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fluentmoviequoter · 3 days

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Do You Want to Keep a Secret?

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: After Luca asks Street to stay out of the house for a while, Street gets tired and curious and accidentally crashes Luca's "book club."

Warnings: secret girlfriend, "book club" joke goes on way too long (Bridgerton slander; I haven't and won't read it but know Street wouldn't like it), fluff, brief mention of alcohol consumption, the one and only Duke!!!

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

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“Street, wait up, man,” Luca calls.

Street pauses by the door of S.W.A.T. HQ and turns to look at Luca. 20 Squad had an early day and Street’s been eager to get out of the station and relax. When Luca waits for Deacon and Hondo to walk by before he begins talking, Street narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“What do you want?” Street asks.

“I can’t just want to talk?” Luca defends.

“If you just wanted to talk, Deacon and Hondo overhearing wouldn’t have been a problem. Spit it out, man.”

“Fine. I’m going to be home late tonight and need the house tomorrow night.”

Street opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. Luca tugs nervously on his backpack strap, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Street.

“There’s something that I need to do tomorrow, and I just- go ride around or visit friends, whatever you want to do, but I really need the house to myself,” Luca explains.

“What do you need to do?” Street inquires.

“Something that I can’t do with you asking questions.”

“Why-“

“Streeter, please.”

Street nods slowly before agreeing to find somewhere else to be tomorrow night. Luca’s the best roommate and friend he’s ever had, so despite all the questions he wants to ask, he’ll give Luca the space and privacy he needs. As they leave HQ, Luca turns left where Street turns right, and Street only becomes more curious about where Luca is going and how he’s spending his nights.

“Book club?” Street asks.

“Dude, do I look like I’d host a book club? Or be in one?” Luca replies.

“No offense, but kinda. You’ve got that soothing, welcoming personality, and you love people.”

“Who’s in a book club?” Deacon asks as he walks into the situation room.

“No one,” Luca answers.

“Luca disappeared last night, didn’t get home until well after midnight, and now he needs our house tonight. Won’t tell me why,” Street explains.

Deacon looks over at Luca, and he nods once. Luca thinks Deacon probably figured out exactly what has been taking Luca’s free time, but he trusts Deacon to keep it quiet and not push like Street.

“Well, Street, you’re welcome to come over for dinner since you’ve been evicted,” Deacon offers.

“Temporarily evicted,” Street corrects. “And, thanks, but I already found a way to kill a few hours.”

“Luca, enjoy the Street-free house,” Deacon adds as he leaves.

“Hey!” Street yells. “Wait, Luca, is Duke staying?”

“Where are we going?” you ask.

Luca told you during your date last night that he’d pick you up from work today because he had a surprise. Seeing your boyfriend two days in a row is unusual, but you’re certainly not complaining. The permanent smile on your face since you met is proof that there’s never too much time with Luca.

“We’ve been dating for a while, but we don’t spend time alone,” Luca begins. “Not that I don’t enjoy our date nights, but I thought it might be nice to have a night in for once.”

“That does sound nice,” you agree. “But we both have roommates.”

“I don’t have one tonight. Street agreed to let me have the house to myself for a while.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Not much. He asked a lot of questions, though.”

“You know, you’re not the first boyfriend I’ve had who didn’t want me to meet his friends. You are the first who said it was because of his friends and not me, though.”

“I’ll introduce you when the time is right. And we’re not starting with Street, that’s something that needs to be eased into.”

“Then who would you introduce me to first?”

Luca smiles, and when he reaches the last stop sign before his house, he turns to look at you.

“Deacon, probably,” he answers. “I think he already knows I’m seeing someone.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Deacon’s crazy intuitive, and the only one who has any idea what it’s like to be in a committed relationship.”

Luca turns into his driveway and races around the front of his truck to open your door and help you out. His house is cute, you think, but the work he’s doing in the neighborhood is even better than the house. As he opens the door, you hear a dog bark happily.

“Is that Duke? I get to meet Duke?” you ask excitedly.

“Yes, you do. He’s the best roommate I have.”

“When I meet Jim, I’m telling him you said that.”

“He already knows.”

Luca opens the door, and you step inside before being greeted by Duke. He’s just as kind and gentle as his owner, and you fall in love with him in a moment. As you kneel and pet him, letting him sniff your hand to introduce yourself, you’re glad for a quiet night in. You know Luca well, but you expect to see a different side of him away from the public eye, and the dangers he watches for outside.

“This is the best date you’ve ever taken me on,” you tell Luca as he helps you stand.

