#lucas protection squad

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve: Hey, where's Eddie and Robin?

Dustin: They're just over here– Argh shit, we lost them to the crowd again!

Lucas: How can we find them? There are too many people here!

Erica: I know a way.

Lucas & Dustin: What way?

Steve: I don't feel good about this...

Erica: Just watch me, losers.

Erica: Steve Harrington fucking sucks!

Steve: Wha–

Eddie & Robin from an Italian ice cream vendor: Who the fuck is talking???!! You piece of fucking shit–

Erica: There they are.

Fun fact: The trick always works perfectly with everyone. One time, they even found Erica when she was gunning for the person who had insulted Lucas. Needless to say, Dustin had *died* in cold blood.

[miaisagirllover]

its always “steve may have triggered b’lly due to him being abused” and never “b’lly may have triggered lucas due to him being bullied for his race”

oddly peculiar that u guys are putting the feeling of a white guy over a black kid but idk man thats just me and my post-muffin sugar rush

[hopelessbaddays]

cant help but think lucas getting people caring about him is like he's forming his own gang to fight mx

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

@lexi-rpb

Chris listened to Lexi as she spoke and she was quite surprised that she wouldn't be returning back to twenty squad. "As long as you're back with SWAT then I'm happy." She admitted to her friend. "It really hasn't been the same around here without you and I know Luca is being over protective, but he knows you'll be in safe hands and who knows, maybe not directly working together is for the best."

[fluentmoviequoter]

Smart Enough

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader (Street's cousin/LAPD consultant)

Summary: While staying with your cousin Street, you assist the LAPD in catching a serial killer, but discover you fit the victim profile. SWAT agrees to protect you, but Street finds out that you and Luca are closer than you seemed.

Warnings: mostly fluff, r is threatened by a serial killer, the request mentioned High Potential and I love that show so I referenced it a lot

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

“The average rent in Los Angeles is $2,153. The average rent in the US overall is somewhere between $1,326 and $1,616. Even if you consider the higher prices, LA’s rent is 24.9% higher than the national average. On my analyst salary, I can’t afford rent and food, so you see my dilemma, right?” you ask before unwrapping a lollipop.

“As much as I enjoyed that presentation, I already agreed to let you stay here,” your cousin, Jim Street, replies.

“I thought you were a consultant,” Luca points out.

You twirl the lollipop in your mouth before pointing it toward Luca. “A consultant is a person who professionally provides expert advice, and an analyst conducts analysis. I technically do both.”

“And you do it well,” Luca replies, winking at you from behind Street.

“Thanks for letting me stay here, Luca,” you tell him. “I promise I’m much better behaved than Street.”

“Duke is better behaved than your cousin.”

Street scoffs loudly in argument, and you nod to agree with Luca. You’ve only been here for a night, but you can already tell you will have a good relationship with him.

“Remember that I gave up my bed for you,” Street says. “Sleeping on the couch where you should be.”

Your phone buzzes, and you read the message before standing. “Thank you, dear, sweet cousin,” you tell Street, hugging his shoulders from behind. “You’re the best. I’ll see you later. Bye, Luca!”

“Bye!” Luca calls.

Street turns toward Luca, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t. No Luca charm on my cousin, okay? She’s off limits.”

Luca salutes Street, but he can already tell you’re special. Even without his so-called Luca charm.

“Tell me what you see,” LAPD Lieutenant Melon requests.

“Hey!” Daphne Forrester says, backpedaling to look into the room. “Did you find a place to stay?”

“Do you mind?” Melon snaps as you answer, “I did! Thanks for suggesting that apartment, but I’m actually staying with my cousin until I can find something more permanent.”

“Permanent like murder?” Melon redirects. “Maybe the one you’re supposed to be consulting on?”

“Sorry,” Daphne says. “We’ll talk later,” she whispers to you.

You nod, then look at the case board before you. Your eyes bounce around the board. “They were all killed within a mile of college campuses, right?”

“Yeah,” Melon says before reading, “Two by UCLA, one by LBCC, and three from CIT.”

“Majors?”

“I don’t know. That’s not exactly something they find on autopsies.”

You stand and round the table to point at a picture. “Leslie Carver. This picture is from the crime scene, look!”

“At what?” Melon groans. “Just tell me what you see, that’s the whole point of having you here.”

“There's ink stains and minor paper cuts on her finger tips, plus a callous from holding a pen. These women were killed because they’re academics, because they’re smart. In fact… victim three, the one by LBCC, she wasn’t even in college.”

“And?”

“He’s not done.” You trace the pins on the map and decide, “There’s a pattern, and it’s nowhere near complete.”

“What’s the pattern? Where’s he going next?”

“I… I don’t know yet.”

You walk into SWAT HQ between two officers. They lead you directly into the situation room and pull up the case file on a large monitor screen. You’re instructed to sit on a stool and shift side-to-side as you wait.

“I’m Commander Hicks, this is Sergeant Harrelson, and 20-David squad-“

Street says your name and demands, “What are you doing here?”

“My job,” you answer, swinging your legs.

“She found a pattern in the Collegiate Killers’ victims,” Hicks says. “How do you two know each other?”

“I live with Luca,” you answer, smiling at him as he fights not to laugh.

“She’s my cousin,” Street corrects. “Who didn’t answer my question about why she’s here.”

“She fits the killer’s type,” Melon says.

Street steps toward you and raises his voice to ask, “What?”

“He’s killing smart people,” you explain with a shrug. “So, you’re safe.”

“Wait,” one of the other officers requests as he pulls Street back. “Can we start at the beginning? Without your commentary, Street?”

Melon waves toward you, and you slide from the stool to point to the map. “Six victims, all murdered within a few miles of college campuses. In order, the scenes were CIT, UCLA, CIT, LBCC, UCLA. On a map, that forms a composite triangle – two smaller triangles creating a larger one by sharing a side. The victims all had IQs over 130, which on the IQ scale means they were moderately gifted. But he’s forming these triangles by moving up in IQ. Victim one, IQ of 132, by victim 6, 139. He’s killing intelligent women, though the triangles are still a head scratcher.”

“What’s your IQ?” Hondo asks.

“145,” you answer softly.

“Highly gifted,” one of the detectives adds.

“If he’s only killing women around colleges, why are you considering yourself a target?” Street asks.

You purse your lips, and Melon explains, “We want to set a trap.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Street,” you begin.

“No,” he exclaims, turning toward you. “We’re not waltzing you into a college to catch some crazed killer. It’s out of the question.”

“It’s not your decision, Street.”

Street clenches his hand into a fist and takes a deep breath.

“That’s why they’re here, Street,” Hicks adds. “She’s not going in alone.”

“And how exactly do you expect to lead him to you specifically?” Street asks. “You’re not going to be the only smart woman on USC's campus.”

“No,” you agree. “But I will be the expert giving an unscripted seminar on medieval jousting and wearing a short skirt.”

Street opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He shakes his head and returns to Luca’s side but crosses his arms and glares at you.

“I trust you to keep me safe,” you say. “If that helps at all.”

“A bit,” he grumbles.

“We’ve got two days,” Hicks announces. “The seminar is at one p.m., but we can’t have obvious police presence on campus. So, let’s talk logistics.”

“Street,” you sigh, stopping at the end of the couch. “You know I wouldn’t just do this if I thought it wasn’t necessary.”

Street huffs and turns his face into a pillow. You drop your jacket onto his legs and sit, smiling as he pulls his feet out from under you at the last second.

“What can I say to make this better?” you ask.

“That you’re not going to do it.”

“I can’t say that Street. You know I didn’t get into this job on purpose, but I’m good at it, and I want to help make sure other women aren’t senselessly murdered just because they’re smart.”

“For someone so smart, you’re pretty stupid sometimes,” Street says against the couch cushion.

“I guess you’re wearing off on me.”

You yell dramatically as Street kicks your side, then laugh and fall against him. Luca clears his throat from the doorway, and when you look up, he tips his head toward the kitchen.

“Want something to drink, Street?” you ask.

“Something strong.”

“One water with mint coming up.”

Street continues grumbling as you leave his side and follow Luca. He smiles, asks what you’d like for dinner, and then begins gathering the ingredients.

“I’m nervous,” you admit softly.

Luca takes your hand and promises, “I’ll be with you the whole time. We all will.”

You lean against Luca’s chest, sighing as he holds you close. When Street stands from the couch, you separate quickly. Moving in with them was supposed to be temporary, just a place to sleep, but each moment you spend with Luca makes you more hesitant to leave.

