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Accidental CI

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x fem!reader

Summary: When your employer's name comes up in a case, your best friend Deacon calls to ask for your help. He leads you into a dangerous situation, and you come out as more than friends.

Warnings: r works an unspecified corporate job, mentions weapon trafficking and guns, threats, mostly fluff!

Word Count: 3.1k+ words

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“Hi, Deac,” you greet as you open the door.

“How was work?” he asks.

“It was fine. My boss forgot to start a software update last night so we didn’t have computer access until after lunch.”

“So, you got paid to sit there and do nothing?”

“Which isn’t that much different than most days,” you tease. “What about you? Any crazy calls?”

You lead Deacon into your kitchen, and his smile widens when he sees dinner waiting on your counter. He pulls you into a quick hug before telling you about his day at work.

“No injuries?” you ask softly.

“No injuries,” he assures. “What about you; any paper cuts that need tending to?”

“Just mental injuries for me. Our financial statements aren’t aligning like they should and if it’s not fixed by the next audit, someone’s getting in trouble.”

“What do you think caused it?”

“Oversight or adding the same bill twice, I’d guess. But I think we should talk about something more exciting than my future IRS investigation.”

“Then let’s talk about that amazing dinner over there and I’ll remind you that Luca wants to have a cooking competition with you.”

Deacon has been your best friend since he moved in next door. You also harbor an ever-growing crush on him. When you saw him climb out of the moving truck the first day, you knew you wanted to be close. He’s got a stressful job, so if you can give him a break and a friend, that’s what you’ll do.

Deacon watches the screen in the situation room as Hondo explains the corporate espionage turned weapon trafficking case. It's a strange move, going from stealing trade secrets to transporting illegal weapons across borders and into areas with strict gun control laws. Metro found a lot of evidence, but when they located the weapons supply in their prime suspect’s corporate office, they called in 20 Squad.

“Wait, go back. Who’s the suspect?” Deacon asks.

His eyes search the monitor as Hondo returns to a page of surveillance photos.

“Elwin Dupree. You know him?” Hondo responds.

“Not personally, but I know someone who works for him.”

“CI?” Chris guesses.

“No. She might be willing to help, though.”

“Call her,” Hondo says.

Hicks adds, “Otherwise, we’re going in blind. Metro has intel but it’s not enough to avoid an ambush.”

Deacon nods and walks out of the room. He presses a contact from his favorites list before raising his phone to his ear.

“Remind me why we work here?” your desk neighbor, whom you lovingly call Nola, says as she sits across from you.

“Because the pay is good… and we’re desperate,” you offer, smiling as you accept your favorite drink.

“May I remind you that Dupree is an idiot who can’t even remember what he asks us to do?”

“Just smile and go with it, Nola, it’s the easiest way to handle it.”

“The man called me into his office yesterday, and then didn’t know why I was there,” she whispers.

“That’s probably a good thing for you. Considering your nickname is based off of your reply of no; lazy.”

“I am lazy! So, I don’t like to do things. He can fire me whenever he wants.”

You roll your eyes and prepare to reply but are interrupted by your cell phone ringing. You apologize to Nola before you answer it.

“Hey, it’s me,” Deacon says on the other end of the line.

“Indeed, it is. What’s going on?” you reply.

“How do you know something is going on?”

“It’s mid-morning on a weekday. And you never call me.”

“I call you all the time!” Deacon argues.

You laugh before you say, “Not when you’re at work.”

“Okay, fine, you’re right. Listen, we’re working on something, and your boss’s name came up.”

“Dupree?” you inquire. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you exactly what we’re looking into, but Hondo and Hicks wanted to know if you’d be willing to help us.”

“Of course. Tell me what to do,” you agree.

“Can you come down here?”

“Uh, yeah,” you answer. You open the calendar on your computer and add, “I can spare an hour and a half, is that enough time?”

“Absolutely. Thank you,” Deacon says.

“Anything for you.”

You hang up and gather your things before standing.

“Where are you off to? Please tell me you’re leaving to go on a date with the hot neighbor you always talk about,” Nola whispers.

“Not today. There was a slight mishap for some of our paperwork. I have to run to another office and get everything sorted out,” you lie. “I’ll have my cell if you need anything.”

“Dodging bullets left and right, aren’t you? Go ahead, I’ll watch your phone and fill in Dupree if he notices you’re gone.”

“Thanks, Nola.”

When you park outside the station, your thoughts begin spiraling. You sit in your seat and wonder if you made the right decision. Will you be in Deacon’s way or be too distracted by him to even help? What if something happens to him while you’re with him? What if he-

A tap on your window draws you from your questions. You turn your head and see Deacon looking at you through the glass. You send him a small smile as he opens your door and bends to look at you. His head tilts to this side, and when he lowers to a squat, his brown eyes distract you as he looks up at you.

“You okay? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he says gently.

“No, I want to. Just- I was thinking too much, I guess,” you reply.

Deacon nods and stands before offering his hand to help you out of your seat. He closes the door and ensures it’s locked before moving his hand to your back to lead you inside.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Hondo,” Hondo says as you enter.

You shake Hondo’s hand and introduce yourself as you follow him further into the station. He doesn’t waste any time as he begins explaining as much as he can about how your boss is involved in the case they’re working.

“We’d like to send you in the get additional details on the office and any other information you can find,” Hondo says. “We’ve got basic floor plans, but we need insider info.”

“She can’t go in alone,” Deacon argues. “We don’t know what he has in that office. If she starts asking questions and he gets suspicious-“

You cut Deacon off by laying a hand on his shoulder and asking, “What if you go in with me? It wouldn’t be that hard for me to lie about who you are; Dupree doesn’t know most of the people who work in the building. Plus, you know what to look for better than I do.”

Hondo looks at Deacon and waits for his reply. You feel Deacon sigh against your hand before agreeing to go into the office with you.

“There’s an employee entrance without metal detectors, but you have to swipe a keycard,” you explain. “They’ll know if you piggyback with me.”

“Our techs can make him a keycard,” Hondo assures. “If you have yours, they can copy parts of it.”

You nod and pass your card to Hondo. He turns and gives it to a passing officer with a few short instructions. Deacon pats your arm as he leaves to change; his uniform isn’t business casual, but he said he'd find something more fitting.

“20 Squad is going to be close by,” Hondo begins. “Deacon can say a word and we’ll be inside, but if you need help and get separated from Deacon, try to get to a window. Signaling for help is easiest with this; just keep it in your pocket or your hand and press the button if you need us.”

You accept the small device and slide it into your pocket. It’s invisible, and you nod as Hondo reassures you everything will be okay.

“I know you can’t tell me what exactly Dupree is doing, but you’re going to catch him, right?” you ask softly.

“Absolutely. Nobody can run from S.W.A.T.”

You scan your keycard and wait for Deacon to do the same before opening the door. The employee entrance is on the side of the building, and you smooth your hands over your hips nervously. When you feel the device Hondo gave you, you relax slightly.

“We’ll walk to my desk, look at a few papers, and then go in?” you suggest as Deacon gestures for you to enter.

“Sounds good,” he agrees.

“The suit looks good,” you mumble as you walk toward the elevator.

Deacon chuckles as the elevator door opens, and you smile as he shakes his head at your flattery. The elevator is quiet, and as you wait to arrive on your floor, you take a few deep breaths. Deacon’s hand finds your lower back, and he rubs small, comforting circles before the door opens.

“Still working on the paperwork issue?” Nola asks when you reach your desk.

“Yeah, we are. This is Ryan from the Santa Monica branch,” you say.

Nola’s eyes narrow at you before she looks at Deacon’s hand. He’s close to you, like always, but you don’t understand her look. You raise your brows, but she only shrugs before looking back at her computer.

“Was it this one?” you ask Deacon.

He takes the blank form from your hand and nods. “Yes, this is the one.”

You return the paper to its rightful place on your desk before leading Deacon down another hallway. Nola’s reaction confused you at first, yet you’re not surprised when Deacon gently grabs your hip to stop you in the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s fine. Just stay calm and remember our covers. Like you said, Dupree won’t know any difference,” Deacon soothes. “And the team’s waiting for our signal if we need them.”

You nod, and Deacon’s hands raise to your shoulders as he drops his chin to look into your eyes.

“You got this,” he promises.

“I need to discuss an urgent matter with Mr. Dupree,” you inform his secretary. “This is Mr. Ryan Davidson from the Santa Monica branch. There have been some discrepancies with paperwork submitted to their office, which needs Mr. Dupree’s immediate attention.”

His secretary raises the receiver of her desk phone and whispers into it. You turn to look at Deacon, and he tilts his head to the left to signal you to stay calm and wait.

“You can go on in,” the secretary says as she lowers the phone.

Deacon opens the door for you, and you step inside first.

“Hello,” Mr. Dupree greets. He doesn’t pretend to remember your name, you notice. “I heard there’s an issue with some paperwork?”

“Yes, sir,” Deacon says. “I’m Ryan Davidson with the Santa Monica office and we’ve been having issues; receiving incomplete or incorrect paperwork from this branch.”

