#sergeant hondo

[icantdrawfaces]

Hondo

[phee-spirited]

If a Jedi, a Mandalorian, a clone trooper, and a pirate ALL call it a laser sword, you can bet your credits with confidence that it's an acceptable term throughout the galaxy. That's as varied a group as you're likely to see all using the same terminology like that!

Kanan did it. Din did it. Now Hunter has called the lightsaber a laser sword. This completes the pack.

[cjlouwho]

I expanded on this little thing I wrote the other day. It's literally just 1,000 words of Tommy and Rocker arguing with each other. Enjoy!

“We got a code four on the suspect!” Hondo called into his radio. “Sergeant Rocker sustained a gunshot wound to the leg; it's bleeding pretty good.”

“LAFD is two minutes out with the chopper,” Hicks replied from the ground. “The fire on the second floor has been contained. You guys should be able to make it down the stairwell without issue, but I want Rocker up in that bird.”

“Yes, Sir.” He walked closer to Rocker, who had the rest of 20-Squad hovering around him, Deacon helping him keep pressure on his wound. “LAFD's gonna take you to the hospital,” he explained. “The rest of us will go down the stairs once you've been taken up.”

Rocker grimaced as pain radiated through his leg. “Who's flying it?” he asked.

Hondo glanced from Rocker, to Deacon, back to Rocker. “Who's flying what? The helicopter?”

“No, the USS Enterprise!” He exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, the helicopter!”

“I don't know, Man.”

“Why does that matter right now?” Deacon questioned, lifting his hand ever so slightly to see if the bleeding slowed any.

“Just ask, please,” he groaned.

Hondo sighed, then got back on the radio. “Hey, is there a way you can find out who is flying the chopper?”

There was a pause, then Hicks replied, “Is there any particular reason?”

“Apparently. Just not sure what.”

Another pause, then, “Hang on.”

It only took a few seconds for Hicks' voice to come over the radio again, Rocker listening carefully. “Firefighter pilot Aaron Ferris.”

Rocker closed his eyes, sighing in relief. “Okay. Okay, that's good.”

“Why are you so worried about it, Rocker?” Hondo asked.

“Busy trying not to bleed to death right now, Hondo,” he bit back. “This is the last time I offer my services to 20-Squad by the way.”

“You're not bleeding that bad anymore,” Tan noted.

Rocker glared up at him. “You're still up here because?”

The sound of the chopper broke them all out of their soon-to-be argument. It hovered above the building and, a few moments later, someone began to descend from the helicopter.

Rocker eyed the person closely, especially once he reached the roof and unhooked himself and the spine board from the clips.

“Oh hell no,” he breathed out, grumpily shooing away Deacon's hand so he could press down on the wound himself.

Deacon was about to ask Rocker what the hell was wrong with him when the firefighter walking toward them took off his helmet. “What the-”

“Always knew I'd be saving your ass eventually, Donny,” The doppelgänger said as he knelt beside Rocker.

“You got something to share with the class?” Hondo asked Rocker pointedly.

“This is my twin, Tommy,” Rocker hurriedly explained. “You know what? Just leave me here,” he whined. “Let me die.”

Tommy batted Rocker's hand away from the wound, tearing his pants to get a better look. “Unfortunately, it's not that bad,” he said, noting the way it was barely bleeding now. “Dad would also kill me if I let you die. He likes you, remember?”

“Oh don't even start with that! I haven't spoken to him in like a month.”

“Ha!” Tommy laughed. “Try three years, jackass. Now shut up and let me work.” He began to wrap the leg, just enough to keep the pressure on it while they transported him.

As he wrapped, a pain shot up Rocker's leg, causing him to moan. He reached out and smacked Tommy's shoulder. “Can't you be more gentle?! I literally just got shot!”

“You're such a baby.”

“You, quite frankly, have no idea what this feels like.”

Tommy stopped then, cocking his head to the side as he stared at his brother. “I don't? Really? I don't know what it's like to be shot?”

Rocker rolled his eyes dramatically. “You were overseas then,” he said. “And that was an explosion. It's different.”

“It's worse!”

“Says you.”

“Says everyone!”

Rocker motioned up at Deacon. “Deac, shooting or explosion, which is worse?”

Deacon looked back and forth between the two of them, a thousand questions running through his mind. Mostly for Tommy. “Explosion, Rocker. It's always explosion.”

Tommy grinned. “Haha.”

Rocker glared at Deacon. “You're a traitor, and this is the worst day ever.”

“What about-”

“Do not!” Rocker warned Tommy. “Never, ever mention that.”

“Mhm. Okay, come on. Get on the spine board so we can get out of here.”

“I- What do you mean, “get on the spine board”? You're supposed to put me on the spine board!”

Tommy sat back on his calves. “Are you really too weak to scoot your butt over six inches onto the board?”

“Would you really be asking this of anyone else in my current state, Thomas?”

“Anyone else in your current state would have already walked down the stairs and exited the building like a normal human, Donovan. Now, scoot!”

As soon as Rocker moved onto the spine board, moaning and groaning the whole way, he laid down and Tommy began to restrain him.

“We'll be going to Cedars-Sinai,” Tommy informed the rest of the group. “Maybe next time I see you guys Donny will actually introduce me to his co-workers.”

“Shooting victim!” Rocker reminded him. “Plus, it's not like you ever introduced me to your coworkers. Or your boyfriend! Or should I say ex-boy- Ow!”

Tommy pulled the final restraint, right over his groin, tugging extra hard, then clipped him to the rope so they could head up to the chopper. “If you don't shut up," he warned, "I'll release the clip halfway up and watch you spin around like a propeller until you hit the ground.”

Then, with a thumbs up, Tommy and Rocker began their ascent.

The rest of the team stood in silence for a moment, trying to take everything in.

“What the hell just happened here?” Hondo asked.

“Not a clue,” Deacon answered. “Permission to head to the hospital and see how this plays out?”

Hondo nodded. “Only if you give us the play by play.”

[violetflowerswrites]

Taking it Slow

Summary: An unexpected explosion severely injures you, and Jim Street, your LAPD SWAT roommate, comes to your rescue. The life and death situation makes you reevaluate the status of your “just casually dating” relationship.

Pairing: Jim Street x (Female) Reader

Disclaimer: Cannon violence and danger. Mentions of fire, explosions, and bombs. Location is an elementary school, mentions of danger to minors, but reader is the only one injured. Gruesome descriptions of bodily injury and blood. Some angst and mentions of divorce. BUT ALSO consensual kissing and touching. The smut in this is absolutely filthy as usual. Oral sex (female receiving). Consensual P in V sex. Street has a big cock. 18+ for explicit smut, violence, and language

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: I finally got around to watching more SWAT after taking a break from crime dramas and I gotta say, Season 4 has been SO good. The commentary on our Covid and post-Covid society especially with race and Black Lives Matter is so thoughtfully done. I was re-inspired to make a part 2 of my Jim Street fic from back in July 2022! This fic can be standalone but it is technically a continuation from “Too Complicated.” Enjoy!

Part One Here - “Too Complicated”

Part Three Here - “I’ll Be Here”

Masterlist Here

…

“All Units please respond, bomb at Harriet Tubman Elementary, repeat bomb and fire at Tubman Elementary.”

The police scanner radio squawks to life in the leather-scented interior of Sergeant Daniel “Hondo” Harrelson’s sliver Dodge Charger.

Hondo locks eyes with Jim Street, LAPD SWAT. His expression falls immediately, drawn and serious.

A school bombing?

Not on their watch.

”20 David, Sergeant Harrelson responding. Let’s roll!”

…

Your pink highlighter squeaks across the tiny Times New Roman text of each signature line on the paperwork you’re preparing.

A tightness in your neck forces you to pause and lean your head to the side, trying to release the tension in your body.

It’s another tough case. The student was expelled out of a previous school due to repeated fighting. His current teacher is young and inexperienced, and the counselor is definitely overwhelmed. You were called in to take over his case and then recommend him to a therapist, a behaviorist, a specialist, someone before he was expelled again.

Who knew that an 8 year old could wreak so much havoc at a school?

You glance out the window of the 2nd floor classroom, watching the poor kid get into a screaming match with a yard duty. The bright red digital display of the classroom clock shows 9:00 am in blinking lights that seem to say…

tick

tock

It’s

only

9

freakin

AM

on a Monday.

But, no one could have predicted what would happen in the next ten seconds.

One

A thunderous boom echoes across the playground, so loud that all the kids freeze, balls dropped and forgotten.

Two

Thousands of shards of shattered glass fly through the air as the school building collapses into itself from the roof downwards.

Three

The ear-splitting screech of the fire alarm forces everyone to cover their ears, eyes squeezed shut.

Four

Smoke rises in thick gray plumes into the sky, followed by bright orange flames.

Five

The stampede of three hundred little feet shakes the earth as panicked children run towards the grass field, away from their burning school.

Six

Bewildered shouts across the blacktop try to account for all the children, staff members still running out of the smoke.

Seven

Wide-eyed stares fill with tears as it dawns on the kids what had happened.

Eight

A dozen simultaneous calls to 911, all trying to be heard over the crying, screams, and shouts.

Nine

A terrifying pop pop pop makes everyone flinch and duck for cover, as the heat from the fire breaks even more windows. But it could have been gunshots. Everyone doesn’t dare to move.

Ten

After those ten, chaotic seconds, you finally open your dust-filled eyes, ears ringing, sounds muffled as if you were underwater, and your dazed mind takes several agonizing seconds to comprehend the scene around you.

Fallen desks and books scattered haphazardly across the classroom.

Shattered glass reflecting the flickering flames of a fire somewhere above you.

Looking up, a gaping hole in the ceiling leading to a smoke-stained blue sky.

The incessant blaring of the fire alarm doesn’t help your clearly concussed head make sense of it all.

You deduce that there had been some kind of accident. An explosion maybe.

And that caused an industrial AC unit to collapse through the ceiling, knock you out of your chair, and pin one of your legs from the waist down.

And now, an alarming pool of blood was starting to seep from under the crumpled gray metal.

Even more alarming, you couldn’t feel a thing underneath the crushing weight.

“Oh. I’m dying.” You huff out loud, your logical deduction giving way into dark humor.

You twist your neck around, the soreness long forgotten, and try to find something, anything, to help yourself survive.

You grab your cardigan, covered in drywall dust, and slip it under your upper thigh, tying the sleeves together as tight as it could possibly go. The makeshift tourniquet immediately soaks up your blood, turning the cream-colored yarn into a horrific deep red.

Bile rises in your throat as panic sets in, but you push it down, desperate to get out of this.

You look down, realizing that your phone fell out of the pocket of your jacket when you grabbed it. The screen is cracked, but usable.

Without hesitating, you press a number on your phone and it starts to ring. There’s only one person in the world you want to talk to before you lose consciousness. Maybe forever.

…

“Street! What do you think you’re doing?”

“What? You’ve never played in one of these as a kid?”

You’re out on another casual date with Jim Street, LAPD SWAT. Also known as your impulsive, annoying, immature, and absolutely adorable roommate.

That you had accidentally-on-purpose kissed one drunken night. Which led to much more…for several hours.

And now, the two of you went out most every weekend, casually dating, but not trying to label it…yet.

“Come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun!”

Street ducks into an arcade, which immediately deafens you with a cacophony of beeps and honks, electronic character voices, and techno dance music. It’s an overstimulating nightmare so you focus on the leather-clad back of Street, who is leading you deeper into the room.

A couple of surly teens throw judgemental side eyes at the two of you, grown-ass adults screaming and shouting at basketball, skew-ball, and claw machines.

You clutch a small blue plushie, from Lilo and Stitch, courtesy of Street’s claw machine skills, as he whoops upon seeing another game, his childhood favorite.

“Yes! We have to play this next!” Street grins at you from ear to ear.

You hesitate for a split second, but shake your head, chuckling, “Okay NASCAR, wait for me!”

You tease him, knowing that Street’s name is all too fitting, his long history of all things on wheels that can go faster than 100 miles per hour is well known.

You sit behind the plastic wheel of the racing game as Street quickly punches in a couple quarters.

“Think you can keep up?” Street teases you immediately.

“Mhm.” You reply, your face dead serious, all traces of amusement long gone.

Street takes in your expression and furrows his brow.

“Oh shit!” He exclaims as you leave him in the dust, your digital car screeching as the wheels fight against the tight turns.

You’re silent, the only sounds are the quiet clicking of your foot pressing on the fake gas pedals of the game.

Your car peels around the track, going into the final lap, with a 3 second lead on Street.

“Oh my god, are you seriously drifting?” Street shouts in frustration, watching your vehicle slide sideways against the last tight turn and across the finish line with a flourish.

He smacks the wheel and laughs.

“That was crazy, Y/N. I didn’t expect you to be so good! I thought you said you didn’t really go to arcades growing up.”

“Can we go home?” You grab your jacket from the armrest of the racing game chair, turning away from Street.

“Uhh…yeah sure.” Street says slowly, confused.

You walk quickly out of the arcade, a mix of frustration, shame, and sadness filling you.

Hands clench into fists at your sides as you suck in a shaky breath, trying to steady your whirlwind of emotion.

Street half-jogs to catch up with you, calling your name. He reaches out a hand to grab your wrist, but the instant he makes contact you snatch your arm back abruptly.

“Don’t touch me!” You snap, more harshly than you intended.

Street’s face flashes confusion, hurt, and a bit of anger all at once. You see him stifle the urge to snap back at you, and instead, he shoves his hands into his pockets, his shoulders slumped down and he quietly pleads with you instead.

“Talk to me, Y/N. Don’t keep it in again.”

