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Secrets
Jim Street X Reader
Street helps the writer through a panic attack.
A/N: I hope you all like this drabble !!!
Y/N’s POV
Swat was a amazing job and you were so greatful that you got to be apart of it. Being one of the elites and fiding a family was something that you were beyond greatful for.
But being apart of the elite meant that you had to be on top of everything and leaving no room to have anything wrong.
You knew about your anxiety diagnosis sense you were little it was something that you manged and took medications for. The only problem was that you kept it out of your medical history.
You were afraid they wouldn't think you were quailifed enough and that your dreams would be over before it would start. So you kept it hidden and any time you had a flare up you would say you would try and hide it.
It was nothing personal you just knew you had to keep it to yourself. It wasn't like it was going to affect them. You all were super close but they didn't have to know everything about you.
Usually you were fine you would take your medications and practice your excersies you had. Like breathing techniques and even journaling to help you.
Being on the job for a couple of years know you quickly learned how to take the moments for yourself. To slip away and take the self care you needed.
But it was hard though always wondering if someone was gonna find out. Or wondering you were going to have a panic attack on the scene holding a weapon or fighting with the suspect.
It always just felt like a big ticking bomb that was being held over your head.
Was you making the best descion for you? And was it the best one for your teamates and society. Was this anxiety a big deal or not at all ?
Everytime you thought about it you had a panic attack just thinking about it.
Today was a different day. Today was a hard one it was just call after call and you were high paced all day long.
You could feel your anxiety setting in strong and the panic attacks felt like they were gonna happen.
You couldn't do any of the normal thing you usually did during the day to help.
Your hands were shaking and your leg was bouncing. Thankfully everyone was sitting around and doing their own thing.
You were sitting in the lounge room watching tv with Street and Tan. they were making you watch some show that you weren’t paying attention to.
You were so wrapped in your thoughts. You were thinking about everything and anything at all once.
It just felt like your mind was spinning and you were trying to claw your way out of a hole but couldn’t get out. Street looked over at you and he gave you a concerned look on his face.
But you didn’t even notice. You began to feel you breathing getting labored and you were getting lightheaded. So you got up and ran out of the room. You didn’t know where you were going but you just knew you had to get out of there
You just kept walking and ended walking outside. The warm sunlight was hitting you all over and it did feel nice.
You walked over to the nearest bench and your legs were shaking and you felt like it was taking forever to get there. Each step it just felt like you were getting further and further away.
Suddenly you felt these hands on the back of you trying to give you some support.
You were worried when you realized when someone was behind you. Worrying if it was all going to come out.
But then when you felt the familar warm touch you always craved you knew who it was instanly.
“Hey it’s okay I got you” Street said
You sat on the bench and then he got in front of you an kneeled down. You bent over your hands were cradling your face.
Jim took your hands and removed them from your face. You looked a total mess your face was red and your face was all wet from crying.
He was making you look at him. He had a look of concern written all over his face. Then he took his free hand he had and started rubbing your back which made you feel better and helped you calm down.
“Hey talk to me, okay and breathe just breathe it’s gonna be okay” Street said in a soft voice.
“It’s nothing okay I’m fine” You said breaking eye contact with him.
“It’s not nothing what happened I mean i know it’s been a long day just had a moment” You said not looking at him.
“Is it anxiety or something” Jim asked.
You didn’t really say anything to him just started down at the bottom of your feet.
“Hey don’t do that don’t shut me out i’m just worried about you” Jim said.
You lifted yourself up and sat up straight. Taking your hands and wiping your face.
You started taking deep breaths trying to get yourself back in order. You were struggling on what to answer because you were worried Street would go and tell Hondo or someone because he was worried about you.
You knew he only had pure intentions but you still didn’t want the whole team to know. But the way he was looking at you wanted to just spill your heart out to him.
Looking at him in the eyes you decided to take the gamble and tell him.
“ I have pretty bad anxiety and panic attacks i take medications for” You said.
Jim got up and you started worrying again thinking where the hell was he off to. He sat down next to you. He then took you and pushed you close to him. So you were leaning up against his body.
“I’m not gonna tell anyone. If that’s what your worried about” JIm said.
You felt like a giant weight had been lifted off your chest once he said that.
“Thank you really I mean it’s nothing bad It’s just some stuff I want to be personal” You said.
“No i get that were all together all the time it’s hard to keep some kind of boundary” Jim said.
“So what about you i need a big secret so incase you tell mine i’ll tell yours” You said.
“Now why would I tell you something major then” Jim said laughing.
“Because i know most of your shit so you got something and i need leverage you won’t tell then you got nothing to worry about” You said laughing.
“Fine okay here goes I have a crush on someone from work” Street said.
You got up and looked at him with a surprised face. Not knowing this so this was huge news.
“Well who is it do I know her” You asked.
Street looked at you and smiled. He had this big goofy look on his face.
“Yeah you know her and nope that’s all the information you get’ Street said smiling.
“Wait come on this isn’t fair you gotta tell me something I’ll die if I don’t know” You said pleading with him.
Suddenly the bells went off and that meant you all had to roll.
“This isn’t over Street” You said getting up
You both started jogging over to Black Betty.
“Now we both have secrets” Street said winking at you and getting in the back of the car.
Damn you never regretted something more in your life then you did right now
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time - Jim Street (S.W.A.T)
plot: going into labor while visiting Street at work and being stuck due to a lockdown.
character: Jim Street x pregnant! reader + Deacon x reader + Luca x reader
a/n: Someone requested this but I couldn't stop writing so I turned it into a one-shot 😅 sorry I was so excited!
It was a busy day at S.W.A.T HQ but you didn’t know that when you made an appearance to say hi to your husband Jim. You were out with friends for brunch before going home you thought about stopping by to say hi to the team. The first person you saw was David, you smiled at him and he came over to greet you.
“Hi Y/n!” he gave you a hug “How are you doing?” he looked you up and down.
“Hi David. I’m good and you?” You asked.
“Just swamped right now but good.” He answered honestly.
“How’s things with being pregnant?” he looked at your belly.
“Ugh so much harder than I thought.” You pouted “I thought it was going to be easy and fun and I’m like a unicorn but no it wasn’t.”
He gave a short laugh “Well don’t worry any day now the baby is coming and it’s gonna be different.”
“Well you are an expert at that so I should take your word for it.” You both smiled at each other.
Just before you could about your husband, he showed up looking worried.
“Y/n!” he came rushing to your side.
“Hey you” you smiled at him.
“What’s wrong? Are you alright? Is it the baby?” he took hold of your hands and started looking for anything that didn’t look right.
“Easy there tiger” David started and that made Jim look at him “She’s here to make your day better.”
He nodded at him then David excused himself. Jim turned his focus on you and gave you a long hug.
“Okay now I gotta ask you.” You said while hugging him back “Are you okay?”
He gave you one of his cute smiles that showed his dimples “Deacon was right I feel much better now.” He didn’t let you go completely and was still holding to your arms.
You were a little suspicion about that, but you knew his job wasn’t that easy. Tan came running and passed you two “Street we got an update.”
“What’s going on in here?” you said looking around, seeing everyone on edge.
“I’m sorry baby it’s just bad timing. We’re dealing with something right now.” Street said while rubbing your arms trying to keep you calm.
“You go help out I’ll leave and see you at home.” He was hesitated to leave you.
“Go” you encouraged him “I’ll be fine.” You gave him a gentle push.
He gave you a soft kiss before running after Tan. You hoped they all ended the day on a good note and prayed silently for their safety. As you were making your way to the door you felt pain, but at this point it was normal because it was close to your due day. You were feeling pain all through your pregnancy but each one was different depending on your stage. You stopped to take deep breaths.
“Oh hey are you alright Y/n?” you heard Luca’s voice before seeing him.
He stepped in to help if he could “Are you alright?” he offered you his hand to grab if you needed it and God you did. You took hold and squeezed.
“Here let’s help you sit down on the chair.” You barley made it to the chair
“Should we call Street?” Luca was rubbing your back to ease the pain.
“No.” You said firmly “There’s no need to scare him.”
The pain stopped “Oh the pain stopped” you stood up straight then looked at Luca.
Before Luca was able to reply the alarm noise boomed in the whole building. Everyone looked around then their training took over, the whole building was on lock down. The alarm scared you and you took hold of Luca’s arm.
“What’s happening?” your voice was shaky.
“We’ve been dealing with hackers all day. If I have to take a guess they must be trying to get into our system.”
Just then Jim came running, he was looking for Luca when he saw you.
“I thought you left?” his eyes were wide.
“Sorry I was double sided a little bit.” You gave him a weak smile.
“Come on we’ll let you rest in Hick’s office until we finish dealing with this.”
You both made your way to Hick’s office, and Jim went out of his way to make you feel comfortable as you will be in there for a while.
“All done” he said as he fluffed the last pillow and turned to see you looking at him with heart eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing” you moved closer to him “I just think you’re the best husband, trying to make me feel comfortable here while your team is out there doing their work.”
“isn’t that why you marry me?” he smiled with those cute dimples.
“That and for many other reasons.” You kissed him.
When you parted he saw your eyes widened, you looked down at your legs and his eyes followed yours.
“I think my water broke!” you said panicking.
“I think so too.”
He grabbed your arms to help you sit down on the sofa, Jim was used to stressful situations and situations that made most people panic and freak out. He knew exactly how to be calm and process everything at once, so when your water broke, he was exactly what you needed by your side. He was there for the birth classes with you, he didn’t miss not one class. He read every book he could find about pregnancy and childbirth, he wanted to be ready for the whole thing just in case something happened.
“You remember the breathing exercises?” you nodded “Well it’s time to put them into test, okay?” he told you in a very calming voice.
“Give me a minute baby I’m gonna call someone” he held his phone to his ears.
He was still holding your hand while he talked to someone on the phone.
“Yeah we’re in the Hick’s office……… yeah her water just broke.” You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation because of the contraction, you pressed on Jim’s hand hard while controlling your breathing. He ended the phone call and got down to your level.
“Hey sweetheart just keep breathing.” He grabbed your other hand and press a kiss to it.
There was a knock on the door and Deacon showed up “Hey guys I thought you might need a hand here.”
Jim and David did everything they could to make you feel at ease, it was the longest 30 minutes of your entire life. But you had your husband with you the whole time, so you kept on focusing on the positive things and not get your mind the on the negative. David was also here and he has four kids and they all healthy so he’s a trained professional on childbirths right now, when you told him that he laughed “Yeah you’re right about that, so there’s no need to be worried as long as I’m here.”
He also called an ambulance that was waiting for you outside as soon as the lockdown was over. The contractions were getting 4 minutes apart by now, the team was working as fast as they could. Thanks to both Luca and Tan they manage to find their target, the people behind all of this. Even thought Jim was slowly getting stressed about his baby being born here in HQ he wants to make sure that both you and the baby were fine, thankfully David was there.
As soon as the lockdown was lifted the EMT got into the building and head straight to you, they manage to get you to the hospital in record time. Your doctor was already waiting for you, you forced them to let Jim in with you they were against it at first until
“Listen to me if you want to baby to get out of me in the smoothest way possible without any risk of me being stubborn then my husband will be in there with me. You got that?”
You were so serious than the nurse was terrified of you so she let him in. The whole team were waiting for any news about what’s happening in there. After 2 hours Jim Street walks in the waiting room with a big smile on his face.
“It’s a girl!” he announced putting both his arms up “And Y/n is fine, she’s resting.”
A round of hugs and congratulations went around the room.
“Hey Deacon Y/n wants to see you first.” Jim told him.
They both walked in and saw you holding your little girl in your arms, you look happy and tired at the same time. Jim took her from your arms and gave her a kiss before handed her to Deacon.
“Wow she’s so beautiful.” He rocked her lightly looking at both of you.
“We wanted you to be the first to meet her.” Jim started.
“Yeah, we thought that she would want to meet her godfather.” You continued.
David’s head turned towards the both of you shocked “Are you sure?”
“Yeah of course, we’re sure!” you both said.
“She wouldn’t be here without all your help today, David.” You smiled at him “So thank you for everything.”
He smiled “Well let’s just hope she has her daddy’s looks but mother’s behavior.”
Both you and him laughed while Jim acted like he was offended.
“Say that to the poor nurse her mom threatened on the way to the delivery room.”
