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eddie diaz

evan ‘buck’ buckley

lucy donato

maddie buckley

chris alonso

david 'deacon' kay

donovan rocker

jim street

the boy next door

call of duty

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May I request Street's or Deac's girlfriend gifting the team hats she crocheted 🧶 for Christmas 🎄? I'd love to see her plus sized if you don't mind! (I totally didn't request this because I've made almost 10 hats for Christmas)

Giving Season | Jim Street x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader

CW: nothing but fluff!

The Christmas season was always your favorite time of year; the pretty lights, the warm and fuzzy feelings going around, and showing everyone around you how much you appreciate them through gift giving and spending time together. It was amazing and fun and wonderful.

When you started dating Jim Street, he invited you to hang out with his SWAT family from time to time. After a while, you were practically a part of that family. Street adored you and talked about you all the time, as his teammates would tell you, and they'd tease him for it in a loving manner. You were just was enamored by him, which they could tell by the way you held onto his arm and looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes. So, it was a no-brainer to invite you to SWAT family Christmas.

You were so excited, planning for the day of with vigor and creativity. You began working on gifts for everyone, thinking of the perfect colors to use and whether or not to had a puff ball on the top. You were in a hat making frenzy, crocheting to your heart's desire. To say your living room was strewn with yarn, charms, and other materials was an understatement. A tornado of inspiration had torn through your place and you were on a roll. By the time Christmas Eve approached, which was when you were exchanging gifts with the team, you had a hefty amount of wrapped gift boxes in a large bag to carry.

Street picked you up and took the bag from you, being quite the gentleman. He drove to the little party being thrown at his and Luca's place, which was decked out with Christmas lights and a nice, humble tree. Christmas mucis instrumentals played softly over the speakers as Luca finished putting out a hot cocoa bar.

You were welcomed with hugs and bright, cheery grins. Tan saw the bag as Street brought it in, rubbing his hands together.

"What'd you get us?" he asked, almost sounding like a child on Christmas day.

You laughed. "You'll have to wait and see."

Street put the bag down and you unpacked everything to place under the tree. You'd spent time wrapping the little boxes and putting pretty bows on them. They were the prettiest gifts under the Christmas tree, which Hondo mentioned as he watched you.

"Outdoing us all on the Christmas wrapping game, huh?" he joked.

You laughed and stood up, folding the bag down. "Well, what can I say? I come from a long line of gift wrapping masters."

From there, the party really started. You socialized with everyone and ate cookies and other goodies. You and Street made hot cocoa and nearly made a mess of the kitchen, making the both of you laugh. Everyone was having fun, eventually calming down enough to sit in the living room.

You took the role of handing out gifts to everyone. Most were gag gifts but got a nice laugh out of everyone. A few gifts were genuine and thoughtful. Street got you a shirt that 'My Boyfriend is SWAT' which made you giggle.

Then everyone got to your gifts and you watched patiently. Street tore into his first, pulling the crouched hat from its box and grinning wide. "This is my favorite color."

"I know," you smiled and kissed his cheek.

Chris' hat was checkered white and blue, which she put on immediately as she thanked you. Luca had a big hat with ear covers, making him look like a puppy. Tan's was striped with a puff ball on the top. Hondo's was simple yet perfect for him, solid black with a thick rim.

Deacon had the biggest box and when he opened it, he understood why. In your frenzy, you'd made more hats than necessary, so you gifted him a few extra for Annie and the kids.

He gave you a big hug as he thanked you. "The kids will love these."

"You're welcome," you told him and pulled out your own hat, which looked more Santa-like than the others, and put it on. Then, with everyone's hats on, you took a group picture with big smiles on your faces.

After the party, you stayed to help Street and Luca clean up the place. As you were tossing trash in the bin, Street came up behind you. His arms snaked around your thick waist and pulled you back into him. His lips met your cheek.

"Best Christmas yet," he mumbled sweetly.

You looked at him over his shoulder and smiled. "It's not over yet."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? What else have you got to give?"

You hummed and went back to cleaning. "You'll just have to see."

He pouted and tried to pull you away from the counter. "But I hate waiting."

"Well, too bad," you laughed and turned to him. Giving him a proper kiss, you allowed yourself a short break from the housekeeping. Then you pulled away and sighed. "Tomorrow, you'll see."

With a wink, you turned away from him and continued clean up duty. He watched you with nothing but admiration, hoping you'll love the gift he'll give you tomorrow.

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Did It Have To Be My Sister?

Hi guys! I'm back with another request. ☺️ Reader is in the military (naval aviator) and is Street's twin sister. She gets to meet his work family, and falls for our blue-eyed man Luca.

Warnings: Some heated make out, description of sex but nothing explicit. 18+

The chatter and laughter filling the house could be heard from outside. You thanked the Uber driver and handed him some cash before you walked up to the house with a spring in your step. It had been too long since you'd seen your brother Jim Street, and your heart pounded in your chest as you knocked at the door.

Street knew you were going to be coming over, but you lied about when your flight landed to surprise him. He had every intention of picking you up from the airport, but you always loved to keep him on his toes.

A tall, muscled guy answered the door, and you looked up at him with a smile, his blue eyes shockingly bright. "Hey! Is Street here?" The resemblance between you and your brother was obvious, and the man before you grinned and stepped back to let you in. "Yeah! You must be his sister."

You stepped in and looked around at the groups of people, grinning as your eyes landed on your brother across the room, chatting excitedly with a short, slim girl. "That would be me." You thanked the man as he closed the door and hurried across the room. Street's eyes caught yours over the girls head and his wide, almost comically excited smile made you laugh, and he closed the distance between you in two quick steps, scooping you up into his arms.

You squeezed him hard and laughed as he spun you, setting you down and exclaiming. "What the hell?! I was supposed to come get you!"

"I know, but I thought I'd make it a surprise." You grinned and punched his shoulder playfully, not noticing the group of people circling you and your brother. "Who's this, man?" The guy that had greeted you at the door stood behind you, and you turned to see three more men with him.

"Guys, this is my sister. From the military. This is Hondo, my team lead, Deacon, Tan, and Luca. This is his place." You grinned at all of them and shook their hands in turn, your eyes lingering a little longer than necessary on Luca. His blue eyes were still shining with pure happiness and something else you couldn't figure out. You cleared your throat and turned to Street and the girl still behind him. "And that's Chris." She greeted you with a sweet smile and you knew you'd instantly befriend her in no time.

"So this is your work family, huh?" Street nodded and smiled almost proudly, and steered the group of you to the kitchen to sit and talk more privately.

Everyone was eager to meet you and ask about your work. The missions you'd been on, where you'd gotten to travel to, what all came with being a naval aviator. Everyone seemed extra curious about the search and rescues you'd been on, and it wasn't long before you hd a drink in your hand, snacks on the table and the whole of 20-David was listening to your stories. Especially Luca.

You almost didn't notice a man come into the kitchen with you and the group, his voice cutting through Deacon's question. "Wow, Street, you finally get yourself a girl?" You kept your face a mask of calm and looked over your shoulder at the man, your elbows resting on the counter top behind you. His blue eyes and dark curls were attractive, but his snarky demeanor made you want to punch him. "Street is my brother, actually."

The man’s teasing grin faltered, and a blush painted his cheeks as you eyed him with disinterest before looking back to your new friends. “As I was saying.. That search and rescue. So what we do is.." Luca’s grin made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn’t help but match it as you answered Deacon’s question, the older man hanging on your words in fascination.

The night fell together in a bundle of laughter, drinks and good food. You spent most of it sitting with Street and the team, getting to know each of them in turn. You managed to slip away for a moment with your brother, the two of you standing by the fridge. "You hear from mom lately?"

The questioned caused Street's smile to fade, his head shaking as his arms crossed across his chest. "No, it's been months. She hasn't checked in with her parole officer." Your heart sunk and you nodded quietly, resting a hand on his arm and squeezing. "We can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" You smiled reassuringly and gently pushed him to go back to his friends, suddenly feeling suffocated in the room of laughter and voices.

You stood straight and adjusted your baby blue sweater as the team talked amongst themselves, glancing at your phone and surprised to see hours had passed. You glanced over at the crew and smiled, eyes finding Chris and Street sitting comfortably close. You made a mental note to ask him about her later. You glanced around the tidy house and a familiar voice came from beside you. “Need something?”

You turned and met Luca's gaze, smiling and nodding as you glanced around again. "Was just wanting to get some air." He nodded in understand and put a hand on your lower back, gently guiding you through the people to the back door, taking you out into the empty backyard.

"Who was that guy earlier?" You sat down at a small picnic table and relished the cool air, Luca sitting beside you and chuckling. "That was Rocker. He's on 50-David. Kinda an ass sometimes, y'know?" You smiled at the honesty in his words and nodded, looking at him and cocking your head. "You've been a big help to my brother, you know. He talks about you a lot."

Luca smiled bashfully at your words and shrugged his shoulders, looking at his hands as he played with the sleeves of his hoodie. "Nah, it's nothing, just family helping each other out. He talks about you a lot too, he's really proud of you." You grinned at his words and shook your head, looking up at the sky and shifting closer to Luca as the air cooled.

