#swat fanfic

[castle-of-ruin]

A/N: Hi! So, this story has been in the works forever. I've always wanted to write for Deacon. I've always wanted to write Bodyguard!Deacon specifically. It's something I've thought about from the very beginning of my journey with Swat. I find it important to clarify that this is an au. The events that take place in this story are completely and utterly my own. They are made up and not true. I hope that, as readers, you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Bodyguard!Deacon x f!Reader

Reminder: This is a bodyguard au. It in no way relates to the actual plot of Swat.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, violence, death threats. There are no explicit descriptions of the readers' body type or other features. Brief use of the word 'her', reader is not named, and there is no use of y/n. Mutual pining, use of the word sweetheart.

Other characters: Jim Street, Dominique Luca, Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson

Word Count - 3.2k

Author's Note 2: If I forgot any content warnings please let me know. Once again I hope anyone who reads this story enjoys you. Feedback, reblogs, comments, likes are all welcome and much appreciated. I'm really putting myself out there by posting this story. It's personal and something I'm so passionate about. Happy Reading!!

Disclaimer: I do not condone people taking my work and reposting it as their own. Do not steal my work.

Adding some visual inspiration for the people who care💕

In the Beginning 

When you first began working with criminals, you never expected your life to be threatened. Sure, there were risks of taking a job like this, but all you were asked to do was to determine whether or not a person was classified as fit to go to trial. That meant oftentimes you had to postpone hearings and trials due to a person's mental capacity. 

You understood how upsetting it could be and you understood why people would blame you for justice not being brought forward. It was easy to empathize with those people, but it didn't mean your life needed to be in danger. 

The first night your life was threatened you were just getting home from a grueling day in the office. Your feet ached and your stomach grumbled. Upon your arrival home you found a note taped to your front door. You tilted your head inspecting the letter before you ripped it off the door. Bile rose in your throat as you read the letter. 

I will kill you for what you've done 

The note was scribbled haphazardly and hardly legible, but you were well aware of what it said. Never in your four years of working had you needed to go to the cops. People you'd worked with time and time again. 

The Los Angeles Police Department was unhelpful when it came to answering your pleas. It wasn't until you went to your childhood friend Jim Street that you were finally heard. 

You hadn't seen Jim in over 3 years. After he left for swat the two of you hadn't had much time to get together anymore. You spoke occasionally, but had no time to really see each other anymore. 

When you showed up at his door he was surprised to see you. The greeting was cut short, you were rushed and scared. As you explained everything to Jim, Luca, Jim's roommate and coworker listened carefully. He was actively trying to think of a way to get you helped out. 

"What about Deac's security business?" He piped in. 

The two of them looked at one another.

They spoke briefly to one another about their old coworker. Explaining to you how Deacon departed from SWAT and took up doing security details full time. You nodded as you listened to them. It wasn't a bad idea, but you didn't know how long it would be before something would take place. 

As if they heard you in your head they had already made the phone call. Luca spoke briefly with someone on the phone, you assumed it was Deacon. Jim smiled softly at you, trying his best to give you some kind of comfort. 

You stayed with Jim and Luca while you waited for Deacon to arrive. You felt safe with them and you took advantage of the opportunity to rest. With eyes closed you lulled to sleep for the first time in days. 

Your slumber was rudely interrupted by a warm hand on your shoulder. The action made you jump, and your eyes searched for the culprit. Jim smiled at you sheepishly, apologizing with his eyes more so than with words. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He told you. 

"It's okay, just, jumpy is all." He nodded his head in understanding. 

"He's here." Jim stated. 

You got up and followed Jim out of the den and back into the living room. Luca talked to another man, you assumed it was Deacon. 

Luca turned when he saw you come into the room. His face lit up, he had already accepted you as one of his people. 

"Hey Deac, this is her." He patted the man on the shoulder and he turned to face you and Jim. 

You hadn't paid him much attention before he turned, but you were shocked to say the least. He was a surprisingly handsome man, and it made your heart pound in your chest. 

In the few seconds before Luca introduced the two of you, you allowed your eyes to trace over him. The hair on his head was mostly gray aside from the occasional dark strand here and there, his beard joined in the majority of gray. The black t-shirt he wore hid no ounce of his muscled form. You wondered if he wore a shirt two sizes too small on purpose.

A clearing of a throat disturbed your thoughts. You blinked rapidly and pulled your eyes away from Deacon. Luca introduced the two of you and you shook Deacon's hand. Heat creeped up your neck as he stared down at you, with a soft smile. 

The smile slowly faded and he crossed his arms over his chest becoming serious. 

"Luca tells me you need some protection? Care to explain the story to me a little bit?" He asked. 

You nodded, and took a seat on Luca and Jim's couch. You explained the story to him as thoroughly as you could. Jim grabbed your shoulder in comfort a couple of times when the emotions overwhelmed you. 

"This isn't the usual detail my team and I take on, but you're a friend of a friend. I'll make sure you're safe. I'll work on this personally." He nodded to you and to Jim. 

Tears welled in your eyes. 

"Thank you Deacon." He smiled and nodded again. 

"Of course. Now, first things first. You need a safe house of some sort while I work with my team to track down the people after you. Is there somewhere you can think of that won't be public knowledge?" He asked you. 

You thought about it for a moment before you nodded. 

"I do.”

Present 

The cabin air was frigid as you made your way back inside. Placing the firewood in its rightful place you take a piece and set it on the fire. Rubbing your hands together you enjoy the warmth seeping into your skin. A car pulling into the driveway draws your attention away from the fire. 

Getting up you make your way to the window on high alert. Your guard falls when you spot Deacon getting out of his car. You watch as he scans the area before coming to the front door. He knocks twice on the door and you go over to it to open it. 

When he enters he hands you the bag in his hand. 

"What's this?" You ask. 

Deacon smiles softly, "Dessert." He states and you peer inside. 

Your smile widens upon seeing apple pie and vanilla ice cream in the bag. 

"Damn, Deacon, I'm surprised you got something so unhealthy." You laugh. 

He shakes his head, "I eat ice cream." 

"Doesn't look like it." You mutter to yourself. 

"What did you say?" He asks. 

"Nothing. Ignore me." You shake your head. 

Taking the bag into the kitchen you unload everything into the freezer.  You notice dishes still left over from this morning in the sink and go over to wash them. Under the running water your thoughts drift over the past 2 months. 

It felt like nothing was happening. You felt stuck, and frozen. Like a prisoner with nowhere else to go. This was meant to be for your own protection, but being stuck in your family's old cabin in the woods was driving you to madness. Plus, being stuck here with Deacon, alone for all hours of the day was testing every amount of strength and willpower you have. Which was just about none when it came to the older man. 

Since the beginning of month 2 things have felt different between the two of you. In month one Deacon wouldn't even sit on the same couch as you. He always sat in the chair furthest from you at the small table in the dining room, and he never looked at you for a moment more than necessary. 

Now, something was different.

He sits next to you on the couch and actually joins you when you watch tv. Now, he doesn't hide his lingering gaze, nor does he sit in the chair furthest from you when you eat. The subtle changes in his behavior drove you mad. 

From the very beginning you were heavily attracted to him. Now, even more so. 

"Hey," Deacon's voice draws you from your thoughts. 

"You okay?" He asks. Coming forward and leaning against the counter. 

Your eyes are drawn to the way his arms bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest. You gulp and look away. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

He chuckles and leans forward, your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him. He switches the water off and leans back against the counter. You let out a breath and close your eyes. 

"You were washing the same dish for 10 minutes. Obviously something is wrong." He states. 

"10 minutes?" You ask and he nods. 

You let out a deep sigh and grip the edge of the sink. Tears well in your eyes and you decide not to hold them back any longer. You let yourself cry and put your head in your hands as you lean on the sink. Deacon touches your back and you allow yourself to lean into it. He rubs soothing circles on your back and allows you to cry. 

After a while you sniffle and wipe your face. 

"I'm sorry." You wipe at your eyes and look over at him. 

His smile is sad as he looks at you. Deacon swipes a stray tear from your cheeks and cups your face in his hand. He leans in as if he's going to kiss you but, then the moment is broken when something clicks in his head and he pulls away clearing his throat. 

"Don't be sorry. I'm gonna go contact my team. See if there's any updates." With that he exits the kitchen. 

Fuck. You think to yourself.

For the rest of the day Deacon avoided you like the plague. It made you feel even worse than you already did. Loneliness pangs in your chest as you sit on the couch and aimlessly scroll through the channels. 

Deacon busts into the room and you jump. 

"We have to go now." He states, throwing your jacket at you. 

Jumping to your feet you throw the jacket on and follow Deacon to the back of the cabin. You grip his jacket tightly in your hand trying to stay close to him. He turns and looks at you, pressing one of his fingers to his lips. 

He opens the door quietly and inches out slowly. Deacon grasps your hand in his and drags you out into the woods. The two of you run for a while before he stops. 

"You see that ridge up there?" He asks pointing. 

"Yes," You pause looking at him. 

"Go. Get up there and hide. Don't come out until I come get you." He instructs. 

You grip his arm. "Deacon, what if you don't come back?" 

He grips his phone in his back pocket and places it in your hands. 

"Call, Street. Tell him where we are. Tell him to send the team." He states. 

You nod, with tear filled eyes, and trembling lips. Releasing his hand you take off up the hill and hide. Pulling Deacons phone out of your pocket you dial Jim. 

