#John Nolan x reader

[jamiedc-they-them]

Please a The Rookie Tim Bradford x Shy!Adopted!Daughter!Reader? Where it’s her senior year and she’s a cheerleader and she’s doing her senior solo cheer and the stations there (Angela, Wesley, Nyla, James, Wade, Luna, Lucy, Aaron, Celina) and this is their first reaction to her cheer (her cheer can be this one: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYognBE1/) and they’re cheering her on and you can finish the rest

Family Matters (Platonic)

Summary: Lucy likes to think she knows Tim at least a little, he is dating her best friend after all. However, what she learns is not something she ever expected.

Notes: Sorry to the requester as I think some of the other characters you mentioned come in later in the show, I'm only up to Season 2 Episode 6. Apologies!

Also, I'm from the UK and also very tired so I apologise if anything about cheer is wrong :)

Lucy knew Isabel was hard for Tim, a spot to not bring up. But, something was eating at him today. It wasn't anger, more...dare she say it? Nervous to him today.

He kept looking at his watch. Even Angela seemed to lighten up a bit with their friendly teasing.

Lucy didn't pressure him, though. So, she kept it casual, keeping their conversations how they normally would, when Tim's phone went off. He had put it in the holder, letting the audio book she recorded for him play as they went on patrol.

"It's Angela," Lucy said, picking up the phone, eyes going confused when she read the text - well, she only read the first part, when it was snatched from her grasp.

"Uh-uh," Tim said. His strict TO voice coming through, but also something else. Something like his look this morning.

"Sorry," Lucy said, hands going up.

"Relax, boot," he said, voice softening a little - ever so little, and yet she still picked up on it. See, she did know him at least, "I ain't gonna arrest you."

She snorted, despite herself, "just never seen someone so defensive over a phone before."

"Look, today's not the day, alright?" he said, sharpness coming back. He looked at her, and she saw a silent plead in his eyes.

"Of course, sir," she said. Then again, curiosity and all that --

"Who's Y/N?" it slipped out before she could even help it.

He looked at her again, this time a look she hadn't seen in his eyes since...well, maybe ever:

Life. Love. Hope.

"She's my daughter," he said.

Her eyes widened.

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You loved your parents, both of them. You knew what had happened with your mother, your father had told you as gently as he could.

You just hoped that she would be able to make her way out of her addiction. You wanted her to be ok.

She was getting there, taking actual steps to do so.

You would go see her, one day. Your dad had told you that she was ok with that, only wanting to go see her when you were ready.

As for you? You threw yourself into your cheer team.

You had a natural talent for it when younger, and your father had supported you with all he had.

However, as things took a turn, you and him ended up going a bit further into work and hobbies.

You weren't estranged, you still spoke and had parent and child bonding times of watching films. It was just more difficult as you both tried to deal with everything changing.

Tonight was a special performance, a solo cheer that you were doing. You had been doing all you could to practice for it. A chance to prove yourself.

You had been texting your aunt, as you knew your dad didn't like to use his phone much when at work.

She had assured you that herself and some of the others would be there, but that most importantly he would be there.

The other people in your cheer place were nice, friendly and fully got you for you. You didn't talk that much, preferred to be in the background - not that it was a bad thing of course, pieces to a puzzle and all - but they and your coach convinced you to do this solo.

So, you looked at the crowd before the game.

You took a breath, as one of your team mates can up to you, taking you away from the curtain to try help with your nerves.

Your friends were great, but you wanted your family.

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Lucy now knew why Tim had taken a half shift that day. She knew why Angela had texted him. She knew why he was more on edge than usual.

He wanted to make sure he made it.

"Hey, we ain't having you miss this," Angela promised back at the station, putting a hand on Tim's shoulder as he sat on the corner of a desk, arms folded and staring at his watch every few moments.

A hard half-day had been the last thing he wanted. It had wasted time, even if he made people safe.

"We still need to book this guy," he said, looking to the criminal him and Lucy had brought in for...god, he was so distracted today. He'd missed things like this before, but this one he knew was special from what you had said about it when he got home from work.

He stood up, putting his face in his hands. Sure, he didn't like being as vulnerable as this at work, especially in front of rookies, but from the look Nolan gave him when he met his eyes for a minute, right now it didn't matter about work or ranks, it was a family matter.

"I can book him," Nolan even offered.

It was kind, but Tim waved him off, "she'd want to meet all of you, especially you new rookies. Just..." he looked back at them all, "just...she's a bit shy, ok? So don't like, pressure her to talk or anything."

Nolan was dead serious with the shake of his head, "oh, no, I wouldn't dream of it, sir."

Tim had a growing respect for Nolan, and this was just another reason to add to that list.

"Officer Bradford," Sergeant Grey said as he joined them all, "you are aware that we have other officers here and that this precinct isn't just you all, correct?"

"Of course, sir," Tim said, the others also nodding.

Grey nodded, sly smile, "so why are you all acting like we can't get another officer to book this man in, thus letting us all go and see Y/N's cheer?"

"You're coming?" Tim said and Lucy didn't think she could ever see him so happy.

"Course I'm coming," Grey said like it was obvious, "I've seen that girl grow up, Tim. I'm the favourite uncle."

"Wouldn't you be the gran--"

"Something you'd like to add, Officer Nolan?" Grey asked, eyebrow raised as he pretended not to hear that.

Nolan shook his head instantly, then coughing from Nyla hitting him with her elbow, "no sir."

Grey nodded, "just what I thought. Now," he said, looking at the rest of them before nodding to Tim, "lead the way, Officer Bradford."

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You took a final breath, your team giving you silent support before you walked onto field, to the centre. Your team hyped you on from the background, all eyes on you.

And so, you began.