"I'm proud of him too. It hasn't been easy, the way we came up.. Especially with my mom." Your voice trailed off and you pulled your the cuffs of your sweater down over your hands. Luca's eyes watched you and he nodded, shifting closer until your shoulders brushed. "Yeah, he's told me.. If you guys ever need anything, I'm here. Whatever it is."

You looked at him in surprise, but the honest concern in his eyes warmed your heart, and you couldn’t help but smile the man. “Street was right about you.. You just like helping people.” Luca’s cheeks bloomed with color and he grinned, holding your gaze as he shrugged. “Well yeah, man. We all need it sometimes.”

You matched his grin and studied his ruggedly handsome features, the alcohol in your system giving you enough courage to lean in and kiss his cheeks. “Well, I appreciate it.” He stared at you in surprise but grinned in return, hand finding yours and lacing his fingers with yours.

You weren't sure how long you sat out there with him, talking about your life and the struggles, him offering up stories of his own, more beer making it's way into your hand and his. It wasn't long before you were both tipsy and sharing kisses out in his backyard.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped as they moved with yours, his hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you close, like you might slip away. Your hands made their way into his hair, tugging at the blonde locks as your kisses heated, tongues clashing and teeth biting at lips.

You followed his mouth as he tried to pull away, grinning as his lips left yours and he stood up, hands finding your waist and tugging you up. "You wanna.. Go to my room?" His sudden shyness after the way his lips were just attacking yours made you grin, and you eagerly stood up and whispered. "Please."

*next morning*

The sunlight shining in through Luca's windows woke up the next day, and you rolled over with a groan to hide from the light, your face finding his broad chest and burrowing in. You felt his strong arms pull you in, his husky morning voice breaking the silence. "Morning, beautiful."

You smiled at his words and mumbled a greeting, tangling closer to him with a hum. The soreness between your legs made you squirm and the pictures of last night played through your mind.

Luca's hands on your hips, your ass, mouth marking your neck and jaw as your hands felt over his strong chest. Clothes being tossed off, you laying on his bed, the smell of him and his cologne filling your nose. A hand between your legs, his mouth, the weight of him still on your tongue..

You smiled to yourself and looked up at him, his sleepy blue eyes meeting yours. "Last night was amazing, y'know." You grinned at his statement and nodded in agreement, mouth opening to reply, but his bedroom door opened and Street's voice broke through the happy daze.

"Luca, do you know where-.. Oh, what the fuck?!" You sat up in alarm and quickly covered yourself with Luca's sheets, cheeks pink and eyes wide. "Street, this isn't-.. Okay, it is what it looks like but.." Your voice trailed off at the alarmed and angry look in your brother's face.

"Seriously, Luca? It had to be my sister?" Luca simply sat up with his trademark bright smile, looking at you and shrugging. "Your sister is pretty cool, man." You looked at Luca and tried not to laugh at his calm demeanor in the face of your brother, but Street was already walking off and muttering to himself about a brotherly code.

Luca got up and pulled on his briefs and a pair of sweatpants, tossing you his shirt and grinning. "Better talk to him before he kills us both." You caught the shirt and laughed, watching him head to the bathroom and smiling to yourself.

You were going to love it here in LA.

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Us and The Helpers

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!nanny!reader (implied to be plus-size, not explicitly stated)

Summary: You and the girls you nanny drop by SWAT HQ to visit your boyfriend, Jim Street.

Warnings: fluff!

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

“You’re staring again,” Street says without looking away from the paper before him.

“Sorry,” you reply.

“Yet you’re not stopping.”

“You asked to be my boyfriend, you made it my duty to admire you.”

Street’s eyes finally meet yours as he asks, “Just to admire? Because we could also, like, have a conversation, kiss, whatever you want to do.”

“If I stop staring you might disappear.”

“I know I’m the best boyfriend ever, but I won’t disappear. I love you.”

You and Street both know that on paper, to outsiders, you’re not the most obvious couple ever. And, on occasion, you find yourself in a continued state of shock that he wants anything to do with you. Street takes these moments in stride and uses them to remind you that he loves you and wants to be around you as much as possible.

“I love you too,” you respond. “But I have to be to work early in the morning. The girls and I have an exciting week of learning about different animal habitats planned while their parents are out of town for work.”

Street pouts at the mention of your girls, the three-year-old and one-year-old sisters you nanny. They cling to you, cuddle with you, and love you unconditionally, and Street has made it very clear that he is jealous of all the time and attention they get from you.

“You’ll be gone all week?” Street asks.

“You won’t even notice,” you argue.

“When I die from a lack of attention, my team will blame you.”

“Calm down,” you request with a chuckle.

“I can already feel myself forgetting what you feel like.”

Street falls toward you as he laments, and as you lie side-by-side, you see a glimpse of a life where you take your own children to the zoo and the aquarium. What surprises you is the mental image of Street there with you. You trust that he does love you, and you love him, but this daydream of an entire life with him awakens something in you.

“I love you,” you repeat.

“I love you too,” Street promises. He mumbles, “Traitor,” against your arm, and you don’t correct him.

When you leave the wildlife show, the girls at your sides cling to you. As you carry them both to the car rather than risk losing them in the crowd, you see that you have time left before lunch but no more animal habitats you could show them… except for maybe one. After the girls are secure in their car seats, you sit in the driver’s seat, lock the door, and text Street. He calls a moment later and immediately begins speaking.

“If you don’t come to see me, I will be so angry that I’ll withhold cuddles,” he says in place of a greeting. “Or I’ll try to.”

“So, we can stop by?” you clarify.

“No, you have to.”

“Yes, sir. Let me ask these lovely ladies behind me if they want to visit the police station.”

Loud squeals answer your proposal, and Street chuckles on the other end of the lines.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” you say.

“See you then.”

As promised, you arrive at the station a few minutes later and lead the girls inside. Once you have visitor passes, you walk through the hallways to reach SWAT HQ. Inside the correct area, you stop and feel two sets of arms wrap around you. You’re used to them clinging to you, and you place a hand on each of their backs. The younger sister raises her arms, and you pull her up onto your hip.

“There she is!” Street yells as he approaches.

He runs toward you and holds his arms at odd angles to wrap you and the girls beside you in a hug. They laugh at his attention and excitement, and you smile as well.

“My favorite helpers!” Luca calls when he sees Street’s special visitors.

Every time you walk into HQ, they stop being your girls and become 20 Squad’s helpers, special guests, and any other nickname that makes them feel older and important.

“Does that include me?” you tease as Luca hugs you.

“You know it does. But I think we need to different helpers. One to watch Street-“

“Hey!” Street interjects.

Luca ignores him to finish, “And two to help me color a picture of what our new SWAT uniforms should look like.”

“We can help! We can help!” the three-year-old standing beside you cheers.

“Fantastic!” Luca exclaims. “Let’s go, then!”

Street wraps his arms over your shoulders as Luca leads his favorite helpers to find crayons. 

“How are you?” Street asks.

“I’m great. They learned a lot at the wildlife show. How are you? Busy day?”

“Not too busy, so I can’t complain.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Deacon jokes as he passes. He taps your arm kindly and invites you to bring the girls over to see Lila before he rushes away.

Your phone buzzes in your bag, and you know it’s time to get the girls home and make them lunch. You apologize to Street as you tell him you have to go, and he groans dramatically.

After several minutes, you locate the children in your care and get them back into the car with half-finished coloring sheets and happy smiles.

“Officer Street is nice,” the younger girl says.

“He smiles when he sees you like when Dad sees Mom,” her sister adds.

“That’s right,” you agree. “Because, like your mom and dad, we care about each other.”

“Do you love him?”

You smile in the rearview mirror as you answer, “I do.”

On Friday night, you let yourself into Street’s place after work. You’re tired from an exhausting yet rewarding week but want to see Street again. When he arrives and enters the living room, he drops his bag and runs to hug you against the couch.

“Thank you,” he breathes out.

“For?”

“You were supposed to be at work still. Would you believe me if I said this moment made my entire day?”

You smile up at him as he stands over you to answer, “I would, because you make mine all the time.”

“I need to kiss you now,” Street declares. “Are you ready?”

“No, wait.” You shift into a more comfortable position and answer, “Now I am.”

Street grabs your waist, and all you can think of and feel is him and the love between you. The image from earlier returns with Street’s affection, and you hope it’s something in your future, and not a simple, futile daydream.

“Seeing you with the kids today, and them hanging all over you and cuddling you, made me realize something,” Street says in the quiet space between you.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm. I want this, all of it. But I don’t know if I can do that yet.”

“Well, you don’t have to do it alone. It’s you and me, right?”

“And the best helpers in the world. I mean, we’re getting octopus uniforms because of them.”

“Street,” you request quietly. “I want it too, all of it. For now, though, do you think you could keep kissing me?”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

[ash5monster01]

hihi, for ur requests could u do 15/20 for steve harrington/joe keery (you can choose which) ? with an emphasis on plus size reader pleaseee

Unexpected Greetings

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Paring: Joe Keery x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: nudity, body image issues, language

20. The last thing you want to do is leave your apartment on Valentine’s Day and see all the happy couples but instead you discover your neighbor across the hall has been locked out with only a towel around his waist.

word count: 1.6k

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Being a bigger girl meant never celebrating a Valentine’s day. Normally you were single and if you did have a boyfriend, somehow the relationship never overlapped with the holiday. So the last thing you wanted to do was step outside this apartment and see all the happy couples handing each other red teddy bears and boxes of chocolates. You wanted to love the holiday, oh so desperately, but how could you when you were never the one receiving stuffed bears and chocolates? Instead you went to the store after Valentines and bought all the half off candy for yourself.