“I’ll remember that next time I get reservations at an expensive restaurant,” he jokes.

“You know I’d be happy with your cooking, or a food truck, or a microwave dinner as long as I’m sharing it with you.”

“Don’t get sappy yet,” Luca warns playfully.

You already feel comfortable in Luca’s house, and as you follow him into the kitchen you catch a glimpse of what the rest of your life will be like. Your favorite meal is waiting for you, and you hug Luca tightly to thank him. The night is perfect, and it’s just beginning.

“I’m so tired,” Street complains.

“Go home,” Chris answers. “That’s, like, the entire point of having a place to live.”

“I can’t. Luca said I can’t come home until later.”

“Why not?”

“Wouldn’t tell me. Deac probably knows.”

“If he didn’t say why, it must not be too important.”

Street looks up from his drink and snaps. His eyes are glassy as he points at Chris and agrees, “You’re so right. You’re so smart, Chris.”

“And maybe you need a ride home,” she suggests.

“I’m not drunk,” Street argues. “Just tired and I want to know what Luca is doing.”

“I’m not going to tell you that you should go home earlier to find out, but if you’re uncomfortable staying out any longer… Where else are you supposed to go?”

“Luca would kill me.”

“I love you,” you whisper.

Luca’s hand slows in its trail from your hip to your ribs and back down. His touch is both calming and electrifying, and you can’t imagine a life without Luca. He pulls your legs over his lap to bring you closer. What started as sitting on his couch to talk quickly turned to quiet confessions and cuddles, which you would like to be a nightly occurrence. Luca kisses your cheek before promising that he loves you.

“I’m never going to want to go on another date with you unless it’s just like this one,” you say.

Luca turns to look at your smile and cups your cheek before he agrees, “I’m sure we could work something out.”

“You’re gonna have to tell Street then. Duke already loves me, so we’re over halfway there.”

“Or I could just get him, like, arcade passes to keep him busy.”

“Luca.”

‘We’ll talk about it later,” Luca whispers as he leans in.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck as he kisses you. Already halfway in his lap, you lean forward and press your chest to his to return the affection. Your hands move to Luca’s shoulders, and you grip his shirt gently as you push yourself closer to him.

The door opens, and you pull away from Luca quickly as someone asks, “Is this why you didn’t want me to come home?”

“Street, what are you doing here?” Luca asks as he gently moves your legs off of his and stands.

“I forgot?”

“Any other night I would believe that,” Luca says.

He’s standing in front of you, but you peek around his side and wave. You introduce yourself and say hello to Street as he waves in return.

“Why are you back?” Luca asks again.

“I got tired, and Chris kind of convinced me that it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to come back early. I swear, Luca, I had no idea I was going to be interrupting.”

“Because I didn’t want to tell anyone yet!”

You stand and lay a hand on Luca’s back in an attempt to calm him down. Although you understand why he wants to wait, things don’t always work out like you want.

“I’m sorry, Luca,” Street says.

“Uh, Street?” you interrupt softly. “Do you want to keep a secret?”

“You want me to stay quiet about this? Absolutely; you don’t have to worry about that." He looks to Luca and adds, "I really am sorry, man.”

“Not exactly,” you say, though you look at Luca as you say it. “Want to start a book club?”

“I knew it,” Street says through his teeth.

“You guys want to come over for dinner?” Luca invites.

“Are you cooking?” Hondo asks quickly.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then, I’m in.”

“Sure,” Deacon agrees. “I just have to be home by nine.”

“Nobody envies that, Deac,” Hondo teases.

“I’m down, too,” Tan says.

“Sounds good,” Chris adds.

“Alright. Come over whenever you’re ready, but food should be done in about an hour,” Luca calls over his shoulder.

“Bring your own silverware, I’m not doing dishes,” Street demands.

“Sure thing, playboy,” Victor says.

“Hello?” Street asks as he opens the door.

“Kitchen,” you call. “Are you aware that it’s still your house?”

“Doesn’t mean you have to feel uncomfortable or stay confined to Luca’s room.”

You smile and when Street raises his hands in question, you ask, “Are you ever going to let them know that you’re not a playboy anymore?”

“And lose all my credit and the best nickname I’ve ever had? Not likely, future Mrs. Luca.”

“Now that is the best nickname I’ve ever had.”

“Streeter!” Luca calls.

“Second best,” Street whispers before leaving your side to help Luca.

“How well do you think this is going to go, Duke?” you ask as you follow him into the living room.

“This is the only book that I could find seven copies of,” Luca explains as he dumps a bag of paperbacks on the coffee table.

