#hawaii five-0 x reader

[firehouseonechicago]

Okay. I think this has been a long time coming.

I’ve been so stuck on ideas and I have that many drafts that I have decided to just delete them all and start over.

Please bare with me, I know I’ve been inactive for ages but I think this is what I need in order to be able to start writing again.

[blac-ivy]

Getting into characters from fandoms that are dormant and not finding any works for the characters you're looking for is the worst thing that could happen.

WHERE ARE THE CHIN HO KELLY WORKSSSSSSSS.

Send help please I can't breathe.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

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?“

__________

[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 💅🏽✨]

[imawkwardlysoc]

"2 hands"

song- 2 hands by tate mcrae

pairing- steve mcgarrett x reader

warnings- allusions to sex

wordcount- 2314

summary- who's the mysterious driver in Y/N L/N's new music video?

Landing back in Honolulu, Steve headed back to his house to freshen up before heading to the Five-0 headquarters. Meanwhile at the headquarters, everyone on the team found some interesting news.

“There’s no way that’s him,” Steve heard Tani say as he walked into the office.

“Come on, the way the driver drives in this video,” Danny laughed. “It is Steve.”

“Who’s me?” Steve walked up to the group.

“They’re questioning if the driver in this video is you,” Lou said as he handed Steve the box of malasadas from Leonard’s.

Junior rewound Y/N L/N’s most recent music video “2 hands” which she released a few days ago. With Steve watching the video, everyone else was watching for any signs of him reacting to their hypothesis.

“That’s not me,” Steve answered as the video finished. “Impressive he could drive like that through the streets of San Francisco though.”

“Okay explain this then,” Tani froze on the frame where ‘Steve’ and Y/N torsos were in the frame.

‘Steve’s’ arms flexed as his hands went up and down her waist as Y/N’s back was against the kitchen counter. The two were having an intimate moment together to sell the story.

“We’ve all seen your arms many times,” Tani explained while everyone else nodded. “His arm in the frame is the same as yours.”

Shaking his head at the theories his co-workers and friends were making, he was saved by the bell with my phone ringing saying they had a case.

After a long day finding suspects and witnesses, Steve pulled up to the house and walked in to see Eddie greeting him. Well more like attacking him with kisses as Eddie jumped on him in excitement. Kicking off his shoes, Steve walked over and collapsed on the couch with Eddie.

“You’re back,” Steve looked over to see Y/N leaning against one of the walls.

“Hey,” Steve smiled softly at her and opened his arms.

Chuckling, Y/N walked over to her boyfriend and cuddled him. They pulled up an episode of Parks and Recs in the background as they talked about their days. Steve brought up the topic of everyone at Five-0 thinking Steve was in her music video.

“I mean, they’re not wrong,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders and rubbed his arm. “Look, I get your job and how you’re a private person. It would be nice though if your friends know about us.”

Before Steve could open his mouth, the couple watched as Eddie got up from their laps and headed over to the door as they saw it open.

“Steve! I have proved-” Danny stopped in his step as he saw his partner and Y/N cuddling on the couch. “I think my point has been proven.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked.

“To prove my point about you,” Danny pointed at Steve. “Being in her video but this is so much better.”

“Hi, you must be Danny,” Y/N walked up to Danny with her hand out. “It’s finally nice to place a face to the name. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Danny shook her hand. “Do you know how much of a lunatic your boyfriend is?”

“Oh after dating him for five months, I know,” Y/N chuckled. “He was pretty good drifting through the streets of San Fran though.”

“I knew it,” Danny snapped his fingers. “Oh I can’t wait to tell everyone tomorrow.”

“Well don’t yet,” Steve stopped him. “Nobody knows we’re dating. You’re the first person who found out other than her manager and my sister. Chin and Abby might have an inkling.”

“Look, if you’re mad, blame me,” Y/N stepped in which caused Steve and Danny to look at her weirdly. “I was the one who wanted to keep this a secret.”

“Woah, I’m not mad at you,” Danny chuckled. “I’m just surprised Steve managed to date someone that’s not military. Look, it’s getting late but if you’re comfortable, stop by the headquarters. Everyone would love to meet you.”

“I have time before soundcheck. I’ll stop by and I’ll add you guys to the guest list,” Y/N replied.

“Alright, I’ll see you two tomorrow,” Danny said goodbye to them.

Reciprocating back, Steve closed the door while Y/N went upstairs to get ready for the night. Taking Eddie out to use the bathroom one last time, Steve brought Eddie back into the house and they headed up to Steve’s room.

“Hi my love,” Y/N gave Eddie a bunch of scratches and kisses.

“So, you’re meeting everyone at Five-0,” Steve said as he got into bed. “Excited?”

“Danny’s pretty nice so I’m pretty excited,” Y/N snuggled up to him.

Turning off the lights in the room, Y/N and Steve drifted off to sleep.

“Babe, everything is going to be fine,” Steve calmed Y/N down by wrapping her in a hug as they waited for the malasadas they ordered. “They’re gonna like you. I mean Danny already likes you.”

“He likes me because he found out you were in my music video,” Y/N looked at him.

“Look, just be yourself and everyone will like you,” Steve reassured her as soon as they heard their order number. “Come on, let’s get these malasadas and head to the office.”

Nodding her head, Y/N headed back to the truck while Steve picked up the treats. As soon as Steve got back to the truck, they made their way over to Five-0 where everyone was waiting for Steve. Steve did get some looks wondering why he was holding hands with someone who looked like Grammy Award-nominated Y/N L/N.

As they walked into the office, everyone was standing around the table chatting with each other. Y/N let Eddie off of his leash so he could greet everyone. Noticing Eddie greeting them meant that Steve was in. Everyone turned their heads and their eyes- minus Danny’s- widened as they saw who was standing next to Steve.

“Um, why is Y/N L/N here?” Tani asked, trying not to fangirl.

“Everyone, meet Y/N, my girlfriend,” Steve introduced Y/N to everyone.

“Hi,” Y/N waved to everyone. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Lou walked up to them. “Lou Grover.”

After everyone introduced themselves, everyone wondered how Steve and Y/N. It all started when Mary texted her brother a number of a girl she thought he would like. Steve agreed to text her so Mary could get off of his back and text soon turned into late-night phone calls then soon turned to additional weekly Skype calls. After two months of talking to each other, Steve and Y/N decided to meet in Colorado since she was recording her latest studio album there. After spending the week together, they both knew they wanted to be together. Once Steve headed back to Hawaii, the calls and texts continued until Steve and Y/N met again in San Fransico. They wanted to keep their relationship a secret before revealing it to their friends and family.

“Well, we now know the cause of him constantly smiling at his phone,” Tani chuckled.

“Well I’m glad to be of service,” Y/N chuckled and looked at the time on her phone. “I need to go to the venue right now. Soundcheck is in forty minutes and my manager is wondering where I’m at. It’s nice to finally meet you all.”

“The same to you,” Lou and everyone else smiled.

After giving Eddie a bunch of scratches and kisses, Y/N got up from the floor and wrapped her arms around Steve.

“And I’ll see you later tonight,” Y/N leaned in and kissed his lips. “I reserved tickets for you and everyone.”

Saying goodbye to everyone again, Y/N left the palace and headed to the venue.

After running around the island to arrest their perp, everyone in Five 0 returned to their places to freshen up for the concert. Picking Danny and Grace up at Danny’s place, Steve drove them to the venue to see everyone from Five 0 waiting. Heading up to the ticket booth, Steve grabbed the tickets that were reserved for them and headed to the backstage entrance. Being led to one of the rooms in the venue, everyone waited for Y/N to come.

“Hi,” Y/N greeted everyone. “You must be Will and Grace. Your dads talked about you a lot when I met them earlier.”

“Nothing too embarrassing right?” Grace chuckled.

“Nothing too embarrassing,” Y/N reassured the detective’s daughter.

“I have a question,” Danny grabbed Y/N’s attention. “How did you get this neanderthal in your music video?”

“Let’s just say he’s easy to convince,” Y/N winked at Steve. “Just with the right method.”

At that moment, Steve choked on his drink and excused himself as he started coughing. As he left, everyone laughed at the reaction Steve had.

“I’m just joking,” Y/N laughed. “Our trips to San Fransico lined up perfectly and so I just asked him.”

Returning to the room, Steve greeted Y/N with a kiss on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist. Y/N got to know everyone at Five-0 more until she had to leave to prepare. Saying goodbye to everyone again, Y/N rushed over to the green room since she only had fifteen minutes to get ready.

Meanwhile, everyone was led to the VIP area where drinks and food were provided. As soon as the lights dimmed, cheers roared throughout the venue indicating Y/N was coming on stage soon. The backing track to Think Later played through the speakers as Y/N came onto the stage with her backup dancers. Immediately everyone was in awe as they watched her perform on stage, especially Steve. It was the first time he saw his girlfriend perform and she is amazing.

Looking over at his partner, Danny had a smile on his face seeing Steve’s reaction to Y/N’s performance. He quickly snapped a few pictures of Steve’s face before returning to record clips of the concert for and of Grace.

As she performed, Y/N glanced at the VIP area near the stage to see her boyfriend and friends dancing to her music. After finishing the last song, she quickly headed off stage to do a quick change for the next act.

“Good evening Honolulu,” Y/N walked on stage in a short glittery two-piece dress. “How are we doing so far?”

Everyone in the audience cheered in response.

“That’s good,” she smiled and looked at the crowd, making eye contact with Steve. “There’s so many attractive people here tonight and I think I just found the love of my life here tonight. Girls, come here.”

Two of her backup dancers joined her on stage and looked where Y/N was looking. 

“I know, he’s so attractive,” Y/N giggled as the screens in the venue showed Steve’s face as the flashing red and blue police lights and sirens played.

Everyone in Five-0 cheered and laughed for Steve as he blushed.

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked.

“Steve,” Steve answered.

“Steve? That’s so funny because my psychic told me an attractive man named Steve would come into my life,” Y/N blushed. “What do you do for a living?”

“That’s classified,” Steve winked making Y/N blush harder.

“Well then, you’re under arrest for being too attractive,” Y/N dangled the pink fuzzy handcuffs. “I think you’ll tell me what you do now.”

Everyone especially Danny was enjoying how flustered Steve looked during the bit. Everyone laughed harder as the handcuffs were handed to Steve as Y/N Juno. After calming down from the bit, everyone watched Y/N perform.