"Hey Deac," 

"Jim, it's me. Deacon told me to tell you to send the team. Hurry Jim. I'm scared." You sob. 

"Where are you?" He rushes out. 

"Near the Oregon border." You stutter out. 

"Keep the line open, we're tracking Deac's phone." You nod, but he can't see you. 

Gunshots could be heard in the distance. Tears fall freely now, rolling down your cheeks. 

"Got it, we're on the way. Stay hidden." He urges and the line goes dead. 

You pull your knees as close to your body as you can trying to hide away in the dark nook. The gunshots fade in the distance and your heart races faster. Every part of you wants to run and see if Deacon was okay, but you listened and stayed put.

After what felt like forever a helicopter could be heard overhead. Staying in your hiding spot you close your eyes and hope they make it to you soon. You were freezing. 

After a few more minutes you could hear voices and footsteps. Some shouting out how many people were dead, others asking where Deacon was. You heard Jim's voice in the distance calling for you. Now you got up from your hiding spot and went tumbling down the hill. You ran as fast as you could back in the direction of the cabin. 

"Jim!" You yell his name when you finally see him. 

He comes running towards you and you slam into him. Hugging him tightly, tears once again falling freely. His hand goes to the back of your head as he holds you close. 

When you pull away you search his eyes seeing if they hold anything. 

"Where's Deacon?" You ask. 

There it was. Jim averts his eyes from you for a brief moment. Something the normal eye would never pick up. You grip his arm tightly. 

"Jim please, tell me." You beg.

"He's alive, but he's been shot. Plus some other injuries. He wasn't conscious when we wheeled him out of here." He tells you truthfully. 

Your shoulders sag. "Is he going to be okay?" You ask. 

"We don't know yet. Come on, let's get you out of here." Jim wraps his arm around you. 

"But, it's not safe." You stop. 

"It is now. Has he not told you?" Jim asks. 

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?" 

"Deacon, and his team were able to locate the men who threatened your life. He had me, Hondo and the rest of the team go in and take them down." He pauses for a moment. 

"Some got away. They had found your location and we couldn't get to them before they left. We were just barely able to warn Deacon before they showed up." He finishes. 

You haven't cried this much since your childhood pet died when you were 16. A part of you died that day with him. Now, here you were crying over a man you may never get to see again because he too might be dead.

Jim leads you to the helicopter and helps you get in the seat before doing so himself. You watch the land below get smaller and darker the higher into the air you go. Jim grabs your hand and squeezes it for a moment. You know it was him trying to comfort you. Jim had never been good at that. 

Being able to go back to your home felt wrong. It was crazy to think that two months living in the unknown would change your entire view on your life. You desperately want to go to the hospital to see Deacon. Make sure he's okay for yourself, or see for yourself he's not okay. 

Jim agrees to take you to the hospital. Upon arrival you notice how many people were there for Deacon. He was held in high regard amongst his former teammates. It was a sight to see. 

Someone calls your name and you look in the direction of the voice. The man you knew as Hondo approaches you. 

"We've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you." He tells you with a genuine smile. 

You nod, unable to form words of any kind. Your throat was sore and scratchy. Making it feel impossible to speak at the moment. You need water. Once again reading your mind, Jim appears with a bottle of water in hand. You smile thankfully at him. 

"Thanks." You croak out.

You find a seat and wait with the rest of the people in the waiting room. The hours tick by as all of you wait for an update on Deacon. 

Three hours after you get to the hospital a doctor comes out of the OR doors. Everyone stands, and the doctor's eyes widen. 

"Are all of you here for Mr. Kay?" He asks. 

Everyone nods. The doctor takes his glasses off and wipes them before adjusting them to his face once more. 

"He's going to be fine. Recovery will suck, but he will recover. Gunshot wound, cracked ribs, fractured arm, the list goes on. It's a good thing he has all of you." He nods. 

"Can we see him?" Your quiet voice pokes through the crowd. 

"It's after visiting hours, but I can allow one of you back." He states.

You expect someone to go back and see him, but when no one does you step forward. Jim nods at you. You found it odd the people who have known Deacon the longest would allow someone who's only known him for two months be with him while in this position. 

The doctor nods and gestures for you to follow him. He leads you down the hall of hospital rooms and stops when he reaches Deacon's door. 

"I'll have them bring in some blankets and pillows. If you don't plan to stay, let me know." He states. 

"No, I'm staying." He nods and leaves. 

You examine the small hospital room. The monitor beeps to the rhythm of Deacon's heart. This is the first time you've seen him in over 5 hours. You weren't sure if you ever would. 

Taking him in you frown at the sight of him. A bandage on his left cheekbone, busted lip, a splint on his right arm. He was a mess, all because he was protecting you. 

You pull the chair over to him and sit down beside him. 

"Damn you, Deacon." You whisper. 

You grab his open hand into your own, looping your thumb around his. He didn't close his hand around yours, but that didn't matter. Feeling his pulse thump in his wrist was enough. You lean your head down and place it on the bed, closing your eyes. Allowing yourself to take in his warmth. Meaning he was very much alive. 

A nurse enters the room and gives you a soft smile before setting up the small bed in the corner of the room. You silently thank her. Your eyes snap to Deacon when you feel his fingers wrap about your hand. 

His eyes are just barely open as he looks at you. 

"I'm sorry." He croaks out. 

"Sorry? Why are you sorry." You raise your eyebrows at him. 

"Scaring you." 

"Deac, you saved my life. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I'm the reason you almost died." You grip his hand tighter. 

He laughs, then groans in pain. 

"It was my job sweetheart. You don't have to apologize either." He reassures you.

"I guess we both need to stop apologizing." You laugh out. 

"I guess so." He gives a small smile. 

You rub his arm softly and he watches you do so. 

"You should get some rest." You tell him as you stand up. 

He watches as you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Your breath catches in your throat as you linger a moment longer contemplating things in your head. His beard scratches your cheek as you loop your arm around his neck in an awkward hug. 

"I'll be right here if you need me." You tell him. 

He nods. Flicking the light in the hospital room off you make your way to the small bed in the corner and try to sleep. 

"Goodnight Deac." 

"Goodnight Sweetheart.”

Tagging a few who may want to read it : @obiknights @chelseasdagger @streakyglasses

A big big thank you to @spnshortcake for encouraging me to post this. I'm grateful for you. Thank you love ❤️.

#oaks writing #deacon x reader #david “deacon” kay #swat fanfic

[streakyglasses]

darling, you're the one i want

He’s on one knee, hands stretched out to her with a box, and he’s looking at her like hers is the only face he ever wants to see.

A mini-series of different proposal possibilities, inspired by 7x05.

Read on ao3 or ffn, or under the cut

The California sun beats down on Street and Chris as they reach the peak of Solstice Canyon, not yet as hot as it will be, but hot enough. Water from the different falls that once provided a cool reprieve on their neck and wrists has long dried and been replaced with sweat and the grit of dirt. 

Chris looks as beautiful as ever to Street. Despite her being in front, her hand reached back for his at the start of the trail and she hasn’t let go except when she’s had to, to get over the rocky terrain. Her tan skin glows, and the tattoos over her arms and back, the newest addition of a small ‘26’ just above her wrist bone, are like a map to the future. Every time she glances back to make sure he’s still with her, the gold flecks in her eyes grow. He wants to live in them. 

“You good?” She asks with a laugh as they finally reach the overlook. Wiping his brow with his freehand and chugging down water, he nods. 

“Perfect.” Street confirms, hands on his knees. “You do this every Saturday morning?” 

“Pretty much. First with Champ, then it was a nice change from the intensity of SWAT. I’m glad you finally got out here with me.”

“Me too,” he smiles, his heart rate coming down from the hike so he can appreciate the never-ending view of lush greens and blue sky. There’s a boulder to the side that Chris props herself on to take it all in. He slides off his backpack, eyeing the front pocket as his pulse picks up again, then takes a deep breath and joins her. She leans into him when he wraps his arm around her shoulder. 

“This is beautiful,” Street murmurs, eyes locked on Chris. She rolls hers but is betrayed by the soft pink blush that paints over her cheeks. Sitting in the silence with nothing but the gentle breeze and sound of the other’s breathing, she finds his free hand and squeezes it. 

They sit in the moment until a speck of sand gets caught in her throat and she takes her hand back to cover her cough. Rubbing easy circles on her back, Street leans over and grabs his water bottle to hand to her, his backpack coming with it. 

“Ugh, thank you,” Chris says, turning to the side to finish clearing her throat. 

Certain this might be his only opportunity, Street feels the world stop around him. The air stills, the rustling of the leaves stops, and the only thing he’s aware of is his own heartbeat, Chris next to him, and the box in his backpack. Fingers moving of their own volition, he gets the front pocket unzipped and closes his hand around the small blue box. 

His blood rushes in his ears as his knee hits the hard, dusty ground, and he dries his palms on his shorts before getting a good hold on the box and opening it. The semicircle of diamonds sparkles in the high sunlight and the gold half shines with a bright reflection of whatever catches it. He sees his hands shaking ever so slightly but makes no effort to still them. His pupils dilate the longer he waits for her to turn around. 

After coughing for what feels like an eternity, Chris opens the water bottle and finishes it. Her eyes close as she relishes how it slows her back down and cuts through the heat. Shaking off the last of the attack, she wipes her eyes and the water on her chin, and turns to give Street the bottle back. 

