#steve mcgarrett x y/n

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Damned Spot

TW: Canon typical descriptions of violence (guns, hand-to-hand combat, McGarrett being McGarrett)

You feel a gentle nudge at your side and you groan softly in protest, nestling deeper into the pillow and the comforting smell of the cologne you bought your fiancé for Valentine’s Day a few weeks ago. Another nudge sends your body shifting again, the pressure more insistent this time, and you open your bleary eyes to find Steve sitting upright in bed, a finger pressed to his lips. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves causing a bolt of fear to run down your spine and effectively breaking the sandman’s grip on you. You mouth, What is it?, and he holds up one finger in lieu of a response, listening intently. Then he asks, “Did you leave a window open downstairs?”

“No,” you whisper, “never. Growing up with cats made me paranoid.”

Steve eases his legs over the side of the bed, carefully opening the drawer of his bedside table and retrieving his gun and clip. Reaching for his arm as he slides the magazine into place with a faint click, you murmur, “Baby, what’s going on?”

“I think someone’s trying to get into the house.”

He checks his phone, frowns, and replaces it on the nightstand. “No signal,” he reports, looking hopefully at you when you raise the landline to your ear. You shake your head. He stalks over to the bedroom door, then stops with his hand on the knob at the sound of fabric rustling from behind him. Turning to find you tugging on one of his Navy t-shirts, he furrows his brow and hisses, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re staying here.”

“Fat fucking chance,” you argue quietly, racking a bullet in the chamber of your own piece while joining him at the door. “You don’t take me to the range so I can sit up here worrying while you play Super SEAL. Let’s go.”

He puffs out a breath of air, jaw ticking as he considers his options. After a moment, he relents, “Stay on me, and stick to the shadows. If I say run, you run, got it?” You swallow thickly and nod, his eyes softening at the determination and fear swimming in your own. “You remember what I taught you?”

“Keep my finger off the trigger unless I intend to shoot.”

“And if you do?”

“Aim for center mass.”

He tucks you into his body and presses his lips to your forehead, murmuring, “That’s my girl.” Steve quietly opens the bedroom door and steps out onto the landing. With his dominant hand on his weapon, he reaches behind with his free hand and laces his fingers through yours, tugging you closer until your chest presses against his back. Feeling your pulse thrumming beneath his fingertips, he gives your hand a firm squeeze before lifting it to his shoulder. After a quick sweep of the living room from upstairs, he looks at you over his shoulder and whispers, “On me,” then begins your careful descent. Glass shatters somewhere in the kitchen, and Steve can feel your entire body tense as you muffle a gasp against his bare back. He turns at the bottom of the steps, guiding you into the corner there and shielding your smaller form from the wide open space of the living room, then raises his gun in the dark. Pressed so tightly into him, you feel rather than hear his authoritative voice carry through your home. “This is Commander McGarrett of Five-0,” he announces. “Put down any weapons you have, and come out with your hands raised.”

The house goes dead silent, or maybe it’s just impossible to hear over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. God, you think to yourself, how does he do this every day? The seconds tick by, and the tension hanging in the air is downright oppressive.

Then, an object goes clattering across the floor and all hell breaks loose. 

“Get down!” Steve roars, spinning and crushing you into his body moments before the backs of your eyelids go stark white from the flash bang. You force your eyes open as the light dissipates, readjusting to the dark once again enveloping you as time slows to a crawl and the world spins around you. You feel Steve’s palm tapping insistently against your cheek, and you realize he’s been calling your name, trying to get your attention. “Y/N, Y/N, look at me,” he pleads, and you hear a distinct edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before. He’s scared, you realize with a start, bile rising in your throat at the prospect of this man, the very definition of bravery, being scared about what you’re facing. The scene unfolding before you hurtles back to normal speed, and you spot movement on the second floor by your bedroom. Acting on instinct, your index finger shifts onto the trigger and you squeeze twice in rapid succession, gulping in air and staring in disbelief at the body that tumbles down the stairs to lay at your feet.

Your eyes dart back and forth between the landing and the living room where you can hear Steve exchanging blows with one of the intruders. He lets out a guttural roar, and you can just make out his form ramming a figure clad in black against the far wall. Then there’s a sharp crack followed by the sound of deadweight hitting the floor.

“Baby,” Steve says urgently, wrenching the semi-automatic from the dead man’s grip before returning to your side, his hand a comforting pressure on your shoulder. “Get to the basement. They’re going to send a second wave-” 

His intuition proves right, the front door breaking off its hinges from a powerful kick and more glass shattering before you hear the thundering of boots across the hall upstairs. “Go! Go now!” Pressing your body to the wall that supports the staircase, you make it as far as the kitchen before the clouds part and the crescent moon illuminates another three men running towards you from the beach, weapons trained on your beloved home. The acrid smell of smoke fills the air as Steve fires a series of shots, trying to fend off the intruders so you can reach the basement for a semblance of tactical advantage, the relatively small room devoid of windows and featuring only a single entrance and exit.

You move into the kitchen, glass cutting into the soles of your feet that you barely even register thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your body, and reach for the handle to the basement door. “I can’t feel it,” you cry, panic flooding your voice while you paw at the wood. “Steve, I can’t find the handle!”

He realizes then, with a rising sense of dread, that he didn’t hear a window squeaking on its hinge. They didn’t need a window to breach the house. It was a fucking drill.

“Okay,” he nods, resigned. “Okay. How many bullets do you have left?”

“Four,” you answer shakily, swiping at your eyes to clear your vision.

He pops off an expertly placed shot, and you flinch when the man’s head jerks back before he crumples to the sand outside. “I’m sure our neighbors have called HPD by now,” Steve says confidently, trying to imbue his strength into you despite the myriad of scenes playing out in his head of how this could all go horribly wrong. “Tell me again what you’re gonna aim for,” he coaches.

“Center mass,” you answer dutifully.

Steve rumbles out, “You’re doing so well, Y/N. You keep your eye on that hallway, okay?” You hear the crunching of glass beneath heavy footfalls, and you take a deep breath in a feeble attempt to steel your nerves. Then shots ring out across the kitchen, the sparks of bullets affording you snapshots of the chaos, accompanied by the soundtrack of blows landing and bones cracking.

As quickly as it started, it’s all over. The longest six minutes of your life. Just about the length of Bohemian Rhapsody.

The thought has a laugh bubbling out of you, and Steve turns at the sound to check on you, the air rushing out of his lungs.

“Baby?” He drops to his knees, cradling your head in his lap and pressing his hand against your chest.

“Hurts,” you gasp out, trying to pull away from the unwelcome pressure.

“I know, my love,” he soothes you, “just breathe through it, okay? C’mon, breathe with me.” Following his lead, you take deliberate breaths, each gulp of air sending a shockwave of pain radiating through your body.

“This sucks,” you laugh again, almost delirious now. “I just picked out my wedding dress.”

“And you’re gonna look so beautiful in it,” Steve croons, pressing his hand even harder against the bullet wound in response to your rapidly worsening pallor. “Keep breathing, baby.”

You take in an obedient breath, and he blinks away tears, joking, “You wanted us to have another thing in common, huh? Matching his and hers scars?” You smile lovingly at him before gasping from the pain, and he continues rambling to keep you conscious, “It’s a through and through, Y/N, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Jus’ a through ’n through,” you slur back.

“Stay awake, Y/N,” he says roughly, jostling his knees beneath your head. The sound of approaching sirens grows louder with each passing second, and you try to memorize Steve’s handsome visage, his features drawn together tightly in concern.

You muse, “So pretty,” as his face comes in and out of focus, and you let out a content hum before closing your eyes, the sound of Steve’s panicked voice blending into the wailing sirens, and then nothing at all.

__________

“Hey, babe,” Danny calls as he walks briskly through the hospital just after three in the morning, lowering his voice when he receives a disgruntled look from one of the few other people in the lobby. “HPD said you were on your way to Tripler.” Seeing Steve decked out in an EMT’s jacket, he quips, “What happened? You ride in the ambulance so much they gave you a souvenir, huh?” Steve turns at the sound of Danny’s voice, his disheveled appearance and red-rimmed eyes a stark contrast to his usual sarcasm and self-assurance. “Woah, hey,” the blonde’s voice drops to a soothing murmur, and he pulls his best friend into a tight hug. “What’s going on?”

“It’s um-” Steve sniffs and smooths a hand over his face, steeling himself. “A tactical team broke into the house-” His voice breaks and he clears his throat, his hand balling into a fist that he repeatedly hits against his open palm before blurting out, “She got shot, Danny.”

The blonde is dumbstruck, unsure of how to ask his followup question and grateful when his partner intuits his fear. “She’s in surgery,” Steve supplies, and Danny releases a ragged breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“How much longer?”

Steve merely shrugs in response, glassy-eyed stare trained on the floor in front of him. He pulls his hands out of the jacket pockets and studies them for a moment before concluding, “She lost a lot of blood.”

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, babe.” Danny guides his friend down the hall toward the nearest restroom. “I’m gonna call the team and let them know what’s going on. And I’ll have Chin bring you a change of clothes. Should I… call Y/N’s parents?”

“Not yet,” Steve intones, letting the rest of his thought go unspoken, then pushes open the door to the bathroom.

He stands in front of the sink for a few moments in a trance, unsure of what to do next until he glances down at his hands again, unrecognizable in their current state. He runs his palms under scalding hot water and scrubs at them ferociously, willing the liquid in the basin to stop running red. After several minutes, crimson has dulled to a blush tinge- the same color as your cheeks when he makes you laugh and the flowers you chose for the table settings at the wedding. He moves to swipe at his pooling tears but can’t bring himself to touch his face. Instead, he pulls out several paper towels, wets them, and dabs at his stinging eyes.

The cool water brings him marginally back to reality, although he’s not sure that’s a good thing given the state of his world right now. Suddenly feeling hot all over, and definitely too hot for this stupid jacket, Steve yanks at the zipper and peels off the heavy fabric. It takes him a few tugs to get the material detached from his bare skin, and when he looks up into the mirror again, he sees why.

On the other side of the door, Danny’s filling Chin in on the vague details he has of the night. “…won’t even say her name. No, I know, but he just keeps saying ‘she’ like Y/N’s a victim in one of our cases and it’s honestly freaking me-” Danny gets cut off by a gut-wrenching howl followed by the unmistakable sound of glass breaking. “I have to go,” he mutters into the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you when you get here. Thanks.” He allows himself a moment to breathe and prepare himself for what he’s about to see, then enters the bathroom.

He finds Steve gripping the sink so tightly that fresh blood oozes from the wounds on his knuckles with each flex of his fingers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stares blankly ahead into the broken mirror. “Steve-”

“Look at me,” his best friend rasps out, turning so that Danny can see his bare chest, a horrifying canvas painted with your blood. He opens and closes his mouth several times, clearly at a loss for words as he looks down at his hands in disbelief. “Her blood is literally on my hands, Danny. I was- I was supposed to protect her. My baby,” he whispers sadly, and then the dam breaks.

__________

As night creeps into morning, Steve sits in the waiting room with his team members poring over recent case files. He scratches at his chest for the umpteenth time, unable to escape from the hellish feeling of your blood on his body even after a hot shower in the nurses’ locker room and a change of clothes courtesy of Chin. “This is taking too long,” he sighs, slapping a file closed on the table before him and digging the heels of his palms into his raw eyes.

“Steve,” Kono starts gently, rubbing his arm, “why don’t you get some rest? We’ll keep going and wake you up if-”

“No,” he shakes his head, his voice rough with exhaustion and barely concealed rage. “I’m not going to sleep until I hunt down this son of a bitch and take away everyone he loves.” After a breath, he nudges Danny’s foot under the table and asks, “What’s Duke saying?”

“No hits through facial rec or even Interpol. It’s like these guys are ghosts.”

Chin sits up in his stiff hospital chair like an epiphany’s just struck. “What if this isn’t about Five-0?”

“Y/N’s a high school teacher,” Danny says, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Her biggest enemy is Mrs. Heifer down the hall who never replenishes the K-cups.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, Steve smiles at his best friend and corrects, “Mrs. Hannifer.”

“I said what I said.”

“C’mon, you two,” Kono grins, squeezing their hands on the table. “Chin, what are you thinking?”

“When’s the last time you heard from Doris?”

Steve snorts out an incredulous laugh and answers, “When she got on that private jet a few years ago. She’s never met Y/N. Hell, she doesn’t even know she’s a grandmother now.” He shakes his head at that realization, gnawing at his bottom lip as he considers Chin’s line of thinking. “I’m gonna call Joe. You guys keep working through these files, okay?”

The older man answers on the ninth ring, his voice thick with sleep when he says, “Son, you have any idea what time it is where I am?”

Glancing at the digital clock at the nurses’ station, Steve replies curtly, “Four forty-seven in the morning. Where’s Doris, Joe?”

Steve can hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, and he can picture Joe sitting up in bed, trying to figure out an artful lie. “What’s going on, Steve?”

“There are at least eleven dead bodies at my house right now,” he says by way of an answer.

“Are you sure they were looking for your mother?”

“This wasn’t some intruder block party at the McGarrett household,” Steve snaps, ire overpowering his immense respect for the man whom he considers to be his second father. “They were in tactical gear with heavy weaponry and a clear target. This wasn’t just an op, it was a hit.”

“Christ,” Joe breathes out. “Are you alright, son?”

“No, I’m not,” he answers honestly, voice breaking on the last syllable. “Y/N’s in the hospital.”

There’s some shuffling again, louder this time. Steve can tell he’s getting dressed before he declares, “I’m on my way.”

__________

Joe’s baritone voice sounds garbled as it floats over to Steve’s ears like he’s stuck underwater, and the brunette sits up with a start, realizing he inadvertently dozed off while awaiting his mentor’s arrival. Kono places a paper cup with steam wafting out of it beside him, and he looks up at her gratefully. “I was just about to wake you.”

“Kono, hey,” Steve starts softly, reaching across their makeshift work desk to take her hand. “I just- I want you to know how grateful I am. For introducing me to Y/N and then giving me the push to-”

“Don’t,” she whispers emphatically, fighting back tears. “Save it for your reception, okay?”

He nods, sharing a bittersweet smile with your childhood best friend, before taking a fortifying sip of caffeine and heading towards Joe who’s being briefed by Danny. He pulls Steve into an uncharacteristically lengthy hug, then steps back with a sigh. “Son, there’s something you need to know. Your mother-”

“-never left the island,” Steve finishes the thought for him, spotting a concerned Doris rounding the corner into the waiting area. Then the other shoe drops, an all-too-familiar face stepping out from behind his mother.

“What the fuck?” Danny hisses under his breath at the sight of the two women arriving together.

