#Victor Alonso

[cloudkentsstuff]

Art by Victor Alonso

[cull3nblaze]

I could probably ship him with everyone, not gonna lie.

[reidsmuse01]

“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. 😜

[achilles-rage]

Oblivious

summary: you're a part of 50 squad, but with street being your best friend, you spend more time with 20 squad. after a rough day at work, street invites you out with the rest of the team. when tan and luca notice you talking to a man at the bar, they take matters into their own hands, knowing that you're both too dense to realize the other's feelings.

word count: 3.1k

request: @heypeople2 - hi! i’d love a friends to lovers fic with street where the reader is on mumford’s swat team, but is friends with all of street’s team and hangs out with them often. maybe two oblivious lovers? if that makes sense!

A/N: i had no idea where i was going with this at first, but i like how it turned out! enjoy<33

TW: none, allusion to smut, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You still remember every single thing that happened on your first day with 50 squad; it was a stressful day, and you weren’t even supposed to go into the field that day because you had suffered a shoulder injury and were still a few days from being cleared for going out into the field. The universe had different plans, however, and both 50 squad and 20 squad were called to the same place. They needed all the people they could get, so you were quick to tell Rocker you could step in. He wasn’t going to let you, not wanting to go against protocol, but the situation was extremely important, so he finally agreed.

You had a group of hostages with you, trying to take them down to the main floor of the building and to safety, when you saw another SWAT agent fall into the hallway a few feet in front of you, who you now know was Street. It was almost a blur how fast you moved, quickly ushering the hostages into the room you were in front of and moving to cover him, taking down the two suspects that had managed to get the upper hand on him.

From that day on, he was smitten. He was impressed by your skill, of course, especially after he learned that you were still injured, but he also thought you were gorgeous. If it wasn’t an active shooter situation, he would’ve had the time to watch your plush body maneuver through the doorway and take down two targets, how strong your thick thighs looked, how your gear clung to your soft belly and chest. Instead, he noticed after all the shooters were taken into custody, when you came over to ask if he was okay in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard.

You had noticed how attractive he was too, his broad shoulders, his lean torso. When you went to make sure he was okay, you were asking out of concern, but also because you were curious about him. He immediately continued the conversation when he told you he was alright, wanting to know everything that he could about you, and the rest is history. The rest of 20 squad quickly picked up on this new friendship, noticing the way your eyes would find each other in a room when the other person isn’t looking, and the way you talk to each other. They also quickly realized how truly oblivious you two were, as it seemed that neither of you knew the other person’s feelings.

Now, over a year later, you and Street are best friends, and it’s because of this that you find yourself hanging out with 20 squad more often than 50 squad outside of work, although you still love everyone on your own team.

“Rough day, killer?” you hear from across the parking lot as you step out of the armoured vehicle, groaning softly as you feel the pain in your shoulder. It may have been over a year ago, but after an especially hard day of work, your shoulder still gives you some trouble. It’s nothing some painkillers and a heating pad can’t fix, but until you get home and get them, the dull ache remains.

“You have no idea.” Street chuckles at your response, taking in your figure. He notices the way you’re holding yourself, he’s seen it before, he knows your shoulder is giving you trouble.

“We just got back a few minutes ago, we’re all going to get drinks. A drink or two might help with that.” he tells you, a smirk on his face as you walk over to him, starting to take off your gear.

“Yeah, alright. But it’ll be an early night. Want to share an uber over there? I don’t want to leave my car there overnight.” You want nothing more than to go home and lay on the couch with a heating pad over your injury, but as soon as the option of spending more time with Street appears, you can’t help but say yes. He shakes his head at your words, scoffing.

“I can just take you on my bike. I’m not drinking tonight.” he tells you nonchalantly, trying to ignore the feeling in his chest as he imagines you pressed against him on the back of his bike. He imagines your thick thighs wrapped around him, your torso against his back, even though he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about his best friend like that.

You tense at his words, your breath catching in your throat. You’re imagining the exact same scenario as him, but you can’t help the slight insecurities that race through your brain at the image. Your soft body pressed against his. He’d be able to feel every curve of your body, even the ones you usually keep hidden, knowing that although you’ve grown used to them, and are beginning to like your body again, not everyone likes to see them. You also think of having to sit on the tiny seat of his motorcycle, him having to hold up the bike along with your added weight, and you can’t help the nerves twisting at your insides. Imagining how you’d look squeezed onto the back of his bike is something you really don’t want to have to think about, so you’re quick to respond.

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to-” He cuts you off, shaking his head as he speaks.

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to be spending money on an uber when you can just ride with me.” he tells you, but a hopefulness breaks through his features, lighting up his eyes ever so slightly. You pick up on this, and let out a sigh, knowing he won’t let this go. Maybe you can do it just this once, and then tell him it was too scary and you never want to do it again, you think. Maybe then, he won’t ask again.

“Alright, fine. I’m just gonna take a quick shower and change. I’ll meet you out here in 15?” you tell him, smiling softly as he nods. You turn and quickly walk into the building, making your way to the locker room.

The nerves are taking over every inch of your body as you rinse off quickly, your brain going into overdrive as you think about having to ride on Street’s motorcycle. It’s a short distance to the bar you guys usually go to, but it’s still a decent amount of time to be pressed up against Street.