“Are you ready?” Street asks.

You take a deep breath and nod. “Ask me a question about jousting.”

“Why did they use lances?”

“Actually, the lance was only one of three acceptable weapons for jousting,” you answer immediately. “The others were axes and swords. Later in jousting, the sword became more widely used because the cross guard resembled a crucifix.”

“You’ve got this,” Street assures, squeezing your hand once. “And you’re wearing my jacket, so you have to come back.”

“Of course.”

As you walk into the college auditorium, you smile at a few passing students and faculty, then find your place at the podium. Luca smiles from the back row, and several younger officers are scattered throughout the room. A professor introduces you, and the questions begin nearly immediately. Luca watches everyone who speaks but makes sure to catch your gaze every few minutes to give you a reassuring nod.

When your hour and a half is up, you thank everyone, then exit into what appears to be an empty hallway.

“Excuse me,” a man who looks to be in his thirties calls as he steps out of another door. “I had something I wanted to share if that’s okay.”

“Sure,” you agree, pressing your upper arms against your ribs beneath Street’s jacket.

“Some jousters bolted their armor to their saddles.” He steps toward you, and you hold your ground despite the intense urge to keep room between you. “I’ve been known to find more creative ways to keep women where I want them.”

“Do you know who I am?” you ask, tilting your head to the right.

He says your name, IQ, and educational history, and asks, “That sound about right?”

“You’ve done your research. But you forgot LAPD consultant.”

His hand closes around your throat, his fingers digging into the tense muscles along the side of your neck before he pulls you against him. He turns you so your back is against his chest and pulls a knife from his belt to push against your side.

“LAPD SWAT!” Hondo yells from behind you.

The man spins quickly, his arm tightening around your throat. Street tenses behind Hondo, and your heart rate calms when you see almost all of 20 Squad in uniform with guns aimed at the killer against your back. Luca is absent, you notice.

“Drop the weapon!” Street commands.

You gasp as the arm against you tightens, but it suddenly drops. The knife hits the tile floor with a sharp noise, and the man steps back from you as his hands raise.

“Smarter than he looks,” Luca taunts.

You turn on your heel and release a sigh when you see Luca behind the serial killer.

“Not that smart,” you add softly.

“Interlace your fingers behind your head,” Luca instructs.

Street rushes to your side, pulls you into a tight hug, and whispers quickly against your shoulder.

“I didn’t hear any of that,” you admit, patting his back.

“I was telling you I’m glad he didn’t cut my jacket,” Street lies.

“Can I go home now?”

“Paperwork first,” Lieutenant Melon says as he enters the hall. “Welcome to police life.”

“I’ll have dinner ready when you get home,” Luca promises.

“I knew moving in with him was a good idea.”

When you return to Luca and Street’s house, lean against the door, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Street reluctantly agreed to go out with his friends and blow off some steam after a stressful week, so you expect you’ll have the house to yourself.

“Need anything?” Luca asks.

You shake your head without opening your eyes, and Luca carefully takes your bag from your hand.

“Thanks,” you murmur. “For everything.”

“Anytime.”

“So,” you begin.

After several seconds, Luca asks, “So?”

“You know how Street’s super protective of me?” Luca hums, and you tip your head down and open your eyes. “He hates when I go on dates, of course, but… I really like you, Luca.”

“You’re smart enough to know how I feel about you.”

“Street wouldn’t like it if we did anything.”

“Anything like what? Went on a date?”

You nod, and Luca shrugs.

“What should we do about that?”

You push off the door and step toward Luca, raising your arms to wrap around his shoulders. Luca’s arms circle your waist and pull you closer. With your forehead against his, you decide you're okay with whatever dramatic response Street has.

“I recommend we tell him in a crowded room, so he doesn’t hit me,” Luca whispers.

You tilt your jaw toward his and reply, “Or we stop thinking about him for now,” before you brush your lips against Luca’s.

“It’s believed that the LAPD actually coined the acronym SWAT,” you say.

“You’re back,” Street says as he enters the room, looking around for the detectives you accompanied last time. “Friendly visit?”

You nod and continue your story. “After the Texas Tower Incident, LAPD formed their SWAT team. The concept originated in the late 1960s after sniping incidents. The unit was originally designated the ‘D’ Platoon.”

“I can’t believe you’re related to Street,” Chris muses.

“Me neither,” Tan agrees. “You’re so smart, and he’s so… Street.”

“Hey, I’m smart!” Street interjects.

“Smart enough, maybe,” Hondo adds.

“Not very observant though,” Luca says.

You smile and take Luca’s hand, and Street’s eyes bounce rapidly between your shared hands, your face, and then Luca’s.

“You’re going to get dizzy,” you warn.

“Luca, she’s my cousin!” he exclaims.

“Yeah,” Luca says.

“You can’t date my cousin.”

“Can, and am.”

“I’ll kick you out.”

“It’s my house,” Luca argues, and you ask, “Wait, me?”

Street rubs his hand over his mouth, then promises, “I’ll find a way to fix this.”

“Street,” you say, stepping toward him and using your best loving cousin smile. “I really like him. He makes me happy.”

Street stares at you for a moment, then turns away. “Deacon, tell me you get it.”

“I get how she and Luca look at each other.”

Street tips his head back and groans. “Hurt her, Luca, and-“

“Please, I’d hurt him first,” you interrupt. Luca’s jaw drops, and you promise, “I know you won’t, but it’s the only way to shut him up.”

[miaisagirllover]

me when im trying to find good lucas sinclair content but its just cross-tagged st'ddie fanfic

i’m so serious right now, what is with steddie shippers and crosstagging their ship everywhere? 😡

[wileys-russo]

Could you write something for Alessia where reader is her sister and gets her first england call up. I feel like less would be such a good older sister, slightly protective and over bearing but also just making sure reader is fitting in and has no trouble.

the call up II a.russo x sister!reader

the call up II a.russo x sister!reader

you'd been sat with a few of your club team mates watching a movie together at beths house when you'd gotten the call, shock written all over your face as you glanced down and saw the contact name.

"go! answer it." beth whispered with an encouraging nod as you hurried to your feet and raced out of the living room, hyper aware of the eyes watching as you did so.

accepting sarina's call the dutch woman got straight to the point. you'd seen her in the crowd at a few of the home games you'd started in, and sure enough she advised she'd been impressed with what she'd seen, offering you a spot at the next camp with the senior team.

she was honest in the chances of you getting minutes in the game against scotland were slim, but the opportunity to train with the senior team and absorb and learn was there and waiting as you eagerly accepted, sarina advising she would see you at camp before ending the call.

your first call was to your parents who were over the moon, promising they'd keep it quiet until the squad for camp was officially announced, though within a few seconds your phone lit up with a flurry of notifications as the news was put into the family group chat making you roll your eyes with a fond smile.

you stood to return back to your team mates but your phone lit up with another call, your sisters name and contact photo she despised flashing across the screen making you snicker with amusement at the unflattering 0.5 angle of her with bed hair and a scowl in high definition.

"hi less." you greeted with a chuckle. "you still haven't changed my contact photo have you?" the blonde sighed knowingly as you laughed properly looking at it again.

"of course not, and i won't be anytime soon unless i take an uglier photo." you teased as she mocked you under your breath. "you're such a little shit. but anyway, why the hell did i have to find out about your call up from luca?" alessia scoffed accusingly and you didn't need to be on facetime to imagine the stern frown which would be plastered across her features.

"because no one in this family knows how to keep anything to themselves, you especially." you rolled your eyes, sending a smile and a thumbs up to beth who poked her head in to check on you, the older girl sending you a warm smile back and retreating to the living room.