“Than—”

“Will you marry me?” 

Chris freezes. Street’s voice hits her, but the words don’t process as she takes in the scene in front of her. He’s on one knee, hands stretched out to her with a box, and he’s looking at her like hers is the only face he ever wants to see. She knows her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are wide, stunned to silence in a way she’s never been before. Slowly, the steadiness of her heart beat resonates through the rest of her as it all clicks into place how right this feels. 

Her eyes trace back up his face, his bottom lip now between his teeth as the nerves that were a spark before grow into a wild blaze. He wants to tell her to say something, or to repeat himself in case she didn’t hear him, but he doesn’t have to as she stands and takes a step towards him, pushed on by some innate knowing, reaching out until their hands brush. It sends the same kind of want through him that it did on the first day they met. 

“Yes,” Chris says, bringing the world back to its axis for both of them. A bird squawks, and she brings a hand up to block her eyes from the sun as he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto her left ring finger. Her hand takes his before he can drop it as he tucks the box back into his shorts pocket. Standing, Street lets every sensation from the smell of the breeze to the itchiness of tiny gravel stuck in his knee sink in, not wanting to forget a thing. 

With her hand, he pulls her in easily and wraps his arms around her back, meeting their lips as her feet leave the ground. She laughs against his lips until he sets her down. Pulling back, arms loose around his neck, she matches his wide smile and gazes at the ring over his shoulder. 

“I love you,” she repeats as their eyes meet again. Street manages to smile even bigger as his heart slows back down and all the tension drains from his body. 

“I love you so much.” 

He kisses her again and then a third time, Chris just as eager. She brings her newly-adorned hand to cradle his face as he deepens the kiss and moans. 

They’re breathless when they part, and tears rush to Street’s eyes when he sees the ones lining her lash line. She hugs him as close as she physically can and nuzzles into his neck. His heart is beating like a drum in his chest, strong and steady. 

“That’s why you agreed to hike with me?” Chris teases, needing a lightness to cut through the moment and recenter them. His dimples get deeper and he brushes his thumb over her cheekbone, any air of his usual cockiness traded for pure emotion. 

“It is.” He chuckles softly. “It’s special to you, now it’s special to us.” 

Street looking out over the horizon once more, she keeps her gaze locked on his profile. 

“Got a hell of a view.” She murmurs, her breath hot on his skin. A shiver runs through him, and he turns back to her, stepping behind her so he can wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her cheek. His chin finds her shoulder, and he grins.

“Got a hell of a girl, too.”

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[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Omg I just accidently found your blog and I'm so freaking happy, cause there are not enough writer who writes for Deacon 😭 unfortunately I'm super obsessed with him, with an unhealthy amount of fic ideas in my brain xD so I give it a try and send you one of those, hopefully jot annoying you with this (or with my shitty English, it's not my first language, so I'm sorry).

Well buckle up for my request:

Reader is a new Swat member and instantly everybody loves her, with her bubbly friendly self. She's bonding great with her teammates and especially her and Deacon grow super close (they develop feelings for each other but don't want to tell the each other afraid to ruin their friendship, so their feelings stay hidden). When one day a case goes sideways and it leaves her injured (maybe a concussion or something like that) Deacon blames himself for her injury and the next days he distances himself from her, cause he thinks that it is unhealthy for him to have such deep feelings for her and him constantly worrying for her wellbeing. She notices his change of behavior and she's super sad. He starts to being unfriendly to her and being a little bit of an ass?! Even alerting the other members with his behavior. The whole situation is taking a toll on her and she is starting to effecting not only her poor heart but also her health. (so maybe she falls sick, but keep it from her teammates especially Deacon, cause she thinks that after her injury during a case he thinks of her as not capable or something like that). That is until one day she doesn't show up to work which very uncommon for her, cause she's always on time and the first one at the station. They're all worrried and Hondo tells Deacon that he has to drive to her apartment. Well he tries to refuse and send Stress but Hondo insists, so Deacon drives to her apartment. He finds her suffering from a very high fever..... So maybe with a happy ending like Deacon regrets his shitty behavior, she instantly cries when she recognizes him in her feverish state, asking him why he hates her suddenly, which is now breaking his heart. He cares for her and nurses her back to health, or at first tries to bring her fever down. Later he confesses why he was an asshole.

Soooorry it's so long. There's so pressure for you to write this. Maybe you just want to use some ideas? Well I would be so happy.

Please take care lovely

Here you go, hope you enjoy!

“Nice!” Luca exclaimed as the team watched you send rounds down range from your firearm.

With the increase in officer related shootings, LAPD had decided to provide each team a SWAT medic and you were the newest member of 20 squad. 

“Who knew girls can shoot?” You heard Deacon asked. You turned to playfully scowl at him and noticed him wink at you. 

“Better watch it, Kay, or I’ll show you just how good I really am.” 

You had been a part of the team for just over two months and they were the best guys you had ever worked with in your career. You truly became a part of their family – you had their backs and they had yours. There was one that was different though. 

David Kay. 

You had noticed him watching you on more than one occasion, stealing winks from you, sharing small, flirtatious smiles. You weren’t sure if your attraction to him was mutual or not, but if you had to guess, you would say yes. However, you didn’t want to complicate anything by dating one of your teammates and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had developed with Deacon. You assumed Deacon adopted the same mindset because he never brought it up either. 

However, that didn’t mean your flirting with each other fell on blind eyes. 

The entire team noticed it and often gave you both shit over it. 

You both were in the middle of denying another teasing round of friends with benefits accusations from your teammates when you were dispatched to a school shooting. 

The mood immediately sobered up as all of you put on your gear and grabbed your bags and firearms. The ride to the school in Black Betty was quiet minus updates from Hondo. 

“Stay liquid, guys,” He told the team as you pulled up on scene. 

There were multiple reports of injured children inside of the school. 

This call was all yours. 

It was going to be your job to go inside and assess each injured child to see how critically injured they were. It was your team’s job to protect you while you did that. You were going in without any knowledge of where the shooter was, but you knew if you had children, you would want someone to go in and save your baby. You swallowed your fear and prepared to do your job. 

You got out of the armored truck and took your spot in the middle of your team. You slowed your breathing down to get your heart rate under control and keep your emotions in check. 

Deacon made sure that he stayed close to you as you entered the school. He knew his teammates would have your back too, but he felt… differently about you. He cared about you a lot. He had quickly fallen for your smile and your personality. You didn’t let the team’s banter intimidate you one bit from the start. You were quick and witty with your playfulness with them. You were smart as hell when it came to medicine and you had proven to be a solid member of the SWAT team in training exercises and on calls you had run together. He wanted so badly to ask you out to dinner, but he wasn’t willing to change the dynamic of the team by adding a relationship to the mix. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be protective over you – whether you noticed it or not. 

That was why Deacon had taken it so personally when you were knelt down, applying a tourniquet to a fourth-grade student’s leg and got shot by the hidden gunman. His team covered him while he immediately turned to you to make sure you were okay. The round had struck your vest, but you knew it had broken ribs. The pain you felt in your side was unmistakable. Regardless, you threw your body over the child’s to protect her from the gunfire that ensued. Deacon and Luca dragged you both behind a desk behind a wall in a classroom. 

“Are you okay?” Deacon asked without taking his aim from the door way. 

“We’ve got to get her out of here.” You ignored his question as you continued to try and stop the little girl’s bleeding. 

Your voice was forced and you were breathy. 

“I asked if you were okay,” Deacon said angrily. 

“I’m fine.” You retorted. 

You soon heard Tan’s voice over the radio that the shooter had been neutralized. You didn’t know if there was more than one shooter, but didn’t see any signs of one so far. When you got the clear from Hondo, you radioed for another team to come in and get the girl out and get her to a hospital. Once she was safely removed, you resumed your formation in the middle of the team to continue to clear the school building. Deacon could tell you were injured because you didn’t shoulder your firearm correctly, but he didn’t see any blood so he let it go. He was pissed off at you for not stopping and going to get help yourself, but he was even more pissed off at himself for not seeing the gunman before he shot at you. 

It took two hours to clear the rest of the school and stabilize the remaining children. By the time you were done, you were visibly diaphoretic and short of breath. You could hardly manage three words without stopping to catch your breath. 

“20-David to command,” Deacon radioed, “We need an EMS unit to our location, we have a team member who needs to be checked out.” 

You were in pain, you couldn’t breathe, and you were pissed off that Deacon asked for EMS without consulting you first. 

“Why did you do that?!” You managed to asked through clenched teeth. “These children need those paramedics.” You took a few shallow breaths, “Not me! Cancel. Them.” 

If looks could kill, your sergeant would be the one who needed a medic unit, not you.

“Officer,” Deacon said sternly, “You look like hell and you cannot breathe.”

You started to open your mouth to cut him off, but he started speaking loudly again.

“Now, I suggest you shut up and listen to your sergeant. I am not the one who takes orders from you.” 

His harsh words hit you harder than the bullet hit your ballistic vest and left you just as speechless. David had never been so disrespectful to you. If the paramedics hadn’t arrived to assess you, you would have turned in your badge right there. You knew the rest of the team had noticed as well because they were all silent which pissed you off even more. Where was your support?

