!Brian May

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor

+ Poly: Brian x Roger

6 Underground:

Billy/Four

Masterlist

The hobbit:

Thorin

Thorin with an introverted boyfriend

Thorin with a jealous boyfriend

Thorin being attracted to his smoking boyfriend

Thorin with a boyfriend who can transform into a horse

Love at first sight

Arachnophobia is a bitch

Thorin with an angel boyfriend

Thorin with his FtM!Pregnant!Husband

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Studying with Peter

Loki

Bottom!Loki x Top!Male!Reader

Soft sex with Bottom!Loki

Loki with a boyfriend who can only sleep to noise

Little chat #1

Bucky Barnes

Wholesome smut

Thor

Thor with a boyfriend who is the god of wisdom

Mixed

Loki/Peter/Tony/Thor x Male!Reader (also NSFW)

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Little chat #3

Little chat #4

Little chat #5

Helluva boss:

Imagine being Stolas and Blitzo's boyfriend

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks:

Being Mia's girlfriend

Shadowhunters:

Magnus Bane:

Magnus with his boyfriend but it's very gay

Alec Lightwood:

Alec Lightwood x Trans!Male!Reader

Merlin:

Sir Gwaine:

Little chat #1

Night activities

Candy hearts

(Y/N) is drowning but it's funny

Pregnant!Ftm!(Y/N) (and Gwaine being a sweet husband)

Merthur and Male!Reader x Gwaine fucking but no actual smut

Marauders:

Everyone:

Marauders comforting you after you were raped by your boyfriend

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove:

tease

smoking together for the first time

Male!Reader makes Billy question his sexuality pt.2 pt.3

Comforting Billy after he gets abused by Neil

Making out with Billy

Fucking Billy after pe class

Eddie Munson:

giving trans!Eddie a blowjob at a pool

Queen:

Roger Taylor:

you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour

new name for trans!masc!(Y/N)

Sir Brian May:

Going to university with Brian (Trans!Male!Reader)

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rowyn-writes · 3 years

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Mending A Broken Heart (Jared x Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it, kids,) oral sex, female receiving, slight praise kink, angst, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of non-con, mentions of cheating, reader has PCOS, fluff, strong language.

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Characters: Jared, Jensen, Danneel, JJ Ackles, Misha (mentioned only)

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You get a call from you older sister, Danneel, saying that she is in labor. When you arrive, your first niece is being born. You call your soon to be husband to inform him of JJ's birth, only to have a woman answer his phone.

You were on a mission.

You walked with purpose through the hallways of the hospital, not even stopping when a nurse asked if you needed help. You were Y/N Graul. You didn't need help to find your sisters freaking room.

"Ackles." You said, approaching two men. "Padalecki. How's my sister?" Just as the words left your mouth, you heard an ear piercing scream. "That answers that question." You pushed past them and into Danneel's delivery room.

"Ma'am, you can't be in here!" The doctor ordered.

"She's my sister." Danneel waved her off. "She can be here." The mother to be let out another groan of pain. You grabbed her hand, letting Danneel use it to relieve some of her pain. You winced slightly. Your sister had a strong grip.

You didn't understand how women could all over the world could go through this pain. Especially those without epidurals.

"I want Jensen!" She cried.

You nodded, quickly making your way out into the hall. "Ackles! Get your ass in here!" Jensen gave Jared a scared look before following you inside.

"I'm here, sweetheart." He assured her as he took your place. You hid your smile at brother-in-law's kindness. You and Jensen never got along, mostly because you were so alike. You were both hard headed, but you had a big heart. You'd never say, but you secretly liked him.

"C'mon, Dannie," You encouraged, coming on the other side of her. "You've got this. Push!"

Danneel yelled once more, gripping both of your hands and she tried to push. "No! No, no, no. I can't do this!" She whined.

"You can and you will!" You demanded. "You are Danneel Ackles, you are a badass, powerful woman and you will be a great mother! All you have to do is push!"

"Easier said that done!" Danneel barked, her auburn hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.

"We're almost there, Mrs. Ackles! One more push!" And with one last scream, and one last push, Danneel fell back on the bed, panting heavily. There was a small cry that pierced through the room, which caused the three adults to look over at the doctor.

"Congratulations," She smiled softly. "You just gave birth to a healthy baby girl."

Danneel and Jensen shared wide smiles as their newborn baby girl was set into their arms. "She's beautiful." Jensen whispered. "She has your eyes."

"She has your nose." Danneel looked over at you, her eyes filled with joy. "Y/N, can you give us a minute?"

"Of course, Dannie." You kissed her forehead. "I'm so happy for you."

You exited the room, only to find Jared pacing back and forth. "How are they? Danneel stopped screaming. Is she okay?" He asked, worry written across his face.

"They're okay. Better than okay, actually. Danneel just became a mother to a beautiful baby girl." You beamed proudly.

Jared let out a relieved laugh as he surged forward to hug you. You stood stiffly in his hold, unsure of what to do. You weren't used to physical affection, as your boyfriend rarely held you anymore. The last time you had been this close to Jared was at Jensen and Danneel's wedding when you both walked down the aisle together.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him, patting his back awkwardly. "Sorry," He apologized sheepishly. "I'm a hugger."

"So I've noticed." You said, stepping away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some exciting news to share with my family."

You found an empty hallway and began to call every family member you could think of. Gino was first, obviously. You knew how excited he was when he found out Danneel was pregnant. Your parents were next, and then your cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.

You cringed as you looked at the last name on your contacts. Will.

You hadn't been on very good terms as of late. The two of you had been fighting constantly, especially after you found out Danneel was pregnant. You were beyond happy for her and Jensen; they were finally starting the family they had always dreamed about.

Fuck it. You might as well get it over with. It rang three times before it was finally answered. "Hello?" An unfamiliar female voice said.

"Uh, who is this?" You questioned, starting to get defensive. It was four o'clock in the morning in Vermont.

"Lacy," She answered simply.

"And what are you doing with my fiance's phone, Lacy?"

"Who is it, babe?" You heard Will in the background.

"It's your fiance, William. The one that I didn't know you had!" Lacy screamed. "You asshole! I can't believe you cheated! And I can't believe you dragged me into it! We're done!" You felt your throat close up, your eyes began to well up with tears.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. You kept repeating to yourself. This was the happiest day of Jensen and Danneel's life, you couldn't bring them down.

"Y/N, baby, this really isn't what it sounds like." Will claimed after Lacy threw his phone at him.

"No, Will, I think it's exactly what it sounds like." You whispered harshly. "You cheated. After three years, you cheated on me."

"Well you didn't give me much of a choice, did you?" He growled.

"Excuse me?"

"You haven't let me touch you in almost eight months. What else was I supposed to do? I have needs, Y/N."

"You know why we haven't done anything!" You hissed, tears running down your face. "You know exactly why!"

"Can't you just get over it! God, Y/N, we could always try again!" He yelled.

"Get over it? Get over it?! I lost my baby and you just want me to get over it! I can't just forget about it, Will. I should be having my baby - our baby - in five weeks. July ninth."

"You know what I mean, Y/N. Of course I don't want you to forget about the baby, but we could always try again! It wasn't the end of the world!"

"Yes, it was, Will! You know how hard it is for me to get pregnant ever since I was diagnosed with PCOS-"

"It always comes back to that! 'Sorry, I can't have sex with you today because I feel bloated,' or 'Sorry I'm acting so down, my depression is bad today.' You use PCOS as an excuse to everything!"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to calm yourself. "It was never going to work, was it?" You said quietly. "We both want kids, but I can't give you that. I can't give you a lot of things, apparently. When I come back, I want you out of my house. I'm going to be staying with Danneel and Jensen for a while. They're going to need some help with the new baby. It's a girl, just in case you were wondering." You hung up the phone, taking in a shaky breath.