"i should have been your first call, i'm your only sister and i'll be at camp too. your first call up to the senior squad is a huge deal!" alessia lectured before dropping tone and congratulating you, the two of you having imagined for years what it would be like if you ever made the senior team together.

you were disappointed not to make the world cup roster but having the extra time to focus on football with your club had benefited you immensely in other ways, and you just needed to consistently remind yourself that everything happened for a reason.

you'd started off your professional career with a short term contract at bristol city, and after a year of starting and a semi successful season you were offered a three year contract with manchester united which had always been your goal.

alessia had already known of the offer before you did of course, ella and mary having to practically hold her down to stop her calling to pressure you into accepting the moment she found out.

but none the less it was an offer too good to decline for any club, let alone your childhood dreams of one day playing for united coming true and to get the opportunity to play alongside and see alessia every day.

the two of you fought tooth and nail growing up as sisters did and always over the most ridiculous of things.

but regardless of that and the near five year age gap you were always close, your relationship only strengthening once alessia went away to college and you weren't living on top of one another anymore.

you'd only played a single season with united, most of it spent on the bench or as an impact sub, but you loved the girls and found yourself falling hard for manchesters charm.

which is why the loan had been quite the shock, no real warning given when the club accepted an offer from spurs on your behalf, both you and grace traded with the hopes of gaining proper game time and starting minutes under your belts.

alessia had kicked off the moment it went public, first at you for not telling her and then at everyone else who would listen to her frustrations which you knew mostly stemmed from a worry of how you would go moving to a different place and a different team all on your own.

only, you weren't alone. with grace by your side you adjusted easily into this new challenge in your life, you and the midfielder growing even closer than you were when you were at united, and now you both found no trouble calling each other a best friend, attached at the hip and practically inseparable.

"-i'll come and pick you up friday for dinner for mums birthday. i love you!" alessia confirmed, clearing pausing waiting for you to say it back. "don't you dare hang up and not say it back you little shit." your sister scoffed as you grinned, forever finding it all too easy to get under her skin.

"love you lessi, see you friday!" with that you hung up, hearing the girls in the other room start to argue over what to order for dinner as you took a moment to let it all sink in.

you'd finally done it.

~

"you've got your kits yeah? and the tracksuits, and the training ones, and your socks, and your cleats, and you need to be careful you're not wearing anything that isn't adidas branded if you're being filmed or there's pictures taken by the social media team-" your sister lectured over the phone as you rolled your eyes and flicked her to speaker.

"-then you'll get the schedule when you arrive but i'll show you where everything is anyway. if we're not roomed near each other i'll still come and find you every morning and we can have breakfast before training and i'll run you through the daily schedules-" you started to tune her out as you flicked through your closet, humming every now and then to appease her.

"-are you even listening to me?" you only hummed again, completely checked out of the conversation now as you wrestled to get your suitcase closed. "oh my god you've got me on speaker and you've left the room again like last time. OI!" you winced and zoned back in as she shouted loudly.

"no! i'm right here idiot. but i know you love the sound of your own voice so who was i to interrupt?" you chuckled, grunting as you sat on top of your case and finally got it closed.

“ha ha ha, very funny. what the hell are you doing anyway? why are you grunting and groaning are you working out right now?” your sister questioned. “no! im trying to close my case, which i now have!” you sighed victoriously zipping it up.

“you haven’t finished packing?” alessia shouted as you rolled your eyes. “less.” you warned, muting her momentarily as she ignored you and started to rant and rave about how you needed to step up and be an adult.

returning a few moments later you unmuted her, catching her mid story of something you really weren’t all that interested in.

“oh no less you’re breaking up I can’t hear you!” you spoke in a monotone, voice dripping with sarcasm as you scrunched a piece of paper and made glitchy noises with your mouth.

“seriously? you can’t even just say you don’t want to talk anymore? you have to make up some bullshit excuse and-“ her words fell short as you clicked the red end call button with a chuckle, tossing the ball of paper over your shoulder.

you watched the texts fly in from her, unhappy with your attitude and warning you needed to be mature on camp which you silenced with a roll of your eyes, interrupted by your security buzzer going.

“sorry don’t want any.” you grinned as grace’s head appeared in the security camera, the girl pulling a face and flipping you off as you buzzed her in. “cars here! im not comin up, you’re comin down. hurry!” the brunette warned as your eyes widened and you rushed about making sure you had everything.

you jolted in surprise as a knock sounded on your door, flinging it open and frowning when grace stood there with a grin. “aih ya dickhead the car isn’t here yet it’s not even ten, too easy!” your best friend laughed pushing past you as she dumped her own bags by the door.

“you are such a wind up.”

~

“you nervous?” you asked grace, tapping her knee to gain her attention as the car turned into st georges park and she pulled her headphones down around her neck.

“nah not really. you shouldn’t be either! we wouldn’t have been called up if they didn’t think we wasn’t ready, and your sister is here anyway to look after ya.” grace reminded with a smile, pushing your head with a wink as the two of you rough housed for a bit before the car parked up.

“cameras rollin. how’d i look then?” grace fluttered her eyelashes making you grin. “ugly as ever. come on hillary!” you slid out of the car before she could retaliate, groaning at the nickname.

you knew from the way your phone had been blowing up that your sister was already here, having arrived earlier this morning with lotte and beth.

so it wasn’t any real surprise when you’d hardly stepped a foot out of the car and she appeared, hovering at the top of the stairs with ella plastered to her side who sent you and grace a grin and a wave.

both of you grabbing your bags you flashed a smile and fist bumped the media staff who were filming entrances as you and grace ascended the stairs.

“ready for your first camp girls?” you and grace both echoed back a yes, grinning at the camera before someone wiggled their way in between you both and slung their arms over your shoulders.

"big sister gonna look out for you then?" the staff laughed as alessia beamed and squeezed both you and grace tightly. "well she's got big shoes to follow, we've been working on her backheel." alessia joked, the camera crew moving toward the next van which pulled up which was full of the city girls.

"less get off." you huffed, grace wiggling away and tackling ella in a hug, the taller of the two dragging them inside in a headlock as your sister only gripped you tighter.

"absolutely not, roomie." the older girl grinned smugly as your face fell. "oh you've gotta be kidding me!" you groaned throwing your head back in annoyance.

"she's messin with you, we don't share rooms anymore on camp." a new voice sounded behind you as you managed to throw off alessia's arm and charge toward them. "mazza!" you cheered happily, launching at her as she caught you with a grunt.

"baby russo!" the girl cheered in the same tone before dropping you back to your feet. "just my actual name is fine thank you." you shoved her playfully with a roll of your eyes. "not this camp or any camp after, that is your name now. or we could go with B.R for short?" mary teased tugging on your ears.

"i'm quite fond of her childhood nickname." alessia chimed in with a smirk as you sent her a murderous glare. "don't you dare, or i'll spill one of your secrets. and we both know that i have plenty of them to choose from!" you smirked back as her face fell.

"rat." alessia muttered, nodding for you to follow her as she grabbed your bags and headed for the elevator to show you to your room.

"we'll talk later. you spill some of those secrets and theres more where this came from kid." mary whispered, sliding a tenner into your pocket with a pat and a wink.

~

you were mid dream when you first heard it, the repeated thudding which seemed to leak into your subconscious as suddenly you realized you weren't dreaming anymore and someone was knocking furiously on your door.

raising your head from your pillow you blinked groggily and rubbed your eyes so hard you saw stars, stumbling out of bed and tripping over the corner of the duvet where your foot got stuck in bed.

hitting the ground with a thud and a grunt the knocking stopped for a moment and you paused, unsure if you'd imagined it.

"for god sakes hurry up!" nope, didn't imagine it.

"what?" you retorted grumpily, mornings your least favourite time of day as you rubbed your face and your sister barreled in past you without so much as a greeting.

"go away alessia its too early!" you groaned, shutting the door and trudging back toward your bed. "you haven't even hung anything up? for god sakes this is a hotel this isn't your bedroom at home you can't just fling shit around and leave your mess everywhere like a tornado!" your sister lectured with a click of her tongue, busying herself picking things up and putting them away.

"i've not even been here for twenty four hours yet less surely that stick up your ass is gonna sting something terrible by the end of the week?" you grumbled, sliding back into bed as your sister shot you a filthy look at her shoulder.

"hilarious. but you have to be professional here and set a good reputation for yourself, especially your first camp. that means up on time, early for breakfast, one of the first to the pitch, extra reps in the gym-" you tuned her out, quite the expert at it by now, eyes slipping closed again.

"urgh get off!" you moaned as a weight settled on top of you, wheezing slightly as alessia made herself comfortable sitting on your back. "you have...forty six seconds to get up yourself before i drag you out of this bed by your ankles and we both know i will!" your sister threatened seriously, checking her watch.

"you're so fucking annoying. this is worse than when we both lived at home, at least then you also used to hate mornings!" you exhaled deeply, star fishing out on the bed as she wriggled and purposefully bore more of her taller form into you.

"twenty nine, twenty eight, twenty seven..." the blonde counted down ignoring your statements. "can hardly get up myself with you on top of me can i bigfoot?" you snapped, alessia rolling off of you and squealing as your leg kicked out to push her off the bed.