Once you’re showered and changed, you go out to the parking lot, letting out a shaky breath before you get close enough to Street for him to hear it. He notices the way you’re still holding your arm a little awkwardly, and he feels a little bad for inviting you out.

“You take some painkillers already?” he asks softly, worry spreading across his face as you shake your head.

“I ran out. I’ll have to get some on my way home.” He turns and reaches into his bag, taking out a bottle of the same meds he’s seen you use. He never told you, but he went out and bought some when he found out which ones you prefer. He knows how much your shoulder bothers you after rough days, and he wanted to make sure you never have to go without them should you run out.

Your eyes soften as he pulls them out, and you take them from his hands. You take one quickly, then hand them back to him, thanking him softly.

He hands you his spare helmet once he puts the pills back in his bag and gets on, holding a hand out for you to get on behind him.

Your ascent is a little awkward, but you finally manage to get on with his help, your cheeks hot as embarrassment fills your stomach.

He finally starts to drive and you put your arms around his waist tightly, feeling your breath pick up as he turns onto the road. You know he can sometimes be a crazy driver, but he seems to hold back today, perhaps picking up on your nerves.

Street has a hard time focusing on the road as he makes his way to the bar; having you pressed up against him so tight has him fighting every urge to drive right from work to his house and dragging you upstairs to bed. The way your arms are tightly wound around him also gets him a little riled up; how you’re putting so much trust into him. He makes sure to take it easy. If anything were to happen to you because of his driving, he doesn’t think he would ever recover.

When you finally make it to the bar and walk in, Tan and Luca are quick to look over at you two, their eyes immediately going to each other with raised eyebrows as they see the way Street’s hand is on your lower back, and the way you’re looking over at him with twinkling eyes. They’ve been trying to get you two together for months; and they feel like tonight is finally the night they can make it happen. You catch up with the rest of the squad for a few minutes, before you lean to whisper in Street’s ear that you’re going to go get a drink.

“You want me to come with you?” he asks over the music and chatter of the bar, but you shake your head, giving him a soft smile. You tell him you’ll just be a minute before you turn and walk over to the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish with another customer.

“That’s a nice bike you rode in on. What year is it?” you hear a voice beside you speak. You turn with a raised brow, looking up at a man who came into the bar just after you, seeing you getting off of Street’s motorcycle.

“Oh, um, I have no idea.” you tell him, giving him a small smile.

“It’s a nice one, your boyfriend hasn’t told you anything about it?” Your breath catches in your throat at the word boyfriend. You feel embarrassed, but also a sense of pride that he thinks you’re dating him. You shake your head, letting out a soft laugh.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and he doesn’t talk much about it to me.” you admit sheepishly. The man gives you an awkward smile, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I just assumed-” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You give him an earnest smile, putting your hand on his arm as you tell him that it’s alright. You can sense he’s a little embarrassed, and that wasn’t your intention. It was an honest mistake.

You’re so focused on the man that you don’t notice that Luca and Tan’s eyes are glued on you the moment the man walks up to you. Smirks break out onto both of their faces as they watch, both of them having the same idea.

“Hey, Street. I think that guy’s trying to steal your girl away from you.” Luca teases Street as he motions over to you at the bar. Street turns in the direction Luca’s pointing at, about to tell him that he doesn’t have a girl, but his words fall short. He looks over just in time for you to give the man a smile as you place your hand on his arm, and he can feel the jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“Yeah, man. You should go get her, before he tries to take her home.” Tan chimes in, smirking as he sees Street’s fists clench at his sides and his jaw clenched. Street is seeing red at this point, imagining you going home with that man instead of him.

He marches over to you quickly, unaware that the rest of the squad’s conversations have died down, and they’re all now looking at the situation unfolding with smirks.

“Hey babe.” he purrs, wrapping his arms around your plush waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He smirks at the man as he sees his brows furrow, feeling like he’s already won, but wanting to take it further.

“Uh, hey, Street. What’s up?” you ask, confusion laced in your voice as you turn your head to look at the side of his face. You’re used to his flirty tendencies, but this is definitely different than you’re used to.

“Just wanted to see if you were ready to go home.” he says in a low tone, kissing your neck softly. His eyes are trained on you, but he watches the man from the corner of his eye, his smirk widening as he sees the confused expression on the man's face and the way he takes a step back from you two.

“What are you talking abou-” You’re cut off by Street’s lips on yours, his hand coming up and using two fingers to tilt your head towards his. Your eyes widen in shock for a moment before you finally return the kiss, closing your eyes. He’s not sure what came over him at that moment. He’s wanted to do that since he met you, and watching you with another guy at a bar finally sent him over the edge. You pull back after a moment, turning back to the man, but realize he’s already walked away. You turn in Street’s arms, your eyebrows raised.

“What was that for?” you ask, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire, still reeling from the short kiss.

“He was flirting with you.” he states, as if that’s the only reason he needs. You laugh softly, shaking your head.

“He wasn’t flirting with me. He was asking about your bike.” It’s his turn to be confused. He stays silent for a moment, starting to think more clearly about what he just did. He kissed you, and you kissed him back, and you weren’t flirting with the man at the bar.

“Oh.” he says softly after a moment, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, his own still wrapped firmly around your waist despite his racing thoughts.

