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[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Headcanons for Deacon in a relationship with asexual GN!Reader:

(yes, I know he has four kids, humor me)

TW: brief mentions of sex

You had some inkling for a while that Deacon had feelings for you, but you didn't bring it up in case you got it wrong.

Since you were both on the same squad, that complicated matters enough.

When he finally confessed, it was bittersweet - you were elated, but equally dreading a confession of your own.

Because it had the potential to change everything. Not only between you and Deacon, but also between you and your team if word got out (and word always spread like wildfire in SWAT).

You had planned it so smoothly in your head. But when the time came to tell Deacon that you were asexual...you kind of just blurted it out.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, gauging his expression.

"Okay..." he hedges, but there's no judgment in his tone. "So that means...you don't feel the same way?"

You sigh and shake your head, explaining your lack of sexual attraction. You do like him in return, but it just doesn't translate to sex.

If you're completely sex repulsed, he doesn't bat an eye or recoil or show any indication that it's a deal breaker.

If you're willing to have sex, but you don't care about it - you could do without it and be just fine - he simply nods as he listens.

Then Deacon takes your hand in the shelter of his palms, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Are you worried this might change how I feel about you?"

"Maybe," you whisper. "Does it?"

He gives a gentle smile, his eyes soft with adoration for you, and he shakes his head.

"Not even a little. We're in a dangerous line of work. There's no telling if we're going to make it home at the end of the day. And I want to spend that time I have with you. Doesn't matter to me if sex isn't part of that equation."

It takes you a split second for his words to sink in. Then you release a gradual, slow breath of relief.

When you're officially dating, prepare for protective!Deacon ten times over.

Is he well aware you can handle yourself? Absolutely. You've proven yourself to be capable on numerous occasions. But that's not the point.

He doesn't want to see you get hurt, not on his watch. You are precious to him.

So, the sidewalk rule is implemented at all times, no arguments.

When you're out together - at a concert, at a bar, etc - he keeps one or two fingers hooked into the back pocket of your jeans so he knows where you are at all times.

And partly as a subtle reminder to everyone else that you're taken.

His hand is at your elbow, or resting on your lower back pretty much constantly.

He doesn't really care what you binge watch at the end of the day as long you don't sit on the opposite end of the couch. It's too far away. He'll scoop an arm around your waist, pull you close, and tuck you into his side.

For the first few months of your relationship, you were on edge a bit. You knew Deacon and you trusted him already, but you were still expecting him to ask for sex at some point.

Instead, Deacon studies asexuality in depth and asks you questions about it, making sure he puts you at ease and doesn't accidentally cross any boundaries.

He feels SO PROUD when you fall asleep for the first time on his chest during a movie one night. He takes that level of trust very seriously.

When the squad starts talking about their relationships, hook ups, and one-night-stands, you go quiet like you usually do because this is not a topic you feel comfortable with.

And you catch Deacon glancing in your direction. He raises his eyebrows slightly in a silent question to see if you're all right.

You shrug it off because you're used to it, but you do feel relieved that you don't have to feel like the odd one out anymore.

Deacon's favorite thing in the world is having you in his arms at sunrise. The muted golden glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The way he threads your fingers with his. Everything feels dream-like, as if time has finally stood still for a little while. You're warm and soft, hazy with sleep, nuzzled into his neck, and he wishes the two of you could stay just like that for eternity.

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[megalony]

You've Earned It

It's been a while, but here is a new Jim Street imagine, requested by a lovely mutual. I hope you will all like this one.

I'm trying to get a few more Swat ideas in motion at the moment.

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Summary: (Y/n) is on maternity leave, but she pops into Swat to visit the team. But when a situation breaks out and they go on lock down, (Y/n)'s water breaks.

Enjoy.

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A strange smirk danced across (Y/n)'s face when she took the visitor's badge she was handed and clipped it onto her waist. It wasn't often that (Y/n) had to wear this kind of badge when she came into Swat headquarters like this. It almost made her feel like an outsider.

She didn't feel like part of Swat when she was demoted to being a visitor, but then again, (Y/n) could understand that it was for security. They had to log people in and out, no matter who they were, when they came to visit. Just in case there was a security risk or they had a fire and had to evacuate so they knew everyone was out safely.

Her bag tapped against her side and she tightened her hand around the leather handle so her bag stopped trying to slide down her shoulder.

Her shoes clicked against the tiled floor and her eyes scanned around as she slowly headed towards the gym that she hadn't used in quite a few months.

A tender look crossed her face and she briefly tilted her head down when her eyes caught on a familiar figure approaching her.

"Who let you back in the building?" Hondo's deep voice was followed by a laugh that made (Y/n)'s smile change back into a smirk and when she lifted her head, she saw he was aiming right for her. His arms stretched out to reel her in for a hug.

It had been a while since (Y/n) had seen Hondo, granted they had messaged a bit over the last few weeks, but that was different to seeing him in person. Especially when she used to see him every other day for almost twelve or fifteen hours at a time when they worked together.

But it had all changed since (Y/n) got pregnant.

She was one of the few women in Swat and that meant the contracts had to be updated to allow maternity leave to be introduced. (Y/n) had been on amended duties, restricted to living in the base and not allowed to attend any of the raids or calls they went out on. She was their eyes and ears, living in the computer room. Until she had to take early maternity leave.

"Haven't you missed me?" (Y/n) countered, folding her arms over her chest when they finally parted.

She watched Hondo lean on his back foot and place his hands on his hips as he grinned and looked around the gym.

"You know we have, it's not the same here without you. Deak, look who dropped by."

Deacon looked like he had been aiming to walk in a different direction, but the moment his eyes locked on (Y/n), a grin spread across his face and he switched to jog over to them instead. (Y/n) loved the way he looped an arm around her shoulders and reeled her into his side like he hadn't seen her in months rather than a matter of weeks.

"Hey! What're you doing here, how are you?"

"I'm good, got a bit lonely so thought I'd come and brighten the place up for a while."

Everyone had been more understanding than (Y/n) first thought when she and Jim told them that they were expecting their first baby. (Y/n) thought it would change things too much. She was worried that when they got someone to take her spot out in the field while she helped in the computer room, that it would become permanent. (Y/n) worked hard to get her place on the team and she didn't want to lose that because she wanted to have a family.

But the team had been so encouraging and warm and understanding, if anything it seemed to bring them closer together.

And when (Y/n) had to go to hospital last month, the team had been understanding then too. Hondo got Jim's shifts covered so he could be with (Y/n) for a week. She had started to have contractions and they thought she was having the baby early, but the doctors had managed to stop them and get everything back under control.

That meant (Y/n) had to go on early leave so she wouldn't be too stressed or overwhelmed and go into early labour.

But Jim was still working, and (Y/n) didn't like being home alone without him like this. She wanted to be with people, with her family, and she thought it might be good to come here and see the team for a little while.

"Let's go get a drink, I think Street's in the kitchen."

(Y/n) nodded and let them steer her towards the kitchen. Somehow, it felt strange to be back here when she knew she still had months left on leave where she would hardly be visiting at all. Swat was a busy place, visiting was allowed and encouraged but it wasn't always possible with how busy their teams got. (Y/n) knew that better than anybody.

But she also knew that once their baby was born, Jim would want to bring them here to show them off to everyone at least once.

When they headed into the kitchen, (Y/n) slumped her bag down onto the counter so she dind't have to keep lugging it around with her.

Her eyes set on Jim immediately and it made a smile pull at her lips when she looked at him. He had his back to them, one hip cocked out at the side and his head at an angle while he poured himself and Chris a drink.

Heading over to them, (Y/n) kept her steps light and the moment she was close enough, she bound her arms around Jim's waist making him shudder. His body pressed into the counter like he was expecting someone to try and tackle him to the ground. But he soon recognised who was binding themselves to him. Not that many people would come up and hug him, especially at work.

If it was Chris hugging him it was usually because something was wrong or one of them needed comfort. And if it was Luca he slung an arm around Jim's neck and reeled him in for a sideways bear hug. So the only logical person who would be hugging him so fondly and tightly like this would be his wife.

He felt (Y/n)'s face pressing into his back between his shoulder blades and his lips curved into a smile when her hands pressed down into his chest and he could feel her bump moulding up against his lower back near his hips.

"Hey baby, what're you doing here?" He slid a cup across to Chris before he reached his hand down to give (Y/n)'s hand a squeeze.

He stayed pressed up into the counter, sipping on his drink for a moment before (Y/n) finally relented and took a few steps back so he could turn around in her arms. He left his cup on the counter and slung his arm around the back of her shoulders and the other around her waist.

The signature grin lit up Jim's face and he tilted his head down so he could steal a kiss from her lips. She wasn't on shift like he was, (Y/n) was clearly here on a passing visit which meant there were no rules against showing any PDA. None of the team cared if Jim wrapped himself around his wife or if he kissed her, they wouldn't say anything.

"I got lonely." It wasn't fun being home alone when her partner and all their friends were here at work. (Y/n) felt like she was missing out on something. She didn't like being on her own.

She could feel Jim smiling against her skin when he peppered a few kisses along her cheek and down her neck. He knew she would be restless at home, he was surprised she hadn't turned up here before now.

When she turned around, (Y/n) leaned her head back on Jim's shoulder and her back into his chest just a little, not wanting to use him as a leaning post but it was very tempting. She felt his right arm loop around her waist, hand settling on her stomach while he reached over and grabbed his coffee. Both of them watching as Hondo and Deacon set about getting some drinks from the fridge.

"So, what have I missed?" (Y/n) kindly shook her head when Deacon offered one of the juice bottles out to her.

She wasn't thirsty. She didn't feel great today, one of the reasons she had stopped by. She was feeling restless and her headache had been blinding her all morning. Being around the team felt like something that would keep her occupied and take her mind off how uncomfortable she was beginning to feel.

"As if Street hasn't already been keeping you updated." Deacon tilted his head to one side with raised brows that dared them to say he was wrong.

They weren't stupid. They knew Jim would go home and tell (Y/n) all the strange, crazy and hard calls she was missing while she was off work. She wanted to be kept in the loop and like she was still part of the team while she was off.

"Alright, what have I missed today?" She countered while she switched her weight from one leg to the other to see if it would help with the pain in her lower back. It didn't do much.

"Today? Nothing."

A conversation began to flow through the kitchen while (Y/n) started to drum her fingertips on the counter beside her. She didn't feel great. She tried to focus on the feeling of Jim's fingers twitching against her stomach like he always did whenever he was near her.

Her features softened and she leaned further back into Jim when she felt him murmur "You good?" against the shell of her ear.

She managed a nod and hummed back as she pressed her lips against the tip of his jaw.

"Well, how about we-" Whatever Hondo was about to say got abruptly cut off when one of the warning tones started blaring out through the speakers. That wasn't one of their drills, and they didn't have any emergency drills or fire alarm testings scheduled for today.

All of them tilted their heads back as if a reason or explanation would flash across the air above their heads along with the sirens. That wasn't a fire drill. It wasn't an evacuation drill and it wasn't a training exercise.

It was the emergency alarm.

(Y/n) felt both Jim's hands move down to hold her hips as his chest stiffened and pressed up into her back while she gripped the counter tighter. All eyes fell on Hondo who quickly pointed to the kitchen.

"Let's find out what's going on."

All of them followed him from the kitchen, briskly walking down the hall until their eyes locked on Commander Hicks approaching the gym from the stairs. Luca was already near the boxing ring along with Rocker and his team. A light shone in Luca's eyes when he glanced over at (Y/n) who he hadn't known was here. He nodded his chin and smiled briefly at her before their attention went back to Hicks.

"Commander, what's happening?" Hondo's hands fell to his hips as they all gathered around, usure why some people wre rushing upstairs or down the back corridor towards the car park.

"A suspect in our custody was just about to be transported from base. We don't know how, but someone found out he was here, started shooting before the car got out of base."

That didn't sound good. (Y/n) had come in on a day that had gone from boring to chaotic in less than ten minutes.

"Rocker, I want your team outside, get that prisoner back inside and those shooters under control. Everyone else stay inside, this place is on lock down. They knew he was here somehow."

They all knew what that meant. Either someone had seen the suspect arrested and knew where he was being taken, or someone on the inside had alerted others that he was here. Either solution wasn't great but they had to get this situation under control. It wasn't safe for anyone to be going out in this mess unless they really had to.

They couldn't try and evacuate the prisoner from here and transport him if the shooters were still observing from outside. And that meant no one else could leave either in case they became targets.

Rocker darted off to assemble his team and come up with a plan while the rest of them shared confused and rather worried looks. Were they just meant to stay inside and observe? Make sure everyone here was okay and keep the situation under control? Could they not do anything else to help?

Except (Y/n), of course. She wasn't technically meant to be here, she was a visitor and as such she couldn't do anything to help the team. Not that she could do much anyway except for go and try to help in the computer room.

"I take it I'm staying too?" (Y/n) tried to smile and her head tilted at an angle when she caught the commander's eye.

He seemed to do a double take, as if he had either not noticed her presence or forgot she was here ni a visiting capacity rather than a work ethic.

"Oh… yeah, sorry (Y/n). For the time being you're stuck here with us."

She nodded while she felt Jim's hands on her hips and his lips and nose meshing against the back of her head. It wouldn't be safe for (Y/n) to try and make a quick exit back home, not with a shooter somewhere outside. Until everyone else could leave safely, (Y/n)'s best bet was to stay here with her team.

It would make her day interesting rather than going home and sitting on her own feeling bored.

Although (Y/n) did feel like she wanted to sit down, the ache in her lower back was steadily getting more and more uncomfortable. And her stomach felt unusually heavy.

"Let's go get a plan in motion and check any available security cameras."

(Y/n) felt Jim squeeze her hips in a silent request for her to follow along with them. There was no point (Y/n) sitting around and waiting when she could still try and help them. They were all going to be working from within the base right now, (Y/n) could easily tag along even if it was just to observe and stop herself from getting bored.

The pair of them followed along with the rest of the team towards the computer room and (Y/n) prayed the air con would be on in there. She was starting to burn up in here.

When they all blundered through into the computer room, (Y/n) moved over to one side so she would be out the way. She didn't want to be in the middle of the room, not when she wasn't going to have a lot of input and she wasn't technically working either. Nor did she want too many eyes on her when she didn't feel well.

It might be worth her while to go and sit in the kitchen for a while and grab a drink after all.

"Alright?" Jim whispered into the top of her head before he moved to stand beside her.

His arms folded over his chest and he cocked one knee forward while he watched Luca move over to grab an IPad which he connected to the big screen at the back of the room. He was loading up a map so they could work out what to do and where they could put Rocker's team so they would be hidden away in blindspots to give them some advantages.

Hunching forward, (Y/n) laid her arms on the table in front of her and sank her teeth down into her lip. Leaning forward like this made her feel a bit better, but she still felt like she should leave the room.

Her eyes danced around the room, seeing the commander and Hondo trying to come up with a game plan while Deacon helped Luca find some more maps.

She could barely focus or register what anyone was saying, she just felt like blending into the walls and disappearing. It wasn't like anyone was asking for her help anyway, (Y/n) and about five other Swat members were just crammed into the room, silent but observing.

When Jim waltzed over to the screen and started pointing out advantage points and security cameras on the streets, (Y/n) took that as her moment to try and disappear unknowingly.

She pushed up off the counter and carefully tried weaving past the desk, towards the other side of the room. She could go down the back corridor and get to the kitchen. If anyone noticed her going, they would know where she was aiming for.

Her left hand dragged up and down the back of her neck as she stuck close to the wall in case she needed some help with balance and to try and blend in.

She kept glancing her eyes around the room as if she was checking if anyone noticed her trying to make a slow disappearance. She locked eyes with Deacon who looked her up and down and rose a brow, asking a silent question to check she was alright and where she was going.

But he quickly thrust the tablet in his hand down on the desk in favour of reaching out for (Y/n) when she stumbled.

"Woah, you okay?" His voice was quiet, trying in vain not to catch any attention, but when he noticed where (Y/n) was looking, he followed her line of sight.

He had one hand on her back and the other on her arm while (Y/n) held onto his forearm with both hands to steady herself. Her eyes were cast down on the floor and Deacon felt the shudder that passed through her, and when he looked down, he realised what the problem was.

Her waters had broken.

"Uh Street, we have a situation." He gently squeezed (Y/n)'s arm while he looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with Jim. Although Deacon's statement had caught the attention of everyone who stopped what they were talking about to try and see what was going on.

"What? Oh, oh shit." Jim's wide brown eyes deepened and his lips parted but no more words filtered past his lips when he weaved round the table and looked over at his wife.

His hands found her waist and her hand, taking over from Deacon who took a step back once he knew (Y/n) was alright and not about to topple over.

Her head leaned back on Jim's shoulder as a petrified, apologetic expression flooded her face. She hadn't meant for this to happen. If (Y/n) knew the discomfort she had been feeling was because she was going to go into labour she wouldn't of come down to the base to see them. Not if she knew it would end with her waters breaking here, right when they were in the middle of a situation.

But then again, if she had stayed at home, she wouldn't of had Jim here with her from the start. And who knows what time he would of gotten to her after this whole situation was sorted out.

"Deak, what's up?"

"My water broke… I- I'm sorry," (Y/n) darted her eyes down before she looked up at Hondo as if she were about to burst into tears.

A round of "Oh Hell," and "Damn, that changes the plans," chorused through the air while (Y/n) squeezed Jim's hand and leaned back into him a little. She felt his hand slither round from her back to cup the side of her stomach while he leaned his chest down into her back.

His eyes darted around the room, gaging the expressions of the team whilst also waiting for someone to tell him what they were planning to do. If this place was on lockdown, Jim couldn't exactly walk out those doors and get his wife in the car to take her to the hospital.

"How long are we on lockdown?"

"Until the situation outside is contained." The look in Hicks's eyes was wavering, despite his calm, if cold, expression. He understood. He knew this was a serious situation for (Y/n) and Jim and he knew they would want to get out of here and get home and to the hospital as soon as possible.

"What do we do then?" Luca leaned on the desk and looked up at Hicks before glancing over at the couple opposite him. This wasn't an ideal situation, they would have to work something out.

"I need to take her to home-"

"Street, you'll both have to stay here. We can't risk you going out there without that shooter contained. Staying inside is the best bet right now, I'm sorry."

"Then I hope one of you is a midwife." Jim's snappy response caught everyone off guard and no one had a response for that, not even Hicks.

They didn't know how long it was going to take for them to contain the shooter and get their suspect evacuated from here and transported into custody. They didn't know what was going to happen within the base right now and how long lockdown was going to take. Hopefully it wouldn't take long, but Hicks wasn't going to take any risks.

He wasn't allowing anyone to leave the base until they knew for certain that everything was under control. (Y/n) was here as a visitor and that meant her safety was their concern. He wouldn't let her get hurt while she was here under their protection as a visitor and member of the public, not to mention they were all like one big family here.

"Can I sit down?" (Y/n) looked up behind her at Jim who was about to usher her with him to grab a chair when Hicks waved his hand out at them.

"Come on, you can both wait in my office until we can get you safely out of here."

That was a solution, for the time being. But it wasn't a long term solution and (Y/n) prayed they could go home soon. They needed to get ready, to get their maternity bag and the car seat and everything they needed from home. And they had to go get booked into the maternity ward at the hospital when the contractions got close.

They couldn't stay here for long, (Y/n) was in labour and the baby wasn't going to wait forever.

***

(Y/n) closed her eyes and buried her face in the arm of the sofa, smothering a groan. Her back was starting to ache and twinge from how she was sat hunched over, but she didn't know what to do with herself anymore. The contractions were getting worse and they were still at headquarters.

It didn't feel right to be sitting here in Hicks's office, but it was the best place to be right now. It was shut off from the rest of Swat, private and gave them room to move about or sit down, depending on what (Y/n) felt like doing.

She took as many deep breaths as she could manage, but it felt like her lungs were on fire. They were burning like she was breathing in smoke and she could feel her lungs inflating and deflating which was something (Y/n) never normally took notice of. And it was horrid.

"We're down to less than five minutes apart now." Chris looked down at her phone before she looked over at Jim who was sat on the sofa next to his wife.

He had one hand on (Y/n)'s back and the other clutching his knee like he was Bruce Banner doing his best not to turn into the Hulk. He looked over at one of his closest friends who had been timing the contractions for them. Chris was sat on the desk chair she had wheeled over towards the sofa. Her knees spread apart, elbows on her thighs and her phone now being tossed from one hand to the other to distract herself.

They both knew what this meant. If they didn't leave soon, there wouldn't be time to get (Y/n) to the hospital.

"I'll go find Hicks-"

"Don't you go anywhere!" (Y/n) clutched her hand around Jim's wrist before he had chance to lean away from her, let alone try and get up from the sofa.

She wasn't having him disappear around the base, she wasn't having Jim leave her alone for a second, not for anything. Their baby was coming and he had to stay with her, (Y/n) wasn't doing any of this alone.

"I'll go-" Chris didn't have chance to offer before there was a knock at the door and Hondo, Deacon and Luca filed into the room.

All three of them looked around like they weren't sure what they were expecting to find, but Jim's stern expression wasn't on their list. He looked livid. They had been stuck here for hours and time was dwindling away along with their chances of getting (Y/n) safely to a hospital to have this baby.

"Can we go now?" The determination in Jim's voice was like nothing any of them had ever heard before and the way he raised one brow made them all feel like school children about to be told off.