You looked at the crowd for a moment, stumbling slightly but managing to catch yourself before anyone noticed.

You looked back to your team, joining in with your chants and pointed subtely.

There they were, old and new faces.

And right in the middle of them? Tim Bradford, your father.

He was clapping, everyone else joining in, both in rhythm and in the chants.

Just like that, it was over.

You all went to the sidelines, and the game went on.

It went by like a flash.

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After it, you got changed and made your way out, but was swept up in a hug by your father, "there she is!" he said, his guard completely down, "you were amazing, sweetheart!"

You giggled, hugging him close.

"Y/N," he said, putting hand on your shoulder and gesturing for the others to come over, "I'd like you to meet Lucy Chen, my boot; John Nolan, Nyla's boot - previously Bishop's - and Jackson West, Angela's boot."

Lucy came forward, beaming smile and hand outstretched, eager to meet you. You clasped her hand gently, shaking it.

"Hi! It's so good to meet you! You were amazing out there! Tim, I'll send you some photos later and oh, sorry --" she said, knowing she was rambling.

"It - it's ok," you assured. Her smile grew more, before she stepped back, letting her friends go forward as well.

"I agree with Lucy," the older one said, holding out his hand, "John Nolan, pleasure," he had a parental feeling to him that made you feel safe, that he got that you wanted this to be quick.

"Pleasure, ma'am," Jackson said, hand outstretched, "and I concur, you were incredible. You should be proud."

You nodded, giggling a bit before turning to your aunt, "he always this serious."

Angela shrugged, "I'm trying to tire it out of him. We only did a half day, remember?"

You nodded, "...right."

She came over, hugging you before ruffling your hair - something she'd done since you were young, even if now in your late teens, "I'll get there. 'sides, he's a good guy. All three are."

You nodded, "I know, I know," you said.

"I gotta say," Grey said, "that was some cheer. You've grown a lot, Y/N."

"Thank you gr-uncle Grey," you said, looking to your dad who gave you a wink: nice save.

"Hi, Wesley," a man in a suit said.

You shook his hand, eyes coming to life more as you looked back at your aunt, "ah, so this will be my uncle-in-law."

He went red at that, Angela letting out a laugh and cough at that.

She looked to Tim, "traitor!"

Tim raised his hands, "hey, you know the rules when it comes to family -"

"'No secrets', yeah Bradford, I remember," Angela said, rolling her eyes fondly. You did clock how she held Wesley's hand after that.

You looked to Nyla, giving a smile and approaching with hands together.

"You must be the new TO," you said, "I know you're still getting used to being back from undercover. So, I understand if just a hello is ok for now. But, I hope I can get to know you more?"

Nyla smiled softly, "perceptive, aren't you?" she said in a soft tone, "ever thought about being an officer?"

You shook your head, "I'll leave that to you guys. I think I'd prefer just a simple life, however I can."

Nyla nodded, "understood. But, keep that sharp eye of yours."

You tilted your head, looking at her and then at Nolan, "do you both have kids?"

They nodded, "a son, Henry," Nolan said.

"A daughter. Quite a bit younger than you," Nyla said, "I don't know what she wants to be yet, she's still learning. But, and don't tell anyone else this," she said, leaning down a bit, "I might just start bringing up cheer more after seeing moves like that."

You smiled, nodding, before making a zipping motion to your mouth.

You went back to your dad, who put an arm around your shoulder.

This was your family, with new additions.

They loved you for who you were.

Your dad knew you worried. You always would. But, you also had friends to help ground you, just as he did.

Neither of you were alone.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey girl hey, I definitely haven’t been stalking your masterlist (I have 👀) but I saw that you updated and said you’d write for the rookie!!!! Anyways I’m like in love with John Nolan which I know is so unpopular (sorry Tim) and I was wondering if you’d write a short little fic about the reader dating John and her being into the whole cop thing and so he agrees to roleplay and adorableness ensues

Daddy Cop || John Nolan x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist  • tim bradford fic ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: you go to visit john at work and see him in uniform for the first time

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mild language, reader has a thing for cops?

a/n: omg girlie you crack me up, stalk me anytime you want (except, you know, not in real life—for your own sake, i mean my internet search history is better left un-stalked)!! anyways i’m happy to give u the nolan content u deserve 🤭 i don’t write smut but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless!!

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     “Hi, I’m here to see Officer Nolan.”

     You smiled at the man sitting at the front desk of the Los Angeles Police Department. He looked up from his computer and gave you a smile of his own—or, it would have been a smile if he was sitting upside down. 

     “I’ll send him right out,” he said with mock-enthusiasm, sighing and picking up a phone before speaking into it. “We have a visitor here for Officer Nolan.”

     “Tell him it’s his girlfriend,” you blurted out, clutching the backpack in your hands tighter.

     The man just rolled his eyes at you. “That guy actually has a girlfriend? Color me shocked.”

     You opened your mouth to defend Nolan, but the man just held out a hand and gestured to a seat across from the desk.

     You sighed. “Thank you Officer—”

     You looked at his name plate. 

     “—Smitty.”

     “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said sarcastically. 

     Ok, you thought, so not everyone enjoys their job here. You sat down and put John’s backpack on your lap as you waited for him to come down.

     He didn’t exactly know you were here. You and John had begun dating a few months ago and you’d yet to visit his place of work—there hadn’t been a reason to. 

     Until now. John had spent the previous night at your place, and in his rush to get to his shift on time that morning, he’d left his backpack at your apartment. 

     Which was what brought you to the L.A.P.D—well, that, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little curious about what John did when he wasn’t with you.

     “(Y/n)?”

     Upon hearing your name, you spun around, finding your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

     “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked.

    You walked over to where John stood, bridging the gap between you. “I’m fine, just here to make a delivery.”