"Son of a bitch!" You wailed as you threw your phone against the wall. You slowly slid to the floor, putting your head in your hands. You tried to quiet your sobs by biting your lip, which only caused your mouth to be filled with a metallic liquid.

Get it together, Y/N. You wiped the tears off your face, trying to calm yourself down. You couldn't believe this was happening. Your sister, your best friend, just gave birth to a healthy daughter. You should be celebrating, not crying over your crappy fiance. Ex fiance.

You picked yourself off the floor, grabbing your phone as you did so. Of course it was shattered. You quickly went to the bathroom, your puffy face startling you. You splashed cold water on your face, which got rid of it for the most part.

You made your way back to Danneel's room, where the atmosphere was happy and joyful. Something that made your mood lighten just a fraction. "Hey Mama! How are you?"

"Doped up on pain meds," She grinned. "Having a baby really hurts. I knew it would hurt, I mean, I've seen the videos, but damn, that was awful." You laughed as you brushed her hair back.

"What's her name?"

"Justice Jay Ackles." Jensen answered, bringing your niece forward. "JJ for short. Do you want to hold her?"

You nodded eagerly as JJ was set into your arms. She began to fuss a little, reaching out for her father. "Shh, shh." You cooed. "It's okay, sweet JJ. I'm your Auntie Y/N/N. You'll get to meet the others soon enough. They're going to love you, just like your mommy and daddy love you. You are going to have a whole village looking after you, did you know that? Yeah, you have me, your uncle Gino, that's mommy's brother. Then you have your uncle Josh and Aunt Mack, that's your daddy's siblings. Then of course you have Uncle Jared and Misha. Those are daddy's best friends."

Jared and Jensen smiled at you. You were already so in love with JJ. "Danneel's knocked out." Jensen whispered. "The nurse wants to take JJ up to the nursery while she sleeps." You nodded as you handed over the baby. "Alright, I'm gonna go get us some food. You guys want anything?"

"No, I'm good." You shook your head.

"Same." Jared agreed.

And with that, Jensen left you and Jared alone with a sleeping Danneel. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and tried to turn it on. Just your luck, the screen stayed black. That's what you get for throwing your phone at the wall.

"What in the hell happened to your phone, Y/N?" Jared questioned.

"It fell out of my pocket." You lied. "I guess I'll have to buy and new one."

"Damn, that sucks." He frowned. You gave a small shrug, not saying much of anything. "Are you okay, Y/N? You don't seem like yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, normally you like to take jabs at me and Jensen. Hell, the only one you really like is Misha. Plus, ever since you came back in the room, you've been frowning and your eyes are still puffy from where I know you've been crying." You felt your heart sink to your stomach. "I know you don't like me very much, or Jensen, for that matter, but we do care. What's wrong?"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to sort out your words. "I can't say it here. Follow me."

You grabbed Jared by the hand and led him to where the nursery is. You needed something happy to cheer you up.

"Let me start this by saying that I don't hate you or Jensen." You didn't take your eyes off the adorable babies, but your hand was still brushing up against his. "I have known you both for a while now, and I care about you guys. Making jabs and snarky comments is how I show that I care." You could see Jared smiling out of the corner of your eye.

"I called Will this morning to tell him that Danneel had the baby." You saw Jared's smile fade slightly. "A woman answered his phone, and usually I wouldn't think anything of it. I would make an excuse that it's his secretary or assistant, but it was four a.m in Vermont when I called. Her name was Lacy." Your voice cracked. "And it's my fault!"

"Y/N, it's not your fault-"

"But it is, Jare," You whispered. "It is. I pushed him away for months. Do you know how long it's been? Eight months. It's been eight months, Jared. And Will 'has needs.'"

"That's the dumbest excuse ever." He mumbled.

"This next part. . . I haven't told anyone but Will. Not Danneel, not Gino, not my parents, anyone. So you have to promise not to tell anyone. I'll tell my family once I'm ready, but for now, they don't need to know."

Jared's frown deepened. "I won't say anything, Y/N, I promise. Are you okay?"

"No," You shook your head. "I haven't been okay for a while now." You took a deep breath before continuing. "Last year I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome – PCOS for short."

"Yeah, I've heard of it." Jared said softly, his eyes filled with pity.

"Will and I had been trying so hard for a baby. And when we found out I had PCOS, we stopped. And I was heartbroken. I've wanted to start a family for so long, and to get that news hurt me. And it hurt Will." You felt your hands start to shake.

"One night after I had one too many drinks, I passed out on the couch, and I woke up the next morning in my bed with all my clothes off and Will lying in my bed beside me. I don't know what happened that night, but I know I didn't want it. And four weeks later I found out I was pregnant." Jared's jaw clenched and his eyes held something malicious.

"I didn't care how it happened. I know I should have, but I was just so excited to have a baby. To be a mother. And then when I went to my OBGYN, she told me I had. . . I had a miscarriage."

"Oh, Y/N," Jared said sadly, resting his hand on your shoulder.

"I lost my baby. And I don't know what to do with myself, Jare." You cried. "W-what am I supposed to do?"

You were shaking uncontrollably now, unable to calm down. "That m-might have been my only chance!" Jared swallowed hard as he brought you in for a hug. "I want my baby!" You wailed.

"I know," He whispered as he gripped you tight. "I know, honey. I am so sorry. This is so unfair to you. You deserve so much better than this."

"What if it was my last chance?" You sniffed.

"It wasn't," He assured you as he rocked you back and forth. "There are fertilization treatments, surrogacy, adoption. . . You'll be a mother one day, Y/N, and you'll be the best mother a child could ever ask for."

"Really?" You asked in a small voice, looking up at the tall man. He smiled as he brushed back a piece of your hair and wiped away your tears.

"Really."

You felt your heart beating out of your chest and your breaths quickening. "Jared,"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

He didn't have to be told twice as he leaned down to kiss your lips. He cupped your face with both of his hands, bringing you closer to him. "Mm," He moaned, pulling away. "Not in front of the babies. They're too young to be scarred this way." You laughed as he dragged you away to a bathroom, making sure no one was in there before locking the door.

Jared grabbed you by the waist and gently pushed you against the wall. He wasted no time as he pressed his lips against yours once more. His tongue slid across your lower lip, asking for permission to enter, which you happily granted.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. Jared put his hand on the back of your thigh, encouraging you to jump. You got the memo as you lifted yourself up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moved and set you down on the counter.

"Do you want to keep going?" Jared asked, breathless.

"Yes," You nodded, your face flushed. "Please, Jare." He groaned at the nickname.

"I love it when you call me that." He said as he ran kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

"And I. . . Love it when. . . You kiss my neck like that." You panted as you began to unbutton Jared's shirt. You ran your hands across his abs and looped your fingers around his belt buckle.

"You are far too overdressed." Jared complained as he tugged at the hem of your shirt.

"Why don't you fix that for me?" You smirked. There was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he pulled your shirt off your body.

You covered your stomach as you suddenly felt shy when Jared's eyes raked over your body. He frowned as he pulled your arms away. "Why are you hiding from me?"