"The man in custody still hasn't been transported yet and Rocker's team haven't found all of the suspects. We can escort you outta here as soon as they've been found."

"By then it's gonna be too late. This is fucking Swat, we have to do something!"

Jim tightened his hand around (Y/n)'s while he slammed his other hand down on his thigh. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to be at home when (Y/n)'s water broke. She was supposed to be safe. Jim was supposed to drive her to the hospital and be there with her when she had the baby, not be here at work under lockdown.

Since the moment he met (Y/n), Jim wanted things to be different. He wanted their relationship to be like how he always dreamed. The opposite of his parent's marriage. He wanted to have kids with her and give his kids a stable upbringing and a loving home. He wanted (Y/n) and their baby to have a safe birth, not something unconventional like this.

"Ooh," (Y/n) closed her eyes and smushed her face into the arm rest again while she tugged on Jim's hand. "T-this baby's coming. Someone's g… gonna have to help me!"

The desperation in (Y/n)'s voice was coupled with tears soaking into the sofa as she groaned in agony. If they wouldn't take her to hospital, then one of them was going to have to do something. She couldn't have this baby by herself and her body was telling her it was time.

A look seemed to pass between them all before Deacon rolled his eyes at the team and crouched down in front of (Y/n).

"Would you be okay with me helping you? I'm not exactly trained, but I've been through this four times already." Deacon rested his hand on (Y/n)'s knee as he waited patiently for her to talk to him.

He was by no means qualified as a midwife and he wasn't an expert on labour and giving birth, but he had four kids. Deacon had been there for every birth and he had seen them all play out. He cut the cords with each child as well so he had some expertise in this area. He would help until they could get some medics down here.

(Y/n) twisted her head so her cheek was meshed into the sofa and she nodded with a pleading look in her eyes. She didn't care who helped her, she would let any of the team coach her through this if they knew what to do. She just needed help.

She went back to clutching Jim's hand and she held it to her chest while she sat up properly and sank back into the sofa. Her head fell onto Jim's shoulder when he shuffled up so he was sat beside her with his left arm around the back of her shoulders. His lips attached to the side of her head while Deacon crouched in front of them to see if (Y/n) was dilated or not.

This was definitely going to change the dynamics when (Y/n) eventually came back to work. The team weren't supposed to be here or be involved in the birth of their baby.

"Okay, this baby is coming now. Luca, we're gonna need towels, hot water, blankets and a medic bag from inventory."

"I'm on it." Luca was out the door in a flash to go and grab what they needed, fist-bumping the air at the thought of having a kid be born at Swat. This was going to be a first.

"Alright… I think you can start pushing whenever you're ready."

She didn't want to. She didn't want to be doing this here. As much as (Y/n) loved the team who were now her family, having one of them delivering her baby felt a little too close for comfort. She was changing the boundaries. Giving Deacon a scarred image burned into his mind for life.

She briefly looked up when she noticed movement. It was Hondo, moving towards the desk at the other side of the room so it didn't look like he was being a spectator. He knew it wasn't nice for (Y/n) to be doing this here and he didn't want to observe or make her feel uncomfortable.

He reached out for the phone on the desk so he could send a call through to the Commander and let him know what was happening. And to tell him they would have to send out for an ambulance.

"I'm scared," (Y/n) could barely find her voice and when she did, her breathing hitched and her voice came out higher than usual but at half the volume. She was barely talking above a whisper.

"You don't have to be scared, I'm right here, we're all here." Jim pressed a kiss to her cheek and squeezed her into his chest. They were going to look after her, she was with some of the safest people in the country. It would be okay.

He looked behind Deacon who was looking around the room for anything he might have to use if they got desperate, and looked over towards Chris. As if they were sharing the same thought, Chris scooted the desk chair around until she was beside the sofa.

When she held her hand out in front of (Y/n), a panicked smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips and she took her friend's hand. Having Chris on one side, and Jim attached to her other side made (Y/n) feel protected and safe.

And she heard Chris whisper a quiet but encouraging "You got this." which made her feel a little better.

"Alright alright I think I got everything we need to have the first kid born in Swat."

Luca sounded like a cheerleader pumping them up for a big game rather than a team member trying to help a friend have a baby. But his excitement was somehow soothing and made a smile light up Jim's face, despite the panic he was feeling surging through his body right now.

Deacon was rather impressed that Luca remembered everything and managed to carry it all up here.

He set down a pile of towels beside the sofa, two blankets, one of which he handed out to Jim so it could be draped over (Y/n)'s lap for modesty. He dumped the medic bag from his shoulder and a bowl of warm water next to Deacon.

(Y/n) tried to push back into the sofa and brace her feet properly on the floor so she wasn't at risk of sliding down into Deacon's lap. The last thing she wanted was to end up hurting him or landing on the floor. And she watched through blurry eyes as he washed his hands thoroughly, found some gloves in the medic bag and got a towel on his lap.

They were really doing this here. In the Commander's office.

"Okay, I think you're crowning."

(Y/n) felt a little better when Jim leaned his chin on her shoulder and she coiled their entwined hands closer to merge their hands against her chest.

This wasn't the way either of them dreamt about having their first child together, but it was comforting to have the team around them. (Y/n) couldn't of done this alone at home or amongst strangers if the team hadn't of been here at the right time.

She tried to smile when she felt Jim attaching his lips to her neck and she leaned to the right to press her side more into his embrace to try and keep herself relaxed as much as possible.

"Okay (Y/n), I need you to do big pushes, let's have this kid." Deacon pushed up on his knees and moved his hands to (Y/n)'s thighs, seeing the familiar sight of a head being born.

"You're doing so well," Jim murmured against her neck as he darted his eyes around the office he hadn't spent more than a minute in at a time.

It was strange to be sat, almost relaxing, in the Commander's office. This was somewhere the whole squad usually felt uncomfortable, where they would come to if they had a problem or if they thought they were going to get reprimanded for something. This wasn't somewhere they would sit and chat and definitely not somewhere (Y/n) imagined she would be having her baby.

The next time she came to Commander Hicks's office in the future, this was going to be the memory that always came to mind.

"I can't believe I'm actually here for this." Chris gave (Y/n)'s hand a tight squeeze and the grin on her face made (Y/n)'s heart skip.

They had already told Chris that she was Godmother to their baby, there was no question about it. Not when she was Jim's best friend and she had always been there for the couple, it was only fitting that she would be their child's auntie and Godmother.

But Chris didn't think she would get the honour of witnessing her godchild's birth. She was expecting to be the first person to receive the phone call to say the baby was born, but this was even better.

(Y/n) pulled her knees up a little higher and leaned forward, feeling grateful when Jim leaned with her. He was like a backboard keeping her up straight and letting her lean her weight onto him so she didn't have to think or bother with holding herself upright.

"And the head's out, take a breath. Then little pushes, okay? You're doing great (Y/n)."

(Y/n) tried to nod and it was a relief to see that Deacon didn't look at all phased or panicked. He looked as calm as if he were leading them on a callout or giving them orders around base. This seemed to be a natural occurrence for Deacon.

Just a little more effort, and she would have a baby in her arms. All the pain would be worth it when she saw their baby and watched them be placed into Jim's arms. All his life since he was ten years old, all Jim ever wanted was a family. He'd grown up for the first decade of his life with bickering, fighting parents and a sense of fear and dread towards his father. After he went into foster care, he felt a gratitude towards his mum that he could never repay, she made him believe she had saved his life and gave him guilt.

All he wanted in the system was to be let out and live with a loving family, he wanted something to call his own.

Now, Jim had that. He was about to have a family of his own that would love him unconditionally and be his and his alone. He would have (Y/n) and a child to shower with love.

"(Y/n), you're doing great, but I need you to keep pushing as swiftly as you can for me, okay?"

(Y/n) opened her eyes and tried to blink back into focus after being lost in her thoughts, but she shuddered when she realised Deacon didn't look as calm as he had done a few moments ago. She tugged on Jim's hand, pulling his arm across her chest while her head tilted to one side and she scrutinised the look on Deacon's face.

His mouth was set into a thin, straight line and his jaw was locked tight like he was trying to keep some secrets at bay. His brows furrowed like his concentration had amplified ten times and he was moving the towel in his arms a bit higher to reach for the baby.

"W-what's wrong?"

A frown pulled on Jim's face in place of a smile and he tightened his left arm around (Y/n)'s waist while his other hand was confiscated and still held into her chest. He let her lean more into his chest while he looked down at Deacon and silently shook his head to imply that he didn't know what was wrong, but he needed to know. Now.

"The cord's around the neck." Deacon diverted his eyes up to look at Jim before he shifted his attention right back to the baby he was delivering.

He didn't want to panic (Y/n) in case she stopped pushing or it slowed down her momentum if she began to panic. But he knew she heard him when her legs tensed and she tried to lean forward like she wanted to see for herself if it was true.

He couldn't risk moving the cord now when there wasn't enough of the umbilical cord exposed and Deacon couldn't pull on the cord when the baby and placenta weren't delivered yet. He could cause a lot of damage trying to move the cord right now, he had to wait.

"Deak…"

"It's okay, as long as you keep pushing we can easily sort this. Trust me, okay?" When (Y/n) nodded, Deacon looked up at Chris. "I'm gonna need an extra set of hands."

Chris squeezed (Y/n)'s hand tightly before she let go and slid off the desk chair so she was crouched down on her knees beside Deacon. She hated the way (Y/n) shook and her arm seemed to stretch out, following her friend because she needed that support. She needed to hold someone's hand.

But they were both surprised when Luca held a firm hand out in front of (Y/n) as he crouched beside the sofa in Chris's place. He didn't mind offering some comfort, and (Y/n) could squeeze or even break his hand if she needed to. They were all here to help her through this.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned forward as much as she could until she felt Jim's arm tightening around her waist like he thought she was about to fall onto the floor. He kept tight hold around her and leaned his chest into her side, moulding around her like a safety blanket as she cried out and started to shake from how badly she was trying to push.

She could feel her feet fidgeting against the floor, anxious to try and push up or move or slide against the floor. She wanted to move, to do anything to relieve the tension and get this over with.

Her breaths came out in small pants and she screamed just as Deacon shifted his arms up and wrapped the towel around the newborn.

"There we go, you've done it."

When she felt Jim's chin settle on her shoulder so he could peer down, (Y/n) tried to look up at him, but he wasn't smiling. His brows were furrowed and he was watching Deacon closely like a hawk with dark eyes and a firmly set jaw.

Jim's stomach tensed and his nose crinkled when he watched Deacon place the small bundle into Chris's waiting arms so he could slide his finger in between the newborn's neck and the blushing pink cord. He gave a small tug and pulled the cord up, unravelling it from the baby's neck as carefully but swiftly as he cold.

They didn't know how long the cord had been like that or if it had been tight or loose. It could of happened during labour, it could have been like that before her water broke, they didn't know.

"Alright, there we go little one." Deacon pressed his fingers to the newborn's lips, checking the airways weren't blocked before he started to rub his fingers over their chest to stimulate the lungs into working. They needed the baby to breathe; everyone on the team seemed to be holding their breaths in nervous anticipation.

The moment a small cry flooded through the air, (Y/n) felt like she was going to faint and she started to gasp for breath. She felt Jim's wet lips smothering the side of her head and she leaned into the touch, giving a small tug on his hand as she grinned and closed her eyes.

"It's a boy." A smile finally flooded Deacon's lips as he found a few things in the medical kit to use as clamps so he could cut the cord.

He could see Chris was almost at the point of shaking as she stared down at the little boy in her arms who was now her Godson. It wasn't often that Deacon had seen Chris cry, much less happy tears like this but the sight as was lovely as it was surprisingly.

She didn't seem like she was very willing to let the newborn go, but she begrudgingly pushed up on her knees and leaned forward so she could place the little boy into (Y/n)'s trembling arms.

(Y/n) could feel a mixture of her and Jim's tears running down her face when he smothered his lips against her cheek. They had a little boy. They'd had their baby. He was here, and he had been delivered by their team.

Jim realised he was starting to get the shakes when his right hand let go of (Y/n)'s and he cupped his hand around the back of their boy's head. He looked oddly small, curled up into (Y/n)'s chest like that, but the way he started to smack and part his lips made a laugh tumble past Jim's lips.

"He's a handsome little guy," Luca ran his hand up and down (Y/n)'s shoulder for a few moments while he sneaked a glance at the bundle in her arms.

(Y/n) traced her thumb over the back of her boy's head before she looked up at Jim and moved her arms towards him. She could see the light sparkling in his eyes at the prospect of holding his boy, his first baby. And tears were freely falling down his face when he unravelled his arm from around her waist so he could take their boy into his own arms.

It was a comforting weight to feel in his arms and leaning against his chest and it somehow made Jim feel like his whole life until this point had been hollow. This is what he had been missing. (Y/n) and their boy had been what Jim had been searching for all this time, and now he'd found them.

"Look at this little guy," Hondo grinned and leaned over the sofa while he patted his hand down on Jim's back. "The first person to be born at Swat, and the first Swat member to ever have a baby here at headquarters."

"The only person, born at Swat." (Y/n) corrected while she let herself slump back into the sofa and succumb to the adrenaline that was making her tremble all over again. "I'm n-not doing this again with you all, sorry."

As much as (Y/n) loved the team and was thankful to them for what they had done, she didn't want to repeat this experience. Any other children she and Jim had would either be born at home or preferably at the hospital, not here at Swat. (Y/n) would be the one and only person to have her baby born here, and be the only Swat member to give birth here as she wasn't repeating this again and she knew Chris wasn't likely to give birth here either.

A round of laughs filled the air and the team leaned over to try and get a better look at the newborn. But when (Y/n) looked down at Deacon, something softened in her eyes.

He stripped the gloves from his hands and washed his hands and arms in the warm water bowl beside him. His expression was slightly dazed, but he didn't look as exasperated or shocked as the rest of them, and he was the one who had just delivered a baby today.

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and gently nudged her elbow into Jim's arm before she glanced her eyes from him down to Deacon. A silent exchange happened between them like they were sending secret messages to one another. But they were on the same wavelength, Jim knew exactly what (Y/n) was silently trying to ask and he nodded.

She gently nudged her trembling knee into Deacon's arm to gain his attention. "Thank you." She was never going to be able to thank him enough for what he had just done for them, but they knew a way to share their gratitude.

"You're very welcome," Deacon suddenly looked tired, like the energy had dwindled out of him with all the excitement flooding the room. As if it was finally settling in and dawning on him what he had just experienced.

"Didn't think you'd get to deliver your Godchild, did you?"

The question was so calm, so normal and said almost in passing that Deacon laughed and nodded, about to make a remark before the words actually settled in his mind. Once they registered, his brows furrowed and his head snapped up to look from (Y/n) to Jim like he didn't quite believe them.

Everyone knew Chris was Godmother, but the couple hadn't made up their minds on who would be Godfather. Deacon had just sealed that choice for them.

"Wh- me, really?"

Jim lifted his arms a bit higher so he could cuddle his baby boy closer to his chest and he kissed his temple delicately. And when he looked over at Deacon, his lips formed a proud smile.

"You've earned it."

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In Good Hands

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!Bradford!SWAT!reader (Tim's younger sister)

Summary: Tim finally gets to meet your team during a joint call, and when you're injured, he realizes that he doesn't need to worry about your boyfriend or how he cares for you. Or: When you're injured a call, Street shows you and everyone around how much he cares about you and how well he does it.

Warnings: canon typical danger and violence, depiction of injury and pain (r), flirty!Street (and Aaron Thorsen thinks you're pretty)

Word Count: 2.4k+ words

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Lying on the cool concrete floor of SWAT HQ, you watch a fan above you turn, tapping your fingers to the rhythmic thwock… thwock of a tennis ball hitting the wall and bouncing back to Street.

“How’s everyone’s family?” Deacon asks, trying to break the silence and bring a sense of normalcy.

No one replies for a moment, and you hear him sigh as leans against the wall.

“My brother is still overbearing and annoying,” you offer.

“Sounds like he’d get along great with my sisters,” Hondo scoffs.

“He doesn’t get along great with anyone,” you counter.

“At least he’s a good cop, so you can understand one another.”

You hum, and your team falls quiet again. Street resumes his seated, solo game of wall ball, and you follow the slow-turning blades of the fan with your eyes as you slide your feet toward your hips, bending your knees up.

“If you think about it,” Street begins.

“We don’t,” Luca interrupts.

“No thinking from you,” Tan adds.

“I was just going to say,” Street defends. “Hicks is acting like a pimp.”

You sit up, shoving your elbows into the floor to look at Street with wide eyes, as your team follows suit. No one actually replies to his claim, but the incredulous looks he receives are enough to make him shrug and switch up the way he throws the tennis ball.

Tan meets your eyes and mouths, “He’s yours,” before you roll your eyes and lie down again. Street isn’t entirely wrong, you realize. Hicks made the decision to take you off active duty and put you on standby for the stations dealing with rioting after a series of convictions were overturned following the indictment of a corrupt judge. He decides when you leave, where you go, and your objectives. Not entirely unlike a pimp, even if he’d make you run laps for saying it.

“Rise and shine!” Hicks calls as he returns from the chief’s office. “Mid-Wilshire called in an assist.”

“Finally,” you grumble as you stand.

“I knew you’d come through, sir,” Street says, pleased when you look away to avoid laughing.

“Okay,” Hicks drawls, shaking his head. “Officers are waiting for your on-scene. I’ll fill you in on your way.”

“Thanks, Commander,” Hondo calls over his shoulder, leading your team toward Black Betty.

Hondo leads you, Street, and Deacon past Black Betty and behind a row of cop cars, where six officers in patrol blues and two detectives take cover.

“I’m Sergeant Harrelson, 20-David SWAT,” he introduces. “What’ve you got?”

“Triple homicide in this residence four days ago,” Detective Lopez replies. “Dispatch alerted patrol of a crowd growing in the front yard, and with all the rioting, they decided to send two units. When they arrived, the suspects grew hostile, forced our people back.”

“Any of your murder suspects up there?” Deacon inquires, glancing through the back window of the shop he’s beside.

“Both of them,” Detective Harper answers. “But they’re surrounded by known felons with automatic rifles and revolvers.”

“You want them subdued?” Hondo clarifies.

“Preferably.”

“We need the house cleared, too,” Sergeant Bradford adds, kneeling with his back against his shop.

You notice all the windows have been broken and raise your brows, silently asking if he’s okay. Tim nods once, and you turn your attention back to Hondo.

“Sergeant Harrelson,” Angela says. “Are you Hondo?”

“I am,” he replies, smiling. “Heard of me?”

“Yeah, former partner of mine knew Buck Spivey.”

Nyla notices your name tag, cocking her head to the side as she inquires, “Any relation to our Bradford?”

“Not that I’m willing to admit,” you joke.

“I stand by what I said when they brought you home,” Tim grumbles. “There was still time to trade you for a brother.”

“You love me.”

“We’re going to move in behind this crowd,” Hondo says. “They might rabbit this way, can you handle one or two who break away?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Nyla answers, lifting the long gun beside her feet.

“Glad you’re on our side,” you muse.

“Be careful,” Tim demands.

You nod, then turn away from him to join the rest of your team and find the perfect route to enter the yard and get everyone in custody. After ensuring you have plenty of zip ties in your pocket, you tap Street’s shoulder to let him know you’re ready. He glances over his shoulder at you before he taps Tan, and you run single-file down the fence line two houses over.

“LAPD!” Hondo announces as your team slips into position. You surround the crowd, and they turn quickly, raising weapons as they move together.

“Put the weapons down!” you command. “Everybody, hands up!”

“Stop moving!” Luca yells, gesturing down with one hand while the other steadies his gun.

“What?” one of the men asks, stepping forward. “I can’t have a party in my own front yard now?”

“Not with weapons, and not after assaulting police officers,” Street answers.

“Cooperate, and you might get to return home sometime soon,” Deacon advises. “The DA remembers you, I’d bet. Don’t make it any harder on yourself.”

The man shakes his head, his tongue against his cheek. You see the moment he decides not to cooperate, but it happens too quickly to alert your team. The crowd breaks, people running in every direction as gunshots sound, the unmistakable hiss of bullets moving in different directions.

Apparently, the spokesperson for the group – and likely one of the murder suspects – Anthony Woodley runs toward you with two men close on his heels. You can’t stop all three of them alone, but if you slow Anthony down, the others might hesitate long enough that you can catch up. Dropping your gun, you use the strap to pull it to your back, then brace yourself to step in front of him. As he nears you, you move into his path and angle yourself to throw your shoulder into his abdomen.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, his foot landing on yours before you both go down. You flip him quickly, using his surprise to get the upper hand. He groans with his face in the grass, and you press your knee against his back as you secure the plastic ties around his wrist. Looking around, you see that your team has most of the people in custody, and the three who made it past you are now facing Nyla Harper, Angela Lopez, and your brother. You don’t pity them at all, and when they raise their hands and kneel on the asphalt, you drop your head and sigh.

After you flip Anthony over and direct him to sit up and cross his ankles, you stand. Immediately, burning pain ignites in your ankle. You hiss, shifting your weight to the other foot as you wait for reinforcements. A prisoner transport van is en route, but you have to make sure everything stays calm and safe until it arrives, and then you have to clear the house. The pain in your ankle will make it difficult. Fortunately, it’s probably just bruising and swelling from the impact of running into Anthony. Or him running into you.

“That wasn’t half bad,” Tim says as he steps into the grass.