    You took in Nolan’s attire. You’d always had a thing for cops—but seeing John in his uniform was an entirely new experience. You were momentarily speechless as you noted how the material hugged his frame. 

     “What?” Nolan asked, amused.

     “Nothing,” you blushed at getting caught staring. “I—here.”

     You held out Nolan’s backpack. 

     “You just saved me from a very embarrassing—and very pant-less—walk out of here,” He said, taking it from you. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

     “Anytime,” you said, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you back, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Besides, now I get to see where you work.”

     John pulled back, looking down at you. “Speaking of work, I should get back to it.”

     “But I just got here,” you pouted. 

     “I know, and I love you, but my TO is going to be furious if I don’t get back to the shop in—”

     He checked his watch.

     “—7 minutes.”

     “So you have 7 minutes?” You said playfully.

     “Well, yes, I suppose I do,” John smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

     You dragged your finger along his forearm. 

     “Aren’t you gonna show me around?” You asked him innocently.

     “I—I’m not really sure if that’s proper procedure,” John said, running a hand down your arm. “You’d have to fill out a visitor’s form and—”

     “That’s a shame,” you whispered, your finger tracing patterns on his chest. “I was just thinking how sexy you looked in your uniform.”

     John blanched.

     “On second thought, I’m sure the watch commander wouldn’t mind if you just peeked in.”

     John grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and across a hall, stopping in an empty room marked ‘Interrogation’. 

     “No one’s using this room?” You asked him, looking around. 

     “We are,” Nolan smiled. “Unless you actually want a tour of the station?” 

     “Maybe some other day,” you said, pushing Nolan up against a wall.

     “Well then,” Nolan said with a smirk, looking down at you. “I’m all yours.”

     He kissed you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You wrapped your arms around him. 

     “So, you’re into the cop thing, huh?” Nolan asked between kisses. 

     “Guess so,” you breathed. 

     “Well, you just made all of the long days at the academy worth it,” John teased. 

      “I’m glad,” you said. “And what was the academy like? You never talk about your job.”

     “It was tough but rewarding,” John said honestly, kissing your cheek. “You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff I’ve seen out there. Think of the academy as practice for all of it.”

      “You want some more practice?” You asked, biting your lip. “For when you’re back on the streets, busting perps.”

     “Yeah we don’t actually say—you know what, never mind. We’ll talk about the amount of cop shows you watch later.”

     “Are you going to arrest me or not,” you pouted. “I’m getting away. You don’t want to let me escape, do you?”     

   “Of course not. In that case,” he said, deepening his voice. “I’m going to have to take you in.”

     “What am I under arrest for?” You batted your lashes at him. “Tax fraud? Failure to appear in court? Violation of penal code 504? 

     “A 504 is actually the crime of tampering with a vehicle so that doesn’t really apply—”

     You raised an eyebrow at him.

     “Right, shutting up,” Nolan said, “How am I doing? I ruined it, didn’t I?” 

    You giggled. It was adorable how serious he was taking this. “Not at all.”

     “Let me try again,” Join said, pulling out his handcuffs and spinning them around one finger. “I meant, you’re under arrest for stealing my heart and looking so damn good in those pants. Better?” 

     You smacked him in the arm. “Much.”

     He leaned in to kiss you again but you were interrupted by a voice that filled the room. 

     “I hope you turned your body cam off when we got back to the station.” 

     You and John broke apart. You heard the handcuffs clang as they hit the floor. You followed Nolan’s gaze up to a speaker on the wall. 

    “Bishop,” he mouthed, then pointed. “One way mirror.”

     You bit your lip to stop the smile threatening to take over your face. You knew you should feel chastised, but you could only be amused and thrilled at the situation. 

    “I—yes,” Nolan called out. “I—I’ll be right out.”

    “Please, take your time!” The voice—Bishop—said. 

     John’s brow furrowed. “Really?” 

     “No!” Bishop yelled. “You better get your ass out here before I give you a blue page.”

     “Yes ma’am!” Nolan shouted back, before leaning closer to you and whispering, “That’s serious, I really should go. But we had our fun.”

     You smiled, mischief in your eyes. “Not enough fun.”

     “I’m almost afraid to ask what that means,” John said, pulling you closer.

     “Nothing, just—maybe you could, um, bring that uniform home sometime,” you replied. 

     “I’ll see what I can do,” John winked, leaning in to kiss you one last time. “See you tonight.”

     “I’m looking forward to it,” you said. You let go of his hand and his other hand was just on the handle of the door when the speaker crackled to life with Bishop’s voice. 

     “Nolan.”

     John turned back around. 

     “Yes ma’am?”

     “Bring the handcuffs with you. You may need them for an actual crime.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed darlings!! now that i’ve officially waded into a new fandom, maybe expect more the rookie fics in the future? is this the official promo for my tim fic coming out soon? 🫢🎀

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riding john nolan’s face is all i can think about rn

John Nolan x AFAB!gn!reader

A/N: Little John Nolan drabble. Sorry for any mistakes. Not proofread. Gendered language used only for genitalia, but otherwise gender neutral reader.

Ohhh he's definitely into servicing you in the bedroom. Your pleasure comes before his constantly, and that often means eating you out. He loves it, the way you call his name as he's knuckle deep inside you, eating your pussy like a starved man.

"Taste so good, honey," He murmers into you, nose rubbing against your clit as he licks up into you. You don't even have to ask before he's practically begging you to sit on his face.