"I- I dunno. It's just. . . All the girls you've been with in the past like Gen and Sandra are so beautiful and I look nothing like them -"

"Let me stop you right there," Jared said sternly. "You are gorgeous and incredibly sexy. Don't you dare compare yourself to them, because they could never be as beautiful as you. Don't let any asshole tell you otherwise. Do you understand?" You nodded slowly, fighting off the smile that crept onto your face. "Good, now let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

Jared pulled down your jeans and tossed them aside, along with your panties. He looked at you like he hadn't eaten in days and you were a four course meal.

He began to trail kisses up your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to be only for him to pull away. "Quite being such a tease!" You growled.

Jared have you a smirk. "Yes ma'am." And with that he pulled you forward slightly so you were sitting on the edge of the counter. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before a wave of euphoria hit as you felt Jared's tongue on your clit.

"Oh-" You moaned, only for Jared to cover your mouth with his hand.

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, would you?" He questioned. You shook your head, desperate for him to return to where he was. "Be a good girl for me and stay quiet." His kissed you on the mouth before going back to eating you out. You bit your lip in attempts to silence your moans.

"Fuck," You whispered as you leaned your head back. Jared began to tease your hole with his tongue, making you gasp and grab onto his long locks.

You felt warmth spread through your stomach and a familiar coil began to tighten. "Oh, god, Jare, please keep going!" You encouraged him. "I'm so close."

At those words, Jared pulled away abruptly, making you want to cry out. "Sorry babygirl, you can only come when I say you can."

You frowned at his words. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it." He winked. Jared began to unbuckle his belt; you could see his growing erection through his jeans. "I don't have a condom." He said defeated. "Are you clean?"

You nodded. "What about you?"

"Yeah, I'm all good." He assured you.

"Then we should be fine, it's not like I can get pregnant anyways."

"You never know." Jared said as he nipped at your neck. As he left love bites on your neck, you began to pull down his jeans, revealing his hardon. You pushed yourself off the counter and got on your knees, only for Jared to pull you back up.

"Not this time, kitten. This is about you, not me."

"But I want to make you feel good." You protested.

"Next time, baby." You smiled at the thought of a next time. He quickly turned you around so you were bent over the counter. "You're so wet." He growled as he grinded against you. "All this for me?"

"Yes, Jare. Only for you." You panted, desperate for his cock.

"Good," He murmured against your neck. "I've been waiting a while for this to happen, there is no way I'm letting it go to waste. Do you still want this?" He questioned, wanting to make sure you were still comfortable with it.

"If you stopped now I might have to kill you." Jared slowly pushed into you, as he didn't want to hurt you. You gasped in surprise; you had never been with someone as big as him. He gave you time to adjust to his size. "Move." You pleaded.

Jared chuckled as he slowly began to thrust into you. He grunted at the feeling of your warmth. "Fuck, Y/N." He moaned. "You're so fucking tight."

He began to pick up speed, which earned a moan from you. Jared put his hand over your mouth to silence your sounds, but you could still hear you skin slapping together.

"Oh, fuck." He growled. "I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you with my seed, make you all round. God, you'd look so fucking sexy carrying my baby." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words, causing your walls to clench around his dick. "Would you like that, huh? Being so full of my cum that it runs down you legs."

"Oh, fuck yes." You nodded. "Please, Jared, fill me with your cum. Make me carry your child." You begged.

Jared gripped your hips tightly, (definitely leaving bruises) as he rammed into you. You struggled to keep quiet, as all you wanted to do was scream from pleasure. "You're going to look so good filled with my cum." He purred.

"Let me cum with you." You whined, the coil in your stomach was ready to snap.

"I'm so close." He grunted, sweat dotting his brow. "Cum with me, babygirl. Cum." He demanded.

You shuttered as your coil finally snapped and you rode out your orgasm on Jared's dick. He followed soon after you, blowing his load into your womb.

"Holy shit," You muttered. "That was so fucking hot."

"You're telling me." Jared said as he slowly pulled out, making you feel empty. You began to clean yourself up and put your clothes back on.

You both looked a mess; swollen lips, messy hair and to top it all of, hickeys scattered your neck. You reached up on your tip toes to flatten Jared's hair. "At least our hair covers the bruises." You grinned.

"So, what happens next?" Jared questioned.

"I guess that's up to you." You shrugged. "We can either go on a date and see how this plays out, or we can forget this ever happened."

"I don't want to forget." He shook his head. "I don't think I could forget."

"Good," You smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." Jared grinned as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

"I have a really good feeling about this."

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Miss Americana

Fandom : Crossover Hawaii Five-0 x Chicago PD TV Word count : 5,610 words Pairing : Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams; Jay Halstead x reader

Summary : You met Williams-McGarrett family in Los Angeles and they introduced you to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Your boyfriend, Jay Halstead, doesn't know anything about this. Yet.

Author's note :

This is the fourth one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary.

This happened after I listened to a few podcasts (1 🞂 2 🞂 3) of Scott Caan and Alex O'Loughlin, passionately talking about Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.

This fic does not comply to the canon of Hawaii Five-0 or Chicago PD. So if you don't follow one of the other, it should not be a hindrance, I think. Here's hoping that I'm right.

Disclaimer

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"Would you like another cup of coffee?

You look up from the book in your hand to the waiter addressing you.

"Oh, I would love to. But it's already my fourth cup of the day," You grimace at him. "Maybe I'll take a bottle of water, please? Cold, if you have one."

The waiter grins at you, "Sure thing," then leave with your empty cup of coffee.

You are supposed to meet your friend, Tim, at his house on The Bird Streets to work on a song. However, he got a sudden appointment and asked you to wait for his call to reschedule. So here you are, sitting at a Cafe/Bistro somewhere in Los Angeles, drinking too much coffee.

You check your watch and your phone. It's almost lunchtime, but your phone is still showing nothing. Alright then, you thought to yourself, back to the book. Your eyes immediately find the last paragraph you read on Astrophysics for People in a Hurry.

Five pages later, the waiter puts a bottle of water on your table, "Here it is. You sure you don't want another cup of coffee?" He jokes with you.

You laugh in response, "No, really, thank you."

The waiter leaves with a smile and turns to the table across from yours. That's when you notice somebody's sitting there.

"Good afternoon. Only for two?" The waiter lays two menu cards on the table.

"Four. My husband and daughter are parking the car." The man answers him with a smile. He has a little boy sitting next to him. His son, you guess, since both of them have blond hair. Their noses look similar too.

"Danno, can I have ice cream for lunch?" The boy begs his father, pointing at one of the delightful pictures on the card.

"Hmm, maybe." The father hums his reply. He exchanges a knowing glance with the waiter.

"Do you want anything to drink while you're waiting?"

"Soda!" The boy yells from his chair, who laughs at his father's glare.

"How about two glasses of orange juice?" The father checks to his son before confirming it with the waitress.

"Okay, be right back with your drinks."

After the waiter leaves, the boy begins to prattle about everything to his father. About giraffes at the zoo ("They are so tall like Dad!"), about his favorite ice cream flavors ("Cookie Dough. But I like Kame's shave ice better, Danno"), about swimming at Venice Beach ("There's a lot of people there, Danno. I like our beach more")

The boy doesn't even look like he needs to breathe. You can't help but let out a chuckle. His father looks up at you and shares a grin. "That's great, Charlie," He comments to his son.

You let their conversation become a white noise while you read your book.

At your periphery, you see someone passes by. However, you don't expect a hand to suddenly sneak your phone from the table. Your hand instantly grabs that wrist, trying to stop it from stealing your phone. But the thief forcefully pulls his hand out of your reach and moves away.