“You know it’s not just me you’re insulting, right?” you counter. “My entire team is here.”

Tim glances toward the others, who watch your interaction for a breath before checking on the suspects. The van arrives, and six officers exit patrol cars that park behind it to load everyone and take them to booking.

“If you’ll excuse us, Bradford,” Hondo tells Tim. “We’ve got another adequate job to do.”

“Ooh,” you drawl, pointing at Tim. “You insulted a SWAT sergeant. What will Grey think?”

Tim rolls his eyes, but when you turn toward the house to join your team, he notices you’re favoring one leg. You talk often, despite your insistence that he’s overbearing and annoying, so he’d know if something happened. Unless it just happened, leading you to hide it until you finish your job. That dedication and lack of self-preservation for a purpose skipped a generation, he thinks, but somehow, you both inherited it. He'll lecture you when you come out, if you’re still limping. He returns to his shop, leaning against the hood as Angela and Nyla prepare to leave.

“I knew your sister was a cop, but I didn’t know she was in the best SWAT team in LA,” Lucy muses.

“I didn’t know she looked like that,” Aaron adds.

Tim turns to glare at him, and he immediately rescinds the compliment, but makes sure to note that he wasn't wrong about how attractive you are.

“She is pretty,” Lucy agrees, shrugging. “Have anything else you’re hiding from us?”

“Depends,” Tim murmurs. “Are you hiding an off switch?”

Inside the house, you move with Luca and Tan through bedrooms, bathrooms, a few closets, and the kitchen. Circling back to the living room, you meet Hondo, Street, and Deacon, who confirm that their side of the house was also clear. The floor in the dining area is still stained with blood, and you step forward to look at the bullet hole in the wall, forgetting about your injured ankle. Now that your adrenaline is lowered again, you feel the pain ignite, sending bolts of discomfort up your lower leg. You stop, shifting to your other leg and dropping your hands to your thighs as you breathe deeply. Your boot feels too tight, and you know the swelling is worsening.

“Bradford,” Deacon says. “You okay?”

“I-” You stop yourself, taking another deep breath to stop the tears building in your eyes. It’s an instinctive body response to find another outlet for what you feel, but you bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood rather than cry in front of your team. “I twisted my ankle. I’m fine.”

Street moves to your side, taking his tactical helmet off as he moves. He tosses it to Luca, who catches it wordlessly, watching you with concern in his blue eyes.

Street kneels before you, bringing your hands to his shoulders. You lean heavily against him, sighing in relief that your weight is now his burden.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

Carefully, Street pulls your pants over the top of your boot, frowning when he sees the bruise peeking out from under your shoe and the red mark against your lower shin. Fresh blood beads, and Street’s brows pinch when he realizes that your pants are already wet with blood.

“What did Anthony have on him?” Street inquires, glancing up at you.

“He had a – I don’t even know what they’re called,” Hondo answers. “It looked like the top part of a meat tenderizer. The, you know, pointed mallet.”

Street nods, gently touching your calf. “Yeah, it did some damage,” he mumbles. Looking at you again, he asks, “Do you think it’s broken?”

You shake your head, laying the ball of your foot on the floor.

“Do you need to go to the hospital or can the medics back at HQ look at it?” Hondo asks.

“I’m fine,” you answer.

“You’re bleeding, and I’m pretty sure your boot didn’t look that wide earlier,” Street answers.

You drop your head then, swallowing at the sight of your leg. “Okay, maybe I’m not fine,” you admit. “But the medics can handle it.”

Street keeps your hands on his shoulders as he stands, then loops one arm around your ribs, holding you up against his side. “Could I interest you in a bridal carry?” he questions lowly.

“And hit her foot on the door jamb on the way out?” Tan muses. “Yeah, real romantic, Street.”

“Tan,” Street sighs, smiling. “If you’re jealous, just say that.”

“Easy,” Hondo interrupts, chuckling. “Let’s give Mid-Wilshire our report, and then we’ll head back to base.”

You allow Street to support most of your weight, only setting your toes on the ground before you jump with your uninjured leg. If you’d been alone, you undoubtedly would have let him carry you, but you’re still on the job; a bruised ankle won’t stop you from being ready to stand on your own if the situation calls for it.

“What happened?” Tim demands the moment you step outside.

“Tim, this is my team leader, Hondo,” you introduce.

Tim’s chest rises and falls before he asks, “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to meet my team. Now’s your chance.”

“I’m Lucy Chen,” the woman beside him says, waving.

“Aaron Thorsen,” the other officer introduces.

“This is Deacon, Luca, and Tan,” you continue, pointing to your teammates as they offer various greetings. “And this is Street,” you conclude, laying your hand on his chest for a moment longer than is probably professionally appropriate.

Tim’s eyes narrow at Street, who smiles and offers the hand not holding you up. “Nice to finally meet you,” he says.

Tim looks between you, clenches his jaw, and shakes Street’s hand.

“You got lucky,” he tells you.

“By getting a meat tenderizer to the ankle?” you question, incredulous.

Tim glances at your ankle, then shakes his head. “I was going to make you break up with what’s-his-name-"

“Street,” he interrupts.

“But,” Tim continues, “you’re in good hands with him.” Turning to Street, he drops his voice to add, “And she will always be in good hands, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

They stare at each other for several breaths, until you interrupt to say, “The house is clear.”

“Nice to meet you,” Hondo tells Tim, Lucy, and Aaron. “But if Streeter hurts her, you’ll have to get in line to deal with him.”

“If you can find the body,” Luca adds.

“I get it!” Street exclaims.

“I’m fine,” you assure Tim. “I’ll call you tonight.”

Tim nods, pats your shoulder, and enters the house. Lucy and Aaron give you their well wishes as they follow him, and you lean against Street when they’re out of earshot.

“Glad to know you all have such faith in me,” he grumbles, slipping his other arm around you.

“That’s my job,” you murmur against his vest. “Can we leave now? There’s an ice pack at HQ with my name on it.”

Street doesn’t ask you this time before he lifts you in his arms and sets you in Black Betty, so you don’t have to try to climb inside. You’re the first two members of your team, and while you’re alone, Street says, “Must be confusing with two Bradfords.”

“Sometimes.”

“Wonder what it’ll be like with two Streets.”

You look over at him quickly, but he has his eyes closed and his head tipped back, a smile on his face as he removes his glove and takes your hand in his good hands.

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“You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.”

Pairing: Luca x Fem Reader

Summary: You’re a receptionist/you have a desk job at Swat. You’re in a relationship with Luca that you’ve recently gone public with.

Warnings: mentions of hickeys, references to smut!

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When you took the job as a receptionist in Swat the last thing you expected was to fall for a third generation Swat officer. You and Luca hit it off right away and you became good friends with Luca and the rest of the team.

But what the team didn’t know was that you and Luca had been in a secret relationship for around 6 months. Sneaking around in the locker room, making out in the back of the movie theatre, secret weekends away. At first it was nice to have it a secret, something that was only between you and Luca, however keeping that big a secret from the team proved impossible, especially when Luca and Street moved in together. The inevitable happend and Street walked in on you and Luca making out on the couch at Luca’s house one night with hardly any clothes on. Luca threw himself on top of you to hide your half naked body from Street’ s view, but the big grin that quickly grew on Street’s face meant that you and Luca would have to do some serious ass kissing to get Street to keep your secret.

Eventually you and Luca got sick of keeping the secret and on a team night out both you and Luca got drunk and started making out on the dance floor for everyone to see. When the team saw this they were shocked. They knew Luca had a girl on the down low- they just didn’t expect it to be you. Street then got the satisfaction of explaining about he walked in on you and Luca weeks ago and was happy with himself as he was the first of the team to know about the relationship.

Fast forward to today. You’re standing in Luca’s bathroom getting ready for work and trying to use whatever makeup you have on hand to cover the hickeys on your neck. The deep purple bruises are a reminder of the passionate night you had with Luca and although you thought they were a turn on and liked when Luca marked you as his- you didn’t want to deal with the jokes you’d get at work or the dirty looks from the Commander.

Luca walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and saw what you were doing.

“Um, baby what are you doing?”, Luca questioned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?, I’m trying to cover these bruises for work Mr “I didn’t leave any marks on your neck”, you said with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Luca came behind you wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. “Look I was too focused on giving my baby a good time than to be worrying about any of that”, he whispered into your ear as a shiver went up your spine.

“You don’t need to cover up the hickeys”, he said looking at you in the mirror.

“You’re mine and I want the world to know that” he said leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“If anyone slags you off at work, you come tell me and I’ll deal with it ok”, Luca said moving away from you and going to brush his teeth and apply his deodorant and finish getting ready for work.

“Luca I’m not gonna go run to my boyfriend just cause someone makes a joke in work”, you laugh.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself”, you say, wiping the makeup off you neck, realising it didn’t cover anything anyway.

“Oh don’t I know it”, he smirked, smacking your ass and letting out a chuckle as he left the bathroom.

You had texted Chris, your best friend and the reason you got the job in Swat, telling her about the hickey situation. She found it hilarious and when you got to work you had prepared yourself for the jokes. Chris immediately came up to you to inspect your neck when she saw you.

“Damn girl, you weren’t kidding when you said those were DEEP purple”, she laughed.

“Yeah yeah, come on, let it all out, imma hear all the jokes today anyway”, you rolled your eyes.

Luca walked in behind you carrying two coffees. He handed you yours and he saw the smirk evident on Chris’ face.

“What?”, he asked.

“Jeez man, maybe next time have something to eat first and not eat my best friend”, Chris laughed, attracting the attention of the rest of the team.

They all walked over and took it in turns to look at your neck and instead of making jokes at you, they aimed them at Luca, who by now was a deep shade of red.

You were amused by the whole situation and Luca agreed that maybe next time you should wear the makeup to which you whispered “well maybe, you just need to leave them somewhere nobody else can see”, and with that you kissed his lips and made your way to you desk.

Needless to say that is exactly what Luca did the minute he got you home that night. 😜

[erenjaegerwifee]

Your Excuse To See Me

Request by: @twilightlover2007

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x Fem!Reader

Summary: Deacon's case takes him to your bookshop.

Warnings: none, fluff,

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: all my characters are aged-up! If this makes you uncomfortable please do not interact with my account or any of my notes.

Main M.List | Deacon M.List

“Hey deac” Luca spoke up as Deacon entered the locker rooms. “Morning guys” he replied greeting the rest of the team. “Tan was just telling us about how Bonnie is jealous” Chris spoke up while they all got ready for their shift. “Bonnie is not jealous; I’m telling you guys she isn’t like that” Tan tries to defend. “What happened that everyone things she jealous?” Deacon asked.  

“Last night we went on a date and when we were walking to our apartment in the hallway this girl was getting harassed by this idiot and I helped her out. After he left, she told us she just moved in and it happen to come up she also spoke Cantonese. I happen to mention it was so rare to find another person who speaks it by coincidence and after that Bonnie’s mood has been off. She won’t talk, she’s basically doing everything she can to avoid making eye contact with me.”  

Deacon hisses feigning pain when he hears the story, “hate to break it to you man but that’s jealousy. I can’t believe you can’t wrap your head around this, she is jealous because that woman who speaks your language probably shares your religion and values growing up in a Chinese American home is now living next door to you. She feels less than now that she has someone to compare herself to.”  

Tan took a second to process his words before he finally understands how it all went wrong, he never even thought Bonnie would think like that. “How are you still single? You should have girls falling at your feet” Tan jokes.  

“Jokes on you bro, he does” Street says making everyone laugh as they walk out of the locker room to meet Hondo. Before much words can be exchanged, Hicks walks in with a case assigned to the team. “20-David, we’ve been handed over a case, apparently the financial crimes and the narcotics division can’t solve it and they want us to wrap up this up. Also, we have intel the man doing the money laundering are armed and dangerous.” 

Hicks goes on to explain the details of the case to the team, saying a man who supposedly goes by the name Authur Lopez has been moving money around through other people’s business. He also may be using them as a stash house. The problem is no one can seem to figure out which business he is using to clean his money. “They know he’s dealing but they can’t prove it, we need to find the proof to bring this guy in” 

“We may have a lead though, detective Chase that was previous the lead on this case said he found Auther has an old high school girlfriend who recently moved to town, we aren’t sure if they have had any contact but it’s worth checking out, she might know somewhere he might hide” Hicks finishes up letting the team take the case. Street and Tan both start researching your home and workplace addresses and they found something. 

“She owned a bookshop, just opened a couple months ago, around the same time we caught wind of Authur and around the time she moved into town, her business could be the one she’s using, she sells books, it can be a good cover if her business gets traffic, and judging by the location I think she’d be doing well.” Street says as he pulls up the location of your shop on the screen for the team to see.  

“I found her home address, it’s an apartment complex about 3 blocked from the shop.” Chris says and pulls the location for them to see. “Okay Street, Tan with me we’ll check out her apartment. Luca, Chris and Deacon you can check out her shop she might be there, she what she knows if she’s willing to talk.” Honda hands out their assignments and everyone jumps in a car their destination.   

When Deacon, Chris and Luca arrive at the bookshop they walk in and don’t immediately see anyone around. They walk a little deeper into the shop and you step out from one of the isles the shop isn’t so big that someone can hide, unless they are in the back room. “Hi there, is there something I can help you with?” you say in a sweet voice.  

At the sound of your voice Deacon whips his head, he stutters a bit when he sees you for the first time. Your hair fell curly down your back, you wore jeans that fit your hips but flared down over your ankles with cute brown sandals, you wore a gorgeous floral top that complimented your skin tone so perfectly. “Hi, Ms. Y/n? I’m Sergeant Kay, this is officers Alonso and Luca, we are here to ask you a few questions.”  

You look up at the handsome sergeant standing in front of you and your brain almost lags. “Sure, happy to help” you smile at him clasping your hands together. You gesture to the chairs and small sofas scattered around the room for them to sit and you do the same. “Ms. Y/n, we believe a man you know has been involved in some illegal activity and we wanted to know if you had any information you could share” the girl who’s name you learned was Chris spoke up. 

“Who?’ you asked her, “The name Auther Lopez ring a bell?” Luca asked you. Authur Lopez, you were never able to look at men the same after him, he was your high school sweetheart. You were going to marry him. That was until you found out he was dealing in high school and left him. “A couple months ago he found my shop, said he was keeping tabs on me and asked if I would consider giving him a job. Auther and I dated in high school, I broke up with him when I found out he was dealing, not only that but he was on them. I’m not sure what I never asked. When I hired him, he promised he was clean and so I agreed. Actually, his shift is meant to start in about 10 minutes, he has to come here.” 

“What is he involved in?” You asked them directly your question to no one in particular. “We believe he dealing again, or maybe he never stopped who knows. We need to bring him in a find the location of his stash house before he can distribute his product.” Luca spoke to you.  

“You’re welcome to wait here until he shows then, I had no idea he was still dealing” Luca made a call to someone while Chris asked to look around the shop and you agreed. Deacon didn’t move though, he sat right there in front of you the whole time. “Are you back together?” his voice was quite as he spoke but you heard him, “No, I’m not interested in starting things back up with him, he has done nothing but disappoint me, I only gave him the job because he said he needed it and he was getting clean.” you matched him tone while you looked at him. 

He was so pretty you could barely take your eyes off him, if you weren’t looking at his chest printing out in the tight SWAT t-shirt you were looking at his chocolate brown eyes, if not that, the you have never seen a man look so good with a beard and that usually wasn’t something you’d go for, the hints of grey just did something to your brain.  

Deacon wasn’t any different, he was too busy staring at you to realize you were staring back, he admired the way your curls look so full but not frizzy at the same time, the way he so easily got lost in your beautiful eyes, and let’s not talk about your figure, he has never seen anyone look so beautiful before.  

“So, Sergeant Kay-” 

“Deacon, call me Deacon” 

“Deacon, you’re a SWAT sergeant what is that like?” you smile when you ask him. He was confused for a quick second how did you know he was in SWAT? Until he remembered he was working, he was dressed in uniform. “It’s good, I like it, it’s dangerous and it’s a lot of work but it pays off in the end. So, books?” he returned the question.  

“Yea, I've always been a reader” you giggle as you continue, “It’s very calming to read, takes my mind off things when I’m stressed, a way to pretend you’re someone else.” 

“How could you want to be someone else?” his tone was breathy, it had a hint of a chuckle in it, it made you blush. It was so easy to get caught up in him you forgot all about what he was here for. Luca walked back into the shop; the noise of the chimes pulled you back to reality. He was met with the sight of you and deacon staring at each other with flirtatious smiles and cleared his throat to get your attention. 

“The others arrested Authur on his way here, they have him in custody. Hondo said meet back at HQ” Chris moves out with Luca and Deacon was about to follow them, “Wait!” you stopped him resting you hand on his arm to stop him from walking. You ran into one of the isles and grabbed a book off the shelf, “Here, an excuse for you to come back that isn’t work related. Now you can go” you smiled at him sweetly and he chuckled at your sweet gesture. “I’ll take you up on that.”  

Deacon walked out the bookshop with a wide grin in his face and he sees Chris and Luca waiting for him with matching grins, seems Luca had filled Chris in and they both clocked the book he didn’t walk in there with. “Ouu someone’s got a crush” Chris said in a sing song tone.  

A few days later the case was wrapped up and Deacon was sitting on a comfortable chair in the SWAT main room with his legs propped up as he read the book you gave him. He isn’t you paid attention to the book you handed in when you grabbed it but it was an interesting book.  

He has been teased non-stop by the team since they all heard about what happened, no one can see him sitting with that book in his hand without saying something about you. They even went as far as to make a bookmark with your face on it and stick it in his book so every time he opened it, he would see you. It was entertaining the say the least but now that the book was in his hand and finished, he felt nervous to see you again, this time he had no motive to hide behind other than he just wanted to see your pretty face again. 

“Hey Deac, we’re gonna hit up Luca’s food truck, do you wanna come with?” Chris asked Deacon as she packed up her things at the end of the shift. “I’d love to but, I have to swing by the bookshop and return this book y/n gave me” He waited patiently for the teasing and right on cue, “You going ask her out?” Chris was grinning like a school girl.  

“I want to, I will, I’m gonna...maybe”  

“Sergeant Kay is nervous? There is a first for everything. But seriously all jokes aside, I saw the way you looked at each other. She will say yes, no need to doubt yourself” Chris smiled at him and punched his shoulder as they walk out of the locker room.  

Deacon rushed to his car saying a quick goodbye to the team and driving to the bookshop before you closed. He opened the door and say you writing something sitting on a high chair behind the desk. “Hey” he said with a small smile.  

You look up from your book and smiled when you saw him, “You came back” you said matching his smile as it grew larger, “I guess my excuse to come see you worked, great book by the way, never thought I’d be into enemies to lovers but apparently I am” he chuckled and put the book down on the desk. 

“I’m glad you liked it; I wasn’t sure you were the type” you giggled. There was a moment of silence between you. A moment where you just stared at each other, admiring. “I have to close up the shop now, it was really nice of you to come back Deacon, it was nice to see you” Deacon smiled at your words knowing exactly how you feel.  

“It was nice to see you too.... hey do you want to join me for some dinner? I know a great food truck not far from here, we could swing by and get something” you wanted to burst with happiness, you didn’t think he had it in him to ask you out but he did.  

“Of course I’ll go with you, let me just grab my purse and lock up” you smiled you sweet smile at him and you giddily ran to the back room to get your stuff, hearing him laugh at your antics.  

When he opened the car door for you at the food truck you smiled and took a big inhale. He watched you fall in love with the smell of the food and you walked right up to the menu, “I don’t know what to get” you said to him, “Order for me”  

Deacon was about to speak when he heard his name being called out, his team was still here. He turned his head in sync with yours and watched a bunch of people walk up to you both. You instinctively stepped closer to Deacon but you quickly recognized Chris and Luca from earlier in the week.  

“I see you asked her out” Chris said. 

“I can’t believe it took him so long” another boy said who introduced himself as Jim Street 

“Oh, give him a break, it’s been a week” their team leader spoke up, Hondo. Their comments made you blush and you hid your face with your hands giggling. Deacon put his arm around your shoulder to shield you from the teasing while they laughed at the situation wholeheartedly. You're so happy Sergeant Kay came to your bookshop.  

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[achilles-rage]

Deserving

summary: while your ex-boyfriend used to put you down for everything you did, deacon treats you exactly the way you deserve. when he asks you to meet his team, you can’t help your ex’s words coming back to you, and you’re afraid that they won’t think you’re good enough for him. he comforts you, and you finally agree to meet the team.

word count: 2.5k

request: anon- could i request a deacon x reader, where she is nervous to meet his team even though they have been dating for a little while. she’s afraid they might see her as not good enough for him. deacon can’t figure out why she doesn’t want to meet them at first.

A/N: you guys i can never take deacon requests seriously because all i see when i look at him is arthur’s brother from arthur christmas🫠 anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, insecure!reader, race inclusive!reader

“Why the hell are you wearing that?” your boyfriend asks harshly once you walk out of the bedroom, eyeing you angrily. 

It’s your anniversary, and you thought you’d surprise him with a brand new dress. You spent ages trying to find the perfect colour for your skin tone, and even bought a new necklace to match. You thought he might like it, but you were wrong. Again.

“I bought it for you. Thought you’d like it.” you tell him softly as you look down at the dress, trying to smooth it down over your chest and soft tummy. You’ve heard of guys that worship the ground their girlfriends walk on; loving to see, and touch, and feel their soft curves whenever they could. Your boyfriend was, evidently, not one of them. 

