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stefanmikaleson1864 · 9 months

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Secrets

Jim Street X Reader

Street helps the writer through a panic attack.

A/N: I hope you all like this drabble !!!

Y/N’s POV

Swat was a amazing job and you were so greatful that you got to be apart of it. Being one of the elites and fiding a family was something that you were beyond greatful for.

But being apart of the elite meant that you had to be on top of everything and leaving no room to have anything wrong.

You knew about your anxiety diagnosis sense you were little it was something that you manged and took medications for. The only problem was that you kept it out of your medical history.

You were afraid they wouldn't think you were quailifed enough and that your dreams would be over before it would start. So you kept it hidden and any time you had a flare up you would say you would try and hide it.

It was nothing personal you just knew you had to keep it to yourself. It wasn't like it was going to affect them. You all were super close but they didn't have to know everything about you.

Usually you were fine you would take your medications and practice your excersies you had. Like breathing techniques and even journaling to help you.

Being on the job for a couple of years know you quickly learned how to take the moments for yourself. To slip away and take the self care you needed.

But it was hard though always wondering if someone was gonna find out. Or wondering you were going to have a panic attack on the scene holding a weapon or fighting with the suspect.

It always just felt like a big ticking bomb that was being held over your head.

Was you making the best descion for you? And was it the best one for your teamates and society. Was this anxiety a big deal or not at all ?

Everytime you thought about it you had a panic attack just thinking about it.

Today was a different day. Today was a hard one it was just call after call and you were high paced all day long.

You could feel your anxiety setting in strong and the panic attacks felt like they were gonna happen.

You couldn't do any of the normal thing you usually did during the day to help.

Your hands were shaking and your leg was bouncing. Thankfully everyone was sitting around and doing their own thing.

You were sitting in the lounge room watching tv with Street and Tan. they were making you watch some show that you weren’t paying attention to.

You were so wrapped in your thoughts. You were thinking about everything and anything at all once.

It just felt like your mind was spinning and you were trying to claw your way out of a hole but couldn’t get out. Street looked over at you and he gave you a concerned look on his face.

But you didn’t even notice. You began to feel you breathing getting labored and you were getting lightheaded. So you got up and ran out of the room. You didn’t know where you were going but you just knew you had to get out of there

You just kept walking and ended walking outside. The warm sunlight was hitting you all over and it did feel nice.

You walked over to the nearest bench and your legs were shaking and you felt like it was taking forever to get there. Each step it just felt like you were getting further and further away.

Suddenly you felt these hands on the back of you trying to give you some support.

You were worried when you realized when someone was behind you. Worrying if it was all going to come out.

But then when you felt the familar warm touch you always craved you knew who it was instanly.

“Hey it’s okay I got you” Street said

You sat on the bench and then he got in front of you an kneeled down. You bent over your hands were cradling your face.

Jim took your hands and removed them from your face. You looked a total mess your face was red and your face was all wet from crying.

He was making you look at him. He had a look of concern written all over his face. Then he took his free hand he had and started rubbing your back which made you feel better and helped you calm down.

“Hey talk to me, okay and breathe just breathe it’s gonna be okay” Street said in a soft voice.

“It’s nothing okay I’m fine” You said breaking eye contact with him.

“It’s not nothing what happened I mean i know it’s been a long day just had a moment” You said not looking at him.

“Is it anxiety or something” Jim asked.

You didn’t really say anything to him just started down at the bottom of your feet.

“Hey don’t do that don’t shut me out i’m just worried about you” Jim said.

You lifted yourself up and sat up straight. Taking your hands and wiping your face.

You started taking deep breaths trying to get yourself back in order. You were struggling on what to answer because you were worried Street would go and tell Hondo or someone because he was worried about you.

You knew he only had pure intentions but you still didn’t want the whole team to know. But the way he was looking at you wanted to just spill your heart out to him.

Looking at him in the eyes you decided to take the gamble and tell him.

“ I have pretty bad anxiety and panic attacks i take medications for” You said.

Jim got up and you started worrying again thinking where the hell was he off to. He sat down next to you. He then took you and pushed you close to him. So you were leaning up against his body.

“I’m not gonna tell anyone. If that’s what your worried about” JIm said.

You felt like a giant weight had been lifted off your chest once he said that.

“Thank you really I mean it’s nothing bad It’s just some stuff I want to be personal” You said.

“No i get that were all together all the time it’s hard to keep some kind of boundary” Jim said.

“So what about you i need a big secret so incase you tell mine i’ll tell yours” You said.

“Now why would I tell you something major then” Jim said laughing.

“Because i know most of your shit so you got something and i need leverage you won’t tell then you got nothing to worry about” You said laughing.

“Fine okay here goes I have a crush on someone from work” Street said.

You got up and looked at him with a surprised face. Not knowing this so this was huge news.

“Well who is it do I know her” You asked.

Street looked at you and smiled. He had this big goofy look on his face.

“Yeah you know her and nope that’s all the information you get’ Street said smiling.

“Wait come on this isn’t fair you gotta tell me something I’ll die if I don’t know” You said pleading with him.

Suddenly the bells went off and that meant you all had to roll.

“This isn’t over Street” You said getting up

You both started jogging over to Black Betty.

“Now we both have secrets” Street said winking at you and getting in the back of the car.

Damn you never regretted something more in your life then you did right now

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violetflowerswrites · 2 months

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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”

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

freakin

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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hlstead · 2 years

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send me an angel - deacon kay x reader

Summary: When the reader gets in danger, Deacon needs being protective of her.