He lays down, a smirk on his lips. "A little change in position. Your new seat is right here." He chuckles, pinting to his face. You playfully roll your eyes, but waste no time in climbing on. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down until you're fully sat before he goes straight for the big shot. You gasp, then moan as he sucks on your clit, his hands sneaking to knead your ass, encouraging you to grind down on his face. He groans up into you, letting out hums of approval as he feasts on his favorite meal. Your hands fly to his head, unable to get a good grip on his short hair. He licks up into once more until your grinding your clit against his nose, moans falling from you mouth. You call his name as he guides you to your release, coaxing it out with his mouth. His efforts are consistent as he watches your every move, finding exactly what buttons to press. He reaches a hand up to gently pinch your nipple, twiddling the hardening bud.

The buildup was nearly non-existent as you felt your orgasm come crashing over you, his hands gripping your hips as he continued devouring you, dragging out the waves of release. He made sure to lap up every drop, your legs still trembling as he laid you on your back. He kissed your neck, gently bringing you down from the high as his fingers gently played with your cunt. He light brushed over your folds, giving your clit the ever so slightest touch as he did.

"How'd that feel, hun?" He asked, knowing damn well exactly hiw good he'd made you feel. He just likes to hear it from your own mouth.

"Fucking. Incredible." You breathed out, turning over to kiss him. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as you pulled him deeper. He pulled back, a stupid, cocky grin on his face as he climbed on top of you.

"Mm, someone's still eager." He chuckled, unbuttoning his pants to pull his hard cock out. "Got myself a greedy one, huh?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer to him by your hips, ready to give you exactly what you needed.

[xxchumanixx]

Can we get Tim and Nolan Reader like you did with Gray Reader

Daisies

Tim Bradford x Nolan!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, implied age gap, established relationship

Word count: tba

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I hope you'll like it! I for sure do. I know it's really short, but I'm a little on edge and restless at the moment, about to get my exam results on Wednesday.

Wish me luck!

Enjoy!

"It's not what it looks like!"

Maybe that wasn't exactly the most clever thing to say, when Tim Bradford - your boyfriend - was standing in front of your father who just opened the front door, bearing daisies.

Your favorite.

There was only one problem: your father didn't know you were having a boyfriend - especially not one of his colleagues, his superior Sargeant.

"Sargeant Bradford!" your father stuttered in surprise, eyes wide, as they went from him to the daisies in his hands and back.

Your cheeks grew beet red, whilst Tim's mouth was agape, eyes as wide as your father's.

He clearly didn't expect him to be home.

"Nolan!" he gave back, desperately searching for the right words. "I didn't- I mean-" His eyes found yours, pleading for some help.

John's eyes followed Tim's, only then realizing what the hell was going on.

"It's not what it looks like?" he repeated your words, eyes widening more in utter disbelieve. "Not what it-" He cut himself off, mouth staying open.

"Are you- Do I need to have the talk? I mean-"

"What? Dad, no!" you screeched, jumping forward with your cheeks darkening in sheer embarrassment.

Tim flinched, knowing you were well informed about the things-

Shaking himself, he steadied his hand holding the daisies, as it started to hurt from holding them up all the while.

It wouldn't do him any good to think about that now - not with your father standing between you.

It went silent for a moment, your father's eyes staring a hole between your eyes, trying to make sense of this situation, all the while telling himself it's not what it looks like.

Even though it clearly was.

Even a blind one would have seen.

It was like his whole world came crushing down on him, doubting himself for not noticing you were dating someone - especially someone that was a few years older than you.

Maybe a few more.

When he suddenly moved, walking over towards the kitchen island and taking a seat on one of the barstools, you gulped.

He was quiet - never a good sign.

Looking back at Tim, your eyes found his, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to find the words to apologize.

He stuttered a few incoherent words, the daisies in his hand shaking the slightest bit.

You didn't know what to say either, not having him expected to show up at your front door this evening.

"I thought he wasn't home!" Tim whisper-yelled, eyes wide. "I thought-" he wanted to continue, but you cut him off. "Next week!" you hissed, glancing back at your father.

"I said next week!"

He was sitting with his head in his hands, shaking his head repeatedly.

Rubbing your forehead, wiping a few strands of hair out of your face, you motioned for Tim to come in, who's eyes widened even more in return.

Giving him the look, you silently told him not to argue - not now.

He obeyed with a pained sigh, stepping over the threshold, so you could close the door.

"Dad?" you called out, walking over to where he was sitting. "I wanted to tell you, really-" you cut yourself off, when his head shot up, Tim's sharply turning towards you in your peripheral.

You winced, slightly shrugging with your head tilted.

"I mean, Henry didn't tell you he's engaged, before you even met his fiance." you tried to lighten the mood, forcing out a chuckle, but he only stared at you like you were an alien.

Groaning, your shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Tim and I are dating." you dropped the bomb, even though he already knew. He flinched involuntarily, face contorted, even though he tried to hide it.

Failing miserably.

"Since when?" he pressed out, swallowing. "A few months?" you returned hesitantly, shrinking involuntarily.

"Maybe a bit more?"

He breathed out a chuckle, a pained and surprised one.

Closing his eyes, his head turned away from you, landing back in his hands.

Then he nodded, rubbing his eyes, before standing back up, facing you. "Okay." he spoke, biting his cheek. He nodded again, before shaking his head.

Tim stood beside you helplessly, fearing he'd worsen the situation if he just so much dared as making a sound.

Taking the daisies from his hands, you walked towards a shelf, taking a vase from it and filling it with water, before you put the daisies inside, placing them on the isle for your father to see.

"Your favorite." he muttered, fingers ghosting over the delicate petals. You nodded, smiling at him. "Yes, he gets me some every week."

"How old are you again?" he asked Tim, who's mouth opened to answer, before you interrupted him, knowing exactly where your dad was going with this.

"I'm old enough, dad."

He nodded again, swallowing.

"Oh, and I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened, fear filling them to the brim. You laughed, not having him expected to fall for it a third time.