“My sincerest apologies, Ryan. If you don’t mind, use that laptop there and sign into your account while I bring mine up. We’ll get this sorted.”

You stand back as Deacon walks to the table at the back of the office and opens the laptop. Mr. Dupree didn’t shake his hand, ask for identification, or take other proper steps before jumping to help. It’s suspicious, but probably not what Deacon and his team need.

“What kind of incorrect information have you seen?” Mr. Dupree asks. You open your mouth to answer, and he adds, “Ryan?”

“Financial statements that aren’t matching previous months, for one. Most likely an oversight or adding the same bill twice. Nothing too extreme, just something we need sorted before the end-of-year audits,” Deacon answers.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise at his response. He practically repeated a complaint you shared during your last dinner together.

“Very well. I don’t know why the system is moving so slowly,” Dupree responds. He moves his hand under his desk as Deacon types.

You watch Dupree because Deacon’s team is getting him the access he needs. When you see the handle of a gun gripped in Dupree’s hand, you call, “Gun!” and drop to the floor just before he shoots above your head.

Deacon pulls his own weapon and points it at Dupree as he demands, “Put the gun down. I’m Sergeant Kay, L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T.”

As Deacon speaks, you slowly press your back against the side of Dupree’s desk, where he can’t see you. Deacon’s eyes are on Dupree, but you watch Deacon because you trust him to keep you safe.

“I could put it down,” Dupree says. “But if I angle it like this and pull the trigger, wouldn’t it hit your little friend?”

Deacon glances at you quickly, and you lock eyes before you shift away from the oversized desk.

“One more time: drop the gun,” Deacon repeats.

You can’t see Dupree, but you clap your hands over your ears as you hear two shots. Everything goes quiet, and you lean forward slowly to look for Deacon. He kneels before you and gently pulls your hands away from your head. You let him move you before surging forward to hug him. He welcomes you into his arms as footsteps echo in the hallway outside.

“It’s okay. We got him,” Deacon promises.

You nod against Deacon and allow him to help you stand. Deacon keeps you angled away from Dupree’s desk, and you’re happy to avoid looking.

“Did you get everything you need?” you ask quietly as Street and Luca lead a paramedic inside.

“We did. Are you okay?”

Deacon lays a hand on your shoulder, and his thumb presses gently into your tense muscles as he looks into your eyes.

“Get her out of here. Hondo said you can take the rest of the day. Maybe she can practice for the competition,” Luca calls.

“I think you need the practice more than me,” you reply without turning.

Luca laughs as Deacon wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you out of the office. He takes you back to your desk to get your things, and Nola rushes to hug you when you enter the open area.

“I heard the shots and was so worried!” she exclaims. “You’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you promise.

 “Then I need you to do something. Go home and ask your neighbor out. Don’t wait too long,” she says.

You nod and return to Deacon’s side. He heard everything from where he was standing, yet doesn’t comment as he helps you into the passenger seat of his car. Once you’re on the road, he fills the silence by asking you questions about what you will cook for your competition with Luca. You know he’s trying to distract you from what happened, and you appreciate it.

Back at the station, you sign some paperwork to receive CI benefits before walking to Deacon’s side. He offers to drive you home and keep you company, which you happily accept. You never like leaving Deacon and don’t want to be alone tonight.

“I waited too long,” Deacon murmurs while walking you out.

You stop and turn to face him as you ask, “For what?”

“What your friend said. I waited too long to ask you out.”

You smile and slide your hand into his. “Did you know that Nola looked at us like that because you were standing really close to me?" Deacon shrugs, and you explain, “I never shut up about you, Deac. I’m in love with you, so she was confused about why I was standing so close to another man.”

“Never?” Deacon repeats playfully.

“You didn’t wait too long, Deac,” you promise.

“I didn’t?”

“Not if you take your chance right now.”

Deacon looks around quickly before yelling, “Hicks! Did you file it yet?”

“No; I’m busy, Deacon,” Hicks answers.

“Can you make her Hondo’s CI?”

Hicks looks between the two of you and rolls his eyes. “Yes, I can.”

When Deacon turns back to you, he doesn’t give you time to speak before he asks, “Will you go out with me?”

“Nothing would make me happier,” you answer.

Your smile grows to match Deacon’s, but he makes it disappear when he pulls you in and kisses you. The sound of clapping makes you open your eyes as you pull back. Hondo leads 20 Squad in a round of applause, and you bury your face in Deacon’s chest to hide your grin and burning embarrassment.

“My CI’s never end up like this,” Hondo jokes.

“Pretty good timing, though, wasn’t it?” Deacon asks as he wraps his arms around you.

You stand wordlessly from the couch and walk past Deacon. He turns to watch you as you enter your bathroom and close the door. It only takes a moment for him to decide to follow you.

“Are you okay?” Deacon asks from outside the door. “And don’t just say you’re fine. We both know you’re not.”

You open the door and lean against the vanity as he walks in. “I feel bad that you had to shoot Dupree. I know he’s fine and he’ll recover, pay for him crimes, and everything. But you probably wouldn’t have done that if I wasn’t there.”

“Don’t think like that. If he had refused to drop the gun or fired again, I would have stopped him. Whether you were there or not. The only thing that was different was how fast I decided to do it; he was threatening you, but that didn’t affect my reaction itself.”

You nod, and Deacon places his hands on the vanity, caging you and keeping you close. “Don’t carry that guilt around,” he requests. “It gets heavy quickly.”

You slip your arms under Deacon’s to circle his waist. Because of your position, you look up at him and ask, “Could I have another kiss to help me overcome all of this guilt?”

Deacon laughs as his hand raises to rub your back. “Anything for my accidental CI.”

“I’m Hondo’s CI,” you remind him.

“But I’m the one that gets to kiss you, so who has the better timing?”

You let your kiss answer the question, and when Deacon pulls you against him to be even closer, you know that the wait was worth it. Though you probably won’t agree to go into the office of a weapon trafficker with him again, you will always be ready to help him when he asks and comfort him when he can’t. Despite how much you loved Deacon when you thought you could only be friends, you feel more love now that you know he feels the same.

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[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

Confessions of a Drunk Catholic

Pairing: David ‘Deacon’ Kay x Reader

Summary: The team goes out for drinks for your birthday and Deacon has just a little too much liquid courage

Warnings: Lots of alcohol consumption and drunk shennigans. Deacon being worried about being older than you. Age gap

Notes: Distraction sleepover request from @ssahotchswifemain​ and I’ve been so excited for this one! It’s also my birthday so I’ve decided to make this self indulgent <3

“Happy birthday to our favorite newest agent!” Hondo toasts as you all stand around a table in a small bar downtown.

“I take offense to that.” Jim points out, “But happy birthday y/n.”

You laugh as you take the shot that Chris had bought you and shake your head, “Thank you, thank you!”

You meet Deacon’s eyes from across the table as he eyes his shot while he sips his beer.

“You have to take it, it’s the law of the birthday girl.” You hum, smiling wide at him.

“I don’t know, I’m a dad, I don’t party like this anymore.” Deacon shakes his head.

“You have to, she decreed it. Come on, Deac.” Hondo claps him on the back and he shakes his head before finally taking the shot.

You let out a loud whoop, “Hell ya!”

“Deacon’s going wild tonight!” Chris grins, “New goal, see Deacon drunk!”

The group disperses to mingle around the bar and dance and buy more drinks but you stick around with Deacon.

“Thanks again for coming tonight, I know it isn’t your thing.” You say as you nudge him with your shoulder.

“Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world. Annie has the kids tonight and I haven’t really been out since we got divorced.” He smiles softly and you look at him in disbelief.

“Deacon! It’s been over a year at this point. How have you not gone out?” You ask, slapping his shoulder lightly.

“I just haven’t had time! Between work and my time with the kids I haven’t felt like or it had the time.” He shrugs.

“Oh you are so finding someone and getting laid tonight.” You joke.

“Y/n….” He gives you a look and a warning glance but you can tell he isn’t mad.

“Ok fine maybe you don’t have to get laid but at least hit on someone, I’m sure you have game. Get yourself back out there.” You hum, patting him on the arm before going to the bar to grab another drink.

All night you can’t stop thinking about what you told Deacon. You feel so dumb. Why would you do that? You had been crushing on Deacon hardcore for such a long time and that felt like you were just pushing him away.

“Y/n, you gotta come here.” Luca pulls on your arm as he comes up behind you, “Deacon is drunk.”

You gasp and let him tug you back to the table where Deacon is rambling to Tan and Jim.

“This is the best birthday ever.” You whisper as lean on the table to listen to Deacon talk. Slowly but surely all of 20 David surround the table to listen to drunk Deacon.

Everyone takes turns getting drinks (and getting Deacon water) as they listen and by the time the novelty starts wearing off you’re feeling a little tipsy. One by one the team starts to venture to other parts of the bar but you stay and listen to Deacon talk.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you told me, y/n.” Deacon says, leaning close to you as he talks, “But I just don’t feel like I have game anymore. Just gonna be single the rest of my life.”