Request by @kenzie30david

Warnings: mentions of threat, swearing

English is not my first language and unfortunately it is not proofread (sorry)

Deacon lost ground as soon as he entered the headquarter, looking at the digital table where there were photos of 14 women, all with name for identification and age below. The only picture that mattered was of him, the woman he loved and that made him lose whatever sanity he had left.

“May I know what that means?” Deacon asks trying to sound as professional as possible.

“They are our possible victims, this morning eight of them received death and kidnapping threats and they all have in common a relationship with someone from SWAT.” Hondo responds.

“How are you sure they all have a relationship with someone from here?” Chris asks.

“The information is from the areas responsible for data collection, we are profiling them to find out who exactly they are with to keep them safe.” Hondo says

Deacon takes one last look at the table and leaves the area to try to call you while the rest of the team continues to work on locating each of the girls. After five failed attempts that took him straight to voicemail, he lets out a frustrated sigh and heads back to where he left the team.

“All are identified, only this one is missing.” Lucca says pointing to his picture.

“She must have been deceived among the others. We can call and check.” Street says, making everyone on the team agree.

"It won't be necessary." Deacon is serious. The entire team turns their heads to him, curiosity brimming on their faces.

"Why not? Do you know something?” Chris asks crossing his arms

"She is my girlfriend." Deacon responds with a sigh.

Silence dominated the environment, no one there knew for sure how to react, no one expected that Deacon would have someone after Annie.

“What do you mean girlfriend? You didn't say anything to us.” Luca says in disbelief.

"I know, I should have told you but she didn't want to and honestly I wasn't ready either." Deacon answers seriously.

Deacon's phone starts to ring, which makes his heart pound in his chest. As soon as he turned the viewfinder towards him, he could read his name on the screen.

"Why didn't you answer me?" Deacon asks.

"Because I was busy." You answer.

"I need you to come here now." Deacon says making you take a long breath on the other end of the line.

“What sudden authority is this? You were never like that.” You say worried.

“Babe, please… I need you to come here. You are in danger.” Deacon says, running an idle hand through his hair.

On the other end of the line you didn't know what to do, you just hung up the call and ran out taking the first taxi that passed. As soon as you get to Deacon, the first thing you see is your photo on the digital tablet.

"What is it?" You ask feeling your heart speed up even more.

"Someone is threatening the fellow SWAT members, we are investigating to find out the motivation but so far we don't have much." Chris says.

You blink several times and feel like you would start to hyperventilate. Deacon also notices and walks over to you, guiding you to a chair.

"I'm going to have to be stuck here is that it?" You ask, feeling tears fall.

“No, no way… we will work this out. I will never let anything happen to you my love, I will always protect you.” Deacon says kissing the top of her head. You really hoped that everything would be okay, but despite your fears you trusted Deacon. He was her guardian angel.

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almostluckydragon · 11 months

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Comfort (Luca x reader)

A/n : This is my first piece of writing so let's be honest it's gonna be cringey but I hope you enjoy!!

I pushed open the kitchen door of SWAT headquarters revealing, Luca, my boyfriend of a year sitting hunched over a tablet.

He looked up at me, smiling sadly.

"Hey baby, what's up?" I said.

"Nothing, y'know all that I can do right now." he replied.

Ever since his injury, Luca had been benched and it was obvious it was starting to get to him. The PFQ was his chance to get back on the team and back to what he loves but he failed the 30 mile run.

Both me and Street had been telling him to take his time, he had been working non- stop to be back on his team. I was worried that he would injure himself more.

"Dom, come on. What's going on in that head of yours?" I asked, moving behind him to massage his shoulders.

He sighs.

"Kelly, said she was going to audition for a school play."

"That's..." I started.

"She didn't get the part."

I frowned.

"She was freaked out about it so I told her that if she auditioned, I would finish my PFQ." he explained.

"Well, if Kelly can audition, what's stopping you?"

"If she didn't get the part in her play, what if I can't do the run? I'm benched. For good."

Luca turned to me, fear etched on his handsome features.

"Luca" I sighed, brushing my hand through his hair "You can't really be comparing a 12 year old auditioning for a play with a SWAT PFQ?"

He looked down at my hands settled in his lap.

"I know your scared, Dom. But, I want you to know, I believe that you can finish it. Hell, the whole team does. The only person who doesn't believe in you is you."

He looked up at me, frowning slightly.

"So, you gotta believe in yourself, okay? And finish the PFQ. And whatever happens, I'll be here to help you, whether you finish or not."

"But, what if my hip acts up? What if I don't finish it in time? What if... " he starts.

"Dom, you have been working your ass off for the past months. Of course you can do it. You just gotta trust yourself."

For the first time in a while, Luca smiled. Wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled me in and buried his face in my stomach.

I pulled him up and held his face.

"Thank you , baby. For believing in me." he said.

"So... you'll do the run?" I asked, giddily.

"I will, well I'll try." he laughed, pulling me in for a kiss.

#dominique luca #swat imagine #luca x reader

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imaginingyourfandom · 1 year

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having an anxiety attack - dominique Luca (s.w.a.t)

You didn’t often have anxiety attacks

When you did have them, you usually kept it to yourself

You had your own strategies to get through one

But sometimes that didn’t work and Luca hated seeing you in pain

He would hold you as you struggled to breathe and get out your words

He would talk you through it and make jokes to make you laugh

Get you a glass of water afterwards

You would explain to him what set off the anxiety attack and he would listen to you patiently

He would ask how he could support you in the future

You would kiss and hug him for being so understanding

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twistnet · 1 year

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so good [ chris alonso ]

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chris smiles softly, hands softly caressing your sides as she lets you adjust to the fake cock she has you impaled on. she hears you moan quietly, the pillow you have your face shoved into and gripped tightly between your fingers muffles the noise, yet she can still hear everything that leaves your mouth.

she smoothes a hand along your arched back, feeling along the curve of your spine until her hand comes to rest at your shoulder and she gently shakes it to get your attention, “are you ready for me, cariño?” she whispers softly, slightly breaking the tone she had set at the beginning when she had ordered you to undress the second the both of you entered the apartment.

you swallow harshly to steady your breath, “yes.” you mutter softly, tears already starting to brim your eyes before chris tsks lightly, “yes, what?”