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ Why did you do that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him. You think you saw jealousy in his eyes as he approached, but you’re afraid that you’re just seeing what you want to see.

“I don’t know. I had to. I don’t want to see you with someone else.” he says, just loud enough for you to hear over the music. Your drink is long forgotten now as your heart seems to beat louder. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“Why not?” You match his volume, and he almost has to bend down to hear you. He can see the glimmer of hope in your eyes, and he thinks that since he’s already gotten this far, he should just tell you the truth.

“I want you all to myself.” he states, smirking as he sees your eyes widen. Your lips part slightly as you try to think of what to say. He’s your best friend, and as deep as your feelings are for him, you’ve never had trouble speaking to him until now.

His eyes search yours as he waits for your response, and he sees the way your lips are beginning to twitch up into a smile and the way your eyes flicker down to his lips for half a second, so he takes his chance.

His lips meet yours again in a soft kiss, and it takes everything in him not to push you against the bar and take you right there. One of his hands reaches up to your jaw, tilting your head up into the kiss, deepening it. He smiles against your lips as you let out a soft whimper, and his other hand moves to squeeze your hip softly.

Your mind is reeling as you kiss him, and you’re not even worried about the way his body is pressed against yours as you get lost in the kiss. It’s not until you hear a loud clinking of a group cheersing their drinks that you pull back, breathing heavily. You have matching grins on your face as you stare into each other's eyes. Street’s eyes dart around the room before they land back on you. He leans in and whispers in your ear.

“You want to get out of here?” You bite your lip as you nod, neither of you even bothering to say goodbye to the squad as you make your way to the door.

The team have been watching the whole time, and they all fight back cheers as they finally see you two give in to one another. Chris chuckles as she watches you two leave, nudging Tan’s shoulder as she speaks.

“Finally. I was beginning to think your ideas were trash.” she teases him, which makes him shrug with a smile.

“They’re both idiots, but they’re perfect for each other, I guess.” The rest of the team agrees with Tan, and their conversations slowly move away from you two to other things, but none of them can wait to tease you two tomorrow.

When you get back to Street’s apartment, he immediately pushes you against the wall, his hands moving to your face as his lips meet yours in a searing kiss. You put your hands on his chest as he slots his knee between your legs, making your whimper softly.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” he murmurs against your lips, hands going down and clawing at the hem of your shirt, desperate to see all of you.

You smile against his lips, raising your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head. His lips are back on your in an instant, trailing down your neck to your chest. He nips and sucks at the exposed parts of your chest, and you tilt your head back to give him more access, one hand traveling to the back of his head.

“Please.” you manage to get out through pants, and that’s all he needs to haphazardly guide you down the hall to his bedroom. You bump into a few things on the way, but as soon as he has you sprawled out on his bed, everything else in the world is forgotten.

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[passionwillow]

POV: You’re best friends with Dominique Luca

[victormalonso]

sunset affairs | víctor m. alonso

[manualdedistorsiones]

ensoñaciones | víctor m. alonso

[dominiquelucalover]

Doctor PhD 🕵 | behavioral-analyst!reader

Works with S.W.A.T., used to be in the FBI, expert in their field, PhD in psychology, coffee addiction, big dog owner, dark nights, journals, hard candies, calm in the storm, sharp tongue, sees everything, spidey-sense, poker face 24/7, secret softy, the brain, don't talk over her, don't interrupt her, and don't address her as anything but doctor. Pairs well with anyone.

Fics with this reader: Center of Danger

[swatcentral]

S.W.A.T. ☪ 1.04 “Pamilya”

[xofemeraldstars]

✘ S.W.A.T. 2x15 ❝ fallen ❞

[cull3nblaze]

[reidsmuse01]

You Find Out You’re Pregnant After Years Of Trying

Pairing: Luca x Fem!PlusSize Reader

Warnings: mentions of infertility, struggles to get pregnant, PCOS

Summary: you have PCOS and finally get pregnant after years of trying

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To say you had butterflies in your stomach was an understatement. You felt violently nauseous at the thought of taking another pregnancy test only to be met with disappointment and anger when it turned out to be negative. You and Luca had been trying to get pregnant for the last 3 years and it just wasn’t happening. You had PCOS and the idea of never being able to carry your own children or giving your husband the family you’ve both dreamt of terrified you.

You pulled yourself off the sofa just as Luca pulled out of the driveway to head to work. You had been feeling a bit off lately. You’d been feeling more tired and nauseous than normal. You didn’t tell Luca this as you didn’t want to get his hopes up if in case it turned out to be your PCOS flaring up. You trudged your way to the bathroom. You opened the cabinet under the sink, rummaging around for the pregnancy tests you had bought two days ago, but kept putting off taking them. You knew you were setting yourself up for heartache.