Unfortunately for the thief, he runs straight to the father at your neighboring table. The man has no problem flipping the thief over and pushes him to their table. When the thief squirms away from his clutch, the man lifts the thief's elbow high up and turns it behind his back in a very painful lock. The unpleasant sound coming out of the thief's mouth proves how excruciating it is.

The man's eyes wander. Many shocked faces are staring at him, including yours. "It's okay, I'm a cop," He explains.

In contrast to the crowd, the boy looks at his father in awe, gleefully clapping his hands.

"Charlie, why are you clapping? You're not supposed to clap at this. Oh my god, you are just like your father! Happy to see any aggression," The man rants as he takes out a cable tie from his trousers' pocket. You don't even know why he got cable ties in his pocket. He efficiently ties the perp's hands behind his back and forces him to sit.

Only then, the man addresses the crowd again, "Has anyone called 9-1-1?"

"I did. The police are on the way," One of the cafe's staff squeaks from the door, with a phone still in her hand.

"Excellent! Did you hear that? Your ride would be here soon," The man tightly squeezes the thief's shoulders. The thief could only reply with an agonized grunt.

Everybody else resumes their activities with a sporadic look to their table.

The boy picks up the stolen phone from the floor. It fell near his foot during the short scuffle. "Danno," He hands your phone over to his father.

"Ah, thanks, Charlie," The man ruffles the kid's hair and kisses the top of his head.

"I believe this is yours?" The man returns the phone to you. "Hope it's still working?" He cringes at the spiderweb marks on the phone screen.

"Thanks. Probably not. But it's alright." You smile at the man and offer to shake his hand, "Y/N Y/LN, thanks again for helping me,"

The man takes your hand, "Hey, no big deal. Danny Williams. And this is my son, Charlie," Danny brings Charlie in front of him. You extend your hand to Charlie as well.

All of a sudden, you hear voices yelling from behind you. "Danno! Charlie!"

You look back to see a tall, dark, imposing man and a beautiful teenage girl rushing in your direction. Charlie shouts back at them, "Daddy! Gracie!"

So you guess they must be Danny's husband and daughter.

This new man drops down to Charlie's level and checks on him, trying to see if he's injured. "Are you okay? Charlie?"

"Dad! Dad! Danno was soooo cool! He pushing and then flipping and then that man went aaargh!" Charlie re-tells the scene to his father, holding his elbow behind his back to show him.

Couldn't really understand his son's story, the man asks his husband to elaborate, "Danny, what's happening here? Why are you arresting this man?"

"I'm not arresting anybody, Steve. We don't have jurisdiction to make an arrest, you know? Since we are in LA, not Hawaii? I'm just holding this man until LAPD shows up," Danny clarifies to his husband, Steve.

"But why?" Steve is still confused.

"This guy here, what's your name?" Danny barks at the thief. But his mouth stays glued. "Really? Would you prefer my ex-SEAL here asking you the question?" Danny gestures in Steve's direction.

Steve stands tall. His hands are folded in front of his chest. His biceps bulge in his tight t-shirt. The thief's face turns green, looking fearful. Steve's scowl was probably not helping either.

"Danny?? What's going on here?" Steve begins to lose his patience.

"What?? It's no big deal, babe!" Danny yells back at Steve. "This guy here tried to nick this woman's phone. I'm just helping her," Danny motions in your direction.

"Y/N, here's my husband, Steve McGarrett, and our daughter, Grace," Danny continues to introduce you to his family. You shake their hands and exchanging simple pleasantries.

"As I said, I just helped Y/N to get her phone back. Now we are waiting for LAPD," Danny ends his explanation.

Shortly a police car comes, and two officers quickly take their statements. Initially, the police officers are bemused to find the thief already sat with his hands tied behind his back. After Danny explains that he is a Detective from Honolulu PD and how he prevented the attempted theft, the police officers understand the situation. They ask if you'd like to press charges on Tom Norris, that's the thief's name according to his ID. Considering you're not hurt, you decline on pressing charges. The police are gone with the thief sooner than you expected.

"Can I treat you lunch for your trouble? Shoot! A super late lunch?" You corrected after checking your watch.

"Hey, don't worry, it's no trouble at all," Danny says to you with a big smile.

"No, no, seriously. You guys were on holiday, I guess. But still bothered to help me. Lunch is the least I can do."

Before long, they arrange to get a table for five and talk a lot during the meal.

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"So you guys are from Hawaii? That's nice!" You tell the family.

"See, Danno? That's what you're supposed to say about Hawaii. You're the only one who describes Hawaii as a pineapple-infested hell hole," laments Steve to his husband.

"I'm just telling the truth, babe. How about you, Y/N? Where are you from?" Danny tries to find out.

"Originally from The Netherlands, Amsterdam. But I moved to Chicago last year," You reply.

"Now that, Steve, is a city that would appreciate seasonal changes," Danny nods his approval of Chicago.

"Only you, Danno, who whines about constant sunshine." Steve grumbles.

Grace and Charlie don't react much to their parents' bickering. Too used to their silliness. But you still find it quite funny.

"So you guys are here for vacation?" You ask the family.

"Kind of. We are on holiday. Also, we are visiting the colleges here for Grace, who will graduate high school next year," Steve throws his right arm around Grace's shoulder.

"Yes, we are on an excursion to prove to Grace that LA universities are not better than the University of Hawaii," Danny quips from Steve's left.

Grace whines at his father, "Danno..."

"Danny here doesn't want his children to be far away from him," Steve enlightens you. "But I think going to school in LA would be better than The Netherlands. Wouldn't it, babe?" Steve winks at Grace.

"Do not joke about that, Steven!" Danny elbows his husband hard.

Grace looks thoughtful for a moment, "Y/N, did you go to college in the Netherlands? What do you think my chance to study there?"

"Gracie, can I come with you to This Otherlands?" Charlie innocently chirps to his sister.

Steve is laughing so loud, even after Danny punches his arm.

"What about you, Y/N? What are you doing in LA? Are you on vacation too?" Danny questions you after the laughter receded.

"I'm here for work. Most of the time, I'd do it remotely from Chicago. But sometimes I have to make the trip here or to Amsterdam," You tell them.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a music producer," You give a simple answer.

"What instruments do you play?" Steve is curious. "Guitar?"

"Mostly piano and synthesizer. I do play guitar, but I'm just an okay guitar player. I wish I could play better,"

"Dad plays guitar too!" Charlie happily declares as he points at Steve.

You cheer at Charlie's enthusiasm, "Does he? That's great!"

"Yeah, he plays very well. Maybe Dad can teach you to play better," Charlie directs you.

"Oh, yes, that would be awesome," You wholeheartedly agree with Charlie, as the rest of the table laughing at the idea of Steve teaches music.

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"Danny, I was wondering if you could explain something to me," You turn to the man.

"Shoot," Danny nods as he puts down his juice glass.

"The arm lock that you did to the thief. Where did you learn that? Did Steve teach you that?" You ask him, genuinely want to know.

"Well, even though Steve here was the Navy SEAL," Danny glares at his husband, who replies with a smirk, "I have been working as a cop for more than 20 years now. I know some moves too,"

"But that's not a cop's move," You contradict him.

"How do you know any cop's moves?" Danny confronts you back.

"My boyfriend is a cop in Chicago," You give Danny a sheepish smile.

"Ah, I see. Did your boyfriend teach you self-defense?"

"He did. I'm nowhere near good as Jay. But it's a start," You answer Danny.

"Of course. If he's not good at it, then he's not a good cop," Danny comments without sounding too arrogant.