“Hell no, Deacon, you’re 47. You deserve to be happy again. I’m sure you still have game. Try it…..on me.” You aren’t sure where the confidence comes from but it’s probably the 3 drinks and 2 shots you’ve had over the past couple of hours.

“Y/n……”

“Come on, do it. Give me your best game.” You urge.

He looks at you with a look you can onto describe as bedroom eyes and he leans in close to you, you can feel his breathe warm against your face and smell his cologne. He’s intoxicating.

His voice is low when he talks, “If I asked you to kiss me in front of all these people right now…..would you do it?”

Your breathe hitches in your throat and you lose all sense of yourself. All you want to do is scream yes, to launch yourself at him and kiss him as hard as humanly possible.

But you can’t.

You can’t get any words out at all and Deacon takes that as a bad sign.

“See? I told you. That’s a pick up I thought would work with someone young and it’s certainly not going to work with someone my age.”

You brain finally catches up with you and you blurt out, “Yes!”

He looks at you confused and you quickly shake your head, “I mean no! The pick up line works, I was….I malfunctioned for a second. You’re really handsome and smell really good and the idea of kissing you just short circuited me.”

You and Deacon stare at each other for a long time before he licks his lips and looks around the bar.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks abs you immediately nod.

“Please.”

You leave the bar without saying goodbye to anyone and let out a deep breathe as you hit the fresh air. You had chose the bar for tonight because of how close it was to your apartment and you were really glad about that now.

“My apartment is to the right.” Your words are slurred slightly and you immediately turn to right and then the left and the right again as you try to get your bearings.

Deacon chuckles lowly as he holds your shoulders and starts guiding you to the right, “How do you not know your left from right?”

“It’s not that I don’t know, it’s just…I’m drunk and it’s difficult.” You huff but you quickly get your bearings and guide him to your apartment.

As soon as you’re in the door you slam it shut and stand on your tip toes so you can kiss him and your mind immediately turns off. All you can think about are how right his lips feel. You grip his shirt tightly and keep pulling him backwards until you fall onto your couch.

“You’re so soft.” Deacon mumbles against your lips as his hands run over you.

“Deac….please.” You whimper as he nibbles on your neck and he shakes his head.

“Can’t go any further than this, we’re….we’re too drunk.” He mumbles as he kisses back up to your lips.

“Ya…but…” You pause between kisses to talk but keep getting distracted, “Will you stay here tonight? Stay in my bed with me? I promise I’ll be good.”

Deacon will never admit it but those words make it hard to control himself.

“Ya, of course.” He slurs and kisses you a little harder before getting off the couch, “Come on, show me to the bedroom.”

You giggle as you guide him to your room and start rifling through your drawers for pajamas, “You can get in bed, make sure you take those jeans off. Can’t have you being uncomfortable.”

When you get back from the bathroom Deacon is under the covers and you can immediately tell he’s not wearing his shirt. You’ve seen him shirtless in the locker room hundreds of times and every time you had been so tempted to just run your hands (or tongue) over his abs.

“Welcome back.” He murmurs as you climb under the blankets.

Fuck you could get used to this.

“Kiss me.” Your murmur back.

“So demanding.” He teases as he pulls you against him, your hands landing on his chest.

“It’s still my birthday for another” you peek over his shoulder at your clock, “hour and a half. You gotta give me what I want.”

He laughs but he doesn’t deny you, he just kisses you lightly before deepening it slowly but surely.

You run your hands over his chest and down his abs like you’ve already dreamed and giggle when he flinches and murmurs “tickles.”

You aren’t sure how long the two of you spent wrapped in each other just kissing and touching but you fall asleep at some point in it.

When you wake up the next morning, Deacon is already awake and tracing a finger over your back.

“Good morning, handsome.” You murmur, turning to face him.

“Morning.” He seems distracted and your furrow your eyebrows, afraid that he’s regretting this. You want to open your mouth and ask him but he beats you too it.

“Are you ok with this? With me?” He whispers.

“What? Of course I am, I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted this.” You murmur, rubbing your hand on his chest.

“It’s just….there’s a more than 10 year age gap between us, I’m old compared to you. I’ve been married, I have kids, I have baggage.” He shakes his head and closes his eyes as he looks at the ceiling.

“Hey…hey….look at me.” You whisper and when he doesn’t you resort to straddling him, “I like you. I like you for so many reasons and I don’t give a rat’s ass about any of those things. I just want you.”

He looks at you with such a longing that you have to lean down and kiss him as hard as you can, pushing every ounce of wanting into your kiss.

“Now I really want to sleep with you now that we aren’t drunk.” You whisper, caressing his face with your hand. He’s quiet for a moment and then the world flips upside as he rolls you onto your back.

“It’s not your birthday anymore but I’ll gladly grant your birthday wish of me getting laid.” He teases and nips at your bottom lip.

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[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Hero

For you, @spnshortcake !

You pulled your husband’s body close to yours by his belt. He cradled your face in his hands, giving you a deep, loving kiss. 

“Be safe today, baby.” You said to him once he pulled away. 

He responded with a smile, “Everyone goes home, darling.”

You and Deacon were both preparing to leave for work, standing between your vehicles parked in your garage. He opened your car door for you to get in. Once you were buckled, he leaned in and kissed you again. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“I will be right here, waiting on my prince charming.” You winked at him as he shut your door and you parted ways. 

Deacon walked into the station with his duffel bag on his shoulder. He greeted his team mates and made himself a cup of coffee before meeting in the debrief room prior to their shift starting. Once the team was seated around the table, Hicks stepped into the room and began a rundown of what to expect for the day. Right before the meeting wrapped up, Hicks’ cell phone rang. He answered it and quickly told the team to suit up as all their pagers went off simultaneously. 

“There’s a hostage situation at a bank downtown.” Hicks announced. 

A few minutes later, the team was in Black Betty, heading towards their call. 

“Hostage situation, one confirmed fatality, a few other injured is what we know so far.” Hondo said as he began reading the notes that came across his work phone to give his guys a rundown of what they were heading into. 

Hondo made it to the bottom of the notes and saw the address of the bank they were going to. “Deacon?” 

“Oh my god.” Deacon interrupted. He had beat Hondo to the bank’s address in the notes. He immediately pulled out his personal cell phone and tried to call you, only to be greeted by your voicemail. 

Hondo knew you hadn’t answered as he watched his teammates face turn pale and tears well up in his eyes. 

“She is okay, brother. We are going to take care of her, but I need to know you are safe to go in here with us.” He leaned forward, meeting Deacon eye to eye. 

Deacon looked at him and nodded, wiping his eyes. “She knows what to do, she’s trained with us before; we’ve taught her what to do…” He spoke words, yearning for his heart to believe what his mouth was saying. “I’m good, Hondo. It’s my job to protect her.” 

S.W.A.T. arrived on scene to law enforcement still getting a perimeter set up outside of the bank. The team lined up at the front and back entrance of the building, preparing to enter once given the go ahead. 

Deacon was sure his heart rate was 180. He was scared as hell on what he might walk into. He knew you had been faced with losing him multiple times – how many calls had involved him getting shot at and he was unable to communicate with you until hours later? It was a part of the territory that came with being a SWAT wife. Even though he had put himself in your shoes before, or at least tried to, he had never actually been in your shoes and it made him nauseated at the thought of losing you. He made a brief mental note to love on you extra once you were safe in his arms. 

Deacon lined up behind Hondo, preparing to enter the building. 

Once they entered, Deacon took lead. One masked man laid on the floor in front of the teller’s desk, dead. There was no one behind the teller’s desk. A second body was found in the hallway leading to a back area of the bank. Deacon was initially unable to determine if the second person was a suspect or an employee, but soon noticed a firearm laying several feet away from him and decided that the dead man was likely a suspect.

 The rest of the bank was cleared except for the conference room. It was the last hallway and room to be cleared. The team approached the door. Deacon took his stance on the side of the door. 

“LAPD,” Deacon announced, his voice deep and loud. 

“David?!” A weak voice came from the other side of the door. 

As soon as Deacon heard your voice, he immediately opened the door, gun aimed, his teammates behind him. 

20 David entered the room to find you kneeling on the ground with your knee in the groin of one of the bank tellers who had gotten shot. Your knee was holding pressure to gun-shot wound to keep him from bleeding out of his femoral artery, where he had been struck. Your 9mm was pointed right back at the SWAT team. Other bank employees were also cowered in the corner of the room to your left. 

As soon as you saw your husband and his team, you lowered your weapon and began sobbing. 

“The shooters are dead,” you said through sobs and hyperventilating, “We need EMS for him.” You nodded your head towards your coworker whose life was in your… knee.

“Oh my god,” Hondo said as he looked around the room.

“Oh, baby…” Deacon said simultaneously. If you didn’t know better, you’d say your husband was also on the verge of tears as well. 