You peed in a cup and dipped the first test into the cup. You sat the test down on the bathroom counter and set a timer on your phone. You anxiously paced around the bathroom till the timer went off. When the alarm blared from your phone you felt all the breath escape your lungs. Your legs felt like jelly and your hands were shaking. You turned over the test and it felt like all the blood drained from your body. There it was. That second pink line that you had so desperately wanted to appear. There it was. You were pregnant. You peed in the cup again and took the other test in the box. This time it was a digital one. Again you set the timer on your phone and waited. Those 3 minutes felt like 3 hours. Your vision was blurred from the amount of tears that were escaping your eyes and cascading down your flushed cheeks. The timer went off and sure enough you hadn’t gone mad. “pregnant 2-3 weeks” it read. You didn’t know what to do. You stood for what must’ve been 30 mins just staring at the tests in fear the result would change, but it didn’t. You couldn’t wait to tell Luca but you were afraid. What if you miscarried after you told him, it was so early in the pregnancy that anything could happen. You decided to phone your doctor and book in for an appointment to discuss your prenatal care. You had decided not to tell Luca until you were a bit further on in the pregnancy. Hiding it from his wasn’t easy though. He questioned why suddenly your favourite pizza made you sick, why you couldn’t stand the smell of his favourite cologne anymore as it made you gag and why on numerous occasions he had woken up to find you missing from bed only for him to come downstairs and find you making some weird concoction of foods that almost always involved pickles, Hot Cheetos, and mustard. You’d just about managed to convince him that your PCOS was wreaking havoc on your hormones and that’s why you were acting so strange – he didn’t question it so as to not upset you, but he also didn’t entirely believe you either.

You went to your 12 week scan alone. You wanted to be sure everything was ok before telling Luca. Your baby was perfectly healthy and thriving, as were you apart from the vomiting, fatigue and heartburn, but it was all worth it for your little miracle. You had ordered a onesie that said “4th Generation Swat on the way” on the front and read “Baby Luca” on the back. You couldn’t wait to see Luca’s reaction when he opened the box. You had also got Luca a t-shirt with the word dad on the front of it and a mug with your sonograph picture on it. You wrapped everything in tissue paper and neatly placed them in a box. You placed the box on the coffee table in anticipation of Luca’s arrival home from work. You had fixed yourself up as you wanted to record his reaction not only to keep the memory but also you were sure the team would want to see his reaction. You threw on the only pain of denim jeans that still fit. You paired your jeans with a white half zip and a baseball cap as you hadn’t got a chance to shower yet due to the fact your head was in the toilet bowl most of the day.

You set your phone up on a book shelf, where Luca wouldn’t see it and sat on the sofa. You waited nervously for his reaction. As soon as he pulled into the driveway, the butterflies in your stomach erupted. Luca walked through the door and smiled at you.

“Hey babe, how was work?”, you asked, trying to act normal and not ruin the surprise.

“Good”, he smiled and you could see the exhaustion in his face. He was about to go upstairs and shower when you called him.

“Babe”, you called, a hint of excitement in your voice.

“Yeah, everything ok”, he asked as her turned around and stood in front of you, picking up on the change in your tone.

“Yeah, I’m ok, would you sit beside me for a sec, I wanna give you something”, you said hardly able to contain yourself as the corners of your mouth turned up in a half smile.

“Sure”, he said hesitantly, giving you a questioning look and he slowly sat beside you on the couch. You reached out in front of you, picked up the box and placed it on his lap.

“What’s todays date?”, he asked nervously, “I haven’t forgotten an anniversary or something, have I” he said with a nervous laugh.

“No babe, you haven’t”, you laughed, “just open it”, you said shoving the box closer to him, growing impatient now.

Luca carefully undid the light blue bow on the box and lifted off the lid. He peeled back the tissue paper and carefully lifted out the t-shirt you had bought for him. He looked at the t-shirt and then you, a smile growing on his face. He didn’t say a word but kept looking through the box. Next he pulled out the onesie, unwrapping it. He looked at the onesie in disbelief. He started to well up, pulling you in for a tight hug. “is it true”, he asked sniffling.

“Yes baby, you’re gonna be a dad”, you said choking back tears.”

“I can’t believe it”, Luca smiled, beaming from ear to ear, proud as punch.

He pulled out the mug from the bottom of the box and smiled. “I can’t wait to bring this to work with me so I can look at our little bean everyday”, he said, wiping his thumb over the picture lovingly.

“When can we tell the team, how far along are you, when did you find out”, he bombarded you with questions.

“I found out a couple of weeks ago, but I didn’t tell you as I wanted to be sure first” you said, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at you’d that you waited so long to tell him.

“I understand”, he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

I have another scan in a few weeks to find out the gender”, you explained.

“let me know when it is and I’ll get the day off work, I want to come with you”, he stated.

“Sure thing”, you smiled. “What do you say I come drive you to work tomorrow and we can tell the team together, because I know you’re gonna let it slip”, you saying laughing at his reaction as he tried to act like he was offended.

“Oh I can’t wait”, he said jumping off the sofa.

You got off the sofa to go and fetch your phone, replaying the video to see his reaction. You cropped the video so it just showed the important parts as you knew the team would ask to see it.

That night Luca couldn’t fall asleep. He kept thinking about your future and the fact that he was finally going to be a dad after all the years of trying. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, his arms protectively around your wait, hands rubbing your stomach. You smiled leaning back into his toned chest, listening to his rhythm of his heartbeat to fall asleep. You couldn’t wait to finally have your little family and neither could Luca.