“yes, mommy.” you correct, heart fluttered at the sound of her approving hum, giving your sides another soft caress before gripping rough at the flesh, “that’s much better, sweetheart.”

you nearly whimper as the cock slides back, slowly drawing out of your puffy cunt until the tip barely sits inside of you, before chris’ hips snap forward. the action sends you into the pillow your holding, the air feeling as though it’s been knocked from your lungs as chris continues to repeat the motion over and over again.

chris fucks into you, muscles flexing as she moves, the tips of her fingers now digging into the flesh of your hips and leaving behind marks that are sure to linger for the next few days.

you sob, back bending more as your legs spread wider. chris’ hands sliding down and around your waist to fuck into you harder. her lips press against your spine, murmured praises leaving her lips. then, her fingers slip to rub at your clit, circling the bud in time with her thrusts as you now hoarsely cry against the pillow, “doing so well, baby. taking my cock so well.”

your hips jut back against her thrusts, driving her deeper into you and continues until you cry out wantonly, voice cracking as you come around her cock. she still continues to fuck you through your orgasm, praising you softly through the aftershocks and with a final kiss to the middle of your spine.

chris pants against your shoulder, hot and heavy breath ghosting along your pricked skin as she sags against you, “fuck baby... you managed to make me cum without even touching me.” she mutters, smile spreading across her lips before a light chuckle fills the air, “i’ve never done that before.”

when you huff back a laugh, she sighs and gently smoothes one hand up the length of your back before slowly pulling out of you. her hands immediately guiding you to rest on your side before a hand shoots you caress your cheek, “take some deep breaths for me, baby.”

she waits patiently with you until your breathing beings to slow back to a normal pace, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before drawing back once more, “do you want a bath or shower?”

once you give your answer, she’s quick to draw you up and out of the bed, shouldering you with a brief forehead touch towards the bathroom to get you cleaned up for the night.

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whitewolf2759 · 1 year

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First Meeting-Chris alonso

Hey guys I hope you enjoy this one-shot, I have just started publishing my writing so there may be some mistakes and if you want to view more of my content I will place a link to my youtube below.

You had first been introduced to Chris by Street the both you were raised at the same orphanage until you had been adopted by a nice old couple, however you made sure to stay in contact as he was like a brother in everything but blood.

After being adopted you had moved to the UK which was actually were you were born and raised until the age of six where you had been adopted by couple that were bad parent and chose to leave you when on holiday in America.

You were conflicted about as the UK was where you born but it would make staying in contact with Street harder. After reaching 18 you had followed in your adopter fathers footstep’s and joined the army as a medic.

After just over 19 week of army training as well as 22 weeks of medic training I then served for 4 years doing 2 tours after which I decided to join the military police.

At the age of 29 I had been a member of the military police for 6 years however during this I continued staying in contact with Street. We told each other everything as we comforted each other at every low and celebrated every high, however what we spoke most about was his team and every little shenanigan they got up.

These conversation gelped me decide to take an offer to move to America and work as a liaison between the military police and swat as well as an onsite medic.

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Hey Chris!" Street waved to me "Come meet someone!"

I put my weights down and jogged over.

"Chris, this is y/n who’s basically my sister. She's going to be working here at SWAT."

"I'm mostly going to be assisting Commander Hicks and helping teams with military based cases as well an injuries if needed. It's not as difficult as what you lot do" You said with shy smile and slight blush at seeing the state Chris is in.

Chris almost didn't even process what you said because she got lost in your bright eyes and shy smile. Get a hold of yourself Chris.

"Nonsense, you'll be plenty of importance. Welcome to 20-David" Chris say’s with a welcoming smile and dusting of pink of her cheeks at getting distracted shaking your hand.

While the two of you were focused on each othet neither noticed Street watching you both with a raised eyebrow, knowing look in his eyes and smirk slowly rising on his face before hiding it before either of you noticed.

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You have now be working a swat for a couple of days and Street had introduced you to the rest of the team, while working if you had time you would spend in getting to each other and you made sure to give any teasing material they had on Street to annoy him when he gets in your nerves.

Most of the time you would obviously hang out with Street however you and Chris had also spent a lot of time together. With the amount of time spent with each other you had learned a lot about the other, for example you had learned that Chris loved trying a lot of different activities and she had learned of you love of reading. During all of this your attraction to Chris continued growing, however it only took one event for you to ask her out.

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Chris and the team had just returned after taking down a gang’s drug operation and the all got a bit banged a few scratches and bruises, Chris had the biggest wound which was a shallow cut from a knife on her right side.

“Chris you should really had gone to the hospital in case you need stitches” Hondo said in serious but tired voice knowing it was useless trying to get Chris to go the hospital.

“It’s fine it barely grazed me, nothing that wont heal in few days” Chris said in a tired voice just wanting to clean up and get out of her gear.

Both Hondo and Street shared knowing it was useless trying to convince however as they walk into HQ Street spot’s you talking to Hick’s knowing how much you worry about the team he now knows how to get her wound looked at.

“Hey Y/N we’re back” Street say’s catching you attention you glance at them before finishing you conversation with Hick’s.