Rolling his eyes, he huffed.

"Are you happy?" he wanted to know, tilting his head at you.

"I am."

He nodded again, as you walked towards Tim, taking his hand in yours. "And it's not just a fling. I-" You wanted to say that you loved him, but you weren't sure if it wasn't to early.

"Nolan, I assure you I won't harm your daughter in any way." Tim spoke up, taking a step towards your father. "I love her and I will do my best to treat her in the best way."

Eyes widening, you looked at him with your mouth agape.

Screw anything about it being too early.

"I love you too." you whispered, tears gathering in your eyes. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, sending you a smile.

Your father nodded, still overwhelmed but somewhat relieved.

"And I'm not pregnant."

"I better hope you're not!"

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Your camera roll while dating John Nolan 🩷

[augustvandyne]

Hey! Could you do fluff John Nolan and wife reader where she visit the station and everyone just awed at her beauty? Maybe someone try to flirt with her. You decide how it end. Tag me later. Thanks!

first time writing for nolan 😜

lmk how i did!

nolan’s wife

You were way too beautiful to be John Nolan’s wife, is the first thing that comes to mind to all the officers when you introduce yourself.

Lucy and Jackson knew Nolan was with someone, because he always shot down anyone that came onto him everywhere they went. Whether it be the hospital, a call, the bar, anywhere.

But they didn’t know that that woman was his wife, nor that she was that gorgeous!

And I mean everyone, even Tim Bradford, was checking her out as she made her way towards the rookie.

“John,” You said in a silky voice, slightly fixing his tie.

“Y/n,” John smiles down at you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

That was the only downside of your husband—his height. He was so tall, and it wasn’t that you were short, it was just that he was so tall! Even in high heels you couldn’t match his height or anywhere near it.

“Oh, my god,” Lucy sped over to the two of you, her hair pulled back into a low bun. “You are gorgeous!”

“Thank you?” You pull back slightly from John, giving him some personal space.

“I have to say, you are beautiful,” Jackson says, his hands resting on his belt.

“Who’s this smoke show?” Smitty walks over, raising his brows and flashing a smile. “Wanna go out tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to pass,” You nod awkwardly, holding your hand out to let him see your ring. “I’m married.”

“To who? I could take him,” Smitty assures you.

“To me. She’s my wife,” John asserts dominance, which has Smitty backing up a few steps.

“Alright, slow down cowboy,” Smitty puts his hands up, walking back to his desk.

Lucy laughs, shaking her head.

“Hey, we were just about to head out for lunch, wanna join us?” Jackson asks nicely.

“Oo, yes!” Lucy jumps excitedly. “Please, please, please come!”

“I mean, if it’s okay with you,” You turn towards John, looking up at him sweetly.

“Of course, oh, I’d love for you to go,” John puts his large hands on the sides of your head, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“So it’s a deal, let’s go,” Lucy puts her arm through yours. “Y/n gets shotgun.”

Lucy drives you to this food truck joint, that has several different types and trucks to try from, so you could basically get whatever you wanted.

You sit in front with Lucy, while John and Jackson take up the backseat.

You snap a photo of John in the back seat, and tell him that you think it’ll make the Christmas card this year, resulting in a laugh from him.

Once there, Lucy picks a table with four chairs, and you sit as John gets the two of you something to share. Because, yes, the two of you are adorable like that. But also because he wanted to surprise you since you’ve never eaten there before.

You watch him go around to several of the trucks, getting a bit of everything, and you love him for it because he knows you so well.

Lucy shares a few of her fries with you as you wait.

When he sits back down, you are relieved to be hit with the smell of food, but then are hit with the urge to vomit.

Which brings you back to the whole reason you came to see John at the station.

You cover your mouth, which has you receiving a concerned look from your husband.

“Everything okay?” His frown deepens as get up.

“Excuse me,” You all but sprint towards the nearest trash can and hurl into it, not even caring about how people around you are trying to eat.

“You okay?” John appears beside you, rubbing your back and giving you a napkin so you can wipe your mouth.

“I’m fine,” You swallow, trying to get the taste out of your mouth. “Did you get something to drink?”

“Yes, it’s right this way,” John still watches over you intently, his hand on the small of your back. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” You laugh it off.

When you sit, you feel eyes on you, and you know who they belong to.

Your husband.

“John, we should talk,” You turn your head, dropping your fork.

“And that’s our cue,” Jackson nods to Lucy who stands with the man to leave to another table.

“What’s wrong? I thought everything was okay.”

“It is,” You grab his hand. “I took a test this morning.”

“A test? What— like, like a pregnancy test?” His eye brows shoot to his hairline. He was surprised, to say the least.

“Yeah,” You look down. “It was positive.”

“Really?” John lets out a breath.

“If you don’t want this, I understand,” You tilt your head. “You’re still just a rookie, and—“

“No,” John shakes his head with a big grin bloomed across his face. “I mean, I’ll admit, it’s terrible timing, but I couldn’t be more happier.”

You let out a big sigh of relief that has John laughing along with you.

“Good. Because I don’t know what I would have done, had you said you didn’t want this baby.”

“I would never say that to you, or anyone, for that matter.”

You smile up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” John whispers.

“Yeah,” Your eyes water a bit, stupid hormones. “We are.”