[achilles-rage]

Proud Boyfriend

summary: even though you told deacon not to tell anyone, street finds out that you wrote and published a book, meaning the rest of the team quickly finds out as well. when you come to visit deacon at work, you find out that they know, allowing deacon (and the rest of the team) to praise you for all your hard work.

word count: 1.3k

A/N: this was requested by @twilightlover2007, this was so fun to write, i really hope i did the idea justice! enjoy<3

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

After finishing their takedown, Street and Deacon stand at their lockers, packing up their bags to go home. As Street says a quick goodbye to Deacon, he looks down at Deacon’s bag, noticing a book peeking out of it. He smirks, making a quick grab for it, looking over it.

“What’s this, Deac? Didn’t know you were a reader,” he teases as Deacon turns around with wide eyes, noticing what he was holding.

“Nothing. It’s just a book.” Deacon replies, trying to take it back as Street flips the book back over to look at the cover. He raises a brow, looking up at Deacon, a small smile forming on his face.

“Wait, did your girl write this?” Street says in disbelief, as Deacon sighs, shaking his head, a small smile making its way onto his face.

“Yeah, she’s been working on it for a while. Finally got it published. But she didn’t want me to say anything. Said something about it being awkward if anyone hated it, which is ridiculous,” he states. “I read it. It’s amazing,” he adds, nodding his head, his smile growing wider. 

Street laughs at your reasoning, shaking his head as he flips the book open, glancing over a few of the pages, Deacon watching proudly as he crosses his arms across his chest, standing taller.

“Look, don’t let her know I told you. And don’t tell anyone else, okay?” Deacon whispers as he hears Hondo, Chris, and Tan’s voices getting closer to the locker room.

“Don’t tell anyone what?” Tan teases, smirking as they walk in, walking up to the two as Deacon grabs the book back, trying to put it in his bag. 

Hondo raises his hands in mock surrender, noticing Deacon’s movements as Chris and Tan look over at Street, raising a brow.

Street shrugs, smiling at both of them, shutting his locker. Chris moves into his path to the door, crossing her arms, giving him a look. Street sighs, looking back at Deacon quickly before turning back to Chris.

“Deacon’s girl wrote a book.” he mutters, defeated. Chris scoffs, turning to Deacon, laughing softly.

“Why didn’t you wanna tell us? That’s great!” she says, Tan and Hondo nodding in agreement. 

“Yeah, man. I’d be telling everyone I know. I’m kinda surprised you’re not,” Tan tells Deacon, patting him on the back. 

“Believe me, if she’d let me, I would tell everyone. She made me promise not to. I’ve seen how hard she worked on it, and you should’ve seen how happy she was when she finished it. I even bought 10 copies when it was published, but I didn’t tell her. I wanna support her, but she’s being really lowkey about it, around people she knows, at least.” he explains, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling softly, finally able to talk about it with someone that will listen to his praise.

“That’s awesome. If I wrote a book, I’d make everyone I know buy a copy.” Tan jokes, opening his locker to grab his bag.

“Who’s writing a book? If it’s an autobiography you better make me look good,” Luca jokes, walking into the room, patting Tan on the back as he walks by. 

“Deac’s girl wrote a book,” Street says, crossing his arms over his chest as he turns to Luca.

“What? No way! That’s great, man,” he tells Deacon, wrapping his arms around him for a short hug.

“Yeah, I’m proud of her. She’s always wanted to be a writer. Honestly, I was gonna tell her it was good no matter what, but it’s really well done. I hope she changes her mind so you guys can read it.” Deacon replies, face growing hot, thinking of you.

“Oh, and before we go, I have to show you what we found on our other target. We were able to find his ex-girlfriends address, it looks like that was his old stash house. There’s some stuff we found that forensics wants us to see,” Hondo explains, the team nodding, grabbing their bags before following him to the lab.

As they walk out to the main area of the building, Deacon turns, seeing you walking towards him, a tupperware container in your hand.

“Hey, you said you might have to work late tonight, so I brought you some dinner just in case,” you explain, leaning into his embrace as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead quickly before you back up.

You’re met with a chorus of hellos from the squad. You smile, waving at them all, saying a quick hi back.

“Hey, I heard about your book, congrats! When do we get to read it?” Luca says, taking a few steps towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug. Your eyes widen as he says this, hugging him back stiffly, giving Deacon a glare over Luca’s shoulder.

Deacon smiles nervously at you, before looking down, fingers moving to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, Street saw it in my bag, so he had to tell everyone.” he explains, looking back up at you sheepishly, before glaring at Luca as he lets you go.

“Was I not supposed to say anything? I thought you were excited?” Luca says, a confused expression making its way onto his face, his smile slowly disappearing as he looks between the two of you.

“Yeah, I guess you missed that part of the conversation,” Deacon says to Luca. “I’m sorry, I’m just proud of you, I wish you’d let me tell people,” Deacon says, turning to you. Your eyes soften as you smile softly, your face getting hot. 

“He’s right. You should’ve seen his face; he just wants to praise his girl.” Hondo jokes, putting an arm around you, giving you a tight side hug. “If it makes you feel better, we’re proud of you too. We’d love to read it. Someday,” he says, giving you a wink as the rest of the team hums in agreement.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll let you read it. But don’t expect me to give you a free copy,” you tease, biting the inside of your lip as you fight back a smile.