The team began getting the other bank employees out of the building. Deacon kneeled in front of you and cradled your face. 

“You did that?” he asked, nodding his head towards the door behind him, referencing the two dead gunman in the front of the bank.  

You nodded with tears still streaming down your face. Deacon glanced down at the gun beside you and immediately recognized that it was your personal firearm. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you carried in here?” He kept his voice low to avoid any unwarranted questions. You both knew you would soon face plenty of those. 

“Because, I didn’t want you to ever be in trouble for knowing and not saying anything about it if… something like this were to happen.” You knew that anything you did could fall back on your husband if he was aware of it – another part of the SWAT wife territory. The last thing you wanted to do was to get him into trouble.

“Are you hurt?” 

You shook your head. 

“What happened?”

You sharply inhaled as you told your story for the first of many times that day. 

You were in your office at the bank when you heard loud voices followed by screams followed by instructions to “shut the fuck up!” Your heart sank when your mind processed what was happening but you didn’t have much time because very soon after, you heard a gunshot followed by more screaming. You pulled your firearm out of the holster underneath of your shirt, aimed it, and immediately met a gunman in the hallway. When you saw his weapon being raised towards you, you didn’t hesitate to pull your trigger. 

The man was dead before he hit the ground. 

You quietly made your way to the front of the bank. You peeked around the corner to see a second gunman pacing back and forth with the bank employees on the ground. His back was towards you and you took the shot the second that you had it. He was also dead moments later. 

You paused and looked around for a third gunman. When you didn’t see one after several moments, you stepped out into the front of the bank to find the teller shot. No one else was injured that you noticed. 

You had two male customers drag the injured employee to the conference room after you instructed everyone else to make their way there. It was a central room in the building. You didn’t know what was waiting on the outside of the bank for all of you if you decided to leave so you didn’t want to send anyone out. You knew you could sit inside of the room with your gun to neutralize any further threats that may find you. 

It was fourteen minutes from the time you shut and locked the door, knelt down with your knee in your coworker’s groin, steadied yourself and pointed your firearm at the door. However, it felt like eternity. You couldn’t express the relief that you felt when your husband was the first person you saw to walk through the door. It had felt like an eternity. 

Deacon kissed your forehead moments before paramedics entered the room. 

Security footage confirmed your story. Ever since you and David began dating, he always told you that everyone goes home when you told him to be safe. It was a theory you had adopted as well. That was why you decided to begin carrying your firearm inside of the bank with you every day at work. You knew if it was ever discovered, it would cost you your job, but what was the alternative? Losing your life? Jobs could be replaced. You or your husband could not be. 

And your suspicion of the following repercussions were correct – you were let go from the bank for carrying inside against policy. But, as you walked out of the interrogation room, hand in hand with Deacon, you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you got to be with your husband. 

The rest of the day was long and you didn’t walk out of your investigation until the early hours of the morning. You were walking hand in hand out of SWAT’s headquarters with Deacon. You had been able to shower at the station and Deacon had spare clothes you put on, but you were ready to get home, take a shower with your own things and slip into bed with your prince charming. 

The day had been so exhausting that you didn’t have much energy left for any conversation with Deacon and he recognized that. He didn’t pressure you to talk as you arrived home, showered, and prepared for bed together. He climbed into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms. Even as you drifted off to sleep, you were intoxicated by your husband’s scent – his skin, his beard oil, his body wash, and the spritz of cologne he put on every night before bed simply because he knew that you loved it. You were so grateful for the safety of David’s arms.

The following morning, you woke up still entangled in your husband. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” David said softly once he saw your eyes flutter open. 

“Mmm,” you nuzzled into your husband’s neck. “Good morning, baby.” 

He kissed your forehead. “What would you like to do today?” 

“Is spending the day wrapped up in you an option?” 

“It most definitely is if that’s what you want.” He rubbed your arm with his thumb. “Are you hungry?”

“Is my name Mrs. Kay?” 

Deacon chuckled. “Let’s go get some food, then we’ll come home and snuggle until you get tired of me.”

“Never.”

Deacon took you to your favorite coffee shop for breakfast. He chose a booth for the two of you and sat down on one side before pulling you into the seat next to him. He turned so he could pull you close to him and keep his arm around you. 

He was never one for much PDA so this took you slightly off guard, but you had no complaints. You were so thankful for Deacon after the previous day’s events. He peppered your cheek with kisses while you waiting on your food. 

“You know…” Deacon started talking after your plates were placed in front of you. You turned so that you were facing your husband while sitting next to him. “I know that you face the fear of something happening to me every single day I go to work,” he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “But I have never truly understood what that fear felt like – until yesterday.” 

You gave Deacon a small smile. He caressed your face with his hand, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Baby, I don’t know how you endure that every day you watch me leave.” 

You reached up and held Deacon’s wrist and leaned into his hand. 

“Lots of prayer…”  you started, “and it comes with the territory.” You winked at him. 

“You know you’re a hero, right?” Deacon asked. 

You scoffed, “Not hardly.”

“Baby, because of you all of your coworkers lived and went home yesterday.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about taking the gun to work with me.” 

Deacon chuckled. It was typical of you to disregard compliments that shined any light on you – it made you uncomfortable. 

“Mrs. Kay, I am going to spend the rest of our lives never letting you forget how much I love you and how much you mean to me.” 

He leaned in and kissed you. He managed to keep the kiss PG, but you felt every ounce of passion that filled the kiss. 

You spent breakfast with your husband feeding each other pancakes and bacon, giggling and stealing quick kisses from each other. 

“Will you go home with me?” Deacon asked flirtatiously as you finished your last sip of chocolate milk. 

“Mmmm,” you smirked at him, “Going home with a good lookin’ man? Sounds like a fun time to me.” 

“God, I love you,” he kissed you again. 

You slid out of the booth, hanging onto your husband as you walked to the cash register together. Deacon paid for your food and drove you home together. When you got home, he opened your car door, helped you out, led you inside, and started your favorite movie before pulling you into his lap on your couch. You spent the day, snuggled up with your Sergeant. 

#david kay #imagine #jay harrington #hondo harrelson #swat #swat cbs #david deacon kay #jim street #dominic luca #christina alonso #deacon x reader #david kay x reader #deacon kay x reader #husband #wife #love #fluff #hero

[aresthelostboy]

Requests

Rules:

No female reader

No female characters

This is all gay shit

Seriously, I won’t be answering shit like ‘x fem!reader’ or anything

Might do FTM reader

No NSFW

I do poly!couples (from the same fandom)

I do angst, fluff, suggestive, headcannons, imagines, fics and such

Fandoms:

Metal Family (Dee, Glam)

Tokyo Ghoul (Uta, Nishio, Juuzou, Shuu, Ayato)

Twilight (Carlisle, Jasper, Aro, Caius, Marcus, Emmett, Alec)

Vampire Diaries (Damon, Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Finn)

Horror (Predator, Michael, Ghostface (Billy and Stu), Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Deacon Frost, Eric Draven, Leatherface, Pyramid Head, Hannibal, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out.

The Boys (Homelander, Black Noir, Lamplighter, The Deep)

Kingsman (Agent Whiskey)

Creepypasta (Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, EJ, LJ, Jason the Toymaker, Bloody Painter, Ticci Toby, Candy Pop, etc.) If the character you want isn’t there, you can always request and find out

Resident Evil (Heisenberg, Leon Kennedy)

Spider-Man (Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel)

Call of Duty (Ghost, König)

American Horror Story (James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Dandy Mott)

Obey Me (Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Leviathan, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos)

Helluva Boss (Moxxie, Blitzø, Stolas, Striker, Fizzaroli, Asmodeus)

Other: Le Chiffre, Howl Pendragon, Jonathan Crane, SCPs, Billy Hargrove, Sally Face…

If a specific character isn’t here, please feel free to ask but be aware that I may either not know the character or dislike writing for them!

#the boys #metal family x reader #tokyo ghoul x reader #twilight x reader #creepypasta x reader #male!reader #male reader #call of duty x reader #american horror story x reader #obey me x reader #slashers x reader #howl x reader #stranger things x reader #resident evil x reader #vampire diaries x reader #agent whiskey x reader #sally face x reader #x reader #reader insert #x male reader #Male reader insert #scp fandom #helluva boss x reader

[lcvesjj]

Who I write for + Request Rules

my masterlist

request rules

Requests are currently OPEN! 

I only write fem!reader fics.

Please be nice and respectful when sending a request or ask! 

Please don’t send me requests that were sent to other writers!!!

I will write angst, fluff, hurt/comfort & au’s (I do not write smut)

I do not write sister!reader or daughter!reader.