“Bridgerton?” you read. “Luca, did you think maybe there was a reason there were so many?”

“It’s good enough for a TV show,” Street says.

He picks one up and begins reading the blurb on the back, and you watch his face go from curious to confused to disinterested and disgusted.

“Not good enough for a S.W.A.T. team,” you explain. “And now poor Street is scarred for life.”

“Good thing we’re not reading it,” Luca says. “They’re going to figure out far before they gain any interest in the book.”

Street shudders as he steps back from the books, and you laugh before returning to the kitchen. Luca is making dinner, but you claimed dessert and two different options are cooling on the counter. The doorbell rings and Street walks to the door as Luca arranges the books. You run into Luca’s bedroom to hide and wonder if Street will be able to keep a secret long enough to pull off the book club gag.

“Hey, Deac,” Luca greets. “Come on in.”

“Is your girlfriend here?” Deacon asks.

“How do you do that?” Street exclaims.

“Dude,” Luca sighs. “Yeah, she’s here.”

“The book club bit is a nice touch,” Deacon applauds. “Worst book you could have chosen though.”

“I agree,” Street says dramatically.

“Annie couldn’t finish these books.”

“Understandable.”

The doorbell rings again, and Deacon and Street quiet as the rest of 20 Squad enters the Luca/Street abode. With all of them talking over one another, you can’t tell how the conversation is going.

“Why is there an extra book?” Hondo asks. “Did you miscount for this joke or is that part of it?”

“No, there’s seven of us,” Luca answers.

“Me, you, Street, Tan, Deac, and Chris. That’s six, my man.”

“Plus, my girlfriend.”

Hondo, Tan, and Chris freeze. Luca expected a louder reaction, so the stunned silence is a surprise.

“Are we going to stand here in suspense, or do we get to meet her?” Deacon asks finally.

“Hi,” you say as you walk into the living room. “I’m-“

Halfway through your introduction, 20 Squad finds their voice again and Hondo, Chris, and Tan begin speaking over one another again to ask you questions. Street steps up and raises his hands to stop them.

“I can answer any questions you have about her. Because I’m a great roommate, and Luca’s best friend, and I already know her,” he says proudly.

“What’s her favorite book?” Luca asks.

“I can say with absolute certainty that it is not Bridgerton,” Street answers. He looks at you quickly to ask, “Right?”

“That is correct,” you affirm.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Deacon says as he shakes your hand. “Sorry Street was the welcome committee.”

“If I get to see Street, I get to see Duke, so it’s a win,” you tease.

“Okay, okay, let’s go back,” Hondo interjects. “How long have you been together?”

“Almost six months,” Luca replies.

“Six months? And we haven’t heard a thing? Luca, what did we do to deserve this?”

Luca glances at Chris, who is pulling you away from Deacon and talking so quickly you probably can’t understand anything.

“The interrogation I knew she’d get, mostly. No offense, Hondo, but when we’re all together it’s a lot to take in.”

“I get that, man, but you could have told us. We’re family.”

“I’m telling you now. With food.”

“Touché.”

“She’s going to be around for a long time, though,” Luca promises.

“I’m happy for you, man. Just let me know before you pop the question, would you?”

“I do have a ring,” Luca murmurs.

“Next book club, she ain’t here and we talk about that little piece of information,” Hondo declares before leaving Luca to join the small circle around you.

After everyone leaves, and you accept an invitation to join Annie and Deacon for dinner next week, you fall back on the couch and lean against Luca. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer to him.

“You were right. They’re a lot, but it’s clear that they care about you, Luca. I’m glad you have friends – family – like them,” you say.

“And now they’re yours,” Luca replies, “for as long as you stay with me.”

“I like that sound of that.”

Duke jumps onto the couch beside you, and you pet his head. Luca imagines how different this will be when you have a ring on your finger and smiles.

“There is just one thing I’d like you to do,” you request.

“Anything.”

“Pick a better book next time. Something by Michael Connelly or Doyle, anyone-“

Luca cuts you off with a kiss, and you both pretend not to hear Street tiptoe behind you to eat more brownies.

#hanna writes✯#dominique luca x reader #dominique luca #swat x reader #swat cbs #fem!reader

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chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet · 1 year

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Open Thread

Open to everyone - M/F

Relationship type - Friend, lover, spouse, colleague, ex partner.