You know you’re acting like an asshole and ruining the date. Street surprised you with being the mature one in this situation while you’re the one taking out your emotions on him.

So you slowly reach out to take one of his hands in both of yours. It’s warm, heavy, and sure in your grasp, a reassuring anchor. You clutch his hand close to your chest and duck your head down, unable to make eye contact.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just tell me what’s going on. Please?”

“It’s just—I’m not used to opening up like this.”

“I know. We’re learning how to, with each other.” Street slips his free hand under your chin, lifting your head up to kiss you affectionately on the cheek.

“Take your time.”

You sigh into his touch, releasing some of the tightness in your chest.

“Can we get ice cream first?”

…

Over a double scoop of cookies and cream, you confide in Street more of your life story.

How there was a period of time in middle school where you used to spend hours at the arcade after school to avoid going home.

Your parents were fighting constantly and you just couldn’t take all the screaming. Your older sister was in high school and worked part time, so she would drop you off with a handful of quarters and get you after.

For some reason, that racing game became your focus, your obsession. You channeled all your frustration, all your hurt, all your pain into that game.

It was your escape.

“It feels silly to freak out now. It’s been well over a decade since I’ve played that game.” You mumble into your ice cream.

“It’s not silly,” Street reassures you, “It’s a painful part of your life.”

You scrunch up your nose and murmur in agreement, not really wanting to think about it anymore. You take another lick of your ice cream, accidentally getting some on your cheek.

Street reaches out with a finger to wipe the smudge of the sticky treat off your face and instead of cleaning his hands on a napkin, he decides to lick it off instead.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, the gesture unexpectedly sexy, but Street just chuckles.

“What? You taste good.”

…

You clutch Street by the collar of his leather jacket, slamming his broad back against the apartment door.

He drops the keys with a clatter, slides a free hand up to lock the door before gripping the back of your neck roughly, returning your desperate kiss.

“Y/N. Are you sure?” He releases your lips with a pant, pressing his forehead to yours and checking in with you.

Consent is so sexy, especially coming from him. Your previous boyfriends always took what they wanted, when they wanted, and you thought that’s how sex had to be.

It was only after being with Street that you realized how gentle, how considerate, and how trustworthy someone could be during sex.

Street treated you with respect, with reverence. He took his time to worship your body.

You were his queen, his goddess, and even if he didn’t say as much in words, he sure as hell showed it with his actions.

So yes.

You were fucking sure you wanted him.

You pulled off your clothes as you walked ahead of him towards your room, dropping fabric across the hallway on your way there.

Street followed quickly, stopping at the foot of your bed with his jeans still on. His chest visibly flushed red as he stared in wonder at your naked form. And he half-laughed, half-groaned out loud.

How did you manage to get your clothes off so quickly and look so damn delicious on the bed for him?

He grabs both of your ankles and drags you down, lifting them up above his shoulders so he can taste you.

You lean back on both elbows, your hair splayed across the sheets as you tip your head back in delight.

“Oh shit, that feels so good.” You breathe out, a moan slipping through your lips.

“Mmm, I can tell.” Street smiles into your pussy as he licks long strips up your core. He finds your clit within a few moments, and starts alternating sucking and licking the sensitive nub.

Your thighs start shaking as the stimulation shoots down your legs.

Street’s chin grows slick as your arousal throbs out of your core, but he simply holds down your thighs with his strong grip, and dives his tongue into your center even more.

It’s only when you spasm particularly hard, almost kicking him in the head that he finally releases you, chuckling as he swipes a thumb across his lips, wiping off some of your juices.

Your body is still twitching, your nerve endings shooting electricity from your core all the way down to your toes and you throw an arm back across your forehead, trying to recover.

“Come on, you can’t be done yet…” Street teases.

“Absolutely not.” You laugh out in a huff, “j-just…give me a minute.”

“Nah.”

Street lifts your legs again, this time crossing them behind his hips, so that he can line himself up to your entrance.

He pushes in slowly, but just the round head of his cock stretches your pussy to the point that you have to grab his arms and stop him.

“Hold on, Jim.”

Street freezes. You only call him by his first name when you’re being serious or something’s wrong.

He pulls out immediately and lifts you up into a sitting position. He immediately grabs your face in his hands, searching your eyes for pain.

“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you? We can stop— I didn’t mean to—“

You grip his wrists and gently remove them from your cheeks. Instead, you press a gentle kiss to his lips, your gaze at him soft and reassuring.

“I’m okay. Let’s try a different position.”

“Are you sure?”

You turn around, holding up your weight on your hands and knees, and spreading your hips back. You flip your hair over your shoulder and glance back at him with a smirk.

“You haven’t made me cum yet, have you?”

Slowly, Street’s concerned look spreads into a smile.

“No, I haven’t.”

“So fuck me.”

Street holds his cock steady while you carefully push back against him, controlling the pace.

When you’ve fully taken him in, now adjusted to his size, Street still hesitates.

“It’s okay. I’m ready now.” You brace yourself.

“Be as rough as you want.”

A sound akin to a growl escapes from the man who is balls deep in your pussy.

He places a bruising grip on your right shoulder and left hip, and slams you back, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

He does that again and again - pulling out almost all the way before slamming your body back against him almost violently.

“Oh fuck!” You yelp each time, your pussy throbbing around him.

Street then pushes your neck down, and you fist the sheets in your hands as you press into the bed, your ass in the air as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

You can hear your bottom smacking against his strong abs, as he swings his hips into you over and over.

And that cock, his huge, delicious cock, spears your pussy in just the right place every time.

“Oh my god, Street. That feels so good!” Your muffled voice can barely be heard over his grunting. God, you love it when men are loud during sex.

Before you know it, you’re close. Street must be too because he snakes a firm arm around your tummy and lifts you up, holding you tightly to his chest. Your core is still clenched in a vice grip around his member as he thrusts upward into your pussy.

“Street! Oh wow! You’re so big!” You praise him, feeling his cock hitting your cervix from his position.

“Yeah? You like it when my cock hits your pussy. Just. like. that?” Street punctuates his question with a hard bounce into you.

“Mmph!” You moan, and you grab his arm, still trapping you against his sweat-slicked body.

“Street,” you pant.

“Yeah?”

“Go faster.”

With a guttural groan, Street grabs the flesh around your hips and drills up into you. His cock drives in and out at a speed that could only be described as mechanical, a piston that pumps as deep as it could possibly go before pulling out and slamming back in as far as it can go.

You fall onto the bed again, unable to do anything but hold on far dear life as Street rails you like a rag doll.

Within seconds, you feel that familiar tingle spread from your core to your entire body, washing over you in waves of pleasure.

“Oh god— I’m cumming!” You scream, gasping for air.

You are answered with a growl as Street collapses on top of you, cumming inside your throbbing core, your pussy milking every last drop from his twitching cock.

Fuck, that was incredible.

After a few moments, you crawl out from under him, and stand up to head to the shower. He leans up on an elbow, watching you with a blissed-out smile. You tie your hair up into a messy bun, the simple action somehow sensual as hell as he sees your bare shoulder blades squeeze together as you reach up to your head.

You turn, catching him admiring you.

“What?” You ask, totally unaware.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your already hot skin somehow flushes even hotter at his words. You have a love-hate relationship with Street’s compliments.

So you just lean down and peck his cheek with kiss-puffed lips.

“Go to bed. We both have work tomorrow.” You whisper before pushing him back onto the mattress, shaking your head in laughter.

…

Your current reality is a universe away from yesterday’s date night with Jim Street.

You stare at his name on the phone, willing him to pick up.

“Y/N?”

Before you can explain to him, you hear the police radio in his car announce your school site and the bombing.

“Jim. I’m there.”

Street is speechless, the dots connecting with several torturous seconds as his worst fears become true.

One

You had told him that morning that you weren’t going into the office, but visiting a school today.

Two

You never call him, preferring to text. If it’s a call, something must be urgent.

Three

You almost never call him by his first name.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Hondo responds to the radio but Street barely hears it as he shouts into the phone.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“There’s been an explosion. A bomb? An AC unit fell through the roof. I’m trapped on the second floor.”

“Are you hurt?” Street repeats his question, desperation seeping into his tone.

Somehow you hesitate to tell him. So instead, you switch to video call and show him your leg.

Street’s eyes widen in horror as he sees the bloodied, crushed flesh.

Hondo glances at Street’s phone, his siren already screaming down the streets of LA.

“We’re coming.”

…

“You can’t keep me here, Hondo! Y/N is hurt, I have to get to her!”

“Street, you’re compromised. You’re gonna take risks and I can’t have you do that, not when there are kids here who need your head straight.”

Another sudden crash makes both men instinctually duck for cover. They had just arrived into a horror scene, with a blazing fire, fire trucks dousing the building with water, police holding back hysterical parents, ambulances treating kids and staff for smoke inhalation, and a soot-smeared principal talking to the fire marshal.

Hondo makes a beeline for her, Street on his heels.

“Sergeant Harrelson, LAPD SWAT. Is everyone accounted for?”

“Yes, all the kids and staff, but we’re missing one visitor, a social worker.”

Street chokes your name out, to which the principal nods, confirming that it’s you.

Meanwhile you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god everyone is safe.” You remark weakly, still on the phone, hearing their entire conversation.

Street is astonished you can think about others but his train of thought is interrupted when Chris in his comms crackles to life.

“There! I got eyes on the bomber! He’s on the roof, east side!”

“We have to go!” Street yells desperately.

“Okay.” Hondo huffs out, making a split second decision.

“Tan, go with Street and get Y/N out. Weapons hot, masks on, the bomber might run into the building. Deacon, you’re with me, let’s trap this rat.”

Street wastes no time running inside the smoke-filled building, his flashlight barely penetrating the ash and dust as he finds the stairs and runs up, Tan covering his back, sweeping his gun back and forth just in case the bomber decides to come their way.

“I’m coming, Y/N. Ten seconds out.” Street speaks into his comms, and his phone, for your benefit too.

But he doesn’t hear a reply.

“Shit!” Street curses. “She was losing a lot of blood, she’s not responding!”

Tan makes a game plan immediately as they keep running.

“I got the AC unit, you start CPR!” Tan shouts.

They skid to a stop at the destroyed classroom, and Street’s heart almost stops at the scene.

Your limp body, lying in a pool of dark blood, trapped under a giant hunk of metal, your phone still clutched in one hand.

Street kneels next to you, his own heartbeat reverberating loudly in his ears.

Thu-thump

He presses his fingers to your neck, feeling for a pulse while leaning down, trying to feel your breath on his face.

Thu-thump

Nothing. He immediately rips his smoke mask off his face and breathes into your mouth.

Once. Twice.

Thu-thump

He braces his hands against your chest and pushes down forcefully, starting CPR compressions.

Thu-thump

With a grating screech of metal, Tan manages to tip the AC unit off of you, revealing your upper thigh soaked in blood and your leg clearly broken in at least two parts.

Thu-thump

Street barely glances down to look, focusing on bringing you back to life. He feels for a pulse again, finally feeling a weak heartbeat, but a heartbeat nonetheless.

“She’s stable! Let’s get out of here!” Street shouts, throwing his smoke mask back on, and another for you.

Tan has already tied your leg down into two splints, one for your thigh, and another for your calf and ankle.

“Ready!” Tan replies in a voice muffled by his smoke mask, wiping his blood soaked hands on his tactical pants and gripping his gun again.

Street lifts you up, carefully draping your injured leg over his forearm, and cradling your concussed head gently against his shoulder.

He flies down the steps, Tan covering his back.

“This is 25-David, Y/N is secured, coming out of the school now.” Tan communicates to the team.

The moment they step out onto the front lawn of the school, their comms crackle again.

“Don’t do it man, don’t!” Hondo yells out. He must have found the bomber.

“Second bomb!” Chris warns, just as another explosion on the far side of the school collapses the roof completely, burying the spot where you were just trapped, and taking the bomber along with it.

“Hondo! Deacon! Chris!” Tan shouts into comms. The two of them shield you from the debris, holding their breath as they wait for a reply.

After a few moments, they hear Hondo coughing into the radio.

“20-David. We’re okay, we’re coming down.”

Street and Tan breathe a sigh of relief, as the EMTs run up to the three of you, carefully putting you on a stretcher.

Streets hurries alongside them, and jumps up into the back of the ambulance, glancing back at Tan.

“Go!” Tan shouts at him. “I got it covered.”

The last thing Street sees as the doors close is Tan standing with his back illuminated by a school on fire, his hands hanging at his sides, bright red with your blood.

…

Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt !

Vision blurry, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to focus and notice the late afternoon sun streaming through plastic blinds in a white-washed room.

A hospital room. That’s right, you were injured in an explosion at the elementary school, and your leg…

You looked down to see a full cast, from thigh to ankle, keeping your leg locked straight. A thin, polyester blanket covers the rest of your body.

Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt !

The insistent vibrating of a phone turns your attention to where a sleeping Jim Street, still in full SWAT gear, rests his head on his folded arms in the empty space on your bedside. One of his hands holds yours gently, even as he dozes.

You slip your hand out from his warm grip and brush his hair back, still flecked with a bit of ash and dust from the rescue mission.

Your gaze softens as you look at his peaceful face. You must have worried him so much with the accident.

Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt !

You see his phone lying on the table and you can just make out what it says.

5 missed calls from Hondo. 2 texts from Chris and Tan saying he missed the debriefing.

And currently, Commander Hicks is ringing, ready to ream his ass for being irresponsible, you’re sure of it.

“Street.” Your voice cracks. Clearing your throat, you try again, louder this time.

“Street!” You shake his shoulder insistently.

He shoots up, awake in an instant. “Y/N! You’re up!”

His eyes dart over your face, checking for any signs of pain.

“You’re in trouble.”

