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Damned Spot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And if you do?”

“Aim for center mass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Center mass,” you answer dutifully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“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.

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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.”

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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.”

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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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trust me, I know.”

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

“Y/N-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is, too!”

“Who’s gonna be the judge, huh?”

“All of our friends.”

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

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

“You’re on, Mrs. McGarrett.”

“What did I just say to you?”

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

“You’re so annoying, Steve.”

“I know.”

“But I love you.”

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

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

[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.

[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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Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Explosion / Steve

Imagine being Steve's fiancee and after the two of you having an argument, you're nearly killed by a perp he was after and you wind up with temporary hearing loss.

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“Steve, STEVE!” You screamed. You knew you were screaming by the pain in your throat but you couldn’t hear anything. Not the fire blazing around you from the explosion, not the noise from the wind and the sirens, not even your own voice. You touched your ears and felt wet dripping from them and when you pulled you hands away they had blood on them. You felt someone grab your shoulder and you yelled again, but no sound came. Then Steve was in front of your, kneeling and grabbing your face in his saying something over and over to you. You could see his mouth move, watched as his throat worked, but nothing came in the deafening silence from your ears.

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Paradise Undone| 1| S. McGarrett

Summary: Gracie isn’t the only reason why Danny Williams relocated to Hawaii, his youngest sister Emily is a nurse in the navy and is stationed at Pearl Harbor and is in an on again off again fling with Steven McGarrett.

His new partner. And Danny is dead set on keeping them apart as much as he wanted his sister happy, the last person he wanted her to be with was Steve McGarrett

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This wasn’t the first time that Emily Williams had been asked to come see her brother Danny, a police detective first with the New York Police department and now with the Honolulu police department, to patch him up and it wouldn’t be the last but this was the first time that the man she had been sleeping with on and off with was sitting on the rolling chair next to the desk. “Shit.” She cursed herself before she stepped into the office, “Danno? What did you do now?” Danny, who had been lecturing Steve, paused and smiled seeing her. “It was all him Em.” Emily finally met Steve’s dark eyes and was glad to see the surprise in them. The last time they had seen each other, they had been in Japan and she was getting ready to ship back out to the states.

“And who is he?”

Danny was oblivious to the uneasy stare between the two, he was eager to start another long bitching session about his new partner and his sister usually listened. “Steve McGarrett.” Danny asked as she started looking at the wound on his shoulder.

“As in the McGarrett case?” She glanced over at Steve who was putting two and two together, Emily had told him stories about her siblings, especially her stuffy older brother.

“Yeah. He got me shot Em? Can you believe that?” The older Williams sibling questioned turning his head to watch his sister work.

“Not really, you got held hostage before, and had to have knee surgery after that case with Libby went wrong. So this doesn’t surprise me at all.” She answered, “didn’t you have the paramedics look at this?” “Why? When I have a nurse on speed dial?” Danny asked, “Em here is in the navy too but her contract is up soon.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve asked, folding his arms, eyes never leaving the siblings, curious. Emily was the exact opposite of his new partner, she had always been quick to laugh and enjoy herself while Danny wasn't that.

“Supposedly she wants to stay. God knows why.”

“Three things Danno, beach, warm weather and you and Gracie.” Emily paused as she opened an alcohol wipe, “and there is no Clara,” Clara was their mother who along with their two sisters Bridgett and Stella were very interested in when Emily was going to settle down and have kids.

“That is our mother.” Danny started before wincing when she dug her gloved thumb into the wound in annoyance . “I know that Daniel but she doesn’t harp on you. “When are you going to have kids Emily? You are such a young and pretty girl.”

Unable to help himself Steve coughed out a laugh, he had heard that impression one too many times which caused Emily to laugh. “Do you two know each other?” Danny asked after a heartbeat, “you can’t know each other.”

“We know each other.” They both answered.

“No, no Emily! Wait, this isn’t the guy you shacked up with in Cuba is it?” Emily pressed her lips together in a tight line so she wouldn’t start laughing outright.

“Emily Anne! Tell me the truth.”

“No comment.” she risked a glance over to Steve who was studying her every movement. “Do you need me to pick up Gracie after school?” Being able to have a relationship with her niece was part of the reason why she jumped on being stationed at Pearl Harbor.