“We have reached the end of the concert and it is the last day of the tour,” Y/N frowned. “I just want to thank you all for coming here and I’ll see you all next time. This is 2 hands.”

Just like every performance of 2 hands, Y/N put all of her remaining energy into performing. Since Steve was in the audience and they filmed the music video together, the energy was multiplied. Y/N also walked towards Steve as she sang the pre-chorus. Giving him a wink, Y/N headed back to the center of the stage to do the dance break. The song soon ended and Y/N and her dancers got together and bowed thanking everyone for coming. Getting off stage, Y/N, her dancers, and band all got together in a group hug.

“You were amazing,” Steve complimented Y/N as she leaped into Steve’s arms.

“We would like to thank you for embarrassing Steven over here,” Danny grinned as he patted Steve’s shoulders.

“We’ve never seen him this flustered,” Junior and Tani laughed.

“You are so welcome,” Y/N bowed.

“You know we just witnessed their relationship being hard launched right?” Grace pointed out.

“Oh god,” Y/N groaned. “Management is gonna be on my ass.”

“And we are going to worry about that tomorrow,” Steve kissed her temple. “Now, let’s go home.”

“And we can test out those handcuffs,” Steve whispered in her ear.

Nodding her head and blushing, she thanked everyone for coming before heading back to her green room to get her bags. Everyone at Five-0 left leaving Steve behind waiting for Y/N to come back. After waiting for fifteen minutes, Y/N soon came back and they headed back home where Eddie was waiting for them. After bringing Eddie back into the house once he finished using the bathroom, Y/N smirked and dangled the handcuffs in front of Steve. Smirking, Steve quickly took off his shirt, picked up Y/N, and carried her to their room.

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“What’s with the suit?” Danny asked.

“I was getting back from dinner when you called.”

“So who’d you take out?”

“What do we have on the vic so far?”

“Our vic is named………”

“The other night, who’d you take out?”

“That’s your important question.”

“Yep, so what pretty lady you take out this time?”

“One I didn’t take anyone out. I was taken out. Two, it wasn’t a lady.”

“Steve McGarrett, the chick magnet, doesn’t just like women, but also men. So liking guys a new thing or something?”

“Wow, I feel so supported, Danny. Thank you.”

“I didn’t mean it any bad way.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Your shit at being supportive. But to answer your question I’ve always liked guys just haven’t been one in a while that I’ve wanted to have anything more than a random hookup. But I got a good feeling about him and life has been better since I started going out with him a couple of months ago.”

“Before I die, I want to say I’m sorry I was a bit of an ass yesterday about the guy think.”

“Apologized accepted, but this isn’t the time. You're not going to die, med is a couple minutes out. You just got to hold on a little more, bud.”

“Hey love, I brought you a change of clothes and some food. Hows he doing.”

“Doctors said he should wake today or tomorrow.”

“Oh, you're awake. How are you feeling?”

“I feel like I’ve been shot for the hundredth time. Anyway, who are you?”

“Y/n. Steves boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

“Probably not what you expected, right?”

“I don’t know what I expected, but it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Steve should be back soon sent him to go get lunch. He’s been here since you admitted.”

“That’s nice of him, least he could do for being the reason I got shot.”

“I guess.”

[loveisfriendship]

Are you wifi?

Author’s Note: As a celebration of the return of my creativity. And as this is one of my stories which still gets a lot of love, I wanted to give "Are you Cinderella?" a part 2.

Can’t believe this one is from 2018. Time flies.

Enjoy!

Love,

Lis

A couple days after your spontaneous Pick-up-Line challenge, you were all on a lookout. While you and Danny were in a car together and Chin and Kelly as well. Steve was with Lou. You were all just talking about Valentins Day, and how horrible they went for most of you.

“Maybe Danny could have used some of the pick-up lines that we heard a few days ago.” Chin chimed in, making everyone laugh, you even more when you not only heard Dannys groan but saw him through his head back against the seat. 

“Please don’t remind them.” Danny said.

“Oh, I heard of the best ones.” Lou chimed in.

“I have some of my one, you know.” He adds, and all of you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, Lou. Now is not the time.” Danny retorts at the same time as you say “Oh please, tell us.” The other also encouraging him.

“My wifes favourite was `I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks.’” Lou says, making everyone crack up.

“I like it a bit more smooth, so my favorite is ‘Is it OK if I follow you out of here? My parents always told me to follow my dreams.’” He continues, causing everyone to ohh and ahh.

“I heard a new one, from a friend the other night. ‘Your middle name must be Gillette. Because you're the best a man can get!’” Chin chims in.

“What? That’s really just awful.” Kelly replies, but laughs nonetheless.

“Hey Steve.” You say, making Danny groand already, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah?” Steves answers.

“Know what's on the menu tonight?”

“What?” he says, and you can hear the Kelly can barely hold it together.

“Me-N-U.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Hey baby?” Steve says.

“Yes.” You answer, smiling and looking at Danny.

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want to hear it.” He says.

“Are you wi-fi? Cause I'm totally feeling a connection.” Steve says anyway.

While everyone still chuckles, Danny looks at you.

“What? Smile Danno. It’ll do you good.” You say, nudging his shoulder.

“You think the one I have would have helped me with Melissa?” he asks you, making you gasp.

“Please Danno, let us hear it.” Steve says, everyone being completely silent, waiting on Danny’s line.

“If I had to rate you from 1 to 10, I'd give you a 9, because I'm the 1 you're missing.” He finally says.

Everyone whistles and Lou says “That’s even smoother than mine.” Followed by many “wow Danny.”’s by the others.

You take his hand and look him in the eyes. “Danny… That line?” you asks, making him hum, looking at you. “That would have been 100% better than what you gave her.” You say, bursting into a laugh, while Danny tries to tickle you.

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[hawaiifiveoh]

sightline part two | steve mcgarrett

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You didn't want to get involved with 5-0's case, yet somehow you now were. McGarrett’s happy to have help, but is that the only reason????

steve mcgarrett x reader (working on it)

part one

Author’s note: Pt. 2 after 2 years, guysssss, lol

1.4k words

pls read pt 1 here if you haven't

“What do you need, McGarrett? I just got some new t-shirts in to try on.” The man noted with a grin.

“Kamekona, I’m just here for the shave ice.”

“No way, brother, you’re always strictly business at this time of day,” he argued, finally noticing the Commander wasn’t alone. The restaurateur's eyebrows rose, entertained, “Ah, it’s a date!”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, choosing to mumble more various forms of the phrase, as Kamekona nodded and slowly let the forced silence of the shaved ice maker take over. You couldn’t recall if you had heard McGarrett say anything in response to the assumption. You had already ordered and changed the subject while Steve was putting his wallet away, but he was still slightly amused at your antics.

“You’re positive this isn’t a date?” He asked, half-smirk casually yet purposefully forming as he looked right at you again. Not wanting to be a target of his line of vision, or give into some ambiguous repartee that took too much energy at this point, you ignored it,

“Who were those guys from before exactly? And what the hell are they looking for?”

“If you are in need of a bodyguard, my security services are available for a fee.” Kamekona cooly offered, placing the shave ices on the counter.

“Kamekona, knock it off,” Steve ordered, before turning back to you, “I can’t say because that’s about the case.” 

“Come on,” you scoffed, “Really?”

“I told you no case talk because this wasn’t an attempt at covert bribery despite what you claimed on the ride over here.”

“Fine then,” you said, crossing your arms, rocking on your heels, “Thanks for the shave ice” you said, grabbing it then walking off to sit down. You took a bite and crunched the ice between your teeth to do something.

McGarrett caught up with you in a few steps, joining you at the table, “Can I ask you something?”

You took a deep breath of the Hawaiian air and exhaled, “What?”

“You knew Whitlock, you worked at the firm.”

“I knew him well enough to avoid him.”

“The misplaced money from the accounts.” 

“I had no idea about that, it was after I was gone,” you paused, realizing, “You have a double standard on what’s considered case talk, McGarrett.”

“Listen,” he began, “We’re on shaky ground with this, and the FBI’s pulling jurisdiction because it overlaps with some rico case they’ve been working on and don’t wanna screw up. 5-0 is trying our best to get some justice here for the victims. Your skill set and knowledge would definitely help take this guy down.”

You just stared at him, holding your ground, trying to read him in the silence.

“And I’ll owe you one.”

“Like a favor? No conditions?” You asked.

“Yeah, you have my word,” Steve reverted to such a boy scout when the words came out of his mouth, it was hard to doubt the honor, despite only meeting him twice.

“Your word…” you repeated and sighed to yourself.

The SEAL recognized it wasn’t an immediate hard no, which was an improvement. So, he ate another mouthful of shave ice, his mood transforming to an eager kid for a split second. He didn’t say anything else.

The sea breeze and quiet felt nice after being stuck in that windowless room where time ceased and talking didn’t. It’s not like you were in a rush to come home to a trashed apartment to clean up, and there still were those agents who were lurking around even if McGarrett did shake them up.

“I’m supposed to just trust you?”

“Have I given you a reason not to trust me?”

“Not yet, but let’s just say I’m erring on the side of caution. After all, the FBI apparently abducted me in the last 24 hours and wants to pin me as an accomplice to my loser ex-boss’ mess.”

“I’m part of 5-0, we're not the same.”

“Fine. So tell me about those guys who were subject to your violent combat and how it’s all different.” 

McGarrett closed his mouth, and huffed out an exhale. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and then he surprisingly complied with your question and all the follow up questions. When you were walking back to the truck, you quietly slipped out, “What exactly do you need help with?”

______________________ 

The inside of 5-0 headquarters was surprisingly quiet, not like you had any expectations really. You were soon joined by another man you recognized from your first meeting with McGarrett. Danny Williams had managed to both maintain an empathetic yet judgmental look on his face as he came out of his office to greet you and Steve.

“I’m here to go over the case accounting documents. That's all.” You defended.

The blonde nodded, more like he was convincing you of the sentence you said, stifling a chuckle, “That’s what he told you, didn’t he?”

You eyed the detective briefly, wondering what that was supposed to mean, before he continued on, “Anyways, welcome, welcome,” his hands waving to you to come over, a sincere smile on his face, “We do really appreciate the help because we are floundering.”

“Floundering?” Steve repeated, his voice mocking his partner’s choice of words.

“Yeah, floundering. Learn some new words, neanderthal.” Danny quipped, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the dynamic you were witness to.