So knowing you only had to hold out for one more day of this torture you prepared to open the door to your apartment and find romance on the other side. Instead, you’re met with a bare ass that has you yelping out loud and turning around. The boy jumps and turns, trying to use as much of the small towel around his waist to cover himself.

“God, I’m so so sorry. I just, I got locked out. I figured everyone would be gone at work” he profusely apologizes and you slowly rub at your eyes, now preferring to see all the hearts decorating the streets.

“Yeah, I have the day off. Can I ask how you even got locked out like that?” you question, still refusing to turn around and look at him.

“I was grabbing my mail, the door swung close and apparently I never unlocked it” he said and you can hear the clink of the metal mailbox hung on the wall by his door.

“You needed the mail so desperately you came to get it in a towel?” your voice has a teasing tone and you can hear the boy sigh behind you.

“I just got my script delivered. I was a little excited” he explains, voice defeated and shoulders hung low.

“Is it safe to look?” you ask, tired of staring at your kitchen table as you talk with the boy.

“Everything that can be covered, is covered” he answers and you turn around, met with shaggy hair and a lopsided smile leaned against his door. A striking white towel covering him from his happy trail to just above his knee caps. You’d be lying if the sight of his chest hair didn’t make you want to run your hands through it.

“Well neighbor, let’s get you inside before Miss Johnson down the hallway is also greeted with your bare ass. You can borrow some sweatpants while I call the super” you urge, hand waving him inside and the surprise that crossed his face is an adorable sight to see.

“Thank you, oh my gosh thank you!” he grins, shuffling towards your door and once he’s inside you shut it behind him, avoiding seeing any bareness again at all costs.

“I’ll be right back” you say, going into your room and finding black sweatpants amongst the huge pile in your room. Normally you wouldn’t want a handsome man like that to discover you more than likely wear the same size or possible even bigger than him but you also couldn’t leave him bare naked and alone.

“You’re the best” he says as you return with the sweatpants in hand and all you can do is nod.

“Bathrooms first door on the right, I’ll call Jim. He owes me a favor anyway so it shouldn’t be long” you tell him and he nods, shuffling down the hallway while you pull the phone out of your pocket and find the number.

Jim the super answers after only a few rings and when he hesitates to come right away you remind him exactly why he should come this instant to which he agrees after saying he was only ten or so minutes away from the building. You could handle ten minutes alone with the handsome neighbor, right? Yet you don’t believe you can when he finally returns from the bathroom now clad in your black sweatpants, chest and broad arms on full display with the white towel now hung over his shoulder.

“What’d he say?” the handsome boy asks and you smile and shove your phone in your pocket.

“He’s on his way, should only be about ten minutes. You want coffee or anything?” you ask and he smiles before nodding. You don’t hesitate to move to the machine and start brewing a fresh batch for you two to share.

“I’m Joe by the way” he says, taking a seat at the counter as you free two mugs from the cupboard.

“Nice to meet you Joe, you live here long?” you say after telling him your own name. You ask because to be honest you don’t remember him and based on his looks he is definitely someone you would remember.

“Two months I think, I’m away for work a lot though” he says and you nod, leaning against the counter.

“Explains why we haven’t met. I’m usually pretty good about keeping up to date with newbies around here” you tell him and Joe laughs lightly.

“Well I’m sorry we had to meet like this” he offers and you shake your head, waving a hand at him.

“Don’t worry about it. We used to have a guy that flashed people intentionally. Miss Johnson pressed chargers and he got booted fairly quickly. I just figured your girlfriend locked you out for forgetting Valentine’s day or some shit” you say with a snort and Joe laughs heartily.

“Is that your way of asking if I have a girlfriend?” and a deep blush covers your cheeks because that really wasn’t what you had meant but you’d be lying if you weren’t curious as well.

“No, actually. There’s just not many other reasons for me to find a bare ass in the hallway” you say and now he’s the one blushing, embarrassment filling him completely.

“No girlfriend, just not a very well thought out guy is all” he says and you crack a grin at that. “What about you, on your way to see your boyfriend for Valentine’s huh?”

“No boyfriend and in no mood to celebrate Valentine’s Day” you offer and his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you with curiosity.

“What, get your heart broken on Valentine’s day or something?” he asks, a hand coming up to run through his hair and you chuckle.

“No, try never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s day” you say with the shake of your head, finally moving to fill two cups now that the coffee was done brewing.

“That feels like a lie” he says and you give him a confused look, sliding the fresh mug across the counter and pushing cream and sugar his way.

“No lie here, not many men want to date women like me” you tell him once you’ve done up your coffee the way you like and take a sip.

“Well I find that hard to believe because from my side of things I’m a little disappointed I never realized how gorgeous my neighbor was” his words catch you so off guard your spluttering coffee back into your cup and coughing lightly. He wears a concerned look as you calm yourself down.

“I mean no offense but I don't appreciate flattery if it's not honest" you say, napkin wiping the stray coffee drops on your chin.

"Who says I'm not being honest, I have no reason to lie especially after you just caught me in a very vulnerable state and was kind enough to help me out" and the intensity in his eyes proves that what he is saying holds a truth to them you had never quite experienced before.

"You're serious?" you say, possibly ruining your chances with this attractive man even further but he doesn’t falter one bit.

"You're surprised?" he says with a soft chuckle, a bit bewildered by his neighbor. He had flirted with many girls in a life time but he had never ha one react quite like you.

"Yes, I'm surprised. I'm a big girl, I normally get looked over or in worst cases harassed. I never get told I'm gorgeous" you say with a soft shake of your head and the breathy chuckle that falls from his lips is one of surprise.

'Well then you haven’t quite found the right man yet because you’re gorgeous. In fact I figured I didn’t have a chance after how you found me this morning" the soft blush the boy wears on his cheeks is authentic and suddenly you’re a bumbling idiot unsure of what to say because to be honest you don’t recall a man ever flirting with you.

“You didn’t ruin it, I mean you have a chance. Not that I’m actively looking, but the sight wasn’t terrible. Oh God why did I say that, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this, you’re very kind. I’m a-“

“Hey, the doors open” Jim’s voice bellows through the door after a hard knock.

“Thank you Jim” you call back and now the sweet boy is standing from his seat and you’re hoping you haven’t ruined things to far.

“I better get some of my own clothes on. Thank you for saving me. Maybe we could see each other tonight, let me return these sweatpants?” and you’re grinning, more comfortable with him then you ever expected.

“Yeah, I would like that a lot” you say and he smiles, taking one more sip of coffee before heading towards the door.

“I’ll see you” he says with a soft smile before disappearing behind the door completely and you curse yourself for being such a fool. You knew you had to redeem yourself.

So when he stops back later that night in his own grey sweats and black T-shirt you try your best to stay cool. Which seemed to have worked when he kisses you goodbye. Valentine’s day turned out to not be such a bust after all.

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Queen of Gotham

Oswald Cobblepot x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Oswald has had feelings for you for a while now and now that he is the king of Gotham, it’s time he got his queen.

Word count: 1.3k 

Warnings: none

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You’d worked for Fish Mooney as a bartender since before Oswald became her umbrella boy. You’d known that there was something different about him the second you saw him, but you’d been unable to figure out what. Being busy most of the time, you didn’t really speak to Oswald. The only time the two of you ever interacted was when Fish or Butch talked to you and he was close by. You were close with Fish, she’d picked you off the streets and gave you your job and an apartment. Butch was the closest thing you had to a best friend since you never had any time for a social life. The two of you would often joke about with each other, with you being oblivious to Oswald’s envious stares as you laughed at one of Butch’s stories. He adored the sound of your laughter, thought it was one of the most adorable sounds he’s ever heard, but it infuriated him to know that another man was the cause of it. 

The first time Oswald had talked to you, it was because you’d almost spilled the drinks you were holding onto him. You’d apologised straight away and gave him an awkward smile before moving away to get the drinks to their table. You hadn’t seen the way Oswald just stood and watched you walk away. Since then, he had made it his mission to say something to you every single day he saw you, even if it was just a ‘hello’ before you were whisked away by your job, or asking you a semi-personal question to try to get to know you better without being suspicious. As you weren’t as oblivious as everyone believed you to be, you knew exactly what he was doing and while you thought he was cute, you didn’t think you could be with him.

You weren’t insecure that he might not actually like you, because you were able to tell when someone was up to something and you always sensed the sincerity in Oswald’s voice. Just because you were a bigger girl than most, it didn’t mean that you felt self conscious all the time. You were actually quite confident and you were happy with your appearance. You had always put your job first and working for Fish meant that you just didn’t have to time to get into a relationship. So, naturally, you tried to distance yourself but it didn’t work as Oswald kept following you around with every spare second he had. You were very close to giving in to his charms and allowing him to take you on a date, when it came out that he was a snitch and was being ordered to be shot by Jim Gordon.