The paramedics tried helping you onto the stretcher, but you refused it. Despite not being able to speak for being short of breath. You held onto the stretcher for support and walked to the ambulance. By the time you finally made it outside to the ambulance, you were physically unable to get into the ambulance because you were hurting so bad and so short of breath. The EMS providers finally convinced you to get onto the stretcher and they were able to load you into the truck. 

When you arrived to the ER, you were taken to a trauma room due to the fact that you had technically been shot. Your chest x-ray revealed a collapsed lung due to the broken ribs. 

The rest of the team finished debriefing before being cleared to leave for the day. Hondo met Deacon in the quiet locker rooms since most of everyone else had already left. 

“Deac…” Hondo paused, knowing he needed to tread carefully, “What was up back at the school? I have never heard you speak to anyone like that – especially one of our teammates.” 

Deacon slammed his locker shut. 

“Hondo, now ain’t the time, brother.”

The lieutenant raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, I won’t press, but I do ask that you consider an apology. It was unwarranted today. We all performed immaculately given the circumstances.”

“No, Hondo. No. We did not all perform immaculately.” His tone was biting. 

Deacon walked passed Hondo and left the locker rooms. He left the station and threw his duffel bag in the backseat of his truck. He climbed in, started it, and drove to a nearby lake that off the road and would likely be deserted after dark on a week night. He parked in the dark and slammed his fists against the steering wheel in frustration. 

Tears filled his eyes as he mentally kicked himself in the ass for missing the shooter that injured you today. He didn’t fight the tears as they spilled down his cheeks. What had gotten into him? Why were you different? Why was he so upset? Why did you getting injured bother him so badly? You were okay and you were expected to make a full recovery according to Hicks. Where along the line had he developed feelings and why was he so afraid of talking to you about them?

You spent 6 days in the hospital, 4 of those with a chest tube before being discharged home. During your entire hospital stay, Deacon had not been by to see you once despite daily visits from the rest of your teammates. It made you mad, but most of all, it hurt your feelings. You really liked you sergeant – or you thought that you did. His actions since you had been injured spoke louder than any words that could have been said. 

Luca and Chris were there to take you home and help you get settled. They carried your bags in and Chris helped you unpack your things while Luca cooked supper for the three of you. Chris helped you remove your bra so you could put on a loose, comfy t-shirt. Being the only females on the squad left you two comfortable around each other. 

“That is one hell of a bruise, babe.” She said as she looked at your black and purple side. 

You had to agree – the entire left side of your torso was bruised. It looked awful. Thankfully, the doctors had been able to help manage your pain with narcotics. 

“I’m glad it finally looks worse than it feels… Which is saying a lot because it still hurts like hell.” 

You slipped on a pair of sleep shorts and made your way back into your kitchen with Chris. 

You took a pain pill and joined your teammates in your living room to eat the spaghetti that Luca made. 

“Thank you so much for taking care of me guys,” You said several hours later as you walked Luca and Chris to your door. 

“That’s what we’re here for, love,” Luca said, pulling you into a gentle hug. 

You kissed his cheek, “Supper was delicious, Dom. Thank you times a million.” 

He returned the kiss to your cheek and Chris pulled you in for a hug. 

“Call us if you need anything?” 

You smiled at her after the hug, “You know I will.” 

You settled onto your couch with a glass of wine. You knew the alcohol and narcotic wasn’t the smartest elixir, however, you needed to mask more than your physical pain. 

You couldn’t get Deacon off your mind and your heart had yet to stop hurting. Your emotional pain screamed much louder than your physical pain. 

“Dammit!” You heard through clouded consciousness. “What the fuck?” 

You felt yourself being picked up and carried to your bed. You recognized a familiar cologne but quickly disregarded the scent and winced at the pain in your ribs before drifting back off to sleep. 

You woke up the next morning nearly in tears again as you entered a coughing spell. You managed to get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen where your pain pills were, but you were scared shitless by a man sitting at your kitchen table. As soon as your heart began racing with fear, the fear subsided, realizing that it was Deacon sitting inside of your home. 

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck, David?” You held your chest with one hand and braced your broken ribs with the other. 

He didn’t answer you. 

You ignored his silence and took your morning pain medication. 

“Ya know… I said the same thing last night when I came over and found you unconscious on your couch. So, I can also say, what the fuck? What were you thinking?” Deacon’s voice grew steadily louder as he stood up and turned to you. “Pain pills and alcohol?”

You were angry. “Something to make this shit stop hurting,” You spat as you snatched up the side of your shirt to reveal your black and blue torso. 

You could tell the extent of your injuries caught Deacon off guard. His facial expression softened and he didn’t respond. 

You let go of your shirt, letting it fall back down to your waist and continued fixing yourself a glass of water to take your pain pill with. You took your medicine and continued to ignore your sergeant as you turned your back to him to get the milk out of your refrigerator to fix yourself a bowl of cereal. His hand stopped yours mid-air reaching for your cabinet. He gently held your wrist with one hand and you felt the edge of your shirt being lifted again. He let go of your hand, staring at the bruising that covered you. You could sense his demeanor soften. 

There was a long silence as he took in your injuries. 

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered. 

The tone in his voice felt like a hug to your soul. 

“Deacon-” You turned around to face him. 

“No, listen to me,” he interrupted you. “This…” He grazed his fingertip down your side, “is all my fault.”

The confusion was written all over your face. 

“I should have seen that bastard before he ever had a chance at you.” 

You began shaking your head but you weren’t quite sure what to say. 

“You’ve been an asshole to me ever since it happened, David, what the hell has changed now?” You were beginning to grow angry again. 

“Look, I am so, so sorry.” His voice was gentle. “I should have stopped that guy before he shot you. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like I did. I should have visited you in the hospital. You are a teammate and I failed you, but I really should have told you from the get-go that I have developed feelings for you.” He didn’t take a breath the entire time he spoke so you struggled to follow him, but his last sentence hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Ever since you have been on the team with us, you have become more than just a teammate to me. Truthfully, I have liked you from the day that I met you and my attraction to you has only grown every single day. I like you so much more than just as a teammate. I would dare say that I am falling in love with you.” He slowly reached up to cradle your face with his hand, hesitant, wondering if you would allow him to touch you. 

You did. 

“I am so, so sorry that I have treated you so poorly this week – so wrong. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact that I hate myself for not being able to protect you like I should have. I’ve been so afraid to let you know how I feel about you. I’m sorry I was more afraid of affecting the team than I was giving you the honesty that you deserve. Please, please forgive me.” 

He looked into your eyes as he nervously chewed on his bottom lip. 

“Deacon…” You said quietly, leaning into his hand caressing your jaw. 

He took a deep breath and continued, “If you don’t feel the same way, I understand, but I came over here last night to apologize and tell you all of this. When I found you passed out on the couch, barely responsive, it frustrated me. So, I stayed here last night to make sure you were okay. Please don’t be mad.” 

Silence fell between you while you considered how to respond. Given the emotions that you had worked through over the past week, going from feelings for your partner, to physical and emotional hurt, to anger towards David for not visiting, texting or calling, resentment towards yourself for having feelings towards David despite how cruel he had been to you with his absence while you had been hospitalized, you struggled to find any words.

Deacon watched you suffer through a week’s worth of feelings as he watched your eyes. You took a deep breath. 

He decided that you were taken too long to respond and if he didn’t act now, he never would. 

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips on yours. 

You instinctively closed your eyes and allowed David to kiss you. When you didn’t pull away, he parted his lips just enough to run his tongue tenderly along your bottom lip. You opened your lips, allowing him to kiss you deeper. You began to return the kiss when David went to place his hands on your waist, forgetting about your injuries. You stopped kissing him and winced. 

“God, I’m so sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, your voice shaky. 

Deacon noticed the tears that trickled down your cheeks. 

He wiped them away with his thumbs and began apologizing to you again. 

You interrupted him with another kiss. You reached up and intertwined your fingers behind his head, softly rubbing his neck with your fingertips. He moaned quietly into the kiss. He grabbed your arm and squeezed it, needing to touch you, but being mindful of your injuries. You enjoyed the feeling of his tall, muscular body, towering over yours. You felt protected. 

“Deacon?” 

He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing a stand of hair behind your ear, “Mmhmm?”

“I love you.” 

"I love you too."

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[gemstone-roses]

Frustrated

David deacon Kay (s.w.a.t) x reader

Summary: after a few bad dates leaves you... unsatisfied, deacon takes care of you. 18+ only there be smut ahead. Praise kink, teasing. Fingering. Pet names (honey, sweetheart). Deacon isn't married in this.

Warnings: mentions of bad dates not making reader cum, fingering, female reader.

A:N- I'm feral for this man. Minors be gone this work and this blog is strictly for those 18 and over. Reminder you are responsible for your own media consumption. Likes and reblogs much appreciated ty🥺 maybe I'll do a part two👀

"Rough night"? A gruff voice asks from behind his locker.

"Yeah something like that" you sigh, shutting your locker a bit too hard.

"Another terrible date?" He probes, shutting his own locker and looking at you.

You swallow, slightly embarrassed, and what makes it worse is that your having this conversation with the one man on your squad you've had a crush on forever, your closest friend on the team.

"Well, he got what he wanted, I uhm, ugh never mind" you chuckle nervously.

Deacons brows furrow.

"Anything I can do?" He asks kindly and you can't help the thoughts that swarm your mind, thinking of him, you, together.

It's been a rough shift, you excuse yourself to the bathroom of the bar the whole team is relaxing in.