“Steven,” Doris starts with a sympathetic click of her tongue, arms outstretched as she approaches her eldest. She stops short at the look in his eyes and the tight clench of his jaw. His rage is palpable, and the image of his hands around Doris’ throat flashes unbidden behind his closed eyelids. “They had plans of our house,” he says, his voice barely audible. “They took the handle of the basement door off so we had nowhere to go.”

If his mother is wondering who the we is, she’s doing an excellent job of hiding it. Her shadow, on the other hand, voices the question out loud. “Who was with you?” she asks, concerned. “Are you hurt?”

“My fiancée,” Steve spits out, trying and failing to tamp down the venom dripping from his words.

“I didn’t-” Tears brim in Doris’ eyes and Steve forces himself to look away. “I had no idea, Steven. I’m so sorry.”

“Of course you didn’t know,” he laughs sadly. Meeting his mother’s gaze once more, he says, “You shouldn’t be here. You need to lay low in a safe house until we figure out who’s running this op.”

“You need to play it safe, too, Steve,” the younger brunette speaks up. “Come with us.”

“Cath-” Her name catches in his throat like the shards of glass still taking up residence in the cracks along his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then we’re staying here with you,” Doris says with a sense of finality. “At least until she's out of surgery.”

“Y/N.”

“What, Steven?”

Doleful eyes look up to meet his mother’s, the mix of blue and hazel in her irises an exact reflection of his own. “Her name is Y/N.”

__________

The first rays of sunlight stream through the cracks in the blinds into your hospital room, casting an almost angelic glow on your sleeping face. Steve would find the sight absolutely picturesque if his eyes weren’t laser focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest, terrified that every breath you take could be your last.

The bullet lodged in a tertiary bronchus of Y/N’s left superior lung lobe, just shy of the cardiac notch, your surgeon had explained to him. We were able to safely remove a portion of her lung, and we didn’t see any bullet fragments penetrate the pericardium, the sac around the heart. She’ll have to take it slow and avoid strenuous activity, especially with the rib fractures healing, but we anticipate a full recovery in due time. Steve had done some extensive Google searching following his conversation with the surgeon, but an article detailing the amount of hemorrhage that could occur from damage to intercostal vessels had his skin feeling hot and sticky again, and he forced himself to stop. 

The flurry of activity in the recovery ward outside your room is muffled by the drone in his ears, interrupted every so often by the steady beeping of your monitors, proof that you’re still alive. Leaning his elbows against jittery knees, he presses his clasped hands to his forehead and finally breaks the silence. “So… the CIA, huh?”

Catherine sighs, running her fingers through her hair before saying, “I would’ve told you if I could.”

“I see why they assigned you to Doris,” Steve huffs quietly. “You both have the same penchant for half-truths.”

“Steven-” his mother starts, but he cuts her off with a withering glance.

“The least you could’ve done, the very least, was warn me to be on my guard.”

“And what would you have done differently?”

“Reinforce the house. Have Y/N stay with Danny. I don’t know what I would’ve done, because you didn’t give me an option.” He rubs his face roughly and takes a deep breath, trying to ward off the crushing weight of exhaustion. “Look, uh, Y/N’s going to be fine, so you guys really should get going. Get someplace safe.”

The two women nod, standing and gathering their things. Catherine steps out into the hallway, but Doris lingers at the threshold of your room, turning back to her son with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Steven,” she whispers, her voice cracking on his name. “I thought- I thought if I went back to the only thing I was ever good at, I could keep you safe.”

He rises from his chair to meet her in the doorway and pulls her into a tight embrace, years of questions left unanswered and moments missed passing between them in the span of a few seconds. “That’s not the only thing you were good at, Mom,” he divulges quietly. 

She cups his cheek in her hand, and Doris can see the little boy she left behind peek through the hardened exterior of her adult son when he leans into her touch. “When this is all over, I’ll come see you, okay? I want to get to know my daughter-in-law.” I want to get to know you, she thinks sadly, deciding it’s better to keep that thought inside for now. “Stay safe, Steven.”

He nods. “You too, Mom.”

He follows her out into the hallway, calling out for Catherine who stops and turns at the sound of his voice. Jogging down the hall to make up the distance, Steve stops in front of his long-time lover, ex, and almost-wife. “Thank you,” he says awkwardly, now unsure of why he even stopped her from leaving. “For watching out for my mom,” he clarifies.

“Of course,” Cath responds. “She’s family.”

“Right, well, uh-” He sniffs and scratches the back of his neck. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too, Steve.”

He turns to head back to your room, but Catherine’s hand on his arm stops him. “She wrote to me,” the brunette blurts out in a confession. “Y/N, she- she wrote to me, and I found it in my old inbox a few months back.” Her eyes are glassy when she continues, “She, um, thanked me for being there for you all those years before she came into the picture. And the way she talks about you, Steve, God, she really loves you.” Steve drops his gaze to the ground, overcome with emotion, and nods. “Y/N told me about the ring, too.”

His head whips up at that, concern flooding his ocean blue eyes. “Cath-”

“It’s okay, really. I’m glad she told me.” They’re silent for a few moments, then Catherine says, “Look, Steve, just because I’m not in your life anymore doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you. And Y/N… it’s so clear that she loves you. That she’s good for you.”

“For the first time in my life,” Steve reveals quietly, “I know what it feels like to be chosen. For the first time in my life, I feel like a priority.”

“You should be a priority, Steve. You deserve to be happy, and you deserve to be happy with her.” Catherine presses a delicate kiss to his stubbled cheek, and it feels distinctly like a final goodbye. “See you around, sailor.”

She turns and continues down the hall, but Steve has lived a life filled with one too many unanswered questions. “Cath?” he calls after her. “What would you have said? If I had asked, what would you have said?”

Catherine smiles at him, a bittersweet smile that holds years of love, friendship, and fond memories. “I would’ve said ‘yes’, Steve.”

__________

A few days later, you’re enjoying a small, simple breakfast a la McGarrett that tastes like a Michelin star meal compared to the hospital food you’ve been forcing down since waking up from your surgery. “An omelet has never tasted this good,” you moan happily around another bite, and Steve grins at you. “I hope you still feel that way when we get you back home.”

The mention of home has your smile faltering as you recall the destruction that ensued on that fateful night. “Do we still…” You hesitate, unsure of how to phrase your question delicately. “Can we go back home?”

“We’re fixing the place up for you as we speak, babe,” Danny jumps in, sharing a quick look with his best friend. The crime scene cleanup crew had done a stellar job over the past two days, but Steve was insisting on pulling up and replacing the entire kitchen floor, claiming a remodel was past due anyway. No one had the heart to tell him they knew exactly why he couldn’t look at the old linoleum tiles.

“You guys are the best,” you gush. “I was worried we would have to move.”

“No, baby, are you kidding me?” Steve tuts. “Mary and I were raised in that house, and we’re gonna raise little McGarretts of our own there, too.”

“Don’t tell me I have to deal with more of you,” Danny groans, and you laugh before your entire left side smarts and you suck in air through your teeth.

“Danny!” Steve admonishes, and you’re quick to soothe his ruffled feathers.

“Are you two upsetting my favorite patient?” Your lovely nurse, Lani, narrows her eyes playfully at your boys as she enters the room, making notes in your chart of your fluid rate and vitals on the monitor.

“No, ma’am,” they answer in unison, and she huffs at them skeptically. Turning her attention to you, she asks, “How are you feeling today, sweetheart?”

“Less pain, more so discomfort. My stitches are starting to get itchy like you said they would.” She nods and hums sympathetically, then smiles and says, “That means you’re healing.”

“Does that mean I can take a real shower today?”

“Nice try,” she laughs, adjusting the pillow you’re leaning against. “Not quite yet. But Mina will be in soon to take care of you, dear.”

With a pout you ask, “You’re leaving me?”

“You’ll be discharged by the time I start my next shift,” Lani answers, squeezing your shoulder in a sweet gesture. “And Commander McGarrett?” She turns to him, one eyebrow quirked, and the SEAL sits up at attention. “We don’t want to see you in here for at least a year, okay?”

As Steve nods dutifully, Danny jokes, “I mean, really, you oughtta give this guy a punchcard or something at this point. Nine sets of stitches and the tenth one’s free, huh?”

Shaking her head, she calls, “Goodbye, you two. Get well soon, Y/N, dear!”

“What a gem,” you smile, “I love her.”

Danny stands with a soft grunt and announces his departure, too. “Gotta collect my monkeys and drop them off at school,” he explains, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll bring the kids by later and make sure this guy hasn’t bored you to tears, yeah?”

“You’re a real comedian, Detective Williams,” Steve yells as he leaves, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s ribbing. You reach your hand out towards your fiancé and wiggle your fingers, gesturing for him to come closer. Your EKG lines only allow you to stretch so far, and you fall back against the pillows with a huff. “I don’t like hospitals, Steve.”

“I know,” he responds sympathetically, coming to sit on the edge of your bed and brushing some loose hairs off your forehead.

“I don’t like having all these wires and tubes connected to every inch of my body.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“And I hate having to ask for help. Not even being able to bathe myself? Hard pass. It makes me feel useless.”

“Y/N-”

“And the last time we were in this place, the roles were reversed and I was so terrified that you weren’t gonna wake up and-”

“Honey, baby, angel, light of my life,” he cuts you off gently, squeezing your cheeks between his large hands, “would you just- would you take a breath for me? Nice and easy, just like that,” he instructs, breathing with you. “Thank you so much.”

“Was that your polite way of telling me to shut up?” You smile lovingly up at him, angling your head to press a kiss to each of his palms.

“I would never-” He molds his lips to your forehead. “-ever-” Another kiss. “-do such a thing.”

“Perish the thought,” you snort. “Will you snuggle with me, babe?”

He glances down at the bed, appraising. “Are we both gonna fit?”

You pout at him, dramatically jutting out your bottom lip. “I make it work when you’re in here.”

“You don’t pull your punches, future Mrs. McGarrett,” he laughs warmly, wedging his large frame beside you in the comedically small bed.

You hum contentedly as his arm settles around you, resting gently on your injured side. “Who said I’m taking your last name?”

“Ouch,” he mock cries, hand going to his heart. “Another direct hit.”

“I’m not done yet,” you declare, and he challenges, “Oh yeah? What else you got?”

“My scar is gonna be cooler than all of yours combined.”

His fingers trace delicate patterns along your side and he scoffs, “Is not.”

“Is, too!”

“Who’s gonna be the judge, huh?”

“All of our friends.”

“Nu uh,” he shakes his head. “Unfair advantage. You’ll get bonus pity points.”

“We’ll take pictures. Make it a blind experiment.”

“You’re on, Mrs. McGarrett.”

“What did I just say to you?”

“My last name’s cooler. You’ll come around.”

“You’re so annoying, Steve.”

“I know.”

“But I love you.”

“…I kn- Ow! Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I love you, too! Stop pinching me, you cheeky little- How do you have the energy to do this right now?“

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[A/N: Woo baby this one was a doozy, but I’m actually really proud of it? 🥹 Writing this gave me anxiety and then big sad and then big smile for my goofy baby Steve, I hate myself fr. This has been sitting in my drafts inspired by snippets of various episodes of the show because, let’s face it, writing myself into one Steven Jack McGarrett’s life is my guilty pleasure. I love this man sm and I wanted to explore his more emotional side as opposed to the tough and sarcastic version of Steve we’re used to. I hope you enjoyed this lil piece that’s been living rent free in my head for months now 🖤 Also...peep the Macbeth reference 💅🏽✨]

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Too Tired to Move

Characters: Steve McGarrett X Reader

Word Count: 1270

Warnings: Fluff, I think that’s it. 

A/n: Thank you for the request & the kind words darling. I’m sorry it took me FOREVER to write it, but I finally had some time, and I needed some fluff.

Requested By: @NattyAssasian (it won’t let me tag you/ it says you don’t exist)

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After a long day at work, you and Steve are finally getting home at around midnight. This last case had been hard on everyone. All of you were working day and night for the last few days, which translates into not much sleep for anyone. Once the two of you were in bed, you felt sleep taking over your senses. Unfortunately, it was taken from you almost as fast as it had come.

“Y/n, are you awake? Y/n?” You felt a hand nudging you. You tried to ignore him with all your might, but if he is anything, he is persistent. “Sweetheart?”

“Steve. I love you but leave me alone please.” You reached your hand up to where his hand is on your shoulder, and you just put your hand on top of his.

“Y/n…” he moved his head to your shoulder and whispered into your ear. “Y/nn…”

You turn your head to the side to look at him. “Whaaaat?” you whined like a child.

“Can you please go get me water?”

“Are you serious right now?” you rubbed your eyes, before looking to the clock on your nightstand, to see it was 1:55 a.m. “It is almost 2 in the morning Steve.”

“I know but I am too tired to move, I feel like if I try to get up, I will just fall to the ground.”

“You are so dramatic.” You fully turn to look at him, only to see a pout on his face. “Ugh, fine.”

You move to get out of bed, but before you actually get up you sit on the edge of the bed. You rub your eyes before getting up and heading downstairs. When you were halfway down the stairs you hear Steve yell “I LOVE YOU!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You mumbled to yourself.

You walked down the rest of the stairs to the kitchen, going to the fridge to grab a few water bottles. The thing is that once you opened that door… Your stomach was starting to growl. That’s when you realize that you and Steve didn’t eat dinner. So, you decided to get a small snack. You grabbed some crackers out of the pantry. Then you made your way towards the doorway. Only to be stop once you saw the cookies on the counter, you grabbed one on your way back up the stairs.

When you came back into the room Steve was laying on his stomach, facing away from the door. You placed your snack and the extra waters on your night table. You sat down with your back up against the headboard. You started rubbing your hand over Steve’s shoulder to his upper back. He turned his head to you with a smile on his face. You handed him his water, he mumbled out a thank you, then you turned to pick up your crackers.

When you had your crackers open on the bed in front of you, you felt Steve move closer to you.

“What do you have?” He was slowly stretching his neck back to see.

“A snack. I realized when I was down there that we haven’t eaten since lunch, but I didn’t want a full meal since it’s almost two in the morning.”

He reached over to grab at your crackers when you moved your leg to block him.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“I was going to grab a cracker, my loving wife just denied me.”

“Didn’t they teach you manners in your seal training?”

“Not exactly…”

“Well, I know that your parents must have.”

“I guess…”

“Then use them Mr. Grabby Hands.”

“I’m about to show you grabby hands if you don’t share.”

“What happened to “I’m too tired to move”.” You used your most whiny voice and placed the back of your hand on your forehead as you leaned back for dramatic effect.

What you didn’t expect was him to pull you to him and lay over you, pining you down.

“Get off of me.”

He wasn’t paying attention to you; he was currently pulling crackers out of the box. Once he had a sufficient amount, he rolled off of you.