"right! three, two, one." and with that she flung the covers off, grabbing your ankles and true to her word yanking you out of bed, your body hitting the carpeted floor with a thump as she loomed over you.

"get dressed. if theres no pancakes when we get to breakfast i will be holding you personally responsible and you will pay for it!" your older sister warned, grabbing your top in hand and hauling you up to your feet, shoving a pile of clothes into your hand and pushing you toward the bathroom.

"stop manhandling me hagrid!" you snapped as alessia chose to ignore you, making your bed up and getting herself comfortable on top of it, scrolling through her phone as you snatched yours from the nightstand.

"hurry up!" you were trying to brush your hair back into something more presentable, face still puffy from your half asleep state as her fist thumped loudly against the door.

with a roll of your eyes you gave up, flipping your head and tying your hair up into a messy bun. poking at the bags under your eyes with a sigh, the impatient knocking continuing as you quickly covered them up with a few dabs of concealer.

"i hope you break your hand." you spoke in a monotone as you flung the door open, barely having ten seconds to step outside before her hands grabbed the collar of your jumper and dragged you out of the room.

"let go less! i'm not four years old trying to run away in a shopping centre for god sakes i don't need you to hold my hand i am an adult." you huffed, ripping your hand away from hers and storming off ahead to the elevator as alessia hung back for a second to wait for ella to catch up.

"might need this though? and everyone says you're the genius in the family." alessia held up your key card which was the only thing that allowed you to enter and exit the elevator, holding it out of your reach.

"say sorry for being so grumpy." alessia demanded with a smug smile as you tried to stretch for the card without luck, your sister always having had a head or two of height on you with her ridiculously long limbs.

"no! didn't you make a big song and dance about not being late for breakfast? because the only one making us late is you!" the older girl groaned as you punched her half heartedly in the stomach, snatching the key as she doubled over.

"mary she's tryna kill me!" you hid behind the taller keeper using her body as a shield as she joined you with grace in tow, alessia sending you daggers from across the elevator as mary chuckled but remained a nice protective barrier between the two of you anyway.

"alessia!" you protested as your sister snatched your plate, dumping what you'd already chosen and picking your food for you, pushing you away every few seconds with her spare hand as you tried to intervene.

"why are you such a mum? i can pick my own food!" you demanded which was dismissed with a flick of her hand, too busy chattering away to ella to pay you and your whinging any attention.

"you have to fuel your body properly and that means a balanced breakfast." the blonde lectured, holding your plate hostage in her hands as she walked off.

with your food held captive you were forced you to follow her as you sent grace a pleading look who only smirked and shook her head, sat at a different table than the one your sister sat down at.

"baby russo! where have you been hiding then? i missed you." lucy pulled you into a hug as you took your seat beside her and across from alessia who finally slid your plate over to you. "hiding from her!" you grumbled, stabbing your eggs and shooting alessia a glare who smiled and wiggled her fingers at you in a sarcastic wave.

you sighed and glanced down at your plate which granted was loaded, but not with everything you'd have put on it thanks to your sisters apparent new nutritionist qualifications.

your face lit up as mary joined the table, subtly dumping two hashbrowns and an extra piece of bacon onto your plate with a wink as she sat on your other side squishing you between her and lucy as the three of you fell into conversation.

"oi baby russo, sarina wants to see ya." you'd finished eating as millie suddenly appeared, nodding for you to follow her as your face paled a little, head swirling with a hundred worries of why she might want to see you, all of them negative.

"i can take her mills." your sister stepped in with a reassuring smile as millie headed off to grab breakfast. "come on." she stood with a flick of her head as mary squeezed your shoulder and stacked your empty plate on top of hers.

following after your sister you didn't speak a single word, holding your breath until you stepped out of the cafeteria and the noise and chatter of the team ceased, exhaling shakily.

"come here." your sister spoke softly and opened her arms as you settled into them, your own wrapping around her torso as she embraced you, chin resting on the top of your head.

"i know all you can think of is bad reasons why she wants to see you, but if you freak out and focus on all of the what ifs then you're going to ruin this opportunity for yourself before we even start." alessia murmured, rubbing your back comfortingly.

"she probably just wants to check how you're settling in and go through the motions with you. so stop overthinking because i can hear your tiny little brain going into a meltdown." she teased lightly as you cracked a smile.

she let you go but her arm slipped over your shoulder drawing you into her side as she walked you down to the office, pausing a couple doors down and turning you to face her.

"i love you, sarina loves you, the girls loves you. this is your moment, grab it with two hands and make the most of it yeah? show them why you got called up and why you've earned a place on this team." her hands settled on your shoulders as if trying to charge you up with confidence as you nodded.

she might be overbearing, overprotective and over dramatic at the best of times. but alessia would always be your big sister and secretly, you'd never tell her this, without her you wouldn't be half the human let alone the footballer you were, and it flooded you with relief to take the plunge into this next step of your career with her by your side.

again you didn't dare to tell her that for fear of the relentless teasing that would follow. but you didn't need to anyway, she already knew, because sisters always know.

[reddesires]

What type of lover they are (POTA Headcanons, Noa, Caesar, Blue eyes, and Koba)

Noa is an attentive lover. He's always observing you on your likes or dislikes, what makes you laugh aloud, and when he needs to listen to your protests or internal conflicts. He's new to the prospects of love, but he's always willing to learn how he can love you to the best of his ability.

•Noa always wants to involve you in his daily life, you don't mind since you know otherwise he'd be busy with his duties, he doesn't mind when he singing to the eagles and you being there, he sees how intrigued you are while watching him bond with the eagles. He lets you know that he very much wants you to be involved with helping him coronate the bonding ceremonies for the young apes. You were shocked but truly touched, so you immediately agreed.

•He'll do just about anything to get you alone. He truly is addicted to your presence, and he'll try to get through all his tasks just so you two can sneak off somewhere. You mentioned that he was always taking you on 'dates' and he was utterly confused before you explained the human terminology, so now he grabs you by hand with a "time to go on date" while leading you to wherever he had planned for that date, you absolutely loved each and every date he has taken you on.

Caesar is a protective lover. After the loss of Cornelia, Caesar makes it his life's mission to make sure your out of harm's way, he's very endearing about it and in no way overbearing.

•You have your very own protection squad consisting of Rocket, Luca, and Blue Eyes. You give a slight fuss when Caesar tries to convince you to stay behind on hunts so the squad rotates on who is on duty of being your body guard (you do feel bad about it but they don't seem to mind).

•Caesar will always have an arm either over you or pulling you into his side when sleeping, he's a back sleeper so he'll be layed out in an almost sitting up position, his body facing the entrance of the nest incase he has to jump up in defense, he prefers you to be snuggled up into his side with your hand resting on his chest.

•He's on high alert whenever you two travel outside of the colony, always making sure that the area is safe for you to wander in with no fear of danger being around, he tends to walk infront of you with your hand tucked into his so he knows your close to him, despite being on high alert while traveling he always make the time worth while, he just wants to make sure it's safe before he settles to indulge in his alone time with you.

Blue Eyes is a gentle lover. He's very soft spoken with you, there has never been a time that he's expressed anger towards you, there is disputes that happen but he seems more disappointed and irritated but never outright angry at you. His gentle nature to you naturally bloomed a peaceful love between you two.

•You two spend a lot of time together caring for Cornelius and it almost simulates a feeling of having your own little family and often a 'what if' conversation will occur, Blue Eyes will have little Cornelius in his arms and he'll look up at you with a glint in eye and you know what he's about to say so you smile shyly "what if we had a baby?" his voice that gentle baritone voice gracing your ears as you feel the thin skin on your nose warm at the possibility "the baby would be cute like you. "

•It's a ritual to always touch foreheads before he leaves the colony and when he returns the first thing he does is look for you so you could kiss foreheads to ease your nerves, you always worry for his safety ever since he was attacked by the bear and he returned with the deep gashes, it damn near gave you a heart attack and he got a scolding from you before you gave him a hurried kiss and touched foreheads. He has no protests on either receiving your scolds or your affections. He's happy to be on the receiving end for anything from you.

Koba is an obsessive lover. He's very much aggro towards the male population even breathing the same air as you and you often find yourself giving him the side eye, you kinda scold him on behaving before resuming on with whatever task needs to be done, with him close behind.