“Emily! Tell me the truth.” Danny had glossed over her question like she had expected him too and he was furious. Like Matthew, their brother, he was fiercely over protective of Emily and their other sisters.

“Yes, okay?” she snapped back as she started bandaging the wound. “But you have no room to talk, Daniel. You are the one who ended up marrying someone you pulled over.” Another quiet laugh escaped Steve, he had heard all about her brother’s ex-wife after she found out that she had filed for divorce causing a smile to twitch on the corner of her mouth. “You told a total stranger about my personal life?”

The younger Williams sibling smiled then, “Well yeah, he's a good listener and I had to have someone to talk to. And I was not going to use the satellite phone to call Clara.”

Groaning Danny dropped his chin to his chest, “You two are going to put me in an early grave.”

“Don't be so dramatic Danny.” Emily rolled her eyes, “We both know that it will be Rachel and step Stan.”

“Step Stan?” Steve stepped in, unable to help himself, now that he was putting faces with names, things started making sense and he wanted to try and diffuse the situation mostly for Emily’s sake.

“Rachel's new husband. He seems nice.” The younger sibling returned. “You only say that because he tried to buy your affection too.” Steve and Emily exchanged a look with furrowed brows. “Are you still bitter that I attended the wedding for Gracie’s sake?” Danny huffed as he stood up and went into one of the glass offices. “Grace begged and pleaded for me to go, I was on leave.” she informed as she started gathering up the used supplies to throw them away, “I tried to talk Rachel out of it, including offering to be her getaway driver.” “Does he know that?” Emily shook her head, “He wouldn't listen, probably never will.”

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"Alright. Spill it, McGarrett! You've been sitting on that rock for weeks now. Did you propose?"

Steve turned to his friend feigning insult.

Seeing as Grover stood there, not backing down, he gave in. With a big sigh, he decided to indulge his friend.

"Got some flowers, took Y/N to dinner. We were all dressed up, the restaurant was top notch, candles and champagne on the table, and the food was amazing. We got to desert and I had the restaurant put the ring and the box next to the little cupcake Y/N ordered. It was phenomenal."

Grover absorbed every word, teetering on edge the whole time, waiting for Steve to tell him the outcome.

"Soooo?" he paused to emphasize his point.

"What?" Steve shot back unfazed, teasing to further bait his friend.

"What did Y/N say?"

At that, Steve's features lit up with the smuggest smile ever, his eyes sparkling with joy and confidence, and his body betraying him as he swayed from one foot to the other with giddiness.

"Well done, my brotha! Welcome to the hitched club." Grover cheered, giving Steve a firm pat on the back.

[hawaiifiveoh]

full circle | steve mcgarrett

Gif originally posted by tissueoflies

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

steve mcgarrett x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you think I have control issues?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’d I do?” Lynn asked out loud.

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

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

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

“What song was it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?” McGarrett innocently questioned.

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Summer break prompt list please send request

24 "Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" "I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here." "You gave me a heart-attack!"

55 “ you’re on my side. move. “

58 . "This is illegal!" "Human laws don't apply to me." "They apply to me!"

59 “no we are not together!! … at least not yet…”

60 "On the count of three, okay?"

62 “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

63 “Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.”

64 “That is an obscene amount of glitter."

66 “I can’t believe you brought an extra one just for me.”

67 "What the hell did I just walk into?"

68 What do you want me to do? Throw popcorn at them?”

69  “Oh my gosh, wait, is this legal?” “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

72 “I didn’t do it.” “Then why are you laughing?” “Cause, whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

73 “For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

[becksiceundlachsfilet]

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.

There's a playlist you can listen to while reading... Enjoy!

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.

[amarabliss]

The story Daddy's girl, I really like it but only found the first chapter. Where are all the chapters posted? Are they on fan fiction, ao3, wattpad, quotev?

https://www.tumblr.com/amarabliss/166352017185/daddys-girl-25-steve-mcgarrettreader?source=share

[slutforsilverfoxes]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Babe!”

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

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

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

[delulu-hours]

Big idiot

Paring: Steve McGarrett x Latina!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your big idiot." He took another fruit.