Street takes one look at his phone and mutters “Shit.” Without thinking, he presses a kiss to your clammy forehead and ducks out the door, phone pressed to his ear.

You bring a tentative hand up to your forehead, a lot dazed and a little shocked. The two of you haven’t really discussed the nature of your relationship after that weekend of crazy sex, trying to take it slow.

But it’s not every day that you get gruesomely injured and your hot as fuck roommate rescues you from near death.

As you hear Street’s muffled apologies outside of your hospital room, fuzzy memories start coming back to you.

White letters of a SWAT vest hovering over you as firm hands push down on your weakening heart.

Strong arms holding you up as you feel yourself being carried down a flight of stairs at a ridiculous speed.

The smell of smoke, and the unmistakable smell of Jim Street as he cradles your head into his chest, keeping you safe.

A warm hand never letting go of yours as sirens squeal in the ambulance, your consciousness fading in and out.

A reassuring voice, his voice, telling you that you’re alright, that you're safe.

“I got you, Y/N. I’m right here.”

Fuck taking it slow.

You’re not a girl who normally falls in love with a man in an uniform but damn. You sure as hell get it now.

The door opens with a quiet click and Jim Street steps back inside.

“Hey—“

“I love you.” It comes out a little louder than a whisper. ”I love you, Jim.”

Street's words die in his throat as his eyes widen. He crosses over to you in two strides and simply lifts up your chin so that he can press a kiss to your lips.

A desperate, urgent, love-filled kiss that says just how scared, just how terrified he was to lose you.

And just how much he loves you too.

….

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Confessions of a SWAT Team

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!SWAT!reader

Summary: You and Deacon fell in love with each other, but didn't tell anyone. When officers closer to your age begin flirting with you, Deacon grows distant and won't tell you why.

Warnings: angst, fluff, age gap (not specific but I imagined ~15-20 years, so reader would be late 20s?), Deacon is protective, some arguing, mentions of insecurity, reader is somewhat shy, I used the term "suicide bomber" once in passing. Luca, Street, and Hondo meddle. I think that's all!

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

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Falling in love with Deacon Kay was easy. Telling anyone, including the man himself, is not so easy.

Deacon Kay never considered the idea of skydiving to be scary… until he found himself falling head over heels for you, the newest recruit. When you walked in on your first day, confident of your skills yet willing to learn your place in the team and receive feedback, he felt something new. You were quiet and reserved, willing to learn, and each time he complimented your skills or offered an idea to make something easier or for improvement, you opened up a bit more. More than attraction, there was a deep need to get to know you, to protect you, to stay close to you, and, later, to hide his biggest secret from you and everyone else. Deacon Kay was falling in love but knew it was wrong.

At the end of your probationary period, you and Deacon have a deep connection, secrets and all. His need to stay close and protect you has only strengthened with time, but every time he looks at you, sees your youth, and pictures the bright future you could have, he tries to silence his heart and listen to his mind. You’re too young and could do so much better, he thinks.

Two months into working with 20 David, you were trapped face-to-face with a suicide bomber. With no protection and no escape route, you maintained a brave act while hoping, praying, that your gear would keep you alive. With three seconds left on the detonator countdown, you feel someone wrap their arms around you as their shoulder blocks your face. The force of the explosion knocks you backward, twisting in your savior’s arms to land on top of Deacon. You feel the pressure build in your eyes as you yell at him never to do that again. He can never know, but his protectiveness scares you because it puts him directly in harm’s way.

After the bombing incident, Deacon gets closer. He puts himself between you and gunfire, taking several shots to his Kevlar while leading you to safety. During a raid with narcotics, a cartel leader jumps on top of you, and you struggle for the upper hand until Deacon hauls him off of you, finishing the fight on your behalf. After Deacon protects you, he always takes you back to the station, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as he leads you somewhere private. He tends to your wounds and reminds you that he’s always there if you need to talk.

You want to talk to him more than anything, but Deacon is a Sergeant II, and he’s older than you, and, most importantly, he likely frowns upon inter-team relationships. So, you bottle everything up. Forever.

“You think he’ll ever tell her?” Street asks as Deacon walks out, close enough to you that your hands brush with every step.

“He hasn’t even told us,” Luca points out.

“Maybe we should do something.”

“Their relationship is theirs, guys,” Hondo interjects. “We shouldn’t interfere. Yet.”

Street and Luca smile at the thought of intervening in the future and seeing their teammates happy. They know Deacon is single-handedly responsible for breaking you out of your shell, but they’d like to see it go one step further.

✯✯✯✯✯

“She’s gorgeous,” someone says.

Deacon’s brow furrows as he hears voices grow louder. He tries to focus on the computer before him, looking for blueprints for an entry raid.

“Care for a friendly bet?” a second voice asks.

Several young officers dressed in street clothes stop beside the door where Deacon is working. He can see them, but they haven’t noticed him yet. His focus wavers when he thinks he hears your name.

“Of course, we’re still talking about her,” the first guy answers.

Deacon’s focus shifts completely, turning to face them. They’re close to your age and attractive, but what bothers him most is how easily they discuss their attraction to you.

“If you suggest a ‘first one to get a date with her’ bet, I’m out.”

“I was thinking more we see whose pickup line lands better, then we let her choose. She’s not a prize, she’s a person.”

Yet you’re planning to use her as an object in a bet, Deacon thinks.

“Were you at the range yesterday afternoon? She was there. I can’t believe how good she is. 20 David is lucky.”

“For more reasons than one.”

Deacon clenches his jaw as they walk away, still comparing what they've seen of your shooting and fighting skills. He watches you in awe, too, but they have a shot to get close to you.

“Focus,” he whispers to himself, facing the computer.

“Hey, Deac,” you call as you enter. “Hondo wanted to know if you found the property record? Although, I’m still arguing that this is a waste of your talents.”

You stop beside him, leaning against the desk and smiling at him.

“Uh, yeah,” Deacon answers, trying to look anywhere but at your beautiful eyes. “I got it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great. Let’s go.”

You nod slowly before following him out. Two men call your name, and you look over, tilting your head as they beckon you over.

“I’ll be right there, Deac,” you tell him, tapping his shoulder twice.

He nods, watching silently as you walk to them. They smile as they say something quiet enough that he can’t hear. There’s a small smile on your face, and Deacon thinks you’re introducing yourself.

Pointless, he thinks, they know more about you than they should. Not as much as me, though.

The thought catches Deacon off guard, and when he looks back up, the taller officer is openly flirting with you. You laugh and push a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Deacon missed his chance. He walks away while you continue smiling at them, seemingly enjoying their flirtations.

✯✯✯✯✯

You’re uncomfortable; these officers are 1) flirting with you while you’re still working and 2) way too young and immature for you. Forcing a laugh and moving your hand to your hair nervously, you glance over and only see Deacon’s back as he leaves.

“Well, I’ve got to go,” you blurt out, interrupting the worst pickup line you’ve ever heard, “but it was nice to meet you.”

“Oh, okay. We’ll see you around?” one asks.

“I’m sure we will, we work in the same building,” you answer before realizing that it sounds a little too much like an invitation to come talk to you again.

Rushing to follow Deacon, you enter an office behind him, and Hondo immediately starts talking. You stand by Deacon, but he doesn’t look over and roll his eyes at Hondo’s bad analogies like usual. Fiddling with your fingers, you try to focus but wonder what happened. He could have a lot on his mind, or maybe you did something wrong. You decide to give it some time and hope that it passes.

20 David spends the afternoon training, and when you get in the ring with Deacon, you expect it to go as usual. Typically, you throw a few punches and have to beg Deacon to fight back and make it fair. However, today, Deacon has no problem immediately giving you a full-force hit. You step back and catch yourself before returning the hit. You lose the sparring round, and Deacon climbs out without a glance in your direction.

When you see him later while preparing to go home for the night, you stay quiet. Part of you hopes he’ll yell at you or something - anything to acknowledge you, but nothing happens.

“Goodnight,” you say as Deacon leaves the locker room.

He nods without looking at you. Your heart feels like it’s in pieces on the locker room floor, and you take a deep breath before gathering your things to go home.

“Heading out?” Luca asks as he walks in. You nod, and he adds, “We’re going out for a little bit, want to come?”

“No thanks,” you say quietly, closing your locker gently. “See you tomorrow.”

Street opens the door from the other side and holds it, his smile falling as you duck your head and rush past him.

“What happened?” he asks Luca.

“Deacon,” he answers.

“Want to tell me why Deacon is slamming doors?” Hondo asks when Luca and Street exit.

“Is it just Deacon?” Luca asks knowingly.

“Should we do something now? That distance isn’t safe in the field and if she’s nervous around him…” Street trails off.

“We may have to. She’s not the only emotional one, though. Deac looked a little green on his way out,” Hondo responds.

“What now?”

“Let’s see how tomorrow goes. We have the gala tomorrow night, so something needs to happen. And soon.”

✯✯✯✯✯

 Sitting on your couch, you replay every event of the day. Obviously, you did something wrong, which is why Deacon is so eager for space between you. The only ‘bad’ thing that happened before he changed was the officers flirting with you, but you were still on time, so you didn’t do anything wrong.

If Deacon wants space, you’ll give it to him. It’s the least you can do.

The garment bag in your bathroom catches your attention, and you cross your fingers that the gala is enjoyable and not an evening spent avoiding and being avoided by the one man you’d like to dance with.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hey, brother, you clean up nice,” Hondo taunts as Deacon approaches.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” Deacon replies, a small smile tugging at his lips. He glances around but doesn’t find what, or who, he’s looking for.

“She’s not here yet,” Street says.

“What?”

Hondo shakes his head, and Street takes his cue, excusing himself to let Hondo and Deacon talk.

“What happened between you two?” he inquires.

“Me and Street?”

Hondo rolls his eyes before looking pointedly at Deacon. “You’re jealous.”

Deacon’s eyes stray from Hondo, locking on something behind him. Turning his head, Hondo laughs when he sees what is more worthy of his friend’s attention.

✯✯✯✯✯

Stepping into the large ballroom, you barely have time for a full breath before the officers from earlier sidle up to you and begin talking. You smile politely and nod, not listening to what they’re saying, as you scan the venue for Deacon. When you find him, he’s standing beside Hondo. Hondo steps away, and Deacon’s eyes lock on yours, his brown eyes wide as his jaw clenches. The eye contact doesn’t last long; Deacon turns his back to you and disappears into the crowd. Your heart and smile fall, so the men surrounding you switch tactics, openly complimenting you, though most of it doesn’t affect you in the slightest.

“Excuse me,” you mutter quietly, pushing between them to follow Deacon.

You deserve an explanation, and you’re going to get one. It takes a few minutes, but you find Deacon standing in front of a fireplace in what appears to be a private office off the back hallway.

“Deac?” you ask, wringing your fingers in front of your stomach.

Deacon doesn’t turn around, but he can see you in his mind (not that you ever leave), with your hair styled beautifully, an outfit that flatters you in every way, and glassy eyes and glossy lips. No matter what you’re wearing, street clothes, your uniform, or formal wear for a police gala, you always look perfect to Deacon. Tonight, though, you’re practically begging to be kissed breathless, to be adored, and if he looks at you, he won’t be able to restrain himself.

“What did I do?”

The question presents your insecurity and shyness, which take Deacon back to your first month when you could barely look him in the eye, and your answers had a five-word maximum. He rubs his hand down his face, hearing you shift behind him.

“Please tell me what I did to make you do this,” you plead.

“You didn’t do anything, I’m just working through some things,” he answers carefully, his back to you. “No big deal.”

“If it’s not a big deal then why am I losing you over it?” you snap, your growing anger overpowering your sadness and nervousness.

“You’re not losing me,” Deacon says, sighing.

“It sure feels like it, David.”

You never use his first name, and the moment Deacon hears it, he turns around. He sees you and loses some of his jealousy and anger but says what he needs to anyway.

“I just needed some space to think,” he replies. “Is that wrong?”

“Needing space to think and avoiding me are two different things.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you-“

“Then why did you leave? Why haven’t you said more than fifteen words to me in the last two days?”

“Why didn’t you talk to me at first?” he asks, his voice rising slightly. He regrets the question immediately but can’t apologize before you speak again.

“If this is what talking to you is going to be like from now on, maybe I never should have started,” you admit, dropping your head as tears gather at your waterline.

“You don’t mean that,” Deacon says quietly.

“Just tell me why. Tell me the truth.”

Deacon doesn’t say anything, and you bite your bottom lip as you think. Deacon wants nothing more than to grab your face, tug your lip free, and kiss you until you don’t talk to him, not because he created a rift between you but because he steals your breath. You’re all he’s ever wanted and more, but the idea still terrifies him. The rejection alone could kill him, but having to see you at work would be worse.

“If you want me to join another team or something, tell me,” you demand. “But I deserve to know why you decided I wasn’t worth the lack of space.”

Deacon’s eyes race to find yours. “This is not about your worth,” he answers, anger spilling through. Not at you, though; at himself, at the situation he put you in, and at those officers who have a chance at what he craves most.

“Then why are you acting like you hate being near me?”

“Because I cannot lose another person I love!” he yells.

You freeze, unable to form a reply. Deacon takes a deep breath when he realizes what he confessed. Your silence is worse than yelling at him.

“I’m sorry,” he begins.

“I love you too,” you whisper, a single tear breaking free when you smile. “I’m in love with you.”

Deacon steps forward, closing the physical and emotional gap. Taking your left hand, he raises his to wipe your tears. His hand lingers by your face as you smile up at him.

“I was jealous,” he explains. “Those cops were flirting with you yesterday and you looked happy. They’re closer to your age and you have more in common. It made sense for you to go for them, not me.”