It had been almost a year since you’d left your job at Fish Mooney’s. She’d ‘fired’ you because she was worried about you and didn’t want you to get caught up in the foreseeable crossfire. You met up with Butch a couple of times but heard nothing from the others. Understandable of course, Fish was busy trying to take over Falcone and Oswald was presumably dead at the bottom of a river. You’d gotten a job in a small bar where the pay was enough to keep you comfy in your apartment but the people were very dull. You often missed your old job, and Fish, and Butch, and Oswald of course.

You had been home barely thirty minutes when you heard the sound of someone knocking on your door. You got up to open the door but when you looked, there was nobody around except a black piece of folded card on the ground. Curious, you picked it up and read the note, it said, “You are hereby invited to the opening of Oswald Cobblepot’s”. To say you were surprised was an understatement. After believing that Oswald was dead for the past year, you were having trouble believing that he was actually back here in Gotham, taking over Fish’s business. It would feel far too strange to go back to that place now that you don’t work there and Oswald was running the joint. Even thinking about going was a bad idea in itself.

After much consideration, you realised that you were now insane as you walked towards the familiar building, invitation in hand. You’d pulled out one of your more daring dresses from the back of your closet to wear tonight. It was an off the shoulder with a sweetheart neckline that showed off your cleavage. It was very formfitting and hugged your curves just right, ending just above your knees. It was a dress that you’ve always felt confident in and tonight was no exception. You’d even styled your hair and put on a bit of makeup with a pair of white pumps to match. You still weren’t sure why you were making such an effort in the first place but who cares, you felt beautiful.

As soon as you walked into the familiar building, you couldn’t help but look over at all of the changes that had been made to the place. You wouldn't tell him but you preferred the way things looked before, Fish had always had a great sense of style and while it didn't look bad, it wasn't as good as before. Oswald seemed to pull in a very different crowd than Fish, you saw a group of punk rock wannabe teenagers crowding around the stage. While you weren't one to discriminate, they weren't your typical choice of preference for company. You headed to the bar, thankful that it was still in the same place as before and ordered a drink. 

Not bothering to look around at your surroundings, you didn't notice Oswald and Butch walk into the room from a separate corridor. The second his eyes landed on you, he froze for a moment before limping his way over to your seat at the bar, ordering Butch to leave him be for now. Shocked wasn't quite the right word to describe how you felt when Oswald tapped you on the shoulder and gave you a large smile, though you could see some insecurity behind it. “(Y/N), my dear, we finally meet again. I had hoped you would come.” You gave him a small smile in return, “Yes well, I was very shocked, to say the least, when your invitation was pushed through my door. I thought you were dead.”

Oswald straightened his back and cleared his throat, “I’m afraid it would take more than Jim Gordon to kill me, my dear.” You shook your head, “I have to admit, I missed you, you know.” Startled, Oswald nervously asked you to repeat yourself and you let out a soft laugh before saying, “I always liked you but I never put business before pleasure. I suppose that's not an issue now though.” Oswald thought for a moment that he might be dreaming, but dream or not, he wasn't going to waste this opportunity. 

He smirked and you grinned back at him, liking how much confidence he had compared to the subservient umbrella boy he used to be. “Forgive me if I’m being too eager, dear, but I do hope you would join me in my private office for your...company?” You bit your lip and looked him up and down slowly, “Of course, how can I refuse the King of Gotham?” You’d heard a few of the people in here refer to Oswald as this when you entered. Oswald took your hand and pulled you off your chair, leading you down a hallway to his office, “Now I’m a King with my Queen.”

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My Brother’s Keeper: Chapter 11

Negan x Reader

Summary: Your brother runs away from the Sanctuary and you pay the price. This Chapter: A few weeks after Negan finds your brother, you attempt to return to your normal life.

Warnings: Lemons, Cunnilingus, Coercion, Sex, Grief, Medical Jargon, A Star Trek Joke

Word Count: 3237

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Mary’s leg was red and painful as you ran your palm slowly down her shin, nearly dwarfing the size of her other leg. You took care to press gently, measuring the amount of swelling that had caused her to stay home from work that day.

“Did you fall or injure yourself in any way?” You asked, looking up at her from your crouched position at her feet. “Any cuts, scrapes of bruises? It could be something minor that opened a pathway to infection.” You hoped that it was something as simple as cellulitis, but your gut told you otherwise.

“No, honey, I just sit at the shop all day. But this morning when I got up out of bed, it hurt to even move it.” She told you, leaning forward to touch her calf.

You kept your eyes down as you feared the worst, feeling for a pedal pulse which was barely palpable. “Have you had any trouble breathing? Any chest tightness or heaviness?” You remembered all of the patients like Mary you treated at the hospital before the world stopped turning; people who were lazy, people who were active, the young and the old. It didn’t matter then and it didn’t matter now, disease was an unbiased son of a bitch.

“No, none of that, sweetie.” She leaned back in her chair and patted her chest, thrumming a small rhythm onto her skin.

“I’m gonna have Doctor Carson start you on Eliquis tonight,” you explained. “It’s a blood thinner and will help get rid of that clot I think you have in your leg.” You paused, smiling as you looked into her tired and weary eyes. “In the meantime I’m gonna need you to take it easy for a few days, okay? No more half marathons.” You winked at her and stood up, dusting the dirt off your knees.

You often had to resign yourself to defeat in the apocalypse, coming to terms with the half lives and expiration dates of critical medications. In the old world you would have given her a Heparin drip, ordered an ultrasound of the veins in her legs and drawn labs to check her clotting time until she was stable. But this wasn’t the old world, now, was it? This was the Sanctuary, and Eliquis was all you had.

“Thank you, dear,” Mary’s hands clasped around yours, her many rings brushing against the dry skin on your palms.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at Mary’s gratitude, the one thing that brought you joy in the past couple of days, and walked out of her room.

You pulled the notepad out of your jacket and wrote down her information: Mary Jackson, 67F, DVT LLE, Eliquis QID. You grinned to yourself as you entered the common area, putting your notepad back in your pocket as you were finally able to go half the day without thinking about your brother. No more tears to blur your vision, no more fatigue to keep you in bed, no more anger to make you strike out at your peers. You were practically yourself again.

You walked past Mary’s usual market stand that was now run by her husband, Jim, and gave him a quick little wave. He waved back slowly, his NASCAR hat unable to hide the joy in his eyes when he saw you.

“How’s she doing, Doc?”

“Damnit Jim, I’m a nurse, not a doctor.” You stopped in front of his table, waiting for the joke to register on his face before frowning as he failed to get your Star Trek reference. You shrugged it off and looked over his merchandise before spotting a tiny porcelain tiger.

“Well, you’re the best we’ve got, and certainly a lot better than Dr. Personality over there.” He nodded toward the infirmary.

“Every doctor needs their nurse!” You reassured him, not ready to badmouth your colleague. “Mary most likely has a blood clot in her leg. I didn’t see any cuts or scrapes indicating cellulitis, so I’m gonna start her on a blood thinner tonight; break that sucker up and have her back to work in no time.”

Jim took in a deep breath. “A blood clot? Is it serious?”

You opened your mouth to answer him but stopped as an eerie whistle sounded, wrenching Jim’s wrinkled face into shock. His brown eyes darted past you, following a slowly moving object before kneeling down onto his knees behind his station. The whistle only got louder, Negan’s voice freezing you in place as everyone else in the room followed suit. Jim looked at you with caution, pointing to Negan with his eyebrows before you eventually decided to turn around.

“On your knees, Princess.” Negan seemed taller than you remembered, growing in height as you lowered yourself to the ground. “Word on the street’s you’ve been getting your hands dirty, making house calls, being a real Mother Teresa type.” Negan waltzed up to you, lifting your chin with the tip of Lucille.

It was true that you were burying yourself in your work, trying to take your mind off the eternity of grey each morning brought as you did your best to find some color in the Sanctuary. You strove to be that good person Alden saw in you, but it didn’t matter how many people you helped, you still couldn’t quite shake the darkness inside.

“Yeah?” You tried to ignore the proximity of the weapon that bashed your brother’s brains in a few weeks ago. “Did you come here to canonize me into sainthood?”

Negan turned his head as he tried to register what you said, laughing instead of asking exactly what you meant. “Not really.”

“What do you want, then?” You asked, the tip of Lucille tilting your chin upward.

“I wanna talk,” he started. He lowered his bat down to your neck, tracing the outline of your clavicle as it’s barbs scratched little white lines into your skin.

“Then talk.” You stood up against his bat, crossing your arms over your chest as you rose to your feet.

“Huh,” he chuckled at your audacity. “I’d rather have a private conversation.” He dropped Lucille to his side and leaned in close, the heat from his breath setting your skin on fire. “That is, unless you want everyone else here to watch.”

“No,” you answered, looking back at Jim and his porcelain tiger. “Private is fine.” —————————

Negan’s room was just as luxurious as you remembered it, the giant bed spurring memories that blocked out the painful ones you kept reliving every night. You were nowhere near ready to be alone with him in such a small room, to look at his handsome face and smell the cologne on his neck, but here you were.

You followed him here against your better judgement, knowing full well what he intended to ask you without knowing if you had the conviction to stand your ground. Perhaps you were just tired of mourning, of seeing your brother’s ghost in the hallway and your mother’s in the kitchen. That ache he’d placed in your heart never quite outweighed the ache he’d placed between your legs.