“You guys are fun.”

“He isn’t fun. And he’s barely even funny. I’m both.” Steve corrected.

Danny just craned his neck so far back he could’ve gotten whiplash, processing the emotional juvenility of his taller partner, a “Wow,” being drawn out in a soft, low, longer syllable. Steven ignored him.

You soon learned Whitlock had been one step ahead every move that followed after you found a lead from your data analysis. You psychologically had profiled this guy from your real world experience working in his offices and knew he wasn’t following the trajectory McGarrett had become so sure that he was. So when regrouping plans were being discussed again, you spoke up,

“He’s not at the marina. It’s a waste of time.”

“What makes you so sure?” Steve questioned, crossing his arms.

“He’s not going to be on that yacht. He's not a runner. He wants to hide and pretend to feel in charge.”

“All the facts point to the marina.”

“No, all your obvious facts do. That’s not all of the facts. There’s this cabin that’s near Kualoa Ranch, it was a mailing address for an old magazine subscription. The house is under an in-laws name. No one would think to go there with all these other records and assets.”

“I’ve been running this, and I think I know what the facts are saying.”

“Well, I think I know better than you,” you said, crossing your arms, Steve taken aback only a little, but still enough for the team to notice.

“Hey, hey guys,” a New Jersey voice cut in, hands disturbing the air space, “Time ticking. Whitlock still missing.”

“Hey that rhymed!” Kono piped up, a grin on her face that soon dropped, “Danny’s right, though. And we need to make a decision before we lose him for good.”

______________________

After the case wrapped, the team finally had a moment to relax with a round of drinks. Danny, who took any opportunity to humble Steve, seized the opportunity to remind everyone you were right about Whitlock’s location.

“I never said I was right, Danny!” McGarrett defended.

“You don’t have to, your behavior says enough.” The detective noted, leaning back into his chair.

“Alright, alright,” the SEAL conceded, raising his beer for a simple toast, “I want to thank you guys for your effort on this case and dealing with the FBI roadblocks and pushback, as well as the major help from Y/N, who was the main reason why we actually solved this case.”

The clinks of glasses were the sound of the team’s appreciation, and in the passing of congratulations, you briefly crossed into Steve’s sightline again. You had started to collect the looks: the interrogation room, the triage at the truck, the shave ice stand. You were keeping them because what if they were shaping into something you could see for yourself instead of the invisible unspoken air. That’s what you were starting to hope. The pause was lost, Steve shifting his gaze away.

“I was the one, though, who asked Y/N to help us in the first place, I’m just saying,” McGarrett added. 

He had said it on purpose, just to let Danny rant and feel right again, but also because he knew he broke the stare this time, not you.

~

I haven't written in such a longgggg time, so if you enjoyed this and are even remotely interested in a part 3 anymore, please let me know 🙏

reader tag: @remembered-license

[sunny-mercya]

Coffee with Butter

Steve McGarrett x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hawaii Five-0

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Danny in his humble opinion of any sane human being, would forever continue with his complainants about Steves—absolutely weird and disgustingly—habit of putting a good chunk of Butter (once even salted) in the coffee.

I mean, who in their right mind does that—but than Danny remembers how Steve once told him, it's a Navy Seal thing and Danny agrees in honesty that this sounds about pretty right of being a truth—because Military and Navy people were just that weirdish in general—so really, whatever Steve put next into his coffee, Danny wouldn't be shocked anymore.

Danny could live—being accepting—with Steve to some extent degree, weird like antics and habits—but what Danny couldn't accept, was Steve teaching those habits to someone else—like you for example.

But here Danny was—in Steve and your kitchen, waiting for Steve to finish up whatever he's doing—watching with disbelief and slight horror, how you too put a chunk of butter in your coffee and stirring it around as if it was something normal, like sugar, to do.

»You should get divorced from Steve, [Nickname].« comment Danny, shaking his head in disappointment and wearily eyeing his own cup of coffee—wouldn't put it past Steve, who had made the pot of coffee to begin with, to have put butter in his cup as well.

»And oh, why?« you asked, looking at your friend in question with slight amusement—knowing well how Danny's friendly banter with Steve was and that he doesn't mean such words in seriousness.

»Simply because Steve is tainting you with his weird ass nonsense navy stuff.«

»Och, Danny,« you laughed, taking a sip from your cup.

With all the things Steve had unintentionally and intentionally already done—like forgetting anniversaries, standing you up on dates, prioritising his job (and these spontaneous missions of going into another country) most of the times over you—and Butter in Coffee is the line which Dannys draws and only valid argument to get a divorce from Steve?

Danny could be so silly sometimes, you mused—still finding it funny, even when Steve had gotten down and asked what joke he had missed.

~~~

»I told [Name] to get a divorce from you.«

Steve wonders why they always have such conversations—be either serious topics or the nonsensical one—(mostly) during a drive and than he remembers, he never actually put a mind of questioning to it anyway, because it always—ever since having Danny as his partner—had been like this.

»Why?« still Steve ask, wanting to know what he had done to make Danny say such things.

»Because, you have corrupted [Name] with your butter coffee nonsense.«

Steve chortled a cough, thought he didn't heard correctly what Danny just said, lips curling up in a smile nonetheless although.

»Danny. [Name] has sometimes pregnancy cravings, where my liking of butter in coffee is harmless.«

»[Name] is a male, but go on.«

Steve retells gladly about your food cravings, which were so random in mixing and put together—that Steve had once voiced to let you get checked from the doctor, which had you made so upset that you didn't eat for almost a whole month.

There was that one time were you asked for chocolate pudding with tuna or chicken with gravy and ice cream or—which Steve had sadly the unluckiest luck to have a bit from it—peppermint jello pudding with sour cream, mustard and cornflakes.

»Valid points and I admit, your coffee with butter sounds indeed saner, but [Name] still should divorce you.«

Steve didn't reply, lips laced with amusement and still curled up in a smile—shaking his head at his friend.

~~~

When Steve has gotten home, later than he had planned, he was surprised to see you still awake on the couch—dressed in pyjamas, he never had seen before, watching television and snacking on some cookies.

»Are these pyjamas new?« Steve ask, pulling his pants off—throwing them onto the armchair.

»No, just never wore them till now.« shrugging your shoulders, eyeing Steve's bare lower half—having half a mind to remind to get naked in the bathroom and not in the middle of the living room, but you were still way too tired to do so.

»Did you stayed up just to wait for me?«

You shook your head, munching on your last cookie, but Steve saw the exhaust on your face and the sleepy expression—signs that you had been asleep before, only to wake up soon enough from nightmares and him not being near you.

Taking a seat next to you, Steve pulled you into his arms—hugging you close him and lips ghosting kisses over your face.

»Shouldn't have drink coffee with butter, although it does taste good...« you mumbled out into his chest, after Steve had stopped his kisses and picked you up—switching off the television with the remote—and carrying you upstairs to the bedroom.

Steve didn't voiced his question of why, but could pinpoint the answer to it as the butter had probably affected your sleep—which hadn't been the best over the past years at all—like most foods and your special cravings does, again.

Lying down with you in bed, cuddle up under the blankets, Steve continues to hold you close—humming a tune in low rumbling, till your eyes dropped close once more and were asleep.

[delulu-hours]

You make me happy

Pairing: Steve Mcgarrett x Latina!reader

Summary: Meeting your mom would be the last piece to complete the happiness you were currently feeling. You knew you mom was going to love Steve, even if he was worried about how the interaction would go. However, seeing it happen made you find a sense of comfort you needed.

As you lovingly placed a hand on your baby bump, Steve stayed close by, gently supporting you with a comforting touch on your lower back. In the midst of the bustling crowd, a hint of nervousness fluttered in your stomach as you eagerly searched for the two cherished faces, long absent from your life. "Mija!" As you heard the loving Spanish accent, you couldn't help but turn away from Steve and divert your attention towards the older woman. Her black hair, now showing hints of gray, framed her face in soft curls. With a sweet smile that brought back fond memories, she hurried over to you, followed closely by your brother, whose face was also beaming with happiness. With enthusiasm, she hurried towards you. Your brother effortlessly rolled the luggage behind him while your mother wasted no time in enveloping you in a warm embrace. You couldn't help but smile as her arms wrapped around your neck and she showered your face with kisses. As her lips touched your face, you couldn't help but scrunch your nose, knowing how much she had longed for this moment.

"Mama," You wrapped your arms around her, rubbing her back as you kissed her cheek. "¿Cómo estás? ¿Cómo estuvo tu vuelo? (how are you? how was your flight?)" As you shifted your gaze, a subtle movement at the edge of your vision captured your attention. Your eyes landed on your brother. To your surprise, he warmly embraced Steve, and you couldn't help but smile. It was evident that a unique bond existed between them, forged through their shared experiences as Navy SEALs.

"Estoy bien, chula. El vuelo no estuvo mal. (I'm fine, beautiful. The flight wasn't bad.)" She couldn't help but shift her gaze towards the bump between you, and gently placed her hand over it. A small smile formed on her face, and a glimmer of excitement sparkled in her eyes. Deep down, she was aware of your pregnancy, but witnessing it firsthand served as a gentle reminder of the beautiful reality unfolding before her. "¡Voy a ser abuela! (I'm gonna be a grandma!)" She gushed with excitement. "¡Mijo, ven mira! (Son, come look.)" As she guided your brother over, he playfully rolled his eyes, but there was a glimmer of excitement in his gaze as he quickly planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Hey, short stack." As your mom gently placed his hand over your baby bump, he gave you a warm greeting. His eyes briefly glanced down at his hand before meeting yours once again. "Five months, right?"

"Right." You placed a hand on his arm. Your brother knew how excited you were to have this baby. How life in Hawai'i was everything you wished and how his best man helped you adjust to life. You knew your brother wasn't happy about your relationship with Steve the first time he came to see your after a year and half of living here. In fact, he almost fought Steve when he saw you come outside in one of Steve's shirts that fitted you like a dress. It took a lot of convincing before your brother to warm up to the idea. "Mami," You reached out for your boyfriend. "I want to introduce to you my boyfriend." Your mom followed your gaze to the man who stood next to you. You watched as she took him in. "This is Steve Mcgarrett."

"Ma'am, it's an honor having you here." Steve held a hand out to her. Your mom-- on the other hand-- just pulled him into a hug that caught him off guard. You and your brother shared a laugh.