Plot type - Drama, angst, smut with plot

Approved Kinks- Roleplay, objectication, breath play, knife play, BDSM, exhibitionism, scene play, dom and sub, sadism and machoism, edge play, CBT, impact play, rope bandage, fisting, pegging, orgasm control, dirty talk, nipple play, gags, praise kink, electrostimulation, whipping, wax play.

Plot - Luca has been secretly diagnosed with stomach cancer and he's decided that he's leaving SWAT and leaving LA, but he doesn't intend on telling anyone who is in his life. Convince him to stay and give him some hope because he may or may not get the treatment to fight it.

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Luca removed his bag from his locker and discreetly began removing the contents of his locker piece by piece so no one would notice, sighing softly as he jammed a few pictures into one of the pockets before zipping up the pocket. In a few weeks he would be gone and no one would know where he would end up because truthfully, he didn't know where he would end up. And since he was off the next day, he was planning on going home and getting shit faced drunk. Do drunk that he wouldn't be able to walk, talk or even think.

#swat rp #cbs swat #swat #open rp #open starter #open to all #swat cbs #swat 2017 #open thread #dominique luca #gay rp #gay smut rp #smut is ok #indie smut starter #indie rp.#indie open rp #indie crime rp #roleplay #indie kink rp

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writings-of-a-demigod · 8 months

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“I’m not a violent person” you said.

Street and Luca looked at each other in ‘are you kidding me look?’ Street started laughing while you looked at them with raised eyebrow and Luca trying to hide his smile.

“I’m sorry can you repeat that I swear I heard you say that you’re not a violent person” Street said while looking at you.

“Yeah that’s what I said I’m not a violent person” you repeated.

Luca started laughing louder now while Street looked at them a laughed to themselves in a quieter voice.

“Oh my god I swear they are trying to kill me” Luca said while holding his stomach.

You looked at them unamused “I’m not.”

Street looked at you dead in the eyes “I have a literal list to prove that you are a violent person.”

“bushh no you don’t” You said trying to walk ahead

“Oh really?” said Street “Look at my nose” He walked faster than you then stood right in front of you.

“You broke my nose because I opened a box that belonged to you” you rolled your eyes.

“Still not a violent person” you move around Street and kept walking.

“Oh I’m not done yet” Street followed thought while Luca was just watching the scene fold in front of his eyes.

“That time you punched me in the jaw. That other time you broke my arm oh and let’s not forget the time you pushed me down the stairs and broke my leg” Street was using his fingers to count you turned around and looked at him.

“You knew what was coming”

Street stared at you “Oh yeah what about the time you stabbed me in the shoulder.”

You scoffed “I didn’t stab you”

Street’s eyes winded “Right I just happened to walk into the knife you were holding.”

“Yeah you did” You replied.

“and what about the time you threatened to break all Luca’s fingers because they wanted to move that stupid machine?” Street folded his arms over his chest.

“That was a warning”

Street raised their eyebrow “what if I tell you that I will take that sword away from you?”

You got real close to Street’s face and said in a real quiet voice “Then I will break every bone in your body.”

Luca smiled “Said the nonviolent person” in a loud voice.

*gifs not mine*

#writings-of-a-demigod #SWAT imagines #s.w.a.t #s.w.a.t imagines #jim street #dominique luca #jim street x reader #luca x reader

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brinleyparke · 3 months

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Luca: What's a word that's a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Deacon: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated, ...

Street: Smad.

#incorrect quotes #swat 2017 #incorrect swat quotes #swat cbs #swat #incorrect swat #swat incorrect quotes #incorrect s.w.a.t. quotes #s.w.a.t cbs #s.w.a.t.#jim street #dominique luca #david deacon kay #deacon kay

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thekennyjohnson · 5 months

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Another crappy little gifset to make myself smile. SWAT Season 1, Episode 1. Luca.

#luca #dominique luca #kenny johnson #SWAT #cbs swat #swat cbs #kj

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solesommerso · 11 months

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hello! could you write a luca x reader where they are part of swat and he is closest to them (apart from street) so he is very protective of them and then you can decide what happens from there. im so sorry it’s not a lot to go on!! 🧡

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|| dominique luca x reader

summary: what if reader went to meet Marcos with Luca instead of Street

warnings: spoilers for 6x22, reader being injured

You groan in pain as you try and stretch your leg out, the bandages wrapped around where the shrapnel got stuck in your thigh are already starting to itch. You go to reach to at least pat the area but your wrist is caught before you can, a frown on Lucas face as he sits beside you.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, eyes ducked away from you and shoulders hunched in as though you’d be mad at him. It makes your heart hurt, none of this was his fault, you both had hoped Marcos was going to sign the deal and accept the help. Nobody could’ve predicted him setting you two up.