The team laughs, Street rolling his eyes, teasing you. “Of course. Wouldn’t expect a friends or family discount or anything,” he says, Chris punching his arm, shaking her head, smiling.

You laugh, looking down, feeling your chest swell with pride and excitement. You didn’t know they would want to read your book that bad. You look at Deacon as he smiles at you proudly, arms crossed across his chest, standing tall. He nods his head, a hopeful expression on his face. 

“We’re not done with this though. We’re talking about why you had a copy of my book here when you know how Street is,” you tease, pointing a finger at Deacon’s chest as Street scoffs, feigning offense.

Deacon laughs, pulling you into his chest again, hugging you tightly. You put your head on his chest, letting out a long exhale, your smile growing. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He whispers in your ear, loud enough for Hondo to hear from beside you.

“We all are. You’ve got yourself a talented woman there, Deac.” he says, looking at Deacon, a smirk on his face.

“I know,” he says, kissing the top of your head, “I know.” he says quieter, loosening his grip on you, looking down at you with his eyes full of admiration.

“Hondo just has to show us something in forensics and then I’ll be ready to go. Do you wanna wait and we can go out and properly celebrate your book?” Deacon asks you. You nod, smiling softly.

“Fine,” you say, faking annoyance, leaning up to kiss him softly. “I’m gonna go say hi to Cortez quickly. Come get me when you’re done.” You tell Deacon, turning to walk to her office as Deacon watches you walk away.

“You did good, Deac.” Tan says, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as they begin walking to the lab.

“Yeah. She doesn’t happen to have a sister or anything, does she?” Street teases, which earns him a shoulder check from Deacon as the rest of the team laughs.

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Chapter 2 - Different Shoes

Warnings: Violence, Foul Language, 18+

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A year ago~

The warmth of the sun on your back makes you groan as you keep your pace, not once letting up on the lead you’ve kept since Sargent Stevens had clicked his stopwatch, signaling for you to start. Now on your last mile of three you pick up your pace, knowing just how much fuel you have left in the tank. 

Nothing was going to stop you from reaching that man first and if it meant pushing yourself to the breaking point, then that's what you would do. You even your breathe’s out and focus on putting one foot down after the other, letting your mind take over as you race against the clock and the other recruits just yards behind you.

You round the last corner and give it all you have—there was a reason Street gave you the nickname speedy in high school. Passing the Sargent, you allow yourself to stop and take in a full breath. Laughing, you put your hands on your head and face the Sargent just as the rest of the recruits finish their run. You’re surprisingly happy to find Elijah finishing second, a wide smile on his face as he looks at you. 

And he was the one that had questioned you when you suggested running ten miles in the morning.

You pant heavily, inhaling as much air as your lungs allow, and wait for the Sargent to tell you your time. There’s shocked murmurs from the Sargent and a couple of SWAT officers, their eyes wide as they look from you to the pocket watch. 

“Well I’ll be damned,” Sargent Stevens mumbles. “Looks like we have a new record here at SWAT gentleman. Officer y/l/n…eighteen minutes and fifty-two seconds…the fastest anyone has ran it.”

Recruits start holloring for joy as they pat you on the back, looks of astonishment written across their faces. You smile as the SWAT officers nod at you in respect and a sense of fulfilment settles over you. You know that you belong, now you just have to prove it in the rest of the categories. 

You’re just about to head inside when you notice a car pulling into the car park. The lights flicker as a man opens the door and steps out, and it's as if time itself slows as the sun shines on him. 

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

He shuts the door and makes his way towards where you stood at the entrance, his attention wholly fixed on whatever was on his phone. There’s a pair of sunglasses perched across his nose, obstructing your view from what we're no doubt amazing eyes. It’s as he gets closer that you notice how cut and lean he is and it sends a shiver racing down your spine. His tight shirt hugs him perfectly, accenting every ripped muscle. His hair is damn near silver, with darker streaks highlighting it, but it’s the beard and mustache that does it for you. It shapes his face, perfecting every curve and dip, making him even more attractive. You know he’s much older than you, but your heart doesn’t care and it protests as you sidestep and let him through, a mumbled thanks ringing in your ears. 

The motivation to get through the next year just hit an all time high thanks to this man. 

Present~

You force your eyes to meet his dark ones and the second you do you’re at a total loss for words. How the hell are you supposed to work alongside this specimen of a human?

“Deacon Kay. I don’t think we’ve officially met,” he smiles and you melt at the sight of it. His teeth are perfectly white and the small dimples you can make out just behind his salt and peppered beard threaten to send you to your knees. The amount of times you two had made eye contact from afar was nothing compared to this. His eyes were a deep chocolate and hid emotions you swore you would uncover if it was the last thing you ever did. 

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you take his hand. “Y/n y/l/n, and it’s nice to finally meet you as well…Deacon,” you smile, pushing past the nerves that threaten to topple you. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

A glimmer shines in his eyes and it takes your breath away. “All good things, I hope,” he laughs lowly and the husky sound goes straight to your core. 

“Well most of it comes from Luca, so…” you tease and let go of his hand, missing the warmth already. You swore internally at what just one touch from this man could do to you and knew you would be searching for his warmth in everything from now on—that thought scared you.

“Already making me the bad guy, huh?” Deacon groans, but a small smirk etches it way across his face. You clench your jaw as his groan resonates through you and you force no emotions to show on your face as you face Hondo and the rest of the team.