It may take me some time before answering asks, dms and writing requests (so please be patient)

who I write for

Chicago PD 

- Erin Lindsay

- Jay Halstead

- Antonio Dawson

- Hailey Upton

- Kim Burgess

- Adam Ruzek

Chicago Med 

- Connor Rhodes

- Will Halstead

- Natalie Manning 

Chicago Fire 

- Kelly Severide

- Stella Kidd

- Gabby Dawson

- Leslie Shay

- Matt Casey

Criminal Minds

- Jennifer Jareau

- Emily Prentiss

- Derek Morgan

- Aaron Hotchner

- Penelope Garcia 

SWAT

- Chris Alonso

- Jim Street

- Victor Tan

- Jessica Cortez

- Deacon Kay

- Hondo Harrelson 

- Dominique Luca

#erin lindsay x reader #jay halstead x reader #antonio dawson x reader #hailey upton x reader #kim burgess x reader #adam ruzek x reader #connor rhodes x reader #will halstead x reader #natalie manning x reader #kelly severide x reader #Stella Kidd x reader #Gabby Dawson x reader #Leslie shay x reader #matt casey x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #emily prentiss x reader #derek morgan x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #penelope garcia x reader #chris alonso x reader #jim street x reader #victor tan x reader #jessica cortez x reader #deacon kay x reader #hondo harrelson x reader #dominique luca x reader

[solesommerso]

☆-September Project 9-☆

day 9~ sweet

∘ ༺ ☆༻ ∘

deacon kay x reader

fluff, romance

~

You sigh as you place your bag down by the door, hanging it on it’s respected hook before toeing your boots off to the small bench kept under the rack of bags and jackets. There’s a smell wafting through the air that brings a smile to your face, it screams with that ‘falls starting’ essence.

“Babe? You in here?” Deacons head peers up from where he stands in front of the stove top, your bright green apron tied around his waist that has you chuckling small. There’s flour and some type of substance smeared across the front of the material, and David’s cheek.

“I didn’t think you’d be home this early.” He mutters while looking down at the plethora of dirty dishes surrounding the counters.

“Meeting went short. So, Whatcha makin?” You graciously tip the bowls to try and get a glimpse of whatever contraption is about to come out of your oven, you’re only met with remnants that give you no clue.

“Apple pie, it was supposed to be a surprise.” Deacon starts to gather the dishes to put into the sink, a disappointed look across his face that you know just can’t do.

“I bet it’s delicious.” You come to wrap your arms around David’s waist from behind, leaning your cheek against his shoulder blade and smiling when his hand rests atop yours.

“I might have made it too sweet.” He admits, leaning towards you more.

“I like sweet, sweets good.”

“The kids will eat it if you don’t.”

“Mm. Ain’t that the truth.”

#writing #dk #deacon kay #deacon kay x reader #september 22 fics

[lambtotheslaughterr]

500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS OPEN✨

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

beau<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

MARVEL: Steve Rogers | BUCKY BARNES | Loki | Thor | Erik Killmonger | Aged Up Peter Parker | Talos (a.k.a spacedaddy from Captain Marvel) | Billy Russo (The Punisher) | Deacon Frost (Blade) |

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

VIKINGS: Rollo | RAGNAR | Hvitserk | Ubbe | Ivar | Bjorn |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

MISC: Aged Up Billy Hargrove | Adrian Griffen (The Invisible Man) | Coriolanus Snow (young, not the old one, blegh) | CHASE ANDREWS | JACKSON RIPPNER | Aged Up JOSEPH DESCAMPS (Mixte) | Elwood Dalton (RoadHouse) | Aged Up Henry Bowers (IT) | Rio (Good Girls) | Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove) | Boys from 'The Covenant' (aged up, ofc) | Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) | Ajax (The Warriors, bless you if you know who this is. he is my ride or die.) | Walter Deville | Ash (No Exit) | Brahms (The Boy) | Masked Man (Hush) | The Gentleman (The Purge) | AURELIANO (Subburia) | Aged Up Nate Jacobs | The Predator | Reggie Kray (Legend) |

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

a/b/o themes | lactation kinks | dd/lg kinks | real life celebrities | monster fucking (does not include aliens or vampies) | ghost/demon fucking | race play | dp kinks | anal play (generic anal is fine, but anything more is a no from me) | cum eating | basement wife themes | sexual slavery themes | convenience noncon (this is specific to me so you deffo won't know what that is so if you're curious, please ask) | breeding kinks | pregnancy non con | bimbo reader | underage reader/characters | sex pollen themes | blood-related incestual themes | cuckholding kinks |

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot

2. virgin!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends)

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate)

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot

6. ‘always you’ reader x rafe cameron sequel one shot

7.

8.

9.

10.

#dark!fic #non con fic #500 followers celebration #requests open #get in while you can

[bombsquad9]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐬:

✞Apex Legends

—> Character(s): Catalyst, Caustic, Fuse, Horizon, Loba, Mirage, Octane, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson.

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Karl Heisenberg, Leon Kennedy, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞The Quarry

—> Character(s): Abigail Blyg, Dylan Lenivy, Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos, Kaitlyn Ka, Max Brinly, Nick Furcillo, Ryan Erzahler.

✞Tomb Raider

—> Character(s): Lara Croft

✞Until Dawn

—> Character(s): Ashley Brown, Chris Hartley, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Joshua Washington, Matthew Taylor, Mike Monroe, Sam Giddings.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

✞Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism, Fetishizing, etc will not be tolerated. If you do anything related to any of those topics you will be blocked from my account.

✞Do NOT request things such as pedophilia, rape, zoophilia, etc . If anything you are requesting is like that you will be blocked from my account.

✞If you send hate in my anonymous inbox then you shall be ignored, and your message will be deleted. If you're going to be hatefully, don't be a pussy and hide behind an anon.

✞Minor shall interact with anything that is not labeled 18+/MDNI/smut. I can't stop you, nor am I going to carry out an investigation to find out if you're 18+. If you're a minor and you interact and see something you don't like; THATS NOT MY FAULT.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝗺:

⚠︎︎Requests are currently open⚠︎︎

✞If you are requesting please be specific about what you want. This includes characters, setting, whether it's ship/xreader/headcanons, and other criteria you want. I can't make it what you want if you don't tell me.

✞I will write smut, fluff, and angst. Headcanons, ships, x readers, preferences, etc are all acceptable within reason.

—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

—> When it comes to angst, I will write almost anything. I will write (TW) suicide, self harm, alcoholism and other addicts, etc. Though, I won't write EDs or anything related. Similarly to smut, it may not be good due to lack of practice, my apologies.

—> Anything out of reason would be minor x adult in a pedophilic/romantic way, human x animal (no, this does not include monsters) in a zoophilic/romantic way, etc.

✞Be patient, I will want to take my time on requests for various reasons. Sometimes I need breaks, sometimes I don't have any ideas, sometimes I will have writing sprees. It depends on the minute, so again, be patient. If you complain about how long it takes your request will be deleted and ignored.

✞If you want to be tagged for any specific character(s), then put your username in an orderly fashion on the Google doc that I will have linked below.

✞I will mostly write m!reader (AMAB and AFAB), but if you do want f!reader or gn!reader just let me know in your request, and I will do. If you do not specify I will either do m!reader or gn!reader by default. The only exception to this is if it is a lesbian/sapphic character.

✞ Any requested content will be Tumblr exclusives! Anything that is requested on my Wattpad will be Wattpad exclusive.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐖𝐚𝐭��𝐩𝐚𝐝:

✞Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/BombSquad09?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&utm_campaign=invitefriends&wp_page=home&wp_uname=BombSquad09

✞Masterlists: Pending...

✞Tag List: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10ZsBcfr3GOyd3p2r2iJaf_jtLlpnMWjzOPIAstF6b2I/edit

✞Upcoming Works: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10_Oqn6twstO545rBCmSJLUgCBclezaJ4jLroZdUnh0c/edit

⚠︎︎This post was last updated: 4/20/24⚠︎︎

[kenzie30david]

Prompt List

Feel free to pick any prompt for any character or send me any requests/ideas  that aren’t on this list 

Fluff:

1. What if I kissed you right now?

2.  I don’t ever wanna live without you?

3. Don’t ever do that again

4. You take my breath away!

5. Say yes!

6. Is that my hoodie?

7. Date night?

Angst:

1. Don’t you dare walk out that door!

2. I don’t want to lose you

3. You have my number

4. Just play along please

5. It’s going to be okay

6. Do you think you deserve it

7. Take me with you

NSFW:

1.Take your clothes off

2. You look goon enough to eat

3. Let me take care of you

4. Do I make you nervous?

5. Don’t give me that look

6. I told you you’re mine

7. Look at me baby

SWAT:

-David “Deacon” Kay

- Daniel “Hondo” Harelson

- Chris Alonso

- Street

- Tan

-Luca

-Rocker

Bridgerton

- Anthony

- Benedict

- Simon

- Collin

Mayans

- Angel Reyes

- EZ Reyes

- Bishop

Yellowstone

- John Dutton

- Rip Wheeler

- Ryan

- Kasey Dutton

#deacon kay imagines #hondo imagines #swat imagines #deacon kay x reader #tan imagines swat #luca imagines swat #rocker imagines swat #christ imagines swat #street imagines swat #bridgerton imagines #anothony bridgerton x reader #collin bridgerton imagines #benedict bridgerton imagines #yellowstone imagines #john dutton imagines #rip wheeler imagines #mayanc mc imagines #angel reyes imagines #bishop imagines mayans #ez reyes imagines

[writercole]

Come Away with Me

Words: 999 Warnings: Fluff, Priest!Matt Murdock Credits: @deangirl93​ @huffle-pissed​ for the betas and the squeals and the love. A/N: My brain was trying to force me to be happy in my angsty fic so I cranked this out in like...half an hour? Enjoy. 