“Deacon, I was uncomfortable, not happy. I turned around to find you and you were gone and then you just kept getting further away. I want you, Deacon Kay. No one else.”

“Care to dance with me?” he asks quietly.

“I’d love to. I’ve been wanting to all week,” you answer.

His smile grows, drawing your attention to his eyes as he leads you back to the ballroom. You don’t see any members of your team as you walk onto the dance floor. Deacon leads, letting you lean on him again, something you missed in the short time it was gone. The song ends, and you straighten, preparing to pull away.

“I want you too,” Deacon says. “But I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“Then don’t,” you encourage, smiling as you tap his hand twice.

Deacon smiles and pulls his hands from yours, cupping your face and kissing you without hesitation. You slide your hands up his chest to rest under his lapel. Deacon feels your heart race, his thumb against the pulse point below your jaw, but his beats steadily below your hand. With each of Deacon’s movements, more of your breath, more of your life, more of you becomes his.

“Aye, Deac!” Luca yells from the crowd. “Way to go!”

“About time!” Street adds, leading a round of applause from the entire LAPD.

Deacon pulls back from you, smiling when you hide your face against his neck. He sees the flirty cops from earlier awkwardly clapping with the crowd. His hand rubs up and down your back, glad that everyone, you included, knows that you’re his and he is yours.

“Told you,” Hondo teases as he walks to Deacon’s side. “Green ain’t your color.”

“He only means figuratively, you look good in everything,” you mumble against his skin.

“Want to get out of here?” Deacon asks, his hands still on your back as he holds you against him.

“Please,” you reply, tapping his chest twice.

He leads you out, stopping you after you’re outside.

“Why do you tap me twice?” Deacon asks gently, his arm around your waist and his jacket over your shoulders.

“It’s the only way I could tell you without actually saying it,” you say with a shrug.

“Say what?”

“That I love you.”

Deacon smiles, tapping your waist twice as he moves you to stand closer to him.

His lips meet yours again, and when your hands reach his jaw, you’re not sure where you end or Deacon begins, and it’s perfect. Deacon Kay was easy to fall in love with, easy to be in love with, and he was absolutely worth the wait.

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The views in Sydney would be great if it would just stop fucking raining.

Seriously annoyed, Rocker strides back to the lobby. He nods at a handful of Aussie cops from the Tactical Operations Unit (TOU) that led the seminar today and spies Deacon scrolling through his phone.

"Deac, hey. It's still pissing out there and I'm already starving," Rocker tells him.

Deacon sighs. "Room service?"

"Can we charge it to LAPD?"

"They already cut costs with us sharing a hotel room," Deacon says, smiling, "so they better cough up the money for a proper meal."

There are other officers from the States, but Rocker isn't all that into socializing at the moment. He is still jetlagged to hell after four days of workshops, presentations and demonstrations. Tomorrow is the last day, full of speeches and thank yous, and Rocker is bored just thinking about it.

At least it's Deacon out here with him. Hondo can be preachy and that gets on Rocker's nerves, while Luca is a horrible person to share a room with. Tan, Rocker's first choice, is currently preparing to take the sergeant's exam.

And back home, what does Rocker have to look forward to outside of work? His apartment, his painting, and his Russian literature. God, life as a divorced man is depressing.

Deacon is someone Rocker wants to become: steady, calming, assured. Sure he has his flaws, but Deacon doesn't try to talk down to Rocker even if he has every right to do so.

Besides, Rocker knows that he's 50-David only because Deacon dropped out of consideration, and ever since then, Rocker has actively sought out Deacon's advice whenever he can. It's created a strong bond between them, the two former 2ICs to a couple of SWAT legends. He doesn't like having to follow Hondo's orders sometimes, but Deacon? He'll follow Deacon right into hell if Deacon asks him to.

Rocker doesn't want to think about what that says about him.

---

They had dinner at the tiny table in the room, and then they open up the bottle of wine they were given by one of the sergeants here as a welcome gift.

"I'm just saying, if they make me ride that horse again..." Rocker says, about three-quarters through the bottle, while Deacon laughs at the memory of the Mounted Police picking Rocker to try a couple of horseback riding maneuvers. Despite Rocker's best attempts, the horse just did not have any respect for him.

"Oh, you didn't have any dreams of being a cowboy?" Deacon teases.

Rocker scrunches his nose. "I'm a city boy through and through. Sure, kid me wanted to ride a bucking bronco, but I'm not four years old anymore."

The image of Rocker riding one of those mechanical bulls flashes into Deacon's mind. And he keeps his mind there for a moment.

"You'll look good doing it," he says at last.

"That's because I make everything look pretty," Rocker says, grinning, his cheeks pink from the wine. Deacon can't disagree; Rocker is stupidly attractive with his dark brown curls and strong features and that buff body. Unaware of Deacon's train of thought, Rocker sighs. "I like getting out of LA for these sort of trips, but the jetlag sucks."

Deacon agrees. "I'd like it more if we could go around the city or maybe venture out further. Seems such a waste being stuck indoors." He thinks about it. "No, I take that back. Running around the city means I'm actually on a case."

"Ha, I heard about Thailand. You guys have the worst luck."

"It's all Hondo, I swear."

Rocker raises an eyebrow. "But you're loyal to him."

"I'm loyal to my team," Deacon corrects. "No matter who leads it."

"Even if it's me?"

Deacon narrows his eyes. "Are you trying to poach me over to 50-squad?"

"Stevens would kill me if I swapped him out for you," Rocker says, and then he sighs. "I like working with you though. You're so... graceful. Contained."

"You're not too bad yourself," says Deacon. He reaches over and squeezes Rocker's biceps. "I mean, all that beef on you. And you're very easy on the eyes. Plus, don't tell anyone I said so, but I like when you smile so wide your whole face scrunches up."

"Really?" Rocker asks, smiling in that exact way now, as if he's been given a gift he wanted all year.

Deacon doesn't remove his hand. He likes the way his tanned skin contrasts against Rocker's paler complexion. As if looking through a screen, he sees his thumb rubbing over the patch of skin, and Rocker's muscle jumps under the caress.

"Deac?"

"Sorry," he murmurs, about to draw back his hand when he looks at Rocker again. And he stops moving. Stops breathing.

The downpour outside becomes louder. The heavens seem to want to drown out everything other than this room, render the passage of time meaningless.

Rocker swallows and licks his lips. Deacon's gaze snaps to the tip of the pink tongue peeking out, and everything in him screams for him to taste it.

The next thing he knows, he's got one hand in the back of Rocker's head, his fingers digging into short hair, and his mouth is locked over the other man's lips.

Rocker doesn't even resist, tilting his head as his thick arms go around Deacon's waist and back. He actually whines when Deacon pulls away briefly, but Deacon doesn't leave him for long; he straddles the younger man and resumes the kiss, one hand tangled into the short, damp curls of Rocker's hair and the other cradling his lightly-stubbled jaw. When he settles his weight on Rocker's lap, he encounters a heated hardness.

Gasping, Deacon pulls back from the kiss. What am I doing?

Below him, Rocker's blue eyes are blown dark, his fair cheeks pink and rosy, and his lips swollen and wet. He blinks up at Deacon, a soft, inquiring sound emerging from his throat. His hands - massive hands, always so sure and confident - tremble where they're placed on Deacon's body. He licks his lips again.

Deacon's pulse races in his chest while his own cock thickens with desire. He's done this. He's done this to Rocker, who's always, always confident. As if to test his theory, Deacon rocks his hips a little, and Rocker moans, lips parting, his broad chest heaving.

"Please," Rocker whispers, his voice so quiet and broken that Deacon can't tell if Rocker meant to say it at all.

He pulls off his own shirt and then removes Rocker's. A dull pink flush spreads over Rocker's chest. Deacon rubs his thumbs over the erect nipples, making Rocker whimper and rock up. The sensation causes every single nerve in Deacon's body to feel like he's been shocked with electricity.

He wants more of it.

"Just this once," he finds himself saying. "Just once."

"Okay," Rocker agrees too readily, and pulls Deacon close.

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Wanna Solve A Murder? - Chapter 1

Hi guys! This is an idea I came up with and I thought people might like it. Let me know what you think? It’s my first chapter story! So I’m super excited!

Pairings: Deacon x Plus sized!reader (age gap, everyone is of consenting age)

Summary: You've grown close with 20-David, especially a certain silver haired sergeant. When he asks you to help him do research on an old case, you get dragged into more than you expected.

Warnings: mentions of old murder, use of Y/N

“Street!”

You called out your best friends name as you walked through the house, a grin spreading along your face as you spotted him in the corner of the living room.

Chris, Tan, Hondo, Luca and Deacon were around him, 20-David all together. Each of them smiled bright when they saw you approaching, Street the first to greet you with a hug.

The music and chatter became background noise as you greeted each member, Deacon’s touch lingering just a little longer than the others.

You’d been friends with Street for years. You met while in the foster system and had stayed in touch with him ever since you were 12 years old. You’d been with one another through all the ups and downs of growing up, and your pride in him when he joined SWAT was immeasurable.

He’d had a hard right adjusting to the team, no doubt. And it had been your voice in his ear encouraging him. Chewing him out when he got kicked off and cheering him on when he got back to 20-David. He’d introduced you to the team shortly after and everyone adored you.

Especially Deacon.

You’d clicked with him most of all when you met them all for dinner. You’d sat between Street and Deacon in the Chinese restaurant, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. You were amazed how much you both had in common. Shared hobbies and interests, favorite music and books. You’d almost forgotten you were at a table full of other people.

Ever since then, whenever Street brought you around or you showed up unannounced with some treat in hand, Deacon was one of the first to greet you.

You got along great with the others. Chris was always happy to hang out, Tan and Hondo were happy to help with car problems or plumbing issues in your apartment. Luca was always reminding you he had a couch to crash on if you needed it.

But Deacon drew your interest the most.

He had opened up shortly after you met about his children and the divorce, and you were happy to offer babysitting services whenever he needed. He gladly took you up on those.

You had so many discussions late into the night about religion, his faith and yours, how hard the divorce was on him and financial struggles. He opened up to you about so much of his life, and you shared the same personal details with him.

Your life growing up in the system, the families you'd been placed with and torn away from, where your real parents were the last you knew. He was a solid support for all of it.

Being around Deacon was second nature, almost natural. You were certain no one else noticed it, but you didn’t realize how wrong you were.

When you pulled away from the hug and looked up at him, his eyes were shimmering with amusement and affection. The warm gaze that was shared between you both didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team, especially Street.

“How’s it going, guys?” You asked brightly, stepping back and joining the circle the rest of the team formed. Hondo answered first, launching into a story about another move he made on a helicopter.

It genuinely seemed interesting, you tried to pay attention. But your gaze kept slipping to the man beside him, the silver hair and the brown eyes and the beard, god you loved-

“Y/N? Hello?” You jumped out of your daze and smiled, brain scrambling to catch up with the conversation around you. “Yeah! Yeah, work has been great. We’re slowing down, this time of year, you know. But we’re doing great.”

Chris seemed satisfied with your response and jumped into a story about her uncle, and you tried to focus your mind on your friends this time.

It wasn't long before Street and Chris wandered off on their own, Hondo and Tan disappearing as Tan talked about Bonnie. Luca got distracted by something Rocker was saying and walked off, leaving you with Deacon.

The older man didn't have to say much as he led you to the backyard, knowing you'd follow. The backyard was mostly empty, a few people in the dark corners. Deacon took a seat on top of the picnic table, watching you sit beside him with a smile.

"Everything going alright?" His voice was soft and raspy after not speaking for so long, too distracted by your arrival to participate much in the previous conversations.

You nodded and smiled reassuringly, head cocked as you studied him. "Everything okay with you? You seem.. More in your head than usual."

He smiled at your words and shook his head briefly, elbows on his knees and hands clasped as he looked at the ground. "You know how I've been going to the prison, leading the prayer group?" You watched him and hummed in response, brows knitting together in concern. But you let him continue.

"One of the guys is someone I arrested. About.. 6 years ago? And he's been talking to me, saying that he's innocent. And I'm.. Starting to wonder."

“What was he arrested for?” You kept your tone soft and light, trying to put him at ease. “Murder. He murdered a girl, he was working at her house. Supposedly she rejected his advances and.. he killed her. Stuffed her body in a pantry.”

The heaviness in his tone, his lack of eye contact.. You knew this was bothering him. You shifted a little closer before you could talk yourself out of it, trying to ignore the chilling details he exposed as your shoulder bumped his. "So what if you looked into it? Can't hurt anything, right?"

He leaned into you, the warmth from your body giving him comfort as he raised his head and turned to you, brown eyes glued to yours. "I want to. What if this man really is innocent, and he's lost all these years over a mistake?" You nodded along as he spoke, understanding the worries he had.

Deacon took so much pride in his job, in his work.. You knew how badly this was eating away at him. "Can I help at all?"

"I was actually hoping you would.. I was going to ask you." He smiled slightly and broke into a laughed as your eyes lit up, a grin spreading across your face. Working a real case? With him?

"I would love to, Deacon. Really." You beamed and reached out to briefly squeeze his hand, his long fingers quick to brush yours in return. "Good. You free tomorrow? I pulled the files already, just need some fresh eyes to look over them."

"Just tell me when to be there." He nodded and stood up, taking your arm and helping you off the table before releasing you, his shoulders lowered at the weight that was lifted.

"Tomorrow we'll start, then."

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hi sunny! you've got too many good ideas so 😌💖

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abigail! i am at war (the er) and im dying (my stomach hurts so bad). just thought you should know.