Your wound up, the adrenaline from the day hasn't worn off fully, your not looking where your going when you bump into something hard.

Someone.

It causes you to stumble back slightly.

"oh sorry I wasn't paying attention" you say, resting your arm behind you on the bathroom door.

"Are you okay y/n?" His brows furrow again and your heart speeds up, he's so kind, so genuine, so hot.

"Y-yeah why" you say.

"You seem a little.. tightly wound today" he steps closer to you and you make no effort to move, allowing him to cage his arms on either side of you.

"I'll be okay, i just need to-

Deacon bites his lip, your brain short circuits for a moment.

"Need to what honey?" Deacon moves one of his hands to your waist, he strokes his thumb across your side.

"I need to, uhm, you know" you mumble, and deacon tuts slightly.

"Words honey" he teases and you take in a shaky breath

"I need to cum" you whisper, heat rising up your neck as you admit it.

Deacons chest heaves at your confession.

And with a surprising amount of confidence you add

"Make me cum, David?" And his lips are on yours instantly.

He kisses you furiously, pushing open the bathroom door with one hand and guiding you into it with the other.

You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as he pushes you against the bathroom wall breaking the kiss to catch his breath.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" he confesses.

"Me too" you say and he smiles at you.

"You gonna let me take care of you honey?" He leans into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses as you moan again.

Deacon moves his hand to the top of your trousers

"Come on honey what did I say? Use your words sweetheart"

"Yes" you huff out, desperate for his touch.

"Good girl" he touches his nose to yours as his hand finally dips below your waistband.

He runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy a few times, humming in satisfaction.

"You're soaking" he whispers

"Deac" you whisper, leaning your head back.

He moves your panties to the side and slides a finger through your soaking folds, bringing it up to circle your clit.

He catches your moan in another kiss, this time a gentle one.

He rubs your clit slowly, applying pressure at the same time.

"You make the prettiest sounds" he says as he slides a finger into you.

"Oh deac" you whine.

He keeps one finger circling your clit as he pumps the other one inside you, seeing your reaction, he inserts another finger.

You feel a pressure building within, your breathing speeds up as deacon curls his finger to hit that spot.

"Oh fuck deac I'm gonna-

"You gonna cum for me honey? Already? You needed this didn't you sweetheart" he speeds up his fingers as he speaks, you grip his shoulders tight, your orgasm fast approaching.

"I got you, come for me honey"

"Fuck deac I- your words stop short as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"That's it, let go baby" he comforts you as you release around him.

"Oh my god" you whisper, coming down from your high.

"That was incredible" he groans, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Feel better?" He asks, embracing you, hands resting on your ass.

You nod, bringing your lip between your teeth.

"Shall we, get out of here?" You propose, eyes moving to the prominent bulge in his pants.

And deacon has never moved so fast in his life.

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[brinleyparke]

S.W.A.T. (2017) fanfic ideas/prompts

I add new ones pretty often, so keep checking the lists for new prompts.

Some of these ideas can be combined.

Who did go see Street while he was in the hospital after the surgery if Hondo was in Mexico, and Luca and Chris were in Germany?

Street is tired and sore after a long day at work. Molly gives him a massage. (SFW).

Sick Street

After Street gets kicked out of S.W.A.T. and sent back down to patrol, Street starts doing more undercover work.

When Luca is staying at Street's place in season 1, Luca finds out that Street has nightmares, but not about cases. They're about his old man and the bad foster homes.

(Season 1 or early season 2) "Look, Hondo," says Buck, "deep down, Street is still just a scared kid who's been used, abused, neglected, manipulated, and abandoned by the people who are supposed to take care of him too many times."

What if Deac and Annie or just Annie visited Street in the hospital after the transplant surgery?

H/C – Molly comforting Street

What if Street's uncle somehow found out about the transplant and decided to visit his nephew? Luckily, Deacon (who I like to think of as one of Street's work/surrogate dads; Hondo is the other) is there, too, to check in on the kid. Even better if Annie is there, too, and goes Mama Bear Mode.

Street offers to babysit Vivien for Hondo and Nichelle. After seeing how good he is with her, they say yes. Based on the scene at the beginning of 6x18, where Hondo says, "I thought we were gonna have to kick Street and Chris out last night." Nichelle replies, "I had no idea Street was such a baby person."

Street tells Buck he's going to give half of his liver to his mom. Buck is supportive.

Buck finds out about the team's tendency to treat Street like 💩 (maybe Buck is at HQ and sees it happen or maybe Street tells him inadvertently). He is none too pleased with his former team.

Street has never been to the aquarium before, so Molly takes him there on a date.

The team throws Street a surprise birthday party, not realizing he's never had any kind of birthday party before.

Street goes undercover as a male stripper

Suggested by @erinsworld – After Street gets kicked off SWAT and put back on patrol, he ends up without a partner. Patrol commander thinks he's a hot-shot trouble maker who needs to be taught a lesson. Street tells his Capt that it's policy to have a partner. Street doesn't question it when the captain falsely tells him that the order for him to ride solo came from Hondo because "Since he likes being a lone wolf so much, he doesn't need a partner." Street has been neglected, used, abused, and abandoned by all the people who are supposed to take care of him and protect him. He sees Hondo as just another person who has abandoned him. So why would he question Hondo's "orders"?

Slight AU – What if after Hondo kicks Street off the team, Street gets really hurt when he responds to a call where things went sideways? By really hurt, I mean really, really hurt. They search Street's locker for the letter, but they don't find it because he burned it after Hondo fired him.

Slight AU – What if Street wrote his letter to Buck or to Nate instead of to Chris?

Slight AU – What if Street reunites with Nate after being kicked out of S.W.A.T. instead of on a case in season 3?

Slight AU – What if after Street's bike is stripped for parts, he calls Buck instead of Chris?

Slight AU – After getting kicked out of S.W.A.T., Street decides to put in a transfer back to Long Beach. He starts taking more risks in the field. (Maybe he starts doing more undercover work because he has nothing to lose.) When he is injured pretty badly, the hospital calls Buck bc he's Street's emergency contact.

Slight AU – What if Street stayed with Buck after the fight with his mom instead of couch surfing?

Slight AU (6x10) – What if after Street was benched from the case, he went with Rocker's team on a raid or something because they were down a man for some reason, and Hicks approved it? And what if on that raid Street gets hurt (maybe he takes a bullet for one of the team or a witness or victim, or he takes a necessary (to him) risk)? Maybe, for some humor, Rocker can be like, "Oh shit. Chris is gonna kill me." (Or Molly if you are a Strolly fan like me) Street can reply, "Nah, she'll kill me." Then, Rocker will say, "You know what? She'll probably kill both of us." Street will be like, "If Hondo doesn't kill us first."

AU – What if Hondo didn't just kick Street off of SWAT? What if he took his badge and gun, too? Possibilities: (1) Maybe Street starts racing to get money instead of just doing it for fun. (2) Maybe Street starts up his own garage where he fixes bikes. Perhaps he hears some of his customers talking about something illegal. He tells Hicks. They send him undercover. (3) Maybe Street goes back to Club G (from 1x04, where the bouncer said Street has "potential") and works there to make ends meet.

AU – Victor and Bonnie got to have a real wedding. Bonnie doesn't turn out to be a cheating, lying tramp, and Molly catches the bouquet.

AU/Slight AU – Street never breaks up with Molly. Street asks Hicks' permission to marry Molly.

AU – What if Strolly (Street/Molly) stayed together?

AU – Nate doesn't die. (Maybe Nolan couldn't find him. Maybe Street got there on time, or maybe Nate was somehow able to get away.)

Arrow x-over: Werner Zytle has managed to distribute his new version of Vertigo (it makes you hallucinate your biggest fear) to L.A.. Oliver finds out and goes to L.A.. On a S.W.A.T. raid, Street gets dosed with the vertigo. His team tries to comfort him, but to little or no avail, and they don't have an antidote. The Green Arrow comes in and saves the day.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Terry/Street

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Street and Peralta as chaotic besties.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Luca and Peralta as chaotic besties.

Moonlight x-over: What if the foster parents at one of the homes Street lived in were vampires who like to feed on children? One night, Buck tries to call Street. Maybe just to check in. At first, Buck doesn't think much of it. Then, it happens again the next night. The next day at work, Buck finds out several kids have just disappeared from that neighborhood. A private investigator offers his help to find the missing kids.

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[24-david]

Nothing to Lose

S.W.A.T. (2017) | Stris

Street struggles to cope with Chris getting caught in the crossfire.

AN: here’s my first Street x Chris fic, loosely inspired by 3x21! (I can’t get enough of these two)

It all happened so fast.

It had only been a matter of minutes since they contacted HQ to let them know they were tailing a suspect who ran into the apartment complex. The next thing Street knew, they were taking fire from all directions, bullets piercing the concrete behind them. Normally, the two of them could hold their own until the rest of the team got here but given the dwindling amount of ammunition they had left and the number of gunmen they were up against, the odds were not in their favour.

As they enter narrow hallway, Street hears Chris say that she was running low and was switching to her secondary firearm. Looking for cover, he tries to open a door to no avail when one of the gunmen approach from the end of the hall, firing his weapon.

He yells for Chris to get down, but its too late.

The ringing in her ears was deafening, seizing a hold of all her senses as she clutches her shoulder. Chris can’t think straight—her training useless against the pain that was radiating across her chest. She gasps and heaves, the air not quite reaching her lungs.