[loveisfriendship]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [11/?]

Author’s Note: Hello all, after ages I have come back to writing. I feel like my brain fog is lifting slowly but surely. I have made some life changes, like working out more but also I stopped taking my contraception. And holy shit, my mind and my body are changing. I cannot describe it another way than my brain fog lifting. And suddenly there are words flying out of my fingers again.

And while rereading this story I have realized that I switched the perspective at some point without realizing :D But it feels more natural like this. And let’s not talk about time lapses and where everyone ends up and if its realistic. I am in too deep to make it right :D

I hope the tag list is still up to date and I haven’t missed anyone. If so, please send me message.

It feels good and relaxing to write again. And I am in desperate need of a hobby again.

Anyway…

Enjoy.

Love,

Lis

Previously….

“You stupid thing. What did you do?” he asks as he cups your face in his hands smiling at you and you immediately tear up.

“A lot. And it cost me a lot as well.” You cry, as he embraces you in his arms and you just cry.

You two stayed like that for a while. On the one side you are relieved that you have reached your brother and that he is alive. And he can walk, so he is not as bad in shape as you thought. On the other hand you cry even more about how you reached him in the first place.

He pulls back and cups your face in his hands again, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“I can’t believe you are here.” He says and smiles at you. You smile back and also raise your hands to his head. You go through his hair and look into the eyes you have missed so much.

“I can’t believe you are alive.” You say, going over the beard that grew, indicating just how long he must be captured. But the mention of his being alive makes his face form a confused look.

“What do you mean alive?” he asks as he helps you stand up to your feet. You dust yourself off and take a look around the room. A small window and sand everywhere, but nothing else. Thick concrete walls surround you and a heavy and rusty metal door behind you. You focus on the person in front of you again and look him up and down. He still looks beaten and has aged a lot. He is thin and completely out of his SEAL shape. But he can stand and walk and talk and that is important.

“I thought you were dead. We all did. After we split on that mission… Even the Nacy pronounced you dead. We couldn’t find you, and believe me I tried everything I could. But there was no trace from you.” You say and send him a sad smile, suppressing the urge to cry again and fall in his arms. You need to focus. There will be enough time later to catch up…maybe.

“Really? That’s why I have been stuck all this time here?” he asks, realizing the impact of your words.

“Yes, I’m so sorry JJ. If I would have known you were still alive… I would have never stopped looking.” You answer, taking his hands into yours. He grabs them and looks at them.

“Were you married?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You heart stops a beat at the word married.

“No…” you gulp, taking a deep, shaky breath. “But I was engaged until yesterday.” You whisper, looking at your hand and realizing what he saw…

The tan line where your ring used to be.

Back on Hawaii…

Whenever there is nothing to discuss and everyone is going after hints and trying to get information, all Steve does in look at the dot on the screen. The dot that resembles you. Somewhere deep in a jungle. Kono is scanning the area right now, trying to get pictures that are up to date. Joe is still trying to get someone from the Navy to HQ, getting more and more pissed and irritated. Chin, Danny and Lou left a while ago to check all relevant houses for more clues. Steve has a feeling though, that there is nothing more to find. What else could there be? He would love to be on his way there now, but the 48h are not over yet.

He took your engagement ring and put it on a necklace to wear. He wants to have it with him, to give it back to you, as soon as he can. All the clues you left and the fake death certificate are scattered on his desk. He can’t imagine, what you might be feeling, thinking that he is dead. Or maybe he can? He has basically lost you, too. Has not certainty if you survive and if he gets to you in time.

Steve is pulled out of his thoughts when his phone rings.

“McGarrett.”

“Steve, hi, here is Hawkeye.” Dr. Pierce answer.

“Hi Hawkeye, what can I do for you?” Steve asks, hoping there is anything helpful for your case.

“I remembered something. (Y/N) left me a password.”

“A password? For what?” Steve sits up straight in his chair.

“I don’t know. She just wrote down a word in her file. I have no idea what it is for.”

“What’s the word?”

“Waterloo.”

As Steve hears that word, there is slight twitch on his lips to a smile. Waterloo is an insider between the two of you. It’s not about the word or history, but actually about the song from ABBA. You always called Steve your waterloo.