"Jay also taught me about guns. Personally, I don't like it, but he needs me to know about it, especially gun safety. So..." You shrug.

Danny nods his understanding, "Yeah. Be glad that he doesn't bring home grenades or other explosives," Danny gives Steve a stink eye. "Unlike some Super!SEAL here,"

Steve is immune to that look. It doesn't seem to affect him anymore.

You smile at their interaction, "Jay was an Army Ranger. After he came back, he went to Police Academy,"

"Really?" Steve looks interested.

"Oh, here we go," Danny sighs at his husband.

Steve grins but decides not to comment on it any further. He goes praising Danny instead.

"But Danny is being too modest here. He is a great fighter. Sometimes he's even better than me. Which lots of people find it surprising, considering I was a SEAL,"

"and don't you forget it, babe," Danny smirks at Steve, who returns it with a chaste kiss.

You sigh internally. Looking at the lovely couple made you miss your boyfriend, Jay.

"In all seriousness," Danny begins, "I practiced Jiu-Jitsu since high school. That's where the moves come from," He pauses to sip on his drink.

"I got my Blue Belt when I entered The Police Academy. For me, I think, I learned how to fight better in Jiu-Jitsu than what they taught us there," Danny continues.

"Do you also teach it to Grace and Charlie?" You ask the parents.

"Yeah. Danny taught them both as early as possible. Grace already got her Yellow Belt when we first met. Now she is working for her Purple Belt," Steve brags. Danny also looks so proud. Grace, though, tries so hard not to roll her eyes at her parents.

"Me too! I will get my Yellow Belt soon! Right, Danno?" Charlie exclaims.

"Of course you are kiddo. After that, you surely can beat your Dad here," Danny ruffles Charlie's hair. Steve offers his palm for a high five, but Charlie punches it instead. He giggles when Steve is faking to be hurt by Charlie's tiny fist.

"Do you think I could learn it too?" You inquire to Danny.

Danny and Steve look at each other. You're waiting for their answer, hoping that they will agree.

Before they decide anything, Grace interrupts, "We can go check out the place that Sensei Egan told us, Danno."

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Steve agrees to his daughter's suggestion. "We can check that dojo for Grace, meeting the instructor. Maybe could show some moves too for y/n,"

"Okay then. Grace, share the dojo address with y/n. We can meet you there tomorrow morning, what do you say, y/n?" Danny asks you.

You're supposed to fly back to Chicago next afternoon, but what the hell, you are very interested in this offer. "Yes, sure. If you don't mind me crashing your holiday plan again?"

"No, not at all. We need to check out that place anyway." Steve waves off your worry.

Grace passes her phone to you. "You can puy your number there. I will forward you the address,"

You tap your number to Grace's phone before groaning when you remember that your phone is dead. "Could you e-mail me instead? I don't think I could replace my phone soon,"

Danny doesn't even try to hold his laugh at your poor luck.

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The next day, you take an Uber to the gym. No, it's The Dojo. You correct yourself. When you step in, Charlie is shouting at you from across the room. "Y/N!" Standing next to his sister, Charlie crazily waves at you, worried that you could not see him.

You remove your shoes, placed them accordingly at the remarked spot. Walking towards Charlie and Grace, you see the Williams-McGarrett clan wear similar outfits with other people in The Dojo. The only differences between them are their belts. Danny wears a Black Belt with a red stripe, while Steve wears a Brown Belt. Grace has Blue Belt, and Charlie has a White one. Knowing that you will do some workout, you wear a black t-shirt and training pants. Definitely a contrast in a room full of jiu-jitsu outfits.

Danny and Steve are talking to a guy on the other side of the room. This guy has a Black Belt with more stripes than Danny's, indicating that he is the instructor here.

"Hey, guys. Good morning," You greet Grace and Charlie. They reply with a big smile.

"Just out of interest, do you guys always bring your uniform on your holiday?" You gesture to Grace's clothes.

Grace laughs at your question, "It is called Gi. Yes, we are always bringing them along on holiday," She laughs again at your shocked face. "No, I'm joking. It's because we know we will visit this dojo, so we have our Gi with us,"

Soon Danny and Steve come over to your side. "Hi, y/n. So I talked to Sensei Marcus there," Danny gestures to the guy he spoke to. "We are going to follow their training for today. You can watch from the side if you're not sure you want to do it. The first hour would be the class for Kids and Teens,"

You see Grace and Charlie lining up in the center of the room with other children. They seem to be divided by belts instead of age.

"The next hour would be the adult class," Danny pauses for a moment. "If you want my suggestion, I encourage you to join the Teens class. I hope you don't feel insulted by that."

You chuckle at his words, "Not at all. I understand,"

"If it's too much, don't hesitate to stop and move aside. Everyone will understand," Steve adds.

You exhale softly, readying yourself, "Okay," before joining the line.

The first fifteen minutes, they start with stretching. So far, you have no problems with it. You practice Yoga for the last few years. You know how to stretch.

The next one, they teach you how to fall correctly. Which turns out to be a hard thing to do. At first, an instructor's assistant helps you. After a few moments, she moves away to help others. But you're still not doing it right. So Danny pulls you aside and teaches you privately for the rest of the hour.

You fall so many times until it tired you out. You cannot even get up from the mat. Your shoulders would have been bruised with so many times you landed incorrectly.

"Still interested to learn this?" Danny grabs your hand to help you get up.

Even though the lesson exhausts you, you feel great. You learn a lot, even from doing the same thing over and over again. "Hell yeah!" You grin at Danny.

"Crazy woman!" Danny pats your shoulders. Right where it hurts the most. You can't help but flinch away.

"Hurt, wasn't it? Why don't you go sit down on the outside of the mat with Charlie?"

Charlie sits on one side of the mat, a bottle of water in his hand. He is watching Grace, who has her hands on Steve's Gi, trying to throw Steve down.

Danny silently pays attention to his husband and daughter on the mat. But you can see his hands slightly move as if he's the one sparring.

Shortly, Grace has a chance to push Steve. Steve lost his balance for a moment before countering her attack. Grace would've fallen down hard if Steve didn't hanging to Grace's Gi so tight to slow her fall.

"That's great, Grace," Steve says to his daughter as he helps her up. They bow to each other to end the spar. Danny is clapping from outside the mat, "Good job, Monkey,"

Of course, you and Charlie follow Danny's example to cheer for Grace.

You still sit on the side of the mat, now also accompanied by Grace. You watch the next class practice, where Danny and Steve spar with other students for about an hour.

After the class is done, Steve taps on Danny's shoulder, "Danny, could you help me with this move?" He nods in the direction of the mat.

Danny responds with rolling eyes at his husband's antics.

Grace runs commentary in the background, "Dad didn't actually need help from Danno. However, you're not allowed to ask a higher belt to spar with. It's a sign of disrespect. But Dad and Danno often work differently between each other,"

You see Danny and Steve taking place at a ready position. It takes time before anybody falls, or one locks each other. They move fluidly. When one throws the other, they quickly bring them down along then keep them in a lock. The locks are soon countered, and they back up again. The great thing is they look like they enjoy sparring with each other. They share a laugh whenever someone throws the other or someone holds the other in a lock. You find that very interesting.

The sparring ends when Danny makes a grappling move that Steve cannot counter, so he has to tap out.

After the sparring, Steve sits back with you and his kids while Danny goes over to Sensei Marcus. Steve asks your opinion about Jiu-Jitsu, whether you're still interested to learn it.

"Very much, yeah. The first thing I will do once I'm back in Chicago is to find a Dojo," You excitedly tell Steve.