“You’re a brat you know that.” He looked at you with a smirk on his face, as he chewed on one of the stolen crackers.

“Says the one who went full gorilla to get a few crackers, instead of asking nicely.”

The two of you just laughed at each other for a little bit. Once the laughter died down, you put the crackers on the nightstand and picked up the cookie. Then you looked over to Steve. He was smiling at you.

“What?”

“Can I please have some of your cookie? It looks amazing.” Now he was looking at you with puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh, now you know how to use your manners.”

You took the cookie and tried your best to break it in half. Unfortunately, one side was bigger than the other. You tried to hand the bigger portion to Steve, but he reached for the smaller one. You looked over at him with a smile on your face.

The two of you silently ate your cookie, once you both were done you laid down next to Steve. He pulled you closer to him, resting his head in the crook of you neck.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Obviously, there’s something.” You start running your hand over his head, causing him to relax.

“I was just thinking.”

“About…” You waved your hand in a prompting motion.

“How lucky I am.”

You just rolled your eyes and giggled at him.

“How so?”

“I have an amazing life. I have a wonderful job, even though sometimes the hours are terrible it’s still great. I have an amazing team that makes it worth going into work. And last but certainly not least, I have a beautiful wife, who even though she denied me crackers, is still willing to share her cookie with me.”

He shifted so that he could look at you.

“You have made my life a hundred times better the day you bumped into me.”

“You bumped into me.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you bumped into me.”

“Nope, you bumped into me. I wasn’t even moving. How can I bump into if I wasn’t moving?”

“Well…” He took a few seconds to think about it. “Huh… you were just standing there.”

“You’re such a dork.” You just laughed at him.

“Yeah, but you still married me anyway.”

“I did… To be completely honest, it was because I knew you were the one after you gave me the biggest piece of cake at your birthday party.”

“Oh, so the cake sealed the deal for you.”

“Yes.” You said it with no hesitation.

“Wow, and here I thought it was my devilish good looks and my charming personality.”

“Nah, I’m more of a cake and sarcasm kind of gal.”

You just smiled at him. He on the other hand had a smirk on his face. He moved his hand to the side of your face.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Then he lowered himself to kiss you.

“I love you too.” You pulled him back into another kiss.

“We should go to bed; we only have a few hours before we need to be back at work.” He was still hovering over you.

“Well then you need to get off of me.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, rolling over slightly binging you with him.

“Goodnight brat.”

“Goodnight gorilla.”

Not long after this, the both of you were asleep only to be woken up by the annoying noise of your alarm clocks hours later.

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Danny tries to set Steve and you up on a date, but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

steve mcgarrett x reader

Author’s note:  Idk about this, but I love Danno & his irritable good heart.

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Danny Williams contorted his face in the way that was reserved for his disgust with some aspect of current humanity and it made you burst out laughing. You had agreed with the sentiment, but you could never take your sudden emotions and outwardly form them to be so entertaining. He turned to you with that look on his face that said ‘What is so amusing, babe? It’s the truth.’

The air was sweet in your lungs. It was a really lovely evening. The music playing was a great playlist, the karaoke goers weren't annoying, and the overall energy and ambiance in the place was sparkling, like a pretty firework you wanted to watch float down. You were having a good time, free from the things you still had to do, and anything else that could distract you from the present moment. Something still felt missing, though. Because someone was... McGarrett.

A faint vacantness was always around when he wasn’t. You tried not to think about it much, because you knew that overthinking things never yielded much of anything good. The longer his presence infiltrated and somehow contaminated your life, though, every time you happened to re-check in on that vague idea you avoided, it had managed to become more detailed and more difficult to push away. It was practically a sinkhole now, waiting to collapse and pull you in.

You saw the tiger man’s gait, through the crowd of people casually chatting and meandering about. It stuck out, it always did, like a predator in a forrest’s clearing. McGarrett always had a tenacity with each step. Like he had the most efficient path, straight to you and no one could stop or deviate him from getting there. If you were a bad guy, it was very bad news. But if you weren’t, it was reassuring in a way. Relief was filling in those dug out places in your heart. Suddenly, however, the safety you found burst like a C-4 charge just detonated. There was another person walking beside him. She had glowing skin, a cool dress that fit well, and openly gazed at the commander in a way that made you feel sick to witness.

It stung, the pain surprising even you. It was if you unexpectedly ran into a wall and got multiple fractures. But bones weren't the thing that were broken in this case. You swallowed the ache running up from your ribcage, realizing that you had fallen into what you purposefully had cordoned off. You couldn’t get out of the idea-- the idea that you could’ve been the one beside Steve, dressed all nice together, some picture perfect scene from a romcom. You couldn’t deny it anymore, acceptance had beaten you and won. This newfound understanding wasn’t freeing, though, it had trapped you. These feelings were stuck pulling at you with other new ones sprouting up, like quick climbing vines with thorns. There was nothing you could do about it. You cut open yourself, and hollowed everything out, shifting into damage control, as you plastered on a fake smile.

“What took you so long, brah?” Kamekona asked, “Being on time demonstrates to all those around you, you value theirs.”

“There was traffic, and I was meeting up with someone beforehand,” Steve explained as he gestured an introduction, working hard for the audience who hadn’t expected this part of the show, “Everyone, this is Lynn.”

The table gave a general welcome, with supervised yet still kind hellos and smiles. You didn’t think anyone else was as bothered by this surprise guest as you had been. But little did you know...

Danny had arranged this get together at the Sheraton, his second favored locale for controlled social settings aside from the Hilton. But, there was no new girlfriend for him, or new "friend" of Grace's, or anyone else that required mingling in a group. This was just supposed to be drinks, dinner, and maybe some karaoke. For the detective, this was merely subterfuge to finally get two of his friends to admit what they refused to ever address out loud. Though, the subtext in both of your staring said plenty, Danny was trying to enact some good will in lieu of his standard complaining. Annoyance took up a lot of minutes in William’s typical day, but tonight, he was aggravated. Aggravated because his idiot of a best friend brought a date. A date?! The schmuck who ignored him every other time he had suggested getting back out there before. A suggestion, Danny had stopped suggesting, ever since you joined the team. The detective knew him long enough to know how past derailed hurts left a deep wound despite Steve not talking about it. But Danny noticed how that wound slowly started to close up and heal after you entered the picture. Steven, however, was being a moron about this or in total denial. Probably both, Daniel ascertained to himself as he smoothed his hair back, hoping it’d magically work on his nerves too.

“Why don’t I get everyone some drinks, huh? Steve, come help me.” Danny ordered, giving McGarrett a look that on the surface seemed innocent enough, as he got up from the table.

“Steven, please,” the Jersey cop warned, and when he specifically started using formalities and manners, it was well known that underneath the pinstriped dress shirt, the detective 's heart was pumping enough oxygen to effectively yet calmly disfigure someone if they disobeyed.

Steve got up slowly, and a few steps away, Williams started pulling at the man’s rolled shirt sleeves, encouraging the SEAL to pick up the pace to chat in a less busy area of the bar, like an impatient parent embarrassed by their kid acting out in public.

“I,” the blonde man said, pointing to himself for emphasis, “Invited you to this outing– solely you,” then there was another now reversed point, “Why did you bring a plus one?”

McGarrett eyed him, forming a confused reply with his own expression lines, as to why Danny was immediately giving him a hard time doing exactly what he harped on for so long.

“You’re being serious right now? This isn't some fancy RSVP'd dinner reception, Danny. It's drinks at Rumfire. What's the big deal?”

“Actually, it was an RSVP, because I asked you earlier this week, and you responded. And you responded without telling me that you were bringing a date. Then I re-asked, and you didn’t tell me then either.”

“And you think I have control issues?”

“You do have control issues,” Danny calmly and instantly retorted, but his friend was now busy ordering at the bar.

Steve turned back around, “Just relax. Don’t make this a big deal,” he reassured, as his eyes darted away from your silhouette he found first at the table. McGarrett distracted himself again by gathering most of the beers. He nudged the ornery shorter man on the shoulder, “Get the other drinks you wanted me to help you with, alright?”

Danny sighed fairly loudly through his teeth, chomping down on the inside of his own lip, before ushering himself back to the table. When he sat down his face grew concerned at how easily the mai tai was flowing from your glass less than a minute later.

The strong liquid was just a distraction, a consolation prize for you being pissed off. You took a heavy swig of the drink again, bordering on some non-assuming villain plotting and stewing as things went on. Soon Lynn joyfully got up to try some karaoke alone, unbothered at her failed attempt to get Steve to join her. She seemed genuinely nice, which made it all the more worse. There wasn’t even an excuse to dislike her.

“So, am I supposed to be leaving still or what?” Kamekona asked Danny, trying to be subtle but failing to be.

Your eyebrow arched, at the same time Steve’s raised. Danny had a mild aneurysm, mumbling, “What? No, no,” over and over.

“Nah, hoalohas, I think I’m still gonna leave.”

Danny jumped up and left the table, trying to reel back the shrimp truck magnate of the North Shore to save face. Now, it was only you and McGarrett… watching Lynn pick her song on stage to sing. Except, Steven’s eyes were somewhere else.

You heard his voice, undeviating, cutting through everything, “How’s the mai tai?,” his tone resembling when he egged Danny about something.

“Good.” You said curtly, still not looking at Steve.

He was surprised at your reaction, “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You immediately replied again, finishing off what was left in your glass.

McGarrett didn’t answer, taking a sip of his own beer.

“This your first date with her?” You nodded in the direction of Lynn, who was now starting to sing, pretty well too, some old song you knew but you couldn't remember the title of.

“Second.” Steve corrected, quickly shifting his gaze back to you again.

You barely held back the sharp laugh that escaped your lips, mocking the reality you stupidly never asked about or thought could exist, “Cool,” you deadpanned.

“Are you jealous?” McGarrett abruptly asked, a smug smile faintly forming on his lips.

You scoffed, trying to overtly paralyze the nerve he hit, and the pain that went with it, as you went back to your drink forgetting it was now empty, “Why are you even asking me that?”

“Why don’t you just answer the question?” You could hear the stubborn amusement in his pauses, like he found a hold of something and wouldn’t let it go unless he won.

“Why don’t you?” You pushed back, turning to face him, a milder form of rage rising in your throat.

The hot air froze between you, everything else echoing out and away from the epicenter of you two. Your pairs of eyes were deadlocked, their dimly lit hues burning bright into one another's, setting off a fuse and the dejected unanswered what ifs behind them. Fears were smoldering, alongside the tension and boldness. The aggravation quickly melted away on your end. The anger and fading tipsiness unable to hide all the sadness you gathered in the loss you had now learned. Steve’s own eyes suddenly softened at the afflictions he saw surfacing in yours. You and McGarrett were still this weakening standoff, oblivious to what was happening around you. A certain bystander, however, couldn’t completely disregard the sight of your stares boring into each other's souls as she returned.

“How’d I do?” Lynn asked out loud.

“Huh, what?” Steve asked, confused, re-remembering his surroundings.

“You weren’t watching were you?” She gently questioned, already knowing the truth.

Steve awkwardly shifted in his seat, “I was, you uh, were really good! That’s a great song to pick!”

“What song was it?”

You got up from your seat, murmuring about grabbing another drink, your face hot from secondhand embarrassment as Lynn reluctantly sat back down next to McGarrett. On the way to the bar you ran into Danny who had been observing the whole exchange, and was now currently on route to intervene, more anxiousness flooding his hand movements.

“Where-- where are you going, Y/N?” Danny asked as you passed him. He turned on his heel to catch up to you.

“Daniel, don’t.” You sternly warned, trying to find a space in the crowding line at the bar.

“Hold on, wait,” Danny pleaded, catching your arm, “Talk to me, babe, please.”

You stopped and looked at your friend’s sincere eyes, and fretting forehead lines. You knew you didn’t need another drink. The onslaught of emotions was messing with you. Everything was brewing inside your head, like a rainstorm off the coast during monsoon season. You didn’t want to get stuck in the flood. You sighed, letting Danny be the voice of reason and pull you away to the outside patio.

You felt the cool breeze flow through your hair, tonight’s air no longer sweet, your throat still slightly burning. You didn’t say anything, crossing your arms, as you selected words in your head to prepare for the argument that stated you were fine.

“I can tell this surprise guest was sort of a shock to you too.” Danny quietly commented, fingers fidgeting against the railing as he spoke, “You wanna talk about it? I mean not that there’s something to talk about, but--”

“Danny,” you interrupted him, defeated, “I know you only wanted everyone to have a good time. I appreciate that. I appreciate you care. I’m just being weird about it.”

“Someone else is being stupid about it,” Danny blurted out under his breath, the irked truth disappearing into his sigh. He shook his head to himself.

“Hey, what happened to you guys?” Steve’s voice finding where you were. 

“So, are we gonna order dinner now?” Steve asked as he approached, gesturing back towards inside. His nonchalant demeanor, especially in this case, was grating to both you and Daniel.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t start gnawing on the table legs. We’ll be there in a second,” Danny said with another parentified hand wave. He turned and knowingly shrugged to you when Steve turned back around to leave. You nodded to Danny and he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, waiting for you to move first. After a deep breath, you gave in, and headed back inside, Danny following beside you.

“Wait, what happened to Lynn?” Danny asked, processing the shift, and his increased blood pressure again, certain some blood vessel going to burst at this point.

“She, uh,” McGarrett scratched his chin, “decided to head home early,” he gradually admitted, his hand awkwardly illustrating the direction of her exit, before he crossed his own arms, inhaling a loud sniff through his nose. 

“You’re a complete idiot, you know that right?,” Danny retorted after a quick beat, reaching his limit of exasperation at human interactions and having overall concern.

“For what?” McGarrett innocently questioned.

“Everything,” Danny said and shook his head again, hands gripping the back of the empty chair in front of him for some form of strength. He leaned forward and took a breath. 

His voice was calm as he focused back to you and Steve, “I’m tired and done with this. Thank God everyone didn’t show up tonight or already left. And you, you’re paying the bill,” he pointed to McGarrett, before giving you a brief side hug, “I need to get away from here. Maybe I’ll run out into traffic. I don’t know. Goodnight to you insufferable people.” 

“Aww, come on Danny,” Steve called out as the man left, “There’s still appetizers!”

His arms fell to his sides, before turning back to face you. You, like Danny, were still in some mode of processing everything that happened, just in a less dramatic or vocal way than the detective. You eyed Steve in his dark shirt, and jeans, how the fiery orange indoor lighting made his eyes a deeper green and his skin an even warmer shade. The next words from his lips as distinct as the five o’clock shadow on his jawline,

“I’m sorry.” 

His voice was soft as he spoke the sentence, yet it maintained its brutality of honesty. You waited for him to continue.