When you first started dating, he gave you compliments here and there, but never about anything specific. “You look good,” or “you look nice” is all you really remember him saying, but over time you grew to love him, which is why you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

The night ends with him dragging you out of the restaurant before your meals have even arrived. He behaves once you’re in the restaurant, pulling out your chair for you and holding your hand, but you know that it’s just for show; he’s still upset with you for your dress. It was too short, too tight, he had said. He didn’t want everyone to see him with you like that, and although you pretended to not know why, you’re sure it had to do with others seeing the dips and curves of your tummy, and your plush hips and thighs. 

He had raised his voice to almost a yell when you offered to change before you left, mumbling that you were already late enough as he made his way to the door and slammed it before you could make your way across the room.

“I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” he seethes as he drags you through the parking lot, his hand grabbing your wrist harshly once you’re away from the wandering eyes of the restaurant.

“I don’t understand what I did.” you tell him softly, a hint of fear in your eyes as his footsteps echo on the concrete in front of you.

“No? You don’t remember when I told you what we were getting, and then when you corrected me in front of the waiter because you ‘didn’t want that?’ Made me look like a fucking idiot.” He opens your door for you and waits for you to get into the car, finally letting up on the tight grip on your wrist.

You get in silently, your fingers rubbing your wrist softly once you’re buckled in. He keeps his eyes on the road as he drives, jaw clenched and arms tense. You steal glances at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to will the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks away.

“I’m sorry.” you get out after a few minutes, your words cutting the tension inside of the car. Rather than your soft apology calming him down, his eyes dart over to yours as he puffs out his chest.

“You’re sorry? I don’t wanna fucking hear it. I can’t take you anywhere, can I? Fucking pathetic.” A tear finally makes its way down your cheek, and you try to wipe it away quickly, knowing he’ll yell again if he notices. Neither of you say a word the whole way home. You’re afraid anything you say will set him off again.

It's been almost two years since then, and you’ve been dating a man that’s completely different from your ex for almost a year. Deacon is everything you thought a man should be when you were a lovesick teenager. He does worship the ground you walk on, he brings you out to nice dinners, he buys you “just because” flowers. He’s perfect in every sense of the word, and the more he does for you, the more you forget about how your ex treated you.

Despite this, you can’t help your ex’s words nagging at you deep down. They echo through your head, telling you that you aren’t good enough. Frankly, it’s exhausting, but Deacon’s words are often able to cut through these words and drown them out. 

“You have the day off today?” he asks you, his voice just above a whisper. You two decided to spend a few minutes in bed together before starting the day, laying comfortably in each other’s arms.

Your cheek is resting on his chest, and you’re tracing soft patterns on his abdomen with your fingers as his thumb traces circles on your shoulder.

You hum softly as you nod, not trusting your voice this early in the morning. You raise your head from his chest and rest your chin on it, looking up at his face.

“Perfect. Maybe you could drive me to work? Meet the team?” he asks in a hopeful voice. He’s been trying to get you to meet the squad for almost as long as you’ve been together officially, but each time, you’re able to come up with a last minute excuse. Your best friend has food poisoning and they need your help, your neighbour called and needs help looking for their lost cat, you feel a migraine coming on and you need to rest. Honestly, if Deacon hadn’t already shown the team a few of his favourite photos of you two together, they would all think that you’re not real.

“Oh, um, I actually can’t.” you tell him in a soft voice, getting up and straddling his waist, aiming to distract him. He smiles as you straddle his lap, hands immediately going to your wide hips while his eyes trail down your figure in your oversized t-shirt. 

“Honey, everyone wants to meet you. I’ve been bragging about you since I first met you.” You smile softly at his praise, but you feel yourself biting the inside of your cheek as you think about it. 

As much as you want to meet his team, you’re much too nervous. You’ve grown more confident in yourself with Deacon’s help, but you can’t help feeling insecure as you think about being introduced to the most important people in Deacon’s life. What if they don’t think you’re good enough for him?

“I have to drive my friend to the airport.” you lie quickly, eyes darting away from his eyes for a moment as you trail your hands up and down his chest. He looks up at you, brows furrowed.

“I know you’re lying. You would’ve told me about that earlier than right now. Come on, what’s going on?” His eyes search your face, hoping to find some sort of clue, but your tense posture and slight frown give him nothing.

“I don’t want to meet them.” you whisper, afraid that if you speak any louder, your words will seem more harsh than you mean them to be. He frowns, reaching a hand up to your chin and forcing you to look back down at him. You see the confusion in his face, and you sigh. You’ve already said this much, you think, you might as well explain yourself. 

“What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough?” you ask, your voice barely audible as your ex’s words echo through your head. To him, you were never good enough, and a small part of you thinks that you’re not good enough for Deacon either. 

“Why wouldn’t they like you?” he asks, his brows still laced with confusion, and slight anger. He knows a little about your ex, and he assumes this is where this is coming from, but he still doesn’t understand how this has anything to do with you not wanting to meet his friends. 

“My ex hated being seen with me. I was always doing things to embarrass him. What if I do that with you? What if-” You’re cut off by his voice, which is raised slightly to stop your rambling.

“Wait a minute. ‘What if you’re not good enough?’ Good enough for what?” You sigh, looking away for a moment as you lick your lips.

“For you.” you tell him with a huff. It feels a little silly once you’re saying it. You know he loves you, but you can’t help the insecurities eating away at your confidence as you take in his handsome features. 

“Honey, where is this coming from? I love you. Everything about you.” he tells you sternly, reaching up and cupping your cheeks with his hands, bringing your face down closer to his as his eyes scan your face.

“My ex, he always told me I wasn’t enough for him, or too much, I guess.” you whisper, looking down at the way your thick thighs pressed against his lean torso and the way your tummy jutted out.

“He told you that?” he asks, anger growing inside of him as his hands move back to your hips, squeezing them. 

“Well, not exactly, I guess. He would get mad at me for a lot of things. He didn’t like me wearing certain things, or doing certain things. He got mad a lot.” you explain in a soft voice, fidgeting with your fingers in front of you, trying not to meet his gaze as you explain. 

“Did he ever hit you?” he asks through gritted teeth. He’s a little afraid of the answer, afraid of what he’d do if you say yes. He knows there would be very little holding him back from hunting him down and doing far worse than he’d ever done to you. He lets out a sigh of relief as you shake your head, closing his eyes for a moment to think.

“What exactly did he do?” he asks in a somewhat calmer voice. He’s still on edge, pissed off that your ex had done something to make you think like this, but he’s still glad he never physically hurt you.

“He didn’t like when I wore things that showed off my body. Sometimes when I did things, like talk to people in public, he would get mad. On our anniversary, he got mad at me for telling the waiter I didn’t want what he ordered for me, and he dragged me out of the restaurant. What if your friends see what he saw? What if they don’t think I deserve you?” you finish with a frown, finally looking back down into his eyes when you’re done speaking. You’re still straddling his waist, which feels like an odd position to be having this conversation ij, but his warm skin touching yours is also keeping you grounded.

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about. They would never think that. I would never think that. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You’re sweet, and you’re stubborn, and you’re smart, and you love so much. You love people who don’t deserve it because you have such a big heart. If anyone doesn’t deserve someone, I don’t deserve you.” You tear up at his words, the voice in the back of your head getting smaller as you take in his words. He sees the way your eyes soften, tears forming in your eyes, and he massages up and down your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. 

“Honey, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Please don’t let that prick control you anymore. I would never do anything he did, you know that, right?” he asks, hoping his tone and his expression make you believe his words. 

You nod slowly, sniffling as a tear finally falls from your eye. You know he wouldn’t, but sometimes, you think too hard about what your ex used to say, and you feel yourself slipping back into your old state of mind. The one that made you believe that no one would ever love you for you. 

“You don’t have to meet them today if you don’t want to. But the next day you’re off work, I want you to come see me at work, and I’ll introduce you to everyone. Deal?” he asks with a hopeful look in his eyes. You hold your breath as you bite your lip, thinking it over. You know you can’t put this off forever, and his words give you a sudden wave of confidence. You know if you don’t say yes now, you never will.

“No, I’ll go today. I’ll meet them.” you tell him finally, a small smile finally breaking onto your face as you see his grin. He pulls your face down to let his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. He tries to convey all of his affection for you into the kiss, hands moving from your cheeks to your hips, then making their way up to your tummy under your shirt. His fingers brush over your soft tummy, ghosting over the stretch marks and rolls, and he groans softly at the feeling. He loves all of you, especially your cute little tummy.

“Let's go, then. Wanna get in there early so you can meet everyone before we start.” he mutters once he pulls away. You laugh softly and get off his lap, watching as he stands up from the bed. He turns back to you and pulls you up, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying you side to side.

“What should I wear?” you speak after a moment, mind racing as you try to come up with something appropriate to wear.

“Doesn’t matter to me, sweetheart. Wear whatever you’re comfortable with.” he tells you softly, leaning in to give you a feather-light kiss on the nose. You scrunch your nose with a soft laugh, then pull away from him and go to your shared closet. 

He makes his way to the bathroom as you pick out an outfit. You finally land on one that doesn’t hide your curves, but doesn’t exactly cling to them either. Deacon whistles once he sees you all ready, eyes trailing down your figure. He takes in the hint of cleavage peeking out of your top, and the way it shows the curve of your hips and waist just enough to drive him wild. 

Once you’re at his work, you walk in with your fingers intertwined. Your hands are shaking slightly with nerves, but he’s quick to bring your hand up to his lips, causing your nerves to settle just long enough for him to drag you up to the group.

They all greet you with wide smiles, immediately seeing what Deacon sees in you. You greet them with a soft smile, hugging them all as they insist on it. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as Hondo congratulates Deacon for pulling you, and a wide grin breaks onto your face as soon as Luca invites you out for drinks with all of them the next time they finish a case.

You agree happily, eyes glancing over at Deacon, whose grin is wider than yours. He’s so glad to finally bring his two worlds together, and he’s even more happy that your nerves are finally settled, almost as if you finally understand exactly what he sees in you.

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[meespresso14]

Unexpected

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MATURE CONTENT.

Warnings: mentions of nausea, vomiting, and pregnancy.

“Hey babe, I’ve got to go.”, Luca’s voice, your fiancé who belonged to SWAT’s voice rang out. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

He came in the bedroom, looking at you in bed. You knew you looked terrible—pale as a ghost, sweaty, and wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Yes, I’ll be fine. Go to work. And don’t worry about me.”, you sniffled.

Luca’s face wore concern as he touched the door way. “I’ll always worry about you.”

“Not during a mission. Nope. You know the rules.”

“That was when we first started dating and I wasn’t sure things were going to get serious.” 

You rolled your eyes easily, sitting up in bed but instantly feeling so sick that you had to immediately lay back down. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”, you groaned.

Luca came over to the bed, siting on the edge. He sat on his empty side of the bed. You weren’t going to lie—it wasn’t so bad when he left for work some days and you could have the entire bed to yourself and sleep in. But today wasn’t shaping up to be a great day. You had already called your boss, letting them know you wouldn’t be in today. This had been going on for a few mornings but you were sure there was something going around.

He brushed through your hair easily. “I just hate leaving you when you’re feeling bad.”

“I know. But I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

Luca rolled his eyes, scoffing playfully. “Fine. Mrs. Independent. But if you need anyone—Annie’s number’s on the fridge.”

“Also have it in my phone.”, you smirked at him, shaking it lightly. 

Luca smirked back. “I love you. I’ll see you tonight. Unless it’s an all night job.”

“Okay, honey. Be careful. I love you too.”

He kissed your head, brushing through your hair again. “Get some rest.”

“I’ll try.”

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Back at SWAT headquarters, Luca was in the locker room. The assignment was already given by Hondo. Most of the team had already finished getting ready minus Deacon.

“Hey Luca. How’s Y/N?”

Luca looked up at him. “Not so great. She had a really rough morning. Woke up—said she felt dizzy, nausea, vomiting. This is like the third day in a row. She couldn’t hardly keep water down, man.”

Deacon’s eyes widened before he stifled a small laugh. “Dude.”

“What?”

“Ever think she could be having morning sickness?”

“Morning sickness?”, Luca repeated.

“Yeah—as in she’s pregnant.”

Luca scoffed playfully before resolving in laughter. “No way man.”

Deacon shrugged his shoulders lightly before smirking at Luca whilst leaning against his locker. “Just saying—Annie and I have been through this four times already.”

Luca rolled his eyes. “Well, we aren’t trying.”

“Don’t have to be.”

“She wants to get married first. I respect that, Deac.”

Deacon smirked easily before patting Luca on the shoulder. “Alright, Luca. Let’s get ready to head out.”

Luca nodded, his smile fading softly. What if Deacon was right? He swallowed hard, thinking about the possibility. He wanted nothing more than to have his own family. But he knew that there were steps you wanted to take first. There had been many women in and out of his life but none of them understood that SWAT came first. You did—and it blew his mind. You understood when he was late coming home—sometimes never coming home until the next morning just as you were getting up and getting ready for work.

You’d never admit to Luca that on the nights he didn’t come home, you barely slept. You worried about him. But you knew this would be part of your life as long as you were with him—and you wanted that to be forever. Luca shook his head, trying to get the thought away. At least just during the mission.

Back at home, you finally trudged your way into the living room. You barely made it to the couch, that queasy feeling never quite leaving. You laid down, a sigh of relief finally escaping you as you turned on the television and began watching one of your favorite reality shows. 90 Day Fiancé. It was almost comical how in love these people seemed to be, giving themselves ninety days to get married in. It was something you could never do. 

After being emerged in your show, you heard a knock on the door. You debated not answering it. Whatever it was, it could wait. But you all didn’t live in the best part of LA. But it was up and coming. Another couple of knocks came to the door and you sighed, lifting yourself off the couch painfully slow.

“Coming.”, you barely got out. 

Standing up only made you feel worse, that queasy feeling intensifying. It was miserable. Quickly, you opened the door to reveal none other than Annie Kay.

“Annie.”, you smiled even through the sickness. 

“Y/N. How are you feeling?”

She took you in a hug and you prayed she wouldn’t squeeze too tight. That might be the thing that sent you over the edge. 

“Uh okay—just really nauseous.”

“Oh my gosh—come on, let’s get you to the couch. You look a little green around the gills.”

“I am.”, you sighed as she ushered you over to the couch. “Did Luca send you?”

“Well, not exactly. Deacon had said you weren’t feeling well and I thought I’d run by and check in on you.”

She sat you down before laying her purse in the chair across the couch. “Lay back.”

You didn’t argue with her suggestion considering you felt like you could throw up at any given second. 

“How long has this been going on?”

“A couple of days.”

“Have you eaten anything and kept it down?” 

“Not exactly.”

Annie’s lips curved in disapproval. “I’ll get a cool washcloth.”

You heard her move through the house, working her way to the bathroom and eventually finding the towel closet. You closed your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t throw up anymore. You were so sore from dry heaving. As you heard Annie approach, you opened your eyes softly. 

“Have you thought about going to the hospital?”

“No. Why waste valuable resources on someone who doesn’t need them? I’m sure it’s a virus or a stomach bug or something.”

Annie looked at you disapprovingly as she laid the washcloth on your forehead. “Because it could be something else going on.”

“Annie, you don’t have to do this. Aren’t your kids at home? They need you more than I do.”

“We’re family. We SWAT girlfriends, fiancees, wives have to stick together.”, she smirked. “We’ll always be here for you. Besides my mom is there with the kids right now. It’s fine.”

You smiled softly. Ever since Luca introduced you to Annie, you all had became quick friends. It was a no brainer considering your partners worked together. But it was nice to have someone around who understood how you felt—your worries, your fears, how much you loved the man that made you feel all of these things. Annie understood that a hundred percent and validated your feelings, letting you know they were normal. She recounted memories from when Deacon was a police officer before transitioning to SWAT.

SWAT only intensified her worry but she knew it was his passion—it was something he loved. And Luca was no different—considering he grew up around his father and grandfather. There was no talking him out of trying out for SWAT. 

“Thanks. It means a lot—oh crap. Annie, can you grab that small trash can? I think I’m going to be sick.”

Annie jumped off the couch, quickly grabbing the trash can and immediately handing it to you before she pulled your hair back. It was no time before you were back to your same morning routine—dry heaving. You began coughing lightly as Annie looked on sympathetically. She stroked your hair lightly as if she was trying to reassure you. Your eyes were full of tears and you could barely see as you rubbed them, hoping the torture was over. 

Sighing, Annie sat the trash can down on the floor. “You didn’t have anything to really throw up.”

“I know.”, you sighed. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t worry, I have four kids. I’m used to a little vomit.”, she smirked playfully before her voice deadpanned, turning slightly more serious. “I really think you need to get checked out.”

“I’m fine.”

“Y/N.”

“Really, Annie—I am. I even feel better now. I’m gonna go try and shower.”

Annie watched from the sidelines as you threw your blanket back and swung your legs over the side of the couch, planting them firmly on the hardwood floor. You felt dizzy and light headed but decided to continue on your stubborn way and you were damn determined to get to the bathroom and take a quick shower regardless. 

“Are you sure you feel okay?”

“I’m fine.”, you repeated, being insistent. “Really.”

She backed off easily, realizing quickly that she wasn’t going to win this argument. She knew you were determined, driven in your own way, and slightly stubborn. It made sense why you and Luca were so good for another. You all balanced each other out in some ways. It took so much effort to put one foot in front of the other and you prayed Annie wasn’t noticing your struggle. You could feel her eyes on you but tried to ignore it.

The bedroom began to grow blurry as you cleared the door frame, barely closing the door. You had to steady yourself for a moment before continuing. At least you were alone now and Annie couldn’t see you struggling. Breathing a slight sigh of relief, you continued to the bathroom. Things seemed to go from bad to worse, vision blurring further to the point you could barely make out the shapes of the shower, sink, and toilet. Your body began to sway, eyes closing and everything faded to black.

The mission was getting hot and heavy, the SWAT team coming upon the house with hostages inside. That’s when Cortez radioed Hondo.

“This is Captain Cortez to 20 David.”

“This is 20 David.”

“Is there any way Luca can be pulled out safely without compromising the team or mission?”

“Negative, Captain. Not right now. Is something wrong?”

Cortez sighed before responding. “Annie is on her way to the hospital with Y/N. She passed out at home. Just get him out as soon as you can.”

“I will.”, Hondo promised.

Hondo sighed as he ended the radio conversation, refocusing his attention to the matter at hand. Watching Luca spring into action while having no clue what was going on behind the scenes was gut wrenching. He could only imagine how Luca’s reaction would be when he told him but right now he didn’t have time to think about that. There are things that needed to happen before he could do that. As long as things went smoothly, this would end soon and he could tell Luca about what was going on with you. 

The team worked like a well oiled machine, staying in the zone. It wasn’t the first time they had been in a similar situation. Everyone knew their role and the knew it well. Hondo gave gentle orders, they followed. It was that simple. The moment of truth came, the moment they had been waiting for. Chris had a clear shot and was able to subdue the target. So far, things were successful. Hondo hoped they stayed that way. He knew he needed to pull Luca as soon as he could.

Besides his parents, you were the only other person he was so close to. Hondo could tell how much he loved you—how much he cared about you. No other woman had made it this far with Luca so he knew you were special. There was something about you. He could remember when Luca had a little more pep in his step. Hondo knew in that moment there was another woman. After the team teased and prodded at him to gain some information, they didn’t think it would last.

Luca didn’t have a good track record with women or relationships. So when things went the opposite way and Luca brought you to meet the team, they knew things were different. He seemed serious about you. That was even before the proposal. It seemed like yesterday when Luca was acting weird—getting prompted by the team about what was going on. They all feared trouble in paradise. But they were so far off from what was really going on. 

He sighed, finally telling them that he planned on proposing to you—that night. He asked them if they thought it was too soon or if you’d say yes. He got a few teasing answers but in all seriousness, everyone agreed that you’d be over the moon. That was one of the best days of your life. After watching the news all day and worrying about Luca, you were finally glad to see him that night. It was supposed to be dinner at a restaurant on the beach and then a walk on the beach. 

He might have been late but he had a good excuse. He expected you to be angry but you understood why he was late. In that moment, you proved even further why he should marry you. You were the only woman who understood SWAT came first. It was a sacrifice you were willing to make if that meant being with Luca for the rest of your life. 

You could hear all the sounds around you—people talking and moving around you. A familiar voice was one you picked up on—Annie. Slowly, you opened your eyes, everything coming into view. It was a white room, a sterile smell up in your nose. Were you at the hospital?

“Y/N?”, Annie touched your arm gently. 

Turning to look at her, she finally came into view after you blinked a couple of times. 

“What happened?”

“You passed out in the bathroom. I brought you here immediately. Your blood pressure was low, they did some blood work. The doctor should be in shortly.”

“I’ll get him.”, the nurse spoke up.

“Did you call for Luca?”

“I did. Jessica said she would get Luca out as soon as she could.”

You smirked. “SWAT comes first.”

Annie smirked back. “It’s part of this life, isn’t it?”

“It is. Thank you, Annie.”

“You’re welcome.”

Interrupting the heartfelt conversation, the sound of the curtain sliding back and the doctor entering the room got your all’s attention.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes?”

“I’m Doctor Owens. I’m treating you today and I’d like to go over a few things with you since you’re awake now.”

You nodded.