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"Nicki Minaj once said" Dominique Luca x Trans! Fem! Reader
Summary: Youre nervous to meet Lucas found family, and somehow even more nervous to see how they react to you.
What to expect: 4K+ words, angst/comfort, angst to fluff, transphobic comments, talk of unsupportive families, team is supportive and has your back, light drinking
A/N: I am a trans man so I pray I wrote the trans fem reader well! Feedback and interactions are gratefully appreciated! Also, help i love reader so much
You shuffled around your apartment in your long lilac dress. The silk material prevented you from running, and you cursed yourself for wearing such a long dress. You grabbed your lip gloss and loaded your things into the deep purple clutch you picked to accompany you for the night. You made your way back over to your closet and heard the front door unlock behind you. My date must be here, You thought as you kept walking. You grabbed a pair of black heels and made your way back into the living room to put them on.
Your man stood in the middle of the entryway, dressed in a deep gray suit with a lilac tie, a perfect match to your dress. He had insisted on coordinating outfits, and it didn't take you long to cave. You paused to take in the sight of Luca, grinning wildly at you.
“You look amazing.” You watched his eyes make their way down your body, memorizing the way your elegant silk dress hugged you in all the right places. You blushed and got closer to him, straightening his tie.
“I look better next to you.” You stood on your toes to give him a quick kiss. He grabbed your waist, wanting to deepen your exchange. However, you pulled back and leaned against the back of your couch.
“Tsk, tsk. We're already running late.” You struggled to balance while trying to put your heels on. Luckily your prince charming was there to help. He kneeled in front of you helping you with the buckle on the side of the ankle. He stood up and pulled you up from your spot on the back of the couch.
“Then let's get going, gorgeous.” He led you out of your relatively empty apartment and took the liberty of locking the door behind him. He helped you into his truck, and just like that you were off into the evening LA traffic.
Before long you found yourself leaving the truck with Luca. You walked up the stairs to the rooftop bar, your arm linked with your boyfriend. The LA sunset always made you feel so free. You loved the icy wasteland you were raised in, but you were getting used to this.
You were anxious. You and Luca had begun dating two months ago, and you loved every second you spent with him. However, the idea of meeting his team kept you up at night. You knew you weren't the picture-perfect girlfriend anyone had in mind for Luca, especially not his cop coworkers.
Luca urged you to relax. Times were changing, and he knew his team would love you. It had taken you a couple of dates to tell Luca about your transition. He was shocked.
“I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me,” Luca said. Years of therapy had taught you that you saw yourself more masculine than anyone else did, but the idea of everyone knowing still haunted you. You fought hard to make it here, even leaving your awfully conservative town to find a new family in LA. You hated the idea of being perceived as anything other than a woman, and Luca hated the fact that you were worried his team would be anything other than respectful.
He knew you well. He sat with you as you cried. He defended you at the supermarket. He helped with picking up your hormones. He knew what he signed up for by continuing to date you, but he didn't care. He wanted all of you, even the parts you didn't care for. After a lengthy discussion, you asked Luca to let his team know you were trans. You wanted them to know ahead of time, as opposed to finding out on the spot.
Luca was able to casually sprinkle the fact in while he was going on one of many tangents about you. The team understood why you'd want that mentioned beforehand, and took it as a sign you trusted them. The two of you reached the top of the stairs, and you saw a large crowd of people dressed to the nines.
“I love how they go all out for these charity events,” Luca broke the silence between the two of you, squeezing your hand. You looked over at his irresistible smile. You could never worry with a man like him beside you. “You ready to meet my family?” He couldn't help but do one final check-in.
“Yeah. I think I am.” You said quietly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. He just grinned again and led you over to a corner of the bar, where a group of people awaited you. He stepped away from you to grab onto two men's shoulders. They turned around, laughing, and pulled Luca into a hug.
You stood anxiously, not knowing what to do with yourself. The man you identified as Hondo, was the first to make eye contact with you. “You must be the infamous (Y/N)!” He walked closer to you and pulled you into a hug. Luca silently thanked him for being so forward. He knew you were far too nervous to interject.
You hugged him back, eventually giving his whole squad hugs. Luca told you so much about each of them, which helped. You were able to build a mental profile on each of his team members. You guys settled into a nice talk, allowing you to properly introduce yourself, and talk more about Luca.
“Luca would not stop talking about you. It's nice to finally put a pretty face to an equally pretty name.” Street elbowed Luca, making the group laugh again. After a little while longer of talking, Luca excused himself to grab you and him drinks, leaving you to mingle more with his coworkers. You got really close with Chris, and Street. Chris revealed how she was bisexual, and told you which officers and coworkers you might want to steer away from. It was nice to know she cared and did not want to see anyone causing problems.
Hondo, overhearing butted in, “(Y/N), if anyone here gives you any problems you tell one of us. You dating family, makes you family. Some of these assholes take cheap shots, and you don't need to be at the end of their awful jokes.” You solemnly nodded, and they must have been able to read how scared you truly were.
Chris put her hand on your shoulder and went to say something but was cut off by Luca bumping into your side, holding two drinks.
“(Y/F/D) for you, and a beer for me.” He passed you your go-to drink, and you grinned. He seemed like he had taken a shot while he was getting drinks, which didn't go unnoticed by his team.
“Luca, it's not even dark yet and you're already slurring!” Tan punched his shoulder.
Deacon chimed in, “He is not gonna make it to when the auction winners are announced.” The team roared with laughter and you continued talking with the team. They asked you more about your work, allowing you to geek out about your beloved job. Eventually, you met Annie, Deacon's wife. It's safe to say everyone was nervous about her response to you, given her past spouts with Chris. However, the group was pleasantly surprised with her reaction. If she had an issue with you, she didn't make it known.
After another hour of chatting, Chris excused herself to the restroom with you in tow. The guys threw out some comment about girls going to the bathroom together as you walked off. It was a single bathroom, so while Chris was inside you sat on a bench nearby. You took this time to pull out your compact mirror, checking your meticulously done makeup.
While you were re-applying your lip gloss, an officer walked down the hallway, presumably to the men's restroom.
“All the makeup in the world wouldn't be enough.” You heard him mumble as he passed you. You glanced up from your mirror to see he was one of the officers Chris and Street warned you about. You could have walked away, and been fine. However, that would mean this asshole would walk away too.
“I'm sorry?” You closed your mirror.
“Apology accepted. Next time you get lost, just remember the men's bathroom is down further.” He put a great deal of emphasis on “men’s” and seemed content with your reaction.
“Hmm,” You placed your mirror, and your lip gloss in your clutch, before standing up. “No, this is my restroom. It's alright though, I know people at your age tend to get confused.” You snapped back. Being raised in a transphobic part of the US helped you get tough skin, especially when talking to nobody’s. You could see the anger boil in his face. He got close to you, closer than you'd like.
“Listen here-”
“I don't want to hear a word, officer… Smith? I honestly wonder what Commander Hicks would think of one of his officers harassing someone attending a charity event. Seems like someone doesn't care about raising money. Seems like an awful representation of SWAT.” His initial reaction was to reach for you but once he saw the face behind you he backed off. Chris placed her hand on your shoulder.
“Smith, are we going to have a problem? I would hate for this to be your third strike, man.” Chris grinned at him. The man scrambled through an apology before storming off again, leaving you and Chris to look at each other. She asked if you were okay, but the words didn't really register. You muttered something about meeting her with the rest of the team, before walking into the bathroom and locking yourself inside.
You leaned your back against the door, staring at the tiles on the floor. The luxurious bathroom wasn't enough to make you feel safe. You were brought back to a dark place, one you were familiar with. You were used to being ridiculed for being yourself. However, everywhere you went you hoped things would be different. The only place you truly felt at peace was with Luca. He was always too quick to drown out your self-deprecating thoughts and the awful comments made by others.
You made your way over to the sink and placed your hands on either side. You looked at yourself, you made sure you looked perfect before Luca picked you up from your apartment, and now your tears pulled the black pigment from your mascara down your face. You sighed, grabbing a nearby tissue to blot your eyes dry.
You weren't crying, just tearing up. Every time your eyes looked somewhat dry, you would sniffle or notice the redness appearing around your eyes tear up all over again. Eventually, you just had to allow the tears to fall and focus on breathing to compose yourself. After a couple of minutes, you were able to successfully touch up your makeup, and slip out of the bathroom.
Luca was standing right outside the door, waiting for you. He always knew when to give you space, which you appreciated. The only thing he did was stretch his arms outward, urging you to hug him. You happily obliged, being careful not to get any makeup on his suit. You held onto each other for a second, before he pulled you away. He looked into your eyes, clearly concerned.
“Are you alright, dear?” You felt a calloused thumb brush along your cheekbone.
“Yeah, Chris told you? She had my back, that was nice.” He threw a sad smile your way.
“I told you they would! Don't worry, Chris and I are already planning on talking to Hicks first thing Monday morning.”
“You don't need to do that..” You looked down at your shoes.
“And yet we are. Cant have shitty cops like him getting away with talking to beautiful women that way.” He kissed your temple. You laughed and leaned into his touch.
“You flirt. Let's go back to the team.” You grabbed his hand and led him back to the table. When you make your way back you notice Chris’ back is turned to you guys. She's telling the group what went down between you and the officer.
“No, it was crazy! She threatened to go to Hicks, and how he shouldn't be an officer! Totally showed that asshole up.” Her hand gestures and excitement captivated the rest of the SWAT team.
“Smith totally deserved it. He's had so many run-ins with the board.” Hondo sighed, not surprised by how out of line the officer was.
“It's a miracle he's been on SWAT this long, let alone in the LAPD.” Deacon crossed his arms. They fell into a somber silence which was only broken when Luca cleared his throat and led you closer to the table. The group looked up and tried to avoid talking about the recent altercation.
It was easy to find other things to talk about with the team. They are interested in all things you, and that you don't solely ask questions about the job. They ask you more about how you and Luca meant, and about where you're from.
“Ah, I’m actually from Wyoming.” You nodded, ready for the influx of questions.
“What is in Wyoming? Like actually.” Street deadpanned you, leaving the group to laugh.
“Nothing! That's why my parents picked it. It was away from everything and it sucked,” You continued, “I liked the cold, but honestly, I really like LA. It's nice to actually have a sunset. I remember, during winter there was no inbetween. It was either day or night. It got dark at 4 pm.” You explained, looking in the distance at the brightly colored sunset.
The night continued without a hitch. Everyone drank and laughed, and throughout the night Luca got closer and closer to you. His arm snaked around your shoulder. Whenever someone was mid-story you felt his other hand rest on your thigh. You looked over at him, only to see him already looking at you. You guys stared at each other, smiling dumbfounded by each other. It wasn't until Street and Tan started ooo-ing and throwing out comments about the lovebirds that you broke your eye contact,
You and Luca couldn't help but laugh, knowing you two had gotten caught. After everyone had settled down the conversation naturally shifted to something else. Luca squeezed your hand and moved to whisper in your ear.
“You ready to head out, sweetheart?” He moved back to look at you. You gave him a small nod. You two waited a little longer, finding the right time to excuse yourselves. When that time came, Luca stood up and helped you up from your chair.
“Well, I think we're going to head out. Thank you guys. I’m so glad you guys all got to meet. It's nice to see the most important people in my life get together.” Luca allowed himself to get a little mushy, earning a hoard of awe’s from the group.
“Yeah yeah. I think I speak for everyone when I say she's got our stamp of approval.” Hondo chimes in.
“You've got yourself a catch, Luca,” Tan adds, with nods from the rest of the team.
“You get your girl home safe!” Hondo affectionately punched Lucas' arm. The next few minutes are spent saying goodbye and planning another time where you could meet the team again. Finally, though, you and Luca make your way back down the stairs to his truck. He helped you into your seat before walking around to the other side of the vehicle.
“I'm sorry about Smith.” He broke the silence that had settled between you during the drive home.
“It's not your fault, babe. I’m glad Chris stood up for me.” You said, calmly.
“She made it sound like you had it handled.” Luca shot a glance your way.
“Yeah, I almost didn't say anything. I don't know how he would have reacted had Chris not been there.” You looked down at your hands, fumbling with your painted nails.
“I hate that you have to worry about all of that. You don't deserve any of it.” Luca grabs your hand. Your instinct is to pull his callous hand up to your mouth and kiss the back of his hand.
