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[the-random-phan]

Ectober Day 25- Boo!

[chameleon-of-the-fandom]

Two Month Regrets

Words: 1147 Summary: Requested by @hawaiianohana15: how about a Steve mcgarrett reader where I confess my feelings to him as I lay in his arms feeling his heart against mine as we are finally together  at last 

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Sorry it took me so long.

“I’m sorry.” Everything said past that point didn’t need to be said, considering Steve McGarrett stood on your doorstep, apologizing at 3 AM. He was dumping you. As much as you didn’t want to hear him utter another word, my curiosity for the reasoning was even stronger. “Why? Why now?” The words burst from you. “Because, I can’t do my job and keep you safe.” The knife sits in your chest. “And now, because I can’t afford to continue this relationship if you can’t be safe.” The knife digs in. “Isn’t that my choice? Is it not my choice whether I am safe in a relationship or not?” Anger was lashing through your voice. “Of course, it is, (Y/N). But, even if you did, I couldn’t do that.” Hurt rushes to replace the anger.

That was two months ago, and tonight you’d be going to a nearby with some friends in an effort to finally move on. George and Jill were friends from your precinct. Tonight, they’d be playing wingman and wing-woman for you, which you appreciated greatly. But you also felt bad. Maybe, if you’d just proved- no. That line of thinking needed to end. There was nothing wrong with you, and if Steve didn’t see that, well, it was his loss.

The three of you sit at a table, near the counter. George decides he’s first. He walks over to a young man, blonde, late twenties, slim- but muscular. Kind of cute, you think, but… No, He is cute. George is a miracle-worker because he blondie coming over to chat.

“Liam, this is (Y/N),” George leans towards Blondie, “the single one. And that’s Jill. She’s isn’t single.” You both wave your hands respectively. A few minutes later, Jill announces she and George need a refill, trying to subtly give you and Liam some privacy. Unfortunately, Liam seems to have only stuck around for the crowd, because as soon as the other two are gone, he leaves as well. When George and Jill come back, you shrug before they eve open their mouths. But as Jill gets up for her turn, you see five familiar faces enter the bar. Thankfully, Jill sees them as well. So, does George. “New bar?” Jill asks. “Yeah, heard there was new one down on 21st.” You respond. The three of you make your way to the door. Five feet from the door, and you hear your name. You turn around to see who called and a very familiar face is heading in your direction. You turn to leave, anger at him bubbling up. “Wait, (Y/N)!” Steve yells again. You stop to face him before putting your hands on your hips. “What, Steve?” Exasperation dripping from your voice. “I just… I wanted to say hi.”

Steve sputters and he feels like a young boy, trying to tell his crush he likes her.  His face feels warm. “Oh? Great, you said hi. Can I leave now?” The annoyance in your tone causes hurt to wash over him. But he reminds himself, he’s the one who hurt you first. They’d been so close to finally capturing Wo Fat, but then Jenna and Korea happened. After that, Steve had lost faith in many things, one of them being his ability to keep you safe. About a week after he broke up with you, Danno confronted him about his attitude and yelled at him for hours. “Wait. Listen, (Y/N). I need to apologize. The way I handled certain events was… terrible, to say the least. I’m so sorry I took it out on you.” “Yeah, well,” you clearly hadn’t expected the apology.

Sighing internally, as you give into your lovesick urges, you respond, “how about we start over?” Steve nods his head in agreement before holding his hand out. “Hello, I’m Steve. You are?” You shake his hand, “(Y/N),” and smile. “Can I get you a drink, (Y/N)?” Steve asks, and you see Jill standing outside one of the windows, smiling and shooting you a thumbs up.

Three drinks and two hours later, you can feel the alcohol buzzing through your system. You glace down at your watch- 1:30 AM. You stand up, gathering your things. “Hey, Steve. Thanks for tonight.” He stands up. “You heading out?” Steve confirms. “Yeah.” “Let me walk you home.” Even though you know your judgement’s impaired, thanks to the alcohol, you agree.

Once you arrive home, you invite Steve inside. “So, this was a great first date.” You murmur. “I’d like to think so.” Steve replies. “Great. Hey, would you like to watch a movie?” You figure he’s already inside, why not? “Um, yeah. What were you thinking?” “How about Polar Express? It’s been a family tradition to watch it on Christmas Eve since I was little.” “I didn’t know that, and yeah, sounds great.” He tilts his head. You smirk, “Well, now you do.” As he flips through the TV screens, setting up the movie, you start the popcorn and grab a blanket for the two of you. When the popcorn finishes, you haul your treats out and sit next to him. It doesn’t take very long before you find your head in his lap and him smoothing your hair. Without thinking, you speak, “I never stopped loving you.” Steve starts at your words, but he knows you’re also not entirely sober, “How about you tell me that when you haven’t had any liquid courage?” He smiles gently, when instead of a response, he hears you gently snoring.

You wake up to sunlight streaming through your windows, and a touch of a headache. The night slowly filters through your mind and you decide to see if Steve decided to actually stay. You assume so, since you woke up in your bed after having fallen asleep on the sofa.

As you enter the living room, you hear movement from the couch. You grin, Steve has never been a still sleeper. You still confirm it’s him. Next thing on your morning to-do list is breakfast. You get started on that before Steve sits at your counter. He still looks half-asleep, “Sorry about the couch. I know it’s not the most comfortable thing in the world.” You flip the bacon. “Don’t worry about it. Shall we finish the movie after breakfast?” “Yeah, sounds good.”

After breakfast, you lay your head on Steve’s chest as he starts the movie. You can hear his pulse and it soothes you a little bit. “I know I said it last night, but I still love you, Steve.” The hand running through your hair stops, and you panic, thinking you moved a bit too fast. His response settles it almost instantaneously, though. “Sweetheart, I love you too. I’m sorry it took me two months and Danno chewing my ass out to finally figure it out.” “That’s okay. I still love you.” Today was gonna be fantastic.