He continued. “Is your husband on his way?”

“Fiancé and as soon as he can. He’s a police officer—well, he’s on SWAT.”

“One of LA’s finest.” 

You smiled, instantly thinking about him and nodded lightly. Annie smiled at you sympathetically and you felt like she already had an idea of what was going on. You fiddled with the hem of your blanket lightly. 

“Your blood pressure was low when you arrived. We did some blood work and determined that your iron levels were also low. Also, you had an abnormal result in your blood work.”, he smiled.

Why was he smiling?

“What’s going on?”, you asked easily.

Annie squeezed your arm reassuringly. 

“You’re pregnant. Congratulations.”, the doctor smiled. “Your HCG levels are perfect. Your iron and blood pressure were low from early pregnancy. We just need your consent to give you some iron infusions before you leave. We might keep you overnight, just observe you.”

“Pregnant?”, you repeated, feeling like the wind had been taken out of your sails.

The doctor nodded. “Around four weeks. Still early but everything looks great. I’ll be happy to go over the results once your fiancé arrives.”

You nodded softly, swallowing hard. The doctor disappeared behind the curtain and you instantly began to feel overwhelmed. 

“I can’t believe this.”, Annie smiled. “Luca is going to be over the moon—oh, he’ll be so thrilled.”, she smiled.

“Are you sure?”, you laughed nervously and she could tell you were worried.

“I’m sure—he’s always wanted his own family.”

You began to feel a little numb, like you were disassociating slightly. It felt like a dream—but you weren’t sure if it was going to have a happy ending. You could only hope Luca would take the news well. You’d find out soon enough. 

TO BE CONTINUED....

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[lcvesjj]

Could you do David 'Deacon' Kay with wife reader? They always knew what to do if Deac died but they didn't prepare for her. Kinda like Annie when she was sick. Angst but ending with fluff. Thanks!! :))

Title : "in sickness & in health"

Warnings : hospitals, Reader gets sick, worried Deac, angst with a happy ending,

Summary : You both prepared for what would happen if Deacon died or got sick- but you never planned for what would happen if you were the one to get sick.

A/n : I originally planned for this to have more angst, but I changed my mind halfway 😭 anyway I hope this is what you had in mind and thank you for the request !!

Word count : 616

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It was just a normal day. Deacon went to work, the kids went to school & preschool. So you were all alone at home.

You cleaned the house up a little since the kids left a mess in the living room after playing with Legos the previous night. You felt slightly off when you woke up but you just brushed it off thinking it was just the nerves at the thought of your husband getting hurt on the job.

After a while you decided to go visit David at work, since you had nothing else to do. That feeling of something being wrong never went away…

Maybe something was seriously wrong.

After parking in front of the SWAT HQ you got out grabbing your bag and walking towards the front entrance. Even if Deacon was probably out somewhere on call you thought it would maybe be nice if you just popped in to say hello. Walking past security the feeling got much much worse. Something was really wrong.

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And then it all went black, you collapsed onto the floor unconscious. The next thing you could remember was waking up in the hospital with David sitting next to you. He was holding his head in his hand and he was crying. Slowly reaching out, you grabbed his hand squeezing it twice. He immediately looked up in relief since you were finally awake.

“You’re finally awake.” He muttered while standing up and brushing the hair out of your face. “How do you feel?” Deacon questioned you with a worried look on his face. “I feel fine, just a bit tired.” You replied with a tired smile.

Just as Deacon was about to speak the door opened and your three kids ran into the hospital room screaming “MOM!” You just smiled at them while your middle child - Lila ran up to the bed and immediately grabbed your hand while asking you a million questions at once. “Easy Lila, your mom just woke up. So let’s calm down and give her some space okay?”

You just smiled at her while patting the bed next to you, inviting her to sit down next to you. As soon as Lila had climbed onto the bed you pulled her into your lap squeezing her tightly and kissing her forehead. Then your boys slowly approached the hospital bed, upon seeing them you invited them to sit next to you and Lila. Matthew & Samuel immediately took you up on your offer and clambered up onto the bed and sat down next to you, snuggling up to you.

Deacon smiled at the sight of you laying in the hospital bed, with your kids curled up next to you. “I love you mom.” Matthew stated softly while clinging onto you tightly, despite being the oldest Matthew was still very clingy to you. Not that he’d ever admit it outright but it was very obvious.

Everyone knew a health scare like this could lead to serious consequences but it turned out to just be a bad case of the flu. So you had to stay in the hospital for a few days and Deacon never left your side. Your kids would go to school as normal despite their protests that they want to stay with you.

Deacon had made a deal with all three of them that if they went to school as normal he’d buy them ice cream and then they could come visit you in the hospital until it was bedtime and they had to go home and sleep. The kids would always light up as soon as they saw you, while telling you about their days at school and if they had made any new friends.

[daydreamabout]

Unfair (Jim Street Imagine)

Summary: Hondo pulls you aside for a chat about your feelings for Street. You’re frustrated he didn’t have the same conversation with him.

It was a quiet afternoon at the precinct after another grueling shift. Most of the team had already filed out, heading home to unwind. But not you. You preferred staying back, giving yourself a moment to breathe before heading out into the world outside of work.

But apparently, someone had noticed.

You were sitting at a desk, flipping through paperwork and trying to clear your mind, when you heard the familiar sound of Hondo’s boots on the floor. You didn’t need to look up to know it was him; his presence filled the room, commanding attention without him even saying a word.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice calm but sharp, like he was about to dive into something he already knew.

You looked up, a small frown tugging at your lips. “What’s up, Hondo?”

He didn’t waste any time, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took a few steps closer. “I see the way you look at him.”

You blinked, taken aback for a moment. Him? There was only one person he could be talking about. You felt a flush of heat rise to your face, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn you stopped breathing.

“Street?” you asked, keeping your voice cool, but inside, your stomach was twisting. You’d worked so hard to keep things professional, to keep yourself in check. And now, here was Hondo, calling you out on it.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, Street. I’m not blind, Y/N. I see how you look at him. How he looks at you.”

Your pulse quickened, a knot forming in your throat. You’d always prided yourself on maintaining a professional distance, on keeping the rest of the team at arm’s length. But Hondo was right, you had been looking at Street differently lately. His presence had started to mean more than it should.

The frustration already bubbling to the surface, when you stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor. “Is that so?” You crossed your arms, your eyes hardening. “And what exactly do you want me to do with that information?”

Hondo didn’t flinch. He knew you well enough to understand your walls were already going up. “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Y/N. But I can tell you’re holding back. And I’m just saying… you’re not fooling anyone.”

You exhaled sharply, the anger bubbling up, a mix of frustration and confusion. “It’s not about fooling anyone, Hondo,” you snapped, your voice rising with each word. “It’s about respect. It’s about boundaries. I’ve kept my distance from everyone for a reason. I don’t want to complicate things. And now you’re coming at me like I’m some kind of problem?”

Hondo’s eyes softened, but there was an edge of concern there. “Y/N—”

“No,” you interrupted, taking a step back as your frustration boiled over. “I’m not a problem. I’ve kept myself in check. I’ve kept everyone at arm’s length for so long. And somehow, I’m the one being called out?” You felt your blood pressure rise, and before you could stop yourself, you were shouting, “Does Street get the same treatment from you, Hondo? Is that how it works? Or is it just me, because I’m a woman?”

Hondo didn’t answer right away, and that was all it took for you to make up your mind. Your hands were trembling with anger as you turned toward the door, the weight of his words too much to bear.

You stormed out of the office, not even sparing Hondo another glance. You needed to get away.

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You didn’t realize how much of a storm was brewing inside you until you stepped outside, the cool air hitting your skin, but it did nothing to calm the fire building in your chest. You were angry, confused, and most of all… hurt.

The frustration bubbled over, and you started walking with purpose, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and Hondo’s words as possible. But as you passed the parking lot, you came face-to-face with Street. Of course.

He was leaning against his motorcycle, a casual smirk on his lips, the kind of smile that always made your heart stutter in your chest. But right now, you were not in the mood.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, clearly unaware of the storm that was brewing within you. “You look like you just—”

“I’m not in the mood for your usual antics right now, Street,” you snapped, not sparing him a glance.

The playful smile faded from his face, and for a moment, he was silent, watching you. “Whoa. Okay, what’s going on?”

You stopped, turning toward him, your eyes flashing with frustration. “You know what’s going on, Street. Hondo just had a little chat with me, pointing out how obvious it is that I look at you a certain way.” You paused, your anger rising again. “Apparently, I’m not as good at hiding it as I thought.”

Street’s face softened, but you could see the confusion there. “Wait… Hondo called you out for that?”

“Yes!” you shouted, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “And I’m pissed. He’s acting like I’m some problem for looking at you the way I do. It’s unfair, Street! Does he say the same thing to you? Does he treat you like this too?”

His expression shifted from confusion to concern. He pushed off the motorcycle, stepping toward you, but you took a step back, already knowing what he was going to say.

“No, Y/N. Hondo’s just trying to look out for you. You’ve been keeping your distance for a reason. He sees that.”

“That’s not the point!” you almost shouted, your voice breaking with the weight of it all. “It’s not fair, Street. I’ve done everything right, kept it professional, kept my walls up. But I guess that’s not enough, is it? I’m still being judged.”

Street’s face softened, but there was no judgment in his eyes, only understanding. Slowly, he stepped forward again, but this time, you didn’t move away. His hand gently brushed against your arm, a silent offer of comfort.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, barely audible, but Street heard it. His thumb brushed lightly over your arm, his touch soft and reassuring.

“No need to apologize,” he said, offering you a small, understanding smile. “But hey, maybe next time, you won’t have to storm out so dramatically.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, despite yourself. It was just like Street to make light of a situation. And in that moment, you realized—you didn’t have to have it all figured out right away. You didn’t want to push him away.

[megalony]

Dating My Daughter

Here is a new Dominic Luca request for Swat, I'm sorry this took me so long and I'm trying to work on more Swat ideas at the moment.

Please let me know what you think.

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Summary: No one at Swat knows that Luca is dating the Commander's daughter. That is, until she turns up to base and suddenly collapses.

Enjoy.

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A smile worked its way onto Luca's face when he started to wake up, but he kept his eyes shut, wanting to bask in the moment a little longer. He could practically feel the morning sun beating down against his eyelids as it broke through the thin curtains.

His arm lifted a little so he could drag his rough, worn fingertips up and down the back of (Y/n)'s shoulder. His touch light enough to feel like feathers tickling across her skin.

He felt (Y/n)'s lips press into his chest, silently letting him know that she was awake too. It felt strange to wake up before his alarm and without being rudely awoken by an alert from Swat asking the team to come in early. It was rare these days to get a full nights sleep and have a lay in like this.

His left arm felt heavy when he tried to move it and slump his arm over his eyes, further blocking out the light in an attempt to stay relaxed in bed for a little while longer.

But his lips curved into a grin and a flutter of adrenaline sparked through his stomach and livened him up when he felt (Y/n) move.

Wet, hollow kisses pressed up his sternum in a slow trail that had him holding back shivers and doing his best to stay motionless. The feeling of (Y/n)'s lips pressing to his neck made him take in a deep breath but when she grazed her teeth along his skin, his lips curved higher and his hand curled around her shoulder, giving a tight squeeze.

"Morning."

"Morning," Luca slid his arm from covering his eyes so it was slumped behind his head on the pillow. Allowing him to open his eyes, adjust to the light and stare down at the girl laid on top of him.

(Y/n) had her chest pressing against his side and both arms were now folded neatly over Luca's chest with her chin perched on her arms so she could stare up at him with that sweet smile that could get away with murder in Luca's eyes.

Her eyes danced around the room for a moment before settling back on Luca. They didn't always stay at his place, it was usually (Y/n)'s apartment they frequented because Street was staying with Luca. And when no one on the team knew that Luca was dating the Commander's daughter, it was easier to stay at (Y/n)'s place. She didn't have a roommate or a member of the team hanging around to see them.

She moved her arms a little so she could tilt her chin down and attach her lips to Luca's chest, trying not to grin against him when she felt his hand tighten on her shoulder.

Her eyes shot up to look at him and a gasp burst past her lips when his arm slid down from her shoulder to bind tightly around her waist. His palm pressed flat on her lower back and he pushed up so he could flip them over. He rolled her onto her back, muffling her quiet laugh as he moved to hover between her thighs. Luca's hands planted down on the pillow either side of her head, caging her in beneath him while his teeth flashed in a cheesy grin verging on a smirk.

She brought her hands up to cup his face, smoothing her thumbs down over the creases beneath his eyes as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.

His hands shifted to hold her sides when he balanced his weight between his knees and his arms that pinned down into the mattress to stop his weight from crushing (Y/n) beneath him. He tilted his head to the left, kissing her cheek first before he made a slow descent down her neck.

His fingers scrunched up in her shirt, about to try his luck with taking it off until he looked down.

"Isn't that mine?" He muttered with a sideways grin. He recognised that pale grey shirt and the fact that he could scrunch it up in one fist and the shirt still looked two sizes two big on his girlfriend gave away the fact it wasn't hers.

He looked back up and the grin she flashed him made his heart jump, especially when her smile was obscured by her teeth puncturing into her lower lip.

"Maybe."

While he took a moment to admire the view in front of him, (Y/n) took her chance to scrape her nails agonisingly slow over his skin, starting from his abdomen and she worked her way up until her hands were curved around his neck. Her fingers tickled the small hairs at the back of his neck and she sat up to meet him in the middle, moulding her chest against his before she pulled his lips down to hers.

(Y/n) could feel the fever behind his kiss and the way his fingertips dug bruisingly into her hips when she pushed her chest up against him just to irritate him and goad him further.

Her lips curved into a smile against his kiss and when she pulled back, (Y/n) sucked Luca's lower lip between her teeth and gave a small tug until she could feel the growl deep within his chest, rumbling through into her own.

"Baby," Luca's groan was deep and the word was a warning. He didn't have a lot of time before he was going to have to get ready for Swat, and she was teasing.

Her fingertips slid away from the back of his neck so she could drape her arms around his neck and tickle her fingers across his shoulders instead. Her plump lips left Luca's and moved towards his jaw and when she could feel his lips forming into a grin, she started to kiss down his neck.

He could feel her teeth grazing against the junction between his neck and shoulder, about to bite down and leave a mark. With a deep breath, Luca pushed forward causing (Y/n) to fall back into the pillows with him on top of her. And the shock did the trick in preventing her from leaving a dark bruise on his skin.

"Don't be marking me up, Street's already been begging to meet my girl and your dad will kill me if Street lets slip."

Luca had done a good job at deflecting any of the team's questions so far when they asked who he was so happy to be texting or where he was heading off to after work. And Street knew he had a girlfriend, it wasn't hard to figure out when Luca spent half his time somewhere else and came back with bright smiles and smelling of perfume.

The first person who had to be told was (Y/n)'s dad, the person they had been trying to hide their relationship from in the first place.

In the beginning it was easier not to tell anyone. (Y/n) knew her dad would interrogate Luca and give him warnings if he knew, therefore none of the team could know in case they told Hicks. But the longer they stayed together, the less willing they were to tell Hicks in case he took the news badly. He didn't want anyone at Swat looking at his daughter, let alone trying to date her.

"Hmm, okay." She murmured softly before snagging his lips in another kiss which stole all of his senses.

Luca let himself lean against her a bit more, but he tried to keep some of his weight pushed back on his legs and his elbows so he didn't crush (Y/n) beneath him. But he could still feel every crevace of her moulded up against him.

And as always, he leaned slightly to the left so he wouldn't touch the small oval plaster patch on the right side of her abdomen.

Her Dexcom.

A small sensor just beneath the skin that took continuous readings of (Y/n)'s glucose levels so she didn't have to prick her finger and check her levels through her blood anymore. Being diabetic had a lot of ups and downs, but her Dexcom was a lot easier than finger pricks for blood readings every day.

It didn't hurt but Luca never wanted to lean too close or press on it just in case he did one day hurt her or damage it.

He was a big guy, it wouldn't take much for Luca to crush (Y/n) beneath his body weight and he would hate to lean on her Dexcom and move it by accident. It had sensors beneath the skin, Luca could only imagine moving that without proper care or attention would cause (Y/n) some pain and grief.

Wet, panting kisses were peppered along her neck and down the middle of her throat so every time she gasped or swallowed, Luca could feel each movement. He let go of her hips and moved his fingertips across her sides and over the dips and curves of her body, trying to wind her up because he knew how ticklish she could be.

He paused his administrations when one of their phones on the bedside table pinged.

"Damn." Luca leaned down and buried his face in the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, feeling her shudder against him when he sank his teeth down into the soft flesh and tugged.

He felt (Y/n) hiss into his hair when his teeth released from her neck and it made him grin. His thumb traced across her jaw and he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek before he reached across and grabbed his phone. His eyes squinted at the brightness and he flicked through the notifications before he realised it hadn't been his phone that had gone off.

Switching out for (Y/n)'s phone, he looked at the newest notification before setting her phone back down again. His left hand stayed on her hip, his thumb tracing over her hipbone while his right hand rummaged around in his top drawer for something.

Once his fingers found the bag of sweets tucked beneath loose change and multiple chargers, Luca tossed them down on the pillow next to (Y/n).

He relished the way (Y/n)'s eyes widened and followed his movements to see what he had gotten from the drawer.

"Your sugar's dropping. Eat a few of those, babe." With a lasting kiss to her lips, Luca grinned against her mouth and gave her a squeeze before he slowly shifted to kneel between her thighs. He sank back on his heels and stretched his arms above his head while (Y/n) popped two jelly babies into her mouth.

Her Dexcom was connected to her phone, it sent alerts and notifications to tell her if her levels were okay, too low or too high. It gave recommendations on what was the best things to eat or drink and suggested eating dinner or getting a snack. It was great because (Y/n) didn't always know her levels were dropping until she started to feel the effects. The app let her know with some advanced warning.

It was also good for letting her know during the night. Sometimes (Y/n) didn't always wake up if she was having a hypo during the night. But with the notifications, it woke her and with Luca being a light sleeper, if he heard the notification he would wake up and help.

They had been together for long enough now that Luca had a stash of sweets in his car, glucose sachets in his backpack he took around with him. And he had put some in his bedside drawer on the off chance they stayed here rather than at (Y/n)'s place. Jelly babies happened to be his weakness and he knew they were good to boost (Y/n)'s levels if she ever needed them.

"Are these a midnight snack?" There was a little bit of hope in (Y/n)'s voice. Hope that these weren't just in Luca's drawer because he could get peckish during the night, but because he wanted them here in case she stayed over.

The soft look that flooded his eyes made (Y/n)'s stomach flip as she reached into the packet for another sweet.

Her eyes followed Luca as he dropped his arms from stretching above his head and cupped her chin so he could lean forward and kiss the powdered sugar from her lips.

"Street's been staying out recently, and I knew if you stayed the night, we might need some sugar close at hand."

"You planned ahead." (Y/n) wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement, but the tenderness in her voice pulled at Luca's heartstrings and had his smile broadening. He kissed her again, softer this time and nudged his nose against hers.

"I wanted to be prepared, there's a pack in the car too."

At the risk of sounding corny, (Y/n) mumbled a quiet but loving "You're sweet," as her hands moved to cup his face, bringing him in for a lasting kiss before he climbed off the bed. He needed to get ready for work.

Luca pulled a shirt over his head and turned to look back at (Y/n) when he heard her moving to get up off the bed. The smile on his face began to fade when he watched (Y/n) wobble on unsteady feet, and when her eyes started to roll, Luca pushed forward.

He looped his arms around her waist, letting her slump forward into his chest just as her knees began to cave.

"Wow, hey you okay?" He pecked her temple and moved one hand to tilt her head back so she was looking up at him. His eyes narrowed, watching the way her eyes took a few seconds to come back into focus and her hands felt like they were shaking when she reached out for his arms.

She managed a small smile and nodded her head when the dizziness began to fade and the spots in front of her eyes faded back to full vision again.

"I'm good, j-just the sugar, probably."

Luca hummed in that quiet way that told her he wasn't inclined to believe her, but he wouldn't press the matter. He turned her and helped her sit back down on the side of the bed as his eyes looked her up and down just to reassure himself that she was alright.

Her levels had dipped, she probably just needed to wait for them to even back out again.

***

A grin spread across (Y/n)'s lips when she walked past the gym and clocked her eyes onto a familiar set of blond hair spiked up at the front. She could feel her visitor's badge tapping away on the waistband of her jeans and she began to tap her finger against the badge, stopping it from making such a noise.

Her eyes stayed focused on Luca who was staring down at the tablet in his hands, clearly going through some notes or files for a new case.

It took a few seconds for him to finally lift his eyes and look ahead of him. He knew this place like the back of his hand, he was used to roaming around without needing to look where he was going.

When he lifted his eyes, they seemed to light up the moment they latched onto (Y/n). He scoured around the gym, making sure no one was nearby as he and (Y/n) went to cross paths. He was aiming for the computer room, although Luca wasn't sure where (Y/n) was going or why she was here.

When they came close, Luca moved the tablet into his right hand so he could reach his other hand out. He wormed his arm in front of (Y/n) and gave her hip a tight squeeze as they passed, and he took the opportunity to press a kiss to her temple since no one was around.

He didn't like having to let go of her, but they couldn't afford for anyone to see their interaction and catch onto what was happening between them.