✨- He’s not sure what he’s expecting when he takes Evan, no jacket and bare feet outside in the rain, but it’s not this. Evan giggles, sticking his tongue out as if to catch raindrops on his tongue before going to jump in a puddle. Deacon’s eyes quickly catch Annie’s surprised ones in the window. He’s not entirely sure what’s happening right now, but he’s not getting in the way of it.

Evan’s curls are matted to his forehead in seconds, and Deacon’s freezing, but he doesn’t dare go inside.

“David?” Evan asks, startling him. Evan talks to Rocker, Hondo, and Luca but never to him and Annie. At least not until now, He reaches for Deacon’s hand. “Come play with me?”

💌- Tommy tries to not think about how late his husband gets home He tries not to think of the liquor smell stuck to his clothing. He tries not to think of the fact that Evan’s so drunk, he’s almost cross-eyed and he can barely stand.

It burns in his gut, his thoughts sitting putrid. He longs to shake him, to demand that he stop all this madness and just go get help. He wants to demand that Evan stop hurting himself but most importantly, stop hurting Tommy.

He wants his home to feel like home. He can’t remember the last time it did.

💔- “What was it like?” Tommy asks, suddenly desperate to know if he’s going to feel like this forever. He knows he probably deserves it but he doesn’t know how much longer he can stand it.

“What was what like?” Evan asks softly, putting down the carrot he was peeling to look at him.

“Losing your brother,” he says. “What was it like?”

“Awful,” Evan laughs bitterly. “It was the single most awful thing that’s ever happened to me. It was… it was Leukemia. His third time. He was first diagnosed when I was born, and he was in remission until I was fifteen. He went in for a routine check up two years ago, and they found growth. They caught it in time, they said, but Danny… Daniel didn’t want to do it anymore. Said he was living on burrowed time. Asked me what kinda bastard gets cancer three times if he’s supposed to live. I begged him to reconsider, to get the treatment, told him I’d do anything he wanted. He looked at me, smiled, and told me to let him go, he was tired. He was gone a year later.”

🌈- It’s three am when he wakes up next. He’s not entirely sure why he’s awake. He’s been pretty good at sleeping through the night, and most of the day, considering a that’s happened. Tommy isn’t in bed. His side of the bed is cold like he was never in it. Buck can’t stop the whimper that leaves his throat when his hand touches the sheet next to it.

“Baby?” he hears Tommy whisper, and the creak of the rocking chair that Tommy’s nonna gave them in the corner. “Evan, are you alright?”

He’s not sure how to answer, the words getting caught around the lump in his throat. He’s not alright. He hasn’t been alright in a long time.

🫀- It’s different now that he knows Officer Nolan is on nights for him. It’s nice to have someone to talk to. And sure, things may get back to Athena this way but there’s no reason they should. Nolan doesn’t even know that Buck is under Sergeant Grant’s husband. To him, he’s just Evan. Between him and Tommy, he’s not sure he’s ever liked being Evan more.

“You seemed to have lost weight kid, you eating alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

🔫- “Evan!” He hears his sister. But he doesn’t dare to look up. He put her daughter in danger. She’s never going to forgive him. “Evan! Oh my god! Thank god you’re alright!”

“Maddie-“

“I was so worried when I got the call, Chimney has Jee now. She told us how you protected her, oh Evan-“

“Maddie-“

“And you’re here, safe and sound, and she’s here safe and sound, and it a miracle. Oh, Evan!”

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Snippet Sunday

tagging all the usual suspects with no pressure: @tiny-reader @monsterrae1 @outtoshatter @tkwritesdumbassassins @rosieposiepuddingnpie @whimsyswastry @missanniewhimsy and anyone else who wants to play along.

Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana: Chapter 15: Home—Epilogue

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, platonic Deacon/Hondo. Assumes other canon pairings through season 3 of 911

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

tags/warnings: first draft. Navy seal buck, fix it, post lawsuit.

Nash answers on the third ring, an edge of anxiety to the words that aren’t completely hidden by their formality. “This is Bobby Nash. Who am I speaking with?”

“This is Commander Steve McGarrett. We met about a month ago.”

“You were the man here with Sergeant Harrelson and talked with me after Eddie was taken,” Nash says, voice tight. 

“Correct.” 

“I thought I recognized the number. Has something happened to Buck?”

Steve takes a deep breath and reminds himself that this man is hurting just like Buck was and hasn’t been given much information beyond the basics, most of which was filtered through his wife, Sergeant Grant-Nash. “No. I was calling to answer some questions I thought you might have before Buck returns.”

“Buck is coming home?”

“Eventually,” Steve hedges. He doesn’t have an exact time frame, but Buck probably won’t stay longer than Kono’s requested leave.

The pained huff crackles over the phone. “Okay. Is… I was told Buck was not injured when Eddie was found?”

“No. Buck is uninjured and is currently pretending that the paperwork I assigned him is fascinating, but he’s bored out of his mind.”

“Buck isn’t one for sitting behind a desk,” Nash mutters in agreement. 

“No, he’s not, which is why I’m calling.”

Nash is silent, waiting on Steve. 

“You can’t play those sorts of games with Buck, Captain. He’s not meant for a desk job, and it’s cruel to pretend he’s safe behind one.”

“Sounds like you have him doing that yourself.”

Steve snorts, amused by the acerbic words aimed at him. “The paperwork is just to keep Buck busy and remind him that he doesn’t want to be a police officer long term.”

“He’s a firefighter,” Nash argues. “Buck’s used to being up and moving, a lot of physicality.”

“That’s good of you to acknowledge that,” Steve retorts. “My point stands, Captain.”

“Which is what?”

Steve sighs. “Putting Buck behind a desk won’t keep him safe. Buck is one of the finest men I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. He puts his whole heart and soul into his work and was meant to save people, which is why I let him find other work. Putting him behind a desk like you did is punishment for someone like him, who did nothing to deserve it. Manage your guilt, Captain. Don’t punish Buck for your failures. You won’t like the results if you do it again.”

“Is that a threat?”

[sluttytommykinard]

This is for chapter 5 of giving a friendly nudge and Tarlos are back 🥳🎉!!!

They find out that the fingerprints on the weapon somehow belong to Tommy, which launches a full-fledged I.A.D. investigation. “This is going to be quick since a lot of the other Officers and Sergeants here don’t like me or Hondo, also I was driving past Hondo’s block when they think that it had happened.” Tommy watches as Stevens and Deacon leave the interrogation rooms and starts walking towards them with Evan right behind him “Sergeant Kinard, this will be quick since I already have 90% of your fellow cops in this building vouching for you and your honor.” The boyfriends share a shocked look with one another before focusing back on the woman in front of them. “Thank you for telling me about that.” Tommy gets comfortable in his chair while Evan fidgets nervously, not knowing what to expect from this. “We have witness statements placing you and your truck driving through the block that Sergaent Harralson lived on before stepping out of the vehicle and arguing with him, is that correct?” Tommy gives her a confused look, remembering driving past the block but never turning onto the street. “No. I drove past the street to get to an open cafe for a date but never turned onto the street.” Tommy leans on the table just as the door opens and his union representative walks in and sits next to him. “Not another word, Rocker.” The Sergeant sees through the open door that Pearce is standing and talking frantically to Street, making his stomach turn in all the worst ways. “This investigation is not yet done, but I am done talking with you, Rocker. Thank you for your cooperation.” He all but runs out of the room to be able to ask Pearce why he was here, knowing that it couldn’t be anything good. Tommy curses to himself when Pearce walks out the door just as he walks up to Street. “What the hell was he doing here?” Tommy lets his anger and hatred for the Paramedic finally seep into his voice and facial expressions, knowing that Pearce is probably behind all of the things that are happening. “He was here to inform us that he saw you enter the outdoor cafe with blood all over your hands and jacket 10 minutes after Hondo was attacked.” Tommy breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the disbelief in Streets’ voice as he recites what he was just told. “You don’t seem to believe him all that much, why is that?” Tommy puts his hands in his pockets and leans back a little, completely calm and collected, which surprises Buck. “He is clearly obsessed with Buck and every time that he visited here with Buck, he always looked at all of us like we were competition for his boyfriend’s heart.” Tommy closes his eyes and when he opens them again they are this dark, stormy blue instead of the usual ocean blue, which scares Buck just a little bit. “Do you think that he might be trying to frame me for the attempted murder of Hondo? How did he even plan on pulling that off?” T.K. and Carlos walk in at the end of Tommy’s question and they suddenly get scared for Buck. “Rocker, what happened to Hondo, what do you mean by attempted murder, and why is someone framing you for it?” The couple walks up to the trio and hugs Buck, glad that he wasn’t hurt by this random person. “We believe that Pearce MIGHT have beaten him half to death with a hammer outside of his house and is framing me for it.” Carlos has seen his fair share of calmly angry expressions in his lifetime (thanks to his father) which allows him to identify it in Tommy instantly, and yet it still scares him.

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But this is love I just can’t live without Masterlist

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!Reader

Biker!au

Summary: You swore you were never coming home again. Not after what happened. What he did to you when you were kids. But you know you’d regret missing your own mother’s funeral if you didn’t show up. You just hope he doesn’t come even though it’s almost guaranteed he will. Has to support his grieving president and all.

Connected to but not necessary to read:

Take me with you Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x f!reader

Top Gun MC members:

Iceman - President

Maverick - Vice President

Slider - Sergeant at Arms

Hollywood - Secretary

Wolfman - Treasurer

Original members - Merlin, Sundown, Chipper, Cougar, Hondo, Cyclone

Newer members - Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, Fritz, Yale, Harvard, Omaha

Chapter 1 “Oh how can it be” Baby Ice

Chapter 2 “Bit off more than you could chew” Bradley

Chapter 3 “Nowhere to go” Baby Ice

Chapter 4 “A man so filled with doubt” Bradley

Chapter 5 “Counting on beauty to kill off the beast” Baby Ice

Chapter 6 “A curse I can’t disown” Bradley

Chapter 7 “Howl at the moon” Baby Ice

Chapter 8 "The softer the skin" Bradley

Chapter 9 "The sharper the teeth" Baby Ice

Chapter 10 “It’s tearing me apart” Baby Ice

Chapter 11 "It's worse when I'm alone" Baby Ice

Chapter 12 "Despite the toll of the dead" Baby Ice

Chapter 13 " " Bradley

Title and chapter names from:

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Part 6 - Adults Only ;)

Several weeks went by accompanied by many more dates. Nikki made it a point to visit the station every time Deacon was on and even fed the rest of 20 David supper a few times. Nikki had still not entirely given herself up to Deacon but SWAT’s annual dinner was coming up and it was a formal, black tie event. Nikki didn’t like specifically planning when she was going to have sex - that took away too much from the experience and put too much pressure on it. However, she did dress for the evening like she would end up in Deacon Kay’s bed. 

After getting out of the shower, she did her hair and make-up. She put on a black, lace thong, grinning and reveling in her choice of dress - a long navy blue formal dress that hooked behind her neck, but had an open back. She didn’t have a wear a bra and she knew Deacon well enough to know that he would notice. 

She had spent enough time at Deacon’s that she had several outfits at his house and her own items in the shower. The fact that Deacon Kay was able to spend all of this alone time with her and still leave the decision of when they finally got to explore each other’s bodies up to her with zero pressure meant more to Nikki than she would ever be able to tell. She didn’t bother packing a bag before he arrived to pick her up. 

When Deacon saw her for the first time that night, he was so stunned by how amazing his girl looked that he didn’t even speak. He simply pulled her into his arms and kissed her. 

Nikki enjoyed feeling Deacon’s lips on hers and the scratch of his facial hair as he deepened the kiss the slightest bit further. She felt his hands find her bare back and she grinned into the kiss. 

“My darling, you are astonishing,” he whispered against her lips as the kiss broke. 

Nikki winked and gave Deacon a flirtatious grin. “Deacon Kay, tonight it’s you that is making me look good.” She pulled away from him, taking a step back and eyeing the Sergeant up and down.

Deacon smiled and blushed. Neither one of them were bothered by the 16 year age gap between them, but for him, there was no need to be when Nikki made him feel young every second of everyday. 

“Let’s go show you off,” Deacon expressed as Nikki locked her door, put her keys in her purse and took Deacon’s hand to be guided down the front steps. 

Due to work they hadn’t seen each other in a few days prior to the SWAT dinner so they spent the ride there catching up on how each other’s days had been. When they pulled up to the building, Nikki sat, patiently waiting on David to get out and come open her door for her. Her eyes followed him around the front of his truck. He was in a navy blue suit that matched her dress, brown dress shoes, and a carolina blue tie against a white dress shirt. He looked phenomenal. 

Her door opened and Deacon helped her out, helping her make sure her dress was adjusted like she wanted it from the ride over before intertwining his fingers in hers and walking her into the building. 

Deacon and Nikki greeted his fellow coworkers before finding a seat at their respective table with the rest of 20-David. Dinner was followed by dessert and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nikki that Deacon rarely let go of her thigh the entire time. When the dance floor opened to couples and slow songs started playing, Deacon led Nikki out, finding their spot in the center. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he linked his fingers together behind the small of her back. 

Slow dancing with Deacon was one of Nikki’s favorite things to do. They had the best conversations and it was blissful to be the only ones in the world that existed for a few minutes. 

Across the room, Hondo and Luca sat and watched Deacon and Nikki. 

“You know, he might just be right, Luca.” Hondo said, taking a swig of his beer.

“What you mean?” Luca chewed a bite of his dinner roll.

“Deac told me when he and Nikki first started dating that he was going to marry that girl. I was hesitant at first, but I do believe he was right.”

“Oh, hell yes,” Luca chimed. “They are so in love.”

Hondo smiled, “It’s beautiful, man. I’m so happy for Deac.” 