"¿Mija, cómo digo, es un placer conocerte? (daughter, how do i say it is nice to meet you?)" She pulled back from the hug as she looked at you. She moved her hands to grab him and Steve glanced over at you.

"Nice to meet you." You responded back. A thing about your mother was that she could understand English perfectly, her issue was speaking it. She struggled with certain works and she had a very thick accent when she spoke English. Something you did warn Steve about.

"Eh," She turned to look at him. "Nice to meet you," My brother and I gave each other a look. "Ehteben. (steven)" And then there it was. You smiled as you brother did his best not to laugh. Steve just smiled at your mom but you could see it in his eyes that he found her accent endearing. "¿Lo dije bien?" She looked over at you and your brother and you guys just nodded.

"This is for you." Steve placed the lei around your mom and she gasped. She commented on how the flowers were pretty and how he didn't have to. Steve just nodded but glanced over at you for help, unsure what your mom had said. You just mouthed thank you in which he replied with, "It's no issue at all."

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Your mom insisted on cooking and having the rest of Steve's team over. She was in the kitchen, your brother forced to help her since she refused to let you do anything. Steve sat next to you. His arm over your shoulder as you snuggled into his side. "Your mom makes me question if I even learned anything during the three years we've dated." You let out an amused snort.

"Mi Amado, (my beloved)" You moved a bit to look up at him. "You have to remember that when I speak Spanish to you, I don't speak it as fast. My mom speaks it with a natural flow that makes it seem fast for you." You placed a hand on his thigh. "Besides, you're learning and that's all that matters." He was going to say more but the door opened and in came the team. "Hello!" You pushed yourself up, using the support of Steve, and hugged each person. "I'm sorry that this was last minute, my mom was very insistent that she cook for you all today." Danny waved you off. "La familia no es sólo quienes son de tu sangre, sino son los que nunca nos abandonan." A quote your mom lived by.

"Family is not only those who are of your blood but are those who never leave us." You said again but this time in English.

"I love your mom already." Danny handed Steve a case of beer.

"Well let me go a head and introduce you guys to my mom and brother." You motioned for them to follow behind you. "Also, I hope you guys are ready to try authentic Mexican food and take gain a couple pounds in the process." You teased but actually meant the part of gaining some weight. You already knew your mom was going to feed them to the point where they might end up in a food coma. "Mami. Mateo." Your mom and brother turned around. "I would like you guys to meet the rest of the team." As you introduced them, you weren't surprised that they had remembered your brother Mateo. Your mom on the other hand made sure to greet them all with a hug and a kiss on each cheek. She also insisted that they call her mom. None of them argued with her as she did her best to talk to them.

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Just like that dinner was a hit. Everyone loved the food, Steve and a few others almost died on the salsa your mom made. You-- on the other hand-- didn't realize how much you had missed and craved her food. It had hit a spot and satisfied all the cravings you had. You sat out on the beach with everyone, your eyes looked around and landed on Steve who stood on the deck with your mom. Your eyes met, and he playfully winked at you, adding a delightful touch to the evening. Just as you were lost in that moment, Kono called out your name, capturing your attention once again.

Steve had gone in to get some more beers when your mom stopped him. "Mijo," Steve hummed in response as he looked at your mom. "Yo sé que no me vas entender, pero gracias por amar a mi hija. Por ser su roca y apoyo. Puedo ver en tus ojos la forma en que la amas tanto. (I know you won't understand me, but thank you for loving my daughter. For being your rock and support. I can see in your eyes the way you love her so much.)" She gently reached up and tenderly cupped his face, as Steve kindly bent his knees to make it more convenient for her. Confusion furrowed his brow as he struggled to comprehend every word she was saying. Despite the language barrier, he sensed an unmistakable warmth in her words. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she continued to smile at him, displaying a tender expression in her gaze. "Puedo estar en paz sabiendo que ella está con un hombre que haría cualquier cosa por ella. Gracias. (I can be at peace knowing that she is with a man who would do anything for her. Thank you.)" He nodded, not knowing what else to do.

"Mami," Your voice caused Steve to glance at you. He could see your amusement as you neared. "¿Qué haces con mi novio? (What are you doing to my boyfriend?)" With a playful smirk in your voice, you stood by his side. Your mom affectionately planted a quick kiss on Steve's forehead before allowing him to stand tall. You affectionately placed an arm around him, looking at your mom. There was a happiness in her eyes, and you sensed that it was because she saw you at your happiest, especially since your dad passed away a decade ago.

"Nada, mija. (Nothing, daughter)" She grabbed your free hand in one of hers and took Steve's in her other one before bring them both together. "Estoy muy feliz por ti y agradecida. Agradecida de que me hayas bendecido con la oportunidad de ser abuela. (I am just happy for you and grateful. Grateful that you have given me this opputonity to be a grandma.)" She kisses the back of both your hands as she holds it with such care. "Le pido a dios que te mantenga en buenas manos y te bendiga con lo mejor. (I pray to God that he keeps you in good hands and blesses you with the best.)" You smiled softly at her, the stinging sensation of tears in your eyes as you tried your best not to cry.

"Gracias Mami. (thank you mom)" As you leaned in to kiss her cheek, she graced you with a final smile before joining the rest of the group. Your gaze shifted upward towards Steve, who gently brushed your cheeks. In that moment, tears had already welled up and begun to trickle down from your eyes.

"What she say?" He asked softly as you hugged him. You chin resting on his chest as you look up at him.

"She is thankful that you knocked me up." You playfully teased, eliciting a gentle chuckle from Steve that reverberated warmly in his chest. Affectionately, he brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, and then tenderly rested his hand underneath it. "But she is glad that she knowns I am in good hands and that I'm happy." His thumb gently rubs your the apple of your cheeks. "That you make me happy and prays for the best to come and that we stay safe."

"Guess it's safe to say she likes me." He lowered his lips on to yours. Deep down, he felt a subtle nervousness creep in as he thought about meeting your mom for the first time. Despite his efforts to appear calm, you could tell how much he cared by the way he eagerly assisted you in preparing for the meeting. He simply wanted to make a great first impression and ensure that everything went smoothly.

"She adores you." You closed the space between you, kissing him softly. His lips moved against yours, and you felt him pull you closer. Or as close as he could with your baby bump between you. "You make me happy and that's all she truly cares about." You gave him another kiss. "But if she found out how reckless you are, she might have a heart attack," You felt him smirk against your lips.

"Well, I guess it'll be our little secret then." As his lips gently met yours, a playful spark flickered in his eyes. His hand tenderly brushed down your neck, applying a hint of pressure. It caused you to bite your lower lip in delight, a soft hum of pleasure escaping your lips. The mischievous glint in his eyes made the moment all the more exciting.

[bullet-prooflove]

Send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it

I'm Not In Love With Her! I Don't Even Care That I Haven't Seen Her In Approximately 96 Hours!

Steve knows that Danny’s in love with you. He knows that because this is the fifteenth time Danny has checked his phone in approximately three minutes and it’s starting to drive him a little crazy.

“It’s ok to admit you care about her.” He says quietly as he focuses on the road ahead. “That you may even be a little in love with her.”

“I'm not in love with her.” Danny tells him, his thumb searching through the last text exchange. “I don't even care that I haven't seen her in approximately 96 hours.”

“Danny that’s four days.” Steve says before tilting his head towards his friend. “Are you telling me you haven’t heard from your girlfriend in four days? Did you do something?”

“She’s not my girlfriend and why have you always gotta assume I did something?” Danny snaps at him as he tucks his phone into his trouser pocket. “We had a good time, I kissed her goodbye at the door…”

“And?” Steve prompts.

“And nothing.” Danny informs him. “Not a word since.”

“OK, let’s swing by there, just check in make sure everything’s ok.” Steve says, flicking on the turn signal. “Would that make you feel better? Because it would make me feel better and I don’t even know Jana, in fact I’m a little offended that you haven’t introduced the two of us considering you’re in love with her.”

“Will you just shut up and get us there?” Danny snaps and it’s that tone, that urgency that makes Steve put his foot down flat on the pedal.

“You have that bad feeling don’t you?” Steve says as the engine roars to life.

“Yea.” Danny says quietly as he looks out the window. “I do.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

@kmc1989

[crazyk-imagine]

Past Fights and Bloodlines

Pairing: Danny Williams x McGarrett!reader, Steve McGarrett x McGarrett!reader (Cousins)

Characters: McGarrett!reader (Cousin), Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Chin Ho Kelly, Kono Kalakaua

Warnings: Fluff, hehe I love this so much, Danny and reader met once years ago, I am hinting at the one wresting movie Scott Caan did in the early 2000′s, why was this so much fun to write?, this is purely Hawaii Five-0 crack, Steve acting more like an older brother than he does a cousin, reader wants Danny for herself and Steve can’t stop you, ignore Chin’s one semi cringey comment (no regrets)

Word Count: 1,382

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"There's a fight in town," Steve brings up out of nowhere as you mess with the items on his desk. 

"And?" 

He watches you, wondering why you’re not as enthused as him. "And? I'm asking if my favorite cousin wants to go." 

You glance up at him with furrowed brows. "Steve, I'm you're only cousin." 

He rolls his eyes. "So, you wanna go or not?" 

"I never said no. Let's go." You push yourself out of your chair. 

"It's not for another three hours." 

You spin around to stare at him, holding the back of the chair. "Yeah, I know. You're treating me to dinner before we go." 

"Oh, am I?" 

"You dragged me here for a case, the least you can do is take me to dinner." 

"I like her," Danny smiles, standing in the doorway of Steve's office. 

"Shut up, Danno." 

You take a step away from the chair and smile at your cousin's partner. "Thank you, Daniel." 

"Danny," he corrects you. 

"Daniel sounds better, I'll use Danny for when you're in trouble. Don't cross me." 

He nods and looks away from you. "Don't cross you, got it." 

"Now if you'll excuse us. Steven and I are going to dinner and then go to the fight." 

"Ooh, where you guys going?" 

"Don't know," you shrug. "You wanna come. He's paying." 

Steve stands up, trying to chime in. "He doesn't-" 

"I'd love to. Thank you for inviting me." 

"We have much to talk about." 

"Yes, yes we do." He holds his arm out, gesturing for you to go out first. 

"Thank you." 

"Of course, I'm not an animal." 

"No, you are not. You're more polite than some people." 

Danny smirks as you two walk by Chin and Kono. 

Steve exits his office and mutters to himself. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" 

"Not at all, boss," Kono pats his shoulder. 