•You two kinda of have a tough love infront of others, you bickering back and forth and act annoyed with each other but in private, the atmosphere is calm and intimate as you lay close together in your nest and he almost clings to you in his sleep since he struggles with nightmares in sleep so you soothe him gently so he'll settle again in the throes of sleep, you don't bother bringing it up in conversation since you know he'll only deny and give a slight cold shoulder so you rather keep it a secret only you are allowed to know.

•You are his weakness, Caesar will sometimes play it safe and come to you so you can convince koba of something, sometimes he'll resist and give mad attitude but 9 times out of 10 he'll come around and finally agree and you of course tease a bit before shutting up and before he changes his mind out of spite. One time you had begged him to take you to a abandoned human settlement and he was adamant on it being too dangerous but he saw how truly upset you looked so he let out a loud sigh with exasperation as he finally relented, you jumped up immediately kissing his cheek with elation, absolutely overjoyed of getting your way and he knew that but it didn't really bother him as much.

[littlewrensx]

@chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet

She hadn't seen or spoken to him in what felt like months. The breakup had been... rough. Though it was a clean break, it had really killed her to not be with him anymore. She had switched to a different department so she wouldn't have to run into him as much. Though it meant missing the rest of the squad, she had to protect her heart. Tonight she was going to have to face him though. Chris was having a party and insisted she come, and she missed her old SWAT family so much. So there she was, standing with Chris and Annie and filling them in on how life was going lately. Her eyes immediately found Luca the minute he walked in, her heart beating faster as she saw him making his way through the party.

[esides9912]

Meet Evan Magnus Lucas

Son of Elias Bouchard (father) and Peter Lucas (dad), He's in his early 20's (around 22) and has connections to both The Eye and The Lonely (though he feels a stronger pull towards The Lonely). He reluctantly works at the Magnus institute due to Elias' insistence where he mostly just supervises everything (Elias calls him his "mini eyes"). During early season 2 while away with his dad for business he bumped into Julia and Trevor (a rather unpleasant experience for all parties involved) but walked away with something special, Gerry's page. He then uses this page to torment Gerry along with the archive squad. One day after messing with Jon though Evan is interrupted by the sight of a yellow door that shouldn't be there (he of course already knew of Michael and at the time hated him). after a heated exchange where Michael cuts Gerry's tie to the page (somehow reviving him) and Evan gets injured he lunges at Michael only to end up in the corridors. Evan then emerges 3 weeks later dazed and more than a little pissed, but that night when he sleeps he dreams of Michael, and the corridors, and being so weak against this inhuman thing..... Needless to say he began a not-so-hidden obsession with Michael while Michael was completely focused on Gerry. A couple days later while in his father's office he notices Elias acting strange, turns out the original Elias was able to take back control of his body. This leads to the original Elias finding out a lot of things. After a heart-to-heart with Martin original Elias decides to try and make things better in his relationship with Evan (which Evan secretly wants more than anything). Original Elias then goes to give Jon a statement only for Jonah to take back control (and end up giving Jon the idea to break the table keeping not-sasha steady). Original Elias then comes back and, to protect him from not-sasha, Evan takes original Elias to his study within The Lonely. Unfortunately in Evan's study Jonah is able to regain control which angers Evan (his one chance of having a loving father stripped from him) so he (unknowingly) almost kills Jonah through using The Lonely (Peter was barely able to stop him). During season 3 once Evan finds out Helen has replaced Michael he leaves and isn't seen till after the unknowing. During Jon's coma he returns only to be manipulated by Helen into being her toy (using him in a mirrored way to how he used Gerry). After Jon is back though He's made to keep an eye on Jon. He actually starts to bond with Jon until Evan tries to protect his parents from Jon and Martin. During season 5 Evan is found as a prisoner in his own domain but is rescued by Jon and Martin (reluctantly). He tries to stop Jon from killing Helen, thinking she loves him, only for her to reveal how stupid he is and how she used him so easily.

[miaisagirllover]

THATS IT IM FUCKING DONE WITH YALL NIGGA'S BULLSHIT FUCK YALL

JUST SAW A B'LLY STAN TRY MAKE THE SCENE WHERE HE IS LITTERALY GONNA HURT LUCAS ABOUT B'LLY

"he's literally breaking the character in this moment.he doesn't want him to stay away he wants lucas to stay with her. " BOY SHUT YOUR ASS UP JUST ACCEPT THAT HE'S A RACIST AND VIOLENT PIECE OF SHIT

lucas already gets nearly no attention and appreciation by the st fandom (unless its for propping up ships, looking at st'ddie) so for ppl to make a scene about lucas into a sympathy campaign for b'lly is HORRIBLE

and i know imma get like 3 anons in the next hour telling me "oh its just a show" "why are you getting mad someone has an opinion" just know im ignoring yall unless u have a valid fucking point. and considering the anons are probably b'lly stans, yall have no brain so valid points are non-exisistant in ur community

[germhammy]

“Hyde meetings”

Principal Thropp called an emergency assembly at the Jericho High School gym for the Nevermore students with the Mayor Santiago. There were Jericho residents whom Mayor Santiago trusted invited as well as some of the Jericho High School students

Principal Thropp: Greetings. As many of you may or may not know, last year’s incident was caused by a descendant of Joseph Crackstone, Laurel Gates/ Marylin Thornhill. With the help of an outcast creature known as a Hyde. Mrs Walker will continue

Mrs Walker: my husband Noble Walker was mayor before he was killed by we now know Laurel Gates. He was also owner of Pilgrim World which I have now taken on those duties. Wednesday Addams is a descendant of Gudrun Addams who killed Joseph Crackstone. Before those of you from Jericho start mumbling, I ask you to please look into the history of what really happened in Jericho and who Joseph Crackstone really was. My son Lucas has been looking into the history of Jericho and its history with the outcasts as part of his community service. To the outcasts who may be apprehensive about my and Mayor Santiago’s willingness to help you? I present Gomez and Morticia Addams and their children Wednesday and Pugsley

Morticia: some of you may know that Gomez and I attended Nevermore with Larissa Weems. Francoise Galpin, I do not recall her maiden name was also in our class. She was on my fencing team. I don’t know what triggered her Hyde. But if she loved her husband and child as much as I love my Gomez and my Wednesday and Pugsley? Her vengeance may be upon those who she feels wronged her, her husband and her child. That includes obviously the outcasts and Nevermore but also Jericho. Lucas? You have asked to speak. The floor is yours

Lucas: thank you, Morticia. Many of you, including those who I once called my friends, Jonah and Carter, have said I’ve gone soft because Bianca Barclay is my girlfriend. That has nothing to do with it. While serving my community service time at Nevermore I witnessed first hand what goes on in that school. It’s not much different than ours despite some out of the ordinary appearances of some of the outcasts. They are just like us. Whining about pop quizzes, cafeteria food, flirting. I also did research on my own in order to help my mom preserve the history and further bolster the integrity of Pilgrim World. I have sat in on conversations with Bianca, Enid and Wednesday about what happened. I once called Tyler Galpin my friend. Don’t think that just because ‘he likes you that’ you will be spared. The fact that he is with his mother and they are both Hydes who knows what vendetta they have against Jericho. Mayor Santiago?

Mayor Santiago: nicely said, Lucas. Principal Thropp and I are encouraging both Jericho students and Nevermore students to work together. Please stay indoors tonight. If you wish to help in the protection of our town or think you have something to contribute to its defense please talk to Sheriff Jackson to be added to the protection squad or the Addams Family to be added to the defense squad. Please be serious with your desire. Most of you will recall the brutality of the murders by ‘the bear’. That was the Hyde. Not a bear.

[shisekibo]

[Story Translation] Chapter One - The Contract We Made [Episode Two: Part Five]

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Seraphim:

“Now... Let the real fun begin."

Cherubim:

“Try and take this."

Haures:

“They're coming...! Everyone, at the ready!"

Boschi:

“Got it..."

flap... flap...

Lamli:

“Huh? They flew right over us?"

Fennesz:

“They're aiming for the Guard Squad!"

Lono:

“Master's in danger!"

Haures:

“Everyone, we're going to join the Guard Squad!"

Haures:

“We need to protect the Master..."

dash...

Berrien:

“They're coming this way."

Lucas:

“Everyone, protect the Master..."

Miyaji:

“Let them come..."

Bastien:

“We'll protect Master..."

Muu:

“Me too!"

Berrien:

“Don't worry, Master. We'll protect you, no matter what."