Matt Murdock never struggled with his vows, his faith. He felt that it was fated for him to serve the Lord as a priest, his blindness of sight leading to an abundance of compassion and understanding. Until he was assigned to the Blessed Lady of Mercy church parish and met the nuns of the convent.

They were all kind and humble, part of their own set of vows. But there was one woman who stood out. Sister Y/N was undoubtedly the kindest of the nuns, her capacity for empathy shining through every interaction she had.

She would sing to the plants when it was her turn to tend the garden. When she was to help with the homeless missions, she spoke to the visitors and smiled genuinely, like they were the only important person in that moment. Everyone asked for her when she was gone.

Matt noticed her first when she was sent to his office to drop off some paperwork. He noticed how her footsteps were quiet, as was her knock. He heard her voice and was immediately enthralled. Her scent was of gardenias and earth after a rain, pure and fresh.

He found himself seeking out her voice in the choir, the sweet sound making the hymns even more beautiful. He told himself that it was because she was the loudest voice.

There was always one of the sisters helping him, rotating in and out. He didn’t know how the scheduling worked, but he knew that she hadn’t been assigned to him once in his four years with the parish.

When Sister Kay arrived for her second rotation in a quarter, Matt started getting suspicious. He headed over to the Mother Superior’s office to get some answers.

“Father Murdock, what can I help you with?” Sister Emma asked as she stood.

“I was wondering why Sister Kay was assigned to me again so soon,” he explained, “I hope service with me isn’t being used as a punishment or a reward.”

“Oh, no, Father. Nothing of the sort,” Sister Emma insisted. “We had a new rotation start today, several of our sisters have only been involved in one or two of the assignments. Sister Kay is merely on our floater assignment this rotation. Sister Y/N had an appointment today. She’ll be in tomorrow.”

“Wonderful,” Matt replied. “If she’s ill, she can take all the time she needs.”

“Oh, it’s nothing of the sort, Father,” Sister Emma assured him, calming his mind.

“Okay. Thank you, Mother Superior,” he said, waving his hand as he guided himself out of her office with his cane.

The next morning, Matt walked into his office and smelled freshly brewed coffee and heard the keyboard ticking away, nearly masking the sound of humming.

He stood in the doorway for several moments, just observing in his own way, a soft smile creeping onto his face.

“Good morning, Father Murdock,” she chirped as she stood. “I have coffee ready and your messages are queued on your recorder. You have a counseling session in an hour and a meeting with Deacon Nelson for lunch,” she detailed as she maneuvered around the room with her hand on his arm, guiding him gently to his chair.

No one had ever been so thorough or helpful when they worked with him. He was very pleasantly surprised by this woman at every turn and he was dying to be surprised again.

The rotation was very smooth and Matt was able to get to know the woman under the habit. He had developed feelings for her, strong feelings, feelings that had him regretting the vows that he’d taken for the first time in his life.

He showed up to his office, finding the same smell of coffee and soft ticking of the keyboard that he had become accustomed to. The only difference today was the bouquet of roses in his hand and the unusual pounding of his heart.

“Good morning, Father,” she chirped as she did every morning, moving around her desk to help guide him to his office. “Those are lovely flowers,” she commented as she looped her arm in his.

“They’re for you, actually,” he replied awkwardly.

“Oh, thank you, Father!” she exclaimed as she took them from his hand. He heard her inhale deeply, presumably sniffing the petals. “No one has ever gotten me such beautiful flowers before.”

Matt heard her heartbeat speed up and he smiled. Now or never.

“Please forgive me if I’m out of line or if I read this wrong,” he started, “but, Y/N, I care for you in ways a priest shouldn’t. I lose sleep just imagining ways for us to be together. I’ve dreamt of how it would feel to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. I am willing to walk away from the priesthood for you. Just say the word and I’ll renounce the title.”

Matt didn’t hear anything but his own heart pounding. He began to wonder if she had gone, left him in the middle of his speech. His questions were answered when he felt a hand - her hand - caress his face, tracing his jaw where a day’s worth of stubble had grown in.

Her lips pressed to his in a soft, sweet kiss, calming his racing mind. The only thing he felt were her soft lips on his, moving slowly against them.

She pulled away, her hand still on his face and sighed a contented sigh.

Matt was grinning. She had kissed him! She sounded happy and her touches were soft, loving.

“Come away with me,” she whispered.

“I will follow you anywhere,” he promised. “Let’s go. Leave this place. Together.”

“Where to first?”

“Mother Superior then the Bishop,” Matt said. “After that, we’ll flip a coin. Heads we go east, tails west.”

“Perfect,” she smiled as she kissed him again before taking his hand and pulling him to the offices to deliver their resignations and find what this life had to offer them.

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#writercole #matt murdock #priest au #fluff #father matt murdock #priest matt murdock #matt murdock x fem reader #nun au

[kalamataolivesssss]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: S.W.A.T. (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dominique Luca & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dominique Luca, David "Deacon" Kay, Dan "Hondo" Harrelson, Jessica Cortez, Victor Tan, Christina "Chris" Alonso, Jim Street, Original Female Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Daniel Harrelson Sr., Darryl Henderson, Annie Kay, Lila Kay Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Past Child Abuse, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Summaries, luca is a sweetheart, Inspired by Music, I want slow burn but I'm impatient, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Feelings, Mild Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, Friendship/Love, Developing Friendships, Found Family, Love Story, Love, Developing Relationship, Tags May Change, Attempted Murder, Not Beta Read, Light BDSM, Dirty Talk Summary:

Dominique Luca finally bought a house. But, now he has to renovate it. The start of a long needed four day weekend, he gets a head start - only for his plans to get derailed after a quick trip to a coffee shop in the neighborhood.

Harper is just trying to make it to Saturday, when she has a scheduled girls night with her besties. After a late work night, Harper heads in for coffee later than usual, and meets a pair of blue eyes that threaten to drown her.

Read as these two go through such cute moments, friendly shenanigans, hardships, and past hurts that threaten to make a reappearance.

Title is a song by Kirby (highly recommend)

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any trademarked characters from SWAT that I will use in this story. But I do own my OG characters.

This story starts up right after Luca bought his house in East Hollywood (Season 2 Episode 7(?)) and from this episode on, the storyline shifts from the TV show.

#dominique luca #luca x original character #swat cbs #swat #swat luca #swat street #swat chris #swat 2017 #luca x female character #dominique luca x original character

[fluentmoviequoter]

Cop Meet Cop

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader ; platonic Deacon Kay x reader

Summary: When your best friend, Deacon Kay, finds out that you're dating a cop, he wants to know everything. Introducing him to Tim Bradford is easier said than done.

Warnings: fluff! Tim's a little grumpy but we love him. cop show inception

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

Masterlist Directory | Tim Bradford Masterlist | S.W.A.T. Masterlist

Deacon yells your name before you even see him. S.W.A.T. HQ has become your home away from home, and your home away from Deacon’s home. As you walk in today, you’re greeted by Deacon’s excited greeting and a tight hug.

“It’s been too long,” Deacon says as he steps back.

“I saw you yesterday,” you remind him.

Deacon rolls his eyes before asking, “Is it wrong to miss my best friend?”

Your eyes widen as your smile grows, and Deacon regrets reminding you that you’re his best friend. You know, of course, he’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember, but you like hearing the acknowledgement in his own words.

“Adopted Kay,” Hondo greets when he sees you.

“Still funny,” you deadpan.

Since Hondo found out you and Deacon grew up next door to each other and have been inseparable since you could walk, he’s taken to referring to you as Deacon’s adopted sister, or his preferred sister from another mister. You don’t mind; Deacon is the best “brother” you’ve ever had (including any blood relatives you may or may not have).

“You ask her yet, Deac?” Hondo inquires.

“Ask me what?” you interject.

“The mayor is treating all of us and our families to dinner at La Boucherie,” Deacon explains. “You’re family, so I wanted to extend the invitation to you.”

“That’s thousands of dollars for that many people!”

“Why you should go when it’s free,” Hondo says with a smile and a shrug.

“When is it?” you ask Deacon.

“Next Friday,” he and Hondo answer.

You purse your lips as you think. Next Friday, you have plans with your boyfriend. The boyfriend that Deacon knows nothing about.

“I actually have a date next Friday,” you admit slowly. “Maybe we could reschedule.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Hondo interrupts, raising his hands toward you.

“A what?” Deacon yells.

“I was going to tell you,” you promise.

“This doesn’t seem like my business, so I’m gonna go,” Hondo says. He stops by your shoulder with his back to Deacon to whisper, “Fill me in later.”