All Street can think of is her.

He fires a bullet that neutralizes the shooter before turning to Chris. Instinct taking over training for a split second, Street kneels besides her to check on her. He breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees that her vest caught the bullet before reassuring her that she was okay.

Chris could barely make out his words with the deafening ringing in her ears, but she could feel him helping her towards her knees and off the ground. She barely registers Street handing her weapon, wrapping her fingers around the cold metal.

She is still gasping for air as Street urges her to follow, desperation lacing his voice as he tells her that its not safe to stay here. Tugging on her vest, Street does his best to push out the sound of her gasps out of his mind. If he allowed himself to think about the pain she was in, then there would be no way the both of them make it out of here alive.

She stumbles on a couple of childrens toys, unable to catch her footing. Her mind is racing, the pace rivalling the pounding from her chest. Finally, they reach the corridor and take cover.

Another gunman comes down the hall, opening fire on the both of them. One of Street’s bullets fire right into his chest, sending him into the ground. Taking advantage of the calm before the storm, he checks on Chris.

He feels lightheaded when he sees her slumped against the wall, barely conscious.

Before he could run over, more bullets are sent their way. Street curses, unable to fire his weapon back. His hands were trembling and numb, rendering him useless in returning fire since he couldn’t steady his hands enough to pull the trigger. Street calls out her name, hoping that she’d be able to say something, say anything, to let him know that she was okay.

When he hears them reloading their weapons, he takes that as his opportunity to run over to her. Street cradles the side of her head, his hands gentle as he touches her cheek. He calls her name again, hoping that her eyes would open at the sound of her name.

He finds out that his hopes are futile when nothing changes.

With shaky hands, he brings his fingers to check her pulse. Street calls out to her again, but it comes out sounding more like a plea. He feels a faint pulse, making him blink back the tears that were forming.

This couldn’t be happening, he thought.

Not to Chris—anyone but her, he begged.

He could feel the wetness pooling around his knee. Glancing down, he sees blood. Street curses, taking off her vest with shaky hands until he sees where the blood was coming from.

He puts pressure on her abdomen. The vest that was supposed to protect her was laying a couple of feet beside them. Hondo says that he’s 2 minutes out over comms, but seconds feel like minutes, and minutes feel like hours with Chris in this state.

He unbuckles the helmet strap under her chin, hoping that would make it easier for her to breathe.

“Chris you gotta stay with me,” Street pleads, his voice breaking. He could feel his hands slicked with a mixture of his sweat and her blood.

He could hear footsteps coming from down the hall. During his early days of training, Hondo had reminded him to never lose his cool. Street was never an angry kid, despite his childhood. However, it seemed as if all the anger he had suppressed during all those years had returned, and with a vengeance.

He wanted to make them pay for what they did to Chris.

He was in position, ready to fire whatever bullets remained into those men when he hears a soft whimper beside him. Glancing over, Street sees her eyebrows scrunched together, pain written on her soft features.

He must have put too much pressure on her wound, he thought.

Abandoning his weapon, his hand reaches up to hold her cheek. His other hand never left the wound on her abdomen ever since he found it. He tells Chris that he’s right here and help is on the way.

When more bullets fly their way, Street uses his body to cover hers without hesitation.

I love you and I’m sorry, he whispers into her hair, pulling her tight against him.

The footsteps grow louder as Street prepares to die for her. More gunfire rings through his ears and all he can think of is how much was left unsaid between them. As someone who grew up with nothing to lose, one glance at her and he realised that he had everything to lose. This couldn’t possibly be the way it ends.

“Street! Chris!” Hondo yells.

Street calls them over, a wave of relief washing over him when he hears them.

The team stare silently, mouths agape in shock at the sight before them. Chris, who they were always fiercely protective of, was unrecognizaable. Street was covered in blood, one arm holding Chris while the other was draped over her torso. She laid unmoving in his lap, her helmet and vest laying in a pool of red.

Luca closes his eyes, unable to stomach the sight. Years of training seemed useless at this very moment, since seeing Chris like this was enough to cut through his thick skin he built up for the job. Tan knew to never take any moment for granted, but his mind kept thinking back to how they were just laughing in the ring earlier this morning. It didn’t feel right, and it didn't feel real. Deacon stands back, saying a silent prayer that she’ll pull through. He puts everything he has left into the prayer, not knowing how to cope if he loses a teammate.

Street can’t bring himself to leave Chris’s side, but moves to give the paramedics some space to work on her. He doesn’t know how, but someone his hand finds hers in the midst of the team and medics getting here. Street watches helplessly as they tend to her injuries, unable to move from his spot or acknowledge the team just yet.

They were supposed to have each others six—and yet one of them was being wheeled away on a stretcher, her blood staining his clothes.

“I thought she had only caught one in the vest.” Street says, his voice breaking when he looks at her.

No one on the team protests when Street volunteers to ride with the medics in the ambulance. He climbs into the rig, squeezing her hand to let Chris know that he was still there. Before the ambulance door closes shut, Luca watches silently as Street presses his lips against the back of her hand.

The lights and sirens aren’t enough to drown out the noise in his head. The medics stabilized her, even reassuring him that she’d have the best surgeons working on her. That wasn't enough to pull him out of whatever trance he was in—he needed to see that she was okay with his own eyes.

Finally, the medics hand her off onto the team of emergency doctors and nurses. He holds Chris until a nurse stops him, guiding him into a waiting room for family members.

Feeling impossibly heavy, all he can do is wait.

#chris x street #chris x street #stris #chris alonso #cbs swat #street x chris #chrisalonso #swat #street x chris fanfic #stris fanfic #swat fic

[spnshortcake]

David Deacon Secret Service moodboard. If anyone is interested in a fic for this please comment!! I definitely had so much fun making this. First time moodboard .

Also special thanks to @bradleybeachbabe for helping me with doing a moodboard and helping with my idea!

#swat fics #deacon #imagine #top secret #fluff #fanfic #moodboard #Elizabeth’s thoughts

[streakyglasses]

i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings

“I love you, Chris,” he starts, spurred on by her even nod and gentle smirk. Her heart starts to beat louder in her chest, like her body knows what’s coming, but she doesn’t let her hopes run away with her yet.

part two of darling, you're the one i want

read on ao3, ffn, or under the cut

Their first official date is nothing less than a mess. 

First, both have to push it back for their jobs taking them away for days at a time, then their first choice of restaurant is impossible to get a reservation at, and, when they think they’ve nailed something down, Chris wakes up the morning of with the flu courtesy of her nephew that keeps her out of commission for another week. 

“I’m not counting this,” she mutters in a stuffy voice, barely audible over the drone of her TV. It’s not until she’s asleep with her head in his lap and his hand carding through her hair that he gets what she means. 

When they finally find themselves sitting across from one another, it’s at a diner a few blocks from Street’s house, at almost 9pm. The small TV in the corner is replaying footage of a swat op, colored lines cutting through the tape every few seconds. Their waitress, despite the discerning lack of people in the place, takes fifteen minutes to get their drinks. When she sets them down, the clunk of the plastic on linoleum breaks through their thick silence. 

They’ve known one another for years. They’ve saved each other’s lives more than once. We’ve had sex, they each think. But neither can keep the pressure of perfection from hanging over the table, the rain heavy enough to shutter the butterflies in their stomachs. 

“How was your day?” Chris asks, for what feels like the thousandth time, as her glass sweats onto her hand. Street nods and taps his straw against the table to tear its paper wrapper. 

“Good,” he smiles tightly. “Beat 40-Squad during drills, so that’s always a nice thing to have to hold over them. How was yours?” 

She shrugs. Her eyes fall to his hands, where his nimble fingers are rolling the straw wrapper into a thin band.

“Okay, still a big adjustment. I feel good about it, though.” 

She takes a sip of her water to cover the way her stomach flips, unsure of what to say next. 

“I’m happy for you. Give me your hand.” 

“Why?” She questions. His grin grows and her eyes narrow with suspicion. 

“Just do it.” He goads, needing to cut the tension before it suffocates them both. Rolling her eyes, Chris looks around the dimly lit joint one more time. No witnesses in sight, she slides her right hand over the table to him. 

Street moves her hand so her pointer finger hovers over the band of straw wrapper. Carefully, he wraps the two ends around her finger and ties it off, the small knot on top like where a diamond would sit. His own hand is warm and familiar in hers when he holds her steady so he can rip the extra off without tearing the whole thing. Satisfied with his work, he gives Chris her hand back, and meets her eyes. 

It’s like the clouds over them open up, offering blue sky and warm sunshine that it’s impossible not to relax under. She lets out a light laugh, shaking her head but it’s clear how much she adores him. She puts her hand up to admire his work. 

“I like it.”

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Somewhere between then and now, it becomes a habit. Straw wrappers for everything from smoothies at the pier to SWAT galas and dinners at Paul’s turn into rings. 

Street experiments with how to twist and fold the paper, eventually getting so good at it he can close the knots before sliding the ring onto her finger, and it fits perfectly every time. A rush runs through her whenever he takes her hand to put it on, regardless of where he does. 

Each new addition to the collection gets carried home safely in her jacket pocket. They end up strewn about in the cup holders of her truck or in her backpack, but mostly in her nightstand drawer, little white rings like stars to make wishes on. She doesn’t know if he’s noticed that she’s kept them all, an ever-growing promise that she can’t help but look forward to.