As you make you way towards them Chris focuses on you seeing your hug your form showing your perfect hourglass figure causing her to get into a trance.

While this is happening the rest of the team leave to take their gear off besides Hondo and Street who share a look and Street indicates to Hondo what his plan is.

“Hey guys heard about the operation hope you all didn’t hurt badly” You said in caring voice your still showing you British accent.

“We’re fine just a few bruises but Chris has a cut she should get checked at” Hondo says in a hopeful tone hoping Streets plan works.

“What, no Im-.”Chris says in a annoyed tone with a slight blush realising she got distracted and they were still going on about her wound, however before she could finish her sentence Street interupted.

“Chris didn’t want to go to hospital so we were hoping you would take a look” Street said giving Chris a knowing look as she shot him an annoyed one in return.

“Sure, Chris meet me in office aftet getting changed” You said leaving no room to argue as head to your office to get your med kit ready.

As you leave Chris watches you getting slightly hypnotised by the jeans hugging against your figure. After shacking her head she look towards Hondo and Street about to argue about what they just did but stopped as they look at her with knowing look’s having caught her so she heads to changing room with a light blush leaving behind the two smiling at her action.

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30 minutes later Chris enters your office with tank top and jogger's hugging her form causing a slight blush to form on your cheek's before you tell her to sit on your desk as you get stuff to clean her wound.

Chris heads to sit on your desk with a slight smile on her face having caught your blush, a happy feeling filling her at the fact you find her attractive.

You sit on your chair in front of Chris and raise her top just below her breasts, blush returning when seeing her toned form. You start cleaning her wound apologising when she winces at the sting, while this happening you stay quite focusing on her wound while she tells you about the mission

However both of you fail to notice that Chris stops mid way through her story. When you finish you realise she’s stopped you look up and immediately blush.

When she see’s your blush she realises she got so entranced on you while you focused on her cut that she stopped talking.

Not giving her time to talk you get up to get a bandage for her cut and as you come back you see a shy look on Chris face. Smiling to yourself you place the bandage on her and lower her top, as she gets up and begins to leave you stop her.

“What are you doing Sunday?” You ask with a small smile and hopeful look in your eyes.

“Nothing why?” Chris replies while turning back to face you.

“I wondering if you would like go on a date” You said the smile on your face widening as a shocked but happy look crosses Chris’s face.

“I would love to” Chris says a happy but shy smile on her face at the fluttery feeling you caused at the question

You just continue to smile as you walk towards her placing a kiss on her cheek before heading back intent on clearing up so you can finish early and start planning your date.

As you turn Chris watches you with surprise in her eyes before a sweet smile appears on her face as she leaves.

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honeyheart19 · 2 years

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Can't Help Falling In Love

Chris Alonso x fem!reader, Jim Street x sister!reader

Note: I'm sorry if this is short. I've been listening to a lot of Elvis lately and thought "hmm there's not enough Chris Alonso fics". Enjoy :)

Summery: Chris reflects on her relationship with reader

Warnings: fluffiness, worries of rushing into relationship, implied smut, no order of lyrics, jumping in time

Chris's POV:

*knock knock knock*

I heard the door go, freeing me from my trance "Hey bride to be! Almost ready?" Ericka excitedly said. "Ya sorry, I was just thinking" I replied. "Not getting cold feet are you? Because as close as you are to Street, I don't think he'll take to kindly to you leaving y/n at the alter" she laughed.

"I wouldn't dream of it. I was just thinking of everything that's brought y/n and I here"

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

"Hey Chris!" Street waved to me "Come meet someone!"

I put my weights down and jogged over.

"Chris, this is my sister y/n. She's gonna be working here at SWAT."

"I'm really gonna be doing paper work and assisting Commander Hicks. It's not even close as important to what you guys do" giggled the y/h/c girl.

I almost didn't even process what she said because I lost bright eyes and her smile that lit up the room. Get a hold of yourself Chris.

"Nonsense, you'll be plenty of importance. Welcome to 20-David" I say shaking her hand.

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

"Alright Alright! First round on me!" Hondo yelled as we gathered into our favorite bar to our usual booth. I been a long day for all of us and all I want to do is hangout and relax with y/n 20-David.

"I'm down for a round of pool, any takers?" I asked.

"Nah I'm beat"

"Same here"

"Maybe next round"

"I just want a beer"

"I'm pretty sure you cheat because you're always beating me."

After all the guys turned me down I turned to y/n. "Care for a game?" I asked reaching out my hand. "Of course" she said as she took my hand pulled herself up. "I've never really played this before" she said as we got out sticks.

"That's fine. Lucky for you, you have the master of pool to teach ya"

I get behind her and pull her close to set up her first shot. As the balls scatter, she around to me. If I were to lean a couple inches closer I could feel her soft looking lip. "I guess I am pretty lucky" she says as I'm still holding on to her.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

"Do you want to come upstairs?" the y/e/c eyed girl shyly asked me while sharing into my eyes.

I've only known this girl for almost a month. It's our first date, consisting of a scary movie (thank God), the best burgers in town, and funny enough, roller-skating. The day went by so smoothly I feel like I've known this woman for years!

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable of course!" she quickly states while I was struggling to form my words.

I eventually build my confidence.

"Come on" I say as I take her hands in mine "would it really be a sin?" slyly remark.

"I guess not..." she blushes.

We turn to climb to to her apartment hand in hand. Excited to explore where the night take us.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

"I think I wanna marry y/n"

*Ppppphhhhfffff*

water sprays from Streets lips and Tan chokes on his bagel while Luca laughs at his misfortune. "You what!?" Street asks.