Choices:

“O-okay..."

flap... flap...

Seraphim:

“Hello there..."

Cherubim:

“Hmm..."

Berrien:

“They covered that distance in no time at all..."

Bastien:

“They're really fast..."

Seraphim:

“Come now, don't look so scared. Are we really that frightening?"

Cherubim:

“Seraphim. We don't have time to chat. We need to hurry up and carry out the plan."

Cherubim:

“And..."

woosh...

Cherubim:

“The Devil Butlers are shooting at us."

Seraphim:

“Fine, fine."

Seraphim:

“Don't worry your pretty heads. Butlers, Master..."

Seraphim:

“We don't plan on hurting you."

Muu:

“What did he just say...?"

Choices:

“That he's not going to hurt us?"

dash...

Haures:

“You! Get away from our Master!"

Seraphim:

“Oh my, you caught up already, Haures."

Seraphim:

“Don't worry... We won't hurt you."

Cherubim:

“Yes."

Seraphim:

“We promised you, didn't we, Haures?"

Haures:

“Promised? What are you talking about?"

Seraphim:

“You brought us humans, just as you promised you would. Information on such powerful nobles is worth a lot to us."

Seraphim:

“Thank you. We're very grateful."

Haures:

“You're lying...!"

Cherubim:

“You don't need to hide it anymore, Haures."

Cherubim:

“We'll take all the humans you brought for us."

Cherubim:

“You don't need to worry about them finding out about our deal."

Cherubim:

“We used our power to bring back your sister, and you brought us humans. That was the contract."

Haures:

“What are you talking about...?"

Scouting Party Commanding Officer:

“Devil Butler! So that was your plan..."

Scouting Party Commanding Officer:

“That's why you were so eager to go on this expedition!"

Haures:

“That's not true! They're lying!"

Cherubim:

“Let us begin..."

With that, the two Intelligent Angels began to glow...

Everything around out was drowned out with white light.

Berrien:

“It's so bright!"

Bastien:

“Ugh..."

Choices:

“I can't open my eyes..."

crack...

Berrien:

“Master, are you okay?"

Choices:

“I-I'm okay..."

The blinding light faded. Finally, we were able to see again.

Choices:

“What just happened...?"

Scouting Party Soldier:

“Someone! Help us!"

Choices:

“!!"

I followed the direction the voice was coming from...

...to see the entire scouting party and Sardeis army trapped in a large bird cage.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Speaking of Family

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: Luca's team is concerned about his relationship with you. He suggests that you break the ice with them and you learn more about his family.

Warnings: minor angst, major fluff, 20 Squad being a family, spoilers about Street and his mom

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

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“Are you coming out with us tonight, Luca?” Street asks before he closes his locker.

“Not tonight,” Luca answers. “Maybe next time.”

Hondo and Deacon slow their movements before they turn to look at Luca.

“You have another date?” Deacon inquires.

“Same girl?” Hondo adds.

“That is how it tends to work when you have a girlfriend,” Luca jokes. When he sees their concerned expression, he sighs and closes his locker. “Why don’t you like her?”

“It’s not that we don’t like her,” Deacon explains, “but we haven’t met her. We don’t know what to think.”

“Nobody wants to see you get hurt again, man,” Hondo adds.

“How do you expect us to be sure of her, or think anything at all, without meeting her? You tell us about her…” He shrugs and adds, “Hard to form an opinion without knowing about her character, like if she’s the kind of girl that will break your heart and make you crash with one of us again.”

“Street!” Hondo yells.

“He didn’t mean that,” Deacon defends.

“Yes, he did,” Luca replies. “And I get it. You may not believe it, but I do. It won’t end like that. When the time is right, I’ll introduce her.”

“Be careful,” Hondo encourages.

“Yeah, I got it. Maybe tell Street instead, though.”

Luca sighs as he sits across the table from you. You’ve been dating for several months, you love him and can see a future with him, so whatever is bothering him concerns you, too.

“Do you need a raincheck?” you ask.

“No, no!” Luca answers quickly, taking your hand. “It’s not you, not this date. I’m sorry.”

“Then what is it?”

“My team, they’re protective and think… They think you’re going to break my heart and then they’ll have to deal with me again.”

You frown, your hand relaxing in Luca’s hold. This isn’t the first time he has mentioned his team and their mixed feelings about you. It bothers you. Not that they want to meet you or that they’re protective of Luca, but how it affects Luca. Moreover, you don’t want anyone to think you are willing or capable of leaving Luca.

“Wait,” Luca murmurs, gently squeezing your hand.

You look up quickly and shift your grip. “Sorry, just thinking about the insane idea that I could ever break your heart. It would be the other way around.”

Luca’s brow furrows before he sees your playful smile, and then he shakes his head and chuckles. “What if you meet the guys this weekend? Deacon and I were going to look at a few apartments I may be interested in, but I bet we could change the plans.”

“Break the ice,” you add, nodding. “Have you considered what might happen if they still don’t like me?”

Luca leans forward, his smile widening as he whispers, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

You match his position, and your nose bumps Luca’s. “Let’s hope we don’t find out.”

After a quick kiss, Luca sits back and asks, “Would me cooking improve our chances?”

“No,” you answer immediately. “I can’t eat and compliment your talents at the same time.”

“Something you and Street already have in common.”

Luca raises his arm and grabs your hip before you can pace past him again. He pulls you to his side on the short brick wall outside the restaurant.

“It’s going to be fine,” he assures you, brushing his fingers over your cheek.

“I’m not nervous,” you explain softly, leaning against Luca as you look into his gorgeous blue eyes. “Luca, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

“But?” he presses.

“They’re your family.”

Luca’s eyes flit away from you quickly. “They’re also here.”

You step back and drop your hands away from Luca to press them against your sides. One of the men waves at you, and you smile as Luca stands and steps to your side.

“Do I have to start this? The silence is killing me,” the one who waved whispers. “When does the interrogation start?”

“Who let you out this morning?” the man closest to him replies.

“I’m Daniel Harrelson,” the one nearest you introduces, shaking your hand. “Everybody calls me Hondo.”

“Nice to meet you,” you reply before turning to shake another hand.

“I’m Deacon Kay,” he says. “You’ve already heard Street and Tan.”

Street narrows his eyes and grips your hand as he shakes it. You return his tight hand placement and hold his stare. When he steps back, he nods to Hondo, who rolls his eyes.

“One question you have to answer before we go in,” Hondo says.

“About my intentions with Luca?” you guess.

“We’ll get to that,” Deacon interjects.

“Where’s the best pizza place in LA?” Hondo asks.

“Trick question,” you reply. “If Luca isn’t making it, I have to go to Santa Monica for a decent pie.”

Hondo purses his lips and hesitates. “Man, she’s good. You’re good.”

An hour later, you’re laughing over a shared dessert as Luca tells the story of your disastrous first date. You spilled a drink all over Luca, his watch got caught in your hair, and your car wouldn’t start when the evening was supposed to be over. The fact that you kept going out after that seems enough to convince his team that you’re serious about your relationship with Luca.

“What about your second date?” Street asks.

“Streeter, we don’t need a play-by-play of their relationship,” Hondo points out.

“You actually interrupted our second date,” you reply. “I got to ride the ferris wheel on the pier by myself while you dealt with a hostage situation. And I won a teddy bear for the cutest kid in the world.”

“You just haven’t seen my baby pictures,” Street brags.

“Place and time,” you answer.

When you leave the restaurant nearly three hours after arriving, you sit in Luca’s passenger seat and smile.

“So, did they like me as much as I like them?” you inquire.

“Are you kidding?” Luca replies. “They loved you. And don’t start liking them too much, this family-“

“Puts the fun in dysfunctional?” you finish, quoting something Luca said after a long day of Street and Hondo arguing.

Luca laughs and kisses your hand. “Something like that.”

“Yet you let me give Street my number,” you muse.

“That was purely for my entertainment.”

“I was thinking for date night this week, we’d go to a cooking class then watch the sunset at the beach,” you suggest. “What do you think?”

“Bit simple,” Street points out.

“Good thing it’s not your date,” Tan argues. “Luca will love it.”

“Does he need a cooking class?” Hondo interjects.

“Of course not,” you answer with a smile. “He can make everyone feel inferior.”

Deacon laughs and shakes his head before you say, “It’s an Italian chef teaching it. Ales… I don’t remember his name, but Luca really likes him.”