"It's going to be an entertaining night for you," Chin adds. 

"I don't like you two right now." 

"That's okay. We still love you, big Kuhuna." 

Steve shakes his head and jogs out of the room, needing to catch up to you two before more bonding happens. 

-

"I'll be back, do either of you want a beer or something?" You ask. 

Steve nods, giving you, his order. 

"No thank you. I'd like to be able to get through story time without any issues." 

You nod. "I'll be back." 

It takes you a few minutes before you make it to the seats. "Oh sorry. Excuse me. Coming through." You managed to get on the opposite side from where the others were and sigh, walking back towards them. 

"Sorry, excuse me." You start walking down the aisle. "Excuse me." 

You're three people away from your crew. 

"I finally made- woah." 

Danny places his hands on your waist, preventing you from bumping into him and him into you. 

You smile at him, "thank you, Daniel." 

"No problem." 

"Steve, your drink." 

Once you get situated, you begin to relax. 

You scream and shout for the wrestler you want to win, which makes Danny raise a brow. Not entirely expecting you to be so into it. 

You enjoy yourself until someone bumps into you, spilling your food. "Hey, jerkwad." 

The guy turns around and shrugs you off. 

"You spill my food; you pay for another." 

"You're the one that was in my way." 

"Are you serious?" 

"Go bug someone else lady." 

"Oh, you-" 

Danny grabs you and pulls you back before you can attack the rude guy as Steve steps forward, taking care of the situation. "Let's not hurt the guy, no matter how rude he was and sit back down." 

"I don't even care that he bumped into me, and I spilled my food. It's the price. I paid for Steve's beer and my small snack which is now on the floor-" 

"I know. How about this, after the match. I take you out to get something to make up for his jerky behavior." 

You spin around in his arms, staring at him for a few seconds. "I think we can arrange that, and I promise I won't keep you for long since you have story time tonight." 

"I appreciate that." 

"Then it's a date." 

"A- a date?" 

You think he doesn't want to go on a date with you, making you rethink your question. "Not a date?" 

"No, no. I never said that." 

"Good, I think we'll have a good time."

-

"Why're you so happy?" Steve asks you as you step inside. 

"No reason. I'm going to bed. Night." 

"No, no. Get back here and tell me why Danny just pulled out of my driveway." 

"I was on a date." 

"You are not allowed to date coworkers." 

"I can date whoever I want. It's not like any of you have ever followed that rule." 

"This is different-" 

"Why? Because I'm your family and you don't want William’s blood to taint the McGarrett bloodline if we ever get that far." 

"Oh, gross!" 

"Grow up, Steven. He's going to be coming around a lot more, whether you like it or not." 

-

Danny texted you saying he's here. 

You walk down the stairs with a pep in your step as you stand in front of the door, fixing your hair (Danny does the same). "Hi, Daniel." 

"How many times am I going to tell you to call me Danny." 

"Every day, if you'd like." 

"Oh, is that right?" He smirks. 

"Come on in. I'm about to make coffee. You want some?" 

"I would, thank you." He barely takes his eyes off you as you close the door. 

“You’re really into the fight, when- uh- when that’d happen?” 

You shrug, “I’ve always been into wrestling.” 

“You reminded me of this one time; I went when I was a teenager, and I took this guy I knew years ago. We sat next to this girl who was basically like you were yesterday and then my friend came back and bumped into her, spilling everything she got all over the lap.” 

“The same thing happened to me. My family and I just moved to this one town and my dad was working while mom was doing her thing in the navy. I was having a bad day and I- wrestling was my only out. I never participated in it but watching it was my escape. Anyway, this dumbass came around and bumped into me. His friend pulled him away before I could, well, do anything.” 

“Oh, really?” He asks with interest. “The girl my friend ran into reached over me and socked him. I think-” 

That reminds you of the scar on your hand. “Yeah, and I ripped my knuckle on his braces.” 

“- She ripped her knuckle on his braces.” 

Your eyes widen. “Holy.” 

“Wow.” 

You clap your hands together. "How about breakfast?" 

"Are you cooking?" 

"Steve's not back from his run yet, so it'll be me cooking." 

"I'll accept." 

You push him away, letting him settle on top of the counter on the side of the stove. "How about you make the coffee and I work on breakfast?" 

"Deal." 

"Do you know how the coffee machine works?" 

"I think I can figure it out." 

"Great, you get started on the coffee and I'll do my thing." 

Steve locks the door behind him and opens his mouth to call out for you, only to hear laughter coming from the kitchen. He rolls his eyes and wanders to the kitchen. "I don't like this." 

"Too bad. He's hot and I like him." 

"Please don't ever say that again." 

"No, please say it again. I'm what?" Danny smiles at you. 

"You're hot and I like you." 

"Thank you. You, yourself look phenomenal." 

"You're such a charmer." 

"I'm going to the office before I need to bleach my eyes." 

"Okay, just hope we don't need to bleach the kitchen." 

Danny's eyes widen and his jaw drops. 

You cover his mouth and quietly shush him. "Go along with it," you whisper. 

"If I smell even a drop of-" 

"Go away, Steve." He shakes his head and walks out of his house, trying to erase any kind of traumatic vision you put in his mind. 

"Did you figure out the coffee machine?" 

"I think I broke it." 

"I'll buy him a new one later."

[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.🥰🤗😊

Tag list: @houseofflufff

Masterlist

“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.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Sleight of Hand

[A/N: I DID IT! I finished my Steve x reader undercover op fic, and I kind of love it??? I hope those of you who were looking forward to it enjoy it too 😈🖤 Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to write this as a full blown fic! Over 5.7k words hehe whoops]

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When your former mentor had contacted you about an opening at her coral reef research lab, moving from Camden to Oahu had been a no brainer. You’d packed up your life in New Jersey and been on a plane to the Aloha State within a week. Your favorite cousin, who’s truthfully more like the big brother you always wanted, had been elated to hear the news, welcoming you at the airport with open arms and two simple rules.

“Always answer the phone when I call so you don’t worry me to death,” Danny had said, holding up one finger, “and two,” he added a second, “you’re an adult and you can date anyone on this island-”

“Thank… you?”

“-but stay away from this schmuck.”

The schmuck in question had simply rolled his eyes, draped a beautiful lei around your neck, and greeted you with a warm hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Steve.”

Your confident promise to your cousin had been broken a whopping two months later- and no, you hadn’t ignored one of his phone calls.

“Did you get me a beer?” you ask with a teasing lilt to your voice, wringing out your wet hair before dropping down onto the bench beside your boyfriend. A quick glance around reveals that Danny’s over by the shrimp truck with Kamekona, and you lean forward to steal a kiss before putting some space between yourself and your favorite brunette.

“I surely did not,” Steve sasses back and takes a swig of his ice cold beverage. “Alcohol and diving do not mix. But I did happen to get a mango smoothie from that one place down the road this pretty girl I know really likes.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm,” he responds, a goofy grin spreading across his handsome face. “But, uh, she didn’t show, so I guess you can have it.”

You laugh and give him a playful shove, then let out a content hum as you pop the straw through the lid and take a grateful sip. “So good,” you moan in delight, and Steve has to bite his lip to refrain from making a comment when he spots Danny approaching the table with your regular orders.

“Hey, you.” Your cousin greets you with a kiss on the cheek before taking up residence on the bench across from you and Steve. “Why’re you sitting all the way over there, huh? You like that clown better or somethin’?”

“This guy?” you snort, taking your lunch off the tray and rifling through the napkins in search of a fork.

“Ouch.” Steve winces as if burned by your comment, and you surreptitiously squeeze his thigh beneath the table.

“So tell me about this case you’ve got,” you coax your cousin to change the subject, spearing some grilled veggies on the plastic fork’s tines and scooping up a respectable mound of rice on top.

“So there’s a diamond smuggling ring-” Danny starts, and you immediately cut him off with, “Shut up, that doesn’t happen in real life.” You turn to Steve for confirmation, but there’s no provocative arch to his eyebrow or twitching of his lips to suggest this is a joke. “Are you serious right now? BFFR, Danno.”

“I don’t- I don’t know what that means. Why are you making me feel old?”

“Be fucking for real,” you and Steve supply in unison, and you smile proudly at him. “You’re learning!”

“Between you and Gracie, I keep up, okay?”

“Oh, between my baby cousin and my daughter, you- okay, that’s excellent,” Danny proclaims, his tone indicating it’s anything but. “Anyway, they’re using poker games as a cover to uh, collect their product, shall we say.”

“There’s enough rich people on Oahu with actual diamonds?” you ask, incredulous. “And here I am working like a pleb for paper currency.”

“Word,” Steve seconds your statement, raising his beer in a toast. You clink your smoothie against it before taking another refreshing sip and asking, “So how’re you gonna catch them?”

“Well, there’s a high roller tournament on Friday night that we’re betting they’ll hit. We wanted to go in undercover and flush them out but…” Steve trails off and gazes at you thoughtfully, but Danny’s shaking his head before the words have even formed on the brunette’s lips.

“No, absolutely not. Don’t even think about it, Steve.”

“What?” You turn to him, excitement coursing through your veins at the way his eyes have lit up. “Think about it! And tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You could go undercover with me to the tournament, help me gather some intel. Maybe we get you to confirm the diamonds are actually in their possession and-”

“No!” Danny chimes in again. “What’s the matter with you, huh? These guys have killed two people, Steve. It’s too dangerous for her.”

“First off, fuck that-”

“Language.”

With an eye roll, you amend, “Forget that. More importantly, shouldn’t Danny go undercover? You kind of suck at poker, Steve.” You feel a sharp pinch at your side and you yelp in protest, slapping at the Navy SEAL. “It’s true, you little-”

“You’re not going,” Danny says definitively. “What about Tani?”

Steve shakes his head. “Tani and Junior have already questioned two of the men involved. They’ll be made before they even get to the table.”

You cross your arms and level your cousin with a smirk. “Sounds like you need me, Danno.”

“Then I’m going with you,” he declares.

“Yeah, no, hard pass,” you backpedal. “Even as a former thespian, there’s no way I can convincingly play arm candy for you without it being weird.”

“So, it’s settled then, little Williams,” Steve says with a grin. “You and me. Friday night. The high roller table at the Ilikai Hotel.”

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“This whole affair is giving very much Ocean’s Thirteen,” you remark as you lean into the mirror to line your puckered lips with Devil’s Den red. “The diamond heist, the poker game… it’s all so exciting.”