"Don't you think it's a little early? Deacon questions. "You don't wanna make any foolish decision and rush in"

"You guys have only been living together for just over four months." Street adds.

"We've never seen you rush into anything like this before Chris." says Hondo

"Agh, I know but something about this feels different. It feels right. My family loves her, we have a routine down at home, she's understandable with SWAT hours and we've even discussed plans for our future!" I counter.

"Come on guys!" laughs Luca "I think this is a great idea! Our pal Chris is a fool in love!" he jokes as I role my eyes and smirk. "Besides, SWAT is a family and family supports each other." he says as he gives me a side hug. "Thanks Luca" I smile.

"Fine but, I get best man" Street says as a smile grows on his face.

"Deal"

For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

I can't believe I'm here.

I year ago if you would've told me I was gonna meet and marry the love of my life I would've thought you were joking.

But here we are, in Deacon's backyard.

The stars are out, string lights and flowers hang everywhere, I'm surrounded by the people I love. And I'm dancing with my new wife for the first time to our song.

I'm excited to see what the future holds for us.

And I can't help but whisper to the lyrics

"I can't help falling in love with you....."

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disasterfandoms · 2 years

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Anniversary Surprise || A Dominique Luca Imagine

Anonymous requested: “Luca from SWAT anniversary dinner: you surprise him telling him your pregnant and he gets emotional🤪”

A/N: I miss writing SWAT! Thanks for requesting!

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TW: pregnant!reader, alcohol mention

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“Y/N! C’mon, let’s go!” You heard your husband call out, knowing you’re probably taking your time to get ready for this. What he didn’t know, of course, was that you were getting his anniversary present together. You snapped the watch box shut, placing it in a bag and filling it with tissue paper before yelling back, “Coming!”

Walking down the stairs, you saw his eyes sparkle, struck speechless. You had to laugh, Dominique always had a way with words except when it came to how you looked. He, on the other hand looked amazing, He had a black tux, pristine and his hair cut short, always looking like a masterpiece in them.

He took your hand, guiding you down the last couple of steps, kissing you on the cheek as he did. This caused you to smile, before he sneakily grabbed the bag out of your hand. “Hey!” you yelled, shaking your head at him.

“What? C’mon Y/N, let’s open them and get it out of the way now,” he suggested, holding the bag out of your reach.

“No! You know how this works, Dom! Gifts after dinner!” You laughed, trying to stand on your tiptoes to grab it.

He sighed, “Fine, but you’re gonna wish we did it now,” he smiled, handing the gift bag back to you.

“Thank you, now c’mon, you’re gonna make us late,” you smiled, winking and you walked towards the door.

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Dinner was at a fancy restaurant downtown, one you two had started going to for big occasions a couple years ago. You go at least every year for your anniversary, and this is no different.

Well, it’s a little different.

You two got to the table, ordering your food, smiling when he reached over and grabbed your hand. He was looking at you suspiciously, noticing you only ordered water and no wine as you normally would have.

“What?” You asked, smiling, noticing the look on his face. “I just don’t want wine tonight, Dom. I’m okay.”

He gave you a look, studying before nodding, deciding to drop it. He wanted to enjoy this time with you, nit argue over the silly things.

You smiled, moving to lace your fingers with his. You two chatted about various mundane things, work, etc. until the food arrived.

You ate, keeping an eye on your husband, seeing how Dom was bouncing as if he was an excited puppy. “Okay,” you laughed, “Open it.”

“Are you sure?” Dom asked, rubbing his hands excitedly, grabbing the bag.

You nodded, though grabbed your phone to record it.

“Why are you recording?” Luca asked, raising his eyebrow.

You shrugged, “Just want to rewatch your reaction, since I know I won this year,” your smirked, raising an eyebrow.

Shaking his head, “We’ll see about that,” he chuckled, before ripping into the gift tissue, pulling out the black box.

He opened the box, and the breath left his body. He looked up at you, asking, “Are you serious?”

You nodded, smiling as he picked up the test. “I’m pregnant,” you confirmed, starting to tear up.

Dominique grinned, “How long have you known?”

“Yesterday,” you laughed, squealing as he got out of his seat, coming to you and tackling you into a massive hug. You dig your face into his neck, giggling as you felt his tears on your shoulder. “You’re gonna be an amazing dad,” you whispered, before moving to kiss him, feeling that no matter what, it’s going to be okay.

#Dominique Luca #s.w.a.t.#swat #s.w.a.t. imagine #Dominique Luca imagine #swat imagine #pregnant!reader

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gemstone-roses · 8 months

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A friendly reminder that if you do not have your age, or age range in your bio, I will assume you are a minor and instantly block you if I see you in my notes interacting with my work!!

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year

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Close Call

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog ! It means a lot to see interactions on my work

Chris and Y/N are going through a rough patch but then a recent close call buts things into perspectives

Chris Alonso X Reader

You and Chris had been dating for over a year. The two of you meant through mutual friends and hit it off right away.

Chris was so sweet and kind and always made you feel good. Though the only thing is you have yet to meet her team.

Her swat family was her family and it bothered you that you never meant them yet. It sometimes made you question why. I

mean it’s not like the relationship was new. It was the opposite you guys were getting more and more serious about each other.

You really thought she was the one. The one you knew you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

But there was always a part of you that wondered if she felt the same way.

You knew that Chris had been through a lot. With her mom and other things . So you always tried to be understanding on why she might be so hesitant about everything.

If she really was the one for you then you could work with her. Is what you told yourself

But honestly you were starting to pull away from the relationship. You tried so hard but you were tired of being the only who felt like they were putting the work in.

Chris had always made some excuse or something with work. It felt like you were living with a ghost.