“You want a drink?” Negan got comfortable after closing the door behind him, setting Lucille down and shrugging out of his leather jacket.

God, yes. You wanted a drink more than anything. You wanted to taste that warm whiskey and forget everything that had happened; to let it pulse through your veins and push you into his arms even though you knew it was the last thing you needed right now.

“Yeah,” you decided out loud. “Yeah, I’ll take that drink.”

“Good.” Negan walked over to the bar and got two glasses from the top shelf, pouring an amber liquid into each of them. “Now I know what I did was kind of fucked up and everything, but I just gotta ask,” he trailed off, collecting the glasses in his hands before turning to face you. ”Are you still pissed at me?”

Was he kidding? How could you not be? He murdered your brother right in front of you, and now he was acting like nothing had happened? Like he was innocent? Like you should be grateful? If he was anyone else in the world you might tell him all of that, but he was Negan, and so were you. You had to choose your words carefully.

“Maybe,” you whispered, taking the glass from him.

“Maybe,” his voice was as smooth as the whiskey going down your throat. “Maybe not.” His hazel eyes glowed in the pink of the summer sunset. You hated how beautiful he was, how sinfully stunning his mere presence was as you actively tried to despise him.

“I should hate you… for what you did,” you braved, staring at his frustratingly pleasing form.

“Yeah,” he smiled and took a sip. “Yeah you should.” He stepped toward you, his quickening proximity sending a rush of heat between your thighs. “But you don’t.” The look on his face was more than victorious, the wrinkles around his eyes telling you that he knew things would turn out this way, no matter how badly he hurt you.

“You wanted to talk…” you began, refusing to respond to his taunt. “Let’s talk.” You felt the heat spread throughout your body as he advanced on you, taking a step backward until you found yourself seated on his bed.

Negan bit his lower lip as he watched you rest on his mattress, eyes dancing over you while his hand slithered over the top of your thigh. “I was thinking we could do more that…”

“I thought this was over,” you tested him, taking a sip and lowering your glass.

“I wanted to give you time to get back on your feet.” His hand traveled inward, fingertips brushing against the denim that contained your needy sex. “I’m a stand-up guy like that.” He winked and finished his drink, setting it down on the nightstand next to Lucille.

“Plus, Rick the prick took a little longer to break in than I imagined.” He squeezed your thigh and tipped the bottom of your glass upwards, smirking as you reluctantly chugged the rest of the liquid down your throat. “Good girl.” He purred, taking your empty glass and setting in down next to his.

“He did, huh?” You’d heard about the new community Negan found and how they massacred an entire Savior outpost in one night. You didn’t know much about who they were or where they came from, but you did know that Negan made it pretty clear they were messing with the wrong people.

“Yeah, but I’m not here to talk about that.” He smoothed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “After everything that’s happened, I just wanna make sure you’re still who I think you are.”

He smiled and snaked his hand up the front of your shirt, sliding your stethoscope off your neck and setting it down beside him. Grinning like a kid in a candy store, he pushed up into your shoulders, grazing his calloused hands over your arms before taking the sleeves of your work jacket with them. You took in a deep breath and let him undress you like you always did, pushing the memory of your brother out of your mind as he stood you up and took off the rest of your clothes.

Instead of forcing you onto the bed in some demeaning position, Negan took your face in his hands. He stared at you endlessly, those hazel eyes turning an electric gold in the warming sunlight before gently kissing your lips. Well, that was new.

“I’m Negan,” you whispered into his mouth, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. The taste of the whiskey heightened your senses as his tongue brushed against yours, sending little jolts of pleasure into your brain. “I’m still Negan,” you reassured him.

“Good.” He pushed you onto your back, feathering his fingers up your thighs until they reached the junction between your legs. “That’s what I thought.” The smile that graced his lips was purely demonic, baring sharp teeth as he lowered them to your pelvis to finally take a bite.

You hissed as he wantonly feasted on your flesh, writhing beneath him as his mouth made that deadly concoction of pain and pleasure you loved so much. You watched him lick the moisture between your folds, bringing his tongue up on your clit like a cat giving itself a bath. His eyes darkened as he took you in, watching your face change with each lick, each lap of arousal coating his generous and eager tongue.

You let yourself leave the present time and place, closing your eyes and focusing only on how he made you feel. Warm wet strips of delight excited your juicy center as his whiskers brushed against your thigh. You never imagined you’d feel this good again, every pulsing inch of your heat begging for more as he sucked and tugged on your raw flesh. He hummed a deep tune into your body, vibrating your very bones in a song as if you were his favorite wind instrument.

Knuckles white against his scalp, you rolled your hips into him, guiding his hungry mouth exactly where you wanted as you felt your thighs begin to quake. Those feelings of anger and doubt all washed away as a heavy tidal wave of bliss crashed over you, forcing your back to curve and flatten like waves upon the ocean. Every swear word you had in your arsenal left your lips as you came, the ebb and flow of your orgasm giving you an excuse to use the language you wanted to shout at him for the longest time.

Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled his mouth away, lips and beard wet with your juices as he began undoing his pants. Part of you wanted to deny him, to put your foot on his chest and keep him at bay, but you were too tired. Too tired of consciously avoiding him, of being strong for your family and burying your feelings of grief. Instead you sat up on your elbows, watching him undress in the heavy lavender of dusk as his clothes finally hit the floor.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, welcoming him back as he pressed into you without ceremony. Your walls stretched and adjusted to his girth, your time away from him erasing that muscle memory as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. More waves built up as his body pushed and pulled, hitting those bruises he’d placed with his mouth as a tsunami of pleasure built up inside you.

He grunted and groaned as he tasted your neck, recklessly thrusting until either of you could take it any longer. His eyes shut as he came inside you, biting your throat as he pushed himself up to the hilt, filling you up with all he had. His hips crashed into yours with that final wave, his white hot liquid spilling inside you as he held you close, twitching and spasming with his final efforts.

You’d never admit it, but you didn’t want to let him go. You wished you could stay here like this forever, with him deep inside you as your sweat mixed with his in the most primal of ways. If you didn’t think about it, it was like there was no one else that mattered but the two of you. No one else in the world.

You kissed his forehead as he leaned into you, the sweat from his brow coating your lips as he slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed.

“Shit, doll,” he mumbled, “You must have really missed me.” He kissed your clavicle and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as he tried to collect himself.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you countered, teeth still chattering from your orgasm. “For a minute there, I thought you were going to ask me to be your wife.” You couldn't stand the suspense any longer.

“Are you shittin’ me? And ruin what we’ve got goin’ here?” He chuckled and ran a hand down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. “I got a better job for you, something I think you’ll like a lot more than being locked away with a bunch of broads.”

You turned your head to look at him, wondering what on earth he could be talking about. “A different job than being a nurse?” For once in your life, you wanted to know what was going on in that head of his.

“Sorta,” he paused. “Rick’s group got me thinkin’... maybe we don’t have as tight a hold on our communities as we thought.” He bit your shoulder and turned you on your side, taking time to rub the sore muscles in your back. “I’m gonna send you to the Kingdom to do a little recon for me.”

“Recon?” What did he just say? The Kingdom? Send you there? Didn’t he want you here? Wasn’t that why he lured you up here, so he could… You closed your eyes as your stomach wretched in disappointment, the acid bubbling over the top and into your throat. “I’m not a Savior, Negan, I have no business being a spy,” you protested.

“I know.” He kissed your neck, tugging on your skin with his teeth before sliding his tongue gently over it. You were still sensitive as he sucked the new bruise into your flesh, tiny little neurons firing the last of what they had into your system.

“I don’t understand,” you whispered between moans. It dawned on you now why he wanted to get you into bed so quickly; you couldn’t say no to him while you were naked in his arms riding the high of an orgasm. He never had any intention of asking you to be his wife at all, did he?

“I just couldn’t shake how Zeke looked at you when we were over there. I mean, not that I can blame him,” he explained, grabbing your breasts and pulling you into him.

You gasped at the sudden contact, instinctively writhing your exhausted body into his. “I don’t think…”

“No, you wouldn’t. Which is why you need to be over there. No one will suspect a nurse.” He paused. “Rick the prick didn’t get his information out of nowhere, and I need to know which community’s to blame.” He smoothed his hand down your body, overworking your pleasure center as he curved it around your hips.

“We’ll drop you off, make it look like you’re some kind of traveler,” he whispered, cupping your ass and spreading your cheeks. “And then every week during their offering I get to eat that pussy until I’m not hungry anymore.” He slid his fingers up between your thighs, still wet with your arousal. “Pull all that sensitive information out of that big ole brain of yours.”

“I uh… oh my God, Negan…” You couldn’t help but rock into him, relishing the sensation of his fingers as they entered you again. “What if I say no?” The question was more for yourself, but you decided to let him hear it, too.

“Do this for me baby, and I won’t have to harm a single hair on your dad or sister’s head ever again.”

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[achilles-rage]

Oblivious

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

word count: 3.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[achilles-rage]

His Girls

summary: you bring your 2 year old daughter to visit Street at work, and she utters a word you're both surprised to hear.

word count: 2.6k

request: @twilightlover2007 - Hope you don't mind but Id love to request Street with a single mama gf. Her kiddo is 2 and when they visit the station once her little one calls Street daddy(I think he would be an AMAZING dad 😍😭)

A/N: sorry this took so long, i got really into another fic i’m writing. but i really enjoyed writing this! enjoy<3

warnings: none, reader is a single mother, street is a pushover for his girls, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You’re driving home from the park with your two-year-old daughter, laughing as you hear her singing loudly in the backseat to the music playing. You decided that you should stop by and visit Street at work when you were leaving the park, knowing your daughter would love to see him, and vice versa.

