#rocker donovan

[paperyowl]

Rockon, It's not Quite A Rookie Mistake (E)

This is all @louvemeanyway's idea. I read it and couldn't stop myself. All mistakes are mine.

(Full fic on a03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61489714/chapters/157191994 )

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As soon as he opened the door, the bar's smoky haze seemed to almost physically cling to Deacon's jacket. He breathed in and found the air stale and heavy with the scent of malty beer. Usually, the smell evoked a faint tendril of distaste, the expectation of finding his shoes sticking to the floor with one of the next steps. But tonight, the familiar scent offered a perverse comfort, and Deacon embraced it.

He'd stormed out after another fight with Annie. Her words - sharp, accusing - were still echoing in his ears. So were his own responses. Deacon knew he shouldn't have lost his cool like that.

He hadn't wanted this for them. Deacon never asked her to drop out of law school, but he'd been grateful for her support - he had accepted Annie's sacrifice as something that was for the life they'd build together. The kind of decision Deacon would match one day, evening out the scale between them. Somehow.

But after the discussion that had escalated so sharply earlier, Deacon had wished for the first time that he'd pushed back harder, that Annie never made this choice. She hadn't used it as a weapon tonight, but Deacon had seen the unspoken accusation in her misty eyes: Annie had wanted to fling it at his head like dealing a physical blow.

And he had responded with anger. Deacon hadn't meant to yell. It just happened, stupid words exploding from him in a moment of frustration. He didn't care to go over them anymore. Neither of them had been entirely rational.

Deacon sighed. He'd been working double shifts for weeks, barely seeing daylight, let alone Annie. And every time he walked through the door, exhaustion clinging to him like a shroud, he saw the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. It was a constant reminder of his failures, of the promises he couldn't keep.

He could almost see the way, Annie stood in their living room with her hair braided back and the nightshirt doing nothing in the way of providing physical armour to their escalated argument. She had wrapped her arms around herself like a barrier when Deacon had tried a gentle approach - a defensive gesture that made her seem even softer and fragile in her nightshirt. Guilt had twisted like a knife in his gut.

Deacon hadn't pushed her. He'd been doing enough of that for the night - and wasn't he the one who was supposed to soothe and calm and protect her? This was the woman he wanted to marry. He'd made a right fool of himself. Grabbing his jacket and keys, Deacon told Annie he'd get some air and to not wait up for him.

He didn't have a goal in mind when he first got in the car. But then he remembered the bar just far enough away from the headquarters and the neighbourhoods that a lot of his colleagues favoured. A good place to calm down, get his head on straight.

Deacon perched on a stool at the bar, the worn wood an odd comfort beneath his palms. He nursed a beer, trying to get his mind to settle into something less destructive. Guilt was a strong contender among the emotions sneering unhelpful comments in his head. He'd yelled at Annie when she'd done nothing to deserve that. Not his finest hour.

He half regretted not ordering something stronger, something to numb the ache in his chest and the anger simmering in his gut. But Deacon knew better. He needed a clear head, not a drunken haze. He'd finish his beer, try to get himself under control, then head back home. Sleep on the couch, buy her flowers in the morning, apologize. They'd both be sorry about having such a stupid argument in the first place.

Deacon hated that this dance had become so familiar in the last few years.

"Rough day?"

The voice addressing him was smooth, laced with a hint of amusement, and Deacon turned to find its source. Leaning against the bar beside him was a man with a confident smile. He was all broad shoulders, sharp angles and easy charm, with eyes that seemed to dance with mischief. Something about him was warm , inviting.

[xofemeraldstars]

AH WAIT THIS IS THE FIRST EP WITH ROCKER AS 50 SQUAD LEADER <333 love my competent babe <3

[secretagentboob]

God he is so pretty.

[louferrignojrofficial]

DONOVAN ROCKER S.W.A.T 7x09 - "HONEYTRAP"

[kinardsboy]

The Swat social media team when a bunch of sad gay people randomly start interacting and boosting their numbers since last Thursday:

[hoechlin]

JAY HARRINGTON & LOU FERRIGNO JR ➤ Deacon Kay and Donovan Rocker in S.W.A.T. S06E14 - Gut Punch

[cull3nblaze]

You see where my mind is going here, right...

[captain-flint]

Happy Birthday Lou Ferrigno Jr. (November 10, 1984)

[achilles-rage]

"slut hours!!" i whisper to myself at 1am as i write smut for fictional characters alone in my room, severely touch starved

[jeeyuns]

donovan rocker in S.W.A.T. 4.09 - Next of Kin (17FEB2021)

[paperyowl]

Rockon fic, Pushing Buttons (T)

(Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61435771 )

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing? "

Rocker felt a smirk tug at his lips but quickly schooled his features into something more neutral before turning to face Deacon. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched. Angry. After weeks of needling, Rocker had finally gotten a reaction.

"What are you talking about?" Rocker asked, faking innocence and watched a muscle twitch in Deacon's jaw. He carried himself with his usual effortless grace, but beneath the surface, a dangerous energy crackled.

It was damn hard not to give away the game, especially in the face of seeing Deacon, of all people, struggling to keep his cool. Rocker was a master at pushing buttons, but even he had to admit he'd been relentless these past few weeks.

There had been several times when Rocker had made a point to linger close to Deacon after an op - never when they were out in the field, he was more professional than that - or bumped a friendly fist against Deacon's arm, a tap to his shoulder, any kind of little touch he could get away with. He kept in Deacon's orbit whenever he had the slightest reason to.