This morning Chris had already left for work or didn’t even come home. Sometimes it was hard to tell.

You worked in the entertainment business .Working as a director and writer and even a producer.

Wearing multiple job roles means that you would be gone from home a lot. Which also means you didn’t see Chris some days. Which worked for the two of you.

Today you had a busy day ahead of you. You were finishing the script to a big show you were going to pitch.

You also were executing a big tv network show so you had to add the final editing on the show.

So you got up for the day. Making some breakfast and then getting your self together.

You checked your phone and saw nothing from Chris. So you texted her good morning and hoped she was staying safe.

The little bubbles went off like she was going to say something but didn’t. You tried not take it personally. But lately it was just getting hard not to

You had a big office that you worked out of. It was in a nice building in the heart of LA. It had a stunning view and was something that you were really proud of. You made your way in and got started for the day.

You had a lot to do that and didn’t waste anytime. When you got working you got stuck in your own little bubble and the world seemed to disappear for a while.

Hours has passed and you didn’t even realize it. You heard yelling and panic and that is what broke you out of your trance. You popped your head went outside to see what was going on.

Everyone was just kind of running around like a chicken with their head cut off. You saw one of your friends from the building Kayla. So you walked over over to her to see if she knew what was going on.

“Hey what happened what’s going on” You asked

She looked at you with a confused and panicked looked on her face.

“You didn’t hear it went to everyone’s phone ” She said

“Hear what I have no clue what is going on” You said

“Someone called in a bomb threat and the LAPD seems to think it’s real. They locked us all in there” Kayla said

“How could they do that we need to be able to leave get out” You said the anxiety was growing and the panic setting in.

“The call came in from the office and they threatened other buildings in the area so no one in and no one out. “Kayla said

“How can they just leave us in here like this” You asked

“There worried that if is real the then the person behind it could get away with it.” Kayla said.

“Wait let me see if Chris can tell us anything” You said

You pulled out your phone and called her. Of course there was no answer.

So you texted her

“Hey do you know anything going on” You sent her.

There was no reply or anything of course you figured.

Someone started yelling from downstairs so the two of you looked over the railing and saw Dan.

He worked as an editor in the building. He was always a weird guy and didn’t really talk to anyone.

He was running around around and was going off about something it was hard to make.

“Everyone is going to know my name and the true meaning” Is what he was yelling.

“Maybe we should” Kayla said

You knew she was right that you needed to get the hell out of there but there was a also a part of you that couldn’t leave.

You were like glued just watching what was going on down there.

Dan just kept going on and on that the world was watching and people were going to pay. You had no clue what he could possibly be talking about.

“Hey Let’s go right now” Kayla yelled pulling you.

The two of you made your way into your office. You shut the door behind you and sat on the couch in your office.

You weren’t really sure what to do in this scenario. If it was a bomb where do you even go to hide ?

Your anxiety was just going through the roof. You always either wrote about these scenarios or saw about the on tv. Never did you think you were going to actually live it.

Chris’s POV

We all had to head in early this morning. We were tracking down a radical group who was involved with multiple bomb threats around town.

Were all in on this case and it was taking a lot.

I left early this morning. Y/n was still sleeping when I left and I didn’t have the heart to wake them up.

Or maybe I was just avoiding them. We had been going through a lot lately.

I know it was more on me and them. They tried so hard but I always kept pulling back.

Things were getting serious between us and that scared me. I was afraid I would loose them or something would happen .

I was also afraid of driving a wedge between us. Why did I always have to complicate things.

Y/N texted me good morning and I was just starting at my phone deciding on what to say. See what I mean about complicating things

“Hey you good” Street asked me

“Yeah I’m good what’s up” I asked walking into the room where the team was.

“Were rolling out we a bomb threat called into to a building downtown LA address is 212 west hollywood drive” Hondo said.

My heart broke into a million pieces. I knew that is where Y/N was and my anxiety was at an all time high.

“Let’s roll and stay fluid” Hondo yelled.

We all pilled into black betty. I kept picking at my fingers and trying not to freak out.

“You good you seem really nervous” Jim asked.

“Yeah of course I’m all good” I said lying.

Days like today I wish i wasn’t so secretive about everything. Because I knew my team would be here for me if i only let them.

We reached the destination in no time and we all pilled out. Our target dan was inside going crazy we could hear it.

“All right me and Deac will go in front , Jim and Chris go to the side ways and Tan and Luca go up top.” Hondo said.

We all nodded and go into position. Dan was waving around a gun and there were people every where. They were all scared.

He had a backpack on and no one what was inside.

“Come on man doesn’t have to be like this” Hondo yelled trying to calm him down.

I scanned around the room hoping to see Y/N but no luck. I was partly relieved and also very nervous.

Hondo kept trying to talk him down but he kept getting more erratic. So Hodo had no choice to take him out.

Deac walked over and cleared the backpack and it was a decoy thank goddess. Me and Street them moved to clear out the upstairs.

We went in a couple of rooms and no Y/N

“Damn it” I yelled

“You good” Jim asked

“I’m sorry didn’t mean that” I said

Finally on our way to check the last room I saw Y/N and a girl crowded into each other. I ran over to them.

I opened up the door and walked over to Y/N

“Hey It’s Okay It's just me ” I said

Thank god I found the safe

Y/N’S POV

Your hands were shaking and you kept looking down at your phone and nothing. Kayla grabbed your hands and gave you a squeeze.

“Hey look at me it’s going to be okay” Kayla said

“I know I know” You said

You both jumped when you heard a loud band followed by some pops. You both kind of leaned into each other.

You heard some footsteps and your heart felt like it was going to explode. You never felt pure fear like this before. You didn’t even notice the tears were falling down your face.