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The restaurant is bustling as Street holds the door open for Chris, transporting them from the sweet smell of late spring air to mouthwatering burgers and thick-cut fries. He runs his hand down her leather jacket to rest on the small of her back as their eyes adjust from the bright sun to the low-yellow lighting and exposed brick walls. Recognizing them, the host offers a smile and has menus in hand before they even reach her. 

“Hey! Glad to have you guys back with us. Corner table alright?” 

With a quick look between them, Chris nods. 

“Perfect, thank you.” 

The three weave around the other tables and servers, eyes drifting from one plate of tantalizing food to the next, until they reach theirs. Menus set down, the host promises to return with water and leaves them with another easy smile. With so many bodies, Chris slides her jacket off to reveal the toned arms that Street fell in love with. She rolls her eyes at how he stares, but he makes no move to do the same with his own jacket, needing to feel the constant weight of the box in his pocket. His heart speeds up just thinking about it. 

“Here you are,” the host says as she sets down two glasses of water and cuts through his train of thought. “Your server will be over in a minute. Enjoy!” 

Street squeezes the lemon into his water, chuckling at how Chris wrinkles her nose, and draws his eyes over the menu. 

“You’re not doing your usual?” Chris teases, though she’s also perusing. “No broccolini?” 

He looks at her like it’s a ridiculous question. She laughs, brushing her foot up his leg under the table. Silence falls between them as they look over the menu, interrupted by a server a few minutes later, obviously stressed from the rush of people. 

“Hi, sorry! What can I get you two to drink?” 

“Iced tea with lemon, please,” Chris says, and is quickly echoed by Street. The server scratches it down. 

“And are we ready to order?” 

Sharing a look, they nod. 

“I’ll do the Whiskey Bacon burger please, medium rare, with broccolini and fries. Thank you.” 

Her eyebrows raise at Street as the server’s eyes swivel over. 

“The All-American please, medium rare, also broccolini and fries.” 

They hand the server their folded menus and he sticks his guest checks back in his pocket, scurrying away. Chris watches him go and then turns back to Street, their bodies settling into the space. 

“How was work?” 

“Calm, actually,” Street says on an exhale, his shoulders still knotted from their last op, which had him tackling a suspect. “Deacon’s helping Sanchez with a private security gig and Tan’s out of town with his mom, so Hicks has us holding down the fort at HQ. Still kicking ass, though.” 

She rolls her eyes but laughs softly at his comment. He’s about to ask how her day was when their server sets down their iced teas and two straws. After opening hers, she gives the wrapper to Street, twinkles in both of their eyes. His heart skips a beat as he undoes his own straw and straightens out the paper. He feels his blood start rushing and reminds himself there’s an entire dinner to get through first, one that he’s been looking forward to for two weeks, and hopes Chris doesn’t notice the slow breaths he takes. 

“I’m sure,” Chris continues. “Helena asked to do dinner at their place the next night you have free, by the way. Or breakfast, whatever works.” 

“So you’re saying I can have another breakfast burger?” Street teases, eyes moving from the paper that he’s expertly folding to Chris’s hands. She grimaces, saying, if that’s what he wants. 

“You and Tomas both with those.” 

He chuckles, and she relaxes into the deep set of his dimples and how the green in his eyes catches in the lighting. She’s content to watch him finish folding the ring, throwing around in her head which finger it’s for. When he’s done, he looks up and straight into her soft eyes, and a warm blush creeps up his neck. 

His gaze drops to her left ring finger and he wants nothing more than to take her hand, but he’s afraid he’ll give himself away so he takes her right instead. It’s exhilarating nonetheless, and the smile Chris gives him could save the world.

“I love you,” he says quietly. It gets lost in the noise to everyone but them. 

“I love you, too. Thanks for the ring.”

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By the time they leave Paul’s, the air has chilled slightly and the periwinkle dusk has been replaced by stars. Chris wraps a hand around Street’s forearm as the door swings shut behind them. 

“You still want to go for a walk?” Street asks, butterflies in his stomach underlined with fear that she’ll say no. The ring in his pocket grows heavier by the second. Looking across the street, down the path that borders the shore, Chris takes a second to feel out her own body, and nods. 

“Lead the way.”

His hand is warm in hers as they fall in step with each other. The crosswalk changes and they find themselves on the other side of the street, the gentle crashing of the waves and their own footsteps is all they hear. It’s a silence neither ever thought they’d be used to living in, let alone with someone else, but Chris focuses on the constant brush of Street’s thumb over hers, and he keeps his on keeping his breathing steady. 

“Chris?” He asks, once they’re so far down the walk that there’s no other souls around and the restaurant is nothing more than a blip of light behind them. Nerves sit on his voice, and she stops walking but doesn’t drop his hand. 

“Yeah? You okay?” 

“Yeah,” he promises with a nod, his grip on her tightening as his other hand closes around the box in his pocket. He looks away from her and over the horizon, trying to memorize the shape of the world and how it was never this clear before her. Thinking about every moment they’ve spent together, good, bad, and otherwise brings tears rushing to his eyes. 

“Street?” Chris whispers, concern in her irises and her free hand cradling his cheek so he has to look back at her. “Talk to me. What’s going on?” 

Laughing in disbelief and gratitude, he shakes his head small to try to dry the tears, and looks down at their interconnected hands before finding her eyes. 

“Nothing, really. Well, something, but—”

Stopping himself, Street grounds himself in the rise and fall of his shoulders through a 4-count inhale and an 8-count exhale. He takes the ring out of his pocket, but keeps it tight in his fist so she doesn’t notice just yet. 

“I love you, Chris,” he starts, spurred on by her even nod and gentle smirk. Her heart starts to beat louder in her chest, like her body knows what’s coming, but she doesn’t let her hopes run away with her yet. 

“I’ve loved you since I don’t know when. Maybe it was the first day we met, maybe it was during one of the million times that you saved my ass or helped me when you had no reason to, but I know now, at this moment, I love you. I’m always going to love you. You keep me safe, you make me a better person.”

Tears start rolling down his cheeks faster, some wiped away by Chris’s thumb, and he makes no move to stop them. She feels tears start to gather in her eyes, too, her teeth finding her bottom lip to keep her from speaking too soon. The instinct to take a second of her own to look around hits her and she follows it without question. Waves churn beneath her, but the ground they’re standing on is solid in more ways than one. The metal on his jacket shines underneath the streetlamp, his cheeks red and his lips pink. Glancing down, she sees the almost-translucent ring of paper around her right pointer finger, and can’t stop the teary-laugh that escapes. He waits for her to find him again, clearing his throat.

“You—You’ve given me a life that I never thought was possible. A life that I never want to stop living. Will you please—”

He stops, dropping her hand so he can open the box with both of his, afraid he’s shaking so much that he’ll drop it. She takes a small step back to give him room as he starts to kneel. When he fumbles with the box again, she steadies him with a hand on his wrist, nodding before he’s even started talking again. 

“Will you please marry me?” 

Her heart pounds loud and high in her chest. It feels like she’s flying, and she’s not scared of crashing. Her tears blur her vision and the streaks of light make it hard to actually see the ring, but the moment goes so fast it doesn’t matter. Street’s pulling the ring from its velvet bed and sliding it onto her ring finger as she answers. 

“Yes!” She exclaims, nodding harder. The second he’s back on his feet, she pulls him to her, hands splayed over his face and jaw so their lips can meet in a salty, passionate kiss that feels as familiar to them as breathing. His arms wrap around her shoulders to hold her closer, and she nuzzles into his neck when they have to part for air. 

With Chris in his arms and his pocket notably lighter, Street feels his pulse start to return to its baseline, the anxiety and anticipation of the last few hours replaced by a golden warmth spreading through him that he wants to bottle up. 

“I love you,” Chris murmurs. It brings him out of his thoughts, and her lips are on his again not a second later. This kiss is slower, their bodies syncing up and drawing out every inch of connection between them. Her lips turn into a smile against his. A fire starts hot and wild in his core, sure the same light is blazing in Chris when he sees the look in her eyes. 

“You want to head home?” He asks. It feels more permanent saying it now, though, and he never wants to get tired of it. A blush comes over her at his tone, nothing but excitement and hunger and affection, and she nods, still catching her breath.  

“Yeah. Home,” she trails off, glancing back to take in the walkway and the moon one more time. 

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After, Street’s pressing a trail of kisses up Chris’s shoulder and neck, eliciting a laugh that turns into a moan. Covering his hand that rests on her stomach with hers, she squeezes to make him stop, so he nuzzles into the nape of her neck instead. Her left arm is stretched out in front of her, the ring shining under the light of her bedside lamp, and Street’s lashes brush over her skin when he opens his eyes to look, too. 

“I want the box,” she whispers, feeling him shrug behind her. 

“Of course. Right now, or?” 

“No,” she stops him, tone light. “I just want to keep it in my nightstand drawer.” 

His eyes narrow and she turns her head over her shoulder to look at his face. Smiling, she drops his hand and reaches over to open the drawer, pulling him up to look at it. The collection of the straw-wrapper rings she has, the newest addition from tonight swept from the nightstand into the drawer, makes his heart swell. Some are yellowed or frayed with time, others are smushed, but it’s impossible to tell at first glance how many there even are. She feels a hot tear on her shoulder and turns over to face him completely, barely any space between their bodies. 

