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urwarriorangel · 6 years
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princess (steve mcgarrett)
heyo babes! my first valentine’s day fic and it’s for five-0 heartthrob steve mcgarrett! i hope you guys like this! i enjoyed writing it and it’s a little fastpaced but it’s fun! as always, pls lmk what you think! <3 xoxo
w: innuendos, moments of self doubt (!!!gifs not mine!!!)
“Is it alright if I call you princess?” (@rpstartersforyou)
You’ve been working with Five-0 for nearly a year now and you and Commander McGarrett still don’t get along. You got off on the wrong foot, you disobeyed him (for the team’s well-being), and you constantly argued.
Now is another one of those times.
“What the hell were you thinking Y/LN? You could have gotten us all killed!” McGarrett’s got you locked up in his office and he’s giving you a very BIG piece of his mind. You sitting there silently isn’t helping his mood. “I asked you a question! Answer it before I suspend you.”
“Suspend me?” You look up at him, anger and betrayal painted in your features. “You’re going to suspend me for making the call that eventually saved all of our asses?”
“I’m going to suspend you for putting us all at risk, Y/N. Now tell me what the hell were you thinking?” He slams his hands on the desk and you stand up to be at least eye-to-chest level with him.
“I’m not going to apologize for my actions, Commander! I took a calculated risk. I knew what the outcome would be. The worst thing that would happen is I’d have a few scratch marks, case in point,” you point out the three stitches on your temple and the one small gash on your cheek. “If I hadn’t taken the risk, you would have died. Kono would be in surgery right now. Danny would’ve been taken hostage and Chin would have been a wreck. I wouldn’t let that happen.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What does all that mean?” He glares at you and you shake your head, laughing softly.
“I know I haven’t been a part of this team as long as the other’s have and I know you hate me, but I would never put any of you at risk. Me being hurt isn’t nearly as big an issue as the rest of you being hurt. I’ll be just fine,” you grab your things and make your way to the door.
“The fact of the matter is that one of us gets hurt. It doesn’t matter which one, Y/N,” Steve shakes his head at you and you give him a smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
“You’re all family. It matters,” you pat his arm and make your way out of his office, the reality of it all settling in. They’re a family you’re not a part of. You give the rest of your team a small smile and head on home.
You take the long way home, enjoying the scenery and reminding yourself of the good things on this damn island. By the time you make it home, you’re tired and worn out and you don’t notice the light on in your kitchen until it’s too late.
“It’s about time you made it home,” a voice calls out and pull your gun out, aiming it at the direction the voice came from. “It’s Steve, by the way. Put your gun down.”
“What the hell, McGarrett?” You lock the door and walk into the kitchen, brows furrowed. “What’s going on?”
“Well I feel bad for today. After you uh stormed out earlier, I-”
“Hold on, stormed out? Buddy, I kissed your cheek and walked out. And I said bye to everyone, so get your facts right boss,” you raise a brow at him and he holds his hands up in surrender.
“Fine, after you left,” he emphasizes the word eft and you roll your eyes at him. “After you left, I talked to the team. Chin reiterated what you said to me, said I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. They all said that I do, in fact, act like I hate you and I just want you to know that I don’t hate you. And I’m really sorry I gave you that impression.”
“Uh-huh,” you nod and walk into the kitchen, leaning against the countertop as Steve works on making food for you. “Whatcha making sailor?”
“Fettuccine Alfredo. I figure, you know. It’s Valentine’s day. You deserve something good to eat after all the apparent shit I put you through,” he shrugs and you look to the bottle of wine sitting by the sink.
“And you brought wine?” You smirk and walk over to grab the bottle. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Commander McGarrett wanted to get laid tonight.”
“C’mon go easy on me,” he shrugs, focusing on the meal, and you laugh. “I didn’t know what to do so I, yes, I broke into your place and decided to be nice for once. And hey, listen to me.”
“Listening, boss. Look this way,” you hold up your phone, taking a video of your boss in a floral apron as he glares at his creation. He looks up at you, shaking his head.
“Put the phone down!” He groans and you laugh, shaking your head. “If any of this gets back to Danno, I’m gonna kick both your asses.”
“Right, right. You love Danno and I think I’m growing on you, so,” you smile as McGarrett rolls his eyes, seeing as you won’t put the phone down.
“Oh so this is how it’s gonna go, huh?” He turns down the stove temps and pulls off his apron but it’s not until he looks at you that you know you’re in trouble. “Alright.”
“No!” You yell and run out of the kitchen, Steve already on your tail. You jump over couches, go under tables and Steve obviously catches you in five seconds flat.
“I did ask you nicely,” he whispers, now straddling your waist and holding your hands over your head.
“You did. I also refused, very nicely if I do say so myself,” you clearly don’t know when to shut up and this makes your boss smile.
“You did ask nicely but I don’t like being disobeyed,” he gives you a pointed look and you smirk.
“Tell me boss, when has that stopped me before?”
“It hasn’t,” he chuckles and you nod, smiling widely.
“Exactly. Now c’mon. Let’s go eat,” you shrug under his grip and he nods, standing up and pulling you up with him.
“I’m hungry for something else entirely now,” he whispers and you do your best to ignore the blush rising to your cheeks.
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“Really now? And what is that?” You stand in front of him, daring him to make a move.
“Some of Kamekona’s shrimp, actually,” he clears his throat and you laugh, throwing a nearby pillow at him.
“Screw you,” you walk back into the kitchen, leaving behind a laughing Steve.
“Come on, princess. You know I was joking,” he comes over to you and you raise a brow at the new nickname. “Oh, is it okay if I call you princess? Y’know, seeing as you don’t listen to anyone and just do what you want?”
“You can call me that if you give me something to talk about. And between me and you?” You grab him by the collar and pull him close, your lips brush against his as he awaits your response. “I’ll be talking a lot about how you managed to burn some pasta.”
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