(Y/n) smiled to herself and tilted her head down when Luca passed her. She kept her pace and aimed for the stairs at the back of the base. She was here to see her dad, they were heading out for lunch together.

Shifting her hand up, (Y/n) rubbed at her temple to try and rid herself of the headache beginning to form behind her eyes. She hadn't felt amazing since her low sugar level this morning, but her levels had evened out since then.

Her head was pounding and she wasn't sure if she was going to have much of an apetite once she and her dad went out, but (Y/n) knew she would have to eat something. Skipping meals wasn't an option for her, it screwed with her diabetes. Regular meals, controlled carbohydrates and sugar intake all helped to keep her stable.

She continued to rub at her temple but a gasp tumbled past her lips and she came to an abrupt stop when she turned towards the stairs and almost barelled into someone.

"(Y/n), hey. What're you doing here?"

A forced smile wormed onto her lips and she looped her arms around Deacon, pulling him in for a hug. It had been a while since she had seen almost anyone from Swat, excluding Luca of course. She always managed to have some banter with Deacon and have a good joke around.

"Meeting dad, for lunch. How are you?" It took a moment to get the words out properly and in the correct order, and she was sure Deacon sensed that she wasn't feeling her best right now.

Her nose crinkled when she felt her blood pulsing through her head like a boombox and she could of groaned when she felt how warm it was in here. She felt like she was burning up, God they had the heating on a lot round here.

"I'm good, we miss you round here, you know." He patted his hand on (Y/n)'s arm, but his smile started to fade.

Deacon moved his hands to his hips and tilted his head to one side when (Y/n) leaned back into the wall just beside the stairs. She didn't look too good. (Y/n) ran her hand around the back of her neck while she pressed her lips together. Her mouth felt dry. How long had it been since she'd had a drink? Was that why she had a headache, because she needed a drink?

"I- I uh, I need to find dad." She did her best to smile, but she knew it didn't fool him.

Her hand trailed along the wall as she turned towards the stairs and tried to get herself to move. Whatever Deacon said went in one ear and out the other as (Y/n) forced her numb legs to lift and move up the stairs. But three steps up had her feeling like someone had pressed a pause button on her.

"Oh, God." Deacon surged forward and reached out for (Y/n) when her body landed on the stairs with a thud that echoed in his ears and made him cringe.

His hands grasped her waist and he carefully reeled her up off the stairs, taking a few steps back to ease her down to the floor. He couldn't have her laid passed out on the stairs like that, she could hurt herself.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you with me?"

His hands moved to lay her on her back as he crouched down beside her and gently cupped her neck. He tilted her head to the side and felt her pulse whilst also making sure she was still breathing properly.

"Deak?"

Deacon tilted ihs head back at the sound of Hondo's voice, seeing the Sargent stood at the top of the stairs. "Go get Hicks."

"Deak, hey Deak what happened?"

Panic struck a chord in Luca's chest and sent twinges rolling throughout his nervous system like he was about to have a heart attack. He dumped the tablet down on the bench at his side before he jogged over towards the stairs. What was he doing? Why was (Y/n) passed out on the floor?

"This is (Y/n), Hick's daughter. She didn't look too good and she passed out, Hondo's gone to get him."

Luca resisted the urge to say he knew who she was. Of course he knew, he'd been seeing her for the last few months, but none of the team needed to know that yet. He crouched down beside (Y/n), watching intently as Deacon tried to lift her eyelid and see if she was conscious, but her eyes had rolled tot he back of her head.

Before he could think better of it, he moved round for the bag that had slid off (Y/n)'s arm in the struggle. He unzipped her bag and fumbled around until he found her phone. He had to know if her levels had dropped and if this was anything to do with her diabetes or not.

"Uh, Luca, what are you doing?" Deacon kept his hands on (Y/n)'s neck, still trying to rouse her. But he rose a brow when he watched his friend find (Y/n)'s phone. Deacon doubted calling anyone or checking her phone was going to make much of a difference right now.

"Checking her sugar levels… Dexcom?"

When Deacon just gave him an uncertain look, Luca reached down for (Y/n)'s shirt and pulled it up to expose her abdomen. He pointed to the square Dexcom stuck to the left side of her abdomen which caused Deacon to raise a brow. He didn't know (Y/n) was diabetic, but then again, it wasn't something she would broadcast to everyone at Swat.

Which begged the question, how did Luca know about it?

"She's a diabetic, and her levels are really low." Luca opened the app and set the phone down near (Y/n)'s shoulder so Deacon could see just how low her glucose levels had dropped to.

"Alright, what happened?" Hicks voice boomed through the air and his boots clammered against the stairs as he rushed down to the commotion.

He nodded when Deacon pushed up and stepped back so that Hicks could take his place beside (Y/n). He brushed his thumb across the side of her jaw and tried to bring her back around but it was clear she wasn't about to wake up anytime soon.

"(Y/n), honey can you hear me?" He clicked his tongue when he didn't gain a response, but when he realised (Y/n)'s Dexcom app was open on her phone, his eyes snapped over to Luca. "How'd you know about that?"

"I saw the Dexcom last time she was here, figured she had to have the app too."

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back on his heels while he started to run his hands up and down his thighs. He didn't like this. (Y/n) hadn't been feeling great this morning and now she had passed out, and Luca knew it wasn't because she had skipped a meal because he saw her have breakfast. The jelly babies this morning should have boosted her levels and eating should have kept them up to a normal state.

And he really didn't like the fact that this happened here, at work, where Luca couldn't try and hold her or move her or bring her round himself. He couldn't do anything without seeming inappropriate or letting slip how much she meant to him.

When his hands continued to glide up and down his trousers, a sudden thought hit him and he looked down.

Glucose powder sachets. Luca had them in the car and in his backpack, and these were an old pair of trousers. He slid his hand into his pocket, feeling his heart go haywire with five extra beats when he felt the familiar silver foil packet between his fingers. He had a sachet on him. That would help to boost her system.

He slowly reached out for her bag and set it on his lap, pretending to rummage through and slid the sachet between his fingers.

"Will this help?" He sheepishly handed the sachet over to Hicks who had a visible wave of relief wash over him.

"Yeah, give it here. Someone call an ambulance, I want her taken to hospital with levels this low. Here we go, sweetheart."

Hicks ripped the sachet and carefully pulled (Y/n)'s jaw down so he could rub the powder on the inside of her cheek. It was a quick way to get glucose into her system by adding powder onto her cheeks so her saliva would break it down. They had to get her levels to rise quickly and it had been a long time since Hicks had needed to help (Y/n) through a hypo like this.

He wanted her to get checked out by a doctor, it wasn't normal for (Y/n) to go into hypos and he had to know if there was a reason for this. And if she didn't pick up soon, she would need to be hospitalised to get her levels back up to where they should be.

***

"Dad, I'm fine-"

"You are not fine now sit back down." The stern tone in her dad's voice made (Y/n) bow her head and although she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, she gave in.

She sat back down on the bed and when her dad pointed at her legs and clicked his fingers, she grumbled but swung them back onto the bed. She crossed her legs beneath her and moved her hands to fiddle with the few rings on her fingers, twisting them round out of nervous habit.

Her eyes glanced up at her dad, watching the way he began to roll his cuffs up towards his elbows before his hands clamped down on his hips. He wasn't about to let (Y/n) try and discharge herself. They were waiting for the doctor and they weren't leaving until (Y/n) had been checked out and cleared.

"Do you know how long its been since I had to administer glucose to you, since I had to call an ambulance for you?" His tone softened a little with each word, but Hicks still didn't sound his usual self. His voice was gruff and his expression was dark.

He'd had enough scares in the past with (Y/n)'s health, and after losing her mother, Hicks couldn't bear the thought of anything else happening to anyone in his family. He wanted confirmation that she was alright or they weren't going anywhere.

"I'm sorry." Reaching out, (Y/n) took one of his hands in hers and gave a little shake to try and make him smile.

"I don't want you to be sorry, you haven't done anything wrong, I just- I just want to know that you're okay."

(Y/n) smiled and squeezed his hand before a knock at the door broke them out of their little moment together. She could feel a wave of relief washing over her when the nurse came in. They had been waiting for discharge papers.

She had come around in the ambulance on the way here and she'd had bloods taken, an IV on and insulin on tap when she needed it. She felt better and her levels had risen back to normal and were being monitored. (Y/n) didn't want to waste anymore of anyone's time, she just wanted to go back home. She felt much better even though she did feel horrid about the fact that Hondo's team were all in the waiting room to make sure she was okay.

They had better, more important things to do than hang around here after the small scare (Y/n) had given them.

"Can I go now?" (Y/n) winced and looked down when her dad squeezed her hand and gave her a certain look.

"Is she okay?"

The smile on the nurse's face was comforting and she began tapping her fingers against the papers in her hand which (Y/n) prayed were discharge papers. She shouldn't have been admitted in the first place, she should have stayed in the emergency room and then gone home once her levels evened out.

"We did a few tests when you arrived, and the results have come back… am I okay to tell you, or would you prefer to talk in private?"

A frown pulled on (Y/n)'s face and she suddenly found herself gripping her dad's hand tighter. Was that a bad thing? Was she about to be given bad news that she might want to hear alone? What kind of tests had they done that would give strange results like this?

"I'm her dad, you can talk in front of me, right?" Hicks looked from the nurse back to (Y/n) who quickly nodded. If this was bad news then she didn't want to hear it alone.

"Okay, well you had some blood screened when you came in, and after looking at the hormone levels we did a few more tests. You're pregnant, congratulations."

(Y/n) felt her stomach twisting itself into knots and she shivered when her dad tightened his hand around hers until she could barely feel her fingers anymore.

That was technically good news, that wasn't anything bad or horrible or life-threatening. (Y/n) wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but she thought it would be something bad with the way the nurse spoke at first. That was good news. She was going to have a baby. Hicks was going to be a grandad. (Y/n) and Luca were about to have a baby together.

Oh.

Now she was going to have to tell her dad about her and Luca. Her dad had found out about the baby before Luca, that wasn't exactly the right way to go about things.

"I'll let you have a moment for it to sink in, then we can get you discharged and signed on for antenatal appointments."

The amount of information, thoughts and panicked reasonings running through (Y/n)'s mind made her dizzy. And when the nurse left the room, (Y/n) finally let go of her dad's hand so she could look up at him and gage his expression. He looked gaunt and pale and in shock.

He clamped one hand down on his hip while his other hand rubbed at the back of his neck and loosened his collar that now felt like it was constricting his breathing. His daughter was going to have a baby. She was clearly seeing someone or knew someone and he didn't have any idea.

"I didn't know you were getting serious with anyone." His voice was quiet and the way he rose a brow was like he was asking (Y/n) to tell him this was a misunderstanding.

He thought things would go differently. He thought (Y/n) would find someone, introduce them and they would all get along and do things as a family before she settled down. He thought he would walk her down the aisle before he saw her start a family of his own, but then again, Hicks knew he was traditional. She didn't have to get married, but he would of liked some warning first before this kind of news.

"Do I know him?"

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and bit down on her lower lip. She tried to look up at her dad but the panic was written across her face and it made him take a sharp breath when he looked down at her.

"Oh… oh, sweetheart, please don't tell me it's someone on my team?" The gritty tone to his voice made (Y/n) shake and she nodded her head.

She cringed when her dad sighed and tipped his head back. His hands moved to smother his face and he groaned, muttering something incoherent into his palms. Someone under his command had gotten with his daughter and got her pregnant. He didn't want (Y/n) involved with anyone in Swat.

She had enough trouble worrying about him and the work he did without having to worry about another loved one getting hurt on the job. Hicks loved the job, but he had seen how it worried his own wife a lot of the time.

"It's Luca." (Y/n) swung her legs round to get up but she saw the fire burning in her dad's eyes when he listened to her.

"Luca?!"

Out of all the people on his team, Hicks wouldn't have pegged Luca as the kind to do something like this. Luca was devoted to the job and he had a lot of respect. He thought Luca would have been someone who would have come outright to him and explained that he was seeing his daughter, rather than going behind Hicks's back like this.

He thought Luca might have had some decency to stay away from (Y/n). Hicks told everyone not to even look at his daughter, let alone think about dating her.

"I was gonna tell you, I swear…"

(Y/n) cringed and turned to try and fiddle with the IV line strapped to her left hand when her dad silently walked out of the room. She knew the team were waiting outside. She knew they were still here and she didn't want her dad to argue with Luca or start a fight.

A rather dirty look crossed Hicks's face and he swiped his hand along his chin and the back of his neck as he locked his sights on Luca. He made a beeline for the younger man who was sat forward in his chair, hands clasped between his thighs and both feet tapping madly against the floor.

"A word?"

A shiver tore down Luca's spine but he nodded all the same. He pushed up to his feet, running his hands up and down his thighs as he followed the commander away from the rest of the team who were looking at him with confusion and unease lighting up their eyes.

He knew. Luca could feel it. His stomach was tingling with adrenaline and he just instinctively knew that the game was up. Hicks knew he had been seeing his daughter. (Y/n) must have said something and Luca couldn't blame her, but this wasn't how either of them wanted him to find out.

He began pulling his sleeves down and fiddled with them, hooking the sleeves over his hands in an anxious habit. But he held his shoulders straight and stood tall to try and keep himself professional and respectful.

"I would of thought a third generation would of had the decency to tell me he's dating my daughter. Especially when I thought I'd made it clear I didn't want anyone involved with her."

That stung. Luca visibly winced and coiled his arms towards his chest. He was third generation and he was extremely proud of that, but he couldn't help who he fell in love with. All he could help was how Hicks had found out and how they should have told him sooner.

"I'm sorry for not telling you, I really am, we didn't want to cause problems. But I'm not sorry for being with (Y/n)… sir, I really love your daughter."

Luca couldn't help but steal a glance behind him.

He found Street grinning because now he finally knew who his friend had been seeing behind closed doors, and he also knew that this was a big mess up. Street would no longer be the one who people could pick on or make fun of for what he did because Luca would be scrutinised- all in joking manner- for this one.

And he could see Deacon and Chris rolling their lips together, trying their best not to smile or laugh. But the way their heads were inclined together said it all; they were already gossiping about this.

"Hm, you do?" Hicks placed his hands on his hips and bent one knee forward and for a moment, he looked like he was thawing out a little. "Well that's good to hear, Luca. Because not only have I just found out you're dating my daughter, but now you've got her pregnant, too."

A grin formed on Luca's lips which parted, clearly about to laugh until he realised his commander wasn't smiling.

This wasn't a joke.

Hicks wasn't messing with him or trying to wind him up or get a reaction out of him as payback for not telling him sooner. This was real.

Luca couldn't control the smile breaking out on his face again, he tried to pinch himself and bind his arms around his chest, but it did nothing to hide his growing pleasure. He couldn't help but smile because this is what he'd always wanted. Luca loved (Y/n), he loved every bone in her body and he'd always wanted a family of his own and kids someday. Now he was going to have a baby, with (Y/n).

"She- really- oh my God."

"Yeah, really-" Hicks shook his head with a sigh when Luca was already rushing past him and making a beeline for (Y/n)'s room. If that didn't prove to him that Luca loved her, he didn't know what would.

(Y/n) reached her hands out for the bed, about to sit back down quickly until she realised it wasn't her dad coming back into the room. She let her shoulders drop and let go of the IV line she had taken out the back of her hand.

Her eyes followed Luca as he shut the door behind him and hurried over to her. His hands were messing with his sleeves and batting about at his sides and he had his usual black baseball cap sat backwards on his head.

But it was the smile toying about on his lips which made (Y/n)'s stomach ignite with adrenaline and made her breaths catch in her throat.

"Is it true? He's not trying to mess with me or something?"

(Y/n) took a step closer to him as she nodded, unable to look anywhere but at the radiant grin on his face. "I'm pregnant."

She loved the way he practically threw his arms up in the air and jumped on the spot like a child who'd just opened the best Christmas present. Before (Y/n) could say another word, Luca's arms were bound around her waist and he lifted her off her feet.

She gasped, looping her arms around the back of his neck, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck as she giggled against his skin. She could feel his hands squeezing her sides, trying not to hurt her but he couldn't stop the excitement that was radiating through him.

"Oh, this is great, babe." His lips pressed to her cheek and when (Y/n) leaned back, he stole a searing kiss from her lips before he gently set her back down to her feet. Their temples pressed together and (Y/n) ran her hand up and down the back of Luca's neck, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

"We're having a baby."

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Meet My Family

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Pairing: Jim Street x fem!baker!reader

Summary: Street is ready to introduce you to his family. You become fast friends with his SWAT team, but meeting his mother is a difficult challenge. After she tries to scare you away from Street, he faces a tough decision about who he considers family.

Warnings: Karen is Karen, Jim Street is a flirt™️, brief angst, fluff, not proofread

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

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“Hey, handsome,” you greet before kissing Jim’s cheek.

“Hi,” he responds slowly, his eyes narrowed as he watches you. “What’d you do?”

“Why do you think I did something?” you ask, blinking innocently.

“Because you met me at the door with a kiss and it smells like cookies in here.”

“I am a baker.”

“And I’m a cop. I can read you, babe.”

“Babe?” you repeat with a smile. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Not until you tell me what you want,” Street stipulates, failing to hide his smile.

“You said you were ready to introduce me to your team. And I accidentally tripled a few trial recipes, so I have a ton of cookies right now.”

“You want to bribe them,” he concludes, nodding.

“Not exactly what I meant, but… yeah.”

“Are you sure? They can be a lot. They’re going to like you, probably more than they like me, but I didn’t say I wanted to introduce you to rush you into anything.”

“You’re not rushing me. I’m ready to meet them. They’re important to you, and I love you.”

“Enough to save some cookies for me?”

“Of course.”

Less than half an hour after arriving at the station, Chris inhales deeply and says, “I love you.”

You smile as Street asks, “Because of the cookies?”

“Really?” Hondo asks you. “Street?”

“I see why he hid you,” Tan says, reaching for another cookie. “We’re going to need the address of your bakery.”

“The cookies aren’t the only reason we like you,” Luca explains. “You’re great for Street.”

“He’s great for me,” you reply. “But I’m glad you like the cookies, too.”

“How’d you meet?” Deacon inquires.

“He stole a cake.”

“I did not steal it,” Street corrects, looking at you as if you just accused him of murder. “I accidentally knocked it out of her window.”

“How do you accidentally knock a cake out of a window?” Hondo asks.

“I’ve asked the same thing almost daily since we started dating and I’ve never gotten a clear answer,” you say.

“Did you start dating after that?” Chris wonders.

“The same day,” Street brags. “I apologized for ruining the cake, and when I saw her, I had to ask her out.”

Hondo looks at you for confirmation, and you shrug. It’s close enough to the truth. Street tried to salvage the cake, offering apology after apology until you laughed. He looked up at you, with cake and frosting up to his elbows, and couldn’t find any more words to say. He finally blurted out a proposal to buy you dinner, and you haven’t looked back since.

“You should come to dinner with us on Friday,” Hondo tells you. “We’re going to a diner that just opened on Wilshire.”

“I’d love to,” you reply. “I’m sorry if I overstepped by just showing up today with no notice.”

“Family can drop by anytime,” Luca assures you.

After you say your farewells and gather the now empty cookie trays, you exchange numbers with Chris and talk to her about some of your shared favorite recipes. Meanwhile, the guys tell Street you’re perfect for him and welcome anytime, whether you’re bearing baked goods or not.

“How long have you been together?” Deacon asks him.

“About a month,” Street answers.

“What does your mom think about the new relationship?” Hondo inquires.

Street looks at you, where you’re laughing with Chris, then admits, “She doesn’t know. I wanted to introduce her to my actual family first.”

Deacon pats Street’s shoulder and encourages him to do what he thinks is best.

“We are your family, kid,” Hondo promises. “And we’re here for you – both of you.”

Street stops outside his door. He begins speaking but doesn’t get past your name before trailing off.

“I know,” you whisper comfortingly. “I’m here for you, Jim. Not your mom. And if she doesn’t like me, that’s okay. At the end of the day, it’s your decision about who you love, not hers. You know that, right?”

“I do. Okay, let’s get this over with.”

Street takes your hand and leads you into his apartment. His mom is living with him temporarily while she gets on her feet again and figures out what exactly she’s going to do for the remainder of her parole – or so she says.

“Jimmy!” she greets warmly. When she sees you, her smile drops.

“Mom, this is my girlfriend,” he introduces. “And this is my mom, Karen Street.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Street,” you greet with a smile, offering your hand.

“You too,” she answers. She then turns to Street, wiping the hand she used to shake yours on her pants, and says, “I couldn’t remember how to use the coffee maker. Could you show me again?”

“I’ll just make you some right now,” he offers before asking if you want anything.

“No, thanks,” you answer softly. Sitting with Karen, you ask how her day is going so far.

“Let’s just skip all the niceties since Jimmy isn’t here,” she interrupts. “You know as well as I do it will never work out. My Jimmy is a cop, he’s handsome, and you’re… a baker? Do you honestly see that working?”

Your smile droops, but you’re unwilling to let Karen Street deter you or scare you away from dating the man who makes you happy.

“We can make it work,” you answer. “I’m sorry that you feel that way.”

“It would be in your best interest to leave,” she snaps.

“Here you go, Mom,” Street says, placing a steaming mug of coffee beside her.

Karen looks between you and Street, then asks, “Could I speak to you alone, Jimmy?”

“Mom,” he begins, shaking his head.

“I actually need to use the restroom,” you offer, standing.