“And, it’s not like I’d tell Danny this, but he’s right. I am an idiot.”

“For what?” You mirrored his prior phrase, your own voice uncertain with the feelings you were still trying to tie down.

“Well for starters, tonight,” he paused, before adding, “And for not asking this sooner, would you like to have dinner with me?” His lips formed a cautious smile.

“Yes,” you replied, your lips unable to hide your own grin, before continuing, “What else?”

Steve chuckled as he pulled out a chair for you to sit down. You took a seat, then he sat next to you. His body was more relaxed, no longer concerned with any camouflage. You two ordered your dinner, but you weren't going to let it go that easily.

“I’m still waiting for an answer.” You noted, intrigued, propping your elbows atop the table to rest your chin. You tilted your head at Steve, as you waited for his response, confidently and earnestly looking at the commander without hesitation or pretense.

A dorky yet completely charming smile spread across Steve’s face, as he raised his eyebrows, thinking, the warrior man’s eyes glinting in a way you hadn’t seen all night.

“For not doing this a long time ago,” he said, before he swiftly ducked his head and gently pressed his lips to yours. An unanticipated dreamy haze hitting you like a wave, despite the simple kiss. The restaurant busyness and room noise drifted away. You slowly opened your eyes, McGarrett’s ardent and proud expression encircling you. Reality filling in for what a related idea’s gaping hole had left you with. You could care less who was even around. The previous mess inside your chest was gone. Damn that tenacity, it carried through everything.

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Under cover(s) (1/3)

Steve and reader are on an undercover mission.

Characters: Steve McGarrett x female reader

Wordcount: 4631

Warnings: smut, fake dating trope

Author's note: This is my first fanfic, please be kind.

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It had been awfully quiet since you’d asked the hawaii 5-0 team for help on the case. The person of interest had been tracked to hawaii and it is clear that there is a huge deal about to take place.

You lean on the table behind you when you're finished explaining the situation at hand to Steve, Danny, Kono and Chin.

Steve crosses his arms in front of his chest. „I got a man on the inside. He could get us in there.“ That’s what you’d hoped. You stop yourself from letting out a sigh of relief.

„What? Have you lost your mind?“, Danny looks frantic. It makes you chuckle and you push yourself off the table.

„It could actually be our only chance to get Oguz.“, you concede, looking at Danny apologetically. He still has a casket on his left arm, so he wouldn’t be able to come with Steve on this undercover mission.

„It’s settled, then. Y/n and I will go undercover to find this guy, arrest him and shut this entire organization down.“, Steve concludes the short discussion and leaves the room with Kono beside him giving her instructions. Chin types something into the computer surface before him and Danny lets his arms sink in desperation.

„This man gets off at the prospect of potentially getting killed.“, he mutters to himself. „Hey, promise me to keep him from executing the stupid ideas that are eventually going to form in his stupid head, okay?“ You nod and try to hide the smile – unsuccessfully.

24 hours later, you stand next to Steve and the informer at the meeting spot in front of a supermarket. Two large, black vans arrive at the location and you notice Steve taking a step toward the men climbing out of the cars, blocking the view of you.

„Who are they?“ The man who seems to be the leader of the group of 6 men nods in your direction.

„Steve.“, he introduces himself.

„A friend that needs some cash.“, Farid, the infomer, adds as explanation. The leader nods.

„And her?“, he asks.

„I’m Steve’s partner. Y/n.“, you take matters into your own hands and take a step forward to look at the man more closely.

He eyes you, then looks back and forth between you and Steve a few times and frowns. Silence. Staring. You notice Steve moving beside you.

„She’s my partner, my girl. I’m not going without her. And I think you’re two men short.“, he declares and puts one arm around your shoulder. It startles you for a second. This was not part of the original cover story. You were supposed to be partners at work. Was that really necessary? Not only that, his arm confuses you. His touch tingles where it lays heavily on your shoulders. Is that one of the stupid ideas Danny had tried to warn you about? But it’d be only one day of hiking to that location where Oguz needs the men to monitor the transaction of the deal. One day pretending to be his girlfriend. That seems doable.

The leader smacks his lips and introduces himself as Mertan.

„Search them.“, he orders two of the men behind him. They step toward Steve and you. You tilt your head at the man approaching you with a rotten grin on his face.

„You touch her inappropriately and I’ll make you stop breathing in 30 seconds.“, Steve growls at him when he’s in reach for searching you, still not removing his arm from your shoulders. You shoot an angry glance at him and say to the man in front of you: „That meaning I haven’t already unalived you by then.“ The grin on the mans face dissappears and Steve takes his arm off you huffing a laugh.

It seems to have intimidated the man, Frank, enough to not search you thoroughly. He doesn’t notice to two knives you had hidden between your breasts and on the inside of your thigh. Frank and the other man go back to the vans once they’re finished searching you and Steve for weapons.

„I see you got your hiking stuff with you. Got enough supplies for the 3 day hike?“, Mertan asks and points behind you to your bags. Three days? You glance at Steve and your eyes meet. You thought the deal would be taking place tomorrow. Your entire plan had been set up to this information. The team would be tracking your location for 24 hours and then access. You‘d have to contact them and report that change of plans. Also, 3 days of pretending to be Steve’s girlfriend? That’s a different story… But it’s too late to back out now.

„We were told it was just a 1 day hike, so no.“, Steve admits.

„Good thing we’re in front of a supermarket. Get your stuff as fast as you can, then we’ll go.“, the leader goes back to the car.

„Let’s go.“, Steve says, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the store behind him. Inside he lets go of your hand and you pack enough to eat. At the cash register he turns toward you to shield you from the noisy eyes of the man that came into the store with you, so you can text Kono the change of plans. While typing the message he puts his arm around you in a seemingly intimate moment and you tumble toward him letting your forehead fall onto his chest. You hit send and pause. You look up at Steve and notice him observing you closely as you reach one hand into your cleavage to retrieve one of the blades you’ve hidden. When he realises what you’re handing to him, his curious gaze gives way to a grin. Steve pockets the knife and not much later he moves to pay the supplies.

When you return to the rest of the men outside and stow away your purchase, one of the men laughs. „You got enough tampons in case you get your period?“ The rest of the group smirks and you raise an eyebrow. You quickly glance at Steve and notice him laughing in delight, his arms crossed and looking at you. You turn to the man mocking you for being woman.

„You got enough first aid kits in case I break your nose?“, you ask and tilt your head with a smile as sweet as candy. The laughing guy freezes and swallows.

„She’ll kill you in a heartbeat, even when she’s on her period, believe me. Maybe even faster that time of the month.“, Steve backs you up with a hint of pride in his voice. You smile and he hands you your backpack.

A 40 minute drive later in a van packed with men who reek of testosterone and sweat the two vehicles park and you start the hike.

You hike for hours with only few breaks until Steve urges the group leader to set up camp. He’d been walking in front of you the whole time, looking back every 5 minutes, it seemed, to make sure you’re okay.

After camp is set up near a small river, people are drinking and happily chatting away around the campfire. Mertan is quietly staring at you and Steve. You had just told them about how you two had met and fallen in love. For making it up on the spot, it was a pretty believable story. The leader doesn’t seem to buy it, though.

„You don’t act like a couple. At all.“, he interrogates with a sharp tone.

Steve stiffly sits up a bit beside you. You take the beer out of his hand and make a cocky face.

„Well, what do you want to see? A kiss? Or do you want us to go inside our tent and get it on right now?“, you ask, nearly losing it at the pictures that arise in your head when thinking about Steve just touching you. To distract yourself you take a sip of Steve’s beer. The comment earns you laughter from the men around you. Your confident grin is instantly challenged, though, when you feel Steve‘s hand on your thigh. His touch sends an electric shock through your body, making it stiff, and suddenly you have the urge to swallow.

Mertan lets out a harsh laugh. „Just show me something in between.“

As if that was his cue, Steve grabs you by the waist and pulls you onto his lap. All of a sudden you’re sitting on his thighs, you hold back a gasp and look at him, clearly with a face of shock.

„What the-?“, you whisper so the group doesn’t hear you. But instead of answering, Steve grabs your chin with one hand, tilts your head to the side and starts kissing your neck. His grasp is tight, not allowing any protest. His kisses are tender but determined. You realize that you’re holding your breath as his hand starts to trail your curves up and down your side, and you force yourself to take in the oxygen.

„What are you doing?“, you try again whispering, but your voice doesn’t seem to follow your orders anymore and it sounds exilharated and out of breath.

„Sure would have been fun to shake the tent to make them believe we’re having sex.“ Steve’s raspy voice sounds darker than usual. „Not my style though.“ You hear a light chuckle from the crook of your neck. He uses his teeth to pull parts of your blouse over your shoulder, revealing your bare skin and the strap of your sports bra.

„I was just trying to negotiate ourselves out of that situation.“, you hiss quietly, careful not to blow your cover. „You got an idea, so you don’t have to kiss me?“

Steve freezes with his lips just above your skin. You kind of wish he hadn’t stopped kissing you.

„What do you mean, so I don’t have to kiss you?“ You feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.

„I- uh, if it’s avoidable- I mean…“, you stutter and he most definitely picked up on you not having a damn clue, ‘cause he makes your thoughts foggy with his touch, his breath and his voice. You clear your throat as quietly as possible. „Well, it’s just that we’ve only known each other for 2 days.“ You pause trying to get your thoughts to be coherent. „It may be tough pretending to make out and make it seem real.“, you finally get out your – granted, foul – excuse.

„Oh, baby, that’s ridiculous.“ You hear Steve’s deep voice low right next to your ear. „It will be easy and convincing. Because you’ll do exactly what I tell you to, won’t you? ‘Cause you’re a good girl, right? Now. Stop being so stiff. Unbutton my shirt.“

You feel your cheeks getting hot with his raspy voice so damn near you and feel his breath on your neck. Involuntarily you wet your lips, when pictures start to arise inside your head.

„Y/n.“ His voice became a tiny bit louder, demanding.

Sweat, lust, hot breath, his naked body on yours. You try to shake it off quickly, to be able to assess the situation objectively. But his hand finds its way into your hair, pulling it lightly. And that’s all it takes for you to give in to him. Every bit of feminism leaves your body at this man demanding you to do as you’re told.

Your hands roam his upper body, finding the collar of his button down, opening one, two, three of them and spreading your fingers onto the warm skin on his shoulders, then his neck. His throat releases a growl. You force him to look at you, even though his kisses and hot breath on your neck were already driving you wild. For a brief moment you believe you can see a fire in his eyes, you’ve never seen in a man before. There are only inches between Steve’s face and yours.

He didn’t need to say it. The corners of his mouth twitch right before he presses his lips onto yours. Hard. His kiss feels desparate, hungry, like he’d been starving for days and your mouth is the first edible thing he found. His tongue strokes your lower lip demanding access. Your lips part ever so slightly and the tip of his tongue playfully greets yours. He tastes like the beer he’d been drinking, smells like the woods around you and feels… like you’re safe. Like you’re not in a camp deep in the woods with 7 other people who would slit your throat open if they knew you were a federal agent.

Steve’s arms are tight around you, protecting you – which sounds stupid, because you’re more than capable of keeping yourself safe. But there’s a wave of clearity that this man would do anything in his power to not get you hurt. And you can’t do anything but lean into it.

„Good.“, he praises you, his words muffled into your open mouth. „Straddle me.“ His voice is just a whisper, but it’s demanding to follow his orders.

You realize that you’d pulled him even closer, so there’s not even an inch of space between you and Steve, and your hands are buried in his hair. You sit up a bit to swing your leg over his lap and straddle him. He hums contentedly and pulls you closer with his hands tight around your waist, when you hear the voice of the group leader again.

„Okay.“, he says with an acknowledging tone. „Alright, I believe you. No need to eat each other up right here, you can do that later, alone.“

You lean back a bit, so you can see Steve’s face. The Commander looks agitated. He’s smirking, his hair messy from your hands.

„You’re clearly heating my people up for something they can’t have right now, so that’s entirely unhelpful.“, Mertan adds mumbling.

„Well, as you can see, once we start, it’s hard for us to stop. That’s why we try keeping it professional most of the time.“, Steve’s voice sounds strong whilst his chest is still rising and falling heavily. Yours is too and there’s not a sign of slowing your breath down, when Steve lowers his voice again only for you to hear. „Convincing, right?“ It’s not a question, so you just try to regulate your breathing again and stand up from his lap. His shirt is still unbuttoned at the top and your eyes can’t seem to focus on something else. You decide to ignore it when him not touching you makes you feel like something’s missing all of a sudden. You swallow and hurry to your – and Steve’s – tent. The night air is cool on your face and you welcome it to take the heat from your cheeks.

What was that? It didn’t feel like just a convincing action for a cover story. You take a deep breath when you reach the tent. But then you hear heavy foot steps behind you on the soft soil – the same ones that had walked in front of you the whole day on the hike.

You turn around before you can zip open the tent. Steve looks at you restlessly. The three buttons at the top of his shirt are still open, so you can see the chest you had caressed just minutes before. You still feel his touch on your waist, his lips on yours.

„Y/n!“

„What, Steve?“, you say trying to sound annoyed. „I need to sleep.“

„With me, yeah.“, he mutters under his breath, but you heard him. You’re still trying to decide how to react – if you should slap him or rip his shirt off – when he sighs. „Listen, I don’t want things to be weird, but he wanted proof. It’s part of the cover story. Sorry, that I didn’t give you a heads up.“ He brushes over his hair with his hand in a movement that makes it seem like he’s nervous. But that can’t be true, can it? I mean, he just straight up made out with you in front of 8 strangers.

You realize that you in fact haven’t pulled your own shirt back up your shoulder where Steve had exposed it while you were sitting on his lap earlier. Suddenly very aware of your exposed skin, you cover yourself with the fabric.

„Sure. I’m going to bed now.“, you rush turning away from him to get into the tent. Once you’re inside you hear a sigh and his footsteps toward the campfire.

You had just finished getting ready for bed and are snuggling into your sleeping bag, shutting your eyes, when you hear the zipper of the tent. You’re pretty sure it’s gonna be Steve, but just to be safe, your hand slides to your thigh and grabs the knife. Carefully, you open one eye and feel relieved to see Steve’s back as he zips up the entrance again. You close your eyes again and take a deep breath.

„Y/n?“, you hear his whispering voice. You hum pretending you’re half asleep.

„You can’t sleep yet, I’m sorry.“ He really doesn’t sound apologetic. The rasp in his voice reminds you of his commands at the campfire.

„What?“, you mumble into your sleeping bag and turn around to find him sitting next to you. There’s barely enough light for you to see his face looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read. It’s always like that with Steve. You just can’t tell what he’s thinking.