[augustjoy]

One-Shots and Series

1501 words or more ** Indicates Smut/Smut adjacent. Strikethrough Indicates coming soon Blue Indicates Request Red Indicates potentially triggering content

Dean Winchester x Reader

Letters to Dean - a series of letters combined with fic chapters. (Discontinued) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

The Story of Us - Secret Relationship Fem Reader

I Almost Do - Song Fic - “I Almost Do” by Taylor Swift (Complete) Part 1 Part 2

Without You - BAU Fem Reader Secret Relationship

I never do this ** - Stranger! Fem Reader

What are the Chances? ** - Teacher! Fem Reader

Stick to What You Know. - BAU (kinda) Fem Reader

Who Are You Again? - BAU Fem Reader

The Set Up. - BAU Fem Reader Secret Relationship

I Choose You - BAU Fem Reader

Let's Start Over - Agent! Fem Reader

Let's Start Over: Finally Together - Agent! Fem Reader

She's Definitely Guilty.** - Unsub! (not) Fem Reader

That'll Show Them - Single Mom! Reader

I Can't Do This - BAU Fem Reader

You're Not Alone In This - Diabetic! Fem Reader

I've Got You - BAU Fem Reader

Controlled Chaos: Polaroids** - Fem Reader

Corruption ** - BAU Virgin! Fem Reader

I'm Sorry...What? - Fiance! BAU Reader

You're Intimidating - Agent! Fem Reader

Come Bother Me, Baby. - BAU! Fem Reader

The Nanny - Nanny! Fem Reader

Stolen Moment - Wife! Fem Reader

The Color Pink - HyperFem! reader

Spencer Reid x Reader

My Valentines - Wife! Fem Reader

Joel Miller x Reader

Silence is Louder Than Words - Fem Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader

I’ll do things right this time. ** - Avenger! Fem Reader

John Nolan x Reader

Until I Found You - Fem Reader - Meet Cute

Eddie Munson x Reader

Why Are You In My Head? - Soulmate AU (Complete) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4** Part 5

Expectations - Single mom Henderson! Reader (Unplanned Pregnancy)

I Can't Be Your Friend. - Fem Reader (friends to lovers)

Like I Talk To Myself. - Fem Reader

It Had to be You. - Fem Reader (lovers to enemies to lovers)

[strawberryforks]

ignorance isn’t always bliss pt. 2 // not a tim bradford x reader…

warnings: swearing (probably), cheating, drinking, pregnancy? i dunno

a/n: so sorry this part took so long, your girl has had a LETHAL case of writer’s block. a second apology for those who expected the pairing to stay the same—i do not condone cheating and forgiveness is not a virtue i seem to possess in writing. still, hopefully you enjoy! a third and final apology 🙈🙈 (i’m on a roll guys) because this isn’t edited so there might be some mistakes

tagged: @mimisweetz @ivet4 @haleyjamesscott12 @hellishbimbo @capswife

When your dad gave Tim Bradford the day off, you better bet he paid you the same courtesy.

You were given the rest of the day off—the week, had you wanted it. You didn’t want to take time off work but… it was necessary. Sure, you could have endured; dealt with the whispered gossip: “Tim and Y/n are divorcing,” yes, yes you were, the papers were waiting on his desk, sat there by your father, but hearing it spoken aloud? It hurt, especially when no one seemed to know the full story and you weren’t as forthcoming with it as, maybe, you should’ve been.

“Did you hear that L/n assaulted Chen?”

You keep walking, eyes downcast, as you make your way over to your locker. You’re so, so, grateful that your family-name was important enough to you that when you married, you kept it.

Tim could take your heart; take it and tear it to pieces, he could take your friend, your dreams, but the one thing he could not steal from you was your name. That was yours and yours alone.

And never had you been more grateful to not be permanently tied to his - the Bradford name. Something that once, you thought represented integrity, honesty, strength. Something that now represented lies, betrayal, and infidelity.

“You don’t need to leave,” said Sergeant Grey. He knew you well and was one of the few who had heard the full story—watched it build, too. He was there for it all: when you and Tim met, when you… when he… it was all too painful to think about.

You shake your head. Let it fall, your chin tucking to your chest, moisture building in your eyes “I can’t do it, Grey.”

You didn’t take the week off when it was offered.

You quit.

“You shouldn’t have to leave because of something he did to you. Tim can find—“

“It’s not as simple as picking sides in the divorce, Grey, though it’s good to know you’re on mine. It’s a matter of you losing one cop or two. I can’t work with either of them—I won’t do it to myself. Come to the station everyday to see him and wonder why I wasn’t enough. To see her and wonder how little our friendship meant to her… I… I’m sorry but my decision is final.”

“I thought you might say that,” Grey procures an envelope and hands it to you. You tilt your head slightly in confusion, “a letter of recommendation. And I’ll make some calls too, if you still want to stay in LA. Let me know where and… don’t be a stranger. You have mine and Luna’s number. Use them.”

“Yes sir,”

You fill a cardboard box full of your belongings and take them to the car. That’s it, that’s really it, your entire career in the LAPD, all fitting in a box.

It’s as sad as it is poetic - that after all that, everything you had to show for your work and sacrifice could be upended. Moved.

Later that night, you’re sitting on a stool at a local bar. Bright strobe lights land on your back, the bartender in front of you is busy, moving back and forth, tending to dozens of patrons as timely as possible. You startle when John Nolan slides onto the seat next to you—you hadn’t expected to see him here. His eyes are soft, flooded with sympathy and he looks at the two drinks sitting in front of you–one cup full, the other half empty–like they’re a bomb, one that’s active tick, tick, tick, and causes him to straighten up.

“Y/n,” he says softly, large palm landing on your shoulder, steering you away from the counter.

You think maybe he’ll tackle you.

Then you remember you’re pregnant (#hewon’t)

“I know you’re having a bad day. Maybe, the worst day you’ve ever had, but this–”

“You don’t need to talk me down, John. I’m not a terrorist. I’m also not standing on a ledge,”

He looks from you to the drinks. “Aren’t you, though?”