He’s been around pretty much all her life, and she’s grown very attached to him. Lots of days when he comes home from work, she hears the door open and drops whatever she’d been doing to run to him as fast as her little legs would carry her. She holds her arms out and he drops his bag to lift her in his arms, holding her close with a chuckle. It never gets old; he loves being greeted by the two of you after a long day. 

He loves when he has a few days off too, spending them with the both of you. He keeps your daughter company as you make breakfast, putting on her tv show for her and talking to her in an animated voice as she babbles on about all her thoughts. Then, after you all eat and she’s distracted with the toys that he always seems to trip over in the mornings, he curls up with you on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his head on your plush stomach, trying not to fall back asleep as your fingers weave their way through his hair and you talk in soft tones.

After a while, your daughter comes up to you two, squirming her way onto the couch and cuddling up between the both of you with a happy little smile on her face. This only ever lasts a few minutes, however, as she’s soon sliding off the couch and grabbing both of your hands to get you up to play with her.

“Momma, can we get McDonalds? Please?” she whines, drawing out the last word. You look at her through the rear view mirror, seeing her bottom lip jutting out as she looks at the back of your seat.

“Not today, lovey. I have food in the crockpot at home for dinner.” you tell her softly, looking back to the road as you make your way down the street, almost at Street’s work. 

She whines softly at your words, kicking her feet a little in the car seat, but not pushing it further. She puts her hand up to the window, opening and closing her fingers as she feels the light on her face. 

As you get closer to his work, you hear a little gasp from the backseat, before your daughter’s giggles fill the car, realizing you’re visiting Street at work. You do this regularly, and after a few times she had learned to recognize when you’re getting close. You smile softly, pulling into the parking lot and turning off your car.

“You wanna go see Jim?” you ask her, turning in your seat to face her. She nods excitedly, squirming in her seat, giggles getting louder as she sees you get out of the car and open her door to get her out of her seat.

Once you get her out of the car and sat on your hip, you make your way inside, feeling her legs kick out beside you with a big grin on her face.

Your eyes search the building as you look for Street, hoping your plan to surprise him wouldn’t backfire by him being out on a call.

You let out a relieved sigh as you see Hondo, who gives you a smile before waving at your daughter, who pushes her cheek against your chest, giving him a shy smile. He points in the direction of Street, winking at you as you thank him silently, walking around the ring in the middle of the room and making your way to the other room.

You set your daughter down as she sees the back of his head, barely able to keep her in your arms as she squirms against your grip. She races over to him, and he turns when he hears the soft patter of her feet hitting the ground. 

“Is that my girls?” He smiles down at her widely, stretching out his arms as he leans down.

“Daddy!” she exclaims as her arms wrap around his neck and he lifts her off the ground. Your eyes widen at the word and your whole body tenses, your smile disappearing for a moment as your eyes dart to his, a little afraid of his reaction.

Honestly, you’re a little surprised she hadn’t called him that before today. She didn’t know much, if anything, about her real father. With seeing the rest of the kids with their fathers at the park, you could see where she might get confused. Of course, she didn’t know any better, and you know he wouldn’t hold it against either of you, but it doesn’t seem to calm the pounding in your chest as you wait for Street to react. He had been surprisingly accepting of you being a single parent, and immediately treated your daughter as his own, but you were nervous that the thought of actually being her father would be too much for him.

Your eyes soften as you see that the excitement in his eyes hasn’t left, his eyes are merely searching yours to make sure you’re okay with that word. You give him a reassuring smile, laughing in slight disbelief as he hugs her tighter, tickling her sides.

“Hi bug.” he whispers into her ear, and you swear you see tears in his eyes as he speaks in the softest voice you’ve ever heard him use. He’s called her this almost as long as he’s known you two, stemming from a joke he made when she was still a baby. When she used to lay on her back on the floor, she used to squirm in a way that made her look like a bug turned over on its back. It made you two laugh so much that the name had stuck after that.

“Momma won’t let me get McDonald’s.” she tells him in a soft voice, leaning her head back from his chest and looking up at him, her bottom lip forming a small pout. His eyes shoot up to yours as you fight back a smile at her insistence. She knows he’s more likely to give in to her than you are, especially if she gives him those big eyes of hers and a pout. You narrow your eyes at him, shaking your head once, still trying to fight back your smile. He lowers his eyes back down to meet her eyes with a raised brow, chuckling softly.

“How about this? I’ll take you tomorrow on my day off. Deal?” he tells her softly, glancing back up at you for a moment and giving you a wink before looking back down at her. She nods enthusiastically at his words, giggling softly. 

“You spoil her.” you tell him, a small smile making its way onto your face as you step closer to them, leaning in to kiss him softly. He kisses you back, smiling into the kiss as one arm moves from your daughters back to your cheek, tilting your head up slightly.

“I can’t resist her charm. She’s just like her momma.” he whispers once you pull away, turning his face back to hers as she starts to tell him about how many times she went down the slide at the park earlier. 

He puts his arm around you and pulls you closer, squeezing your soft waist as you lean your head on his shoulder. You both listen to your daughter's story with matching grins, until you hear Chris’s voice, which causes your daughter to forget her story and turn in Street’s arms.

Street puts your daughter down, letting her walk over to Chris and wrap her arms around her legs as Chris greets her warmly. 

“I think there’s some cookies in the kitchen. Do you wanna go get one?” she asks, laughing as your daughter jumps up and down, nodding quickly. She grabs Chris’s hand in hers, dragging her towards the kitchen, completely forgetting about you and Street as soon as cookies are mentioned.

You laugh softly, shaking your head, knowing how hard it’ll be to get her to sleep with all this excitement. You sigh, turning to face Street, wrapping your arms around his neck as you look up at him, tilting your head to the side.

“She called me daddy.” he whispers, almost in disbelief as his hands make their way to your hips, giving them a squeeze.

“Are you okay with that?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. You know he looked okay with it, but you want to make sure. He’s very good at hiding how he feels, but when you give him that look, it’s hard for him to keep his words steady if he was lying.

“Are you kidding me? I love you, both of you. I think the first time you introduced me to her, it was set in my mind that you were both gonna be mine forever.” he tells you, chuckling softly. Your eyes soften at his words and you lean up onto your toes to kiss him again, one hand going to the back of his head as you weave your fingers through his hair.

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” you tease softly as you pull away, moving your hands from his shoulders down to his chest, smoothing out his shirt.

“She’s exactly like her momma.” he responds in the same tone. He bites his lip softly, eyes trailing down your figure, taking in your cleavage peeking out of the top of your shirt. The way he could see the soft outline of your tummy and your thick thighs under your clothes. He’s so overwhelmed with love at the moment he isn’t sure what to do with himself. If he wasn’t at work, he knows exactly what he’d do to you right now, but he keeps his hands respectfully on your hips as his eyes glance around the room.

“You wanna go out with me tomorrow? Like a date?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, a teasing glint in his eye.

“What do you have in mind?” you respond, your brows furrowing slightly as you take in the look in his eyes.

“McDonalds?” he says, making you laugh softly as you drop your head to rest on his chest.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” you whisper, looking back up at him and being met with his lips on your forehead, the sound of his chuckle hitting your ears.

After a few minutes your daughter comes running back over to you two, Chris trailing behind her. You reach down and pick her up, brushing the remainder of cookie crumbs off her face as she reaches her hands up and squishes your cheeks between her hands.

“You ready to go home?” you ask her through squished cheeks, sticking your tongue out at her.

“I wanna stay.” she whines softly, taking her hands off your cheeks and holding her arms out to Street. He immediately holds his hands out, taking her from you happily and kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, she wants to stay here, momma.” he teases softly, poking her belly, which causes her to squeal and squirm in his grip.

“You’re no help,” you say to Street, giving him a stern look. “And we have to go home and turn off the crockpot, my love. We’ll see him tomorrow.” you tell her in a softer tone. As much as you love how close they are, you know she’s gonna pout the whole way home.

“You better go, bug. But I promise I’ll take you and your momma out for lunch tomorrow, yeah?” he tells her, which makes her smile and hold out her pinky to him. He chuckles, linking his pinky with hers.

“You gonna be good for your momma?” he asks, squeezing her closer to his chest as she wraps her arms around his neck again, sighing. She nods, running a hand over her face, the pouty expression already making its way onto her face.

“Okay, say goodbye lovey.” you tell her softly, rubbing a hand up and down her back. She whispers a soft goodbye, nuzzling into his chest, and he swears he feels his heart melt at her soft little voice. He puts a hand on her head, kissing her forehead again, frowning slightly at the idea of having his girls go home while he has to stay at work.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he tells her, handing her back to you. Once she’s in your arms he puts his hand on your back, loving the warmth of your skin under his hand. You look up at him, smiling softly at him as you hold your daughter to your chest as the pout stays firmly planted on her face.