“It’s not your fault Dom.” His head lifts to turn his glossy eyes towards you. He looks so defeated, if you two weren’t still on the clock you would’ve thrown yourself into his chest by now. He’s always been on the touchy side, it makes him happy, comforts him, you wish you could give him that now. Instead you settle on take his hand with a firm squeeze.

“I should’ve protected you, covered you and— .” You cut him off swiftly and shake your head. He gets protective and that’ll never change, but god you don’t need him blaming himself for this mess.

“And I’m fine, a little cut on my leg isn’t going to kill me.” It’s more than a ‘little cut’ and Hicks will no doubt put you on desk duty for the next two weeks till your stitches heal, but Luca doesn’t need to hear that right now.

“Still. I had so much faith in Marcos and maybe it made me a little blind, maybe I should’ve seen—.” You stop him again.

“Stop blaming yourself. You always have trust in people, see the best in them, I could never be mad at you for that. It’s one of the reasons I love you, I’d never want it to change.” Dominique grips your hand tighter as you let your head fall to his shoulder with a sigh, allowing yourself to indulge in the peace of the moment you’re sure will be burst any second now. You’ll savor it as long as you can.

#writing #dominique luca x reader #luca x reader #dominique luca #dl

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fluentmoviequoter · 2 months

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Reassurances

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Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!reader

Summary: Luca's fellow S.W.A.T. members tease him for dating someone who is younger and out of his league. Though he knows they mean well, sometimes he needs your reassurances.

Warnings: brief angst, insecurities, teasing, fluffy comfort!!

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

A/N: Luca deserves all the love!!! He gives the best hugs in the world, I just know it. (Sorry if he's OOC, this is my first time writing for him, but I will be adding him to my character list if anyone has more requests for him!)

“Luca! Your daught- sorry, your girlfriend’s here, cradle robber!” Rocker calls when he sees you.

“Knock it off, Rocker,” Hondo replies, turning to Luca to add, “The brainwashed model is here.”

“Guys,” Deacon chides. “Take it easy.”

“Thank you, Deac,” you say, waving as you walk past them to the situation room.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” Luca asks, pulling you into a hug.

“Just wanted to see you. I was in the neighborhood,” you answer, practically melting at Luca's touch.

“You’re sure everything’s okay?” he checks, pulling back to look at your face.

Smiling as you look into his icy blue eyes, you nod.

“Oh, I got you something while I was out this morning,” you remember. “Want it now or later?”

Luca’s gaze flits over your shoulder, looking at his team and a few members of 50-David not so inconspicuously watching you. “Later sounds good.”

“Luca,” you say quietly, “you know they’re just teasing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Forcing a smile back on his face, Luca returns his full attention to you. “What else do you have planned today?”

“Not much. I’m probably gonna go sit at your house and wait for you to get home.”

Luca chews the inside of his bottom lip, debating if he should tell you that you can do whatever you want and that you don’t have to make special trips to see him.

“Hey,” you say, tapping his chest. “I want to see you. But if you’re busy, that’s fine.”

“No, ‘s not that, just…”

“Luca, I want to.”

Luca nods, his eyes and smile dropping as you approach him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you squeeze him tightly.

“Okay, I get it,” he says through a laugh, tapping your back.

“I’ll see you tonight, then?” you ask, tilting your chin to catch his eyes.

“See you tonight,” he assures, rubbing between your shoulder blades.

As you exit S.W.A.T. HQ, you’re glad Rocker left already. 20-David’s teasing is clearly all in good fun, but Rocker always takes it too far, instilling doubts in Luca. You will never grow tired of reminding him that you love him, want him, and will choose him over and over for the rest of your life, but sometimes you want to put the other S.W.A.T. members in their place.

✯✯✯✯✯

While you get comfortable at Luca’s house, he counts the minutes until he can pull you into his arms again.

“Big plans tonight?” Deacon asks.

“Just a night in,” Luca answers.

“Only option at your age, isn’t it?” Street jokes.

Luca doesn’t reply, and Street looks at Tan. The rest of 20-David shake their heads at each other, acknowledging that they took it a step too far.

“Luca, I didn’t-“ Street begins.

“It’s good,” Luca answers, closing his locker. “See you tomorrow, guys.”

“Bye, Luca,” Deacon calls. He turns toward Hondo, who shrugs.

“We may need to lay off him for a few days,” Hondo suggests.

“Trouble in paradise?” Rocker asks as he enters the locker room. “She remember there’s guys who don’t need to early bird discount?”