Oh. Oh. You laugh, reach out and grab one. When you have a glass in each hands you hold them out to him–he takes them from you, and goes to sit them on the counter far away from your reach. No, no. You weren’t surrendering contraband. You chuckle, “No, John.” You tell him, “take a sip. That one first,”

John Nolan frowns but follows your instructions, as after all, who is he to deny the freshly-cheated-on-pregnant lady? He sips the half drunk one first and all but melts in relief when he tastes: “It’s water.”

“It’s water,” you confirm. “Now try that one. Let me live vicariously through you.”

He looks nervous but takes a sip. Then his mouth screws up. He swallows and shakes his head, “not water,” he pants, still recovering from the straight vodka he just gulped down. “So you were just, what?”

You shrug. “Hoping the placebo effect would kick in? All these drunk carefree people around me, alcohol in a glass in front of me. I was hoping I could trick myself into forgetting. Into having a good time, smiling, maybe.”

“Don’t let anyone stop you from smiling, L/n. That’d be a tragedy.”

“Oh yeah?”

Completely serious, he nods.

That’s the first night you spend with John.

Many more follow.

Night two happens a few days later when he realises you’ve officially quit. He stops by the motel room you’re staying in—Grey pointed him in the right direction—and asks why. “Well,” you say, “my dad offered that I could move back into my old room and my brothers were all very supportive of that plan but it felt like moving backwards and I’ve taken enough steps in that direction lately. Lost my husband, my best friend, my job. I couldn’t lose my independence too. I’d feel like a failure.” You correct yourself: “I’d feel like more of a failure.”

John plops down onto the end of the mattress and winces when he barely bounces. He would have sat in a chair but there was none and he would’ve stood but then his presence would feel temporary and he didn’t want you to think he was in a rush. He didn’t want you to think another one of the people in your life was eager to leave because, well, he wasn’t. “This is comfortable,” John quips and you roll your eyes, sitting next to him.

“Tell me about it. My back hurts just looking at it,” you groan.

“How much are they charging you, anyways?”

You aren’t employed right now and renting isn’t cheap–whether it’s a house or a room, he’s familiar. You sigh, “$100 a night. It’s the cheapest place that came without built-in bed bugs or a slum-lord I could find”

“And you can afford that?”

You give your best non-answer: “I’m managing.”

John’s frowning and just as you go to reassure him–to tell him it’s all okay, he blurts: “You’re pregnant.”

You laugh and look down at the bump that isn’t visible yet. “I know, John.”

“You’re pregnant,” he continues, “and I have a spare room. You shouldn’t be sleeping somewhere like this but you should be saving your money for when the baby comes. You can stay with me.”

“Why would that be any different than me moving back in with my parents? My independence is important to me.”

“And I would never take that from you. I could use a roommate. All I’d ask is that you cook sometimes. I’m an awful cook.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirms.

Night three, four, five, ten, twenty, and thirty go quickly. John and you grow closer, to the point you’re shooting him texts while he’s at work, about an odd craving you have. To the point that after his shift, he’s barrelling through the door, finding you curled up on the sofa watching a movie, and handing you the pint of Ben & Jerry’s and the Bread & Butter sweet pickles you requested. He still winces when you mix the two, using the pickle slice as a scoop, but he doesn’t actually care that much because he’s back in his civvy clothes, grabbing his own blanket, and settling down next to you. “What are we watching?”

“Shitty rom-com,” you garble, mouth half full of icecream and pickles.

Ten minutes later and you’re chasing him with your snack-concoction. “Try some,” you whine. “It’s so good!”

John tells you no. Absolutely not. Then, barely a minute later he’s wincing because the flavours mix but they don’t. He’s shaking his head at himself because he can’t believe he’s doing this but then he’s looking down at you and of course he can. He’s doing it for you, for that beautiful smile that he loves to be the reason for.

Sometimes you find yourself slipping into old habits. Ruffling his hair, hugging him before you waddle to your room to turn in for the night. Sometimes, John plays the part of the husband you don’t have anymore. Sometimes, you feel so guilty about it you cry. Those nights he always makes it worse. You apologize, blubbering, crying, and he holds you. “You’re no bother, Y/n/n. I love having you here with me,” I love you (that remains unsaid but it’s there. In the air, in the space between the both of you that’s empty but so full)

When you have your baby Tim isn’t there in the delivery room with you but John is. You hesitate before deciding to leave the ‘father’ space blank on your baby girl’s birth certificate. You know that she isn’t John’s but more than that, she isn’t Tim’s. You tell him this–you tell him you’ll fight for sole custody if you have to and knowing that you have the support of the department he agrees to what you’ll give him. He agrees to be what you need him to (nevermind that you don’t need him anymore; nevermind that he never wanted to be a dad in the first place, never wanted a daughter)

John steps up (you knew he would)

He had Henry and knew how all of this went. The sleepless nights he was ready for and he never complained. Your daughter loved him so much - sometimes you thought she loved him more than you but you never lingered on that thought too long - you understood. You could relate.

John was a boundaries-man. He never crossed yours and anything questionable that he did, he always made sure to ask. That was why after your little girl was in bed, sleeping soundly, John leaned in to kiss your forehead. That was normal, that was predicted. Safe. What wasn’t, was when you looked up at him, quite suddenly. It was your turn to ask him something. To find out whether how you had been feeling for the past month was fantasy or reality–returned or unrequited. “John?” you asked, heart beating quick, breaths matching.

“Yeah, Y/n?”

“Can I kiss you?”

And of course he said yes.

[bullet-prooflove]

Birthday Celebration Bingo: Cake - John Nolan x Reader

Tagging: @ravennaortiz @anime-weeb-4-life @trublu2u @hellostickerdoodle @kmc1989

John doesn’t tell anyone that it’s his birthday. Truthfully he doesn’t want the reminder that he’s the oldest rookie the LAPD has ever had, he’s just happy to let the day pass him by.