Street nods, points you in the right direction, then takes your previous seat. He brushes his fingers against yours as you pass him and prepares for his mother to be back to her usual antics.

“That girl is not good for you, Jimmy,” she warns. “She’s rude, uncaring, and she told me that I was a bad mother! Can you believe that? She practically admitted to using you for your law enforcement ties and for money.”

“That doesn’t sound like her,” Street replies, knowing perfectly well that you didn’t say anything rude or about using him.

Karen gets desperate then, unwilling to lose Street because he’s her access to everything. Jim can get her everything she needs and wants, and she will not let you win him over and take him from her.

“I’m sure it doesn’t, not to you,” Karen continues. “She mentioned another man, so I’d bet she’s not loyal. And you, Jimmy, are the most loyal and caring person I’ve ever met. I don’t want to see her hurt you.”

You linger by the door and scroll on your phone in the bathroom. You’re going to give Street and his mom five minutes to talk, you decide. Smiling as you reply to a message from Chris, you don’t concern yourself with hypothesizing what Karen is saying about you. When you do return, Street stands and rises from his seat.

“Did Chris text you too?” he asks. “About coming over to help with the paint?”

“She did,” you reply, following his lead. Chris texted about helping her paint; that wasn't a lie, but she doesn't need help until next weekend. If Street’s taking it as an out, you’ll go with him. You’d go anywhere with him, you think. “It was a pleasure,” you tell Karen. “I made blueberry scones earlier and thought you might like them. They're on the counter.”

“Thank you,” she replies flatly. “Be safe, Jimmy.”

“I’ll be back later, Mom,” he assures her.

As the door closes behind you, Street sighs and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“C’mon, homewrecker,” he murmurs.

With a laugh, you ask, “What?”

“I’ll tell you later. I need ice cream.”

“And cookies?”

“So many cookies.”

After arriving at your home, you share a plate of fresh cookies and homemade ice cream with Street. He stays close to you, stealing kisses between cookies, and makes you feel incredibly loved. As always.

“Now that you’ve met the family, what do you think?” he inquires.

“If you and Tan ever get tired of SWAT, you should do standup comedy,” you begin.

As you continue raving about 20-David squad and envisioning yourself staying friends with them for years to come, Street smiles. He knew his team would like you, but he’s glad you’re joining the group as seamlessly as he hoped you would.

“Oh, Deacon texted me yesterday,” you remember. “I’m making Sam a birthday cake.”

“Charge him double,” Street jokes.

“I said Deacon not Hondo.”

“You talk to my friends more than I do.”

“They’re great.”

“But my mom is insane.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up straight. Pulling your leg beneath you, you promise, “I was not going to say that.”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t a question,” Street assures you, tugging you closer. “You’re not going to see her again unless you really want to.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. My mom… My mom isn’t good for me, I’ve known that for a long time. Today, she showed me that she isn’t good for you either, and, if she can’t be supportive of us, I’m done. She’s pulled me in too deep before and I’m not going to let her do it again.”

“She’s your mother, Street.”

“And I’m not risking what I have with you for her manipulative schemes. I think I have to cut that tie before I give her something I can’t get back.”

You nod, frowning sympathetically. You feel uncomfortable giving input on the situation because it’s Street’s decision. As you hug him, he knows exactly what he has to do. His mom was scared of losing him, but she was going to be the one to drive him away.

“Is that why you called me a homewrecker earlier?” you ask against Street’s shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, she thinks you’re seeing other men. Just using me for my loyalty, good looks, and SWAT money.”

“Please,” you scoff. “That order is way off.”

Street gently pries your arms off of him and shakes his head. “Apparently you also called her a bad mother and if she were a fraction less manipulative and self-serving I’d think she was finally engaging in some reflection.”

“I’m sorry that your relationship is the way it is,” you offer. “But I’m here for you, no matter what you need.”

Street looks at the last cookie, and you smile as you nudge him toward it. Someone knocks on your door, and you leave Street’s side to answer it.

“Uh, I think it’s for you,” you murmur as you open the door wider.

Deacon, Hondo, Tan, Chris, and Luca walk into your home and look expectantly at Street.

“She didn’t like her,” he answers with a shrug. “Hondo was right.”

“Say that one more time?” Hondo requests, raising his phone to record it.

“No.”

“It smells good in here,” Luca whispers to you.

“There’s cookies and a cake in the kitchen,” you tell them. “I still can’t get that cake right. The one time I made a passable version, someone knocked it out of my window.”

Street prepares to defend himself, but you whisper, “Luckily for me, I fell in love with him.”

“So,” Hondo begins as he returns from the kitchen. “How’d it go with your mom?”

“As expected,” Street says quickly. He turns to you and says, “I love you, too.”

A few weeks later, you wait at your open door for Street to arrive. His mom is going back to jail for a parole violation, and his entire team came by your bakery today after a stressful day of saving lives and arresting domestic terrorists. Now, you want to provide Street with the comfort he gives you daily.

“I love you,” Street says as he hugs you.

“I love you,” you reply, brushing your hand over his hair. “Come on in, I have something I want to show you.”

Street nods, catches your falling hand, and follows you inside. Sitting on the counter is a cake that looks nearly identical to the one that brought you together.

“I didn’t get to taste the first one, so I need you to let me know if this is a redemption cake.”

Street forces you to take several pictures with the cake before he takes a small bite. His eyes widen, and he nods rapidly.

“It tastes similar, but even better,” he says. “Can we have this at our wedding?”

“Sure,” you answer with a smile.

Street offers you his fork, and you admit it’s a good cake.

“Speaking of our wedding,” you say after taking another bite, “your future groomsmen invited us to dinner at Deacon and Annie’s tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I should introduce you to Annie.”

“We’ve already been texting.”

Street shakes his head and kisses you before reminding you that he loves you. "And the cake," he adds as he pulls back and steals another piece.

[reidsmuse01]

“The Camping Trip”

Jim Street x Female Reader

Summary: the whole team and their partners go on a weekend camping trip. When Street gets way too horny after a few beers, he can’t help but drag you to the tent for a quickie that somehow lasts all weekend.

Warnings: smut, no minors, 18+, p in v, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol

The fire crackled and popped, casting warm, flickering light across everyone’s faces. The whole team was sprawled out in camp chairs, bottles of beer or whiskey in hand, partners snuggled up close. Someone was telling a ridiculous story about a bust gone wrong, and laughter echoed through the clearing.

You were curled up in Jim Street’s lap, half-drunk, heart light with the warmth of the fire and the booze. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, his fingers tracing little circles on your hip through the thin fabric of your leggings.

He kept sneaking kisses to your neck, behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin — each one getting a little lower, a little less innocent.

“Street,” you whispered, laughing breathlessly, “stop it. We’re in public.”

He just smirked, voice low and wicked. “Exactly. That’s what makes it hotter.”

You squirmed on his lap, trying to refocus on Deacon’s story — but Jim’s hand slid lower, between your thighs, a slow, teasing brush that made your breath hitch.

“You’re killing me here,” you muttered under your breath.

He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear.

“I can fix that,” he promised, voice thick with need.

Before you could react, Street was standing, hauling you up with him like you weighed nothing.

“Where you two going?” Hondo called out, amused.

“Bathroom!” Jim lied way too quickly.

Chris snorted into her drink. Luca made a kissy noise.

You giggled, letting Jim drag you into the trees where the tents were set up. He practically threw open the flap of your tent, yanking you inside, crawling in after you.

The second the zipper was closed, Jim tackled you onto the sleeping bags, mouth crashing against yours, hungry and desperate. His hands fumbled at your leggings, yanking them down impatiently.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted you all night,” he groaned against your lips, biting down on your bottom one before kissing you even harder.

“Couldn’t tell at all,” you gasped, helping him shove his jeans down just enough to free himself.

He slid his fingers between your legs, finding you already soaked.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Always so ready for me.”

He didn’t waste time — lined himself up and thrust deep inside you in one rough, desperate push, making you bite down on his shoulder to muffle the whimper that escaped.

Street grunted, hips jerking forward, setting a fast, messy rhythm right away. The tent walls shook with every thrust, and you knew — knew — there was no way you were being quiet enough.

You tried to hold it in, clinging to him, gasping into his neck.

“Jim, they’re gonna hear us,” you hissed.

He just chuckled, low and breathless, still fucking into you relentlessly.

He shifted your leg higher around his waist, hitting deeper, making your breath stutter.

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” you whispered, voice breaking on a moan.

And from outside:

“YES WE CAN!”

It was Luca’s unmistakable voice, followed by hysterical laughter from the whole team.

You buried your face in Street’s chest, mortified — but he just laughed, pressing a filthy kiss to your cheek.

“Good,” he growled against your ear. “Let ‘em hear how good I fuck you.”

He pounded into you harder, grinning like a devil as you struggled to keep quiet — and failed miserably.

It didn’t take long — the roughness, the thrill of being caught, the way he stretched you perfectly — it all crashed over you fast and hard. You clenched around him, crying out into his shoulder.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, thrusting harder through your orgasm. “Milk my cock, just like that—fuck.”

A few more messy, brutal strokes and he buried himself deep, groaning your name as he came hard inside you, hips jerking helplessly.

You collapsed together, tangled in sleeping bags and clothes and breathless laughter.

After a long moment, Street nuzzled your neck, still catching his breath.

“You think if we go back to the fire they’ll pretend it didn’t happen?” you mumbled.

Street snorted. “Not a fucking chance.”

From outside, someone shouted again:

“Hope you guys at least brought protection! There’s kids camping nearby!”

You groaned, covering your face.

Street just grinned, rolling you under him again. “Guess we gotta stay in here all night, huh?”

And judging by the wicked gleam in his eye, you weren’t getting much sleep anyway.

The next morning the sun was already high when you finally stumbled out of the tent, bleary-eyed, sore in the best way, wearing Street’s oversized hoodie over your shorts.

You hadn’t exactly gotten much sleep — not with Jim deciding round two and three was absolutely necessary around 3AM.

The second your foot hit the dirt outside the tent, a slow, sarcastic round of applause broke out around the campfire.

You froze. Jim just laughed behind you and tugged you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you like you were his personal trophy.

“Good morning, campground legends,” Chris called out, grinning wickedly.

“You two kept half the woods up last night,” Deacon added, shaking his head but laughing too.

Luca handed you a paper plate piled with pancakes and bacon. “Gotta refuel after all that cardio, huh?”

You flushed redder than the campfire, hiding your face in Jim’s chest. He was absolutely thriving, holding you even tighter, chin resting cockily on your head.

“Not our fault these tents have shit insulation,” Jim said shamelessly, smirking.

“You say insulation like you weren’t deliberately making her scream,” Tan shot back, sipping his coffee with a grin.

Hondo pointed his fork at you two.

“Next time, a little discretion would be appreciated. Or at least a soundproof tent.”

Street just chuckled lowly, unbothered, and dropped a kiss onto the top of your head. “No promises.”

You peeked up at him, smacking his chest lightly. “You’re the worst.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t stay quiet, babe,” he whispered against your ear, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The entire team groaned dramatically.

Chris fake gagged. “I’m gonna lose my breakfast.”

“At least they’re in love,” Luca added with a shrug. “Loudly. Aggressively. Violently.”

You hid your burning face behind your plate while Street kept smiling like he just won a damn trophy.

He tugged you closer, whispering in your ear again, low and smug:

“Don’t worry, baby. Tonight, I’ll just have to make you even louder.”

You choked on your coffee. Chris high-fived Luca across the fire.

The teasing didn’t stop all breakfast — but neither did Street’s arms wrapped around you, holding you safe and proud like you were his whole world.

That evening after everyone got back to camp after a hike you knew Jim was up to something the second he leaned down while everyone was laughing and eating around the fire and murmured, low and dangerous:

“Meet me by the truck in five minutes. And don’t let anyone see you.”

You blinked up at him, heart hammering already. He shot you a sly smirk and disappeared into the dark.

You waited exactly four minutes before slipping away, pretending you were headed to the bathrooms. Your pulse raced as you darted toward the parking area, tucked behind the trees.

The second you rounded the corner, strong arms grabbed you, pulling you flush against a hard chest.

“Jesus, Jim,” you gasped.

He just chuckled darkly, crowding you back against the side of the truck. “Missed you.”

“You literally spent the whole day glued to me.”

“Not the same,” he growled, hands already sliding up your thighs, pushing under the hem of your shorts. “Didn’t get to be inside you.”

You gasped as he lifted you easily, opening the truck door behind you and shoving you inside.

The truck cab was dark, cramped, and hot. Jim didn’t waste a second — slamming the door, pinning you against the passenger seat, tugging your shorts and panties down with frantic hands.

“Spread ’em for me, baby,” he ordered roughly, voice pure gravel.

You obeyed without thinking, the heat between your thighs unbearable. Jim fumbled his sweat pants down just enough to free himself, already rock hard, leaking against his stomach.

He lined up, rubbing the thick head of his cock along your soaking folds.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” he rasped.

“Yes, Jim, please,” you whimpered.

That was all he needed. He thrust into you in one rough, brutal push, making you cry out before he slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Shh,” he whispered against your ear, thrusting deep again. “You want the whole campsite knowing you’re getting railed in my truck?”

The filthy thrill of it — the danger, the tight cramped space, the way he filled you so perfectly — it was dizzying.

He fucked you hard and fast, messy and desperate, the windows fogging up immediately from the heat. Each slam of his hips rocked you harder against the seat, the creak of the leather dangerously loud.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he groaned. “About how tight you’d feel. How fucking good you taste.”

You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, trying to hold on as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“God, Jim,” you gasped. “You feel so good — so deep—”

“Yeah? You love being my dirty girl don’t you ?” he growled, fucking you even faster.

“You love sneaking off so I can fuck you like you deserve?”

You nodded frantically, unable to speak through the pleasure crashing over you.

You broke apart with a choked sob, clenching around him so hard he cursed loudly, hips stuttering.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it — fuck —” he slammed deep one last time, spilling inside you as you came, his hips jerking through it.

He stayed buried in you for a moment, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours.

Then he laughed, low and breathless.

“Think we were quieter this time?”

You giggled weakly, still trembling, and whispered:

“Maybe until someone sees the fogged-up windows.”

Street just grinned, kissed you long and slow, and muttered:

“Totally worth it.”

You and Jim tried to be stealthy. You really did.

You straightened your clothes, wiped the fog off the truck windows, and crept back through the trees, aiming to slip into your tent unnoticed.

Yeah. No such luck.

The second you stepped into the firelight, Luca was the first to see you — and immediately burst out laughing, practically choking on his beer.

Chris caught sight of you next, grinning so wide it was criminal.

“Oh my god. They went for round four.”

“Truck’s still steaming, by the way,” Tan added helpfully, raising his cup in a mock toast. “Classy.”

You turned bright red, clinging to Jim’s side like maybe you could disappear into him.

Street just fucking beamed, holding you tighter, looking way too damn proud of himself.

Hondo just shook his head slowly, sipping his whiskey. “I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna know.”

Deacon looked up from the fire with full-on Dad Disappointment Face.

“I hope you at least checked for wildlife first,” he deadpanned.

“Yeah,” Luca chimed in, grinning like an idiot. “I heard bears are attracted to…sweaty activities.”

Chris snorted her beer out her nose.

Street didn’t even pretend to be sorry.

He just smirked, leaned down close to your ear, and whispered, low and cocky:

“Guess we gave ‘em a real show tonight, huh, baby?”

You elbowed him in the ribs — hard — but you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips.

You grabbed your plate of s’mores and stomped toward your tent without another word, flipping them off over your shoulder.

The whole team howled with laughter.

Jim just followed you proudly, wrapping his arms around you from behind, planting a loud, sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“Hey,” he murmured against your skin, cocky and sweet.

“Maybe tomorrow we can find a tree to fuck against instead.”

You choked on your s’more, smacked him again — but you were laughing too hard to be mad and you already knew you wouldn’t say no.

After surviving the team’s nonstop roasting, you finally collapsed into the sleeping bags with Jim.

The sleeping bags were a mess, half-unzipped and tangled from last night’s activities — but you barely cared.

You stripped down to just one of Jim’s huge t-shirts — it smelled like him, all fresh laundry and sweat and soap — and crawled into the sleeping bag.

Jim followed a second later, sliding in behind you and immediately pulling you flush against his chest.

His arms wrapped around you like a vice, one big hand splayed low on your stomach, keeping you pinned to him.

You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, strong and sure.

“You warm enough, babe?” he murmured, voice low and rough.

“Yeah,” you whispered, snuggling closer.

“You’re a furnace.”

He chuckled, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Good. Gotta keep you in top condition. Gonna need you ready for tomorrow night’s adventures,” he teased, squeezing your hip.

You groaned. “If you try to sneak-fuck me up against a tree, I swear to God—”

“You love it,” he interrupted, grinning against your skin.

“You’re addicted to me.”

You turned in his arms just enough to swat him — lightly — across the chest.

“God, you’re so cocky.”

He kissed you again, softer this time, threading his fingers through your hair.

“I’m just cocky ‘cause I got the best girl here,” he murmured, voice dropping to something way more genuine.

Your heart melted into a puddle.

You smiled sleepily against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, his warmth, his safety wrapping around you like armor.

“Love you,” you whispered.

Jim tightened his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“Love you too, baby. Always.”

A long, comfortable silence settled over you both.

You were half-asleep already when Jim muttered, teasing but affectionate:

“Bet they’re already placing bets on where we’re gonna bang next.”

You snorted into his chest, laughter muffled.

“God, we’re never gonna live this trip down.”

Jim just laughed, the sound deep and warm, and whispered:

“Wouldn’t change a thing.”

You fell asleep smiling, tangled up in Jim Street’s arms — safe and sore but loved.

[rockermybuddie]

Shot

Rocker x reader

Story 3

Summary: Its been eight months since you slept with Rocker. Its been hard but you both have managed to not let it happen again. Still good friends at work. You manage to get caught in a bank robbery off duty.

——————

You shift your weight from one foot fo another as you wait in line at the bank. Only two people ahead of you.

All of a sudden a group of five people walk in with heavy guns and masks.

“Everyone get down now!” One yells firing his gun in the air.

“This cant be happening.” You say quietly to yourself. Surly one of the bank tellers triggered the silent alarm.

“No body move!” Another commands.

Trying to come up with a plan quick scanning the area. Out numbered and out gunned anything you try to do could get you killed.

Police should be here soon, hopefully.

You see the cops pull up through the window, SWAT right behind them.

Some how you and Rocker immediately made eye contact through the window. His facial expression stern and now his focus is to get the civilians out and you safety.

With your hands you tell him 5 shooters and 14 civilians. So he knows what hes working with. Usually with bank robberies the numbers can be unsure.

You see how Rockers team is going to enter the building. Everything is going to plan intill the person beside you sees your badge flash on your hip.

“You’re a cop?! Do something!” They say. “Shhh! The cops are here. Im out numbered here. Trust me.” You tell them.

“Shut up!” A robber yells in our direction, thankfully he didnt hear the cop part. “Shes a cop, shes going to arrest all of you!” The person yells.

All of a sudden you’re lying on the ground a throbbing pain in your stomach and blood pouring out of you. You become light headed.

“Hey, hey, hey. Keep your eyes open sweetheart.” Rocker says kneeling beside you. He puts pressure on the gunshot wound calling for a medic.

“25- david is down!” He says on the radio. “Open your eyes baby. You’re gonna be okay. Just open your eyes” he begs.

——-

You hear a constant steady beeping noise. You open your eyes and see an unfamiliar ceiling, trying to remember where you were but cant think of anything.

You feel your mouth is open trying to close it your feel something plastic keeping it open. You move your hand to your mouth and feel a tube.

You panic trying to get it out thrashing around on the bed but immediately wince in pain.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart. Its okay. Calm down.” A voice says grabbing your wrists pinning you down.

You eyes dart around trying to focus on something. You see a face with deep brown eyes looking at you.

“I need a doctor!” The face yells towards the door.

All of a sudden there were other faces surrounding you none of them familiar. They removed the tubing in your mouth and replaced it with a tube in your nose that went around your ears.

“How much pain are you in?” One of the faces asks. “A lot?” You answer unsure. She puts a bag of liquid on a metal pole that has a tube going into your arm.

After awhile they all leave and the first face you saw came walking back in the room, but was followed by a new group of faces.

“Hey there. You gave us a scare there.” A tall man with gray hair and a well trimmed gray beard said.

“Who…..who are you?” You ask weakly, your voice a soft loud whisper. The man furrowed his brows as if he was trying to see if you were being serious or not.

“Deacon. Im Deacon.” The man tells you. You shut your eyes trying to think of someone called Deacon. But when you do you see a bank, a gun, then its blank.

“You…..you shot me?” You ask unsure of what is going on. Everyone looks at each other with concern as you try to put pieces together.

“No, you were at the bank during the robbery. You were shot. You don’t remember?” Deacon tells you. “I’m going to go get the doctor.” The girl says stepping out of the room.

“Bank robbery? How…. How did you know that was in my brain?” You asks.

The docotr came in and did a check up on you. He informed the others that your confusion is caused by the loss of blood and being in a coma for three days. He said your memory should slowly come back to you. Just give it time.

——-

“Rocker?” You say trying to get his attention. He immediately got up from the chair he was napping in. “Yes sweetheart? What is it?” He says at your bedside.

“You….you saved me.” You tell him. Your memory came back and you remember seeing Rockers face just before you blacked out.