“I know. I don't like it either, but what more can you do? Shitty people like him only make me enjoy my time spent with people like you more,” Lucas' heart swelled. “I get less harmful comments here than in Wyoming.” You reminded him.
“Still makes me so damn frustrated. You're the best person I've ever met. The best woman I've had the pleasure of taking out on dates.” He gushed. You knew he was rambling, but you could see the obvious anger and confusion in his face. You thought back to his history, and some of the awful cases he had told you about. He had witnessed so many people at their lowest, and so many people plagued with hate. Yet, he was still the most pure and caring person you knew. You didn't tell him that enough.
Before you knew it he parked his truck in the driveway and led you into his house. He locked the door behind the two of you and loosened his tie. “Those events are fun, and I enjoy dressing up for a bit, but god I hate ties.” He threw it onto the coffee table, and you sat down on a nearby couch.
You went to take off your earrings, as he made his way into the kitchen. While placing your earrings into your purse you heard him call for your drink order.
“Rum and Coke?” You shouted back. He threw a “Yes Ma’am” your way before getting to work. Eventually, he made his way into the living room with both of your drinks. You snuggled into his side and he threw on some quiet music in the background.
“I was surprised you didn't want to get on the dance floor,” Luca said as he looked down at you on his chest.
“That's because it's still too early for me to upstage your coworkers with my dancing skills.” This earned you a hearty laugh from your boyfriend. You wanted to hear that sound for the rest of your life.
“Well, the night is still young, I'm pretty sure Nicki Minaj said that” He squeezed your shoulder. It was your turn to laugh at him, not expecting his comment.
“So you're saying Nicki Minaj wants us to dance? Right now?” You sat up to look at him. He grinned and stood up, pulling you with him. He let go of you to push the coffee table side, almost a little too eagerly. He turned toward you, as another light jazz song began playing over the Bluetooth speaker. You closed the distance between the two of you and began swaying. He had his hand on the small of your back and you had your hands on his shoulders.
After some light gliding around the living room, he spun you to face away from him. You felt his chin land on your shoulder, and his hands wrap around your waist. Your cheeks began to hurt from smiling for so long, but it was just impossible to not smile with Luca.
“You know you make everything better, right? I wouldn't be here without you.” You placed your hands over his, continuing to rock from side to side with him.
“Sometimes I worry I hold you back by being on SWAT.” You couldn't tell if he had been thinking about this for some time or if it was a moment of tipsy honesty. You leaned back, letting your head hit his shoulder.
“Hold me back? What do you mean?”
“The long nights, the rainchecks, the risk of it all. It’s a lot for significant others of SWAT members to handle. That's why I'm so keen on you getting close to my coworkers and their partners. I want you to have the same support system that the other girls have. You deserve it.” You took a second to mull over what he was saying.
He was right, you really didn't have anyone close by other than Luca. You moved to LA on a whim, just eager to leave your hometown. You had coworkers and acquaintances, but you struggled to get close to anyone. Luca knew that. You worried about him a lot, and you tried to keep the thought of him getting hurt out of your head.
“I want you to know you can always call HQ or any of the teammates. I put your name as one of my emergency contacts, so if anything happens to me you'll be contacted. But, sometimes that's not enough. I want you to be able to reach out to Hondo or Chris with any concern.” He turned you in his arms to face him, rambling now that you weren't giving him a response.
“Was that too quickly? I know I should have waited to put you on the list, but I just needed to know they could reach out if anythi-” He paused when you grabbed his hands and brought them to your lips to kiss his knuckles. You looked up at him, and spared a kiss for his mouth too.
“It wasn't too quick. I appreciate you doing that. I haven't dated someone in as much danger as you, so I really don't have anything to compare it to.” You began, maintaining eye contact with your worried boyfriend. “I didn't realize how worried I would get when you go to work,” You chuckled and shook your head. He pulled you back towards the couch, his worry dissolving. “I don't know how Annie does it. Especially with kids.”
“It’ll get easier. Annie and Deac have a good process down, I think.” He stroked your hair.
“But we're not Annie and Deacon, are we?” You looked to the floor, your encounter with Smith coming back to mind.
“No, were not. Do we need to be though?” He placed his hand over your cheek turning your head to look at him. “I like what we have, (Y/N). You're special to me, and no cis couple or rude officers will make me think otherwise.” You felt tears threaten to fall. He must have noticed too, because he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to let your emotions bubble over.
You cried for some time, with Luca's arms holding you tightly. Luca let you cry, knowing you probably needed to release the tension from the whole ordeal before talking through things. He held you for an hour or two, just holding onto you, and occasionally whispering kind words in your ear.
You wanted to scream, you felt out of place like you were aimlessly floating around in the wrong body. You tried your best to love your body and form, But it was impossible with constant reminders of what you used to be. Of who you used to be. Especially with Smith’s implication that no matter what you do, people will still see right through you.
“I-... I just hate that Smith could immediately tell.” You forced the words out before dropping your head again.
“Honey, Smith is SWAT solely because he was a piss-poor detective. He wouldn't have just known without someone telling him. He heard it from somewhere, and just sat with it until you were there for him to bully.” Luca rubbed your back. “You are the most captivating and mesmerizing depiction of femininity I have ever witnessed. After our first date, I was in awe. I went home and wasn't even able to form a proper sentence to tell Street how it went. I’m starstruck by you.” He cupped your face again, leading you to look up at him with a sniffle.
Your eyes were puffy and your makeup streaked down your face, your lipgloss having worn off completely. Your carefully done hair had fallen into your eyes and stuck to your face. You were a mess, you and Luca both could see that. “Yeah?” you said in a broken whisper.
“Definitely. Even now as you're crying, you're still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I know Smiths words wont leave your head, but maybe I can help cancel them out by showing you exactly how much I love you. All of you.” Luca leaned in and kissed you, not caring to move your hair, clinging to your wet face.
Between the kissing and the touching Luca managed to pick up a quiet, “I’d like that.” He hooked one arm underneath your knees and the other held your back. As he picked you up, you couldn't help but giggle. “Oh, Luca. You treat me like a princess.” You stroked the side of his face. He carried you towards his room and angled himself to not whack your head on his doorframe.
“Like the princess you are.”
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DOMINIC LUCA ONE-SHOT
-I don’t think this is a good idea- said Jessica Cortez to her friend
-it’s our only chance- said Maya - plus… I like dancing- Jessica sighted, indeed it was the only way to take down the Russian gang down. The plan was simple, Maya going to the strip club, making the boss ask for a private dance and making him talk.
-Okay, you’re going tomorrow-
-everything is going to be fine- said Maya with a big smile-well I’m going to set everything, see you tomorrow- Maya leave the place while Jessica called her SWAT team.
-Hondo, Luca you’re staying with her as the “bodyguards” if she says bring me the wine is the safe word to attack.-Luca an Hondo hesitated, Maya has never been in action before so they feel nervous about this whole operation. -Deac, Tan, Chris and Street are going to stay outside waiting for your signal to enter Hondo.-
-Okay, let’s get ready- said Hondo watching Luca, and everybody left the room.
•The next day•
-I’m ready- said Maya entering the room with a beautiful (and short) gold dress, her beautiful long hair was loose and her makeup was just sparkling… all of her looked like gold. All the eyes where on her but she didn’t even notice, all her focus was on the operation.
-Okay remember Maya- said Hondo in his bodyguard disguise -you’re Ramona, the star of the strip club and you hire Rooster and Gene as your bodyguards- Maya said yes with your head, she notice how Luca was silent looking at her, he seemed nervous but she couldn’t get why, he was always excited and ready for a mission.
-Yes Gene, don’t worry- Maya winked her eye at both of them- let’s get going, my show is about to start!-
-I’ll be fine- said maya behind the stage with her mic on so Luca and Hondo could hear-I got you guys taking care of me, nothing could go wrong.- with that said Luca smiled.
-And now the star of our show…- began to said the owner of the club
-Okay he’s in the first row- began to said Luca to the mic -white as a ghost, red suit and the ugliest face I’ve ever seen- Maya laughed, she feel relived now that Luca was more calm.
-RAMONA- and with that said, Maya enter the stage dancing, she could feel the lust eyes of Sergej, the Russian, all over her body.
-Hey Luca, when I said eyes on her all the time I don’t meant like THAT- Hondo laughed while looking at Luca, who couldn’t care less about what Hondo was saying, he was only looking at her. But the ones out the strip waiting for Hondo signal where laughing imagining the scene.
-Excuse me, are you Ramona’s bodyguard?- said a guy approaching Luca, who returned to his reality
-Yes, me and my friend Gene over there- said Luca in a serious tone pointing at Hondo who was across the room.
-Good, my boss would like a private time with her- Luca had mixed feelings, happy because everything was going as planned but angry and nervous of that man being too close to Maya.
-Absolutely, do you have the money to pay her private time?
-Of course with do- said that man with a funny tone, making fun of that question.
-Come with us- said Luca and he took the man and Sergej to the room where Maya was.
-You’re absolutely beautiful- said Sergej with a really strong Russian accent and an evil smile -and you’re dance was spectacular!- Maya give a fake smile, but yet, a nice one so Sergej didn’t even notice it wasn’t sincere.
-thank you sir.- Maya begin to say with a flirty tone of voice -you’re too kind.- the Russian bodyguard was near Luca and Hondo who were in front of the door watching the whole interaction, but Luca was more focus on her.
-I want you to be my partner, my girlfriend- said the Russian man to her, she was surprised, she wasn’t expecting that preposition - You’re beautiful and I’m going to give you everything you want, you can leave thin place forever.- Luca and Hondo looked at Maya, who was analyzing what to say
-do you know how many man have told me that they’re going to take me out of here?- said Maya getting closer to Sergej -How can I know you’re telling the truth?-
-Tell your bodyguards to leave- said the Russian pointing Hondo and Luca -and I’ll tell you- Luca was worried, and very angry ¿why he wanted them to leave? ¿What if he does something to her?
-Fine- said Maya looking at Luca -but tell also your man to leave- and with that said, Sergej said something in Russian and his man got out the room. -Rooster, Gene- continue Maya -please also leave- Hondo leave but Luca stay a little bit longer, looking at her, promising to himself to always take care of her. And just then, he left the room.-
A few minutes had passed but from outside the room nothing could be heard.
-stop going around so many times, you’re going to make me dizzy- said Hondo looking how Luca was nervously going around
-Sorry man, I’m just nervous- said Luca standing in front of him -I don’t like the silence-
-I know, but everything is going fine, so don’t worry- Luca smiled a little bit
-Rooster, Gene- shouted Maya -Can you bring the wine, please?- Luca and Hondo looked at each other, that was the sign.
-Bring the wine to the star- said Hondo to the mic, for Deac and the other squad to hear. -Let’s go- and with that said, Hondo run to room and shouted -LAPD EVERYBODY TO THE GROUND- the Russian man take out the gun and began to shoot Luca and Hondo, while Sergej punched Maya and took her pointing a gun to her head. Hondo took down the Russian, and Luca looked at Maya.
-Let her go- said Luca furious pointing with his gun at Sergej -NOW- Maya stomped her foot hard with her heel, making the other man shout with pain while Luca shoot him in the shoulder and taking Maya into his arms.
-Hey Rooster- said Maya getting closer to Luca, she was in the doctor the whole night because of the injuries Sergej left to Maya after the hit he gave her, Luca stayed at the hospital waiting for her.
-Hey! Maya- Luca hugged her, he was worried about her -how are you feeling?-
-better, we got him, that’s all that matters- and she have him a huge and beautiful smile.
-I was worried about you.-
-I know-
-how do you know that?- said Luca funny
-You’ve got your mic on this whole time- and then his smile disappeared, she could hear how he admitted to Chris and Street his mad crush on her, how Hondo make fun of him and how obvious he was… his whole face got red while Maya laughed with tenderness.
-Maya… I’m so sorry, I didn’t…- and than she interrupted him with a kiss.-
-I had a big mad crush on you too-
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OOoooh boy overprotectiveness looks good on you Street!
I miss reading, haven't read in a while and this made me happy! Love this one like all the others 😍🥹
They're Not Us
Requested Here!
Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader
Summary: You and Jim's team can see that he is jealous and overprotective, but he refuses to admit it. After five clear examples, you set out to make him see what you do. (5+1 fic)
Warnings: fluff, very minor angst, a brief argument, jealousy and protectiveness
Word Count: 3.0k+ words
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“Street’s here,” Tan announces as he returns to the table.