"Well, lucky for you, Sensei Marcus here knows a lot of Jiu-Jitsu instructors," All of a sudden, Danny joins your conversation. Sensei Marcus stands beside him.

"Sure, if you want to keep learning Jiu-Jitsu, I will give you some references of my fellows in Chicago," Marcus informs you.

"That would be awesome!"

Marcus shakes your hand, "Good luck!" and moves to shake hands with the rest of the Williams-McGarrett family. "Thanks for visiting our dojo. Please come again whenever you're in LA,"

They all look tired, but their smiles beam as bright as Hawaiian sunshine.

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Two weeks later, in Chicago,

You see your boyfriend's truck parked in front of your house as you walk home from the bus stop. You walk much slower than you used to. Your body is hurting all over the place, but you feel elated.

The day after you came home from Los Angeles, Jay was caught in a hard case. He had to fly out to New York and liaised with NYPD SVU to solve it.

You missed him a lot, for sure. Jay called you whenever he could for these past two weeks. Texted you every day too. But you have not got the chance to tell Jay about your new interest in Jiu-Jitsu.

After your last trip to LA, you promptly checked out the Dojo that Sensei Marcus referred to you. You were thrilled to find out that it's only fifteen minutes bus ride from your house.

You met with one of the instructors there and asked for a private class. Because that's what Danny advised you to do. "After you have a better understanding of the lessons, then I want you to go train with other people at the dojo. But for the first five or six months, you might've been better with one-on-one lessons,"

The instructor, Professor Louisa, is delighted to provide. You work on a schedule three to four times a week. The professor initially suggested only two meets in a week. But considering your occasional trip abroad for work, you prefer to do more lessons when you're in town.

This is the third week you've been learning jiu-jitsu in Chicago. Scraps and bruises are inevitable. Jay would freak out if he saw them before you could explain to him.

Jay's flight back from New York landed about two hours ago. He must've been coming directly to your place from the O'Hare. The house smells amazing when you enter the room. Following your nose leads you to the kitchen. You find your boyfriend pulling out what seems to be garlic bread from the oven, "Hey, babe. You're back!"

"Hey, you! Perfect timing!" Jay secures the tray aside before stepping closer to you. He puts one hand on your waist, the other one on your back. Moving even closer to kiss you.

His passion makes you forget your bruises for a moment. When Jay pushes you playfully, your shoulder hits the nearest wall. You instantly cry out in pain. "Argh!"

"What's wrong?" Jay stops everything he's doing to you right away.

"Nothing, I just got some bruises," You rub the pain from your shoulder.

"How come?" Jay begins to take off your t-shirt to check on the bruises, but you move away from his grasp.

"Hold on. Let me take a shower. I must've been rank from sweat. Then I'll tell you everything," You kiss Jay one more time before going to the bedroom.

As you eat the pasta primavera that Jay made, you ask him about his case in New York, "How was it?"

"It's done. We did what we have to do,"

Not interested in talking about his case, Jay interrogates you instead, "So, where did you get the bruise? I swear, I only left the city for two weeks, and you're already in trouble," Jay shakes his head.

"I'm not! I just joined this gym. Dojo, I meant. I'm taking Jiu-Jitsu lessons!" You cheerfully tell Jay.

"You what?" Jay pauses from drinking his wine.

So you told Jay the whole story. About how someone tried to snatch your phone when you're in LA. How you met the Williams-McGarrett family from Hawaii. How they got you into jiu-jitsu.

"It's so fun, Jay. Yeah, sure, I got bruises and scraps. But whenever I got stuck with my work, I go have a practice at the dojo, and then I come home feeling energized," You confess to your boyfriend.

"Really?" Jay looks at you, disbelieving.

"Uhuh," You nod as you swallow your spaghetti. "You know what, you should come and see the dojo. It might interest you too,"

"I know about martial arts, babe. I taught you how to punch, remember?" Jay reminds you.

"Yes, you did," You say in giggles, "Professor Louisa said she won't teach me how to punch,"

"Of course, Jiu-jitsu has a different approach than other martial art, say karate. Or boxing," Jay puts down his fork on the empty plate. "You sure you enjoy it?"

You hold Jay's hand and look into his eyes, "I am. This is something I want to do seriously, Jay. I admit part of it comes from you and your job. Like you always said, I need to be able to defend myself. Because you think I could get drag into your case one day,"

Jay puts his other hand on top of yours, looking somehow regretful, "Babe..."

"No, no. But I also do this for myself. Even though my body hurts, I feel great about myself. I feel more confident. It's really inspiring,"

Jay brings your hand to his lips, "Okay then, as long as you're happy with it. But I'm still going to take you to the gun range,"

You roll your eyes in response, "Of course, you will,"

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A week later, Jay walks up to The Dojo on the second floor. Someone greets him at the entrance, "Hey, man. Can I help you?"

"I suppose to pick up my girlfriend. She is training with..." Jay tries to remember the instructor's name. "Louisa?"

"Ah, yes, Professor Louisa. You must be y/n's boyfriend. I'm Professor Andy, the head of this dojo," The man offers his hand.

"Jay Halstead," Jay shakes Andy's hand.

"I think she will finish in ten minutes. You wanna see her practice?"

"Sure. If it would not be disturbing?" Jay hesitates.

"Not at all. Y/n is the only one in there right now," Andy directs Jay inside the dojo. He asks Jay to remove his shoes before stepping into the room.

Jay watches his girlfriend silently. He winces a couple times when you fall down. But he is amazed to see you immediately stand up again.

"She's resilient, your woman is,"

Jay chuckles at Andy's remark, "Yes, she is,"

Shortly after you bow to your instructor, you see Jay standing on the side with Professor Andy.

You walk towards them with a smile, "I see you met my boyfriend, Prof,"

"I did, yeah," Andy nods. "I don't think Jay would be interested in jiu-jitsu, though," He comments.

"Correction, I'm not interested to see you got thrown down repeatedly," Jay points out.

"Hey!" You hit Jay's arms as both Professors laugh at you.

"But that's how we are supposed to learn. If you don't know how to fall, you won't get back up again," Louisa says serenely.

Andy hums his agreement before ushering you out. "Alright, get out of here, you lovebird,"

When you're in the locker room, changing your Gi, Jay approaches Andy again. But before Jay could say anything, Andy hands a leaflet to him.

"Y/N told me you're a police officer. You might be interested in these classes,"

Jay takes it with a laugh, "Thanks, man. I'll check it out," He puts the leaflet on his jacket pocket and pulls out his card.

"If anything happens when Y/N is here. Or if you need anything I can help with, please give me a call," Jay sounds solemn.

Andy takes the card, "Don't worry, man. We take good care of our students here,"

"I know," Jay nods.

Soon you come out with a gym bag on your shoulder. "See you next week, Prof!"

Andy waves to the couple, "Bye, y/n. See you again, Jay!"

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Two years later,

You step out of the record store in Pilsen empty-handed, failing to find the vinyl you're looking for. You start walking west to the bus stop when you hear a commotion ahead.

You see a guy pushing people out of his way. He keeps looking behind his back like he's running from something.

"Police! Get out of the way!" You hear other voices shouting.

So this guy seems to be running from the police, you thought to yourself.

The man tries to shove you aside, but your reflex is much better. Your hands instantly grab the front of his shirt. When he tries to push you away, your right foot finds his inner left calf and sweeps him down.