The door opened up slowly. And not trying to be dramatic but your life flashed before your eyes. Thinking about anyone and everyone you ever loved.

You squeezed your eyes shut and then a small hand was placed on your back.

“Y/N Y/N hey it’s just me” You heard a familiar voice say.

You slowly opened your eyes and turned around and saw Chris standing there. You felt like a giant weight was taken off your shoulder. You got up and ran over to her.

You embraced her in a big hug and you could feel her wrap her arms around you squeezing you tight.

“Hey It’s okay It’s just me” Chris said

“Thank god what happened” You asked

“Dan Williams he was tied to a pretty radical group he’s gone now though we got him” Chris said

She placed her hands on your face and leaned in and kissed you softly.

“Whoa whoa who’s this” You heard a man’s voice ask

“This is um Y/N my partner we been dating a year now” Chris said

“Jim street finally nice to meet the person who has been making Chris so happy” Jim said.

“I know but you know how private Chris can be” You said

“Oh trust me I know but now we know we can finally complain about Chris together” Jim said

“Trust me I have so many stories you need to hear” You said

“Nice try you two let’s go” Chris said

You all walked out and Chris held your hand squeezing it the whole time . When you walked out there was a group of people with SWAT on their uniforms.

Who looked up at you with a confused look.

Chris looked over at you and smiled.

“Come on I have some people I want you to meet” Chris said

You smiled at her and nodded.

“Hey everyone this is Y/N my partner we been dating a year now” Chris said smiling

“It’s about damn time we meet them” A tall muscular man yelled.

“Nice to meet you all finally thank you for helping us in their and you know saving our lives” You said

“Of course it’s our jobs happy to be of service” A older man with gray in his hair said.

“Hey come over here for a minute” You whispered to Chris

“Excuse us for a second” Chris said

You two walked out the way and got to a private space.

“Hey what happened to you this morning” You asked

“Sorry we had an early call time” Chris said

“Is everything okay and I don’t mean with just this morning” You asked

“I know I’m sorry I just been going through some things at work” Chris said, then she grabbed your hands.

“I promise I’m going to do better. I really want this to work. I love you I mean it was a hell of a wake up call when I heard the bomber was at your work. I panicked so hard and I felt scared and worried” Chris said

“Look I know things have kind of unstable between us but i want to change that what ever it takes” Chris said

“I love you to when I was in that room I thought of you not being able to see you again and it killed me I just want us to go back like when we first meant” You said.

Chris leaned in and kissed you. And you kissed her back and it was slow and sweet.

When the kiss broke Chris looked at you and smiled

“Come on there are some people who you need to be properly introduced to” Chris said

She grabbed your hand and walked you over to the team.

“Hey so this is Hondo , Deacon, Tan and Luca and you already meant Street” Chris said

“Nice finally properly meeting you all” You said

“You to wish it was under different circumstances though” Luca said.

“Maybe we all can go out and grab a drink tonight I have so many stories to tell” You said

“Were in sounds amazing” Hondo said.

Suddenly over the walkie they got a call they had to clear out. Chris grabbed you and gave you a kiss and then ran off.

When you woke up this morning you were not expecting this turn of events. But you were glad it ended the way it did.

Things were going to change overnight but you were glad it was headed in that direction. She was the one you were meant to be with.

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violetflowerswrites · 24 days

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It’s Been A Long Day - David “Deacon” Kay

It’s Been A Long Day - SWAT x Reader Drabbles

David “Deacon” Kay

Prompt: How does the team seek comfort after a difficult day on SWAT?

Pairing: Deacon x GN! Reader

Disclaimer: reader has children with Deacon, married couple. Vague mentions of police work, politics, fear of police. Reader and Deacon use gender neutral pet names (honey, sweetheart, etc.)

Word Count: 600

A/N: I am on Season 4 of SWAT which is full of complex and difficult topics like racism, Black Lives Matter, Blue Lives Matter, and more. I love the way the show handles modern day conflicts and struggles. I felt like it was fitting that Deacon would bring some of those thoughts home. He just needs to be comforted and supported!

The house was silent, save for the quiet crinkle of the page as you flipped through the book you were reading.

It was in this quiet that you heard the front door open and shut. Expecting footsteps to come upstairs to where you were, you continued to scan your eyes across the page.

After a few moments of hearing nothing however, you paused.

Why wasn’t David coming up to bed?

Concern furrowing your brow, you swung two feet out of bed and into your soft slippers, sliding a satin robe around your bare shoulders.

You stepped down as gently as you could, trying not to disturb your sleeping children, an action you’ve done a hundred times over.

In the same practiced whisper, you called out from the bottom step:

“Honey?”

The still form on the couch stiffened, then the tension released from his shoulders as you laid a gentle, warm hand on his back.

“What do you need?”

Deacon leaned back to look at you with appreciation. He loved that you didn’t interrogate him, scold him, or even ignore him.

You simply offered your unconditional support.

That’s just who you were and he couldn’t help but fall for you a little more in that moment.

“I just need a minute to…” he trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“Can I sit with you?” You asked.

Your husband made space for you, and you cuddled into his strong side, hip to hip, head to his chest, hearing that comforting heartbeat steady under your ear.

David automatically wrapped his arms around you, the stress in his body already melting away from your warm embrace.

Sometimes, he just needed you near and that was comfort enough.

Eventually, he released his hold on you and you leaned back, gazing patiently into his warm brown eyes. Tonight though, those eyes were lined with worry.

He lifted up your left hand, rubbing a thumb across your wedding ring thoughtfully.

“You know, this ring, it’s a constant reminder of our love, and our commitment to each other.”