When he appears, smiling as he removes his jacket to sit, Hondo and Deacon lean to the side to look around Street.
“What?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder.
“Where is she?” Hondo inquires.
“Who?”
“Your girlfriend,” Deacon answers, raising his shoulders like it’s obvious.
“It’s a team night,” Street reminds them. “She’s at home.”
“You left her alone?” Chris questions, her brows raising. “How many times will you call to check in?”
“Makes it sound like I’m overprotective,” Street grumbles as he sits.
“You are,” Hondo, Deacon, Tan, Chris, and Luca reply simultaneously.
“Luca!” Street exclaims.
“You… you get a little jealous sometimes, Streeter,” Luca explains. “It’s not a bad thing, but you are most definitely overprotective.”
“No, I’m not,” Street replies.
Hondo opens his mouth, but Deacon waves to stop him.
“Whatever you say,” Chris mumbles. “What’s everyone ordering?”
Street tries to push the idea of him being jealous and overprotective away to enjoy the time with his teammates. His fingers itch to reach for his phone and check in on you and he briefly wonders if they’re right.
“Street, my neighbor bought a Ducati,” Luca says, drawing Street’s attention from you and his perceived lack of protectiveness.
Throughout the rest of the night, Street forgets what his teammates said and doesn’t notice any sign of the protectiveness they claim to see.
1.) Street gets jealous and protective when he sees you talking to another man.
Street sighs as he enters SWAT HQ. Their raid went well; a drug dealer selling to teenagers is now in custody, and narcotics is investigating the contents of his house. Street feels like there’s more that needs to be done. The kids in the future won’t have to meet this specific monster, but there will be more, and the ones who have already been affected are left to deal with the consequences on their own.
His mood changes immediately, however, when he hears your voice. You laugh down the hall, and Street is drawn to you. He rushes through the station, leaving his helmet by the sparring ring. When he reaches the doorway to the kitchen, he stops.
You’re leaning against the counter and talking to a patrol officer. Street knows you would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship. It’s not you that he worries about at all. Despite his moments of insecurity and the few nightmares he has had where you told him he would never make you happy and left him, Street loves you and wholly believes that you love him just as much and would never cheat on him or leave him as you did in those dreams.
He tells himself that he’s watching the officer instead. Something stirs in Street: a need to ensure that you’re safe, comfortable, and respected.
Hondo extends his arm to stop the rest of the team as they enter the hall. They watch as Street shifts to straighten his spine, his arms flexed as he crosses them across his chest. His attention is locked on something through a doorway, but Hondo is sure he knows who it is.
“What did she say?” you ask the officer standing across from you.
Hondo smiles at his team, and Deacon murmurs, “At least she finds it endearing.”
“Do you think she actually knows? The level of protectiveness, I mean,” Tan inquires.
“She knows,” Luca answers, smiling as Street approaches the door. “He’s the only one that doesn’t see it.”
Street steps back, waits a moment, and then enters the kitchen and says your name. The officer has left, and you’re alone and safe again, so Street’s demeanor is simply that of a surprised boyfriend. You know he was watching, protecting, and letting his mind wander. His protectiveness and the minuscule amount of jealousy he lets himself experience doesn’t bother you, and you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck to hug him and say hello.
2.) Street gets protective when you’re out.
“Is Annie coming?” you ask as Street pulls out your chair for you.
“She is. Deacon said she has some projects she’s been working on that she wants to show you,” Street answers.
He sits beside you but orientates sideways in the chair to face you. You aren't usually the first to arrive at these dinners, but you enjoy the additional time with Street. His fingers brush over your neck as he leans in to kiss you.
“You look beautiful,” Street tells you.
“You do too,” you reply.
“Beautiful? Really?” Street teases.
“I told you from the beginning that you were going to be the pretty one in this relationship, pretty boy.”
“Hey, that’s my nickname,” Hondo interjects as he approaches the table. “Get your own.”
“You have never called me pretty boy,” Street points out, turning slightly away from you.
“I could,” Hondo points out. “I don’t know, it doesn’t suit me. Playboy, yes.”
“You can’t call him a playboy anymore, though,” Annie adds, stopping beside you to hug you.
You smile and stand, feeling the tenderness and care in Street’s movements as he pinches the hem of your dress and pulls it down. It comes from his inherent need to protect, and you thank him softly as you lower back to your seat. The men sitting across from you look at one another, wondering how Street could pay so much attention to you while engaging in conversations, yet fail to see the emotions behind it. Deacon is the only one who understands in any way; it’s a delicate connection between lovers, one that attunes you to the needs of the other without noise or spectacle, but a whisper or a subtle movement that encourages you to act.
After dinner, Tan suggests you meet at a jazz club/coffee shop hybrid that just opened nearby. Annie and Deacon politely decline to go home and be with their kids. The rest of your party finds their way to a booth in the corner, surrounded by dark décor and soft jazz playing under the hustle of the bar.
“I’ll get the drinks,” you offer as you stand.
Street rises with you this time, stating that he will help you carry everything. His presence also keeps the men around the bar from paying you too much attention, and as he stands behind you, he slides your dress strap higher onto your shoulder after it slips. He smooths his hand over your arm, then rests it on your hip.
“Not protective,” Tan repeats at the table.
“He’ll see it eventually,” Luca responds with a laugh.
“Maybe we should help,” Hondo adds, smiling as he looks away from you and Street.
“Keep talking,” Luca encourages.
3.) Street gets jealous and protective while you’re shopping together.
“Which color?” you ask Street. “I like the blue, but I’m not sure it suits me.”
“Every color suits you,” he replies. “The blue is nice. Try the pink, too.”
You nod and pick up your size in both colors to add them to the cart. Street places his hands on the rail and smiles at you.
“Where next?” he inquires.
“We can go to the dressing room. I know you have things to do.”
Street shakes his head and abandons his hold on the cart to pull you against his chest. “Your day, your shopping trip, so we look at everything you want. And then I get blessed with the dressing room fashion show.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” you murmur.
“Then I’ll pick the next thing for you to try.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
Street smiles and rubs your back. “Let’s go see if they have more of those pants you like so much. You said there were other colors when you bought them.”
Nearly half an hour later, you enter a fitting room with twenty items to try on. It seems Street picked more than you, but those are the clothes you’re most excited to try. Outside your stall, there’s a small hallway leading to an open area with a circular couch. Street and three other men sit and wait for their girlfriends to exit and show off their new clothing choices. Street shifts on the vinyl, wondering why the store is laid out to allow everyone sitting here to see anyone coming and going from the fitting room.
“Dalton!” one of the girls calls from around the corner.
“Courtney,” he replies, walking to the entrance. “Yeah?”
“Can you come help me zip this? I can’t tell if it doesn’t fit or if I just can’t reach it.”
“Sure.”
Dalton ventures farther into the fitting room area and Street stands. He already didn’t want these men to see you in the clothes he helped you pick out, but now that one of them has gone into the area where you are, he decides that it would be easiest to stay close. He locates your stall, at the very back, and says your name.
You open the door and smile as you spread your arms, dressed in the pink version of the first dress you chose.
“What do you think?” you ask, not even bothering to wonder why he’s back here instead of in the waiting area.
“Beautiful,” Street murmurs. “Like you.”
“It’s not gonna zip, babe,” Dalton says from one of the other stalls.
That’s why he came back here, you realize.
“I think I like this color on more than the blue,” you tell Street, drawing his attention from the door down the hall. “So, I’m going to try on the pants next.”
“Perfect.”
“Like you,” you repeat with a wink before you close the door.
4.) Street gets protective when you go out with your friends.
“I’m meeting some friends at Guisados,” you tell Street.
He looks up from his game, his eyes roaming over your outfit before landing on your face. His brows pinch together as he considers what you said.
“That’s not a great part of town,” he says. “I can come with you.”
You shake your head and explain, “We’re going for one of my girlfriends who just had a really big breakup. You know, girls’ night.”
“I could drive you down there, though.”
“Street, I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
Your eyes widen at Street’s honest argument. He licks his lips but doesn’t say anything else.
“I’ll check in often,” you promise. “I get that you just want to stay close, make sure everything is okay, but it’s just not the night for that.”
“It’s not the night to keep you safe?” Street replies.
“I didn’t say that.”
Street takes a deep breath, then nods. “I know, I’m sorry. I just- I see the worst parts of LA every day, and I don’t love the idea of you in that area after dark. Please check in, and you should stay together.”
“We will.”
You bend forward to kiss Street, and when you pull back, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for one more kiss.
“Be careful,” he pleads softly.
“I’m coming home to you,” you promise. “I always will.”
For the next few hours, Street sits in silence, dressed and ready to run out the door as he watches your location on his phone. You see the notification that he’s viewing it, but you can't blame him if it makes him feel better.
“Sorry,” you tell your friends when your phone chimes.
You expect a text from Street, but the message from Victor Tan reads: Why does Street have us ready to roll during your girls’ night? Planning to pull a bank job?
Smiling at the message, you type your reply that he’s just being protective, as usual. The laughing emoji he sends makes you wonder if Street’s team is as aware of his jealousy and overprotectiveness as you are. Then you have the wonderfully terrible idea of asking them if you should test his limits. Street doesn’t deserve it; his desire to keep you safe comes from his experiences and job, and you love him, even his jealous pout and protective actions.
5.) Street gets overprotective when you’re injured.
“I see here that your emergency contact is Jim Street,” the nurse reads. “Is that still correct?”
You hum, imagining Street's reaction if he gets a call from White Memorial Hospital informing him that you’ve been injured.
“He’s actually at work,” you reply. “Could you call his commander instead and have him pass on the message? Preferably when my boyfriend is off duty?”
She nods and says, “I understand.”
The doctor clears you three hours after you arrive by ambulance, and you haven’t heard from Street yet, so you’re not sure he knows what happened. But you need a ride, so you’ll have to call someone.
“Hey,” Street greets. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Hi,” you reply.
“What’s wrong?”
“Promise not to freak out.”
“What’s wrong?” Street repeats, his voice tighter than before.
“Give the phone to someone else,” you request softly.
“No, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I will, but please let me talk to one of the other guys first.”
Street grumbles, but a moment later, you hear Deacon ask, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me,” you begin, “I’m at White Memorial and need a ride but I don’t want Street to freak out when he finds out what happened.” Deacon hums, and you explain, “I was walking down a sidewalk, and some guy swerved onto it. I jumped back when I saw him coming, but I sprained my ankle and fell, so they wanted to make sure I wasn’t concussed and hadn’t broken anything. All that’s wrong is the sprained ankle.”
“That’s good,” Deacon says. “I’ll bring him.”
“You’re the best, thank you, Deacon.”
“What?” Street demands as he takes the phone back. “Deac will bring me where?”
“Deep breaths, Street,” you remind him. It’s odd, considering he’s usually the one to calm you down. “I sprained my ankle, but I’m at White and need a ride home.”
“How’d you do that?”
“I- I think maybe I should tell you after you get here.”
The moment Street exits Deacon’s passenger seat before the car even stops, he’s pulling you against him to get the weight off your wrapped ankle and asking you yet again what happened.
“A guy swerved onto a sidewalk, and I fell jumping out of the way,” you explain. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“Did they arrest him?”
“He won’t be doing it again,” you answer.
Street’s brows furrow and Deacon fills in, “He ended up here, too, Street.”
Street looks back at you, and you explain, “He had a heart attack. That’s why he swerved. I found out a few minutes ago, Hondo called and told me it was on the accident report.”
“You’re never going anywhere alone ever again,” Street says, hugging you tightly.
“Oh no,” you deadpan. “Whatever will I do?”
1.) Street gets jealous when Hondo flirts with you, unaware it’s a setup to expose his overprotective tendencies.
“We can’t take this anymore,” Hondo says as you enter SWAT HQ.
“Where is he?” you inquire.
“Sulking somewhere because you disabled your tracking software,” Luca answers.
“My phone died,” you reply. “What do you suggest we do?”
“He won’t admit that he’s jealous and overprotective,” Tan begins. “So we need to show him that he is.”
“When is he most like that?” Luca asks.
“Uh… the worst I ever saw him was when a man flirted with me while we were out together.”
“We can do that,” Hondo states with a smile.
“I don’t like that smile,” Deacon murmurs.
“It might not end well for you,” you point out. “I had to talk him down from punching the last one.”