„They’re expecting us to… have sex.“, he explains haltingly in a low voice like they could be hearing him. „Well, I told them you’re pretty tired, but they’re expecting to hear… something.“

„So we’re shaking the tent after all, huh?“ Are you imagining his smirk? You sit up in your sleeping bag.

„Start moaning, baby.“ His commanding voice is back. You press your lips together tightly and hum.

„Louder.“, he orders.

You hesitate. Steve growls and somehow that gets you going and you let out a moan.

„Good girl. Show me what it’d be like fucking you right here in this tent.“ You inhale sharply through your mouth. Bastard. He moves closer and keeps eye contact.

„Oh.“ It slips out of your gaping mouth before you know it.

„Mmh. Make that noise again, I liked that.“ No! That can’t be true. This just can’t be turning you on! But you follow Steve‘s commands.

„Oh!“ You notice your breathing growing faster.

„Just like that, baby. You like how I order you around, huh?“ You can almost feel his breath on your neck again. You close your eyes to focus, but it doesn’t have any effect. Somehow his voice is closer to your ear now and it’s the only thing you can perceive.

„Answer me, y/n.“, he demands. You rush to nod.

„Use your words, baby.“ Where did this calling you baby come from?

„Yes, I like that…“, you say, but it sounds out of breath. „… a lot.“ The last part you mumbled and now you don’t dare to open your eyes. You’re pretty damn sure he heard it. When he hums again you can hear a smirk on his face. It makes you moan, louder this time.

„I wonder what I could do to make you moan even louder.“ Okay, now it actually feels like he‘s breathing right onto your skin. The more he talks dirty to you, the more you feel your center getting hot. „Tell me.“

„You could…“, you begin to whisper.

„Speak up, baby.“

„You could…“, you start again with a firmer voice. „uhm, grab my hair.“ The air hisses through his teeth.

„Oh, yeah. What else do you want me to do to you?“ You swallow hard. Shit. There’s no denying. You’re getting wet.

„You could kiss…“, you hesitate.

„What, baby? What do you want me to kiss?“ Steve sounds breathless.

„… my nipples.“, you utter hastly. This is turning into some kind of phonesex, only you’re less than 3 ft apart. And it’s turning you on, damn.

„Fuck.“ You press your lips together. „Open your eyes, baby. I need you to look at me and say that again like I’m inside you.“ His voice is so close, it’s just a whisper.

Your eyes fly open with shock and curiousity. He sits much closer to you now and watches your every move. Your eyes are used to the darkness now, so you can see his heated face clearly.

„I… want you to kiss my nipples.“ A fine line between his eyebrows appears and he moans with no sign of holding back. You stare at his open lips while wetting yours.

„I want you to suck on my fingers. Will you do that for me?“, he grumbles and seems to be holding himself back from actually doing it. You lick your lip and nod.

„Anything for you.“ That seemed to do it for him too. Steve moans with a frown of pleasure.

„What else do you want me to do?“, you ask with a husky voice.

„Put your hands above your head.“, he demands and shifts in his seating position.

„What are you gonna do? Pin me down?“, you tease and smile up at him.

„Oh, yes, baby. So I can make sure you stay put, while I eat you out.“ You can’t help but stare at him with your mouth open.

„Moan like I'm fucking your wet little pussy with my mouth.“, he orders with a low, sexy voice. And you do, fully lost in the moment.

„Oh… God, Steve!“, you cry out and hum. „I need you. Now.“

„And I need you to place that perfect ass right on my dick.“ You're not imagining this. There is a fire in his eyes that seems to light up the tent.

„Oh yeah.“ The constant eye contact is killing you slowly.

„Fuck, you’re so tight.“, he swears and breathes fast.

„Oh god, you’re so big inside me.“, you whimper. One of your hands find its way to your mouth and you bite your finger when you let out the moan that’s been building in your throat. He watches your thumb getting stuck between your teeth. „Grab my ass.“

„Like that?“

„Tighter.“, you plead and wish you could reach into your panties. And the groan that leaves Steve’s throat only intensifies that urge.

„Fuck! Can I slap your ass?“ You’re surprised he asks and let your thumb slip from your mouth. But then you notice his hand reaching for your sleeping bag, removing the fabric that had covered your thighs. He looks at you in anticipation. Quickly you nod and bite your lower lip, when he smacks the bare skin of your thigh below your shorts, above the holster for your blade. It makes you moan desperately. His hand remains on your leg and he rubs away the sting.

„Time for the finale.“, he whispers and moves closer to your ear. „I need you to moan louder.“ And you do. „Yes, baby, come for me.“

„Oh, god.“

„He’s not the one you should cry out for right now.“

You gasp. „Steve!“

„That’s right, baby. Good girl.“ You moan at his praise. „Tell me what I need to do to make you come for me.“

„Bite my neck.“, you whisper without thinking. Within the blink of an eye Steve is on you, grabbing your face, tilting it to the side and brushing his lips over the bare skin of your neck. You let out a whimper.

„Come. Now.“, he growls and it sends an electricity through your whole body. As he bites your neck, you wish you could reach down and really release the tension that had built up between your thighs. But the closest thing you can do is let it out vocally. So that’s what you do. You let out a crying moan and Steve joins you in the ecstatic sound.

Both of you become silent, catching your breath.

„Convincing, right?“, you say quietly, teasing intended, and Steve chuckles. Slowly, he pulls back from you.

„I guess we can sleep now.“, he huffs out while stripping his shirt and laying in his own sleeping bag. His abs were only revealed for so long, but the potential pleasure is so close that it frustrates you.

It takes longer than ususal for you to fall asleep, even though Steve's regular breath and occasional grunt calm you down.

You wake up in the middle of the night – you need to pee. When you open your eyes, you realize that Steve had moved closer to your sleeping bag, leaving only inches between his hand and your head.

Slowly, trying not to wake him up, you get out of the tent. The cold, fresh air makes you shiver for a moment. Then you make your way toward the river to find a quiet place. You think you‘d heard something behind you so you begin to walk at a slower pace. You could have imagined it or it could have been wild animals, so you tell yourself to not stop in your tracks and prepare to fight. Maybe you shouldn’t move any further away from the camp. That’s when you hear it again, it sounds like footsteps that are not meant for you to hear. Now that you’re sure about it, you do prepare to fight and slowly grab your knife. Once you pass a tree, you quickly duck behind it and press your back against the bark. You cling to your weapon tightly, regulate your breathing and wait… And wait. You’re getting nervous just as you hear Steve’s voice.

„Hey, man. You spying on my girl?“, he calls out from somewhere closer to the camp. He can probably see the person who’s following you. From behind the tree you can hear a deep voice mumbling something intelligible. You can’t tell who it is – definitely not Mertan, not Farid or Frank either.

„Yeah. Get the fuck outta here.“, Steve grumbles. Then there are footsteps walking away from you and back to the camp.

Once the footsteps are died away, you find Steve 20 ft away from you, grinning when he spots you coming out from behind the tree.

„That was not necessary, you know that.“, you hiss between closed teeth – parts because you’re angry at him and parts because you’re starting to be cold. His smirk fades and his expression becomes serious.

„I don’t want to imagine what that son of a bitch would have done if I wasn’t here.“ His eyes look seriously tormented and his voice grows louder. „I don’t expect you to thank me, I know you’re capable of ensuring your own safety. Just… I’m… I wanted to make sure you’re okay.“ He sighs. You swallow and nod slowly.

„Can you stay near? I just need to pee real quick.“, you try to remain curt, but you can tell this man cares about you. So you don’t want to push him away. He nods and the tension seems to leave his body.

A few minutes later, you walk back to your tent with Steve and settle into your sleeping bag. You register Steve sliding even closer to you, but you don’t care.

“You’re shivering.” Steve’s voice sounds worried.

“Yup.”

“I don’t have to tell you how to warm up in a sleeping bag, do I?” Your answer is a huff. But after a second of thinking, you decide he’s right and take off your pants and sweatshirt. You close your eyes, but the shivering is not getting any better.

After a few minutes you hear a rustling from Steve’s sleeping bag, zipping, scooching closer. Before you drift off to sleep, you feel his warm body against your back heating you up until you’re no longer trembling.

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[delulu-hours]

Big idiot

Paring: Steve McGarrett x Latina!Reader

Summary: You always knew that Steve was a reckless idiot. One that you couldn't help but adore; however, sometimes you don't know what to do when he tries to hid things from you.

A/N: This take place in season 1 episode 24. There is some mild use of Spanish. It's not much but I hope you guys enjoy it. Much love

"You, my friend," Danny's voice could be heard as the front door opened. "Are an idiot. " A smile pulled at my lips as I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel.

"This again?" Steve groaned, and I bit back a small laugh. "Danno, how many times have we gone through with this? My methods are efficient."

"Efficient?" Danny exclaimed. "Please, they are crazy. "

"You boys arguing again?" I left the kitchen and saw them standing close to the door. They both looked at me as I smiled at them, amused. "What happened this time?" I titled my head to the side and placed my hands on my hips.

"Y/N," Danny pointed at Steve, "A rational person who will agree with me." Steve ignored Danny's comment as he smiled at me. A twinkle in his blue-green eyes as he took three sizable strides, closing the gap between us.

"Hey there, beautiful." His hands found their way around my waist, and he pulled me close.

"Hola, handsome." I could hear a groan from Danny as I placed a quick kiss on Steve's cheek. "Now, why is Danny calling you crazy this time?"

"He's exaggerating." Steve pulled me to his side as he turned to look at Danny. He tilted his head a bit as he gave him a look. I noticed the frown that settled on Danny's lips.

"Is he now?" I raised an eyebrow as I looked back at Steve. "Danny, why is this man an idiot?" I stepped forward and out of Steve's hold as I looked back at Danny. He looked at me with his light blue eyes before he glanced behind me at the man who reached out for me; his fingers lightly touched my arm. He quickly avoided my gaze as he looked down a bit.

"Angel," Steve called for my attention, and that was how I knew this wasn't good. Whatever his idea was, he didn't want me to know.

"Danny," I wasn't going to budge. Steve wasn't going to tell me. He would brush it off, and Danny was the only one who would tell me out of the two. "I'm not gonna ask again."

"He wants to break into the Governor's mansion." Danny's voice was quiet that I barely missed what he was saying. I stood there as I felt their gaze on me and tried to process my thoughts. Process what Danny just said. I bit the inside of my cheek as everything started to make sense.

Steve had been on the edge ever since he started to receive those envelopes. Envelopes that were filled with the evidence his father had left him. Evidence that linked to his father's death. I took a deep breath before I nodded slightly. "I-" I cleared my throat, trying to figure out what to say. Did I have the right to say anything? Steve and I had only been together for six months. "Danny, would you like some fruit?" I decided to change the topic. "I was in the process of cutting the fruit if you like some." I brushed past Steve as I went back to the kitchen. I picked up the knife and returned to cutting half the watermelon I had left. I could hear their soft voices before Danny awkwardly came into the kitchen. He picked at the fruit before he placed a kiss on the side of my head.

"I'm gonna head out," He glanced behind me, and I kept cutting the watermelon. "I gotta do something." He snatched another piece, and I shook my head.

"Here," I looked through the cabinets and pulled out a Tupperware. "Take some with you." He gave me a small smile as I filled it with the mixture of fruit I had cut. "Yo no lo necesito todo. (I don't need it all)" I had been in the craving mood for some, feeling as if the day would end well.

"Thank you," He pulled me into a hug. "You are the best." I gave him a small smile and handed him the container before going back to cutting the bit of watermelon I had left. I was a little too into my thoughts as Danny's words repeated.

"Hijo de puta, (Son of a bitch)" I hissed as I pulled a finger back in pain. The blood slowly started to form around the cut on my finger as I brought it to my mouth.

"Are you okay?" Steve rushed into the kitchen, and I nodded. He pulled my finger out as he looked at my wound before dragging me to the bathroom. "Sit tight. Let me get the first aid kit." He glanced at the wound again as I sat on the toilet seat. He opened the mirror and pulled out the small first aid kit on the lower shelf. I stayed quiet as he moved to sit on the side of the tub. He grabbed my hand and began to work on it. "This might sting a bit." He mumbled as he opened the saline solution cloth and gently wiped the wound. I winced a bit but allowed him to clean the wound. It was quiet between us as he rubbed in some Neosporin and wrapped a band-aid around it.

"Thank you," I said softly as I watched him gently rub the band-aid. He looked up at me and sighed.

"Talk to me." He hooked his finger under my chin and had me meet his gaze. His thumb touched my lower lip as he held eye contact with me. His eyes searched my face, almost begging me to talk to him. To say something. I took a deep breath before closing my eyes.

"I don't like the idea of you breaking into the Governor's," I said softly. "You're doing something dangerous, Steve." I opened my eyes as I began to think of all the possible outcomes of his doing this. None of it went well.

"I have to do this." He cupped my cheeks, and I leaned into his touch. "Something is not right here, and I must find out." I couldn't help but frown as I placed my hands over his.

"I understand that amor," I bit my lower lip. "I understand that you need answers, pero why did you try to hide it from me?"

"To protect you." He answered back as he placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I didn't want you to worry about me, and I didn't want you to be in danger." He moved and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Eres un idiota. (You're an idiot)" I pulled away from his touch. "You can't keep hiding things from me." I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "If this relationship is going to work, I need you to be honest with me. I understand that there are things you won't always be able to tell me, but I need to know what you can." I held his hands in mine as I looked down at them. "I can handle myself, but what will you do when I chase after you because you didn't tell me what you were doing?" The corner of his lips tugged downwards.

"I'm sorry." He held my hands tightly before he brought them up to his lips. He placed a kiss on the back of my knuckles. "You're right. No more secrets." He promised with another kiss on the back of my hand.

"You do what you have to do," I moved to cup his cheeks. "I will be here waiting for you to come back to me. That's all I ask for is that you return to me no matter where you go or what you do."

"I can do that." He flashed me a smile, which I returned with one of my own. " I will always do everything I can to return to you."

"Good." I moved forward and kissed him. His smile grew against my lips, and he pulled me into his lap. A laugh left his lips as I let out a slight surprised noise. "Steve!" I lightly smacked his shoulder before shaking my head at him. His beautiful ocean-blue eyes gleamed with contentment as the green specks seemed to glow a little more. He held me tightly by my waist as he looked up at me. I moved my arms around his shoulders and ran my fingers through his neck.

"You look beautiful today." His fingers moved up my shirt, touching the slightly exposed skin.

"Don't even think about it, buddy." I patted his shoulder as I pushed myself off his lap. "You're not gonna get that lucky today." He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side as if this was a challenge for him. I shook my head and moved away from his touch, which caused him to stand up. "Steve, I'm serious." I pointed a finger at him and took a step back. He gave me that smile as if he wouldn't take me seriously. "Please," I gave him a slight pout, "I prepared some food so we could enjoy it."