“I simply cannot get enough of you.” Nikki told Deacon with a smile. Her fingers were intertwined behind his neck, but she softly rubbed the nape of his neck with her thumb.

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled. 

Nikki gave him a puzzled look. 

Even though the music was loud enough that people next to them wouldn’t be able to hear, Deacon lowered his head so he was speaking next to Nikki’s ear. 

“Do you think I haven’t noticed that you’re not wearing a bra?” 

Chill bumps covered Nikki’s arms, neck, and back. Deacon’s voice was so low and raspy, she immediately felt the heat in her pelvis. 

Deacon knew tonight would be different too. 

Nikki grinned and bit her bottom lip, leaning into Deacon’s lips as he kissed her ear. 

“You caught me.” Nikki giggled, pulling back just enough so Deacon could see her look innocently at him. 

“And you think that I haven’t noticed the piercings that no one else knows that you have?” 

Nikki swore she saw Deacon’s pupils dilate with desire as he looked at her, glancing at her boobs even though they were covered by her dress. 

“Deacon, can I go home with you tonight?”

“Oh, baby,” Deacon growled, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

He kissed her from the corner of her mouth to her cheek as the song ended. 

The couple danced together for two more songs and had one last drink with Deacon’s team mates before saying their good-byes and heading out. 

The two could feel the sexual tension between them as Deacon drove the back to his house. Deacon again opened the truck door for her, helped her out, and led her inside. He shut the door behind them and Nikki heard the deadbolt lock. 

“May I have this pleasure?” Deacon held out his hand. 

“Of course you can,” Nikki took his hand and followed him to his bedroom. 

The restraint that he showed once they were alone behind locked doors together surprised her. She expected it to be like the movies - him shoving her against a wall, kissing her passionately, tearing each other’s clothes off. This definitely wasn’t that, but she wholeheartedly trusted her man. 

Once in his bedroom, Deacon removed his coat and hung it on a coat hanger and placed it on his closet door knob. Nikki wasn’t sure where this was heading, but she was patiently waiting. 

Deacon shut his closet door so that they were both in view of the full length mirror he had mounted to the door. He positioned himself behind her and pulled her hair over one shoulder. He unbuttoned the collar of her dress and began pulling it off her shoulders as he watched in the mirror. A low moan escaped his throat once the weight of the dress pulled it completely off of her. He immediately caressed both of her boobs in his hands and began kissing the exposed side of her neck. He managed to twist her pierced nipples ever so gently before she turned around, removed his loosened tie and began to work on undoing all of his shirt buttons. His hands reached around and cradled her bare ass cheeks as she worked and she could feel his grip on them tighten. 

“Holy hell, baby,” Deacon growled. His lips hungrily attached to her neck, just below her ear. He bit the skin before soothing it with his tongue. He reigned himself back in and Nikki giggled at his brief moment of feral weakness. 

Nikki pulled his button down over his shoulders and let it hit the floor. She made quick work of removing the white undershirt he wore. She grabbed his face softly and kissed him. Then she trailed her hands down his neck, down his chest, and down his abdomen, coming to rest on his hips. Her eyes followed her hands down his torso. Deacon watched her take him in. He loved feeling her hands on him like this. He became keenly aware of his pants tightening across his pelvis as his beautiful woman touched every inch of his body. 

Nikki unbuckled Deacon’s belt, followed by his pants button and zipper. She pushed his pants down to his ankles, grinning seductively at his boxer brief restrained penis. 

“God, Deacon-“

“Call me David,” he interrupted her. 

She paused and gave him a curious but compliant look. 

He returned the look with love in his eyes, “Everyone calls me Deacon. You’re so much more to that than me. This is so much more special to me than anything.”

Nikki was already wet, but hearing Deacon - David being so passionate only intensified the feeling. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his underwear. 

God, she hadn’t done this in so long, she hoped she still had it… but she knew even if she didn’t, David wouldn’t care. 

She stroked him several times from base to tip before taking him into her mouth. He moaned louder than Nikki expected him to before she was caught off guard by him abruptly pulling her off of his dick by her hair. She looked up at him, puzzled. 

“I’m not gonna last long, baby.” David panted. 

Nikki kissed his hip, “Neither will I, baby.” She kissed his pelvis and presumed to take him back into her mouth. 

David moaned obscenely. He had planned on pleasuring Nikki first when he thought about their first time together, but in this moment, she thoroughly seemed to enjoy having his entire length down her throat. He knew he would be good for multiple rounds with her, which is why when he moaned to her several moments later that he was about to cum and she left him in her mouth, he made no attempts of edging himself and it was fucking amazing. 

“I have waited for you and only you since I found you again, baby,” he told her breathlessly, “and so far this is everything I have ever dreamed of and exceedingly more.”

Nikki planted several soft kisses on each of David’s thighs as he was coming down from his orgasm. 

“C’m here, beautiful,” he said, helping her up to her feet. 

He began kissing her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth. He began caressing her boobs as he dominated her mouth with his tongue. He pulled away from her and knelt down to unstrap her heels and help her out of them. Once she was barefooted, he backed her against the nearest wall. He kissed up and down each thigh. He held her hands in his by her side while he kissed her legs, up her pelvis on each side and to her abdomen. He stopped when he reached the scar on her abdomen that her ex-husband left her with. It was bigger than he expected and he was filled with anger for only a split second at the fact that someone could be so evil to someone so perfect. As quickly as the anger came on, it subsided and he was filled with the desire to love every ounce of pain out of her. He kissed across her scar and back down to her pelvis. 

“I want to make you feel so good, baby,” he breathed across the top of her thong. He kissed her through it before abruptly pulling it down. He made note of the fact that it was already soaked and smelled just she like she did. 

He wasted no time in throwing one of her legs over his shoulder before licking her outer folds with one stroke of his tongue. He glanced up at her to see her looking down at him, pupils blown, eyes dark with lust for him. She ran her fingers through his short graying hair. He smirked against her pussy and introduced two fingers into her. 

“God damn,” he moaned as he felt just how wet she was. “I know I’ve done this to you… haven’t I?” 

“Fuck yes, David,” she breathed, the grip into his hair and the door handle they were next to tightening. “You take care of me in every way possible.” 

David moaned and begin pumping his fingers in and out of her. Listening to his girl moan his name obscenely while he finger fucked her had him rock hard again in mere seconds. 

“Cum on me, baby,” David instructed her as he brought his mouth to her clit. 

Just as quickly as he came in her mouth, she came all over his hands and mouth. 

He eased her down from her high, his dick hard and throbbing again. He stood up and walked her over to the bed on quivering legs. 

He chuckled, “Ole man still got it, huh?”

“Fuck, baby,” Nikki said as David eased her down onto the bed on her back and she pulled him down to her lips. This time she tasted herself on his mouth, his mustache and beard wet from her. He snaked his arm underneath of her, wrapping it around her, supporting his weight over her on his opposite arm. “I didn’t know you could be anymore amazing to me.” Nikki breathed in between kisses. 

She let her knees fall to the side so he was pelvis to pelvis with her as he kissed her passionately. 

“Challenge accepted.” David said with a wink. Nikki watched as he sat back on his knees, grabbed his dick, stroking it a couple of times as he pushed his head into her still throbbing cunt. He groaned with her as he slid the rest of the way into her, stopping to savor the feeling of being one with the woman he was falling even more in love with. 

“You are so wet for me, baby, and you are so. Fucking. Tight.” He slowly pulled out and pushed himself back in just as slowly. “You are so worth every moment of this.”

Nikki secretly loved how he could go from feral to gentlemanly in a matter of seconds. 

“David…. Fuck me, baby.” 

He groaned and quickened his pace, eliciting continuous moans from Nikki. He wasn’t sure how into being feral and kinky she was, but decided he’d like to see.

He reached with his right hand and gently, but firmly, wrapped his fingers around her neck. Instantly, her eyes became darker and she held his gaze with her. 

“Oh my god, David.” She managed between clenched teeth. 

“Oh you like that, sweetheart?” David asked without skipping a beat, “Do you like having my hands wrapped around your next while you feel my cock fucking you like this?”

It took both of them by surprise when his words elicited her second orgasm from her, sending David into his as well. 

Nikki had never had an orgasm like that. Once David came down from his and made sure his lover was recuperated, he leaned down to kiss her, followed by her cheek, then her ear, down to her neck where he left undeniable bruises. He took her nipple into his mouth and nipped at the sterling silver bar in it with his teeth. 

“I’m not sure what I was expecting,” David said once his mouth released her breast, “but it wasn’t nipple piercings.” 

Nikki was about to ask him if they bothered him, but then felt his dick, still inside of her, twitch and begin to harden again.

“They are so fucking sexy,” he breathed over the opposite nipple. 

David was hard again. 

Nikki pulled off of him and flipped herself over onto her belly. David didn’t have to ask as he gripped her hips and snatched them up into the air, pushing himself into her tight and now swollen pussy. 

“Fuuuuck,” Nikki moaned. “You feel so good.”

“Beautiful, you have no damned idea,” David responded in the most sultry of voices. 

Suddenly Nikki felt his hands gently gather her hair, collecting it all in one hand before he had her head pulled back, arching her back even more, causing her to push her hips even more into him. Nikki screamed in pleasure. 

David found the pace and the angle that kept her moaning and screaming his name over and over and he held it - longer than before their first two orgasms. 

“Nikki, baby, you are so fucking perfect,” David grunted as he pushed her closer to her climax. 

“David?” The tone in her voice made him slow his pace. 

He groaned when Nikki abruptly pulled herself off of him. She motioned for him to lay down on his back beside of her. She mounted him, sitting on his waist, just above his still hard dick. 

“Is something wro-“

She cut him off. “David, I love you.” 

Nikki hadn’t thought about saying this to him yet, but the feelings were undeniable. She didn’t want to do it in the middle of actively being fucked, which is why she made him stop first and her words even caught her by surprise, but she was certain about her feelings. 

“Baby…” he reached up, grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her down to him so they were eye to eye. “I love you too. More than anything in this world.” He kissed her passionately as she melted into his arms. 

Nikki pushed herself into a sitting position and lifted her hips enough to find his hard cock and slide down onto it. 

“Fuuuck.” David moaned. He held her still for another moment, “Nikki, you are the answer to every single one of my prayers.” 

[cjlouwho]

I love when shows try to justify their mains being the heroes and it never makes sense. Hondo just told a bomb squad sergeant that he'd have to teach him how to use a weapon that defuses bombs instead of, ya know, letting the bomb squad sergeant defuse the bomb 😂

[queenofspades6]

A Sergeant and his General. Hunter x Jedi reader. The Bad Batch

Summary: You, a Jedi who escaped Order 66, decide to surprise Hunter, but it doesn’t really go as planned. Omega, Tech, Wrecker and Echo decide to spy on you two. Tech teaches Omega what is sex.

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing. Mentions of sex. Spoilers from season 2 episode 4 and 5.

Author’s note: Hellooo! Today is my birthday, so I decided to finally share this x reader I was working on for weeks! I am so in love with Hunter, i couldn’t not write for him. I hope you enjoy! Don’t hesitate to like, reblog and tell me what you thought of it!

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You’re a Jedi, and the former General of Clone Force 99. Since Order 66, you’ve been hiding with the Bad Batch at Cid’s, completing missions together.

It was just after going on a treasure hunt with Omega and Phee that you noticed how exhausted Hunter was. Always glancing at you or Echo to help him decide. Hunter had told you about this peculiar mission with Echo where they needed to deliver 50 nerf nuggets as fast as possible. Truth was told, Cid never said who it was for. So, when Echo and Hunter arrived, they didn’t expect to see eye to eye with Hondo Ohnaka who had in fact, stolen the nerf nuggets from a Hutt. In order to get paid, Echo and Hunter needed to deliver the nuggets to Hondo, who had already sold the nerf nuggets to someone else. It was supposed to be a simple mission, but Hondo promised to offer them a huge reward if they delivered the 50 nerf nuggets to his client. Hunter and Echo had accepted and almost got killed by the Hutts to deliver the nerf nuggets. The Sergeant of Clone Force 99 had told you everything while rubbing his eyes. This man desperately needed rest.

After that, you noticed how Hunter sighed time to time, or how his eyes were closing when Tech was flying the ship. He always took care of the squad, but you knew it was weighing him. You could even sense in the Force how tired and scared he was. So, one day, you decided to plan something special for him.

“Hunter, I am taking you on a mission.” His eyes crinkled in wonder.

“Cid didn’t tell us we had a new mission.” He retorted, eyebrows furrowed, and a hand on his hip.

“It’s because she doesn’t want all the team involved. It’s just the two of us.”

His eyes widened, and he was looking for the truth in your eyes, knowing you weren’t telling him everything. He sighed and nodded, defeated. How was he supposed to say ‘no’?

“Alright. I’ll look for my equipment.”

Following him closely, you tried to hide the small smile on your lips. Hunter didn’t need a blaster or his vibroknife for this ”secret” mission, but it was so sweet of him to accept to go with you, even if he had enough of everything.

“Hunter! Hunter!” You heard Omega yell. “Where are you going?”

“I am going on a mission with Y/N” He replied, avoiding Omega’s gaze.

“Can I go with you? I made progress with my bow, you’ll see!”

Hunter looked at you, vulnerability glowing in his eyes, almost begging you to say something first.

“Cid asked us two to recover something for her. It’ll be quick, Omega, I promise we are coming back soon!” You told her and gave her a discreet wink, as if to tell her not to insist more.

“That’s not fun!”

“What is not fun?” Wrecker questioned, who had only heard snippets of information. “Hunter and Y/N are going on a secret mission without us! That’s not fair!”