“Thank you, Hawkeye.” Steve says softly,

“Do you know what it could be for?”

“No, but we will figure it out.”

“Okay, good luck then.” Hawkeye says and both say their goodbyes.

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[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Steve / Dance (Unknown)

Imagine getting married to Steve McGarrett

------- Imagine -------

The wedding was perfect. Of course, little things went wrong as they always do with weddings, but nothing anyone else but you and Steve would notice and you were both so deliriously happy that you really didn’t care. Your favorite part however was after the wedding was over, you and Steve wer both in your cozy clothes, your bodies sore aand tired after the long day. Even so you held each other and danced on your porch just taking in the moment that you were finally each other’s one and only.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Paradise Undone |2 | S. McGarrett

Two

Emily bade her oldest brother goodbye and made him promise to be careful before she slipped out of the office and waited in the hallway until Steve followed her and pulled her into the stairwell. His mouth covered hers desperate like he had the last night they had in Japan. "Steve, I'm so sorry about your dad." She mumbled against his mouth, "I tried to get out of my shift to go but McCormick wouldn't let me leave." Sara McCormick was her superior officer and hated Emily and how quick she was on her feet and the smart-ass attitude she had when she knew she was right.

Which was a lot of the time and they both knew it.

He shook his head as if he were waving her statement.

He didn't want to see her in a moment of weakness. She only knew him as a strong leader and that's what she needed to keep picturing him as. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Not around me." Not wanting to talk about it, he pressed a bruising kiss on her mouth. The vibrating of her phone pulled them apart and she muttered a curse. She pulled it out of her scrub pocket and groaned when she saw the message, "Sorry, I got to go back to base." "Come over later.' It wasn't a question, it was an order. "Of course." She returned with a smirk as he bent his head to kiss her again. "Go, we don't need Sara punishing you for being late again." She pressed another kiss to his mouth again before going down the stairs.

***

Emily was still tingling when she walked into the hospital. She knew that Steve had been back in Hawaii for the funeral but she didn't realize he had stayed. Of course he had, he wasn't going to rest until the man who killed his father was caught. But what surprised her the most was him working with her ultra stuffy serious older brother.

"You good Williams?" McCormick asked as she came around the counter and placed her phone down on the desk.

"I am fine, my brother just got hurt and I went to double-check his injury." She answered.

The older woman gave her a look, 'It's not that. You saw McGarrett."

Emily pursed her lips together and picked up the files that were on the desk to go through. "McGarrett? As in Commander McGarrett? The man you almost got court-martialed for?" Jane, one of the the other nurses who had been with them for a long time asked as she joined them.

"That would be the one." The lead nurse returned a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, knowing that she would be getting under Emily's skin.

"His father died, he is on the Island." The blonde said shortly as she started flipping through the files. "Did you see him?"

"Yes, he is my brother's new partner." The former New Yorker finally spat, knowing that she wouldn't be able to keep it from them forever "And no we don't need to talk about it. It's not any of your business."

"It may not be our business now Sargent but when he breaks your heart it will be." Sarah commented as the girl tapped her finger against the files, "And you know he will, he loves Catherine Rollins just as much as he loves you."

"Let me make one thing completely clear ma'am. Steve McGarrett doesn'tnor will he everlove me. I am just a piece of ass for him." She snapped, "That's it. Excuse me."

**

"Commander McGarrett? Can I help you with something?" Sarah asked as the Commander came onto the floor where they were working just before quitting time. "Where is Williams?" He asked they had brought him in after the whole incident with Victor Hesse and he knew that Emily was there. "Locker room." The redhead tilted her head down the hall to the room.

"Thanks." He answered tensely before he walked down the hall and peeked into the locker room.

The blonde was standing at her locker standing with her back to him, her eyes on her phone. "Hey, you.' He greeted causing her to spin and look at him dropping her phone with a thud onto the floor.

"Steve! What happened?"

"Caught Victor Hesse."

'Victor Hesse? The bastard that you have chased all over the world for 5 years?" Emily questioned as she stood up on her tiptoes to look at the cut and butterfly bandages on his cheek. Not that she didn't trust the nurses downstairs, she did but it always made her feel better if she could double-check their work.