"Only because you asked so nicely." He raised his hand as if he was giving to my demands. I smiled as I held his hand out to him.

"I had a huge craving for something fruity," He took my hand as I pulled him with me to the kitchen. "And I think I might have gone too overboard on the shopping." I could hear the small laugh he let lose from his nose as he took in the fruit I had yet to cut.

"Little?" He raised an eyebrow. I smiled as I bit my lip and plopped a mango into my mouth. I shrugged and held a melon up to his lips. He didn't fight it as he opened his mouth and took the piece. He let out a slight hum as he nodded.

"Good, right?" He reached for another piece. He mumbled as he shoved the other piece in his mouth. "So worth it then." I took a strawberry and bit into it; a small moan left my lips as the sweetness of the strawberry filled my tastebuds. Steve pulled me into a kiss, and I didn't fight him as I moved my arms around his neck. I pushed myself up on my tippy toes and leaned into him. I hummed into the kiss as I felt his tongue touch mine as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back and smiled as I clung to him.

"Definitely worth it." He winked at me. I bit my lip and shook my head as I pushed him away.

"You're a big idiot." I plopped the rest of the strawberry in my mouth.

"Your big idiot." He took another fruit.

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[sweetandabitspycho]

Steve McGarrett x Reader

Summary: Saturday’s are supposed to be relaxing but not when a mission comes up.

Title: Not So Relaxing Saturday.

Warnings: probably just my bad writing.😂😂

Ps. Thank y'all for reading, sorry most of my stories are short and bad I'm trying to find my writing style so thanks for helping. Let me know what y'all think.🥰🤗😊

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“Why on this beautiful earth are you leaving me?” I questioned Steve sleepy as he moved off the bed. He chuckled lightly before answering. “Well, beautiful it's 3:30 PM and I'm hungry.”

“Mmm, okay. Make me something? I'll love you forever if you do.” I said blowing him a kiss. “You wouldn't know what to do if I wasn't here.” he laughed walking out the door. I might have started at his bad, but hey, who wouldn't?

I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t I was hungry now. I moved Eddie’s big head off of my stomach and got up. I walked down the hall that's when I heard Steve talking to someone.

“Hi, love,” I said to Steve as I kissed his cheek. I turned to see it was Danny, Steve’s partner. He looked at me as if I was a ghost. I couldn't blame him.

“You are Danny, right?” I asked grabbing my cut of morning juice, Steve fixed it for me.

“Yeah, yeah I am. Who are you?” he said confused.

“I'm Steve’s partner, Y/n,” I said shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he said smiling.

“So, the big bad no-lover Steve McGarrett has a lover!?” Danny practically screamed. Steve passed him an annoyed look.

“Yes. Now shut it.” He said kissing my head. “So, what are you doing here Danny?” I question as Steve handed me my favorite breakfast, Danny looked down. “I’m sorry to break up y’all’s Saturday, but we have a case.”

Steve let out an annoyed huff. “Sorry love.” He said kissing me. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He hugged me.

“I’ll be okay. Me and Eddie will watch some tv. Don’t worry.” I said kissing his cheek. He walked to his room to change.

“Sorry to mess your day up,” Danny said. I shook my head. “It’s okay, I knew what I was getting into. Just try not to let him do stupid stuff,” I said laughing.

Danny laughed and shook his head. “I’ll try,” Steve yelled for Danny to get his ass up and a quick I love you to me.

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YA'ABURNEE DRABBLE [HYBRID! BTS OT7 X HUMAN! READER]

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summary: sneak peek of hyrbid ot7 x human reader "ya'aburnee" imagine (coming soon). The boys are patiently yet eagerly waiting for you at home, knowing you had another action-packed day, and can't wait to smother you and make sure you safely return home. But come to find out that you are injured at the front door in the arms of your older colleague, and to make matters worse, how and why you were injured. (Y/N *reader* is a bit stubborn here lol)

genre: hybrid au | minor angst | fluff | slight humor

pairing: hybrid bts ot7 × human officer reader (mackenzie valley wolf! namjoon, giant cheetah! jin, snow leopard! yoongi, wolverine! hoseok, kodiak bear! taehyung, maned wolf! jimin, golden jackal! jungkook)

warnings: mentions of injury

word count: 3,988 (kind of got carried away)

masterpost | pt. 1

copyright © 2022 by kumiko. all rights reserved. my works or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without express written permission from me except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

"Chin, I'm really fine." You try to convince your platonic older brother when he finally stops in front of your apartment complex.

In disbelief, he scoffs. "Y/N, you went into an extraction mission alone, completely outnumbered, and as a result, you were nearly killed."

"Okay, technically I didn't go alone. I had Kono on standby, ready to call backup if anything went sideways." You argued.

He deadpans at you. "Yeah, exactly, stand by. While you went in to save Steve by yourself."

"What were you thinking?!"

You sigh, looking away. "Getting McGarrett back... They were going to torture him further if I haven't broken him out, and it was my fault anyways!"

"You could've called me or Danny- or better yet, all of us to help you! You shouldn't have gone by yourself Y/N, you could've died!"

"They could've killed McGarrett if I haven't got there! And they weren't going to kill me, I had it under control... kind of." You mumbled the last part.

Chin exhales deeply. "You're lucky Kono called us in time and not having been far from your location."

You hesitated, realizing he was correct. You were a bit foolish to go on your now not-so-secret rescue mission into enemy territory without the proper support and guns. But they had to realize that you were growing impatient and that every second and minute that passed without getting any closer to saving Steve meant losing him to you bit by bit, something you couldn't have. You knew they wanted him back as much as you did, but with your worst fears overwhelming you, you made the impulsive choice to get McGarrett, leaving yourself exposed.

"Look, I know you want to protect all of us and do everything you can to help us when we're in trouble, but you need to understand that you can't do it all on your own. Sometimes you simply have to accept that some things aren't meant to be done alone; you need people, a team, and a family, and that's what we're here for. Second, you can't blame yourself for something beyond your control. You can't shield everyone from danger as much as you want because it can and will happen, either way. It will be difficult, but you have to accept it." He explains tenderly, looking at you with gentle eyes.

You trail your eyes up at him. "I know... I'm sorry, Chin..."

"Thank you for being there for me when I needed it."

He softly smiles. "Of course, you know I love you, right?"

"I know, I love you too." You nod returning the smile.

"Ohana mau loa." [Hawaiian Translation: Family forever]

"Ohana mau loa." You whispered as Chin pulled your foreheads together.

You stay together for a few more seconds until Chin separates. "Well, I hope you're ready for when you enter your apartment."

"Why would I need to be prepared?" Your brow furrows.

"Oh, you don't know? You'll see what I mean." He says this with a sly smile as he gets out of the car and walks up to your side.

He swings open your door and puts his arm under your armpits, hoisting you out of the car. "I can walk up to my door, thank you very much."

"Oh really?" He raises his brows. "Okay, fine, try taking another step without me."

He lets you go, and you try to regain your balance while hobbling with your sprained left ankle and clutching your aching side. You take another stride, certain that you can walk on your own, only to stumble and nearly fall, but quickly recover stability by gripping Chin's car.

From behind you, you could feel his smug grin. And when you slowly turn to face him, you scowl at the mocking expression on his face.

"Say it." His obnoxious smirk never faltered.

You continue to glare at him. "I need your help to get to the door..."

His smile widens. "What's the magic word?"

"What are you, five?" You squint at him.

"Actually, thirty-four. Twelve years older than you, so show some respect and say it." He replies.

You snort. "Old man. But a brain of a child."

"Oh, so you want me to leave you here. Fine by me." He takes a step back to the driver's seat.

"No-! Wait!" You briefly grumble under your breath. "Can you please take me up to my door?"

"Now was that so hard?" He then approaches you, throwing your arm across his shoulders.

"Shut up."

Despite Chin's persistence to assist you to your apartment door, you did your best to lessen the weight and carry your own instead.

"You realize that the whole point of me helping you is to relieve you of the burden of doing all of the work yourself. Yet, you keep at it. He calls you out.

You drew your lips into a line. "I know... It's a habit, you know I'm not used to this."

"Yeah, but why don't you try to break that habit, like I said, you have people who care about you for a reason." He reminds you.

You nod. "I'll try."

Fortunately, your apartment building had elevators, so getting you to the third floor wasn't too problematic. Chin leads you two down the balcony, passing several of your neighbors' doors, to your front door.

You and Chin both notice the lights still on from the windows as you reach your apartment entrance. "Why are they still up? It's half past eleven."

Chin chuckles. "You're really asking that?"

You scrunch your brows. "Yes? Is that wrong?"

"Oh, dear Y/N, you have so much to learn, you're so oblivious." He laughs.

You grimace at his taunts. "What are you talking about? No, I'm not. And what are you doing?"

You interrupt Chin as he has his fist raised against the door. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to knock on the door."

"I have the key."

"You're not going to walk in by yourself, also it's better this way." He says.

"What do you mean 'better this way'? You don't have to bother them, Chin."

"Trust me, Y/N. They'd want to come to the front door for this." His mischievous smile returns.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't like this."

He ignores you and proceeds to noisily bang on your front door, making you cringe. "Did you have to knock that loud? They're hybrids, they have heightened hearing."

"You never know." He sings songs cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes.

And within just two minutes the door opens, revealing a particularly happy bear-hybrid.

"Hey, what time is it? It's pretty late, isn't Y/N supposed to be home now?" Jimin peeks into the living room where Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung sat on the long couch.

Jimin pouted as all three of the hybrids shrugged in response to their mate's question. He then enters the kitchen, where the three oldest were, Jin and Hoseok busy cleaning dishes, and Yoongi is seated at the island dining table, where all eight plates full of food were becoming colder by the minute, concentrating on his cell phone doing knows what.

"Does anyone realize how late it is now? Y/N isn't home yet." If you were there, you could have heard the pout in Jimin's words.

Upon hearing the maned wolf hybrid's voice, the three oldest turn their heads. "It is kind of late, it's already eleven-thirty."

"And the food is cold." Yoongi says, almost monotonously.

Jimin whines. "I miss her already. She should be home now, what if something happened to her? She did mention she had an important case today."

Hoseok's ears flatten; the wolverine hybrid was terrified of being hurt, or worse, having anyone close to him hurt. Being trapped in the fighting ring for so many years had its toll on him; he was never really a fighter in the first place, but rather a lover, as the saying goes.

"D-don't say that. I-I'm sure Y/N's okay. She was most likely caught up with paperwork at their office." He reassures Jimin, but if he were being truly honest, he mostly just meant to comfort himself more as the idea of it scares him.

"I'm sorry Hobi-hyung, you're probably right, I'm just overreacting." Jimin's face softens.

"Would you guys feel better if we called her?" Jin proposed, and Hoseok and Jimin nodded in agreement.

Jin shifts his gaze to Yoongi, who is still clutching his phone, almost as if he's talking to him telepathically to make the call. But before Yoongi could place his finger on your contact, a loud knock echoed throughout the apartment, alerting all seven hybrids.

Their ears twitch at the sudden sound, and all three of them hurry out of the kitchen to the living room, where Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung were still sitting, albeit with puzzled expressions.

"Is that Y/N at the door? Doesn't she usually have the keys?" Jungkook questions.

"Yeah, she does. Taehyung, could you open the door?" Namjoon responds, and Taehyung rises from the couch and walks up to the front door.

His nose twitches slightly as he picks up your faint scent, confirming that you're behind the door. He then grips the knob, with his boxy smile across his face, swinging the door open.

But the moment he sets his gaze on you, his smile fades almost instantly. It takes him a brief second, but he notices your bruised face and slouched posture against your male colleague. And, although he could detect your scent, he could also sense the overpowering scent of the man who was so so close to you. He tries to suppress the urge to growl in his throat, making a silent decision to scent you later on.

"Hey, Tae." You croaked, flashing a lopsided smile.

"Y/N..." He stutters at your appearance.

"May we come in?" Chin stares between you two.

Taehyung snaps out of his daze and walks aside. "Y-yes, of course."

Chin assists you in entering your apartment, as Taehyung watches you limping against the older man. A joyful voice greets you as soon as you come into view of the last six hybrids in the living room. "Y/N! I was beginning to worry that you—"

The cheerfulness vanished as soon as they laid eyes on you, causing him to frown along with the others; this doesn't go missed by you. "Hey, guys..."

"Y/N, what happened?" Jimin approaches you with worried eyes.

You beam him the smile that they all adore, unknowingly leaving a blooming feeling in all of their hearts. "Nothing wrong, Chimmy, I'm okay."

Chin rolls his eyes at your remark. "And by 'I'm okay,' she means a sprained ankle, fractured ribs, and a minor stab wound in the gut."

You whack Chin's shoulder as their eyes widen at the last words. "They didn't need to know that!"

You return your gaze to your seven roommates. "Ignore him, he's being dramatic."

"Sure I am." He suddenly releases you, causing you to stagger in your stance.

"Well, go on." He smiles, finally realizing what he's doing, which makes you scowl mentally.

You give them a nervous grin as they stare you down, waiting for you to move so they can see how serious your injuries are. You gulped and stood up straight without cupping your painful ribs, you took a tentative step, and as you put your weight down, your legs buckled and almost fell to the floor.

"Y/N!" Namjoon and Jungkook quickly sprang off the couch as they all exclaimed. Jin and Yoongi rushed forward as Jimin and Taehyung followed suit being the closest, extending their hands forward to catch you.

"You're not okay!" Jimin grips your right arm, while Taehyung does the same with the other.

"That's what I've been trying to say. And so did the doctor, you know, the medical professional whose life's work is to treat and diagnose all that is wrong with the human body." Chin snides obviously intended at you.

"Alright, I get it. But believe me when I say I'll be okay; all I need is a good night's sleep and I'll be back at work tomorrow."

"You're insane if you think you'll be able to go back to work like this." Jin scowls.

"But Jinnie..." You nearly whine.

"No, he's right Y/N. You're not going back to work tomorrow; instead, you're staying at home. Taking a week off, as instructed by the doctor." Chin cuts you off.

Your eyes widened. "A week?! But what about work?!"

He chuckles. "As for work, you'll be doing file reorganization. I'll drop over the materials tomorrow morning."

"You're going to make me do paperwork. Are you serious?" You stare at him in disbelief.

"Yes, I am. Steve's words, not mine. Which you will hear an earful from him, I should warn you." He responded.

You groan. "I know, I'm dreading it."

He puts up his hands in surrender. "You asked for it when you infiltrated enemy territory alone and severely outnumbered."