You reached over and lifted his left hand, pressing your lips to the cold metal of his ring in silent acknowledgement of what he said.

“In the same way, my badge, it’s a symbol of my loyalty to the force, to my fellow policemen. And my dedication to protect and serve the citizens of LA.”

David leaned back and rubbed a hand over his tired face.

“But to some, this badge is a symbol of power. A power to exploit for their politics, or a power to fear of being targeted.”

He looked at you now.

“That’s not why I decided to be a cop.”

“I know.”

“It’s just, it feels like just being a good cop isn’t enough anymore.”

“Life isn’t black and white. It’s messy and complicated and full of the unexpected.”

“I know…I’m just tired of trying to defend myself. Protecting what I think is right.”

“You are a good cop. And an even greater man. I trust that you’ll do what’s right. Always.”

David pressed a kiss to your hair, but you saw that he didn’t quite believe what you said for himself.

“And if you don’t, if you make a mistake, you know I am here. Your team is here. You aren’t alone in this, David.”

At that, the deep sigh that your husband exhaled seemed to take some of the burden off of his heavy shoulders.

“Yeah. You’re right sweetheart.”

“Aren’t I always?” You smiled.

He chuckled and lifted your chin, pressing the softest kiss to your lips.

“Thank you.”

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let me apologize [ jim street ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 04 [ missionary ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, smut [ sub!jim + bratty!jim, praise kink, sex position -- missionary, crying, edging, orgasms, cum eating ] + mature language

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when jim had first extended the offer for you to join him at swat headquarters for a charity fundraiser, all under the pretense that he just wanted to be able to spend some time with you and have a chance to show you off to the rest of his co-workers, you hadn’t ever expected for the display of behavior you are witnessing. jim had been nothing but a brat all night.

you weren’t exactly sure when the attitude had started, or even what had caused the sudden switch in his mood, but you weren’t the least bit impressed with the way he had been acting or speaking to you. you had thought about bringing it up, pulling him to some private corner to hiss in his ear about how bad he was being, but thought against it. if he wanted to keep digging his on grave, you were going to let him. he’d realize it later.

and he did. the moment he locked eyes with you from across the room and caught the unimpressed and disappointed look you shot him, he knew he was screwed. you are a little different from previous partners, as any of his previous would have snatched him up and punished him in the nearest locked room -- not caring of anyone passing by could hear his pathetic cries. not you. you functioned on the aspect of disappointment, and it only made jim feel worse when you furrowed you eyes at him and you told him how upset you were. all in an even tone before ignoring him until he was begging for some form of attention and utter out his apologizes.

he hated it, but he loved it. wanting nothing more than to please you. be your good boy and make you nothing but happy. and yet here you were, plainly ignoring him from across the room and more so now that the event had ended. you had slapped his hand away when he attempted to make it up to you, head turned away from him as he whimpered in his seat and looked down at his hands in his lap.

“i’m sorry...” he mutters, tears brimming his eyes as he hears you sigh. hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as you took a deep breath, “i don’t know what’s gonna into you tonight, but that was completely uncalled for. you acted like a brat all night, and for what? what was the reason for you behaving so unacceptable?” you question, tone never harsh or mean, just more demanding as jim swallowed harshly.

“y-you wondered off and i didn’t get to see you all night. you were supposed to be there with me, but you weren’t.” he answered, a slight twinge of malice dripping into his tone that you quickly picked up on as you scoffed, “so you thought it was appropriate to act like a brat all evening because i wasn’t paying attention to you? when you could have just joined me or asked for me to join you at your side?”

“i’m sorry...” he utters again, head ducking down in shame as you sigh once more, “you definitely will be once you figure out what your punishment is for the night...” and for the first time that night, you finally look over at him with a blank expression. only serving to further raise the shame he feels resting the in the pit of his stomach.

and what ended up being his punishment? you resting softly against the pillows, working yourself closer and closer to your impending orgasm as jim sits between your spread legs, rutting his cock into your tight hole. arms glued to his side as his brow furrows in concentration -- trying to keep himself from coming until you tell him to do so.

“please...” he utters, voice cracking in the slightest as a hue of red pairing his cheeks, neck and chest seem to darken in the slightest as his cock twitches inside of you. you only hum in response, eyes drifting closed once more as you drop your head back against the pillows.

as his whimpers start to grow, it tells you that he’s close to coming and your eyes open slightly, “stop.” you utter, before a pained cry sounds off the bedroom walls and jim’s pace slows to a complete stop. his cheeks are puffy, and a couple of stray tears dribble down the slopes of his cheeks as his teeth catch his bottom lip in an attempt to drag his mind away from how close he was to coming.

“are you sorry, baby?” you question, watching as jim nods rapidly before apologizes tumble from his lips combined with choked sobs. you hum softly, and skimming up his chest before gripping his chin between your fingers and tugging his gaze down toward you, “then make come, and the second you do, you can come too.”

the words are barely out of your mouth before jim slams into you, pounding into your hole at an unrelenting pace that has you crying out and gripping his shoulders for support. he’s chasing his orgasm, already knowing how close you are to your own orgasm -- knowing that the faster he’s able to make you come on his cock, the faster he gets to come inside of you.

he feels you clench around him, your orgasm rolling over you in waves as jim lets out a strangled cry, coming literal seconds after you with a heavy breath. ropes of cum painting your insides before he’s dropping against your chest.

you’re quickly to scoop him up into a loving embrace, pressing a kiss to his forehead as your fingers comb through his damp hair, “if you want something, baby, don’t be afraid to ask for it.” jim nods softly against your chest, eyelids already heavy and he’s slowly drifting off before he could utter another word.

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