“Then it’s perfect!” Deacon says. “He’ll have an amazing time with him no matter what you do.”

“You didn’t always think that,” you point out.

“Are you ever going to let us forget that?” Hondo asks, bumping your shoulder.

“Not likely. Luca is everything I’ve ever wanted, and you doubted that, so I get rights to use it however and whenever I want.”

“Personally, I had total faith in your relationship,” Street tells you.

“No, he didn’t,” the rest of his team mumbles.

Your engagement ring sparkles when you enter SWAT HQ with a cake box in your hands months after meeting the 20 David Squad. The man you’ve come in search of is nowhere to be seen, so you settle for someone else.

“Luca!” you call. He looks at you but doesn’t respond, so you add, “Luca, my darling fiancé.”

“Oh, hello!” he replies, jogging toward you. “If it isn’t my beautiful wife-to-be. What brings you here?” He rises to his tiptoes and peeks into the box.

“It’s not for you,” you say, turning away from him. “I need to see Street.”

“He told you?” Luca inquires.

“Of course he did. We’ve been talking about it for a while.”

“He’s in the kitchen. Hondo tried to get through to him, but he’s shutting us out a little bit.”

“He’ll be okay,” you assure him. “This will help.”

“Traitor,” Luca murmurs before he kisses your temple.

“Love you too,” you call over your shoulder. When you enter the kitchen, you ask, “Street, do you have a minute?”

He stands quickly and smiles. “Only if there’s sugar in the box.”

“Lots of sugar,” you reply. “I’m sorry about everything.”

“I had to send her back to jail. It just… she needs it.”

“No, Street, I’m not sorry for what she did or the consequence, I’m sorry for everything she put you through and the things you had to realize.”

“Why did it take me so long to see it?” he asks, trying to be sneaky as he looks into the cake box.

You flip open the lid and read the icing decorations on top: “Congrats on realizing your mom is a narcissist.”

“A custom cake? You do love me as much as I love you!” Street exclaims as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Custom?” you repeat. “There’s a bakery downtown that makes nothing but mommy and daddy issue designs.”

“Really?” Luca asks.

You turn quickly, smiling as you see Luca walking toward you.

“That looks big enough for the team, Street.”

“Who realized that their mom is a narcissist?” Street challenges, scooping icing off the side of the cake.

“Whose fiancée bought the cake?” Luca replies.

“Whose team thought that the fiancée would break Luca’s heart?” you interject.

“Still stuck on that?” Tan inquires as he enters. “Is that cake?”

“Not for you!” Street replies. “I’m her favorite, we can all admit that.”

“Regret agreeing to meet us yet?” Deacon asks you.

You take Luca’s hand in yours and shake your head. “Family, Deacon.”

He nods and gently pushes Street’s cake box away as he passes.

“Speaking of family,” Luca begins, looking at you.

“We chose a date,” you finish.

Luca’s team begins cheering, and as they turn to one another, Luca kisses you. Through the applause and arguments over who Luca will choose as best man, you hear Tan say, “He’ll never home invade us again!”

Bonus:

“What about when they fight?” Street points out.

“We’re giving her refuge,” Hondo answers with a laugh.

[langfield]

Hi. So although I’m starting to understand more about Safi as a character, there’s still something I can’t get over and wondered how you saw it. Seeing as Safi knows first hand the pain of a parents’ divorce, and was furious with Yasmin for keeping her dad out of her life, how could she do what she did to Robbie? Like I get that she wanted to hurt Lucas in the most extreme way possible but to use his child against him, a child who she was fairly close to as well, is crossing a line into making her unlikable for me. I would argue it ended up hurting Robbie more than Lucas since Lucas knows it’s not true that it was Robbie’s fault but Robbie will have to grapple with wondering if it’s true maybe for years to come. Apparently Lucas said that was the least bad thing that was said to Robbie? I get Safi was acting irrationally but she could have idk made him pee his pants on stage or something? When Max points out how wrong what she did was she still doesn’t seem to have much remorse either. Just my two cents. I know it’s just a game but yeah, that plot point touched a nerve with me and it doesn't bode well for her future power squad leadership. Just wondered how you saw this? thanks

ah, yes, the robbie thing. i will say off the bat that i do view this action of hers negatively : in the sense that i cannot sympathize with it in particular. while i understand hurting gwen and lucas ( both of whom did betray her -- especially gwen, despite all her good intentions ) i don’t give safi any slack for harming a child in the process. my max always allows lucas to file a restraining order against her, and though she bites her tongue about robbie during their talk, she doesn’t approve nor necessarily understands safi’s reasoning for it. her ‘cold, but i get it’ is a vague affirmation she doesn’t really mean, but is willing to say in order not to trigger safi further. at this point max can overlook it because safi is still a flight risk and she is notorious for setting side her own morals to agree with her best friend’s choices ( the handicap fund in lis1 jumps to mind immediately, a choice max hated making and did not agree with, but did so for chloe’s safety ). however, i believe safi hurting robbie was an intentional line the game drew. while anyone could easily get behind safi’s revenge narrative against those who actually wronged her, not many would be down to see innocents hurt in the crossfire … in many ways, robbie’s situation is supposed to show that safi’s vicious nature can easily get out of hand, and that ( perhaps! ) her view on things isn’t so clear at all. a point that’s further made, i think, in how fast her emotions change in episode five! even unintentionally, those actions she makes in anger does indeed hurt everyone around her, from the guilty to the innocent. for example, moses gets caught in the storm and is subjected to being overruled by safi herself, despite the fact moses isn’t subjected to the torment lucas and gwen recieve. he describes his experience like being locked in a sarcophagus, with him being locked away inside his own body. it’s clear that the part of safi within him did this to protect him in some way ( from the storm, from herself? ) but this hurts him in the end regardless due to the events she still set in motion. safi isn’t just capable of hurting those deserving, she is also prone to hurting those she cares for via carelessness and a narrow view. so her hurting robbie, despite probably caring for him, isn’t the shocking part. it’s the deliberateness of it. it’s the fact he is a child and she’s an adult. it’s about her knowing the pains of divorce as a child and pressing into that wound anyway. perhaps even creating it.

frankly, i can see many reasons why she would. perhaps it’s one or the other, or a messy concoction of every single one. though the most important thing to remember here is a.) this is definitely not a forgivable act, and the game wants you to look at safi differently for this choice, and b.) i do think safi is supposed to grow from this decision she made. my personal belief is that being away from caledon and her mother and vinh will help shape her with a bit more compassion than she has … she is in no condition to lead or teach, and in many ways is just as naive and new to this like diamond is. i honestly believe she’ll learn more from daniel and alex than they could ever learn from her. i believe this trip is supposed to give safi the breathing room and connections she so desperately needs in order to become better, or begin that road to closure and healing. she is most definitely not a leader! alex, daniel, nor max need a leader. to me, finding other people like her is more about self discovery than anything else, but i digress.

to touch upon something i mentioned earlier, safiya’s view of things has been warped and bent by her anger, which in turn thwarts any logical thinking. she has become selfish in her pain, wallowing in it and refusing to move on for four plus years -- repeatedly picking at that wound over and over again to keep those feelings fresh, and to remind herself of maya, and the book, and the betrayals that followed. her inability to talk about it also makes it easier to get lost in, since she has no anchor that grounds her in reality, nor any outside help besides gwen’s encouragement to put those feelings into poetry. safiya felt silenced by others and therefore silenced herself, and i’m sure many people know how easy it is to become self obsessed with all the trauma you’ve mounted in your head … how easily one can grow entitled or righteous when the only voice you’re ever hearing is your own. things become simple and clear even when they’re not, things become digestible, they become problems that can be simplified and excused. i don’t think safiya shows remorse for what she did to robbie because, in her eyes, there isn’t anything to be sorry for. whatever feelings of disgust or shame she initially had has long since been rationlized to her, to the point where it makes complete sense and was a necessary evil for a bigger plan. maybe safi was able to convince herself that the cruel things she told robbie ( while wearing his father’s face ) were honest truths the kid had to hear now rather than later? maybe safi convinced herself that robbie, just like she had been, was the reason for the divorce, and that she was being rather kind in telling him that horrific truth when everyone else would’ve lied to him. or maybe safi didn’t care ; perhaps she looked upon this kid who still had contact with both of his parents and was filled with a sickening envy, one that choked all the air from her lungs, a greenish feeling that made her so mad she just spoke and spoke until she couldn’t anymore and that was that. safi is prone to misconstruing people in her head to fit her narratives, to justify her anger, to hide from the fact that she hates herself just as much as everyone else. she’s the same person who claims that vinh doesn’t regret bending to caledon despite doing the same thing herself and confessing to such regret to max. despite vinh consistently beating himself up over what he did to maya as well, just like her. again, she is nothing but tunnel vision after her book deal is cancelled, and when left without a proper target to channel that anger into, those feelings sort of explode everywhere instead. all while she justifies it to herself and believes everyone to be guilty … always on the lookout for the slightest hint of betrayal so that she may retaliate first. safiya might appear very poised, intelligent, and strong during most of her scenes ( and she is all three of these things! ) yet her behavior is erratic, scared, a little more than paranoid and exhausting.