“I can handle Street; you just prepare to fight off the temptation to take me seriously.”
You roll your eyes and follow Hondo, hoping things do not worsen after this. Luca promises everything will be okay, and you desperately try to believe him.
A few minutes later, you wait in Hicks’ office with Hondo. “Where is she?” Street asks from outside.
“Here we go,” Hondo whispers.
“Sure,” you reply with a smile, perched on the corner of Hicks’ desk while Hondo leans toward you.
“Street always says you’re pretty, but your beauty… there’s not even a word for it,” Hondo flirts.
“Stop,” you reply, giggling as you gently push Hondo’s shoulder. “Hondo-“
“You’re too good for him,” he murmurs. “You know that right?”
You smile, not at what Hondo said but at how hard he’s trying not to laugh.
“Hondo!” Street bellows from the door. “A word?”
Hondo straightens and turns toward Street.
“Hey, Street,” you call, waving. “Hondo was keeping me company while I waited for you.”
“I can see that. Hondo?”
“Did you know she wears that outfit just because you picked it out?” Hondo asks.
Street’s anger melts into confusion momentarily. He isn’t sure what’s occurring, but he knows he doesn’t like it. Hondo reaches toward you, and Street is ready to snap before you pass Hondo his phone.
“Oh,” Street mumbles.
“Can I ask you something?” you inquire.
“Of course,” he answers.
“These reactions aren’t because you don’t trust me, right?”
“Absolutely not! I just… there’s some part of me that makes me desperate to keep you safe.”
“That’s called love,” Deacon says, stepping into the office with Luca and Tan.
“With a bit of jealousy because you know how good you’ve got it,” Luca adds, winking at you.
“You did all of this just to make me admit that I get jealous and can be overprotective?” Street asks.
“I didn’t work alone,” you defend. You stand from the desk and walk to Street before you say, “Besides, Hondo isn’t even my type.”
Hondo scoffs behind you, but you ignore him as you hug Street.
“I appreciate everything you do for me,” you whisper. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he replies, tightening his grip on you. “Sorry I take it too far sometimes.”
“Honestly… it’s kinda hot.”
“No,” Tan groans.
“Why would you tell him that?” Luca questions.
“We were trying to fix him!” Hondo laments.
“You can’t fix what Street’s got,” Deacon points out. “As long as he’s in love, this is normal.”
“So, you do the same thing for Annie?” Street asks.
“No,” Deacon answers.
Street raises his hands in question, and you murmur, “Because they’re not us.”
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My first fanfic. You can also read it on AO3.
#s.w.a.t cbs#swat#swat 2017#s.w.a.t.#jim street needs a hug#jim street is a cinnamon roll#jim street#hondo harrelson#molly hicks#molly x street#fanfiction#fanfic#fan fic#fan fiction#livejournal#swat one shot
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There are so many posts about the weirdness around Nina and Maggie, but the thing that has always bothered me the most is that both of them know Aziraphale but neither one of them seems to know Crowley. Like, at ALL. Not even by sight. Which doesn’t make any sense. For the last four years, Crowley has basically been unemployed and homeless (this sentence made me so sad to type). He has had literally NOTHING to do except hang out at Aziraphale’s bookshop. And the vibe at the beginning of s2 is that he’s there a LOT. Like, multiple times per week (“we both get plenty of use out of it, don’t we”). When Aziraphale calls him in the first episode, he says “2 minutes” the way you tell your spouse how long until you’re home from the grocery store, especially if you were on your way home already.
The dialogue goes to great lengths to highlight that Nina and Maggie SHOULD know Crowley, which just heightens the weirdness of it. When they're at the pub, Crowley asks Aziraphale, “What’s wrong with the cafe?” (implying they usually go to the cafe), but Aziraphale made a point of introducing Crowley to Nina in the first episode. And Nina makes a point of saying to Maggie that she always remembers “the regulars," but she doesn't seem to remember Crowley. Of course, she immediately notices both Jim and Muriel outside the bookshop, so she's clearly paying attention to what's happening in the neighborhood and it seems like she couldn't have failed to spot him coming and going all the time.
And Maggie's situation is even weirder. Her whole back story is that she basically grew up IN the bookshop because her grandmother’s record store was essentially in a corner of the bookshop. And yet, when Maggie and Nina see Crowley on the street right before the lightning strike, Nina says, “Do you see that bloke? Six shots of espresso and he's smoking,” and Maggie responds, “I think that man was just struck by lightning.” Which is something you say about someone you’ve never laid eyes on before. She didn’t say, “Oh, that’s Mr. Fell’s friend,” or “I’ve seen him around. He stops by Mr. Fell’s shop a lot.” And then when he comes back, "It's him. The one who was just struck by lightning. The six shots of espresso." Again, no flash of recognition of anything before the current day. This happens immediately after she's just told Nina about knowing Aziraphale since she was little. It’s just weird. Why build a back story that would put her in extremely close proximity to Crowley LITERALLY her entire life and then write dialogue that makes it clear she's never laid eyes on him before?
You could maybe think, well they're just so used to having to hide...but then I asked myself: Does it make sense that the day that you find out there is an extremely dangerous, existence-threatening problem hiding out in your ineffable husband's bookshop is also the day that you would decide to STOP keeping a low profile and start wandering the streets with abandon, introducing yourself to all the local shopkeepers, and ferrying large plants into and out of said bookshop? No. No, it does not.
In any other show, you could assume that the writers just didn’t think about it very carefully. But, given the layers and layers of meaning and symbolism baked into every detail of this show, from the dialogue, to the costuming, the set design, lighting, blocking, etc., and the way that the story folds back on itself again and again, it just feels significant.
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Discussion Film provides a summary of what the extended trailer was geared at Cinemacon 2024.
I’m going to copy the entire blurb here with the link. There’s no need for me to rewrite it.
CinemaCon 2024 only got a very brief look at Sonic the Hedgehog 3 since it barely wrapped production. The brief teaser showed Jim Carry’s Dr. Robotnik in his lab, but he’s gained weight and has let the place go to the dumps with it being full of junk. He’s let his hair go crazy and now has a noticeable belly. Robotnik jokingly says that he’s been binging “carbohydrates.” His assistant, Agent Stone (Lee Majdoub), comes in and says, “We found him.” Stone presents Robotnik with one of Sonic’s blue electric quills, and, as he’s done before, Robotnik licks it and tweaks out. He yells, “Let’s do this!” to Stone’s face, which then cuts to a montage of Robotnik getting his hair cut by Stone and getting a fresh look with his game-accurate mustache, bald head, and depraved-looking eyes.
The Sonic the Hedgehog 3 footage then cuts to Robotnik and an entire gang of henchmen, all armored with laser guns, waking up Shadow the Hedgehog in a cryotube. Shadow opens his eyes, which are bursting with red electric energy. We then cut to Sonic (Ben Schwartz), Tails (Colleen O’Shaughnessey), and Knuckles (Idris Elba) facing off against Shadow in the middle of a huge city street at night. Shadow is noticeably dead silent as it’s still not revealed who the voice actor is. Knuckles jokes that this new Hedgehog is much stronger than the last one he faced, to which Sonic hilariously replies with, “You Mean me?”
The real money shot of the footage is Shadow the Hedgehog riding a motorcycle in the night sky over some skyscrapers and then using it to bounce himself towards Sonic, who is flying upwards at him at full speed. We see Sonic’s bright blue power clash with Shadow’s bright red energy in the night sky, looking like it’s straight out of an anime. The final shot of the exclusive footage showed Robotnik and Sonic away from a ring portal on an empty road. They both look grumpy and like they can’t stand each other’s company — implying that they’re going to have to work together to defeat Shadow.
Discussion Film, 2024.
#sonic movie#sonic movie 3#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedeghog#sonic cinematic universe#sonic movie 3 spoilers#sonic movie spoilers#sonicmovie3spoilers
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Uptight – Jim Halpert
This is just a little cutesy one-shot with our favorite golden retriever: Jim Halpert. I think he needs more writings done with readers or even Pam. Honestly, it would just be fun to read about him more. I kinda wanna do a part 2 on this... idk... I hope you like it!!
Everyone knew Jim Halpert. Jim Halpert knew everyone well enough. He talked to people, smiled and laughed with them, and pranked stuck up asses.
Well… except you…
You were uptight, in a work way. You never slacked off, only took off when you were sick. Which was never.
You sat with Jim and Dwight, usually typing and helping clients set up their paper orders.
Jim thought you were beautiful. So average, so basic, so perfect. Sometimes, he would wonder to himself, as he glanced at you, how different would you act outside of work?
His small friendly crush was a secret to everyone, especially you. Jim knew I’d you found out, his life, with you, would be over. Forever.
Today was a normal day in the office— you working your ass off while Jim annoyed Dwight a little by talking louder than usual.
It annoyed you as well, but you didn’t say anything.
“Anyways” Jim said to nobody on the phone, “I cannot believe that that happened!” He half yelled, making you sigh.
Jim glanced at you, his face falling. You were annoyed. He could tell by the cute frown on your face and the face you were chewing your gum a bit harsher then normal.
“I have to get back to you,” he said quietly, glancing away, “bye,”
Although it was a fake call, he set the phone down.
Glancing over at you, seeing that you were already staring back at him, made his heart flutter softly.
“Thanks,” was all you said to him, the first thing you said to him since yesterday, and soon, the receiver was up to your ear from an incoming call.
Jim felt his heart warm at your cold statement. You were like a cat, he was like a dog. How funny.
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The rest of the day went by smoothly, in your opinion. The room had finally been put at a comfortable temperature, since some people liked it colder than others.
You looked at the clock and hummed. Exactly five, so you got up and grabbed your old red leather purse and the cardigan you brought.
Without saying goodbye, you pushed in your chair and left the office, hearing scrapes from other people’s desk chairs as they left.
Leaving the reception, when you stepped out the rain that was forecasted earlier had come ten times harder than told in the weather news this morning.
Your umbrella was in your car, which was across the street.
“Oh my gosh…” you whispered angrily to yourself, watching the cloud.
Jim walked out a few seconds behind you, seeing that you were trying to drape your favorite cardigan over your head, now looking rather annoyed.
He could help but smile, seeing he could be the knight in shining armor.
“You want me to walk you?” Jim said to your right. You looked up slightly to see the sweet smile of Jim Halpert, holding a black umbrella in between the two of you.
You hummed, looking down to hide a smile. “Yes, please,” you whispered shamefully, “I didn’t know it was going to rain this hard…”
Jim laughed. “Nor did I. This is Michael’s umbrella,”
You gasped, your eyebrows furrowing. “Jim!” You said, about to tell him off.
With the happiest laugh you heard, Jim started chuckling, showing off his cute lopsided smile.
A warmth bubbled in your stomach, your heart beating ever so much faster.
“I’m just joking,” he said cheekily, “let’s go,”
The two walked in silence, you blushing like mad, Jim smiling like a goon. It was cute for the cameras to record.
Michael watched through the blinds with the cameras, sighing.
“Office romance: the sweetest kind of romance, in my opinion."
#jim halpert#jim halpert x reader#jim halpert x you#the office us#michael scott#dwight schrute#you#x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader#no implication of y/n#jim+halpert+x+reader#oneshot#fluff
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How to Survive Gotham as a Goon
Late one evening, a goon is there to witness his boss – Red Hood – shoot at Robin. Which means he goes through the five stages of grief as he imagines all the ways Batman will skin them, trying to get Red Hood to stop before it’s too late, which only leaves him with more questions.
On AO3.
Ships: none
Warnings: references to violence & gun shots
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Joseph does not want to die. He especially does not want to die at the hands of Batman. It might seem unlikely that that will ever happen, even if Joseph is a henchman, however watching his boss whip out a gun to shoot at Robin, he knows it might only be a matter of time.
It’s kind of the unspoken rule of the goon and henchpeople underworld to not hurt the kid in a way that’s permanent. While the big villains don’t keep to that rule, Joseph had hoped that Red Hood, with all his rules surrounding children, would be different.
However, all that hope is snuffed out when the two of them are taking a smoke break and Hood spots the kid on a warehouse across from their own.
Joseph is immediately on guard as he goes to scan around for the Batman, despite knowing it’s quite useless. But Hood stiffens in anger and screams: “You!” as points at Robin.