“You know it,” Luca smiles and it calms your racing heart for a fleeting moment. 

~~~~

A week later~

You tap Chris’s shoulder twice in confirmation that you’re with her as she yells “give me two”. You round the corner with her and check one side of the room as she checks the other. Trash litters the floor, couches and chairs toppled over in multiple areas. 

“Right side clear,” you call, your gun pointed and ready for anything.

“Left side clear,” she calls back before making her way back to you.

You let her lead as you round another corner, but this time you take a shot at a man as he bursts through the closet door, his gun aimed straight at your head. He goes down right as the lights in the complex flicker back on. His groans echo off the walls and you smile as you extend a hand towards him. 

Rocker smiles as he takes it, patting you on the shoulder as he reaches his full height. “Damn…gotta say, you’re a damned fast learner y/n,” he chuckles. 

“Train with the best, become the best. You should try it sometime,” you wink and he throws his hands up at the obvious dig you threw his way. 

“Didn’t know our girl could throw digs like that,” Luca beams as he fists bumps you on the way out of the practice field. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

You smirk and take off your helmet before meeting the eyes of the rest of your team members, making a point not to hold Deacon’s gaze for too long. “So how did I do?”

There’s nothing but silence for a couple heartbeats and the longer the seconds tick by the more your insecurities threaten to take over. Hondo breaks it by cracking a smile and then there’s a round of laughter as the team hugs and high fives you. “You should have seen the look on your face,” Hondo chuckles. “Tan about shit himself the first time.”

“I did not,” Tan argues, crossing his arms in defense. “But nothing beats when Street got reprimanded by Mumford.” Laughter fills the air and a sense of comfort takes hold of you. 

“I wasn't that bad,” Street rolls his eyes, looking at you as he shakes his head. “Forget about them. They’re nothing but liars.”

You hum. “I’ve known you for enough years to tell when you’re the one lying, Hero,” you wink at Street, using the nickname you made for him back when he refused to use any other nickname besides speedy. A blush creeps up his face as Hondo and Luca laugh in his face at the nickname and you know he’s going to make you regret using it in front of them later, but the sight of his embarrassment is too good for you to care. 

You squeeze between Luca and Deacon, conscious of every part of Deacon that brushes up against you. You shiver and head towards the locker room, a proud smile on your face. 

The past week has been all about getting you trained with the team—knowing the way they moved and how fluid they entered situations, always planning two steps ahead. You grew up in a military family and had learned more than your average officer, but every situation was different and this team was no different. Hondo was unlike any other leader you had worked under. He made decisions fast and smart, looking at the quickest and safest outcomes. He made sure everyone was on the same page before starting every training session, always making eye contact as he spoke. He made you feel confident with every step you took, because he was. 

But it was Deacon, the man who now followed closely behind you and ahead of the group, that made you feel like this was all still surreal. You had trained with every one of your team members, getting to know their decisions and the way they moved, and of course Street had been the easiest to learn, but Deacon? It was as if the two of you had worked together for years. 

He made sure you were always right behind him, always in sync with him. His decisions were quick and flawless and you couldn’t help but admire him for it. He was always stern during the training—serious, but more than once you had noted the softer tone he took on when addressing you. A part of you hated that he was being softer on you than the rest just because you were new, but you couldn’t deny the warmth it brought you everytime he did it. 

“I have to agree with Rocker. You’re a fast learner,” Deacon says as he catches up with you. “Hondo thinks you’re finally ready for the field, and so do I.”

You look up at him, not stopping your stride, and smile. You tried and failed to keep the butterflies at bay. “I won’t let you guys down,” you reply and break eye contact, hoping he didn’t notice your pupils dilate this close to him or the breathy tone in your voice.

“I know you won’t,” he tells you in that ever reassuring voice of his. He gives you one last look as you enter the locker room before going to both of your respective lockers. Your’s is just on the other side of Chris’s, far enough away from Deacon to get a full breath of air without having to smell his attractive cologne. 

You had lost count of the amount of times his cologne had set a fire inside of you that you could not get out of your mind. It was an addiction and you were more than ready to surrender to it. 

“So speedy…looks like someone finally gets to join the cool kids,” Street punches your shoulder as he walks past you and to his own locker, a smug smile on his lips. “No more pretending to just be cool.”

You give him a sharp glare, catching Deacon’s clenched jaw just behind Street, but think nothing of it as the rest of the team fills the room. “I don’t remember any mention of your name next to the top spot,” you counter.

The room snickers. “Low blow, y/n,” Hondo laughs. There’s a chaos of beeping that sounds and all of you pull out your phones to check the message. “Robbery in process. Get suited up and meet in the car park.”

Both excitement and nerves run through you as your eyes clash with Street’s and you know he can see every emotion that passes through your eyes. There’s a soft smile that plays on his lips as he takes a couple steps until he’s resting his hands on your shoulders—the weight of his hands grounding you. 

“Just like any other job, any other case. You’ve worked a million of them, the only thing different now is that your SWAT”

His words calm the slight fear and you give a short nod, thanking him. Your eyes meet Deacon’s and there’s nothing but calm, steady assurance. You would never get used to seeing those eyes, never wanted to. 