When he tries to move away from your grasp, you lean down and grip his right wrist tightly with your right hand. You put your right elbow beside his right ear while your left elbow is placed underneath his elbow. Your left-hand moves to hold your right wrist from below his right hand. His arm is essentially locked when your left bicep snugs against his right tricep. You raise your elbow slightly from the surface. The more he wiggles his way out, the higher you raise his elbow from the surface, the more painful the lock is.

You hear an impressed whistle from above. When you look up, you find Jay and Hailey standing in front of you. Jay gets a huge grin on his face while Hailey is sporting a shocked look.

"Nice takedown, babe," Jay compliments you.

"Thanks. You might wanna take over from here, though," You say to your boyfriend as you hear few more steps rushing towards you.

You loosen the lock after you are sure Jay gets his hand on the perp. He grabs the suspect up from the floor and pushes him towards the wall.

You find a hand extends in front of your face, offering to help you stand up. You look up to see it was Hailey. You take her hand with a soft thanks.

Once you're back on your feet, you look around to see the other members of the Intelligence Unit staring at you. Adam, Kim, and Kevin are mirroring Hailey's initial look of surprise. Jay's boss, Hank Voight, looks impassive as always. But you catch an amused twitch at one corner of his lips.

"Man, at least give me time to feel my hand again! That bitch could break my arm, you know!" you hear the perp complaining when Jay prepares to cuff him.

Without saying anything in response, Jay folds the perp's wrist inside. The perp yells even louder because of the wristlock.

Kevin moves to take the man away from Jay before any further damage could happen. He ushers the perp right away to a nearby cop car.

Jay turns to check on his girlfriend, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You nod back at him.

"I didn't know you could do that, Y/N," Hailey tells you. "You never tell me that your girlfriend practiced any martial arts," She continues to slap Jay's shoulder.

You answer with a sheepish smile, "It's kinda new,"

"Blue Belt in Jiu-Jitsu is not "kinda new" babe," Jay elbows you playfully.

The team boss pats your shoulder once before walking back to his car, "Good job, Y/LN,"

Kim, who's partnered up with Voight today, quickly follows. But not before inviting you for drinks, "You have to tell me all about this over drinks!"

"See? Even Voight agrees. We'll make a cop-out of you soon, Y/N," Adam offers his fistbump to you.

You meet his with your fistbump but shake your head, laughing, "Not in a million years, Ruzek,"

He only replies with his laugh and walks towards Kevin and the perp.

Jay puts his arm around your shoulders with a huge smile, "C'mon, Kev and Ruz can take care of the perp for a while. Hailey and I will drop you home."

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The Two of Us. pt 3

Author’s Note; Hello everyone! Welcome back :) Thank you once again for reading The Two of Us, i’m so excited for he directing this will be heading. The ideas are flowing! Anyways, i think this story will be less then 10 chapters. There will be conflict- with some angst so be prepared! Enjoy!!

Endgame Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem! Reader

Warnings: Violence, marijuana, swearing, ect.

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“Wanna hear a joke?” Ellie asked after a couple of minutes of silence. You smiled, somehow feeling nostalgic. Ellie used to have this pun book that she would carry around when you two were younger and randomly tell you jokes.

It was refreshing.

“Alright, hit me.” You nodded, looking over at Ellie who was next to you. Ellie was on Shimmer, riding gracefully. She was looking straight ahead, almost as if she was avoiding eye contact with you.

But she wasn’t. If anything she was nervous.

Suddenly, she leaned over towards you- and smacked you over the head. She retreated back to where she originally was and smirked at you. The look on your face told her everything. “What? You said hit me, so i did. You’re welcome.”

Funny girl. Of course, you couldn’t even be mad or negative. You let out a small laugh. “Ellie, i’m pretty sure that wasn’t the joke.”

“How��d you figure?” With another look that you threw at her, she understood what it had meant. She thought about something for a moment, and then remembered what the joke was. “What did the grape say when it got crushed?”

“I don’t know, something with raisins?”

“What? No- you really suck at this,”

“Shut up and finish the joke.”

“Nothing, it just let out a little wine.”

“Ellie, god that was horrible.” You chuckled out, and continued to grip onto Gemini’s reins. At the moment you were passing a small town. You had no idea what the name was since the vegetation was covering all the signs, growing onto the buildings and overgrown as shit. Everything was so green and lush, but the way it was abandoned made it look scary.

Which made you even more cautious for infected.

“Oh yeah? Well, i’d like to hear one of your fabulous jokes.” Ellie’s voice rang through your ears. You looked over at her, somehow she was now ahead of you. You stared at the back of her head, looking at her long neck, her hair that was tied back and her slender shoulders. Ellie made you forget about the apocalypse.

“Sorry to break it to you but my speciality is pick up lines.” You answered with a smile. You finally looked away from her and your attention fell onto the graffiti on the buildings. But the moment you felt Ellie’s eyes on you, you looked back.

Ellie’s eyes were sparkling. You didn’t know what that look on her face meant, it was the first time you’ve seen her like this. “Really? Alright, i’d like to hear what your ex’s fell for.”

“Ellie, they don’t count since they’re not really ex’s.” You frowned, remember the people who you used to… Well, “hang out with”. There was a time in your life where you denied the feelings for Ellie. Where you thought it was a phase and that you were mistaking your feelings as something else. You thought the interest was you just wanting to be her close friend because god, Ellie was amazing. It took you some time and talking to some friends to realize what you felt was more than wanting to be a close friend.

“Doesn’t matter. I want a good pick up line!”

She seems fine with it, why wouldn’t she? It’s not like it’s something serious. You got this. Playful attitude and it’ll all be okay.

You nodded, and cleared your throat. You stopped Gemini from continuing to walk. You waited for Ellie to stop Shimmer, so she could actually look at you. And she did, she turned shimmer around so she could stare at you. You two were in the middle of the road, out in the open. “Can i borrow a kiss? I promise i’ll give it back.”

Ellie’s face flushed- it couldn’t be helped. That was a good pick up line, she couldn’t deny that. The way you said it, the way you were looking at her and… God, she was helpless. Wait- what was she thinking? She had a girlfriend back home! She swore to get over after realizing you couldn’t have liked her back!

“What? Was that not good enough? Well, i do have seasonal pick up lines. Like, If a kiss was a snowflake, I would send you a snowstorm.” And with that you sent her a small wink, and leaned closer to Gemini’s neck. The look on her face was… Different. You couldn’t really understand her.

“Y/n-“ There was a scream- multiple screams and clicks that brought you back from your little world with Ellie. You felt your stomach drop at the noise. Infected really are a pain in the ass.

“Infected,” You warned, looking around in the town where the sounds seem to be coming from. You noticed a broken window from a grocery store. It was dark, and there was small noises coming from in there. “I thought this area would be clear.”

“They like to wander, remember?” Ellie reminded you with a hard look on her face. You jumped off Gemini, and decided to tie him to an old bike post. “What are you doing?” She asked with a frown.

You pulled out your handgun from your holster, checking to see how much bullets you had in the clip before looking at her. “We have to clear this place, we are on patrol.”

“This isn’t the checkpoint, what are Danny and Axel gonna think when we don’t show up on time?”

“Then we should deal with this quickly. Come on,” You urged, walking towards the broken window and jumped in without hesitation. Ellie quickly followed behind you, trying to catch up.

You get pretty impatient when it comes to clearing areas. She’s not sure where it came from. You were more hostile around infected- with good reason too but it was to the point you would jump in even if it killed you. That’s how bad it was.

From where she was she could see you silently bringing down one of the runners. There was three clickers strolling around the registers while there was some more runners strolling the isles. 7 infected in total- well now six.