When no one replies, Rocker raises his head and asks, “Is he okay?”

“We don’t know,” Street answers, looking at Luca’s locker. “But he has to be. If he’s not, it’s our fault.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The door opens, and you rush to greet Luca, wrapping your arms around him as he closes the door. You know something is wrong when his arms don’t immediately circle you.

“Luca,” you say softly, pushing your fingers through his hair, disturbing the gel he put in it this morning. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head, his shoulders lowered and drawn toward each other.

“Do you want to sit with me for a while? I, for one, could use some good company.”

“You could get better company,” Luca whispers.

Sighing, you wrap your hands around Luca’s arm, leading him to the couch. After you push him to sit, you turn toward the kitchen to get him a drink, but his hand leaps up and catches your wrist. The questioning look in his eye, like he thinks you are leaving him, is enough to break your heart. Kneeling before the couch, you raise your hands to Luca’s cheeks.

“Look at me?” you request.

When he lifts his tired, glassy eyes to you, you silence. You’re not immune to insecurities - no one really is - but seeing Luca questioning you and your relationship like this is especially painful.

“You’re all I’ll ever want,” you promise. “I will choose you, Luca, every single day.”

Luca shakes his head, and you gently press your hands against his cheeks as you comfort him.

“You wanna know something about me?” Luca’s gaze raises back to your face, and you say, “I could marry you right now.”

Sniffling, Luca leans closer to you. Moving your hands down to either side of his neck, you lean between his knees, pressing your weight into the couch.

“The guys,” Luca begins, taking a shaky breath. “I know they’re just teasing, but they’re right about so much, you know?”

“No, I don’t. Tell me what you think they’re right about.”

“You’re too young for me, way out of my league… You could do better than me.”

“Can I ask a question, and promise not to take it the wrong way?”

Luca shrugs, and you crack a small smile.

“You have to at least say you’ll try,” you add.

“I’ll try.”

“Why’s it bothering you so much today? Some days you roll with the punches, and joke with them. Today was different, though. Did something change?”

Dropping his chin, Luca presses his face against your arm beside his jaw.

“It’s me, right?” you ask. “You realized you’re in way better shape than me, that this whole time you’ve been out of my league.”

“What?” Luca mumbles against your forearm.

“I mean, you work out all the time for work, chasing down bad guys and jumping out of helicopters. You got tired of my joints cracking every time I stand up, right?”

“That’s ridiculous,” Luca says with a chuckle.

“Exactly.”

Luca shakes his head, and you wipe a stray tear from his cheek. You stand, keeping your hands on him as a tangible promise that you’re not going anywhere. Luca looks up at you from the couch, following your movement.

“I mean it,” you reiterate, “I could marry you right now. Dressed like this, and that’s saying a lot.”

Dressed in a stretched-out t-shirt that once belonged to Luca and your favorite, comfiest bottoms, you hope you’re getting your point across.

“How are you not tired of me yet?” Luca asks. “We have this conversation too often.”

“I don’t mind telling you how I feel. Luca, I love you, and I will scream it from the rooftops… maybe not this rooftop because you moved to a neighborhood filled with known gangs.”

You sigh as Luca finally returns your hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing a hand under your shirt to press against your back.

“Tell me,” you murmur.

“I know you love me,” he answers. Moving his hand further up your spine, he adds, “And I love you.”

You smile, turning to sit beside Luca. He leans against you, his eyes stuck to yours as he smiles.

“Don’t ever listen to Rocker, he’s an idiot. I don’t know how he got married before you.”

“Maybe he’s the one that brainwashed somebody.”

Chuckling, you agree with Luca before remembering the surprise you got him. Moving out from underneath him, you disappear into the guest bedroom, and when you reemerge, Luca is watching for you.

“It’s not much,” you begin, “but I got you this.”

Luca pulls you back onto the couch before extending his hand. You lay the small package in his palm, turning to watch him open it.

As Luca removes the paper hiding the gift, you realize you are the lucky one in this relationship regardless of what he thinks about who is out of whose league.

Luca moves his hand to catch the two toys that fall toward his lap. Turning them over, he smiles as he looks at the diecast cars.

“Is this supposed to be Black Betty?” he asks, raising the vintage Hot Wheels S.W.A.T. van.

“I saw it and thought of you. Like I said it’s not much, but-“

“It’s perfect,” Luca interjects. “You’re perfect.”

Leaning toward him, you take the van from his hand so he can examine the matching police car.

“You deserve nice things, Luca,” you remind him. “And you deserve to be happy with whoever you want, no matter what your team says.”