The giggle Robin lets out is heard easily as it echoes across the yard. It sends shivers down Joseph’s spine. He knows Robin is just a kid, but all goons and henchpeople have learned to fear the sound of that laugh and it isn’t any less intimidating when he can see the kid giving them a jaunty wave.
Hood’s street instincts must be broken, though, because he doesn’t do any of the things you’re supposed to, instead scrambling for his gun. Joseph is so in shock that he doesn’t even stop him when the first few shots ring out.
Across from them, Robin back flips away from where he was just sat, thankfully not getting hit by any of the bullets.
Robin starts to run and Hood follows him with a spray of bullets, yeering loudly: “Yeah, fucker, ya better run! Ya better fuckin’ run! If ya ever pull tha’ shit again, I’m killin’ you. Killin’ you! Ya hear me?”
Joseph gathers his senses and against the better instinct of keeping his boss on his side, jumps Hood, pushing his gun away as he exclaims: “Are you crazy!?” while Robin disappears over the rooftops.
Hood pushes him off and Joseph lets him, though he likely couldn’t have stopped Hood even if he wanted to, the man is built like a brick house. “What’re you onnabout?” Hood frowns, like he truly doesn’t realize who he just shot at.
“You shootin’ at Robin,” Joseph exclaims. “Do you have any idea the kind of carnage ya would’ve brought down on us if ya’d hit ‘im?”
“What?” Hood asks, sounding truly confused and a little taken aback.
“Do you really not know? By your accent I would’ve sworn ya were from ‘round these parts,” Joseph replies, more confused than normal by his enigma of a boss.
“Well, I’ve been outta the loop for a bit,” Hood grouches. “Explain.”
“I mean, most of the big fish don’t keep to it, but it’s common knowledge to not hurt Robin too bad unless ya want the big Bat to rock your shit,” Joseph explains. “I was already in the henchin’ business when the little guy first hit the street. Course we were all wary of ‘im but what ya gonna do? Fight a little kid?”
Hood lets out a bitter snort, commenting: “Yeah, who’d do that.”
Joseph isn’t sure where that comes from and hesitates for a second, then cautiously goes on: “But the kid was good, better than any of us thought. Fuckin’ embarrassing tha’ was. So we started fighin’ back a little, ya know. Actually punching the kid here and there. It was Jimmy who first truly hurt the kid.”
“Wait, Vegetable Jim?” Hood asks.
“Yeah, isn’t a vegetable anymore. Sonnabitch’s damn lucky that Wayne Enterprises offers compensation for those hurt while working, including hench work,” Joseph laughs a little bashful and awkward. “He clipped the kid with a baseball bat, broke his arm. God, I never heard a kid wail like that,” Joseph grimaces at the memory. “What’s worse is that the kid called for his dad. His dad.”
“Wait, tell me more,” Hood asks, sounding gleeful now, which weirds Joseph out a little. “Like was it super pathetic? Did he really just break his arm, nothing more?”
“No, nothin’ more, just the arm,” Joseph answers carefully. “And ya know how kids can get, it was piercin’ and whinin’. Why’d ya wanna know? Poor fella did nothin’ to ya. You’re to young for that.”
“Nah, I know that, just gonna bully the shit outta him when I see him,” Hood grins and now Joseph is fully confused, because from what he’s heard their first baby Robin is now Nightwing in Blüdhaven and they’re not planning to expand that way. However, before he can ask, Hood says: “Sorry, continue.”
“Well, uhm, Batman came immediately. It was carnage, like I said,” Joseph replied. “Jimmy became a vegetable for a year and a half. Bats usually tries to give us injuries that’ll only last a few weeks max, so we all knew we’d fucked up with that.”
Hood is quiet at that and Joseph explains: “Jimmy was the first and one of the worst, but all the goons tha’ ended up in the hospital for longer than three months hurt a Robin. I think the worst might be those tha’ helped, uhm, that villain kill the second Robin. His organization’s still recoverin’ from tha’ one. Think it’s the closest the Bat ever got to killin’ a man.”
Joseph knows that Hood has some deep seated grudge and hatred for Joker, despite taking his old moniker. So, he isn’t sure how well it will land.
He holds his breath as he watches how his boss will react, hoping he isn’t about to get a bullet in the leg. With Hood you’re less likely to get one in the head, but he’s absolutely not above taking out your femur or kneecap and that also sucks.
However, Hood surprises him. Joseph has always guessed that Hood is younger than he pretends to be, but he now sounds like a lost kid as he asks: “Really?”
“Yeah, boss, the Bat don’t play around when it comes to his Robin,” Joseph answers, suddenly feeling like he’s talking to his own son, instead of his crime lord boss. “New kid’s lucky. I mean, he made Batman nicer, god was he fucked when the second one died. But Stan over at Mr. Freeze’s operation cracked a few of his ribs by accident a coupla weeks after the Bat took ‘im in, I hear he still eatin’ out of a tube now. Bat’s gotten more vicious.”
Hood doesn’t say anything and to avoid feeling awkward Joseph just keeps talking: “Heard through the grapevine tha’ the kid got attacked pretty bad at that fancy Tower they’ve got out there, if the guy who did tha’s capable of thought, it’ll surprise me.”
At that Hood shifts slightly and Joseph is surprised to see a bit of guilt in his stance. It’s not something they see often from their boss. Like everything this smoke break, Joseph has no clue how to react to it.
Fortunately, he doesn’t have to, because Hood speaks first. Softly he says: “Guess the kid’s lucky. Just hope the Bat’s nearby when he needs ‘im.”
“Yeah, suppose,” Joseph agrees. “Though he usually is. Never seem ‘im leave the kid alone, especially this one.”
“Good, I’d kill ‘im otherwise,” Hood grunts.
While it fits with Hood’s penchant for protecting kids, Joseph is still thrown off by it, since Hood was shooting at Robin earlier. So he gives him a look, before saying: “I mean, ‘s good tha’ he worries. Kid’s a sprout. Must be older than my boy with the way he talks, but by god is he skinny.” Joseph laughs. “It’s almost funny tha’ I worry for the kid.”
“Nah, worry’s good,” Hood surprisingly assures him. “Wouldn’t be the same if he weren’t jumpin’ ‘round, even if he’s a nuisance.”
“That why ya were shootin’ at ‘im?” Joseph can’t help but ask, even though he knows it’s stupid. It is just- he can’t help it. Not after this strange conversation.
“Kinda,” Hood shrugs. “Little shit needs to learn not to touch my shit. Fucker moved my furniture, I like where my furniture is.”
“He was in your home?” Joseph exclaims, because what the fuck? Why didn’t they hear about it. If the Bats are investigating them close enough to break into their boss’s home, they have a big problem. Very big.
“Yeah, fucked up my alarms too, even though he got a perfectly good key,” Hood mopes and Joseph’s brain screeches to a halt.
Almost as if he’s misheard he asks: “He got a key? Robin got a key? A key to your home?”
“Not voluntarily,” Hood sulks, seemingly not aware of how fucked up that is. “He’s a little stalker. Still. Stole it and copied it.”
“We need to change the locks,” Joseph says, getting up immediately to get going. “Who knows what they’re after. You- you need a protective detail. We need to up security.”
Next to him Hood startles, looking surprised. Then he laughs and waves him away: “Nah, nah, no worries, Joseph. No worries. The Bats ain’t after us.”
“They broke into your home,” Joseph feels the need to point out, because that’s a very important and very worrying detail.
“Just Robin. And just to move my shit and eat my leftovers, which is fuckin’ rude, he has his own chef at home, I have to cook all by myself and it isn’t like he chips in for the groceries,” Hood complains, while Joseph just stares at him, bug eyed.
After a beat, Joseph says: “Uhm, boss, I- uh, I hafta ask. How- how close are ya to the Bats, because that ain’t normal. No- uh no ‘fence.”
“Batman can go suck a dick and Robin needs to go back to school,” Hood scowls. “Kid shouldn’t be out here and I’m not talkin’ to the old man. But he’s a persistent little shit, I haven’t shaken him yet. Doesn’t look like I will.”
That answers absolutely nothing, but does tell Joseph that he doesn’t really want to know, because his brain is putting things together, but not things he wants to think about, because if he thinks about it, he might realize that his boss is a teen and he doesn’t think he can handle the mental weight of knowingly working for a teen.
So, Joseph follows another unspoken rule of the goon and henchpeople underworld and keeps his mouth shut when the boss is spewing nonsense.
He already has a kid to raise, he doesn’t want to think about raising his boss and by the sounds of it, the boss already got people looking after him. Even if they annoy him. Joseph is just going to be grateful about that and ignore the rest.
And pray each Sunday in the Church he doesn’t go to anymore that Hood is gonna keep missing the kid when he shoots. He hasn’t faced that sort of wrath from the Bat yet and he doesn’t plan on ever doing so.
Best to keep his head down and follow all the unspoken rules. Next time he’s smoking alone or with more people than just the boss. He has his blood pressure to think about.
#rr writing#dc#dc comics#detective comics#jason todd#tim drake#robin dc#robin#tim drake as robin#red hood#OCs#red hood goon#tw: violence#tw: gun use#batman#batfamily#batfam
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Barbara Gordon is a lost Clone of Jazz Fenton
So, years ago the GIW or Vlad or Somebody decided to try and clone Jazz. (Probably GIW)
It was supposed to be an experiment to see how well Liminals could be cloned, or if they could be turned back into a Human/turned even more Liminal. Unfortunately, the experiment took place around the same time Danny began his campaign to take down the GIW, attacking multiple bases across the US. The single Viable Clone that was created escaped the Lab it was held in during the attack and ran into the nearby City, Gotham.
The Clone managed to survive on the streets for a few weeks before being found by a Cop named Jim Gordon, and adopted.
She was given a new name, Barbara Gordon, and she mostly forgot that portion of her life before getting her new Family.
Then, over a decade later, Barbara Gordon was shot in the Spine and paralyzed. Or, she should have been. See, as it turns out the Scientists managed to impart just a little bit of Liminality into her when they made her, not enough to be noticeable but just enough to let her heal from wounds that should have been permanent. (Basically any wound will heal if given enough time, nothing is permanent)
It did take a while, but since the wound never stopped healing like it should have, she eventually regained the ability to use her legs after about 3 years.
Also, while her spine was healing her Linimal Powers were activate for the first time in her life, meaning her Ecto-Signature was more powerful than usual. That meant that it could be sensed for the first time ever.
So one day, after a shift at the Library, Barbara is on her way home when a lady walking past her stops and starts stating intently at her.
Ellie didn't expect to meet her new sister like this, but life (afterlife?) works in strange ways.
#Dp x dc#Dpxdc#Dcu#Dc#Danny Phantom#Barbara Gordon#Jazz Fenton#Ellie Phantom#Danielle Phantom#Jim Gordon#Adopted Barbara Gordon#Clone Barbara Gordon#Jazz gers cloned#Ellie thinks of Barbara as her little sister#What if the reveal happened when Barbara was a kid?#Maybe a part 2?#Idk#Jazz gets a new daughter#Danny gets a niece#Liminal Jazz Fenton#Liminal Barbara Gordon#Liminal Jazz
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I'll Look After You
Hi guys! Thank you for the request, anon, and I hope you enjoy. ☺️
Summary: You run into Street while you're in a rough spot, and meet Luca along the way. You start to fall for him, and Street is concerned.
Warnings: None, really, an age gap?
The air ripped from your lungs as you ran down the dingy hallway, feet pounding as you tore around the corner.
This apartment building was quiet and dirty; you weren't sure if there was anyone actually here besides you and Dan. Or Don? You really didn't remember his name. He was supposed to be a loan shark, but it was very apparent by the time you got there he set you up.
The high pitched whine of the fluorescent lights hurt you head and the building smelled of mold and moisture, the thick air making it harder to breath as you tried to get away. You had a head start when you knocked the table into his way on your way out of the room, but he would catch up soon.
You whipped around another corner, trying to remember where the exit was but every damn hallway looked the same. You were getting ready to run around another corner when the door banged open on the other end of the hallway, and 3 men in black came tearing in.
"S.W.A.T! Get on the ground, now!"
Fear shot through your chest, and you skidded to a stop in the hallway, dropping to your knees and putting your hands up as they approached, guns drawn. Don skidded around the corner and stopped dead when he say the police, cursing as he turned and ran.
Two of the officers ran after him, calling out orders and terms you didn't quite understand as the last officer approached, his steps slowing as he came closer and his gun lowering. "Y/N? Is that you?"