You mentally swore, and almost regretted not telling Omega what you had planned. All this to keep it secret, and now, they all knew something was up.

”What?“ Wrecker yelled in disappointment. “No fight for us today?“

“Why can’t we go with you?” Tech asked suspiciously, looking up from his data pad. “You’ll probably need Wrecker’s force too, Echo’s skills, my knowledge, and Omega’s... tininess.

“Hey! I am not so tiny, Tech!” Omega responded.

“Where we are going, we don’t need you guys. Don’t worry, we’ll come back soon!” You exclaimed, taking Hunter by the hand without letting them talk further.

“What was that all about?“ Hunter questioned dubiously. You didn’t answer, and he groaned at your stubbornness.

“That’s not the way to the ship.” Hunter murmured, looking for your eyes.

“That’s not where we are going.”

Hunter’s eyes plunged into yours, almost asking what was going on. You couldn’t stare at him too long; he already knew something was off. In that whole universe, there was only one person that could read you like an open book, and that was certainly Hunter.

”Trust me.“ You whispered, caressing his hand, and taking it in yours.

Hunter was confused. A special mission with you, a Jedi, and him, a defective clone. What was going on? You didn’t need the Havoc Marauder, nor the whole squad. And now, you were holding his hand, guiding him towards? Towards where? Nowhere?

Holding his hand tightly, you traveled through the crowd of the village market not too far from the ship. You could sense how lost Hunter was feeling, but you didn’t want to break the surprise.

“We are almost here.” You let him know and squeezed his hand.

You looked at the horizon, noticing the cliff you had found a few days earlier with the sea below and its bed of waves. Furthermore, you spotted the blanket you brought, and all the fresh food bought this morning at the market to organize this picnic.

You walked, hand in hand with Hunter. When you arrived close enough to the cliff, Hunter noticed a blanket laid on the grass with fresh food and small things gathered on it. Was it a picnic? For him? He was surprised. He thought that maybe you wanted him to help you rescue another Jedi or anything else to fight the Empire. But he wasn’t planning this.

Seeing him wordless, you smiled slightly.

“This is the ”special” mission I told you about.”

He didn’t reply. You were beginning to doubt. What if he doesn’t want to rest, and especially with you? What if you’re being too straightforward about what you really feel? Attachments were forbidden in the Jedi Code, you were aware of that, but the Jedi Order didn’t exist anymore, and there were probably only a few Jedi who survived Order 66, so you chose only not to care for once. After all, we’re you still a Jedi if there wasn’t any Order anymore? The Jedi Order and all the Jedi wanted to protect the people of all the galaxy, but at what cost? Especially now that they couldn’t protect themselves. How were you and the Jedi supposed to protect others when you couldn’t even protect yourselves?

”It’s alright if you don’t like it. Just say so, and I’ll take everything off. I just wanted you to have a relaxing moment with no thinking, no decision making, no Empire, no Crosshair...“

After what felt like an eternity, Hunter looked at you. “That’s... That’s really kind. Thank you.”

He sat on the blanket and hold out his hand to you.

“You scared me, Y/N, you know?” You titled your head in wonder.

“I thought you wanted us to rescue a Jedi taken captive by the Empire, and that you didn’t want to involve the others.”

You nodded.

“I just wanted you to rest for once.”

He smiled, almost sadly at you, and you could see gratefulness in his eyes. Without a single word, he gestured you to sit next to him. You did, and your thighs brushed his, sending you shivers in all your body.

”I can��t do this anymore, Y/N. I am so tired.” He finally declared, avoiding your gaze.

”I know you are. I am here you know, and the squad is too. You can rely on them.“

”I know, but I am supposed to guide them, to make the right decisions, to protect them, that’s what a leader is for, right?”

“That’s what the Empire taught you, Hunter. You may be the leader of Clone Force 99; because at the time, the Republic chose you to lead the squad, but now, Hunter, the Republic is dead, you are all more than just clones. You are not replaceable. Clone Force 99 is your family now, they are all your brothers, Hunter, they’re here to carry you on when you are not at your best. Trust them.”

Hunter nodded and forced a smile. You offered him berries from the wicker basket you bought earlier. He took it in his hand, thankful, and tasted a few of them.

”I feel like one day I am going to get you all killed.” He confessed, almost ashamed, his eyes focusing on the berries still in his hand.

“We’re adults, Hunter, we follow you. We chose you. We all want what’s best for Omega.”

“I am terrified of losing her, Y/N.”

“Me too, Hunter.”

He looked for your hand, and locked his with yours, eyes lost in the color of yours, saying everything he couldn’t tell you with words.

”I am scared of losing you, Cyar’ika.“

You didn’t leave his gaze, a genuine smile growing on your lips.

”Me too, Hunter.”

—————

“What are they doing?” Wrecker asked, hiding behind a rock not big enough to hide him well.

“It seems they are eating... together.“ Tech replied, examining your form and Hunter’s. ”and... holding hands?“

“It’s a date!“ Omega screamed.

“Shhh. Shhhh Omega! They’re going to hear us.“ Echo murmured.

—————

“What was that?” Hunter questioned at the sound he heard.

”Probably a bird. A weird one.”

Hunter closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest with you. Even if he was confined he heard Omega’s voice.

“Do you see how beautiful it is?” You gestured at the waves crashing against the cliff. It had been years you had not seen the sea.

“It is.” Hunter replied, admiring you watching the sea with stars dancing in the endless green of your eyes.

You focused on Hunter again and caught him looking at you with esteem and respect.

“How do you do that, Y/N?” He questioned.

“Do what?”

“You always see the best in everyone, even Crosshair when everyone thought all hope was lost. You always bring joy to people you are with, even if we are on the run with a kid, you always know how to raise everyone’s spirits.”

You were going to retort that it was because you were a Jedi, and Jedi needed to protect others, and bring them hope, but Hunter cut you off, brushing your hand, almost accidentally.

“No, don’t say that. That’s not because you’re a Jedi. It’s your nature, Y/N, you’ve become indispensable to Clone Force 99.”

You repressed a grin, too shy to accept the praise, and when you looked up at Hunter, he said with passion reflecting in the color of his eyes:

“It’s impossible not to love you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t avoid his gaze, and he couldn’t either. You were entranced by each other, pulled by mysterious forces and strings in the universe. Maybe it was the Force itself that was at work here. Though, you were not done with being a Jedi. Not entirely. You were always reluctant to follow the Jedi Code strictly, you preferred to trust your guts and principles to lead your path. Maybe it was being around Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano that made you like that. Reckless when needed, but always fair. However, accepting you were not a Jedi anymore was more than meet the eye, it was letting go of every moment passed with each Jedi you admired, it was forgetting instants spent with senator Padmé Amidala trying to remake the senate with ‘what if’ and fantasies, it was accepting not to seek help and advice anymore from Obi Wan Kenobi and Master Yoda, it was almost like forgetting who you were before, and finding what and who you were without this title that was assigned to you some years after your birth. And of course, not being a Jedi anymore was acknowledging your feelings for a certain Sergeant of Clone Force 99. Even before Order 66, you were attracted by Hunter, but you knew that such attachments were forbidden by the Jedi Code. It wasn’t just physical, there was something more. And if the Jedi Order knew you had such feelings towards the Sergeant of your squad, only the Force knows what they would have done to you.

You remained silent, conflicted by your deep affection for Hunter, and who you were before Order 66.

Hunter smiled. He didn’t think you would reciprocate what he felt for you. After all, you were and will always be his General.

A shadow of disappointment and sadness passed through his face.

“Hunter.” You whispered.

He looked up. You approached a hand towards his tattooed cheek and caressed the rough skin within your delicate touch. He locked eyes with yours and allowed himself to relax. You were so tempted to lean in and put your lips to his, forgetting all about the old Jedi Code. But was this what he wanted?

And just for now, you didn’t care anymore. There was no rules, no interdiction, just you, a broken Jedi trying to escape Order 66, and Hunter, a defective clone and the leader of Clone Force 99.

You leaned in towards Hunter, and murmured:

“I want to kiss you.”

“Do it.” He answered softly but imperiously, almost sounding like an order from your Sergeant.

Of course, you complied, and your lips touched tenderly. Hunter stroked your hair, and put his hand under your shirt on one of your hips, caressing the sensitive skin, and sending shivers down your spine. It was a shy kiss at first, but then you both needed more. You put your hands in his hair, fondling the fabric of his bandana at the same time. You finally removed it from his hair, and he kissed you again roughly and desperately, hands on your back to keep you pressed against him. His hair was so soft. You heard Hunter chuckle when he realized you were playing with his hair. You kissed his lips again, desire and adrenaline rushing through you and Hunter. If it was supposed to be forbidden by the Jedi Code, why was it so good?

—————

“What are they doing now?” Wrecker asked, not daring to look at you and Hunter.

“Hmmm. It seems they are enjoying berries together, and... sharing a kiss!” Tech replied, removing his goggles to see if he wasn’t mistaken.

“You are not dreaming, Tech.” Echo said, taking a glance at you and Hunter’s form next to the cliff. ”We should have seen it coming, Y/N and Hunter were quite close.”

“I knew it!” Omega whispered, smirking. ”Do you see that? They are kissing!”

“It seems they are doing more than kissing now, Hunter is kissing her neck.”

“I see that! I think I’ll have nightmares about it for months!” Wrecker exclaimed.

Echo tapped Tech’s shoulder, forcing him to keep quiet.

“Tech, Omega’s here.” Echo stared at Tech.

“Sorry Omega.” Tech whispered.

Omega looked at Tech and Echo curiously.

“Tech, Echo, I am curious! Tell me, what are they doing? I can't see anymore.”

“Oh no, not that.” Echo sighed almost inaudibly.

Tech took that as a sign to explain it to her, even if he was quite embarrassed. “When two people love each other, they can have sex and...”

Omega made a face at the sound of the word, and the expressions of Echo, Wrecker and Tech.

”What? Is sex that bad?” She questioned; her head tilted in curiosity.

Tech shook his head in embarrassment and told her to go with him. Echo shrugged and patted his shoulder with a grin.

“Let’s go somewhere else. Hunter and Y/N may need some privacy.“ He said, glancing one last time at you and Hunter.

Tech, Wrecker and Omega all followed Echo to the ship.

—————

You finally broke the kiss, and watched Hunter catch his breath.

What happened? Did you just kiss? Did Hunter kissed your neck?

Hunter scratched the back of his head in discomfort. You stared at the ground quite uneasy. How was it so hard to just tell him you’ve had feelings for him for so long?

“Hunter.”

“Y/N.“

”Hunter, I- I...”

He saw an ounce of sadness passing through your eyes. “I know.”

He took your hand in his, caressing the palm with his calloused hand.

”I am sorry.”

You chuckled.

”For what? I was the one who wanted to kiss you for months. It’s me who should apologize.”

A small smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

”I’ve wanted it for long too.“ He confessed, squeezing your hand.

You’ve wanted to tell him for months, and now that you had the opportunity, no words came. But deep down in his eyes, you knew he understood.

“I care about you too, Y/N.”

”Oh Sergeant, are you falling for your General?” You questioned, smirking.

“If only I was just falling.“ He murmured to himself.

”I am falling for you, Hunter.” You admitted.

He nodded in acknowledgment.

“But... I was supposed to be a Jedi, and attachments are forbidden.“

“I shouldn’t either.” He confessed. “You are my superior, and I am a clone.”

” A Jedi and a clone. Quite ironic given Order 66.“

”Jedi or not. I would never hurt you, Y/N. Not intentionally.”

You kissed him again, without warnings, and with a certain sense of urgency.

“I don’t think we need words to express what we feel.” You murmured in his ear.

“For now.” Hunter replied.

”For now.“ You whispered like a pact sealing your fates together for how long the Force knows.

You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. You looked for Hunter in the Force, and sensed a feeling of safety, rest and vulnerability. You felt a hand stroking your hair, and you smiled to yourself.

Hunter loved you too.

—————

When Hunter and Y/N came back, Omega ran to them against the protests of Echo.

“Y/N! Hunter!”

You hugged her, and Hunter smiled at your embrace with Omega.

“How was the sex?“ Omega questioned, impatient to know your answer.

“What?“ The Sergeant exclaimed.

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows furrowed. He gave a death glare to Wrecker, Tech, and finally Echo, asking with his eyes ‘what happened?’.

“We followed you to the cliff because we wanted to be part of this ‘secret’ mission, but you guys were kissing!” Omega confessed, giggling.

You had an embarrassed smile on your face, and Hunter was rubbing his bandana.

“Echo didn’t want me to see what you guys were doing, so Tech explained it to me.”

“Tech.” Hunter exclaimed dangerously.

“Yes, Sarge?”

Tech knew he was in trouble.

“It’s nothing, Hunter! Tech explained to me that when two people love each other, they have sex, and there is nothing to be ashamed of!” Omega acknowledged, smiling.

Hunter rubbed his head in discomfort and crouched down to her level.

“Omega.”

She looked at him, and then at you. You smiled at her.

“When two people love each other, they do not have sex automatically. It can happen, but it’s not systematic. Y/N and I didn't have sex.” Hunter told her.

He looked at Echo and Tech to agree with him, but they didn't seem to believe him. Hunter groaned, and you chuckled silently.

“Alright.” She sighed, still not convinced. ”But you and Y/N love each other!”

Quite defeated, she went to her bedroom on the ship.

Leaning against the metal of the ship with arms crossed, you didn’t say anything, but grinning.

Hunter watched Omega go, and then, he turned to Tech, Wrecker, and Echo. “For your information, Y/N and I didn’t have sex.”

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Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader (works an LAPD desk job)

Summary: 20-David is tired of watching you and Street pretend not to be in love with each other, too oblivious to realize your feelings are reciprocated. When you distance yourself from Street, they have to encourage him to do something.