if she cannot see past her own hurt, why would she feel any particular way about hurting robbie? if this is a world that guts everyone anyway ( a world that sells them for parts ), what’s the point of sparing this child? it’s an immature world view, although an understandable one. nothing saved maya. nothing’s gonna save safi. this is how the world works, with the people you love most dying or betraying you … maybe robbie would be wise to learn that sooner than later, especially considering the absolute monster his father is. or, perhaps, it’s all about lucas : maybe safi knew there was no other way to destroy him, not when caledon covered for him before, so she went where it’d hurt and dug in as deep as she could to ensure there was no sweeping things under the rug anymore. maybe lucas was so evil and vile in her mind, that all of his kin was rendered revolting by extension? sins of the father and all that?

regardless, the brutal truth of it all is that safiya does not care for the people around her at this point in time. i mean, she does deeply love moses and max, but she does not care for them, if that makes sense? she doesn’t even care for herself, as evident by the suicidality she reveals during the storm, via this brainwashed person and the plaque on the science department’s roof :

i do not mean to imply that safi is at all evil or wrong for these feelings of apathy, because they’re rather understandable feelings to have during this intense time. when i say she doesn’t care for robbie, i mostly mean that she’s too tired and too angry to properly empathize with others ; it isn’t a conscious decision, she did not just flip her compassionate and empathy off, safi has just merely shut down beneath the ever growing weight of her own emotions, which are far too powerful for her to withstand alone. we see how she physically breaks apart into ‘tiny pieces’ at the very end of episode four … she shatters, completely, until there is no more safi left. mainly because safi has neglected herself in this quest for vengeance, mainly because safi has never existed, or so she thinks, mainly because safi has spent four years relating everything back to maya okada and desperately wanting to lay down and die over how that emptiness made her feel. this doesn’t excuse her callousness towards robbie or for using him as a pawn -- though i find the action to be realistic and, while fucked up, understandable and tragic in it’s own way. robbie is the face of a much bigger problem safi possesses, a problem the game starts with him, and then ends with the storm : where we see the extent of her apathy ( like we see with vinh, someone who safi used to be close to as well ) and general discontent with the world around her, how safi is always grouping everyone in her life together rather than acknowledging them as seperate entities. her thinking is very black and white in that way. i will say that i do think safi regrets the robbie thing, at least momentarily, in the same way she regrets everything she’s done … when safi demands max to kill her, she claims it’ll fix everything, that she deserves it for hurting so many people. robbie isn’t mentioned specifically, but i do think this is one of those things she is able to feel the weight of in that specific moment, before all that anger piles up again. it’s not enough, although it is something i keep in mind. at safi’s core, she doesn’t like hurting people. this is the same girl who was known by her dad and mom as desperately trying to save a cat from a tree, breaking her arm over it, and then crying on the way to the hospital about if the cat was okay or not. this is the same girl who feels so guilty for not helping her soulmate, she has dedicated her entire life to her as penance. this is the same girl who, despite yasmin covering up what lucas did and despite their constantly turbulent relationship, forgave her mom and tried her best to make it work. it is very easy to remember safi as how she is during double exposure, a deeply angry person who is unfairly dragging everyone down with her, but she isn’t some bloodsucking monster who delights in that pain she’s causing per se. she is hurt, and highly emotional, and does awful things because of it -- things like toss a kid into a personal hell all because of a plan, all because she’s desperate to get lucas in a way that’ll stick, all because she thought herself as the cause of her parents divorce and so robbie has to be too.

again, it’s not a choice of hers that is easy to digest! it is meant to show a darker side to safi’s need for revenge, her tunnel vision, the extent of her obsession with this. i’m actually glad it touched a nerve with you because i think it’s supposed to make the player feel a certain type of way about her. however, i do hope i shed some light on safi’s decision to do this, and that this helped you understand her somewhat, even if you never agree with her ( as you shouldn’t! ). thank you so much for this question by the way, i absolutely adore getting these sorts of asks where i can analyze the characters more in depth. or at least attempt to! safi is so infinitely complex and reserved that there are many reasonings you could find behind her actions, making her fun to dissect, even if all her inner workings are mostly wounds and a deep seated mood instability.

[passionwillow]

Second try

Well let's see if tumblr likes this more. If you are interested in hearing my wild rant then buckle up. It's gonna be fun.

Version one: Hondo

I’m a flirt.

You and Hondo started out with serious flirty banter that turned so bad that people were like "Please get a room to figure this out"

I love reading, binging shows, and writing! I have a lot of animals and sometimes would rather be with them than people. But other times I’m a social butterfly.

He is fine with staying at home, cooking for the both of you while you sit on the counter, reading a book out loud to him while he makes dinner, occasionally taste testing for him before you continue. And some nights he takes you out for dinner or you go dancing together (not in a club, more like slow dancing in a bar. not sure if there is a specific english term for that), so the balance between those two is what really makes that relationship stable.

I love talking and laughing with friends, sitting around just playing cards or going out to do things. If you’re a friend, I’ll do anything for you. If you hurt someone I love, I’m coming for you guns blazing.

That makes you the mom friend tm and that makes you perfect for the man who is practically the father of his squad. And they very much adopted you on the spot as soon as you showed up on Hondo's radar. Street loves cracking jokes with you, Chris is totally down to look after your animals if you and Hondo need an evening for yourself or maybe even a weekend if his work schedule is generous. And it has become a tradition for you all to meet and do stuff together. Like playing games in Luca's back yard after a barbecue or all of you heading to the beach together. Even Duke loves you to bits and will not leave you until he gets his butt scratches. When it comes to you protecting people you love, Hondo is there, always. Like one call and that man shows up to cover your six and when someone asks you if he's your babysitter because you need someone to look after you he just shakes his head, arms crossed over his chest. "I am not here for her safety. I am here for yours"

Version 2: Street

I’m a flirt.

You and Street cannot not speak in banter. It just happens naturally and it takes more energy not to than actually go there. And neither of you ever thought much about it until the rest of the squad started bringing it up. The moment he realised that maybe there is more is when you are at the SWAT charity event and flirt with someone else (for a good cause but still). That's the night he tells you about his feelings and all of 20 squad heaves a sigh that you finally managed to make it.

I love reading, binging shows, and writing! I have a lot of animals and sometimes would rather be with them than people. But other times I’m a social butterfly.

As much of an adrenalin junkie as he is, Street loves binging shows with you (particularly cooking and baking but by far not exclusively) and he likes it when you read out loud so he can listen to your voice while he falls asleep. There is just something calming about that. Alternatively, you sitting on the couch, his head in your lap while you are reading after he had a hell of a day and just wants to be close.

If you are in social butterfly mode, he would love to take you out and go on small adventures with you. Discover a new restaurant or do something you never did before. He really enjoys making memories with you.

I love talking and laughing with friends, sitting around just playing cards or going out to do things. If you’re a friend, I’ll do anything for you. If you hurt someone I love, I’m coming for you guns blazing.

Chris is still totally down for babysitting your animals for a while if they'd need someone to look after them, Luca loves the way you make Street smile (and he has a front-row seat there XD ). You would still be a part of the SWAT family and you'd spend quite some time with them, though you have to filter your banter with Street and your jokes if Annie and the kids are present (once something slipped and then he had to explain to Lila why that wasn't a word to use. He is still not letting you live that down (very affectionately)). If you go after someone who hurt a person you love, Street would be there for the ride and cover your back. If someone wouldn't take you seriously, he would force them to listen. He knows that you can handle shit but he feels much more physically protective of you. If someone tries to lay hands on you, that might be the last time they have hands... or at least functioning ones.

I am sure I forgot some things that would make sense to add, but well, I hope you like these and you can find yourself in them a little bit :)