You looked at him and furrowed your brows, jaw slackening as you finally got a good look at him.
"Jim.. Jim Street?" Your breathing softened as you caught your breath, the guy in front of you taking off his helmet. It seemed like forever you two stared at each other, your eyes locked onto his hazel ones. You slowly stood and wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans, voice quiet.
"I was wondering where you went to.. Where you'd been." Street took a step back as you watched you, eyes still surprised and- angry? Something like that. It had been years since you'd last laid eyes on one another.
You met in foster care, both of you being placed with the same family what felt like decades ago. Street had been a troublemaker, always staying out too late or getting into fights. You were a quiet kid, bullied often and mistreated. He was the only one who stood by you. When he was taken out of the home and placed in another, you felt like you lost half of yourself. No one was there to help sneak you food, patch up your bruises, or help with homework.
This wasn't exactly how you thought you'd meet again.
*Back at HQ*
Jim hadn't spoken to you the whole ride back to HQ, and you'd been left in the interrogation room for what felt like hours. You sipped the water that was left and paced around, playing with the sleeves of your black hoodie.
You jumped in surprise as the door finally opened and you came face to face with a tall, built guy, his eyes the brightest blue you thought you'd ever seen.
"Y/N, my name is Luca. I'm with LAPD S.W.A.T." He gave you a soft smile and stood on the other side of the table, giving you space to move closer to away. He came forward and hesitantly sat at the table, eyes on his as you chewed your lip. "Am I getting arrested?"
"Most likely, no. You'll give yourself better odds if you tell us what you know." He set down a tablet on the table between you, and you glanced at the screen, seeing a picture of Don/Dan. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"I've-.. Been struggling lately. With money, and.. a friend told me about him. Said his name was Dan or- something like that. A loan shark. I needed cash bad, so I went there and.. He tried to come after me. I don't know why, I just ran."
Luca listened quietly and studied you as you spoke, his eyes softening at your words. He pulled out the chair across from you and folded his arms on the table, words soft. "I believe you, Y/N. Nothing we have on this guy lines up with you. You were the victim. This guys been drawing people in with the promise of money then assaulting them and robbing them blind."
Your eyes widened at his words and a shiver rolled down your spine. What the hell had you gotten yourself into? Almost getting hurt, robbed? You shook your head and looked down at the table, breathing picking up. "Jesus, I-.. I had no idea. I just thought I could get some help."
He frowned slightly and cocked his head, eyes concerned as you looked you over. "Do you know Jim Street? It seemed like something was going on, back at the apartments."
You stiffened at his words but nodded, looking down at your hands and clearing your throat. "We were in foster care together. For a few years before-"
"Could we have a moment?" Your words died in your throat as you looked up, Street standing in the doorway and looking between you and Luca. The other officer nodded and rose from his seat, eyes finding yours before he walked out, leaving you with your former friend.
"Y/N, what the hell?" Street's words were soft and breathless, the concern and worry in his hazel eyes apparent. You watched him come over and lean on the table, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You thought you tasted blood.
"Street, I-.. I was in trouble, alright? I needed money, I'm ready to lose my apartment, and I didn't know what to do." His eyes softened slightly as he took you in, nodding and looking down at his boots, cheeks pink.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't know. And I'm sorry I couldn't help." His words were tinged with guilt and you felt your heart clench for him.
"You shouldn't blame yourself, or apologize. You didn't know and shit, when was the last time we even saw each other?" Street raised his gaze to yours and smiled ever so slightly, shoulders relaxing. "Well.. You're free to go. So maybe we can catch up?" You let out a sigh of relief and grinned, standing and looking up at him. "I think that would great."
"You have a place for tonight?" He walked you to the door and out into the hallway, your steps faltering at him question. "I-.. Might have lied a little just a second ago. My apartment already is gone."
Street stopped and looked back at you, a faint frown shadowing his face. "Well.. You can stay with me. Or- Us. I live with Luca." You smiled and nodded eagerly, walking beside him and down a set of stairs. "He seems great. I'd really like that."
Street grinned and held open the door that led into the open arena of HQ, his own eyes warm. "I'll see you after work then."
*Luca's House*
Laughter filled the open living room as you sat on the couch with Luca, snacks laid out on the table and a beer in your hand.
It had been a few weeks since you met back up with Street, and you guys had been spending all his free time together. He reassured you not to rush and find a new place, take your time and get back on your feet. You had a job lined up, and were able to save up a little bit of money.
Luca had to be the most talkative person you met, and it helped distract you from your current predicaments. You had spent most of the night catching up with Street, haring stories of what you guys had been up to and how life was going.
It had been pretty obvious your life wasn't currently on track, but both guys seemed happy to have you around. Luca invited you to stay as long as you needed, parroting Street's words.
Luca. You couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him anytime he was around. He was funny, bright, and so so understanding. You didn't feel judged at all, telling him about the struggles you went through and how you ended up in the interrogation room at his work.
Street seemed to fall quiet further into the night, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and Luca as you talked and ended up sitting closer and closer.
"Could we talk?" You looked at Street and paused at the look on his face, eyes guarded as he stood and motioned to the front door. You nodded and set your beer down, standing and giving Luca a smile before following Street to the porch.
You shivered a little at the chill in the night air, watching Street close the door before turning to you. "So. You and Luca?" You felt a blush creep over your cheeks as you shifted, head ducking as you cleared your throat. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean."
Street snorted in disbelief and shook his head, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Oh, come on. The way you guys look at each other? The laughing and hanging out?"
You bit your lip and glanced back at the house, shifting from foot to foot and looking up at him finally. "I mean-.. Yeah. Yeah, I adore him. He's been sweet and more generous than I deserve. And understanding. I-.. Yeah, I like him."
Your words fell in a rush and your pretty sure they were so jumbled together no one would understand them. But Street smiled and seemed to have softened up, gaze amused. "I think it's great, Y/N. I just-.. I know I wasn't around these past years. But you really are like a sister to me. I don't want you hurt. This job.. Comes with so many risks. And I would hate to see you end up broken hearted."
Your body relaxed as Street spoke, and you smiled as you nodded, stepping closer to him. "I know. I get it, you guys are at risk a lot. But I love talking with him, and he makes me feel.. like I'm not a screw up."
Street listened quietly and nodded, closing the space between you both and hugging you, your head falling onto his chest as he rubbed your back. "I get it.. Trust me, I felt the same way for a long time. But you're not screw up and Luca is a great guy. You'd make a great pair."
You closed your eyes and breathed in his familiar scent, a smile curling your lips as you nodded, Streets voice soft and quiet against the top of your head. "I'll look after you.. We both will."
#swat#swat cbs#swat x reader#dominique luca x plus sized reader#dominique luca x reader#dominique luca
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Masterlist
Authors note: Hello, and welcome to my collection of chaos. This is where all my fics will be located and linked. Some of my fics might have separate master lists depending on how many parts I publish for them! I tend to write multi-part fics, but if I can hold myself back enough to get out a one-shot, this is where those will be linked! Thanks for visiting :)
Key:
💕Fluff | ❤️🔥Smut | 💔 Angst
S.W.A.T.
Who I will write for:
Deacon Kay
Dominique Luca
Jim Street
Tactical Hearts
(Series, On Hiatus)
💕/💔/ ❤️🔥 (Future)
Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x Original Character
Summary: Based in Season 2, S.W.A.T. is bringing in both old and new recruits as they recover from budget cuts. Among those new recruits, is Lily Blake. With her training and experience, she poses potential for the team. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to overlook her spontaneous nature, or untraditional joining to S.W.A.T. Over time, feelings emerge and friendships are forged... and maybe something more.
Author's note: This is a slow burn romance, so it takes some time to pick up into the actual romance part. Sort of enemies to lovers, and a lot of chaotic behavior, as well as canon violence and such.
Recruit (Part 1)
Marvel Universe
Who I write for/Will write for:
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Loki
Thor
Spider-Man (Tom or Andrew)
Project G.H.O.S.T.
(Series, On Going)
💔/ 💕
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character
Summary: Bucky assumed he was the last Super Soldier left. But what happens when he finds out that there might still be more like him, that there might be something Hydra cooked up that's worse than him?
Author's Note: This is an older fic I wrote for myself that I ended up carrying on for several parts. If it goes over well here I'll continue it, but for now I'll be posting what is written until there's requests for more or I just feel inspired to continue it.
Unknown (Part 1), Cargo (Part 2), Holding Cell (Part 3), Interrogation (Part 4), Experiments (Part 5), Pancakes (Part 6), Shopping Trip (Part 7), Poetry (Part 8), Perfect Soldier (Part 9), Amends (Part 10)
More in the Masterlist!!!
Project G.H.O.S.T. Masterlist
New Beginning Masterlist
Brooklyn Devil- A Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader (Series, In Progress)
💔/❤️🔥/💕
Summary: A modern supernatural twist on the Marvel Universe where Bucky and Steve are still super soldiers, but their enemy isn’t Hydra. It’s every supernatural lurking on earth. SHIELD is now the organization created to maintain peace and balance between humans and supernaturals, and the Avengers are the elite force of agents sent to take down the most terrible of monsters. What happens when one of their own is turned?
Coven (Part 1)
His- a Winter Soldier x reader (One-Shot)
❤️🔥 (Straight Up)
Summary: You and Bucky broke up a few months ago against your wishes, and you’d been trying to move on. When Bucky sees you flirting with another member of the team, he leaves for the next mission to avoid getting in your way. Unfortunately, the mission goes bad, and Bucky isn’t himself when he comes back. He also has a lot to say…
Heaven Scent (Part 1, Coming soon)
Lean On Me- Bucky Barnes x Reader (One-Shot, Requested)
Summary: Reader deals with depression and hasn’t told anyone in fear that they’d think differently of her or treat her differently. Bucky sweeps in to prove she’s wrong.
💔/💕 (Hurt/Comfort)
Moments Stolen- Bucky Barnes x Reader (One-Shot)
Summary: You take some time to spend with your favorite person.
💔(Angst)
Supernatural
Who I will write for:
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Castiel
The Walking Dead
Who I will write for:
Daryl Dixon
Wolfblood
Who I will write for:
Rhydian Morris
Vampire Diaries
Who I will write for:
Damon Salvatore
Elijah Mikaelson
Tyler Lockwood
Kai Parker
Kol Mikaelson
Tags <3
@winchestert101
#masterlist#oneshot#fluff#angst#smut#fanfic#supernatural#marvel#mcu#swat cbs#drama#dean winchester#sam winchester#the winchester brothers#castiel
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Things that can be explained by POV switches
If you haven't read this analysis, you should start with that!
A list:
Crowley's hair and sideburns changing.
2. The Bentley changing. When it's Aziraphale's perspective, it's a four-door. From Crowley's it's two-door.
3. Gabriel's statue and the disappearing cross. From Gabriel's perspective, there's a cross. From Beelzebub's there is not. I wonder if it's because Gabriel sees himself as bearing some sort of burden?
4. Honolulu roast sign in Nina's shop. I wonder if that's because we switch to Nina's perspective, she knows the sign is there, she hung it. But someone notices it and someone doesn't.
5. Differing title/location cards? I bet they will give us a clue as to whose perspective we're about to see through if we pay attention to how they change.
6. The drawing of Gabriel being different when Aziraphale draws it versus when he shows it in the pub. When he draws it, we're seeing through his eyes, but when he shows it, we're seeing through Crowley's.
7. Possibly the Resurrectionist pub sign -- one of Mr. Dalrymple with a cleaver, one of him with a scalpel. Someone remembers him as a butcher, someone remembers him as a surgeon. I think we can tell who.
8. The vanishing/reappearing storefront signs in Whickber street. Someone knows exactly what shops are where, someone doesn't notice.
9. The streets and castle in Edinburgh when Aziraphale visits -- cobblestones versus paved; the castle in the background in every shot from every angle.
10. Several of the weird background noises can be explained by POV, but I don't think all of them.
11. Crowley's sunglasses changing? That one is iffy to me. Because they're silver for half the show, then black for the second half. If that were a POV switch, you'd think they'd change back and forth more often.
12. Crowley throwing books. And being nice to Jim. And wearing sleeve garters. He's telling Aziraphale on the phone what's going on, and we're seeing Aziraphale's image of it in his mind. That's almost certainly not what happened, but the gist is close enough.