“Except this isn’t Hollywood and a bullet will actually hurt,” your cousin ever so graciously reminds you, trying to tug the slit ends of your dress together and then grunting in displeasure when the action reveals more of your bare back. “You’ve gotta be kidding me with this dress, babe,” he tuts. “Why’s it so expensive if it’s missing half the fabric, huh?”

You shrug and answer with a smile, “Don’t ask me! Your buddy picked it out.”

“Oh yeah, I bet he did,” Danny grumbles under his breath. “I mean, you’d be the most beautiful woman in the room if you were wearing a paper bag, but this- this dress-”

“Danno,” you laugh, completing the finishing touches on your makeup before turning around to squeeze his shoulder. “Remember one of the first things you said to me when I stepped off the plane?”

“Don’t date Steve?” he offers hopefully with a grimace.

That ship has sailed and it’s not docking anytime soon, you think wryly. “No, you goofball,” you respond instead, “that I’m an adult. Everything’s going to be fine!”

“Alright, okay, but just- just promise me you’ll be smart tonight and play it safe.”

With three fingers held aloft, you answer solemnly, “I promise.”

“And don’t let Steve talk you into doing something stupid, okay? No honeypot insanity or trying to sneak into rooms or anything, you got it?”

You press your lips to your cousin’s cheek and then wipe away the smudged lipstick. “Relax, Danny. The man’s a former SEAL. What could possibly go wrong?”

You open the door of the en-suite bathroom with a small smirk tugging at your lips as Danny splutters on behind you in answer to your incendiary question.

As soon as your stiletto touches down on the carpeted floor of the luxury hotel room, you’re hit with an enthusiastic, “Woah, baby!”

“You like?” you ask with a grin, holding your arms out at your sides and giving Tani a spin to show off the dress.

Tani laughs appreciatively and lets out a low whistle. “You are smokin’ hot. I am looking… disrespectfully,” she concludes after pretending to mull over her word choice. She sneaks a glance over at her boss who’s trying and failing to draw his gaze away from the high slit that’s showing off a majority of your leg, then steps closer to you and drops her voice. “And I’m not the only one.” You shush your friend quickly and she ducks away from your playful smack with another peal of laughter.

“Wow,” Steve breathes out, practically sporting heart-eyes as he drinks in the black silk hugging every curve of your body. His piercing blue eyes blaze a trail of heat from the stilettos on your feet to the low bun your hair is swept into, and you feel your skin grow warm under his attention.

“You look pretty wow yourself,” you remark, appreciating the smart tux he’s donned, the perfectly tailored suit accenting every defined muscle on his powerful body. The blush on your face deepens when your gaze meets his, catching a glimpse of a hungry predator on the prowl.

“No, but you, Y/N,” Steve counters, his voice a low growl, “you just- I mean- wow.” He looks ready to pounce, and you’re positive he would forego the event in lieu of spending the evening in bed if there wasn’t a case riding on your performance tonight- and your cousin who you’re keeping your relationship a secret from less than a foot away.

Danny snaps in his face, directing the brunette’s attention to him. “Don’t you gawk at her like that. Paws off my baby cousin, you hear me? Better use the right head tonight, Steven, I swear.”

You dart your eyes over to your boyfriend and make an intentionally obscene gesture with your hands, indicating which head you’re thinking about. He covers up his laugh with a cough, then hurries to reassure his partner. “Danno, c’mon. I’m a perfect gentleman. Aren’t I, Y/N?”

“You’re an animal, is what you are,” your beloved cousin continues his tirade, answering for you. “Just remember I’m watching, huh? I’ve got eyes on all the cameras.”

“Alright, people, focus now,” Lou admonishes gently, handing you and Steve small communications devices that you fit snugly into your ear, out of plain sight. “Y’all remember the plan?”

“Stand there and look pretty. Don’t get shot at,” you dutifully list off your objectives for the op with an exaggerated waggling of your eyebrows while Steve tests the microphone tucked away in his bow tie. “As an unofficial member of Five-0 now, do I get a gun?”

“Are you insane?” Danny cries as Steve asks, genuinely, “Where would you even hide a gun in that dress?”

Unable to resist, you shoot him a coy smile and challenge, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Commander?”

“Woah.” Your cousin holds his hands up between the two of you and declares, “Flag on the play. Don’t- Don’t do that. No flirting. Get in, entice Lee to steal your fake diamonds, get out. Deal?”

“We’ve got it, Detective,” Steve huffs, bending down to adjust his ankle holster.

Junior approaches then with a gorgeous looking diamond necklace and announces, “Got our bait here, boss.”

“Excellent,” Steve says, taking the jewelry from him and motioning for you to turn around. He gathers the necklace in one hand, his fingers drifting across your shoulder and collarbone to grasp one end before he fits it snugly around your neck. The simple touch has your veins flooding with heat, but you tamp down your reaction, keenly aware of the multiple sets of eyes on the two of you. “Tight enough?” he murmurs, and you nod in response, not yet trusting your voice.

“Oh, and one more thing!” Lou reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box, opening it with a flourish to reveal one simple silver band, the other studded with diamonds. “Little extra bling for good measure.” Your cheeks flush at the sight, and you turn your face away from Steve while you slide the wedding ring onto your finger.

One glance at its mate on your boyfriend’s hand has you weak in the knees, and Tani whispers, “Girl, you are down bad.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, fighting the blush threatening to give you away. Steve approaches with one eyebrow raised in curiosity, and you clear your throat before taking the arm he’s offered to you. You tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow, pressing yourself close to him and sending a sharp look to your older cousin when you feel his eyes boring holes into the two of you. “Knock it off, Danny.”

He cups your face between his hands and pulls you closer to press a kiss to your forehead with an apologetic smile. “Be smart. Be safe. I love you. You watch her back, okay?” He directs the last comment to his best friend with all the gruffness of a father sending his daughter off to prom.

“I will, Danny,” Steve answers solemnly, squeezing your hand.

“Alright, buddy. But not too close, okay? Remember, I’m always watch-”

You pull the door shut behind you with a sigh. Steve guides you down the hallway towards the elevators, and your grip on his arm tightens at the prospect of what you’re about to do.

Steve immediately intuits your nerves and offers a soothing, “Hey, you’re okay.” He takes your left hand in his, his right hand coming to rest on the small of your back so you feel completely enveloped by his steadying presence. He lets his thumb drift back and forth across your skin, just above where the fabric drapes at the base of your spine, and your comms come crackling to life. “Higher.”

Steve shifts his hand up with a chuckle, and your cousin begrudgingly remarks, “Better.”

The moment relieves some of your tension, and you shake your head before pressing the call button for the elevator. The lavish gold doors open to reveal an already sizable group dressed to the nines and clearly heading to the big casino-sponsored event downstairs. Steve applies gentle pressure on your back to guide you into the elevator, and as you descend each floor and the crowd grows, you’re forced closer together in the corner. “You’re wearing a new perfume,” Steve comments, his lips right by your ear to avoid your conversation being picked up by his mic.

“How observant,” you reply. “My boyfriend bought it for me.”

“He has excellent taste,” he continues the charade, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at the compliment. With the crowd in the elevator blocking the camera’s view, Steve allows his fingers to glide down your spine until they reach their intended destination, and he sucks in a sharp breath when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under your dress. You smirk to yourself but quickly lose the upper hand, forced to swallow down a gasp when the elevator doors open into the lobby and Steve brazenly palms your ass while calmly stating, “Target acquired.”

“We see him, too,” Junior affirms. “East corner of the lobby, talking to the concierge.”

“Come on, darling,” Steve croons, settling into character- or rather dropping your usual act. “Let’s go win me some more money to spend on you.”

__________

“No entry without invitation, sir.”

You crane your neck to look up at the beefy bodyguard at the entrance to the high roller section. His biceps must be the size of your head, if not bigger, he’s got at least 6 inches on Steve, and his hulking form is completely blocking your view of the room behind him.

“Honey,” you murmur, “you brought it with you, didn’t you?”

Steve gives you an easy smile and pulls a gold-plated poker chip from the breast pocket of his tux. “Of course, my love.”

“Alright, enough with the cutesy nicknames,” Danny gripes, and you’re forced to stifle a laugh at Tani admonishing him in the background. The security guard pulls back the velvet rope to let you pass, and you duck behind the curtain to cross into the high roller area.

The room is a sea of expensive suits and sparkling cocktail dresses. A thick cloud of sweet-smelling smoke has settled in the air from the Cubans lit around the room, and the distinct symphony of ice clinking in glass tumblers joins the hum of dealers murmuring at their tables.

“Why don’t you go get us a drink and I’ll find a table to join?”

“The usual?” you purr in question, running your manicured fingers across the lapel of Steve’s suit.

“That’s perfect,” he assents, squeezing your hip before releasing you to do your own recon. Then you feel his fingers lace through yours and he murmurs, “Y/N, wait.” When you turn back to Steve, he tugs you closer by your connected hands and presses his lips to yours in a kiss that has your head buzzing before a drop of alcohol has even hit your tongue. “Lee’s watching,” he whispers against your mouth by way of explanation.

“Then let’s give him something to look at,” you respond with a glint in your eye, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. Steve’s left hand comes up to rest on the nape of your neck as the other caresses the diamond fitted snuggly against the hollow of your throat, making sure that it catches the light just so as you lay the groundwork for your operation tonight.

“He’s practically suffocating her,” Danny cries in the hotel room upstairs, hands raised while he stares at the two of you in disbelief. “What’d I say about ‘not too close’, huh? Animal.”

“Okay, lovebirds, get some air,” Lou chuckles over your comms. “Seems like our man Lee has his eye on the prize now.”

Junior leans over to Tani as he watches the two of you part ways on screen, tracking your path to the bar with a skeptical brow. “Is it just me, or was that… intense?”

“C’mon, Junes,” she laughs breezily. “That is theater at its finest.”

“One scotch on the rocks, and one vodka tonic that’s light on the tonic,” you place your order at the bar, absentmindedly letting your fingers drift over the diamonds as you peruse the top shelf.

“Easy there, cowgirl,” Danny coaches in your ear. You look around for the nearest mounted dome camera and make a face at it. “Real mature, kid.”

You feel a heated gaze on your back, and you turn to flash a coy smile at Mister Jason Lee, the suspected brains behind the smuggling operation, before collecting your drinks and making your way back to Steve.