“Can we have a tea party tomorrow?” she asks, raising her head up from your chest to look up at him. You laugh at the thought of him scrunched up on one of her little chairs, tiara on his head and pinky raised with one of her little teacups in his hand.

“If that’s what you wanna do, then we’ll do it.” he tells her earnestly, chuckling softly. She smiles at him and rests her head back on your chest again, kicking her feet out on either side of you at his words.

“I love you,” he whispers to you, squeezing your waist as he moves his hand from your back to your waist. “And I love you, bug.” he finishes, looking down at her. She turns her face into your chest bashfully but you can feel the large smile on her face at his words. He chuckles at her reaction before leaning into you, kissing you gently, careful of the little body between you.

“I love you,” you reply against his lips. “Come home to us in one piece.” you tell him once he pulls away.

“I’ll do everything I can. I’ve got a date with my girls tomorrow.” he teases softly, as you back up. You laugh softly, shaking your head as you turn to walk out of the building.

“You’ll make a little girl very upset if you don’t.” you tease softly, turning to look at him over your shoulder as your daughter waves goodbye to him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” he says in a teasing tone. But he means it. At this moment, he doesn’t think anything can stop him from coming home to his girls. His heart swells at the thought of you both being his to take care of, forever.

You walk out to the car with her in your arms, and put her in her car seat before getting into the driver's seat. You smile to yourself as you sit there, feeling a weight off your shoulders. You finally feel like your little family is complete. While it had been complete ever since Street and your daughter had met, you now have no doubt in your mind that he’s here to stay. And he will spend the rest of his life trying to give the both of you everything that you deserve.

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[dominiquelucalover]

Hey, could you write something fluffy or smutty for Jim Street? Thanks 😊

I'll throw out some headcanons I have for Street

He's an immaculate lover. Sure, he can be a little goofy during sex, but when he wants to be serious, he can be so serious. Showing you how much he loves you is a must and one of his love languages is physical touch, so he'll get as physical as possible to say "I love you."

He likes to do all the work but if you want to be on top, he won't stop you. He just wants to treat you right all the time. And not to say he doesn't like the view. He just doesn't want you to have to lift a finger to make him feel good. He understands the mutual pleasure and everything, but his first priority is you and your pleasure.

King of fingering you until you cum all over his hand. And he'll do it twice just for good measure.

If you're plus size, he loves to grab at and knead your belly while he's showering you with affection. It can be as simple as making out and he'll be squeezing and pinching your belly and waist so because he loves it so much.

[dominiquelucalover]

"Touching" blurbs, can I ask for number 47 with Street.

Recharge | Jim Street x GN!Reader

Prompt: touching their elbow to get their attention

CW: reader has some social anxiety in this one.

It was a S.W.A.T. fundraiser at HQ, the department rallying together to raise money for the children's hospital by hosting guests in the parking lot, bringing the community together with games, prizes, and a tour of some of S.W.A.T.'s finest, including Black Betty. There were people all over the place, parents with kids, couples who ranked high in society, teens just looking for something to do that day. The event was open to everyone, including the press and anyone who just wanted to drop by.

You were among those there to help with the event. The partner of Jim Street, you were invited because S.W.A.T. was a family. Even if you couldn't financially contribute, you were assured that there were plenty of ways for you to chip in. You were paired up with Deacon's wife Annie to run the snack stand, giving people cupcakes and cookies she'd made at home while her kids ran around and had fun with the other children who'd shown up. It was nice, but you were felt a little awkward and out of place. But what were you going to say? No to helping the fundraiser? As if.

You'd only been dating Street for a few months and had only recently met his team. Today was the first day you met Annie, and though she was really nice, you found it hard to stay on one topic with her. You were in totally different stages of your lives, so it made sense, but you wished you could just talk to her like a normal person. Hell, you wished you could talk to anyone normally.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a teen asking you a question. "Do you work here?"

You blinked and shook your head, smiling. "No, my boyfriend does. Why do ask?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen a lady S.W.A.T. person before."

You gave her a cupcake on a plate and smiled. "There are totally badass ladies in S.W.A.T.," you told her and pointed across the parking lot Chris. "That woman over there, she's on the best squad in the city."

"Really?" the teen asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Really," she said and watched the teen quickly thank you to hurry over to Chris.

You sighed heavily once she was gone though, feeling drained. You looked around the place, feeling a little nervous. It wasn't that you didn't like being there to help, but you wished you didn't have to talk to so many people. Kids and teens were fine, you'd never not talk to them, but it was getting harder to want to stand there and smile at everyone when all you wanted to do was hide.

"Do you need a break?" Annie asked, making you turn to look at her.

You bit you lip and nodded. "If that's okay."

"That's perfectly fine," she assured you with a smile, that motherly look about her.

"Thanks. I won't take long, I promise," you said softly and slipped away.

It didn't take long for you to find your boyfriend, who always knew how to make you feel better in these types of situation. He recharged your social battery just by letting you be and at that moment, you needed that.

He was talking to Hondo and Luca about something you couldn't bring yourself to care about at that moment. All you cared about was getting to him. So, you approached from behind and waited patiently for him to finish, but when it went on for longer than you could wait, you reached out and gently touched his elbow.

He looked at you, still talking and opened his arm to you, immediately noticing your closed off body language and bland expression. You went straight into his side and hid your face in his shirt, and he kept going like it was normal. He didn't make a big deal out of it and carried on business as usual. He held you close and securely, letting you breath in the smell of his freshly washed shirt and his body spray, listening to his voice as you took all the time you needed. That's what he was there for, after all, and he was more than happy to be there for you.

[dominiquelucalover]

Oh I love the Street x Reader from the Playlist Request! Can I request another one with Street + song number 327?

Set Astray | Jim Street x Fem!Reader

Summary: it's been years since you last saw Jim Street, in fact you thought you'd never see him again. But when you do, things have changed. You both have changed.

Song: You're Somebody Else - flora cash | Game Link

CW: major angst, criminal activity, criminal!reader, mentioned abuse, murder, stalking, use of knives, trauma, violence, bloody descriptions, no happy ending.

Not proofread.

You sat in the cold interrogation room, drumming your fingers against the table. You faced the false mirror but pretended like you didn't know it was there, that there wasn't one or more people on the other side watching you. It really didn't bother you that they stuck you in there. You were familiar with the tactics of the LAPD or any police station, so whatever S.W.A.T. wanted to try throwing at you, you were ready for it.

When the two officers came and arrested you out of your apartment, you exercised your right to remain silent. They didn't intimidate you and you wanted them to know that; no man could intimidate you. Especially not two burly, muscular men with mean mugs they could pull on like a mask. Well, you had your masks too.

The door to the room opened and you smirked, but stayed silent. However, you were slightly shocked to hear the voice that said your name so casually. Looking up, you found the eyes of your high school sweetheart Jim Street.

"I never thought I'd see you here," he said. He sat across from you, laying a file down between the both of you. "You've got a lengthy record now."

You didn't say anything, staring right through him as the memories of young love flooded your mind.

It was your junior year when you'd gotten together. It was fun and hectic. You were the classic school good girl, class president type. He'd been a bad boy looking forward to the day he could take charge of his life. Opposites attract, as the story goes, but the flame dimmed after a while. When your aspirations led you to college, you were going to leave and it only made sense to break up. He was going to lead a very different life than you and that was okay. It was a fine breakup, it was high school after all. Why not leave all of it behind in Long Beach while you had the chance?

Street opened the file and pretended to read it, skimming over the words as he spoke. "You have a thing for knives now."

You remained quiet.

"Your first arrest was for assault with a deadly weapon, against a boyfriend," he read off, flicking his eyes up ever so often. He looked back down, "But the charges were dropped because he didn't want to pursue anything against you."

You still stayed quiet.

He continued since you hadn't asked for an attorney. "Then, you were arrested for disturbing the peace in a public park after, and I quote, 'screamed at two men for half an hour.' A fight broke out and you had to be dragged away in handcuffs. The charges were dropped once again.

"You've got a long list of stuff here along the same lines. I mean, just last year, you were questioned in connection to the assault of a man who was beaten in the park with a bat," he said and put the folder down, looking at you, "but you had nothing to do with that, right? Nothing sticks to you, huh?"

You stayed tight lipped.

"I get it. You don't want to give up all your secrets, but that's the thing..." he leaned in, looking you in the eyes. "I know you, Sunset."

You were dragged back to those good ol' days, when life was simple enough but everything felt like it was falling apart. That was what he'd called you because of your love for watching the sunset on the beach. He'd sneak you out of your house and take you there, holding your hand and smiling at you as you smiled at the ocean. How dare he bring that back now?

You glared at him and kicked your feet up on the table, biting your tongue. Instead of saying anything, you defiantly sat back and watched as he sat with this defeat. All he had managed to do was piss you off when you'd been relatively calm before this, so now you were stonewalling him more aggressively.

He sighed. "I can't help you if you don't give me anything."

"Joy," you said.

He looked at you unamused, then let out a greater sigh. "Please, I really do want to help you. Just tell me why you did it."

It being the crime they were accusing you of; murder. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. You couldn't believe him, couldn't believe that he was here, sitting on the other side of the table, accusing you of something so vile, so heinous, so cutthroat.

He pulled out a picture and slid it across the table, showing you the man who had died. It was the body of an older gentleman, nicely dressed with combed back hair, and all but butchered. Cut up like a Thanksgiving turkey, it was a bloody scene. It was a sight for sure.