You push him away before looking at Deacon. The apology in your eyes is enough to calm him, but innumerable questions are running through his mind.

“How long?” he asks first.

“A few months.” Deacon takes a deep breath, wondering why you didn’t tell him sooner. “How’d you meet?”

“It’s embarrassing,” you mumble.

“More embarrassing than when you fell off my bike because you weren’t tall enough to reach the pedals?”

“Why would you bring that up? Deacon, look, I trust you, don’t doubt that. I was worried that the relationship wouldn’t work out; he’s so different than anyone I have ever dated. If it fell apart after a few dates, I didn’t want to… push it on you or anything, I guess.”

“I am here for you, no matter what.”

“Thank you. We-“

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to interrogate you. My house after work.”

“Okay. Be careful today, Deac.”

“What’s his name?”

“Whose name?” you ask as you walk away.

Deacon grumbles as you round the corner. He has a lot of information to find out tonight, and he hopes you’re more forthcoming in private. It’s been a while since he scared away a guy who wasn’t good enough for you, and he hasn’t had to deal with Lila dating yet, but S.W.A.T. operations and defending your honor can’t be that different.

After you leave Deacon, your phone buzzes with a text from the man you were just talking about. You smile as you read the short message but turn down his invitation to hang out later. As you pass a police cruiser on your way to your car, you have an idea. Maybe asking your boyfriend to meet Deacon would make everything easier. Hopefully it ends differently than junior prom.

Your afternoon flies by in a storm of nervousness and excitement. If Deacon expresses any interest in meeting your boyfriend, you will jump on the opportunity. Although, you know it will take some convincing to get your boyfriend to agree. You’re imagining his reaction as you knock on Deacon’s door, lost in thought.

“Lose your key?” Deacon asks as he opens the door.

Annie waves from the kitchen, and you give her a quick hug. Deacon shakes his head at your blatant betrayal and favoritism, and Annie reminds him that she doesn’t bring up past embarrassments and injuries like Deacon does.

“That’s what friends do,” he argues.

“Best friends, right, Deac?” you ask, batting your lashes.

“Did she tell you about her boyfriend?” Deacon asks Annie.

“Boyfriend?! Since when?” Annie turns to you with wide eyes, and you glare at Deacon across the countertop.

“Start asking questions,” you say with a sigh.

“What’s his name?” Deacon repeats.

“How’d you meet?” Annie asks.

“Um, he’s a cop,” you explain. “And we met while he was on patrol.”

Deacon falls silent as he considers every cop he has ever met. You don’t know half of them, at the least, yet Deacon still runs through a mental list. His search for one worthy of your time or attention comes up empty. While he thinks, Annie continues asking you questions.

“No, he’s not on patrol anymore,” you say to Annie. It snaps Deacon out of his thoughts as he realizes he’s analyzing the wrong officers.

“If he’s not patrol,” Deacon begins before trailing off.

“Metro Sergeant,” you say softly.

“Metro. Metro?” Deacon repeats. “Not at our station.”

“What makes you so sure?” you challenge.

“Because I know you, and you wouldn’t go for any of them.”

“David,” Annie chides.

“No, he’s right,” you admit. “He works at a different station, in a different division. But, if you want to meet him, I can ask.”

“Of course, I want to meet him! You’re not giving me answers and I need to vet him.”

“You’re talking like a cop.”

“You’re dating a cop!”

“Look, Deacon, my boyfriend is… he can be hesitant and standoffish. I’ll ask, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll agree.”

“They’re both police officers, so at least they’ll have something to bond over other than you,” Annie whispers as Deacon leans against the counter.

“If I don’t like him,” Deacon begins.

“You don’t like anyone I date.”

“If I don’t like him or he’s not good enough for you, I will tell you.”

“I know. You care, even if you show it by bringing up the time I asked to hold your keys to feel more grown up.”

“That’s adorable,” Annie murmurs.

“Ask him, please,” Deacon requests. “And let me know what he says. As long as you’re happy, I’ll give him a chance.”

✯✯✯✯✯

After your conversation with Deacon and Annie, you try to find the perfect opportunity to ask Tim. If he says no, you’ll just tell Deacon the truth. But then Deacon will get suspicious and will try to… You close your eyes and take a deep breath to keep your thoughts from spiraling.

When you open your eyes, you blink quickly at the sight before you. Your boyfriend is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He raises his brows, and you know it’s his invitation for you to speak.

“Hi, Tim,” you say.

“No.”

You nod and interlace your fingers together before tapping your joined hands against your chin. Tim tilts his head to the side as he tries to decipher what is making you nervous.

“Do you want to come to my house for dinner this weekend?” you ask.

“Not until you tell me why.”

“Tim,” you groan. “Okay, just let me tell you all of it before you say no, okay?”

Tim nods once and you step closer to him.

“I want you to meet my best friend, and I thought having you both over for dinner would be the best chance to do that. He, um, my friend is a S.W.A.T. sergeant in the LAPD.”

“Is that all?” Tim asks.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think-“

“Look, he’s been my best friend for my entire life. We grew up next door to each other and have stayed friends for all these years, so he means a lot to me. And I know you’ve met a ton of S.W.A.T. officers and some of them are really stuck up, but you haven’t met him. Please just think about meeting my friend, not another cop, before you decide.”

Your plea was intended to convince Tim, but it only makes him more hesitant. His concerns don’t come from your friend being in law enforcement, but from the idea that it is a man who knows you and what you deserve very well. Probably knows you better than Tim does. Plus, Tim is not a fan of socializing and making more friends, for the most part.

“If you don’t want to, I get it,” you add.

It only takes another moment for you to wear Tim down; you murmur, “Please?”

“Fine. Tell me when,” he agrees with a sigh.

You bounce in place before throwing your arms over Tim’s shoulders to hug him. He sighs again before pulling you close and kissing your forehead.

“I promise it will be fun,” you say.

Tim raises his brows, and you take it as a challenge.

✯✯✯✯✯

On the day of your dinner with Tim and Deacon, you spend the day at home. You clean, cook, and do anything else you can think of to keep your mind off how the evening could go wrong. Being nervous that they won’t get along isn’t a completely unfounded idea, but you don’t know why it is bothering you. As dinner is nearing completion, someone opens your door, and because both men have keys, you’re not sure who it is until Deacon says your name.

“Kitchen,” you call.

Deacon steps in with a dish in his hands. He sets it down and you recognize it as Annie’s baking and your favorite dessert.

“Oh, thank you! And thank Annie!” you say before hugging Deacon.

“Sorry I’m early, I got off work after a call and wanted to see if you need any help,” he explains.

“No apologies necessary. If you can check the pot on the stove, I’m going to grab something from the pantry, and I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.”

When you return, Deacon is looking at you with a smile.

“What?” you ask, running your hands over your outfit to remove any nonexistent wrinkles.

“I know you said I’ve never met the boyfriend, but are you sure?” Deacon asks.

You don’t have a chance to answer before someone knocks. Tim usually lets himself in, but you’re sure the sight of another car parked outside is what deterred him. As you walk to the door, you take a deep breath and hope for a nice evening.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Hey,” Tim replies with a smile. “These are for you.”

He passes you a bouquet of flowers wrapped in cellophane and a gift bag before he closes the door behind him. You run a finger over one of the petals and smile.

“What is this?” you ask while looking at the bag. “A bribe?”

Tim’s lips quirk up as he murmurs, “Something like that.”

“Alright, uh, come on in.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Tim whispers.

He lays a hand on your back, and it helps to calm your nerves, at least until you see Deacon standing by the table and watching you.

“Deacon, this is my boyfriend, Tim Bradford. Tim, this is my best friend, Deacon Kay,” you introduce.

Tim removes his hand from your back to shake Deacon’s hand, and you watch them nervously. You invite them to take seats and you move into the kitchen to gather a few items. The quiet is unsettling, and you need to do something to eliminate the awkwardness.

“Deacon asked how we met,” you say as you lower into the chair between them. “I was out walking one night, and this guy was following me. After making a bunch of random turns and going in a circle, he was still behind me, so I called the police. Tim was the responding officer.”

“Who was the guy?” Deacon asks.

You look at Tim, who shakes his head before answering, “He and his teenage daughter live around here and were out for a walk together. He was distracted looking at his phone and answering work emails and ended up following the wrong woman around the neighborhood.”

Deacon shakes his head and smiles. “I tell her all the time that her youthful good looks are going to get her in trouble.”

“Oh, no, it gets better,” Tim continues. “When he did see her while we were questioning him, he asked her out!”

Deacon tilts his head back and laughs, while Tim chuckles, and though it’s at your expense, you’re glad they’re able to laugh about something together. You notice Tim glance between you and Deacon a few times; unknown to you, he’s wondering if you ever had a thing for your neighbor and best friend, Deacon.

“I’m glad the most frightening event of my life is so humorous,” you joke.

“Hey, that’s not even the weirdest call I had that month,” Tim offers.