She followed your lead, and decided to take down some of the runners quietly. It was much easier than showering them with bullets that you needed. But just in case, you kept your gun close.

After a couple of minutes, you two finished and decided to look around in hopes of finding something good. Which was rare, but it was still worth a shot. You body lead you to the back of the store where a door caught your attention. With your left hand you attempted to open the door but of course it was locked.

“Come on, let’s get going now.” Ellie walked up to you, watching you as you kept your attention on the door. You looked up, finding the entrance of the vent open. Bingo.

“Ellie, give me a boost.” Ellie raised her eyebrows at you, and it seemed like all she wanted to do was leave. First, Ellie promised Joel she wouldn’t take the longer routes and that she would start off with groups patrols but here she is, doing the longer routes and doing paired patrols instead. She just hopes that Joel doesn’t find out. “I’ll just check in there and then we can leave. I promise.” You reasoned, giving her a convincing smile.

She sighed, and nodded. She couldn’t say no to you. She leaned against the wall, and got in position to give you a boost. With one foot you stepped into her hand and she hoisted you up. You climed straight into the vent and crawled into the locked room. The room was bigger than you expected. You thought it was a janitors room but it was actually an office. It was nicely put together for a room that has been locked for what you assumed was years. You were about to walk closer towards the large desk when you heard something, but the banging on the door distracted you.

“Y/n! Open the door already!”

You sighed, and moved towards the door. Just as you were about to unlock it, an ear piercing scream sent you into panic but you weren’t fast enough to react to the stalker who had grabbed you from behind. You were so close to its mouth that you could hear it’s teeth chattering in anticipation.

You struggled against its hold, trying everything in your power to get it the fuck off you because god, this thing was disgusting. “Get the fuck off of me!” You grunted, continuing to fight off against the thing but you don’t remember where you put your knife. You were barely holding the stalker back, but you grip on its neck was the only thing keeping you alive at the moment.

Two gunshot rang out, and the stalker dropped behind you. You fell to the ground, feeling the sick to your stomach. “Y/n! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Are you bitten!?” Ellie jumped down from the same vent that you came through, and kneeled down to you. She grabbed your face and continued to check for bites- or any signs of injuries.

You couldn’t look her in the eyes. “Shit.” You closed your eyes. “I’m loosing my shit.”

“Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.” She grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the ground. She unlocked the door and lead you outside where the horses were waiting for you. Almost as sensing something was wrong, Gemini leaned into you once you were close enough.

“Hey, buddy. I’m okay.”

Ellie decided to let go of your hand. Your skin was warm and somehow she was comforted by that. But then she remembers that it probably meant more to her than it did to you. It always did.

She could never read you.

“What took you two so long?” Axel asked once you two made it to the dam. You two walked into the building, and straight to the watchtower. Ellie went straight to the couch while you walked towards the notebook and decided to report what had happened.

“Infected, we were clearing the an area and lost track of time.” You explained briskly. Axel nodded, noticing something was off but decided to say anything. Danny and Axel left after packing up.

You looked over at Ellie who was lounging around on the couch that was in another section of the room. She was writing something in her journal. You were curious as to what she was writing. “Watcha writing there, El?”

She didn’t look up and just continued to write. But she was smirking. “Only writing that i had to save your ass… Again.”

You groaned, hearing her laughing from her spot. “Watch it, William. I swear i’ll haunt you from beyond the grave.”

“You’ll never get the chance because i’ll always be there to save your ass.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, yay. My own personal prince charming. What’s next, saving me from an evil queen who placed a curse on me?”

“We’ll, it’s on my list.” She joked, finally finishing up whatever she was writing in her journal. She closed her journal and hides it back into her backpack. You decided to look into the other room, you were looking for something specific. After some scavenging you finally found it. A bong.

“Hey, El! Guess what i found!” You yelled from the other room. You looked at the beautiful glass piece in-front of you.

“Please tell me you won the lottery, i would kill for a cruise ticket!”

“Funny,” You walked into the room Ellie was in, and presented the bong to her. Ellie’s eyes widen.

“How’s you know that was here?”

“There’s always at least one at each checkpoint.” You replied swiftly, giving her a grin. “ Eugene is a very chartable man.”

“We shouldn’t. Plus, we don’t have- wait, do you have some on you?”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a small bag of bud. You smirked and tossed her the bag. “As i said, Eugene is very charitable.”

Ellie was awestruck. “Jesus, y/n. Since when did you become a pothead?”

You hummed. “That’s a really good question- i’m not going to answer though.”

“Aw come on! I literally tell you everything.” Ellie slightly pouting at the fact that you were withholding information from her.

“Come talk to me when you’re 18.” You responded with a smirk on you’re face.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Quit being a dick. You turned 18 a couple of months ago and don’t know how to act.”

“Shut up,” You walked over to her and sat on the opposite side of the same couch as her. You pulled out your bottle of water. “So, inside or outside?”

“Outside, obviously. Only one bowl, deal?”

“Deal.”

After many hours of waiting, you and Ellie were finally replaced at the dam checkpoint, so you two finished running your routes while riding back to Jackson. It started out rough but at the end of your shift you were feeling better. You had made it through the gates in one piece thanks to Ellie- and she made sure you didn’t forget it.

As soon as you made it to the stables you let out a relieved sigh. You started to stretch out your limbs. “It feels so good being back.” You let out a yawn, after you jumped off of Gemini. Ellie followed after you and stepped off of Shimmer. She grabbed Shimmer’s reins and held out her other hand towards you. You were confused on why she was doing that. “Uh… Is this one of your weird ways of telling me i’m awesome?”

“Psh, you wish. Give me his reins. I’ll bring him in.”

“You sure?” She nodded without any hesitation, so you handed her Gemini’s reins. “I’ll wait for you outside, maybe today’s the day we finish the flood arc.”

Ellie looked just as excited as you- maybe even more. “I’ll hold you to that.” She grinned, which made your heart beat faster. You turned on your heels and waited right outside the stables for her. You shouldn’t get too excited. She’s you’re best friend, your best friend who has a girlfriend. She doesn’t like me back. She doesn’t.

You felt like you were being watched so you looked around, finally finding as Cat walking over to you. She was taller than you and way more intimidating. “Uh, hey?”

She looked unimpressed. “Hey? That’s all you have to say after everything you’ve been doing?”

“Woah! What the hell are you talking about?” You had no idea what she was talking about. You didn’t do anything wrong, at least you don’t think you did. You wouldn’t do anything intentionally.

“Don’t pull that crap. I know you have feelings for Ellie.” She had said it a little too loud, and that’s what made you uncomfortable. You hated how open she was about everything- not everyone can be like that. It was one of the things you envied and hated about her.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Cat. Remember… before anything that Ellie is my best friend. So whatever the hell you think happened- didn’t!”

She scoffed, laughing bitterly. “Right. You expect me to believe that when you’re making Googly eyes at her all the time?”

“Cat! This isn’t the time or place to be talking about this. I’m serious.”

“Fine. Just admit that you have feelings for her and i’ll leave you alone.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms in an attempt to protect yourself from her glaring eyes. “Yeah, right. So you can kick my ass when you hear something you don’t want to hear? Why can’t you understand that what i’m feeling is one sided and that Ellie literally loves you! God, Cat. Couldn’t you have realized that instead of cornering me like this? I cant lie to you.”

“Y/n.”

You immediately recognized the voice, and you felt sick once again. You slowly turned around to face the girl who had been the cause for this altercation. She knows.

“Ellie…”

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