A smile came across his face as he pushed some loose hair behind your ear. “I’m just glad you’re awake now.” He says.

“Do they know?” You ask him. “Know what?” He asks furrowing his brows, unsure of what you’re asking. “Do they know about us?” You ask more clearly.

“Oh. No. I don’t think so. I just told them i would stay here with you since i’m the last person you saw.” He explains.

“I’m going to sign the paper.” You tell him. You know what the outcome is going to be once word gets out that you are dating the leader of 50 squad but he saved your life and the past eight months have been brutal.

“But your career, are you sure?” Rocker asks trying to keep his excitement down incase you change your mind.

“I can handle gossip if i can handle getting shot.” You smile.

Rockers face lights up as he leans down and plants a deep loving kiss on your lips.

“If anyone gives you any shit let me know and i’ll make sure they get stuck on armor duty intill they retire.” Rocker says. You laugh at that but grabbed your side in pain.

——-

[meespresso14]

Unexpected (Part 2)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: mentions of sex, pregnancy, nausea, vomiting, medical issues.

Once things settled down and the hostages were rescued safely with only minor injuries and mental anguish, Hondo decided it was time to pull Luca. The team could finish up without him, it would be alright. Luca was working with Tan and Street. Hondo sighed, getting himself together. The adrenaline was still rushing through all of their veins. He walked over to the group.

“Luca, can we talk for a minute?”

The color drained from Luca’s face, his classic smile fading from his lips. Hondo noticed him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah, boss. What’s up?”

Deep down inside, every bad scenario was running through Luca’s head. Was it you? Was it his parents? 

Hondo’s eyes panned over to Tan and Street before they panned back to Luca. Everyone was wearing a worried look. 

“It’s Y/N. Annie was on her way to the hospital with her. She passed out at home. I was waiting until things calmed down to pull you out as soon as I could.”

Luca’s blue eyes instantly filled with concern before he shook his head, attempting to pass by Hondo. “I gotta get out of here, man. Like now.”

“Listen, listen—I know, Luca.”, Hondo grabbed his shoulders, trying to center him. 

Luca was fighting back tears—he couldn’t show his emotions. That’s not how this worked. He was taught to be tough—even as a child. 

“Just be safe about it, man. She needs you.”, Hondo eyed Luca.

Luca couldn’t meet Hondo’s eyes. He only stared past him, however, Hondo could see the tears pooling in Luca’s deep blue eyes. He hated breaking bad news to his teammates. It seemed like only yesterday when Annie had her stroke and he had to tell Deacon. It was the worst part of being the team leader. 

“I know.”, Luca breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

He rubbed his hand over his face. “What happened to her?”

Hondo shook his head. “Captain Cortez didn’t give me any other details.”

“I gotta get down there. I need to see her.”

“I know. One of us can go with you—if you want.”, Hondo added.

Luca nodded. “Okay.”

Hondo nodded, finally feeling better about Luca leaving. It was decided that Deacon would accompany Luca since Annie was at the hospital anyway. Hondo told them both to be careful and to keep the team updated on your condition. Luca didn’t even take time to change out of all his tactical gear. He just cared about seeing you—making sure you were okay. Deacon noticed him shifting in the seat nervously. 

Luca felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. His face scrunched nervously and Deacon could tell he was spiraling. 

“You okay, man?”

Luca looked over at Deacon. “Honestly…..no.”, he sighed.

Deacon nodded. “It’s okay not to be okay. I was beside myself when Annie was sick.”

Luca nodded. “I’m just thinking of everything that could be wrong with her.”

“It could be something minor.”

Luca scoffed. “Knowing my luck—no way. I mean she’s the best thing to ever happen to me, Deac. She understands me.”

Deacon kept driving, determined to get Luca there as fast as he could. “I know.”

Deacon didn’t check his phone after texting Annie that he was on his way with Luca. Traffic was horrible as per usual in LA. Deacon was a good driver, used to dealing with the congested highway. 

“I could have driven.”, Luca grumbled, crossing his arms and shifting in the seat for the thousandth time. 

“Sorry boss’s orders.”, Deacon shrugged playfully, a soft smirk crossing his lips.

Luca slumped over against the door, his anxiety getting the best of him. He thought he would handle stress better than this. And to be honest, he was a little angry at himself for getting so worked up. But this wasn’t just anything—this was you, the love of his life. He had never felt this way about another woman. He was going to marry you. And soon, especially after this. If everything was alright with you. His mind was racing with possibilities, going through any and every scenario.

Deacon knew what he was doing. He had done the exact thing when Annie was sick. He knew Luca felt guilty about leaving you and going to work. Deacon weaved in and out of traffic in an attempt to get to the hospital faster. Luca huffed and puffed, silently cursing the traffic and hitting the dashboard of his truck. 

After what felt like a hundred years, they finally pulled up to the emergency room entrance. Luca hardly gave Deacon time to shift his truck into the park before he was jumping out. Deacon threw his hands up, making sure he was parked at least halfway decent before jumping out of Luca’s truck with the keys and running to catch up to Luca. 

Luca cleared the automatic doors, instantly going to the registration desk. 

“Can I help you sir?”

“My fiancee is here.”, Luca threw his hands down on the desk, tapping them nervously. 

“Your name?”

“Dominique Luca. I should be on her paperwork.” 

“What’s her name?”

Luca gave them your name. He wished in that moment you shared his. He wished he could call himself your husband. 

“She’s in room three. I’ll take you both back there.”

Luca nodded as he looked back at Deacon. 

“Want me to follow?”

“Yeah, man. It’s fine.”

Deacon nodded, imagining that Luca needed the emotional support. The registrar opened the door and met Luca on the other side before the door to the main emergency room opened. Nurses were running around like crazy, the desk right in the middle of the room. The registrar talked quickly to a nurse and she nodded, looking at him. Luca forgot he had left his SWAT stuff on. 

“Officer Luca?”, the nurse asked, holding her clipboard.

Luca nodded. 

“Your fiancée is in room three. The doctor will be in shortly to give you an update.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“No problem, follow me.”, she smiled softly and part of Luca wondered why she was smiling when his entire world felt like it was falling apart. 

Part of him felt angry but he decided to hold it together. Deacon was behind him as they snaked their way through the emergency department to room three. The nurse grabbed the blue curtain, pulling it back.

“I have a visitor.”, she sing-songed.

Luca held his breath. Were you awake? All these questions were running through his head and he was finally going to get his answers. There were a lot of sounds in the emergency room from young children crying, people moaning in pain, and all the alarms going off constantly. But it was like everything went silent as he waited for the nurse to move back to reveal you. His mouth pursed open, trying to find the right words to say. 

You were lying there with your eyes open, a small smile on your face. “Hey babe.”

Annie was beside you at the head of your bed, holding your hand. Annie was a great friend and you were very thankful for your SWAT family. Annie smiled, realizing Luca and Deacon had arrived. She let go of your hand and moved to give Luca room but he wasn’t waiting. He rushed over to you, tears forming in his ocean-blue eyes.

“Hey, baby. Are you feeling okay?”, he immediately asked, taking you in his arms. 

Your heart monitor was beeping in the background but neither of you was paying attention to anything but one another. He kissed your head, brushing through your hair before you both smiled at one another. 

“I’m so sorry for leaving you this morning.”

“Stop that.”, you whispered lightly. “Don’t beat yourself up. It’s not your fault.”

“It is—I should have stayed home with you. You needed me.”

“Luca.”

“Baby, I would have never forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

“But I’m gonna be okay.” 

You smiled softly as you touched noses before sharing a small, soft kiss. Luca thought for a moment that he would never get this opportunity again. Your lips felt like heaven and he was so relieved. 

“So everything is going to be okay?”

“Well—mostly.”

“Mostly?”, Luca questioned, concern evident in his voice. 

“Sit down, babe.”, you rubbed his muscular arm gently. 

This was it. Luca felt his heart plummet into his stomach. This was the moment you were going to tell him—you were going to give him the bad news. Luca swallowed hard, his legs beginning to feel like jello. He was never this easily rattled. But this was you. It was a whole different ball game, it was okay to be vulnerable. A lesson you had taught him. Annie helped by scooting a chair closer to the edge of the bed so he could sit down beside you. If only he knew what she did. 

Luca took a seat, immediately grabbing your hand. Just as he did, the doctor pulled the curtain back, getting everyone’s attention. 

“Officer Luca?”

Luca looked up at him, and the doctor immediately extended his hand. Luca took it, shaking his hand firmly. “Glad you could join us. I’ve already talked to your fiancee’ but she wanted you present as well.”

“Sorry—my job is a little demanding.”, Luca laughed nervously. 

Luca’s blue eyes panned over to you, still managing to give you a soft smile as he squeezed your hand. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. 

“We’ll be outside.”, Deacon breathed softly, grabbing Annie’s hand and exiting the room as quietly as they both could. 

“Alright, well. First of all, her iron level and blood pressure were low upon arrival to the emergency room which aided in her passing out at home. We have already given her an iron infusion along with some fluids but are admitting her overnight for observation. She will possibly need another infusion next week depending on the results of her blood work. On to other news,”, he smiled softly.

Luca was confused while he was smiling. 

“Both of these were results of another finding.”

“And that is?”, Luca questioned bravely.

He needed answers. 

“Congratulations Officer Luca. Your fiancée is pregnant. HCG levels are perfect for an estimated four weeks pregnant.”

Luca’s eyes widened before he turned to you. Did he really just hear what he thought he heard? It was the sentence he had waited forever to hear. 

“Pregnant?”, Luca repeated. 

You smirked softly. “Pregnant.”, you whispered.

“What? Babe!”, he exclaimed, a relaxed feeling finally washing over him as his lips curved into a smile and his blue eyes softened before he immediately took you into his arms.

You giggled lightly, wrapping your arms around him. It felt nice to be in his arms and you closed your eyes, taking in this feeling. You always did—just in case there was a day he didn’t get to come home. You hated to even think about the possibility but you knew that was part of what you signed up for. You always prayed for his safety along with his teammates. He pulled back to look at you, tears in his eyes. 

“I’m really gonna be a dad?”

You nodded before both of you laughed easily. 

“Congratulations to both of you. We will let you know as soon as we get you a room upstairs.”, the doctor smiled before leaving. 

Luca turned back to look at you. “I can’t believe it—but I thought you wanted to get married first.”

You shrugged easily. “Life sometimes throws curveballs.”

Luca smiled, rubbing your cheek softly. “I never thought this moment was ever going to happen for me. I thought I was always going to be stuck as Uncle Luca.”

You both laughed before you began to speak. “You’re an amazing uncle, so I just know you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

Luca smiled brightly at the compliment. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too.”, you began. “But I’m not gonna lie I was a little anxious to tell you.”

“Me?”

You nodded again. “It’s just nerve-wracking. I mean I didn’t know if you wanted this right now.”

Luca sighed, shifting in the chair lightly. “I get it. I know you wanted to get married first. I mean—I know we weren’t being safe like we should but we weren’t exactly trying either.”

You giggled at the use of his terminology. “True.”

“Deacon and I even had this conversation this morning—and I thought there was no way in this world you were pregnant.”

“Me either, honestly.”

“But I’m thrilled. I can’t wait to be a dad—I can’t wait for you to start getting a little bump.”, Luca touched your flat stomach. 

You placed your hand over his. 

“Maybe we should move our wedding up.”, you smirked. 

“Sounds good. You tell me a date and we will make it happen, babe.”

You all shared another kiss before you began grinning widely. 

“Maybe we should let Deacon and Annie back in.”

“Yeah, maybe.”, Luca laughed. 

Luca let go of your hand just long enough to walk to the curtain and open it, telling Annie and Deacon they could come in. They followed him back inside the small curtained room. You could only hope that your and Luca’s relationship could be like Deacon and Annie’s—maybe even better. So far, he had exceeded every expectation. Deacon smirked at Luca and you were unsure if Annie had clued him in. 

“So Luca, was I right? Is there a chance we will have a fourth-generation SWAT member?”

Luca smirked back, elbowing Deacon playfully. “Maybe.”

You and Annie looked at one another, laughing while not being surprised by their horseplay. 

“Yeah, you were right Deac. I’m gonna be a dad.”

There were obvious tears pooling in his blue eyes and Deacon couldn’t help but smile as he pulled Luca in for a hug, patting his back. Annie couldn’t help but give a soft smile before her eyes panned over to you. You couldn’t help but notice the tears beginning to pool in your own eyes watching how excited Luca was. This was better than anything you could have imagined. 

“Well, guess it’s my turn to be an uncle now.”, Deacon smirked. 

"How long until we can tell the rest of the team?", Annie chimed in. 

You looked at Luca and he looked back at you, softly caressing his thumb over your hand. 

"What do you think, babe?"

You giggled softly before noticing Hondo, Chris, Jim, and Tan walking through the emergency room through the small slit in the curtain. "I'm thinking soon."

[lcvesjj]

Bad Omens - Deacon Kay x Fem!Reader

Based on the song “Bad Omens” by 5SOS

This is part of my ‘song fics’ series :)

Summary : You'd always come in second place to Annie. Maybe you were right. This relationship was a mistake and you should've listened to the warnings. Since he'll always love somebody else..

Warnings : angst, angst, angst & once again angst. no happy ending, breakups, (Deacon gets back w Annie), in this fic Annie & Deacon don't have kids !!!, heart break, talks/mentions of cheating?

NOT BETA READ!

A/n : the fanfic writer curse has really been kicking my ass recently :’) so I wasn’t posting any fics for a while bc of it. But anyways enjoy and as always this is just based on my interpretation of the song/lyrics :) (yes I am incapable of writing a happy ending currently🥲) I might rewrite this someday since I'm not 100% happy with how this has turned out.

word count : 672

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Honestly you should've seen it coming. You always knew you'd come second place to Annie. Deacon's high school sweetheart and “one true love”

Deacon always talked about her a lot since they were still good “friends” Even his coworkers would talk about her a lot. You knew you could never compare to Annie, since she was prettier and smarter and just- more Deacon’s type….

You tried your best to get along with Deacon’s friends, since you loved him so much and you wanted this relationship to work out. 

One day you decided to visit Deacon at the SWAT HQ and bring the team some cookies. Walking towards the HQ kitchen you overheard Deacon talking about you. Pausing you stood still listening in to what was being said. 

“I mean I love Y/n but- she's just not Annie yknow? Annie was always so happy and sweet while I feel like recently Y/n has been pulling away from me. What if she's cheating on me?” Deacon said aloud. He had no idea you heard him. You could feel like crying and your heart dropped to your stomach hearing his words. The man you loved so deeply just accused you of cheating on him.

Quickly turning on your heel you rushed out of HQ still holding the plate with cookies you brought. Getting into your car you drove away towards a nearby beach to sit and think.

You always felt like you were in second place in David's life, but hearing him accuse you of cheating just made you feel even worse. Maybe agreeing to this relationship knowing how much he still liked Annie was a mistake...

Deciding to pull out your phone you sent him a quick text saying “We need to talk. It's important.” Before putting your phone on ‘do not disturb’ and driving home. 

Deacon was already waiting at home for you with a worried look on his face and upon seeing you he started asking a million questions as to where you were. 

“I think we should break up.”

You interrupted him, Deacon's face fell and he looked hurt and confused. “But I thought-” You just shook your head no. “This isn't working. I'll never be first place for you. It'll always be Annie since she's your first and only true love. I overheard what you said at the station and I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep on feeling like I'm less important to you.” You said while wiping away a few tears. 

“Y/n sweetheart….that's not true. I love you and you're my number one girl. Annie is just a friend to me. I've known her for so long it wouldn't make sense for me to just cut her off suddenly.” Deacon said while frowning. 

“I'm done. I'm sorry Deac, I'll go pack my things now. I'll come grab the rest of my stuff tomorrow.” You said while heading further into the house and towards your shared bedroom before grabbing a bag and packing some essentials while Deacon just watched with pure heartbreak and anguish written all over his face. “But we can still be friends right?” He asked nervously to which you shook your head. 

“I think it's for the best if for now we don't contact or see each other for some time.” You replied while zipping up your bag. “I'm sorry David.” You said softly while kissing his cheek one last time before heading out of the door. 

It wasn't fair to either you or Deacon. You knew he always loved Annie more. I mean she's perfect…

-

A few weeks later Deacon and Annie started to date again and seeing their new photos on the social media platforms you were still following Deacon on, you felt like crying. You always knew it would probably end up like this. You'd get your heart broken and Deacon would end up with Annie. But at least you broke the cycle of constantly getting your heart broken every time Deacon sang praises about Annie right…?

[daydreamabout]

How You Fall For Jim Street

Respect You’ve watched him push boundaries and test limits, but then, during a training session, he steps up when it counts. You’re both in the middle of a high-pressure drill, and his instinct kicks in—he covers your blind spot without a word, knowing exactly what you need. "No need to thank me, Y/N. I've got this.” The quiet reassurance in his actions catches you off guard, and for the first time, you realize he’s not just some cocky dude. He's someone you can trust.

The Unexpected Vulnerability It’s late, the team's wrapping up a rough day, and you hear Street talking about his past, about how he thought he wouldn’t make it to SWAT. “I thought I was done before I even started. Didn’t think I’d make it this far… Guess I was wrong.” His walls come down for just a second, and you’re left staring at him, realizing that beneath the bravado, he’s been carrying doubts. You wonder if he knows that his quiet honesty is more impactful than anything he’s ever said to you directly.

The Unspoken Communication During a mission, everything goes wrong. You’re pinned down behind cover, adrenaline coursing through you, but somehow, you and Street are in sync without exchanging a single word. A quick glance—just a shared understanding of the situation—and you move in perfect coordination. You feel your heart race, not just from the danger, but from the connection you’ve never fully acknowledged until now.

The Soft Glance After a particularly intense operation, you’re both cleaning up the mess in the aftermath. You catch Street watching you from the corner of your eye, his gaze intense but soft. His usual cocky smirk is replaced with something quieter, more thoughtful. "You good? You look like you've seen a ghost... or is it just me, stealing your breath away?" You roll your eyes and look away quickly, but the image of him stays with you. Lingering far longer than it should.

The Unlikely Support The weight of the job feels unbearable sometimes. You’ve been struggling with a personal issue, and it's hard to focus. Out of nowhere, Street appears, asking if you’re okay, his tone more genuine than usual. At first, you brush it off, but he doesn't let it slide. He stands there, offering the smallest of comforts, no judgment, just someone who understands. "I’m not going anywhere until I know you're okay. You deserve someone to have your back, and I’m gonna be that guy." His concern feels different, not like a teammate checking off a box, but like someone who genuinely cares.

The Unexpected Care You’re injured—nothing serious, just a scraped shoulder—and you’re about to brush it off. But Street’s there, his hand unexpectedly steady on your arm, guiding you to sit down. His touch is brief but careful, almost like he’s afraid of hurting you. It’s not the usual casual physical contact you’re used to. His concern sets your pulse racing in a way you don’t fully understand. "I don’t usually go soft, but... I’ll make an exception for you today." You try to dismiss it, but it lingers longer than it should.

The Moment of Trust During a tense operation, you’re pinned down together in a narrow hallway. You’ve always been the one to take charge in these situations, but this time, Street’s the one who steps forward with an idea. You don’t hesitate for a second, following his lead without questioning it. There's no time to analyze it, but as you move through the plan together, you realize that trusting him has become second nature. You didn’t even need to think about it; you just knew.

The Casual but Honest You’re both in the locker room, the tension of the day finally giving way to a few minutes of downtime. Street leans against the wall, casually talking about how he almost left the team a few months ago. His words are light, but there's something vulnerable in his eyes as he reveals a deeper part of himself. “I almost threw in the towel, you know. But... something kept me here. Something about this place—about you.” You listen, and you can’t help but feel your heart tug in a way you don’t want to admit to yourself.

The Realization One night, as the team starts heading home after a long day, Street’s last words to you aren’t just a casual farewell. “You did good today,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then? Can’t wait to get back out there with you.” It’s not just the praise that makes your chest tighten—it’s the way his eyes hold yours for just a moment longer than they should, a connection that’s deeper than anything you’ve felt before. You realize, then, that it’s not just his skills that are drawing you in—it’s the way he sees you, truly sees you.

The Quiet Protection In the chaos of a bust, things go sideways. You’re nearly caught off-guard, and Street is there—right behind you—shoving you to safety with an ease that tells you he’s been watching your back the entire time. His body presses into yours as he moves you out of harm’s way, and you hear him whisper, “I’ve got you.” It’s not just a job anymore. You feel the weight of his words, the promise behind them, and it shakes you in a way you didn’t expect. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

The Moment of Jealousy It’s subtle, but you catch it—the way Street's eyes linger when another officer talks to you a little too casually. It's nothing overt, but there's something protective in the way he stands just a little taller, just a little closer to you. “You’re good, right? Just... don’t let anyone get too comfortable, yeah?” The realization hits you like a rush of heat—you’ve never seen this side of him, and yet, something about it makes your heart flutter in your chest.

The Line After a particularly hard mission, the team’s gathered at a bar, and you catch Street looking at you from across the room. There’s something different in his eyes, something raw and honest, and before you can stop yourself, you walk over. The space between you feels charged, almost electric, and for a split second, you wonder if this could be something more than just a work relationship. But then he pulls back—slightly, just enough to keep you at a distance. And you realize you’re both holding back from something that could change everything. “We both know this is a bad idea, right? But I can’t stop thinking about it.”