“I didn’t know you kept all of them,” he confesses. She shrugs, traces her eyes over his face until her nerves settle back into themselves. 

“I felt like they’d be important one day, I guess.” She says in a soft voice. “Whenever I’d look at them, I’d think of right now. Or something like it,” she adds quickly at his growing, cocky grin. 

“I’m going to wear the real one, obviously, but promise you won’t stop making me these, either?” 

Kissing her softly, he brushes a hand down her face. 

“I promise. You’ve got a lifetime of those. Maybe you can even make me one for the wedding.”

A bright laugh escapes her. Time seems to have slowed down around them, letting these beautiful moments hang on forever, and she moves even closer to him. Her breath is hot on his skin. 

“Maybe I will.” 

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[multiwriterrx]

Lost my old account officially so I decided to start again ❤️

@writingwithcrystals was a blast 💥

But @multiwriterrx is here to stay ❤️

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[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

When will I come up with a name for this? Only time will tell....

PART 7. <3

The next morning Nikki woke up in the arms of the man she loved. Their night together was everything Nikki had dreamed of and more. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” David said, his voice still heavy with sleep, when he realized his lady was awake. 

“Mmm, good morning, baby.” She moaned and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Would you like to take a shower with me?”

“Is shower sex involved?” Nikki asked with a chuckle. 

“One hundred percent yes.” 

After their first night together Nikki wasn’t sure if she could physically endure anymore orgasms, but she would love to bring David to another one and it still felt amazing in the process. She followed David into the shower once he had gotten the water hot. He pulled her into his embrace as the water ran down their intertwined bodies. After a few moments, David pulled Nikki from his chest, turned her around and began make sure her hair was wet and ready for shampoo. He grabbed her shampoo, squirted some into his hand and began working it through her hair, massaging it into her scalp. After her hair was soaped up, he took the time to wash his own hair and beard while Nikki cleaned her face with face wash. Once Nikki rinsed her face, David washed his hair and beard, then turned Nikki again so he could work the shampoo out of her hair. Nikki stood with her arms folded in front of her, enjoying the intimacy she was sharing with David. Nikki put conditioner in her hair while David put her body wash on her loufa. She turned around to face him and kissed his cheek as he began washing her chest. 

“I love you, David Kay.” 

David paused washing Nikki’s body and looked at her with a smile, “I love you more than anything, baby… and I will never get tired

of hearing you say it.” 

Nikki rinsed after David washed her, only to have to wash again once David was finished with her. She loved making him feel so good. 

The couple was on the way to grab lunch once they finished in the shower and got dressed. David’s hand was holding Nikki’s on the center console. 

“So, one thing that I completely forgot about last night… we didn’t use a condom and we didn’t talk about me pulling out…” David said.

Nikki could sense the hesitation in his voice. 

“My birth control is in my arm…” She said, “It stays there. I haven’t had a period in years and I’ve spent 31 years in this body, I know ovulation aches and pains and I also haven’t had those in years. I’m not concerned, but if you are, I don’t mind condoms.”

“No, baby, I was just asking. I don’t want to scare you off, nor am I trying to have the ‘I’m ready for kids when you are.’ Talk, but there are worse things in this world than making a baby with someone you love.” 

Nikki grew distant for a moment and Deacon was worried he might have scared her by being too forward. His worry multiplied when he saw tears threatening to spill from her eyes. The couple sat in silence until he noticed her breathing pattern change – attempting to calm herself without falling apart.  

“Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t -“

“No, David, it’s not you…” Nikki said. Deacon squeezed her hand. She sniffed. 

“There was one part of the story I left out when I told you about the attack from my ex.” She suddenly became petrified of telling her lover the truth. She was terrified that he would lose all trust in her and worst of all – she was scared she would lose him.

“What’s that, love?” His voice was soft… comforting. 

“The reason that he attacked me that day was because he found out I was pregnant… despite raping me on multiple occasions, he was insistent that he didn’t want children. I had to agree with him. No child should have been born into that environment. I hid my pregnancy for 23 weeks - that’s why I was trying to leave. Until he found the sonogram pictures in my car. When he cut me that day, he missed my uterus, but my blood loss killed my baby.”

The tears spilled from her eyes as she thought back on feeling her baby move and watching her belly grow. Her baby would always be a part of her. Deacon had no words for his girl. He immediately pulled into the next parking lot, got out, and took Nikki into his arms as she sobbed. He was surprised that she had kept this from him after telling him the first part of her story, but he made conscious efforts to put himself in her shoes. Regardless, he couldn’t be mad at her – not with her falling apart in his arms like this. 

“He took so much from me, David.” She cried in between breaths.

“I know, I know, baby.” Deacon tried to console her as he rubbed her hair. He kissed her head.

Nikki thought she had gotten over this…. But again, maybe she hadn’t. 

Deacon was slightly bothered that Nikki had left out such a huge part of that story, but after seeing how much it still affected her, he decided to let it go.  

“Her name was going to be Dakota…” Nikki said, her voice weak with surrender. 

“I know she would have been just as beautiful as you, darling. There’s not a doubt in my mind she’s watching down over you, so very proud of the woman you are.” 

Deacon held his love in his arms until she indicated she was ready to resume their day. Once they were in his truck on their way to food again, Nikki began apologizing. She hadn’t meant to unload on David like she had and part of her felt guilty for not disclosing this information beforehand, but now she understood why her mind chose to suppress it. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t ever apologize for feeling the way you feel. I’m here to love you through it all.” Deacon kissed the back of her hand. 

Nikki knew Deacon had questions and she was more than willing to answer, so she began. 

“I guess that’s why I never got into another relationship after Jason - my ex. I knew the heartache I experienced every single day knowing what a horrible dad my baby was going to have and I knew that in order to protect her, it would mean leaving… and leaving killed her.” Nikki felt nauseated at finally voicing these thoughts, feelings, and emotions, but she continued. “I’ve never met anyone that even came close to what a husband and father should be in my opinion. I always refused to put myself or any innocent lives in that danger again. It ate away at me for so long and clearly it still bothers me, but I’ve come a long, long way since then.

“I want to have children one day, with the right person and David, you are my person. I don’t necessarily want children right now, but you give me such a security… you are home to me, David. That’s why last night, I didn’t care what happened in the aftermath of it all. I still don’t. My birth control does a pretty effective job, and one day, when we decide it’s time to have children, I can get it removed, but until then, I’m not die hard on all preventative measures.”

“Nikki, whatever makes you feel at ease is what I am willing to do for you… no matter what that means.” David looked longingly into Nikki’s eyes as he parked in the restaurant parking lot. He leaned across the console, pulling Nikki in for a kiss. Her lips still tasted salty from her earlier tears and it crushed him. 

Several days later at work, Hondo walked in on Deacon searching for Jason Matthews. 

“Who’s that?” Hondo inquired. 

“Nikki’s ex-husband…” Deacon said, lost in concentration as he read the prick’s rap sheet. 

“Ex-husband?”

“Yeah, man.” 

“You didn’t tell me she came with all of that baggage… does she still talk to him?”

Hondo’s words struck a nerve in Deacon and he found himself slightly irritated at his teammate. He opened the window that held Matthews’ obituary and slid the laptop Hondo’s way. Hondo’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the article that detailed how the man lost his life. 

“Holy… fucking… shit…” Hondo looked up at Deacon, “I’m so sorry, man.” 

Deacon took the laptop back and scrolled through several mugshots. Most of them were from his marriage to Nikki. 

“She was pregnant too…”

This caught Hondo off guard and Deacon could tell by puzzled expression on the man’s face. 

“That’s what started it all. He raped her, found out she was pregnant halfway through the pregnancy, didn’t want the kid, so tried to kill the kid himself by gutting her. Nikki shot him in the head, but lost so much blood it killed her baby… Her baby girl.” 

Hondo had no words.

“Yeah, I was just as surprised as you are. But you’d never be able to tell it, brother. She’s had to do even more work on herself than I have.” 

“She’s a fighter,” Hondo agreed. “So does she want kids later on?”

Deacon nodded. “She’s on birth control now, but that’s all we use.”

“And how do you feel about that?” 

Deacon appreciated how Hondo always cared about his situation, but ultimately cared the most about him as his SWAT family member. 

“Honestly? She could tell me she’s pregnant right now and I would be just as happy as if it were something we were planning. I’m not scared of it, man.” 

“You know,” Hondo grinned, “You’re gonna marry that girl one day.” 

Deacon chuckled. “You are absolutely right. 

#christina alonso #david kay #dominic luca #hondo harrelson #imagine #jay harrington #jim street #swat cbs #swat #david deacon kay #deacon #deacon kay #seargant #swat seargant #victor tan #luca #hondo #S.W.A.T. #love #fanfic #fanfiction #part7 #7 #invested #chris #tan #deacon x reader #david kay x reader #david deacon kay x reader

[littlewolfsthings]

Hey guy, I'm looking for a 911 fic it was a seal!buck I think it was a long one shot ? I don't remember :/ It was a crossover with S.w.a.t, Hondo asked to help at Bucks with his sniper's talent because swat sniper was in vacation and it is at the moment his team learn his real past he was a seal.

#911 fic #navy seal!buck #seal!buck #crossover #911 fanfic #swat cbs #help and not it is not one more mission

[autistic-brushstrokes]

Chris : Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have street periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’

Chris : It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going

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[roadtogracelandx45]

I hate that I have all these ideas but can’t write them yet.

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