Rocker knew it could go nowhere—nothing but Deacon pushing right back every time that Rocker did. Deacon had been married to Annie for as long as they'd known each other. They were the steadiest couple Rocker knew - and he even liked Annie. A flicker of guilt pricked him, but he quickly pushed it aside.

But Rocker hadn't started this. Deacon had been looking, staring , with that hungry expression that said everything. Even his hottest one-night stands paled in comparison to the simmering tension between them.

Rocker was sick of it. He hadn't exactly broadcast that he and Val were over, but it must have been obvious. Even Tan had bumped his shoulder with a quiet, "Listen, if you need someone to talk to." Deacon must have noticed.

Not that Rocker owed him an explanation. Deacon wore his ring like he wore the cross around his neck—visible, heavy, a weight dragging him down. But it didn't seem to stop him from practically undressing Rocker with his eyes. The man was a walking contradiction.

And hot as hell. Even if Deacon hadn't made his decision, Rocker had. He wouldn't stop himself from getting what he wanted. And if he couldn't have it all, he'd take what he could get. He'd push right up to that line until Deacon told him to back off.

But Deacon didn't. He let Rocker steal touches, glances, and rib him relentlessly. None of it strictly unprofessional, but Deacon must know. They were friends; Deacon knew him.

But then again. Deacon hadn't seemed like himself lately. The version of Deacon who had followed Rocker into the locker room felt nothing like steady and collected S.W.A.T. sergeant Rocker knew. He seemed differnt, raw.

Deacon took a breath in what seemed an attempt to steady himself. An odd sight to watch Deacon almost physically restore his calm. He didn't seem to be all that successful at it.

"You know what I'm talking about."

Rocker raised an eyebrow at him, playing dumb. What else could he do? There was no moving forward from this. Rocker took a breath to say something, he wasn't even sure what, a way to make sure Deacon would know that he'd back off-

The locker next to him slammed shut, the metal clang echoing in the small space. Rocker flinched back, raising his hands in surrender. "Hey man, take it easy," he said. "I didn't mean anything by it."

A lie, but they were both swimming in lies. He actually liked their friendship. He treasured Deacon's mentorship. None of those were things he was willing to lose. Had he been an idiot, playing with fire without considering the consequences?

Val would have a field day with that one. They had always been too alike in temper. Perhaps that had been the breaking point. Rocker could vividly image the kind of words she'd been screaming at him by this point.

Deacon's reaction was nothing like that. Even the slam of the locker seemed calculated. His anger was a quick flare, banked down tight. He huffed at Rocker's retreat.

"So you did do it on purpose," Deacon said, satisfaction roughening his voice.

Irritation stopped Rocker's retreat. He was about to hiss something back when Deacon stepped closer, close enough that Rocker could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the spicy scent of his aftershave. He was losing control of this game. Their eyes locked, and something in Deacon's gaze snapped.

He lunged.

The kiss was hard, desperate, knocking Rocker back half a step. Deacon's hand clamped on the back of his neck, holding him steady. Rocker found his footing, kissing back with equal fervour. His hands clutched at Deacon's sides, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, aching to touch the skin beneath. Rocker couldn't quite stop the needy little sound that escaped him.

They met in the middle, a clash of mouths and bodies, neither willing to come up for air. For a fleeting moment, Rocker wondered if this was it, the only exception Deacon would ever make. But the thought was lost in the heat of the moment, the taste of Deacon, the feel of his body pressed against his.

When Rocker finally pulled back, breathless, Deacon was already smiling. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

Rocker finally let that grin show on his face, pushing down any thoughts of guilt. It was almost too easy to get swallowed up by the ecstatic giddiness that had taken hold of him.

"Didn't think it would take you so long."

Deacon chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "You could always use your words next time."

Next time.

Rocker leaned in, his lips brushing Deacon's ear. Whatever line they'd drawn in the sand was gone, obliterated. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"Next time," Rocker whispered and proceeded to tell him exactly what he wanted.

[xofemeraldstars]

for the rockon babes <3

[disaster-j]

Been casually watching SWAT for Lou content and I gotta say I really love how Rocker's this like tall big buff jock looking guy that appears intimidating from afar but then all he does is follow his boss around laugh at dumb jokes and smile at everyone like he's so endearing for no reason!?! I love it

[secretagentboob]

Well, well well.

It seems like the Bestie Boos have Lous tweets on notification because why the fuck would they be interacting with him if he is gone from the TV show.

It's seems like they are actually really big fans of his and they are putting up this facade because they still want to be part of the cool kids club and hate on the man.

I beg of the bestie boos to get a life and let Lou live and be happy for once.

[louferrignojrofficial]

a few days ago i promised to post a bunch of bts photos of lou on swat so here it is

[kinardsboy]

I’m so down bad for the idea of 19 yr old buck, who ran away from home and finally ended up in California getting caught shoplifting by an off duty rocker. Rocker lets him go because its his first time and he needs to eat.

But then Rocker keeps catching him again and again

And each time Buck pulls him into an alleyway or supply closet and they fuck about it and Rocker always lets him go

Until one day Rocker notices Buck going into a sketchy hotel and finds out he’s been living there for months and offers him the spare bedroom in his apartment..

Anyway their ship name is donevan