"WHAT?!" You winced at their reaction as they all shrieked out once again. "Chin, seriously, leave."

"Okay, okay I'm leaving. But you're staying at home, L/N, that's an order." Once Chin used your last name, the deal was sealed; there was no more room for debate.

You huff in defeat. "Yes, Lieutenant Kelly."

"Good." He next turns his attention to your seven housemates. "Make certain she doesn't do anything dumb and leaves the house."

Everyone curtly nods. "Don't worry, she's not going anywhere anytime soon."

"I'll take my leave then, see you tomorrow Y/N." As he leaves your apartment, you gave him a wave in return.

When the door closes, silence fills the air as you wait for the seven hybrids to speak. But, to your surprise, Jimin scoops you up and carries you bridal-style, making you squeal. "Jimin!"

"Taehyung prepare a bath for her. Make sure it's warm." Jimin orders the bear hybrid, who nods and walks ahead of the pair of you.

"Jimin, you don't need to carry me, put me down."

"No."

You pout. "Jiminnnn—"

"You heard Chin, Y/N- how could you say you're okay when you're seriously injured! You even have a stab wound!" He scolds you.

"Well- he said it's minor!"

"Doesn't make it any better." He scrutinizes you.

"Once you're finished with your bath, you have a lot of explaining to do, Missy." You heard Jin behind you two as Jimin enters your room.

You carefully exited your warm bath and drained the soap-filled water when you finished your bath. You notice the folded clean clothing on your sink counter and smile at how thoughtful the boys are about your well-being. You leave the bathroom and enter your room, where you are welcomed by Taehyung, who appeared to be waiting for you just outside your bathroom door.

"Taehy-" You squeak once again as Taehyung sweeps you up and carries you bridal-style, just as Jimin had done previously.

"You almost missed dinner." Taehyung says as he carries you out of your room and into the living room.

"If I'm supposed to have dinner, why are we heading to the living room?" You asked.

"So we can watch you and cuddle you." He responds, making you snort and smile.

"Oh, something amusing to you?" He arches his brow.

With a smirk still on your lips, you shook your head. "It's just the way you said, it was a little funny."

"I'm funny to you?"

"No, you're cute when you try to be mad at me." You stifle another chuckle.

He scoffs. "Glad you find it amusing." Well, you were right. Even if he tried, he could never be upset at you. After all, you were his mate, and even if you didn't even know it, his animal part and human counterpart won't allow any negative feelings about you to fester for long.

He eventually places you on the couch, between Jin and Yoongi, while the others gather on the floor, around the coffee and the seven plates of food.

"Now that you're here, you need to tell us what happened. But first, you need to eat; you almost missed dinner since you came home late." Jin demands, holding a plate and a fork.

You nod, and as you reach for a dish on the coffee table, your hand is swatted away, and you turn to look at the person who slapped your hand, Jin. "What?"

"I'm feeding you."

"Jinnie, I think I can feed myself. I'm injured but my arms and hands are still functional." You laugh.

"Your ribs are fractured, and you were stabbed. You should limit movement that can affect those areas." Jin said. "I know you hate feeling dependant, but please allow us to help you, Y/N."

Your eyes were drawn to his puppy-like eyes as he awaited your approval. You pause for a bit before sighing softly and nodding. "Okay, just for you guys."

He grins with his lips, displaying his adorable bread cheeks, which makes everyone else smile. He then picks up several pieces of your food and begins feeding them to you. "Now, explain Missy."

So you proceeded to tell how you received an anonymous message detailing Steve's location with the order to come alone. And, even though you knew it was most likely a trap, you weren't about to disregard what may be a lead to rescuing your boss. But you also weren't stupid, so you let Kono come along but remain hidden and strictly listened to your word. When you finally breached the location, you anticipated being surrounded, but you weren't prepared for the number of men that would face you.

Seriously, a dozen men for a lone girl? Do they really think you're that much of a threat? It was a precarious situation, but you had to admit that it stroked your ego a little to be regarded as so dangerous that you needed so many people against you. And from there, it was obvious how the story unfolded, which led to you being hurt to the point of unconsciousness and returning home late with the help of Chin.

When you finished telling the incident, the room became quiet for what seemed like hours as the seven of them processed the information until a raspy voice pierced the void. "Ya, are you crazy?"

You jerked your head, finding Yoongi staring at you, and you responded with a guilty smile. "Maybe?"

"Who are they anyway?" Asked Namjoon.

You sigh. "I don't know, that's what we've been trying to figure out the entire time but we got nothing. The only reasonable conclusion we have been able to come to so far is that they are the same people we dealt with in the Nakama and Sulgi case, which led us to Korea."

"But it wouldn't make sense for them to come all this way for that." You stated.

"What if they're the same ones that are looking for us?" Jungkook questions.

You shook your head. "No, I highly doubt that. If it were true, they would have come long ago. I don't think those people even know you've left the country."

You then notice the mix of doubtful and concerned expressions on their faces. "Hey- Hey, guys, it's okay. You guys are safe. They're not after you. It's me they want, I was the one who killed a lot of their men, anyway."

"They just want revenge."

"And that's exactly what we're worried about." Jin glanced at you with the same worried doe-eyes as Jimin had when you came in earlier.

"Oh, Jinnie, you don't have to be worried about me—" You attempt to reassure him.

"But that's the thing, we care about you, so much Y/N. We will be worried for you, I mean, just look at you!" Taehyung exasperates. "You can hardly walk, and it's obvious that you were nearly beaten to death!"

"But I wasn't! I'm not dead, I'm still here!" You yelled back, but the minute you realized you raised your voice at them, you felt regretful. You knew they only wanted you to be safe; being a cop and dealing with serious crimes on a regular basis isn't exactly the safest job. There will be occasions when you are confronted with the most gruesome scenes, pushed into life-threatening situations, or forced to make difficult decisions that will affect not only you but everyone else involved.

Despite Jin's protests, you rose from the couch and approached Taehyung. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

"I know you were all terrified when you saw me walk through the door. But I promise you that I'm not leaving anytime soon." You tenderly cup his face, staring at him with the most sparkling, purest eyes he's ever seen, making it impossible for him to break away.

You both locked gazes until he drew you into him, and wrapped his arms around you. "You better not. I don't- I mean, we don't know what we would do without you."

You chuckle in his chest. "Don't say that, you guys will still have each other."

"But it will never be the same without you." Hoseok says, making you to release Taehyung from the hug which causes him to whine.

"Y/N, c-can we see?" Jimin sweetly asks, catching your attention, and you nod in reply.

"Come back to the couch, first. I don't want you standing for too long." Jin orders, and you giggle at his attitude. "Yes, Jinnie."

You return to the couch, but before you can sit down, you're dragged by your elbow into the lap of a certain snow leopard hybrid. You yelp, as you land on Yoongi's lap, eliciting a low growl from Jin. "Ya! Be careful with her, she's hurt, for god sake."

"You smell." Yoongi says flatly, making blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment.

"But I just had a bath." You muttered as Yoongi's cheek rubbed against your head.

"He's not talking about that. It just- you were... How should I put this...?" Taehyung struggles to explain.

"You reek of that man from earlier." Yoongi states, monotonously once again.

"O-oh... Does it make you feel better if you scented me?" You queried bewildered.

"Yes, but seems like Yoongi is already doing it." Jin answers while glaring at the snow leopard, who ignores him. "Is it alright with you?"

"Of course, whatever makes you guys feel better." You confirm, then you suddenly hear purring from behind you.

"Okay, that's enough—sorry, Yoongi goes a little too far at times." Jin apologized, and you shook your head. "No need to apologize; it's perfectly fine with me. You don't have to stop if you don't want to Yoongs."

"I actually like it, and the purring is relaxing." And with that, you've inadvertently caused another major spark in their hearts. Unbeknownst to you, they've mentally decided to scent you as much as possible now that they've been given the green light.

"So, can we..." Jungkook spoke out, drawing your focus away from Yoongi's actions. "O-oh, yeah. Just don't freak out, okay?"

"Well, we can try, but we can't guarantee anything." Jimin replies.

You mumbled an 'okay,' then began lifting the hems of your shirt, revealing your horribly bruised abdomen with a small size gauze pasted your epigastric area. You can see their breath hitch as it comes into full view for them, and you can feel Yoongi's grip on you tighten slightly.

"Jesus, Y/N... This is- this is bad." Namjoon whispers. "Is that where your stab wound is?"

You nod, and their frowns deepen even further. "That's too close to your artery."

"Well, their aiming sucks." You made a joke, but their lack of smiles caused you to pout. "Too soon?"

Jin leans forward. "Can I see it?" Without saying anything, you start to peel away the medical tape, slowly exposing the blood-red slender wound, the one that was far too close to your heart. Upon seeing it, you hear several low growls.

Then Jungkook advances toward you and takes your hands. "We'll find out who did this, Y/N, and they'll be sorry." They hurt you, and they hurt you real bad. If it had been an inch higher, it could have pierced your heart, and then what?  You would have died.

And that thought infuriates them, enrages them even, but they try hard to conceal such emotions in front of you. Nobody ever hurts their mate and gets away with it. It hasn't been a long time, but you've become such an important person in their lives that they aren't going to let you go for a while.

"Thank you, Kook, unfortunately, we won't be catching them anytime soon, but I'll give you first dibs when we do." You give him a cheeky smile.

"From this night on, you will be resting. We'll take care of you for the next seven days." Namjoon asserts. "No ifs and buts, okay?"

You huff and cross your arms like a child, which they find endearing. "Okay."

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[ana-swritings]

Kinktober 2022 - Day 13

Day 13 of Kinktober

Kink: Angry Sex

Fandom: Hawaii 5-0

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x OFC (Lila)

Words: 744

T.W.: N/A

Summary: Jealousy doesn't agree with you

The ride home was unbearable. None of them said anything to the other. Just a couple of hours earlier they were laughing and drinking with the team and now they weren’t speaking. All because he thought she was flirting with Danny’s brother, Matt. She wasn’t, by the way. Matt was actually just telling her of all the mischief Danny used to get into as a kid, giving her ammunition to then give Steve, but Steve thought differently.

They got home and that’s when it began. Lila was already expecting it but she was really hoping that they would just go to sleep and talk about it tomorrow. No such luck, apparently.

- “Did you get his number before leaving, at least? I mean, I don’t think I got there in time for that not to happen, so…” – He was pissed. Anger dripped from every word. This was going to be a long night.

- “Oh, knock it off, Steve. He’s Danny’s brother. I was just being friendly. That’s it.”

- “Yeah, right. I saw the way he was looking at you. Checking you out. He definitely wanted more than to just be Danny’s brother to you.”

- “So what? That doesn’t mean he would get what he wanted. Or do you think I’m that type of person?”

- “I don’t know. Are you?” – That stung. Now she was the one beyond pissed.

- “You know what? Maybe I should have given him my number. That way you would be right in accusing me of flirting with him and so much more. I wonder if he’s good in bed? Maybe he’ll give me a good fucking.”

That was it. That was what sent him over the edge. He didn’t think about what he was doing; all he knew was that he was going to show her who was able to give her a good fucking.

He pushed her against the wall and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with anger, lust and jealousy. He was actually a bit surprised when she kissed him back. Picking her up by her legs, he carried her towards the couch, laying her there. He ripped her shirt open and pulled her jeans down, as well as her lacy panties. He could tell she was completely drenched. That just made him harder.

Taking his clothes off, he quickly got on top of her, aligning himself with her entrance. While kissing her, with a hard thrust, he was inside of her. “God, she feels so good.”, he thought, grabbing her breast and licking her nipple, making her moan his name.

- “Let me show you what a good fucking is.” – Lila wasn’t expecting that, at all. He started thrusting, faster and harder than ever before.

- “Fuck, Steve. Don’t stop.”

- “You like it like this? Yeah? Say my name, come on.”

- “Steve, fuck, Steve. Don’t stop.” – She didn’t know what else to say. He was fucking her like he had never fucked her before. She couldn’t think straight. Lila felt her orgasm climbing and soon she hit her peak. Screaming his name, she came, shaking violently under him.

- “Get on all fours.” – She did as she was told. He thrusted inside her again, hard. She could feel him touch her core. She loved it when he did that. A few hard and fast thrusts and they were both on the edge of coming.

- “God, Steve. Keep going. You’re gonna make me come again.”

- “Fuck, Lila. I’m almost there. Come for me, baby. Come on.”

- “Steve, I’m coming. Come inside me, please. I wanna feel you come inside me. God, I’m almost the…”

With that, they both came. He could feel her cramping around his cock, sucking all of his cum into her. How he loved that feeling. Looking down at her, he could tell she was spent.

- “You okay, babe?”

- “I’m good. Just tired.” – Lila answered, a tired smile on her lips.

Steve got up, went to the bathroom and brought a wet cloth. After cleaning both of them up, they just laid there, resting.

- “I’m sorry, Lila. But I really thought you were flirting and seeing the way he was looking at you, I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

- “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. But I gotta say, if this is the result of you being jealous, I’m gonna have to make you jealous more often.”

- “Not funny.” – He said, with a smile on his lips.

He could definitely repeat this, without the angry part. Definitely.

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[ilovewriting06]

@djs8891 @kati-1997 @lonelysoul50 I know all of you read my I Love Him Series and I’ve been thinking about writing another series set a few years in the future where Lilly is about eleven and the twins would be five and Y/N and Steve have another child (maybe two) and it’s just a series of small stories that show day to day life of the McGarretts.

I wanted to get some opinions and if you think it’s a good idea please give me some ideas for a title because I’m stumped on that part!

Also if you would like another part to one of my other Steve McGarrett x reader stories let me know. I’m wanting to get back into writing because I’m finally at a good place both mentally and emotionally to continue doing this, which is something I love.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Teenage Years

Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader

Summary: Steve doesn't want his baby girl to grow up just yet.

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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"Kalea!"

"Mom!"

Y/N looked up from her laptop to see her sixteen year old storming into the house with Eddie and Steve hot on her trail.

"You're dripping water on the floor Kalea-"

"Mom could you please talk to dad." Steve walked passed her heading straight to his wife to kiss the top of her head.

"I'm not following, what's the problem?"

"I got asked out on a date and he said that I can't go." Steve snorted and pulled up the seat next to Y/N who already had her eyes locked on him.

"Did you do your homework like I asked? Did you clean your room?" Kalea groaned, her face red with anger watching her father's stoic face; she knew that her dad had zero intentions on changing his mind.

"Did you?"

"No dad, I didn't."

"Exactly and keep this attitude up, you're looking at a lovely two weeks on house arrest." Y/N merely shrugged her shoulders at her daughter.

"You two are unbelievable, you both aren't like this when it comes to Kai!"