“He’s interested,” you murmur in his ear as you bend down to place the glass between his hands on the table. “But we need to really hook him. Better start throwing some money around, hotshot.”

“Go ahead, baby,” Steve says animatedly, attracting the attention of the other players around the table. He makes a big show of closing his eyes and letting you bet for him, clearly unaffected by winning or losing a few hundred on your blind faith. As you lean over to push a stack of chips towards the pot, you hear an appreciative titter around the table and turn to find Steve with one eye very obviously peeking- but definitely not at what your hands are doing.

“Naughty boy,” you scold playfully, and he offers his palms in an act of mock deference.

“Can you blame the man?” one of the other players barks out through a raucous laugh, and you smile politely even though their leering eyes make your skin crawl. When you bend to retrieve your drink, Steve moves closer with a grin and whispers in your ear, “If one of them so much as breathes in your direction, I’ll break off every one of their fingers and feed them to ‘em, okay, mama?”

Acutely aware that Danny and the rest of the team are watching your every interaction, you suppress a shiver and murmur back, “Sir, yes, sir.”

Steve has mixed luck on his first few hands, but you’re sure to make a big show of celebrating each win with a kiss that has the older women in the room clutching their proverbial pearls and Lee hanging onto your every move. You toy with the necklace as a nervous habit each time Steve places his bet and let your fingers trail across his broad shoulders as he studies each hand, squeezing affectionately every now and then.

“I hate this,” Danny declares, a dismayed frown tugging at his lips as he watches you on the live CCTV footage. On the small screen, you drape your arms around Steve’s neck and press a kiss to his cheek before murmuring something in his ear that’s too quiet for the hidden mic to pick up but has Steve grinning like a fool. “I hate this. Why did I let him talk me into this? Putz.”

“Relax, Danny,” Lou attempts to soothe his ruffled feathers. “They’re doing great.”

“Hey, hey, look!” Tani calls to garner their attention. “They’ve lured Lee in. He’s about to make contact.”

“Good evening,” he opens politely, pulling out the chair next to Steve.

“Evening,” your boyfriend offers in kind.

“Do you mind if I join you for the next hand?”

“Not at all,” you purr. “Perhaps you can help break my husband’s current losing streak.”

“With a good luck charm like you on his arm?” Lee counters smoothly. “Impossible.”

“From your mouth to the cards’ ears,” you laugh airily. “Let me go get you another drink, my love,” you say to excuse yourself, running your hand down Steve’s arm to collect his glass. “Can I get you anything, Mister…?”

“Good girl,” Tani praises you quietly over your comms.

“Lee,” he supplies. “But please, call me Jason.” He raises the remaining amber liquid in his glass with a smile then says, “Perhaps when I finish this drink, I’ll have what your husband’s having. Clearly he’s got excellent taste.” The way his eyes wander across your body isn’t lost on you.

“Arrogant son of a bitch,” Lou scoffs to his fellow team members upstairs. “Not even using an alias.”

Steve notices Lee’s hungry gaze straying from his cards to appreciate your form against the backdrop of the expansive bar and remarks, “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Indeed,” he agrees, swirling the expensive liquor in his glass before taking a sip. “Women like that are hard to find. As rare as that diamond around her neck.”

“Laying it on thick there, buddy,” Danny comments over your comms, and you steal a glance over to the table. “Take the bait, Steve.”

“Only the finest for my girl.”

When you return to the table with your and Steve’s drinks in hand, he hooks his ankle around the chair beside him and tugs it close for you to sit by him. “Slick move, double-oh-five-oh,” you murmur appreciatively in his ear before nipping at his earlobe. He seems extra possessive now, his hand either resting on your thigh, or your hip, or the back of your neck, always maintaining some form of skin to skin contact while the other holds his cards, and you can’t help but wonder what transpired between the two men.

Leaning over, Steve presses his lips to the point where your pulse thrums along your throat and asks, “What should we bet, beautiful girl?”

“Hm?” Your gaze is hazy, more so drunk on Steve’s touch than alcohol, and the unbidden thought that you can’t wait for this guy to be in cuffs so you can take your man home crosses your mind. You run your manicured fingers down his cheek and answer coyly, “I want you to go all in.”

The two of you dutifully ignore Danny’s protesting in your ears at your overt innuendo as Steve pushes his stack of chips to the center of the table.

“A bold move,” Lee declares with a whistle.

“What’s a few thousand when I have a million on my arm, hm?” your boyfriend counters with a sly glance in your direction.

“Let’s make this a real game. I’m all in, too.”

The dealer flips over the river card, and Steve’s arm tenses beneath your fingertips. The other few players around the table toss their cards aside with a sigh, but Lee looks over at the two of you with a grin, presenting his hand- a flush- with a flourish. He stands to collect the pot but Steve holds up one finger.

“Not so fast, my friend,” he laughs, his confidence making your body grow warm. Steve lays his hand out on the table with a smug smile. “Full house. Aces over eights.”

You let out an excited squeal, genuinely delighted at such a triumphant win, and pull Steve toward you by the lapels of his jacket to mold your lips to his. He makes an appreciative noise low in the back of his throat and his hand comes up to cup your neck in an overtly possessive manner that has you melting into his embrace. You feel his fingers playing with the clasp resting at the nape of your neck, and then the necklace falls into your lap, the next phase of your ruse in full effect now.

You pull back with a gasp and pout at Steve, your eyes wide. “It broke!”

“Then I’ll buy you ten more,” he answers easily, shrugging off your concern. “Go put it upstairs and don’t give it a second thought, okay?” He presses his lips to yours once more and gives you an affectionate pat below the dip of your dress when you stand that has you blushing. You can practically feel Danny’s laser eyes through the screen where he’s watching you.

You make sure to wobble the tiniest bit when you move, steadying yourself on Steve’s shoulder with a laugh. “What was our room number, honey?”

He shares a knowing look with your mark, then jokes, “How many vodka tonics have you had, hm? How many fingers am I holding up?” He has his fist raised and you smack at his chest with an eye roll. “217, my love,” Steve supplies before taking your hand and kissing the wedding band adorning your ring finger.

You head upstairs to the empty room the team had rented for this very purpose and place the necklace in the carefully concealed safe in the cupboard. When you return to the table, you find Steve alone.

“Where’s our friend?”

“Turned in for the night after that big loss,” your boyfriend supplies, winking at you. “Shall we?”

He offers you his arm, and after collecting his winnings, the two of you make your way to the lobby to lie in wait. “You’re going to be insufferable about that win forever now, aren’t you?”

“You said I was bad at poker,” Steve reminds you.

“You still are,” you fire back. “Dumb luck one time does not a skilled player make.”

“Jeez, boss,” Junior’s voice comes crackling in over your comms. “Want some ice for that burn?”

“Would you just- would you shut up and focus on the room, please?”

After a few minutes of waiting with no sighting of Lee, you lean into Steve’s chest and ask the team, “Anything?”

“Girl, hop off the mic,” Lou admonishes you, and you jump back from Steve. “We can hear you when you talk normally. Damn.”

Leaning back in, this time you whisper, “Sorry, guys.”

“Hey, McGarrett?” Tani speaks calmly but you can hear an edge of tension to her voice. “At your 4 o’clock, there’s two guys in suits who’ve had an eye on your table all night. I thought they were watching for potential card counting but they seem to have taken an interest in you and Y/N.”

“Copy,” Steve says quietly, pulling you closer to his body in a protective move in case all hell breaks loose.

“Let’s just show them we’re not a threat,” you offer.

“You want to go back in?”

“I was thinking of a more… hands on approach.” As the clicking of Italian leather shoes on the polished floor grows closer to you, you spin Steve around and push him against the wall, crashing into him for a heated kiss. His strong hands caress your bare back for a moment before one stays put to hold you against him while the other deftly undoes the knot holding your bun, your hair cascading down to its full length so Steve can use it for better leverage. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as he kisses you like a man starved until you’re shaken from your stupor by yelling approaching the lobby.

“Hey! Five-0! Stop running, dumbass!”

Without opening your eyes or breaking your kiss, you stick your foot out at the opportune time, making contact with the ankle of your diamond thief’s leg so he goes sprawling. There’s a faint splash to your right, and when you pull away for a breath, you can see your necklace winking at you from the lobby fountain.

Danny catches up to the scene and yells, “Hands- hey! Hands!”

Lee raises his hands above his head with a sigh, but your cousin continues on, “You two! Yeah, let me see your hands, too!” You turn to find Danny’s gun aimed at the diamond smuggler, but his fiery eyes are trained on you while Tani and Junior wrestle the other two lackeys to the floor nearby. You exchange a look with Steve, then feel the warmth of his palms leave your bare skin as the two of you slowly raise your hands as well. Clearing your throat, you offer meekly, “We’re really into method acting?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Danny growls, slapping zip ties on a defiant Lee and ratcheting them tight before hauling him to his feet.

“Hey, man, ease up,” he whines and Danny barks, “You shut up.” He continues lamenting his woes audibly as he leads the thief to the waiting squad car, grumbling, “Had enough of all of you. My baby cousin and my best friend. Christ. What am I gonna tell my aunt?”

Steve whistles low under his breath when Danny’s out of earshot, then mutters, “That could’ve gone better.”

“On the plus side,” you comment, “he still referred to you as his best friend.”

Tani shoots you a sympathetic smile when she passes by with the man she apprehended, but Junior wastes no time leaning in and playfully tutting, “Bus-ted.” Steve raises one eyebrow and he tacks on a hurried, “Sir.”

—————

With Lee and his crew stewing in interrogation and HPD clearing the scene, you’re left sitting on the couch in Steve’s office like kids who got sent to the principal for misbehaving in school. The three of you must look ridiculous from the rest of the team’s point of view- you clad in spare clothes from Steve’s wardrobe in his office that you’re positively swimming in, your 40-plus-year-old boyfriend in a full tux with his bow tie and top few buttons undone, hand pressed over his mouth to avoid saying something that will further incense your cousin, and said cousin still dressed in his shirt and tie pacing the floor in front of you with his hands flying to emphasize every point he makes.

“And you-” Danny pauses his pacing to point an accusatory finger at his best friend. “How old are you, huh?” The finger changes angles to point at you. “And how old is she?”

“Do you want me to actually answer the quest-”

“No, Steve, they’re rhetorical questions! I know how old you are, and I’ll tell you! Too old for my baby cousin, that’s how old, huh? What’s the matter with you?”