Steve nodded as his free hand caught a hold of her waist and pulled her into him. "He killed my father." The blonde hissed and shook her head, she knew all about Victor Hesse and his brother Anton, she had even been on a task with him and other SEALs trying to hunt them down before she got injured. "Is he dead?" The commander was quiet as his fingers dipped under the material of her scrub down to trace a pattern across the skin of her lower back.

"Steve? Is he dead?" She repeated, cupping his cheeks in her hands, her thumb rubbing against the non-bruised cheekbone.

"Yes." He answered after taking a deep calming breath, he made the right choice of asking to be taken to the hospital on base so he could see Emily afterward, she offered a different sort of comfort than Catherine did.

She offered not only the physical aspect of everything but the emotional side of things, it oddly felt like she was the one that completed him. But he wasn't ready to go to that step yet.

"Can you give me a ride back to the palace? I need to check on your brother and the others" He finally said, pulling away to look at her.

"Of course." She returned pulling away from him fully to gather her belongings.

"Have you seen the hell hole that he has your niece going into it?" "Yes. I tried to tell him we could get a place together that wasn't as bad but he refused, he doesn't want help." Emily had fought with her brother about it, wanting to get off of the base and away from most of the girls in her unit. But Danny stayed stubborn and didn't listen to her or their mother. "What are you thinking?" The Commander smirked, he had to give it to her, she caught on very easily and was usually right there with his plans.

The exact opposite of her brother.

**

At first, Emily wanted to stay behind in her car and let Steve go in and check on her brother and the rest of the team but he insisted that she come in and meet the other two members of the team and he thought that the gift card to the hotel would sound better coming from both of them compared to just him. Instantly, the natural shyness that she had came forth and she grabbed onto Steve's good arm, her blue eyes going from the men working on setting up stuff to the glass office.

"Emily!" Danny's voice exclaimed from his office, "You won't be what he did this time." "What else did you do to my brother?" She asked looking up at the Commander and then at her brother who looked more upset than he had earlier that day. 'He drove a police cruiser onto a freighter boat." "You did what?" She shouldn't have been surprised but she was, Steve was known to do stuff like that especially if he thought it would get their mission completed. Danny nodded smirking, this was a good way to get her to stop seeing him, "He drove a car onto a moving boat with me in it.' Chewing on the inside of her bottom lip thoughtfully before giggling, "Yeah that's pretty on track with him.' "Em, I don't want you seeing him anymore." He ordered causing her to laugh even more before turning back to the two other people in the bullpen. 'Yeah, I don't think that is going to happen." Steve chuckled if she didn't listen to her mother what made Danny think she would listen to him

[power-of-imagine]

Imagine coming in at the end of Steve's shift to go for lunch as he promised.

As you walk into the room, you notice he's got someone else there. A man you've never met before, but everyone seems well acquainted with and at ease around, even Steve.

Steve's initial smile and spark in his eye faded in a split second. The moment the man who introduced himself as Harry Langford laid his eyes on you and commented on your beauty; effectively flirting with you, Steve's face went stone cold.

The side eye he gave Harry was piercing. One wrong move and the poor guy would end up shackled in one of the interrogation rooms in the basement.

The way Steve controlled himself was not only visible, but palpable in the air. The vibe seemed to have no effect on Harry though, as he continued to shower you with compliments.

You were dumbfounded, never having been flirted with so heavily, and in front of your current boyfriend. It made your palms sweat and your skin suddenly felt too tight. The air seemingly left the room, you were hoping Steve would jump in and save you.

But then Harry asked something that gave you the chance to end the torture. "A lovely lady like yourself surely has someone, or am I mistaken?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, she does." you interjected happily.

"A very handsome, sweet and protective man who promised her lunch. Isn't that right, babe?" you added, looking straight at Steve.

Steve's smirk was as big as you've ever seen it. He didn't move an inch, just waited for Harry's reaction, which, along with the slight blush on his cheeks, came out in a sort of stutter.

You chuckled and the only thing Steve said was "That's right" as he sauntered over, leading you to the elevator, his arm firmly around your waist.