Luca nods, setting the cars on the table before pulling you into his arms. He doesn’t always have the words to say, but his actions and everything he does for you show you that he loves you and wants you, even when thinking he doesn’t deserve you.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you walk into S.W.A.T. HQ the next week, after receiving a less-than-informative text from Luca, you cross your fingers that any teasing he encounters won’t push him as far as last time.

“Somebody get a chair lift for Luca! He needs to get to another level before she realizes she left him behind!” Street yells when he sees you.

Luca hears the commotion as Tan and Hondo join in on the teasing and rushes out to meet you. He hugs you, keeping an arm around your shoulders as he leads you toward the situation room.

“What’s it like dating someone who’s so far out of your league?” Rocker asks, a teasing smile on his face.

“At least we have standards and didn’t scrape the bottom of the dating barrel,” Luca replies, “but that’s more of your thing, right?”

Rocker’s jaw drops, and you press your lips together to stifle a laugh. 20-David, however, doesn’t try to hide their amusement, turning their teasing to Rocker as they follow him out of the ring.

“That was unexpected,” you say, smiling as Luca continues walking again.

“Still want to marry me?”

“Of course,” you answer without hesitation. “Wait, right now?”

Luca raises his brows, smiling as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Not what I meant, but why not? You’re all I’ll ever want.”

Luca cups your jaw, and you whisper, “Reassurances are my job.”

#dominique luca x reader #dominique luca #swat cbs #requests #fem!reader

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chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet · 1 year

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Open Starter (Females only)

Open to Everyone (Mutuals and Non- Mutuals)

Connection - Friend, ex girlfriend, ex wife, colleague, ex lover, lover, sister of colleague.

Plot - Luca has returned home to find his wife in bed with another man and during a confrontation with her, she's lashed out and injured him (isn't the first time) and demanding a divorce and reveals that their expected child isn't his. But the female coming to his rescue, he ends up putting the moves on her.

Trigger warnings - Domestic violence, affairs, violence, angst and drama.

Luca had found himself in a bar, sporting a busted lip and a black eye as he held the glass of ice to his head and finished another beer. He could smell her perfume as soon as she walked into the bar and it got stronger as she drew closer, not even bothering to look up at her. "This you coming to say i told you so?"

#open rp #swat rp #open starter #open to all #swat cbs #swat 2017 #open thread #dominique luca #indie rp.#indie crime rp #indie roleplay #smut rp #indie smut starter #angsty verse #angst rp #angst

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almostluckydragon · 11 months

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Comfort (Luca x reader)

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

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

He looked up at me, smiling sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

He sighs.

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

"That's..." I started.

"She didn't get the part."

I frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

He looked down at my hands settled in his lap.

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

He looked up at me, frowning slightly.

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

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

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

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

I pulled him up and held his face.

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

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

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

#dominique luca #swat imagine #luca x reader

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imaginingyourfandom · 1 year

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

You didn’t often have anxiety attacks

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

You had your own strategies to get through one

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

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

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

Get you a glass of water afterwards

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

He would ask how he could support you in the future

You would kiss and hug him for being so understanding

#s.w.a.t.#s.w.a.t imagine #swat #swat imagine #luca #luca imagine #dominique luca #dominique luca imagne #imagine #imaginingyourfandom

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abbatoirablaze · 10 months

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S.W.A.T, The Letter, Dominique Luca

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, mentions of being blown up/bombs, mention of tortured victims.

Baby,

If you’re reading this letter, then you know something happened to me.

And not a good something.

I know I always told you that if I handed you papers, it would be because we’d be signing for a place on the beach and then following that up by making some beautiful blonde babies that would undoubtedly be future SWAT. But I’m sorry if you ever have to read this one.

So, I’ll tell you in this everything that I always wanted to say…even if I couldn’t really voice it in the right ways.

You’re the only person I ever want to finish a Call of Duty campaign with.

You’re the one I want to wake up to in the morning…even if it’s at three am because you read that the waves are going to be amazing by five but be trash the rest of the day.

You’re the only woman I ever wanted to give up being a bachelor for.

I know that there is a matching letter in your locker, and that it’s addressed to me…but god, the only thing that scares me in this world is that one day I’ll have to read it.

You’re amazing.

And fearless.

And I know that I will never love another woman, and have never loved another woman, as much as I love you.

Nikki…

You are my everything.

Dominique

“Hey there…” Luca nearly jumped out of his spot at the island. The pencil cracked in half due to the tension that he’d been putting on it. The brunette smiled and him, hiding a little laugh behind her hand, “wh-what was that Dominique?”