“Why don’t you let Y/N speak for herself, Danny? Gotta let her grow up, buddy, c’mon now.”

“Thank you!” you cry. “Can I say something?”

The blonde and brunette duo turns to look at you with the same infuriating, incredulous look before simultaneously deciding, “No.”

“Alright, y’know what?” You slap your hands against your thighs and stand with a huff. “You two-” You point back and forth between Steve and Danny before continuing, “You work out your little marital spat. Daniel, when you’re ready to talk to me like the adult I am, I’ll be with Tani. After I drink some water. Because I’m still buzzed.” With that, you attempt to walk out of your boyfriend’s office with your head held high but are thwarted by the door, pushing on it to no avail.

“It’s a pull-” Danny says quietly, and Steve jumps in at the same time, “Pull, babe, you gotta pull on the-”

“I got it,” you bark at them, tugging on the glass door with a grumble about architectural intuitiveness.

After a long conversation with Steve and a short interrogation with Lee and his associates, Danny finds you nursing a bottle of water in Tani’s office, as promised. She slips out as your cousin takes a seat next to you, pulling you into a hug that you allow yourself to melt into even though you mutter all the while under your breath about his overprotective nature.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t just tell me you were seeing Steve.”

Woah. What?

“What?” Danny laughs. “You were right. We should talk about this like adults.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“The ‘Woah. What?’? Yeah, you did, babe, it was very much not an inside thought.”

“Excellent,” you laugh, nodding solemnly. “Well, um, thank you for that. And sorry for not coming out and just telling you.”

“Guess I made it pretty hard for you to tell me, huh? What with the two rules and-”

“Yup.”

“But everybody else knew or-”

“Tani knew, cause she’s my girl, y’know. Grace figured it out pretty quickly. Pretty sure Lou’s had a feeling since at least Thanksgiving, honestly.”

Danny sits back with a start, pulling away from your hug. “How long has this been going on?”

With a sigh, you realize it’s time to come clean. “You remember when I wanted to go on that dive with you, and you said I should take Steve since you don’t ‘do water’? Well, Steve took me to this really beautiful dive spot and we kind of made a day of it so…”

“That was like-”

“A while-”

“Like seven months ago!”

“I mean, we didn’t exactly start dating on that day- well, no, we kind of did,” you correct yourself quietly, biting your lip with a grimace, but Danny’s already halfway across the floor back to Steve’s office. Lou takes the opportunity to poke his head in to check on you and you draw out a slow, “So Lou…” He raises one eyebrow in question, and you dare to ask, “Would now be a bad time to tell Danny about Will and Grace?”

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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.

[loveisfriendship]

The worst Valentines day… maybe?

Author’s Note: Hey everyone.

I watched Hawaii 5-0 a while back apparantly and it was the episode with the Valentines day stories and came up with this. Found this in my drafts.

Enjoy.

Love,

Lis

You were sitting in the car with Lou as everyone was trying to find out, how Steve got the shiner and what your part was in it.

“You’re a Seal. I mean come on. How do you get a shiner like that?” Danny argues, making Lou laugh hysterically.

They argued back and forth and soon enough Lou, then Chin and lastly Danny explain why their Valentines day was miserable.

“You know what Danny?” you ask.

“What?” he asked annoyed.

“For someone who always makes fun of Steve and me, about how unromantic we are and how we are not able to show our feelings, your stunt with Melissa is really telling a lot about you.”

Lou was suppressing a smile and looked out the window.

“Yeah, of course.” Danny grumbled and you could hear a faint laugh from Steve.

“At least I don’t have a shiner.” Danny retorts, making Steve shut up.

“Come on now, guys. We have all told our stories. Now you need to tell us all what happened.” Kono interjects. You hear Steve sigh and then hear him mumble something.

“What was that?” Danny asks, before you can.

“I said, fine. Go ahead babe.” Steve answers, giving you permission to share the story. You also sigh, knowing where this is going to go.

“Fine, we had a wonderful evening. Steve took me out in the evening, we had a really awesome dinner. We went for a wonderful and super romantic walk on the beach…” you emphasize the word romantic, for Danny to hear, making everyone chuckle over the in-ears.

“And then we got home, and Steve led me in with my eyes closed. I didn’t know what was coming next, but he positioned me and told me to keep my eyes closed.” You explain, earning curious looks from Lou.

“I hope this is a family friendly version.” Danny remarks and followed by a quiet “Ow”, when Steve hits him.

“Anyway..” you move on. Well when I was allowed to open my eyes, Steve had hid and in front of me was a nerfgun.” And as you say the word nerfgun, everyone groans.

“You’re not serious?” Lou asks and you nod your head at him.

“You two are freaks.” Danny says and Kono and Chin agree. Lou also nodding his head along.

“Moving on!” you interrupt them all “We have a nerfgun hunt around the house. It was fun and a bit childish. And as soon as Steve was out of munition, which always happens to him first, he tackles me to the couch. I head him coming though but miscalculated my shot and…. Well….” You trail off and everyone erupts in laughter.

“Wait with the munition or with the gun?” Lou asks while laughing.

“Kinda both…” you say with a high pitched voice, raising your shoulders and mustering an guilty smile.

Everybody keeps laughing and Danny just concludes with a typical: “That’s why you don’t play with guns in the house.” Which makes them all laugh harder.

But before you can continue, your suspects move and you all get back to the case. But Steve and you are sure that this topic will come up again in the evening.

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[sunny-mercya]

Climate Adjustment

Steve McGarrett x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hawaii Five 0

Masterlist

Steve crouched in front of the couch, concern etched onto his face—a telltale sign is how he nibbles onto the left side of his lower lip—as he run his hand over your sweat coated, feverish, forehead and through your hair.

»How you feeling today? Any better?« asked Steve, laying the thin wool blanket—which had fallen off during your few hours of sleep—back over your, tugging you in a bit.

Even weeks later—when Steve had decided, discussing such big decisions with you of course first beforehand, to stay in Hawaii (his home country), after the funeral of his father and being offered a job as a Commander for a new special task force team—you still weren't adjusting well to the Hawaiian climate, being stuck in a constantly state of feeling sickly.

From nausea and stomach cramps, to muscle aches and feverish headaches and all the way to minimal blood in your urin—the list of symptoms you currently experience, more like suffering thru, wasn't a short termed diagnosis.

At first Steve believed it's just a one week thing—after all, Danny too didn't take the all Hawaiian Vibe well at first, but now his friend is only being huffy iffy about it—but after a week turned into a another and into third and fourth passing one, Steve begun to worry that it might be something much serious.

»...not so....good...« you mumbled out, barely glancing at your boyfriend, eyes too heavy riddled with clustering sleep.

»Alright. We're going to the doctor.« Steve sits you up—putting the blanket around your shivering body like a jacket—taking out his keys from the pockets, before picking you up and carrying you out of the house and into the car.

~~~•~~~

Steve had been halfway to the hospital—because he still hadn't found a main doctor to go to—when Danny called and telling him how his requirement is needed for stopping a bank hostage.

And Steve had half a mind to tell Danny off, that he couldn't come—because you and your health is priority right now—but Steve, here comes his Navy Sea characteristics, had to fulfil his job as well—a job to which he had sworn the Pledge of Allegiance to it, to protect and defend the country and its citizens from any harm.

So, Steve—albeit hesitantly and with a heavy sighed glance towards your exhausted, slumped, from in the passenger seat next to him—told Danny he's on his way.

»I'm sorry, [Nickname]. We're at the hospital soon, I just need to do a quick stop before. Promise it won't take long.« Steve placed his hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

When Steve stepped out of the car—after making sure the windows are open, you having a bottle of water and still tucked in the blanket—Danny came jogging towards him, giving a update of the current situation as he puts on his bulletproof vest.

»Why did you bring [Name] along?« ask Danny, walking towards your side of the car and opening the door—wanting to give you a short greeting, only to see your sweaty and flushed face.

»Did you two had car sex?« it had been a serious legitimate question of Danny, when he saw your face and it had been the only conclusion as of why you looked like this—Steve expression crunched up into a disbelief of irritation, couldn't what stupidity he just heard from his partner.

»No. We didn't. [Name]'s sick, was just about to take him to the hospital, when you called.«

»Oh,« was all Danny could say, crouching down and patting your knee for attention, sending a small comforting smile your way—but just like with Steve before, you barely could give a glance back.

»Hey, [Nickname], we won't take long. Promise. You think you can hold out so long?« and when you nodded as a answer, Danny patted your knee again.

~~~•~~~

No one in Five-0 had thought, or more like calculated in, when one of the suspects runs out of the bank—that you're being taken as a hostage and with you being sick, you weren't able to possibly defend yourself.

Though they haven't to think about a way of getting you out of the hostage situation—as Steve, who had followed another suspect through a backdoor, had come out from a alley

Steve marched towards the suspect, looking murderous brooding—expression a furious sneer of anger—as he loomed, with his tall height, behind the man and takes the guy with one quick movement into a chokehold and Steve throws him over his shoulder, hard onto the ground.

You sagged to the ground like a stingless puppet, breathing heavily—face even more flushed than before—headache pounding into your skull and while you glanced up to the worried faces of Danny and Kono, you swore you saw their swirling twins.

Steve was at your side in a instant, heaving you up in his arms—asking the others if they could do the rest on their own and without even waiting for a answer, Steve brought you back to the car and starts driving with too much speed to the hospital.

~~~•~~~

»What did the Doctor said?« asks Danny, who had came to Steves home after they finished the case—wanting to check up on you as well, after all you're his friend—taking the bottle of beer, which Steve offers to him with a thanks.

»[Name]'s body isn't adapting to the sudden climate change as it should, which is the reason why he gotten so sick. Doctor gave me a prescription for some medication injections and [Name] should be getting better in two weeks.« Steve lets himself fall onto the couch.

»I hope so.« adds Steve after a minute of silence, taking another sip from his beer.

Even when coming back home and Steve carrying you upstairs to bed—the past weeks you had slept on the couch, hadn't the energy to even move yourself upstairs—you looked much worse than this morning, when Steve had decided to bring you to the doctor.

Steve had just injected you with a medicine dose—Doctor telling him it's easier this way than with pills or liquid medicine to drink—cooling down your feverish heated skin, with a cold washcloth, when Danny ringed the door and now he tells his partner about his worries.

»[Name] getting better, don't worry too much.«

And Steve really does hope so.