“It’s not just me, right?” Deacon asks. “People are getting crazier?”

“Oh, absolutely. My last boot and I got called to a psychic studio in Hollywood, and the girl admitted she was making stuff up, but revealed the location of a missing person. She was more concerned with the condition of her $900 crystal ball and flirting with me though.”

“Hollywood calls are always more interesting,” Deacon agrees. “We raided an illegal poker club and everyone inside was dressed as assassinated presidents and their widows. Bloody clothes and all.”

“Oh, that beats anything I’ve got,” Tim concedes. “Metro doesn’t get as many calls as patrol cops, but I know they’re going to be good.”

You lean back in your seat and smile, glad to see the most important men in your life getting along. They start talking about how anyone will flirt with cops to get out of trouble, and you chuckle at their excited discussion of the weirdest things people have said.

“Luckily, your friend over here didn’t flirt with me until after,” Tim says. He winks at you as you roll your eyes.

“You asked me out,” you remind him.

“Not my fault you’re cute,” Tim murmurs.

“Oh, you think she’s cute when she’s being followed. Have you seen her when she-“

You cover your ears and look down, regretting bringing them into your house at the same time. Deacon reminding you of your worst moments is one thing, but telling your boyfriend is different. They’re both lucky you love them. Tim wraps his fingers around your arm to pull your hand away from your hand, while Deacon does the same with the other.

“All good things,” Deacon promises.

“I’m going to tell Annie that you’re being mean to me,” you threaten. Tim fails to conceal his smile, and you add, “And Angela.”

“I’m not apologizing,” Tim responds.

“Doesn’t do much good anyway,” Deacon adds.

“Why did I agree to this?” you ask yourself.

“Because you thought we could bond over being cops. You were wrong, we’re going to bond over you.”

“Careful,” Tim warns. “She won’t invite you to the wedding.”

You look up quickly, your eyes wide as they search Tim’s face. He and Deacon begin laughing at your reaction, and you stand silently before walking to the kitchen. Annie’s dessert will be your only source of comfort it seems; more so when Deacon and Tim walk in with half-hearted apologies. You love them, you remind yourself. When Deacon hugs you before leaving, and Tim pulls you into a kiss after, you forget all about the previous teasing.

“Wait,” you say, pushing Tim back. “What’s in the bag?”

“It’s a picture of Kojo. A failsafe apology if dinner didn’t go well.”

You smile before kissing Tim again. Everyone knows that this dinner wasn’t the last, and when you get a text from Annie asking how it went, you invite her to the next one.

#hanna writes✯ #tim bradford x reader #deacon kay fluff #tim bradford x y/n #tim bradford x you #tim bradford x fem!reader #deacon kay #tim bradford the rookie #david deacon kay #tim bradford fic #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford #requests #fem!reader #the rookie abc #swat cbs

[jjtheresidentbaby]

CG!deacon x Little!tan

Tan collects any small object possible

🏡

Rocks | Deacon Kay x Victor Tan

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

~

“Whatcha got there bud?” Deacon questions as him and Tan walk down the nature trail they’ve been to at least ten times but it’s Victors favorite.

“Rocks! Gots to take them home!” Tan excitedly shows the arm full of little stones he’s carrying, Deacons pockets are already filled to the brim so Tan has to carry any more he wants.

“You don’t think we have enough?” David has had to start a rock garden around his house with how many Victor insists on taking with him anywhere they go.

“Nuh-uh! They’re too pretty to leave!” Deacon nods with a sigh. He knew it wouldn’t work but he wishes he could at least get some of the rocks back to the ground.

“Alright buddy, let’s go home before you start trying to pick up boulders.” Tan, thankfully, drops a few of his precious rocks to hold onto Deacons hand so they can make their way back to the car.

#jj writes #swat agere #caregiver!deacon #little!tan #deacon x tan #victor tan #deacon kay #🏡 anon

[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

if u wanna do this and haven’t already i thought it was p fun!!

fanworks creators self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fanworks you’ve made, then pass on to at least five other creators💗

Hehe this is fun!

You Used to Call Me (Dominique Luca smut)

I love this one, I still stand by this is my magnum opus, it’s my baby

Confessions of a Drunk Catholic (Deacon Kay fluff)

Another one I love. It’s got fluff, it’s got age gap, it’s for birthday drinking, it’s got making out

Rain fall (Matt Casey smut)

I was so excited for this one to go up because I was so proud of it and then it made me want to delete it because it got no interaction 😩

Frustrated (Adrian Chase smut)

This isn’t a full fic but it was something that worked it’s way into my brain late at night and I had to write it. It’s not edited or thought through but I love it

Skates of Truth (Steve Harrington Fluff)

I just love dopey Steve being all self conscious and cute 🥺

#Jill gets asks #Jill and gill #ask games #self recs #i love this idea 😩

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Helloo - I have come forth to see if you write for S.W.A.T and therefore wouldn't mind if I requested a little Luca? If you're cool; I was thinking a Luca x fem/reader where Luca is staying at reader's, because he's been jumping between the guys' for quite a few months, and they're playing a rather competitive game on her console, when she gets a call from her friend. She has it on loudspeaker and it's basically a friend talking about how a date went, and then the friend is like, "so any updates on that Luca guy you have a crush on" and it's like, "Jesus fuck" scramble to hang up, loses the game and then either smut or fluff? I hope that didn't get too chaotic of an ask towards the end there. I apologise if so.

Slip Ups

Pairing: Dominique Luca x Reader

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

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“Oh you are so going down Luca!”

Luca and I were sprawled out on my sofa playing a game on my console and he just cheated his way past me like he always does

“I’d like to see you try princess”

It’s been weeks since he’s been crashing at my place since he left Jim’s and it’s been nothing short of eventful. He’s an awesome housemate, he cleans up after himself, contributes to the chores in and around the house and he’s great company. Plus I may have a crush on him, that’s one thing I hope he never discovers

My phone lit up on the coffee table with my friend’s face and I immediately answered it putting the call on speaker

“Hey, what’s up?” she started going on about her date with the guy she matched with on Tinder and how he was a total gentleman and not a creep like the last one

“Glad you had fun”

“Soooooo” her tone changed and I was too busy to care until

“How’s your crush on Luca going, I know he’s-”

“Fuck bye!” scrambling I ended the call, heart pounding in my chest because he heard everything she just said. The game was long forgotten as I went to the kitchen to get something to drink

How the hell was I going to face him now?

“Ah!” shutting the refrigerator I almost had a heart attack as Luca stood there with a smug look on his face

“I won”

“Good for you” breaking the seal of my water bottle I took a swig as I tried to move past him but he stuck his hand out, blocking me

“And you like me”

“Like is a very strong word”

“Your friend sold you out” I don’t know how long we stood there at each other before I finally caved

“Yes Luca, I do like you” triumphant he pulled me closer to him, one hand on my hip and the other cupped my cheek

“Good because I like you too” pushing myself up on my toes I met him halfway as he closed the gap between us in a sweet kiss

#dominique luca #dominique luca imagine #dominique luca x reader #dominique luca fluff #swat imagine #swat cbs #victor tan x oc #victor tan smut #victor tan x reader #deacon kay x ofc #deaconkayimagine #deacon kay imagine #jim street x reader #jim street imagine

[solesommerso]

can i request a hondo/deacon oneshot where theyre dating in secret and hondo absentmindedly kisses deac goodbye at the end of a shift and leaves deac to deal with his ridiculous blush and curious children coworkers on his own

god that was long-winded

ty ♥️

Blush | Deacon Kay x Hondo Harrelson

a/n: stoppp this is so cute

genre: fluff, romance

~

“Okay I’ll see you at home after this meeting closes up.” Hondo leans to press a kiss to Deacons cheek, basking in his partners blush before walking to his truck.

The meeting won’t take terribly long, maybe an hour or more after Deacon gets off shift but it’s a task Hondos been dreading so David made sure to give Hondo some extra comfort today. He was going to just head inside and check in with the team about how the case is progressing but stops at all four of them standing wide eyed a few feet away.

“You guys alright?” Deacon only gets a giggle from Chris and Luca while Tan hands some money over to Street, about what is unclear.

“Guys?” Before Deacon can try to question more he’s engulfed in a huge bear hug by Luca.

“I knew it! I told you Hondos been blushing more around him.” Deacons brows furrow listening to Street explain to a groaning Tan.

“Deac you coulda just said that you and Hondo started dating.” Oh. Oh shit they totally saw that whole thing didn’t they.

“Uh- ha ha- whatttt-.” His lying skills are falling him as Luca sets him back on the ground with a quirked brow.

“You’re an awful liar, we saw him kiss you.” Chris teases a finger at Deacons shoulder with a grin.

“Okay well keep it down, we don’t need all of Hq knowing just yet.” The four nod along.

“Yet? So eventually we can freak out with everyone?” Deacon huffs at Luca.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Hm I think it is.” Actual children.

#writing #dk #hh #deacon x hondo #deacon kay #daniel hondo harrelson