You looked away, holding back your gag reflex. You had seen blood, but never that much. The picture alone was enough to twist your stomach. You pushed the picture back at him.

"I've done a lot, but I didn't kill that guy," you told him, staring at the table.

He put the picture away, eyes narrowed. "Then who did?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"You were following him."

"I was asked to."

"By who?"

You shut up again and shook your head. He was just another guy, a man who didn't understand. A man, period.

"If you don't tell me, you'll be obstructing an investigation of the LAPD," he told you, voice grave. "Come on, Sunset, let me help you."

You snapped. "I don't need your help! I don't need your help! Get out! Get out!"

He felt like he'd been pushed back by the fury and roar of your voice alone. He put his hands up and stood, taking the file as he eased his way to the door. "Okay, okay, I'm going. I'm sorry I upset you."

He looked sincere when he apologized, but you knew looks were deceiving and men lied.

Street was lost and confused. When your name came up in S.W.A.T.'s investigation of the murder of a businessman, he was astonished. HE swore up and down that it couldn't be you, but then Hondo and Deacon brought you in and he had to face the music. It was you, in the flesh and blood, and you looked very different from your high school self.

It had been years since he last saw you but he recognized you. Your eyes were the same despite something looking different in them. Your smile was gone and you had a rougher looking appearance, but something inside of him still saw the cute class president he'd once made giggle and took to the beach when he wasn't supposed to.

After trying to talk to you and getting little to nothing out of it, he didn't know where to go from there. He'd never seen this side of you and though you looked the same, just older and rougher around the edges, you were somebody else. It didn't take a genius to realize that.

"Maybe Chris should go in there," Deacon suggested, looking at the team. "She might feel more comfortable talking to a woman."

"I really thought she'd talk to me," Street sighed, shaking his head.

Hondo put a hand on his shoulder and spoke, "It's alright, you tried your best." He then addressed everyone. "Chris, give her a few minutes and then go in there. Maybe Deac is onto something, so try to get her comfortable."

"Got it," Chris said, nodding along.

Tan approached with a tablet, shaking his head. "You're gonna wanna see this."

He held up the screen to them and explained the article he found. "I few years ago, a Joy Mercer was brutally attacked and murdered at UC Berkeley. Her roommate found her body after coming back from a late night study session at the library. Guess who the roommate was."

It was silent for a moment, then Street sighed. "Joy wasn't a sarcastic remark."

"It gets worse," Tan said and looked at the tablet again, scrolling. "They caught the guy, Joy's ex-boyfriend, but there wasn't enough evidence to convict him. They let him go and he was expelled from the college, but your Sunset wasn't satisfied with that."

"I wouldn't be either," Luca said, jaw tight as he shook his head.

Hondo took a deep breath. "She's only attacks men."

Deacon continued off of that. "The incident at the park; there was a woman there who said she came to her aid. She must see herself as some sort of protector."

"And she was following our victim but was asked to by someone," Chris added. "Maybe the wife?"

"Let's see what we can get out of her," Hondo said and looked at Street, who looked saddened and distraught. He nodded to everyone else and they parted ways, leaving the two alone. "We're gonna figure this out, but you know that if we find evidence against her..."

"I know," Street said, taking a deep breath. He looked toward the interrogation room. "It's just... she had such a bright future ahead of her, and all it took was one bad thing to set her astray."

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May I request number 27 with Jim Street for the Playlist Ask Requests?! ☺️

Did You See Me On TV? | Jim Street x Reader

Summary: After getting into an argument with Street, you spend some time apart, but after your team is called out to serve a warrant and things turn south, could it be too late to reconcile?

Song: TV - Billie Eilish | Game Link

CW: major angst, fatal injury, death, S.W.A.T.!reader, mentioned weapons, violence, blood.

Not proofread.

Your phone dinged and you swiped the message away almost as soon as it had popped up. It was a text from Luca, who you would usually ignore but was trying to convince you to come back and work things out with your boyfriend Jim Street. You didn't need his interference on this subject, not because you thought low of him or anything like that, but because you had your own way of working through problems in relationships.

When things got too heated in an argument, when it went on for too long or got too serious, you needed space. You had to have time to think, away from your partner, and you hoped Street understood that. It would give you both time to cool off anyway.

You were staying with Chris, sleeping on her couch with a bag of your things thrown in the armchair nearby. She didn't mind giving you a place to stay for a while, especially when she heard what the argument was about.

Street had gotten mad at you after hearing about a risky move you made during a raid. You got on his case about how he would have done the same thing in your position, which sparked an argument that only got more heated as time passed. You slammed doors, he slept on the couch, and Luca kept her head out of it for as long as you two were under the same roof. It got messy, especially on mornings when you wouldn't talk to each other, and when one of you tried to, it turned into a yelling match. Eventually, you had enough and packed a bag to head over to Chris' place.

Which was what led you to today, when you were gearing up to serve a warrant and Street walked into the locker room. He didn't say anything, but the tension was thick. You looked over at him, but he looked away from you. When you looked away, he looked at you. He took a deep breath, as if he was about to say something, but you walked past him and left the room, his previous words knocking around your skull about how reckless you were, how you needed to be more careful. It infuriated you and fueled your fire.

Street was following up on leads as he walked through HQ, reading something on the tablet and hardly paying attention to his surroundings. It was a slow day as far as he was concerned, but his thoughts were a little distracted. Admittedly, he had been using most of his time to think about the fight he'd had with you, so he was trying to make up for it by doing some background checks on a few associates of a suspect.

However, as he passed a TV affixed to the wall, he saw a news report flash onto the screen. He stopped and looked up, seeing the familiar sight of an overview shot of a house with a few police cruisers, a S.W.A.T. car out front, and two ambulances. There were cops everywhere, police tape getting rolled out, and a news van quickly pulled up to the scene. It looked like a nightmare.

Street turned up the volume as the news reporter finally came onto the screen and was rushing around the yellow tape, trying to flag someone down to answer questions. She didn't get a lot, but she stood around for a bit before she turned back to the camera with a grave look on her face.

"What we know so far is that LAPD S.W.A.T. attempted to serve a warrant to a dangerous man who lives here, in this house that you see is now riddled with bullet holes," she said into her mic. The camera pans to the house as she continues to speak. "There's no confirmation yet on who lives here, but we can say that there were multiple injuries to those involved."

People were coming out of the house, Street recognized your team coming out with a few guys handcuffed and bringing weapons coming out by the droves. Though things didn't go as planned, several arrests had been made. However, as the camera kept its lens on the front door, it caught a harrowing sight: the paramedics rolling out a body bag.

"Oh dear," the reporter let out, losing her composure. The cameraman panned back to her and she looked into the lens, taking a breath. "It appears that there has been one casualty. Again, multiple people involved were injured, including our own officers. This was an intense fire fight and as I learn more, so will you."

Street felt his heart in his throat and he felt sick to his stomach. He dropped the tablet and was running for the door before it hit the ground, but he was stopped by Commander Hicks. He tried to push him away, tried to get past him, but someone came up behind him and pulled him back. He didn't hear what he was saying, didn't hear what anyone else was saying; all he could think about was getting out of there and getting to you. He fought back, tried to get away, tried to get to you, and someone wrapped their arms around him, trying to control his thrashing.

"Calm down, kid," Hondo said, holding him back. "This isn't gonna help. You know that."

He didn't know he was crying until the tears hit his tongue and he tasted their saltiness. He stopped struggling and shook, crying. "Tell me she's okay. She has to be okay."

Hick put a hand on his shoulder and Street looked up, "She's okay. She's being taken to the hospital to be treated for a bullet wound, but she's gonna be okay."

The tightness in his chest released and he breathed, he could breath knowing that. It helped that Hondo let him go and rubbed his back in comfort. "Where was she shot?"

"A bullet grazed her arm, nothing too serious," Hicks said.

Hondo looked up. "Who died?"

Hicks pressed his lips together and shook his head. "Chambers. He took a bullet for her."

Street put his hands on his head as he realized your sergeant was dead. You had looked up to that man since you joined S.W.A.T. He had taught you so much, you raved about this man and thought of him as a father figure. There was no doubt you were going to be devasted when you found out, if you didn't already know. And all Street knew in that moment was he still had to get to you, and no one was going to stop him this time.

Once he got to the hospital, he found you in the emergency room behind a privacy curtain. You looked like Hell, red eyes and a bloody bandage wrapped around your upper arm. As soon as he saw you, he knew you knew.

You looked up at him and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said and went to you. He sat beside you because you'd refused to lay in the bed, so you sat there looking at the floor with sad eyes and a tiredness on your face only a cop could understand. He hugged you, careful of your arm and you cried into his shoulder. "I know, it's okay. It'll be okay."

"It's not okay," you cried and shook your head. "You were right. I was too reckless... and it got Chambers-"

You choked up, unable to say it. He held you closer, held you together, as you cried. A nurse came by and closed the curtain again, giving the two of you as much privacy as possible. He shushed you gently, kissing your head. He understood how much you needed him now more than ever and he would be there for however long you needed him. Even when you'd say he could go home, he wouldn't. He was there for it all.

"No, you didn't," he assured you, "He had your back. He did his job. And you did yours."

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