"Watch your tone." Y/N was beginning to get irritated with her snappy attitude. Kalea scoffed and murmured something beneath her breath and Steve immediately pulled up on it.

"Excuse me, what did you say young lady?"

"Nothing."

"It has to be something so say it, louder this time please so your mother and I could hear you."

"I said Kai could get away with murder and you two would let him since you already let him do his own thing." With that off her chest, Kalea stormed off up to her room and the resounding slam of her bedroom door filled the relatively quiet house.

"That just landed her four weeks of being grounded. She goes to school, soccer practice and straight home, that's it." Y/N turned to face her husband, placing her hand on his thigh and he immediately covered it with his.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to say this once and once only. She's sixteen Steve, she's bound to start going to parties with her friends and she's a beautiful girl, boys are surely lining up to take her out on dates." Steve rolled his eyes at her last statement; she was right, Kalea is at the age to start feeling out relationships and truth be told, he hated that fact.

"I hate you." Y/N chuckled locking lips with the grumpy man.

"You love me, now, go on up there and talk to your kid. Let her go out on the date and then you could ground her for her attitude and slamming the door." Rolling his eyes he did as directed by his wife.

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"How do I look?"

"Like a loser- ow!" Kai rubbed the back of his head where Steve tapped him for being rude.

"You look beautiful darling." Y/N fixed the strap on Kalea's dress before giving her a bone crushing hug.

"You look great kiddo."

"Thanks dad." Steve also wrapped his baby girl in his arms just as the doorbell rung. He watched as his wife moved to answer it and was semi pleased to see a decent looking young man with a bouquet of flowers standing in the doorway.

Y/N stepped over to her husband, watching on as their daughter accepted the flowers with a big smile on her face.

"Mom, dad, this is Josh. Josh these are my parents and that's my brother on the couch."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both Mr. and Mrs. McGarrett."

"Likewise Josh, you two have a good time tonight."

"By good time she meant enjoy the show at the beach not anything else and if you pull any funny business I will know and I will come after you. Are we clear?" Josh gulped in fear of the intimidating Commander who hadn't broken his eye contact with just yet.

"Crystal, sir."

"Good now get going, don't want you both to miss the show." The couple left and Kai headed up to his room with Eddie following him. Y/N securely wrapped her arms around his waist and Steve's hands found their place on hers.

"I still don't like this, my baby girl is not a baby anymore."

"She's always going to be the freckled face little girl that loved ponytails and glitter that we know and love no matter how old she gets Steve."

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Hawaii five-0 Taglist:

@sketch-and-write-lover

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

A little McGarrett imagine bc that one scene in ep 8.6 makes me giggle every time…

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“So, uh,” Steve starts, reaching around you to snag a grape off of the bunch you’re running under the water, “I had a visitor at work today. Well, a shadow, really.”

You pop a grape into your mouth and busy yourself with chewing, managing to get out a, “Mm?”

“Yeah,” Steve affirms your understated question, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin against your shoulder. His hulking form dwarfs yours and you instantly melt into his chest. “A stress management consultant,” he clarifies further. “Evidently our friends think I’m gonna stress myself to death.”

You level him with a glare before returning your attention to the fruit, shuffling your connected bodies to the cabinets and pulling down a bowl before tossing them in. “Not funny, Steven. They’re right to be worried.”

“I knew you were in on it,” he murmurs into your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your rapidly heating skin.

With a hum, you respond, “I plead the fifth, Commander.” You hold a grape up over your shoulder and feel Steve’s lips draw it from your grip.

“She actually gave me some great info,” he admits after chewing and swallowing your offer. His hands shift to your hips and slip between the fabric of your T-shirt and shorts, his fingers kneading random patterns into your skin.

Distracted by his touch, you let your head fall back against his shoulder and entertain, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replies, his husky voice right by your ear sending an excited thrill down your spine, his lips still firmly attached to your neck. “Did you know that sex is a great stress relief?”

“Steve,” you growl playfully, turning in his arms and pushing on his chest. “I told you I’ve got work to finish tonight! I just came in here ‘cause I was hungry.”

“Oh, me too, baby,” he counters suggestively, one eyebrow raised as he fixes you with a predatory grin.

With one finger pointed in an utterly non-threatening fashion, you retreat towards the stairs and warn, “Don’t you dare, McGarrett.”

“Woah,” Steve feints holding his heart, a look of pain contorting his annoyingly handsome features. “I can feel it getting to me.”

“Babe!”

“So stressed,” he fake coughs, taking lumbering steps toward you with a gleam in his eyes. “Can’t- hold on- much-” He catches up to you with one more long stride, tossing you over his shoulder as you squeal in protest.

“You’re a menace, Steven Jack McGarrett,” you howl, giving his backside a firm smack as he runs up the stairs with his precious cargo.

“You’re doing a public service,” your smartass declares, returning the favor with the palm of one of his much larger hands. “This is for the good of Hawaii!”

#this is so dumb #this is what i do with my time #at this point I’m just writing these for myself #for my five minutes of dream planning before I sleep tbh #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x you #steve mcgarrett fanfiction #steve mcgarrett fluff #Steve McGarrett x gn reader #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine #hawaii five o imagine

[hawaii5-0gurl]

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 

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[hawaiifiveoh]

sightline | steve mcgarrett

masterlist

Saying no to helping 5-0 was to avoid trouble-- it didn’t work. But in this case, a certain Lt. Commander’s stubbornness helps you out.

steve mcgarrett x reader (eventually)

Author’s note: Figuring out this series idea, but hey here’s part one!

2k words | ♫ Playlist: head cold - spacey jane, cracks in the pavement - mini trees

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They didn’t say who they were but their demeanor and appearance screamed Feds. There was no clock, but you knew it had been hours. You wanted to get out of this stuffy room with no windows, the resultant pain from when these two goons kidnapped you not yet forming an ache. They wouldn’t give up, the accusations based on lies barreling out of their mouths, ricocheting all over the room. Fighting them, it was miserable and tiring. Whatever the threats, you still weren’t going to help. Especially now. The one with the squash shaped head really didn’t like it when you told them off, you figured he was the worse of the two, a power hungry, perceived air of superiority type, and you were right. You taunted the line, because what else could you do when they refused to listen. You were stuck. No one knew you were here. And, they weren’t going to let you go, you had no facts for a plan beyond that.

Suddenly, there were three loud bangs on the door, which could be classified as aggressive knocks from a person who ignored the gord’s harsh bellow that they were “busy in here”. The other guy made the mistake of going to investigate. There were a few more noises that sounded like large masses hitting walls outside the room, then silence. The door gently swung open like before except instead of the agent returning, there was a gun pointed at the man who was standing across from where you sat.

Your fear stopped rising in your throat when you recognized who was behind the trigger, the McGarrett guy from 5-0. Not that your first meeting with him and his partner went well, you had blown them off after refusing to answer their questions or help. Your overall dehydration wasn’t helping the general confusion in your mind at what was unfolding. The agent with the voice like cigarette smoke became more irritating, fuming at the person who had now ruined his interrogation,

“Christ, what’s your problem?! Drop your weapon and you just might make it out of here alive!”

Steve scoffed, voice deadly calm, “Release her, and you just might.”

“Oh, McGarrett,” the agent said so sadly with a tsk, extremely naive to think he had an effect on the man beside him, “You were already told we took over the case. Now you’re pulling this, right now? I don’t know how–”

“Did you hear what I said? Remove the handcuffs.” Steve interrupted, an indignation building between every syllable. You saw the commander take another quick all encompassing glance at you, gaining details of the current situation and worn out look etched into your face. He readjusted his grip, arm steady and far enough out of reach that he could still get a shot at the other guy though his sightline had shifted back to you again, “You okay?”

The guy didn’t budge, his internal power struggle faltering with Steve’s inconvenience but not giving in, “She’s fine, she’s in our custody and you–”

But the agent didn’t get to finish his empty threat in words or the reach of his gun, because Steve already knew and was just waiting for an excuse to considerately shoot the guy in the shoulder. The unexpected gunshot rang out and through your skull. Even Mr. Fed didn’t expect Steve’s reaction, so he stumbled enough in surprise, embarrassment, and actual pain long enough for McGarrett to get a hold of him, pushing him to the wall, “Now, we can try another at an even closer range or you can let her go.”

The jerk didn’t back down, blubbering about jurisdictions and 5-0 being done for. Though McGarrett was tempted, he heard Danny’s voice of reason echo in his mind, and instead of shooting the guy again, he merely incapacitated him with a nice sleeper maneuver.

Steve’s hand on your shoulder and adamancy close by was momentum to guide you forward, unwalked legs weakened and overwhelmed with the situation. You waltzed through the frozen federal office as if you two became Moses parting the red sea or a witch the town feared would put a hex on them. All the bland suits and shirts moved out of the way and didn’t dare look at the commander or you, not wanting to know the context to what interrupted their late afternoon. They actively ignored the low groans of pain and irritation floating out the office hallway where you emerged from. McGarrett’s silence and rigid profile was a clear warning that he’d likely rip out anyone’s eyes if they made the wrong move. The only thing he said was,

“Your colleagues require some medical attention.”

By the time you reached Steve’s blue truck outside, his adrenaline was still coursing through every muscle with no place for it to go, except to surrounding physical objects. He had stomped around to the passenger side and yanked open the door– his stare an order. You stood there, fighting it, him guessing you would.

“Where are we going? What happened back there–”

“Get in. I don’t wanna spend another second near this building.”

You sighed, as he waited, hitching up one side of stupid cargo pants that sagged because of the holster. He leaned against the open door, like some Rambo chauffeur. The sun was radiating on the concrete and asphalt, the bright light and smells of outside assaulting your previously quarantined self. Your throat was dry and stomach empty. You didn’t want to stand out here as you wiped the sweat away from your brow. You had no other option right now, or way to get home.

The truck door soon slammed shut, fenced in now, as you worked over the whole situation in your mind, like modeling clay. McGarrett’s energy was extreme enough that it preceded him in three dimensional space, an invisible shock wave. The beastly Silverado’s engine became alive and he started driving. You turned to look over at him, and even though he had this casual one arm stance on the steering wheel, the adrenaline wasn’t evened out fully. Your head was hurting, you brushed your matted hair away from your face, and felt the blood forming pools in the cuts again. As if Steve already knew, he was pulling over onto Ala Moana Park Drive. He was always a step ahead it seemed, and you still had no idea how he found you or why he did everything he just did.

“That bleeding needs to be stopped. There’s wipes and butterfly bandages in the glove box.”

You lifted the lever to open the compartment in front of your knees, and it surprised you at how much stuff Steve had actually managed to fit into this small space. You dug around… discovering snack bars, flashlights, ammunition, mumbling out loud about the inventory and how none of it were band-aids in this mess.

“A grenade?” You asked out loud, “Really?”

“Already came in handy once.”

You knew he wasn’t joking even though you rolled your eyes. Steve McGarrett was his own breed, and he truly got away with a lot. You were understanding why, because if this had been someone else you would’ve been running from the car right now. But when you thought of those stories of how animals randomly protected humans in the wild from danger, or accepted them as a part of their own, it made better sense.

Steve’s impatience won over, as he leaned over the center console and took over searching for what you hadn’t found yet in the apparent portal of survival and military surplus items.

“Here,” he gestured obviously, holding them up for you to see before dropping them into your hands in your lap.

“How did you know where I was?”

“Your boss said you weren’t working today. After you weren’t home, and I saw the mess inside–”

“You broke into– ah–” you paused, the sting as you cleaned your face suspending your thought, “My house?” 

“I didn’t break in, technically. It was a welfare check. We caught some federal plates loitering on some video footage near your rental. So, I sort of went off of a hunch.”

Steve smiled at the fact he proved to himself he was right, before changing the subject, “You have to pull the edge taunt for the bandage to work properly.”

“Working on it, Commander, ” you remarked, then it didn’t work right for a second time, the thing half falling off pathetically as you let out a growl of an exhale. Suddenly you were embarrassed at failing, his presence instantly placing a big weight on your shoulders in this smaller space.

“Let me help you.”

And, before you could argue against it, McGarrett was out, dashing around the front of the truck, opening your door. He stood outside the truck, tending to you, like he was reliving some severely watered down triage moment of his past. His stare was intense, he was too intense. It was like a catch-22, the full attention and concern was so fresh and different, but you worried what he’d uncover and keep in his mind about you. The instructions he gave as you assisted were surprisingly gentle from his lips, as were his fingers as they pressed the gauze and final bandages’ adhesive against your cheekbone and forehead.

“There,” you heard the deep tonality of the word close like a heartbeat, but everything was so far away, an island way off in the distance. You were stuck in a sea of your thoughts, you blinked, sheepishly cutting short your deluded analysis of how many colours were in his eyes.

“Thanks, and thanks for before. I didn’t know how I was going to get out of there.”

He nodded his head sincerely at the receipt of your words, “I’m sure you would’ve thought of something.”

“Yeah, well, all I had was what I already tried at my place, and look what I got,” you pointed at your face, as you puffed out a weak chuckle. Steve didn’t laugh, he only clenched his teeth for a second, trying to forget by the time he got back into the driver’s seat.

McGarrett sighed loudly, putting on his seat belt. He glanced at you again. You turned to him, correctly reading the pause and fretted hesitancy barely in his face.

“I’m okay,” you nodded genuinely.

Then he did too, and started up the truck again.

“You hungry? I know a place.”

“Yeah, but will your offer still stand when I say I still won’t help with your case, despite your valiant yet appreciated efforts today.”

Steve made a face at you, overtly and purposefully offended, like this stone age man could truly be offended, “You think all of this, is just me buttering you up for case help, to get my way? Come on, I just can’t be a good guy?”

“Well, why were you trying to get a hold of me this morning?”

McGarrett cleared his throat, gripping the wheel tighter as he tilted his head, “It was for the case but,” he faced you and held up his index finger, to continue his rebuttal, “It’s not like I expect anything after what happened, alright? They had no reason to do what they did. The evidence said you were trouble and it’s my job to follow up on that.”

“Oh, not just because you're a good guy?”

“Well, that too,” he said, unable to hold back a smirk, one much too goofy for a guy with grenades in his vehicle, “At least let me get you an, obligation-free, shave ice before I drop you off. I know those jackasses didn’t give you anything to drink either. What do you say, huh?”

Steve grinned to himself when you agreed. You just knew it was because he thought he was that much closer to getting his way. Even rationalizing that self-interested motive about him, though, didn’t help. You couldn’t stop sneaking glances to check if that smile was still hanging onto his lips as he drove.

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[super-marvel-dc]

Steve: Is that your hand on my ass?

Y/N: It was an accident.

Steve: Your hand is still on my ass.

Y/N: It is still an accident.

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[camillyb]

‘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!

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[writingsofspn]

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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