13. Aziraphale's over-the-top reporter cosplay right after he is gently amused at Muriel's over-the-top constable cosplay. He's telling Crowley on the phone what's happening, and Crowley is imagining how it's going. Aziraphale's reporter persona is probably not as inconspicuous as he thinks, but it's probably not as cute and silly as Crowley imagines.
14. Gabriel not coming down the lift in the Dirty Donkey. Maggie and Nina see him first, they don't know about the lift, so they see him just walking down the street, not getting off a Heavenly elevator. He probably wasn't wandering around anywhere else -- but he does say he had to carry the box for soooo long, so maybe he was roaming around . . .
15. The high number of queer couples in the show. Both Crowley and Aziraphale are more highly tuned to humans who present as they do when in human form. It's probably not that there are more queer couples around, just that A and C take more note of them.
That's everything from my Murder Board that I think POV can explain. If anyone has other weird things that can be explained by seeing them through various character's eyes, I'd love to know!
And there is still PLENTY that can't be explained by POV. PLENTY. AND the POV changes mean we're not only seeing what they think is happening rather than what is, we're also NOT seeing anything they don't want known. We have to look where the furniture isn't.
#good omens#good omens 2#crowley#aziraphale#good omens meta#good omens analysis#good omens fan theory#ineffable mystery#whose pov is it anyway#pov switches#a clue
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marys song - jack hughes
in which, you had always loved the boy next door.
your parents had been best friends with ellen and jim hughes long before you were ever born. so, it was no surprise that you had grown up alongside the hughes boys.
quinn was like an older brother you never had. he was the one you would run to when luke or jack were being too mean or when you had fallen off your scooter trying to beat luke in a race. he always took your side, even when you were in the wrong.
you and luke had been the closest growing up, since you two were the same age. he was your best friend. you helped him get girls and he scared away all the guys that were ever interested in you. you two stayed up all night, communicating through your bedroom windows. he was your partner in crime.
and jack? jack and you had always had a strange relationship. you had realised you liked him when you were six and he was hanging out with another girl that lived on the same street at you. her name was sally and you hated her guts from the second you saw jack tie her shoe lace. seriously, who even wore laces back then? it was all about the velcro.
age seven
you had found jack sulking in his backyard, kicking the grass with his shoed foot. you didn't know why he was upset, you were simply looking for luke.
"what's wrong with you?" you had asked him, your arms crossed and head turned up. you were quite angry with him that day, you had seen him kiss sally on the cheek during a game of truth and dare that you weren't allowed to play in earlier that week.
"no one here to play with me." he sulked, once again taking his anger out on a patch of grass. "where is everyone?" you had responded, slowly taking a seat next to him on the grass field. "luke got hockey and quinn at the movies with his friends, he said i wasn't allowed t come."
"why didn't you ask me to play?" you had asked the boy, who barely shot you a glance before shrugging his shoulders. "yous been moody all week."
you glared at the boy, "i'm not moody, maybe you just annoying."
"i'm not annoying, you're annoying!" he shot back, standing up from the grass and over you. you stood up just as quick, crossing your arms and standing on your tippy toes to seem taller than him. "you're always annoying me, jack!" you shouted.
jack rolled his eyes, "you should go home 'fore i beat you up."
jack would never have touched you, he was always threatening everyone with the same stuff. but you took it to heart anyways, tears filling your eyes. "i don't like you anymore, jack."
and with that, you were off back to your own home.
jim had watched the whole interaction with a small smile, he had an ongoing bet with your own father that you and jack were gonna end up together. it was all for laughs, something to bring up every christmas dinner.
little did he know.
age sixteen
you were practically bubbling with anticipation as you bounded down the stairs of your summer house, phone in hand with the text message from luke saying they had arrived on the screen.
you had seen luke all year, of course. but you hadn't seen quinn or jack since christmas last year due to hockey. you also knew that they had both brought some friends they had met through hockey, and had always had a thing for hockey players.
"bye mom! bye dad!" you yelled as you slammed the front door behind you and bounced over to the hughes household. luke had told you to just walk in, like you weren't already planning on it.
the hughes house had always been significantly louder than your own, you being an only child and there being three of them. but the noise that greeted you when you walked in was other worldly.
screams were heard, along with heavy footsteps as people ran around. you smiled to yourself as you crossed the barrier into the living room.
luke had an unfamiliar boy on top of him, holding a pillow over his head. jack laughed as he held back quinn, who was attempting to help luke. and two more unfamiliar boys yelled at the tv screen as they played some sort of hockey based video game.
"jesus, what in a warzone is going on here?" you laughed at the sight, and six pairs of heads snapped towards you. the boy on top of luke fell off him, as luke bounded to his feet and marched over to you.
"come on, holly. we're leaving these psychos to their own devices." luke stated as he grabbed your hand and attempted to drag you off to his room. but you stood your ground, ripping your hand from his before bounding over to quinn.
"quinny!" you exclaimed before enveloping him into a hug. the boy groaned at the sudden impact, before mumbling a small "hello bug."
as you released him, you turned to jack. the boy smiled at you and time seemed to stop. you hated how all this time and distance would never put your mind at ease when it came to jack hughes.
he opened his mouth to say something before the boy who was previously suffocating your best friend with a pillow intercepted him. "trevor. trevor zegras. it's lovely to meet you. have you seen the house? let me give you a tour." you had practically grown up in the hughes summer house, but you decided to not tell the excited boy that as you allowed him to grab your hand and guide you upstairs.
you turned back to look at jack, who already seemed to be staring at you. you offered him a shy wave and smile before turning back around.
no one seemed to realise how jack's eyes lingered on your retreating figure, no one except quinn who smirked at the sight.
he so couldn't wait to tell jim.
age twenty one
you mumbled small apologies as you pushed passed people in order to get to the authorised portion of the prudential centre. jack had just won his game with an overtime shot, and you were bubbling with excitement for him.
finally finding where you were supposed to be, you quickly flashed your pass before being let through by security. you passed many devils players that you had met over the passed year or two, offering them small congratulations.
you found luke before jack, crushing the taller boy into a hug before shaking his shoulders aggressively. "you were so good, lukey!"
luke simply shook your hands off him, his face stuck in a permanent fixture of smiles, before telling you he'd meet you at the car. you nodded your head before walking off, eyes searching for the middle hughes child.
when you spotted him, he was just wrapping up a conversation with his captain, nico.
"jack!" you exclaimed to get his attention, he seemed to look around aimlessly for a few moments before his eyes landed on you, a large smile overtaking his features as he began his trek in your direction.
upon reaching you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, "hey baby."
you smiled as you wrapped your own arms around his neck, offering him a kiss as a congratulations. his lips chased yours, but you were quick to pull away. laughing at his pout, "i'm proud of you."
the boy simply hummed before reconnecting his lips to yours. you pulled away again, "and i love you."
"i love you too." he smiled before reconnecting his lips to yours once more, groaning when you pulled away again. "and luke's waiting for us by the car."
and with that, you were dragging a sulking jack through the prudential centre.
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I HAD TO REBLOG THIS!!!!!! I’ve been rereading it since yesterday and it’s just SO PERFECT!!!
hi hanna! could i please request a jim street fic/blurb, using the prompt, caressing the other's cheek softly, hoping to wake them up that way? please and thank you!!🤍
Hi Rachel!! Absolutely! I love this prompt with Street because he deserves all of the loving affection he can get!! It's pretty short, but I hope you enjoy!🫶🏼
warnings: just fluff! | 1.1k+ words
Wake Up, I Miss You
Being a SWAT officer is hard on the sleep schedule. Not just for the officers, but for the people closest to them. When you moved in with Jim Street, he warned you about his unusual and inconsistent schedule. Some nights, he’d be home before the sunset, others he would crawl in bed beside you a few hours before the sun rose, and on the bad nights, he wouldn’t be home at all. You love him, though, so you welcome him home, into your arms, no matter what time it is.
You look at the clock by the bed. The red letters blink as the time changes to 1:37 a.m. Jim called you around lunch, “just to hear your voice,” so you knew it was a hard day. He deserves love regardless, but after that call, it was easy to decide to stay up and wait for him to get home.
The click of the front door closing and locking is barely audible, and you sit up straighter in bed to greet Jim. He walks silently through the house, his movements only registering when something else makes noise. The faucet in the kitchen runs for a moment, his keys jingle quickly as he hangs them on the hook by the door, and his backpack thuds softly when it hits the floor. You wait patiently for the last sound, the creak of the floor outside the bedroom. Jim wanted to fix it when you moved in, but you argued that it told you where people were in the house, and he left it alone after that.
“You’re still awake,” Jim whispers as he walks in.
“I wanted to see you,” you answer softly.
His eyes soften as he walks to your side of the bed. He brushes his fingers over your cheek before he bends down to kiss your forehead.
“I’ll be back,” he promises.
You watch him walk to the dresser and gather clothes before he disappears into the bathroom. He returns quickly and joins you under the blankets on your shared bed. You extend an arm toward him and welcome him into your arms again. Jim sighs as he rests his head over your heart, soothed by the steady thumping of your heart. His arms tighten around you briefly as he relaxes.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“I am now,” he replies. “I promise. Just needed to get home to you.”
You nod. After so long with him, you know better than to press. Instead, you brush your fingers along his back as you turn to press your chest to his. He falls asleep quickly, and you join soon after. Moments like this are precious, and you will always choose them over sleep.
Mornings are harder than nights, you think. Falling asleep alone is one thing, but waking up alone after feeling someone join you in the dead of night can hurt. The first few weeks were the worst, but you’ve grown to expect it.
That’s what makes this morning so surprising. When you wake after Jim’s late night and need for comfort, he’s still asleep beside you. His arm is spread over your waist, his hair ruffled by deep sleep, and his face is turned toward yours. You can’t remember the last time Jim had a day off and was still beside you when you awoke.
As you turn under his arm, you smile happily. He makes you happy, you love him, and you should let him sleep. Yet you raise your hand toward his cheek to rouse him. The sun is bright in the sky as it nears 9 a.m., and Jim would never forgive you for leaving him alone in bed (until you kissed him and whispered an apology, at least).
You lay your hand over Jim’s cheek and gently brush your finger under his eye. His eyelashes move as his eyes flutter quickly. He doesn’t wake up, though, so you brush your fingers down to his jaw. You trace his jawline with your fingertips before moving them along his cheekbones and over his nose. You tell Jim constantly that he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen, and while he playfully agrees, you’re not sure he will ever understand just how beautiful he is to you. Right now, he’s never looked so peaceful and perfect.
Jim stirs, moving closer to you in his sleep. Your smile widens and you curl your fingers before returning to your ministrations. You move the back of your fingers along Jim’s cheek, careful not to scrape him with your nails. As you fold your other arm to lean up and better see him, his arm moves tighter around your waist. He’s waking up, you think, as you continue brushing over his cheek and jaw.
“G’mornin’,” he mumbles, his voice deepened with sleep.
“Good morning,” you reply softly.
You open your hand to lay flat against his cheek again, and your fingers hold his jaw as if he’ll break. Jim turns against your hand and presses his face into your hold before he opens his eyes. The sleepy smile that follows makes you turn away from him, but not for long.
“How are you feeling, sleepyhead?” you ask.
“Better now. Whoever invented alarm clocks didn’t have someone like you,” he murmurs.
“Luca doesn’t wake you up like that when you spend the night at HQ?”
Jim shakes his head and chuckles, and you move your hand down to rest against his jaw and the side of his neck. He may have enjoyed the wake-up call, but you enjoy simply waking up beside him. SWAT is important to Street, and you’d never ask him to leave that to be with you more. It’s part of him, so you love it, too.
“Why are you still here?” you inquire.
“We’re off today. I didn’t tell you?”
You shake your head, and Jim tilts his head to kiss your palm.
“Yesterday was rough, so Hicks decided we could use the break. We’re on call for the Marshals tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Bad days are still hard but they’re easier now... Knowing that I’m coming home to you makes a difference.”
“I love you.”
Jim kisses your hand again before he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. He tugs you quickly, and your hand slips to his shoulder as your chest hits his.
“Hi,” he teases in the proximity. “If you like touching my face so much, maybe you should try it with your lips.”
You shake your head but tilt your chin to kiss his cheek anyway.
“I love you, too,” Jim whispers as he raises his hand to brush your hair from your face. His fingers linger by your temple before he spreads his hand over your cheek to pull you in.
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