Warnings: brief angst, vague mentions of insecurity, fluff, comfort at the end

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

When you transferred to work a desk job in LAPD SWAT, mostly comprised of completing paperwork and applying for grants and government funding, you were warned of several things. Those warnings, focused on the officers' high-pressure lifestyles and gruff exteriors, did not mention how easy it would be to fall for one of them.

The moment you met Jim Street, he captured your entire attention. Several months into your new job, you have fallen in love with him. He is a SWAT officer, incredibly handsome, and absolutely out of your league. So, you’ve decided to watch him from a distance, do what you can to help him, and hope your feelings pass like a high school crush. Unfortunately, falling in love with someone isn’t as easy to move on from.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hondo,” Hicks calls from his office doorway. “We need two accounts of yesterday’s raid for the paperwork. They’re waiting for it.”

“I’ll go,” Street volunteers.

“You want to do paperwork?” Hicks asks.

“No, he wants to see the girl who submits it,” Luca answers. “He’s in love with her but won’t admit it.”

“That’s not entirely true,” Street argues.

“Which part?”

“Uh, the love part. I don’t even know her.”

“Street, kid, you don’t have to know someone to fall for them,” Deacon says, patting Street’s shoulder. “But I’ll give the other account and then get out of your way.”

“Hey, try to pick up some courage on the way!” Luca calls after Street.

“You could always just tell her you like her, ask her out, send her a letter, whatever you do,” Deacon reminds Street.

“She doesn’t feel the same,” Street laments.

Deacon shakes his head, wondering what he did to have to deal with not one but two oblivious idiots who are in love with each other but won’t admit it.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hi, Sergeant Kay, Officer Street,” you greet. “This should be quick.”

Deacon knows the drill, and you type while he tells you what happened. When he concludes, you print it and pass it to him for proofreading and his signature. Carrying through on his promise to Street, Deacon leaves as soon as he’s done, praying that something happens while you’re alone in the office.

“Alright, your turn, Officer Street.”

“You can just call me Street,” he offers.

“Okay, Street. Just start talking whenever you’re ready. Tell me everything you remember.”

As you did with Deacon, you type quickly, keeping your eyes on the screen so you don’t get distracted by Street sitting across the desk. After you print the report, you sit back and watch him read it. You must avoid daydreaming, and luckily, Jim passes the paper back to you before you can begin.

“Thank you,” you say, inhaling deeply when your fingers brush his.

“Need anything else from me?”

Everything, you think, yet you say, “That’s it for now. Thank you for coming so quickly. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to return the favor.”

Street pauses as he stands, and for a moment, you have a glimmer of hope that something will happen, but then he says, “Thanks,” and walks out of the door.

Sighing, you slouch in your chair and take a few breaths before returning to your duties.

✯✯✯✯✯

Street and Luca are sparring, and Luca barely misses Street’s face when he suddenly drops the punching pad.

“Whoa, dude, what the heck was that?” Luca exclaims.

Street is looking over his shoulder, so Luca turns quickly, shaking his head when he sees what made Street speechless and immobile. You’re standing with Hicks, dressed in one of your nicest outfits. Street overheard you mention something about a proposal meeting, but he didn’t consider how beautiful you would look for it. Granted, he thinks you’re always beautiful, but his mind wanders to how you’d look on a date with him, and he distantly acknowledges that he is a goner.

“Are you going to stand there and drool over her or do something?” Luca asks.

“What?” Street asks, snapping his mouth closed as he turns to Luca.

“Just ask her out, man, she clearly-“

“Is out of my league. I’m not going to ruin the little bit of friendship we have.”

“So you finally admit you like her.”

“No. I just see her a lot, I guess.”

“You guess,” Luca repeats sarcastically. “You’re an idiot, Streeter.”

Street doesn’t argue, and Luca considers actually punching him in the head to knock some sense into him.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you return from the proposal, you are in a great mood because the private investors love your ideas and feel empowered to do something bold. As soon as you enter SWAT HQ, you begin looking for Street. The worst case scenario is he says no and never wants to see you again, which would be terrible, but you’re hoping for the best: a yes.

Hearing Street’s voice outside the situation room, you smile and round the last corner. Street is talking to Molly Hicks, though, and you freeze, letting your smile fall. Street laughs at something she said, her voice quiet enough that you can’t hear. As Street reaches up to grasp her forearm while he replies in a whisper, you realize that you misread everything you thought was a signal.

Rushing to your office, you close the door and lay your head on your desk. You thought Street liked you, too, and that’s why he was a little awkward and different around you. But, no, he chose Molly. And why wouldn’t he? She’s probably better for him than you ever could be.

Your computer chimes with an incoming email, and you brush your hands over your forehead and the top of your hair before burying yourself in paperwork. On any other day, you would procrastinate finishing the more involved forms. Today, you blow through them quickly, desperate to keep your mind off Street and maintain the distance you’ve put between you. If he likes Molly, who are you to get in the way of that?

✯✯✯✯✯

“Molly, Street, to what do I owe this… pleasure-adjacent incident?” Hicks asks.

“Dad,” Molly chides.

“Sorry. What do you want? And, Street, if you tell me you’re dating my daughter-“

“Oh, no, sir,” Street interjects. “We tried once and… we’re good.”

Hicks raises his hands in a request for someone to tell him what’s going on.

“Fine, I’ll ask,” Molly says. “Can SWAT officers date other LAPD employees?”

“Depends on the person, their departments, histories.” He looks over to Street to add, “For example, a SWAT officer and a, let’s say, grant writer and secretarial employee, would be able to have a relationship. The officer just may have to give action reports to a different employee to complete the paperwork without bias.”

“Oddly specific example,” Street jokes. “But I still think this is a terrible idea.”

Molly rolls her eyes. “Jim here thinks that his feelings aren’t reciprocated.”

“You’re kidding me, right? I didn’t think you were this oblivious.”

“Rude, sir,” Street argues.

“I called him an idiot,” Molly adds.

“Yeah, that fits, too,” Hicks agrees.

“This isn’t really helping my confidence level, guys.”

“I’m sure your ego can take it.”

✯✯✯✯✯

You usually leave around the same time as Street, but after waiting for five minutes and seeing no sign of you, Street walks out alone. Inside your office, you’re putting the finishing touches on a report, glad to work a few minutes longer to avoid Street. He may not talk to you much outside of work, but he’s incredibly perceptive and would probably catch on and ask what’s wrong.

Truthfully, you want to move on from Street, want him to be happy no matter who he is with, but you refuse to let him go, though you never really had him. 

Street’s motorcycle is gone when you exit, and you sigh, realizing it will be a long few weeks of avoiding him while your heart heals. If your heart heals.

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Walking toward your office, you turn when you see Street. It’s been three days since you last saw him, more than that since you talked, but seeing him still makes you feel something. Not only the heartbreak of knowing he chose Molly but the initial happiness stemming from the joy of falling in love with him.

Luca walks by, stopping and taking a few steps backward as he realizes you’re hiding in a doorway. He sees Street down the hall and pieces everything together.

“What’d he do?” Luca asks.

“What did who do?” you reply.

“Street.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s like dealing with middle schoolers,” Luca huffs as he walks away.

When you peek around the corner, Street is gone, and you rush to your office and close the door behind you.

✯✯✯✯✯

The path to Hicks’ office goes straight past the man you’re trying to avoid, but you have time-sensitive documents to deliver. Steeling your nerves and straightening your shoulders, you walk straight to Hicks’ office without looking for anyone in particular.

After you enter the office, Street watches the door. Hondo asks a question, but Street can only focus on you and why he can’t seem to spend any time with you recently, never seeing you for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Street!” Hondo yells, finally getting his attention.

The office door opens, and Street immediately looks away again.

“Oh my- Street, just do something!” Luca exclaims, pushing him forward. 

“Like what? She clearly doesn’t like me! She won’t even look at me! You want me to tell her I love her when the most time I’ve ever spent with her alone was to finish paperwork! That’ll go well, Luca, thanks so much for the great advice.”

You clear your throat behind Street, and when he looks at you, you gesture toward your office. Street follows wordlessly, assuming this is the beginning of being let down slowly. You, however, are doing everything you can to hide your smile. It sounded like he was talking about you, and that’s all the hope you need to put yourself out of your misery. A bad answer is still an answer, and right now, closure sounds better than another sleepless night wondering why you’re not good enough.

✯✯✯✯✯

“So,” Street begins, leaning against your desk.

“Were you talking about me?” you ask, getting straight to the point. “Let’s stop dancing around whatever this is between us, okay?”

“Yeah, I was talking about you,” he confesses. “I’ve had feelings for you for a while, but I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

“What kind of feelings?”

“I- I think I’m falling in love with you. I’ve never felt this before, but I like it.”

“What about Molly? I saw you laughing with her, and-“

“Have you been avoiding me because of that?” Street interjects, realizing that the morning before he talked to Molly was the last time he saw you.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Because you looked happy, and I didn’t- I couldn’t deal with losing you if I was still seeing you.”

“Losing me?”

“I assumed you were with Molly. You said you thought you were falling for me, but I know that I am in love with you. Seeing you happy with someone else while I was too scared to tell you how I feel hurt.”

“Molly was telling me that I was stupid for not telling you,” Street explains, his usual personality beginning to shine through the awkward nervousness.

“Now what?”

“Hicks said we be in a relationship.” You furrow your brows, and Jim clarifies, “It’s not against the rules for us to date, I just have to finds someone else to do my paperwork.”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with me?”

Street notices a shadow hovering outside the door before another joins. He motions for you to be play along, taking your hand as he answers, “No, that’s not what I want.”

You follow his eyes, smiling when you realize someone is listening in.

“Okay,” you answer sadly, interlacing your fingers with his. “Then why’d you say all that?”

“I was confused. We’re- we’re never going to work as more than friends.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“What is happening?” Luca asks.

“This can’t be right,” Hicks answers. “They’ve both been acting like different people and now they’re not going to do anything?”

Hondo moves against the door and can’t stop it before it opens, and Luca topples inside. When he looks up, Street is sitting on your desk, and you’re standing between his legs, his arms around your waist, and your hands pushed in his hair.

“Did you pretend to break up and then start making out?” Luca asks, rolling his shoulder as he stands. “That’s messed up, man.”

“So is eavesdropping,” Street deadpans.

“No more longing looks or hiding in hallways?” Hondo asks. “You’re all good?”

“Better than good,” you answer, smiling at Street.

“Bye,” Street adds, his attention back on you. “Close the door and get away from it on your way out.”

Luca wants to ask for more information about why you hid from Street, having missed the part about Molly, but decides to ask later when he sees you leaning in again.

After the door closes, you hear Hicks inquire, “Did we make a mistake?”

“A big one. They’re going to be inseparable and intolerable,” Hondo answers.

“I think they’re pretty cute together,” Luca says.

“Me too,” Street mumbles against your lips, holding you close so you don’t slip away again.

This moment and the idea of a future being happy with Street is worth everything, you decide. The sadness and long nights have made room for a love you didn’t know existed.

“Still think you’re falling for me?” you tease.

“I may need more information before I update my claim,” Street replies, smiling lazily as he cups the back of your neck to bring you in again.

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➸ — cast of chosen family

— a rundown of the cast of the chosen family verse ! this will probably be updated as cast appears in the universe ! — read chosen family on ao3 !

➸ the main cast

➸ chief petty officer kathryn mitchell-kazansky ➸ portrayed by jessica stroup ➸ aliases — ryn, bengal ➸ 1984 ➸ retired navy seal ➸ los angeles fire department air support pilot

"see, no, i'm a trouble magnet. that's different from a danger magnet. pup is the danger magnet."

➸ petty officer first class evan buckley ➸ portrayed by oliver stark ➸ aliases — buck, pup ➸ 1989 ➸ retired navy seal ➸ los angeles fire department firefighter

"i am not a danger magnet. bad luck magnet, absolutely."

➸ lieutenant commander steve mcgarrett ➸ portrayed by alex o'loughlin ➸ aliases — smooth dog ➸ 1977 ➸ united states navy reserves ➸ leader of hawaii five-o task force

"i have no biological children. how many adopted ones i have depends on what they've gotten themselves into at any given moment."

➸ the supporting cast

— the significant others

➸ lieutenant bradley "rooster" bradshaw portrayed by miles teller ➸ detective danny "danno" williams portrayed by scott caan ➸ edmundo "eddie" diaz portayed by ryan guzman

— caroline bradshaw [as of season 7]

➸ portrayed by anna nicole silverstone ➸ aliases — care, chickadee, chickie ➸ 2015 + bonus || caroline through the seasons [first appearance (end of season 2), season 3, season 4, season 5, season 6]

— christopher diaz [as of season 7]

➸ portrayed by gavin mchugh + bonus || christopher's first appearance in hand me a pen

— the parents

➸ captain pete "maverick" mitchell portrayed by tom cruise ➸ admiral tom "iceman" kazansky portrayed by val kilmer

— the firefam

➸ captain bobby nash portrayed by peter krause ➸ sergeant athena grant-nash portrayed by angela bassett ➸ maddie buckley portrayed by jennifer love hewitt ➸ howard "chimney" han portrayed by kenneth choi ➸ henrietta "hen" wilson portrayed by aisha hinds

— the daggers

➸ lt jake "hangman" seresin portrayed by glen powell ➸ lt javy "coyote" machado portrayed by greg tarzan davis ➸ lt natasha "phoenix" trace portrayed by monica barbaro

— miscellaneous characters

➸ sergeant dan "hondo" harrelson portrayed by shemar moore ➸ senior special agent sam hanna portrayed by ll cool j