“I got your back. We all do,” Street says and your eyes snap to his. 

“Then let’s go kick some ass.”

The sirens echo down the street as Black Betty rolls to a hard stop and you jump out after Chris, gun ready. Hondo had received word from Hicks that four shooters were inside with an unknown number of hostages. You stay behind the door as gunshots blast through the windows, hitting the side of the armoured truck and falling to the ground. Hondo yells to stand down, but more shots ring out. 

“Chris, Street, and y/n, find a way in, we need eyes in there,” Hondo orders to the three of you. You nod and follow Street and Chris in formation, keeping close their heels as you monitor the alleyway. 

“Damn it, it’s locked,” Chris curses, trying the handle. “Blow it.”

Street pulls the charges from his pocket and puts two on the door, standing back as it flashes purple. The hinges burst, sending the door to the floor in a heap of smoke and you follow after them, making sure to keep your steps quiet. 

A round of shots ring out and Street curses, his focus wholly on the situation right around on the other side of the wall. “We’re in,” he radios the rest of the team.

You keep your gun trained and follow Street as Chris breaks out and checks the room to her left. There’s light streaming through the door down the hallway and you watch as Street pulls the snake camera from his pack and sneaks it underneath the door.

“Four men and what looks like to be six—no eight hostages,” he radios, keeping his voice low as he looks through the camera on his arm. “Two shooters have their guns pointed at the huddled hostages in the north-west corner. One of the men is drug lord Alajandro Rodruigez.”

You bite your cheek as you think hard, knowing that this situation had to be handled delicately, especially with a man who did not care whether or not bodies were dropped. You can hear Hondo’s voice as he speaks through a microphone, telling the gunmen that the call is for them as a phone rings from somewhere in the room.

“There’s no negotiation here,” Alajandro yells out and you breathe as the gunfire ceases. You lock eyes with Chris and she rolls her neck as she clenches her jaw, reading the dangerous situation just as you are. “I want a way out of here or they all die.” 

Screams sound from behind the door and you watch as a man pulls a girl up by the hair, tears streaming down her face as she tries to fight the man. He puts his gun to her temple and her cries only intensify, but you force all emotions down as you focus on the screen on Street’s arm. 

“I want a car around back, no cops or she dies,” Alajandro snarls at Hondo through the broken glass at the front, his gun pointed directly at the girl. “You have five minutes.”

“Street, Chris, y/n, fall back to the alleyway,” Deacon radios through and despite the situation, his voice sends shivers down your spine. 

Bad timing, really bad timing. 

“24-david copy,” Chris replies. 

The three of you fall back to the alleyway and you hold back your frustration as you watch from around the corner as the four armed suspects emerge from the door. Their shots ring down the alleyway and you press your back to the next door convenience store so as to not get shot. You take a quick peek in time to see the girl's face and realization washes over you. 

You knew you recognized her, but her hair had been different the last time you had gotten a good look at her three years ago.

“Hondo, that’s Amelia Rodriuegez…his cousin. She’s in on it,” you radio, keeping your scope trained on the men as they reach the silver impala.

"You sure? There was no mention of her anywhere on our radar,” he grounds out, his voice stern. 

“I’m sure. I worked a case three years ago that involved her and…she’s the brains of the operation, not him,” you spit out, anger tearing through you that you didn’t recognize her sooner. 

“She’s right, Hondo,” Hick’s voice comes through. “The DA just informed me she’s been off the grid for the past three years. The case went cold until five days ago when she was spotted with a known associate of hers.”

Rider Mowler, you silently add.

Hondo curses and radios for all units to cut the car off. A smirk fills your face as you run down the alleyway, Street and Chris hot on your heels. Sirens fill the block as multiple cruisers block both ends of the street where the silver impala sits, Black Betty being one of them.

A gun peaks out from the window and you aim, taking the shot before anyone else has the chance to. Blood splashes across the window before the rest of the doors open, and bullets ring out. Street takes down the next suspect that aims his gun out, and you watch as he drops, the life leaving his eyes.

“Come out with your hands out and you don’t have to die like the rest of your crew,” Hondo calls out. 

There’s no response and you move your eyes over the hood of the car towards where Hondo and Deacon stand side by side, both of their faces showing anger and years of  concentration. “Do it now,” Deacon demands. 

Still no answer, but the movement of a gun catches your attention and you watch as Alajandro emerges from the car with his hands held high, dropping the gun to the bloodied street. There’s a sick look in his eyes that makes you nauseous, but it’s the sight of Amelia’s gaze set directly on you as she emerges that truly pushes you over the edge. 

“On the ground, Ameila,” you snarl, a cold look in your eye as you march towards the women who cost you countless nights of sleep three years ago. 

“Hello, officer y/l/n. Good to see you again,” she gives you a smug smile, showing cracked teeth, but refuses to sink to the ground like her cousin. “Too bad it took the help of SWAT for you to finally catch me. All those poor kids counted on you and yet there was nothing you could do...and by the way, did you like my little performance back there?”

You reach her and slam her hard against the car, forcing her to face the hood. There’s a dark look in your eye as you tighten the cuffs around her until she’s throwing a string of colorful words at you. You push her face harder into the hood and lean down until your mouth is just at her ear and whisper, “I am SWAT, bitch.”