“No-nothing!” he said quickly, as though he was trying to shield the woman that he loved from the superstitious act, “what are you doing?”

“That doesn’t look like ‘nothing,’ Dominique…” she said slowly, taking a few steps forward until she was firmly in the grub room. Her chin tilted up and she noticed the hardened letters on the envelope beside the piece of paper. She added up everything in her head, and her eyes met with that of her boyfriend’s, “Dominique…”

“I-I saw your letter in the top of your locker the other day when we were leaving!” he admitted, stuttering over the admission, “I-I’ve been thinking about writing you one for months…but I-I couldn’t-I didn’t want to think-“

She took a few more steps forward, and he stopped speaking when her hand reached out and stroked his forearm, “Luca…stop…you don’t have to explain it…”

He felt the tears lining his eyes; his emotions feeling like too much all piling on as he looked from between her and the paper, “i-I wanted to…”

“It’s okay…”

“Okay…”

Dominique,

I’m writing this letter to you on our four-month anniversary together. And trust me when I say I hope I’m not writing this in vain. It would suck if we split, and I had this letter in my locker until the end of time…because we both know how well I do when it comes to cleaning up.

But I wanted to write this.

I love you.

There’s no other way to say it…no way to get around it.

I know we’re both terrified of commitment, but somehow, both of us have made it this far into a relationship. And I don’t want to hold it back anymore.

I always remember you making jokes about how you’ll never get married, but lately, I haven’t heard you saying that. Instead, all I hear you telling me is that if you ever hand me papers, they won’t be for anything other than signing for a place on the beach.

And then you always say we’ll be as close to marriage as either one of us could stand because we’ll follow it up with some blonde swat babies…but lets be honest.

I’m Asian.

We’re never having blonde children.

But they will have my kickass genetics…and yours too I guess…so they’ll be as close to perfect as humanly possible.

I want you to know something more though. All jokes aside, if you’re reading this, then something happened to me.

And I wish that it didn’t…but it did.

But I wouldn’t change a second of what we have. I wouldn’t change a second of who I am. Because it’s what makes us work so well. I’m only sad by the thought that we won’t get to live up to those promises we made each other. Sad that we won’t be able to catch waves in the early morning…making love under the stars…going to Koreatown and arguing over who has the best bulgogi…for the record it’s me…when I’m making it in our place…

As you would say, ‘we’re both honorary Koreans at heart.’ All joking aside, I have to say it again. Dominique…

I love you.

Never forget me.

Nikki.

“You okay, Luca?”

Luca sniffled, a tear sliding down his cheek and onto the aged paper. He tried to nod his head, but all that came out was a choked sounding sob. Hondo went to step forward, but Buck held his arm out, stopping him.

“I had a ring…” Luca admitted tearfully after a few minutes of silence. He dropped the paper, his hand reaching into his pocket as he shakily tried to pull the box from his tactical pants, “I-I told myself that I was going to propose when she got back from the mission today, but-“

He couldn’t finish his sentence. He broke down, sobbing against the velvet box that he’d shakily managed to show the guys.

Deac felt his heart wrenching in his chest.

The man who acted more like a frat boy had wanted to settle down with a fellow SWAT officer from another team, but in the instant of one mission, his dreams had evaporated. She’d played hero had had attempted to get to a victim and save them before the building exploded.

Deac thought about his own letter that he had sitting in his own locker in case something were to happen to him. His pregnant wife would be alone.

He felt tears building up behind his own eyes.

“Luca…”

“Sh-she was going to take on the job of Captain,” he sniffled once more “she was just talking to Cortez about it this morning. We-we were talking about getting our little place on the beach and she’d be behind a desk. We’d have it on easy street while she popped out a whole litter of baby Luca’s.”

“We’re sorry for your loss, Luca…” the commander of their group, Buck Spivey commented as he gave the young man a sad look, “Nguyen was a great commander…first female SWAT officer and team leader…was set to be the first captain.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he sobbed, looking up at his teammates and friends, “why did she stay in the building?”

“The vic was crucified to the wall,” Spivey admitted, “she was trying to get him down…told the rest of her guys to evacuate the building! But you know her…she’d never leave a soul behind if she could help it.”

“I was going to marry her!” he cried, dropping the velvety box to the ground as he began sobbing into his hands, “we were supposed to have a future together.”

#SWAT #s.w.a.t.#s.w.a.t imagine #s.w.a.t cbs #dominique luca #luca

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