When he’s assigned to the crime scene, he’s gets a little excited. It’s his first mandatory callback and he’s eager to get started.

“It’s just guard duty.” Sergeant Grey tells him. “You have to stay until the detectives release the scene.”

The thing about guard duty? It’s kinda boring. It’s meant to be an hour or two tops, but he’s on hour five and his phone battery is starting to die out. There’s only so much Angry Birds the poor device can take.  

When he hears the elevator chime he’s practically frothing at the mouth for company. He already  counted the exact amount of ceiling tiles in the conference room and the waste paper basket is overflowing with the screwed up wads he’s been trying to dunk.

He doesn’t expect it to be you stepping off the elevator. You have a white carrier bag in your hand and smile that gets his heart racing.

“This is your case?” He says as he picks up the clipboard and moves to greet you. The crime scene tape is tied to a plant in the corner and the reception desk. You linger on the opposite side of the barrier.

“God no.” You say indicating to the crime scene tape. “If it was mine, you would have been set free hours ago. This is Bertrum’s mess.”

“Oh.” He says, before tilting his head to one side, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown “So why…”

“Happy birthday.” You say, removing something from the carrier bag and setting it on the desk between you. It’s a white cake box from the Hummingbird Bakery. He smiles as he opens it. It’s chocolate, his favourite, the words ‘Happy Birthday Officer Nolan’ are written in white icing.

“You mentioned last week that your was birthday coming up and you weren’t doing anything to celebrate so I thought I’d surprise you.” You tell him as his eyes raise up to meet yours. “Then I heard you were trapped here so I thought I’d drop by on my lunch break.”

“Becca, I honestly don’t know what to say.” He tells you, his palm brushing across his mouth. “Can I hug you?”

You haven’t known each other very long, not more than a few months but the two of you have a connection. It started when you met during a crime scene, the two of you had made each other laugh and from there it had shifted into something a little more.  There’s feelings there, certainly on his end, yours, he can never be sure.

“I brought you cake. I think it’s customary.” You remark.

He ducks underneath the tape, his arms wrapping around you, drawing you close. You fit against him perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle and in that moment John realises that he doesn’t want to ever let you go.

The two of you hold on for a long time before you pull away so you can rifle in your purse. It takes you a minute but you finally manage to locate the two wooden forks you stowed away. You press one into his hand before gesturing towards the cake.

“Shall we?”

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[targaryenluvs]

THE ROOKIE MASTERLIST

TIM BRADFORD

— his power (dark/mature themes)

summary: after providing a statement to an officer about a robbery, he seems to be everywhere. even after you start avoiding him.

— boots ft lucy chen (dark/mature themes)

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

LUCY CHEN

— boots ft tim bradford

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

JOHN NOLAN

— coming soon!

JACKSON WEST

— coming soon!

ANGELA LOPEZ

— coming soon!

TALIA BISHOP

— coming soon!

NYLA HARPER

— coming soon!

[novamariestark]

I can't help it when you look like that - John Nolan x Female Reader

Summary: Your fantasies about your cop boyfriend/partner get the better of you and before you know it, you are incredibly horny. It does not help that your boyfriend looks so good in his uniform.

Warnings: age gap, piv, unprotected sex, car sex, rough, handcuffs, pussy eating, use of nickname (Darling, baby girl), multiple orgasms, interruption, (poorly written by an amateur writer), crap title I know, minors DNI

Word count: 5984

Fandom: The Rookie

Pairing: John Nolan x reader

It wasn’t unusual for you to feel this way. Your man always looked so damn good in his uniform. You found him sexy all the time, effortlessly sexy, but seeing him in that uniform? It just did something to you. You hadn’t told him about this, he’d tease you and most likely go out of his way to turn you on, even more than you already were.

What made things worse was the fact that he was your partner. You had to sit next to him every day, looking like the tastiest snack ever. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the fabric that had the privilege of clinging to him, teasing you relentlessly day in and day out. Ugh, life can be so unfair sometimes, can't it?

The two of you have been dating for six months and you practically live at his now. Waking up with him was just as good as riding him into the mattress. Your sex life was amazing, but you never had the guts to talk about your fantasies. Thoughts of his uniform or his restraints...

One day, he finally noticed. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t realised he pulled up for lunch. Your mind was fixated on something sweeter...

He furrowed his brow and glanced down, "Do I have something on my pants?"

"What?" you inquired, snapped out of the daydream your mind had been lost in for the past thirty minutes. Your gaze shifted from his groin to his captivating blue eyes, “No, I just zoned out,”

“What were you thinking about?” he asked.

‘You railing me in this car,’ you thought.

“Nothing,” you quickly said, turning your head to look out the window, hoping he hadn't noticed the blush on your cheeks. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, pretending to focus on the surroundings. But, in reality, your mind wandered back to the image of him in his uniform and how amazing it would be to have him pin you down on the hood of the car.

You both sat in silence for a moment, your heart racing, your breaths sounded deafening in the silence. You knew he knew what you were thinking about, and you could feel his gaze burning a hole in the side of your head. You wondered whether he had any of these thoughts. Did he think you were sexy in your uniform?

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” he asked, as he delicately placed his index finger on your forehead. The touch was barely there, yet it caused a wave of tingles to run down your back. You swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of his touch spread across your face. Slowly, his finger glided down your cheek, coming to a stop at your chin. As his finger descended further, it rotated until the back of his finger grazed your skin.

You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation of his touch, feeling the soft skin against yours. You wanted nothing more than to feel his entire body pressed against yours, to feel his weight pinning you down. You shifted slightly in your seat, the familiar ache between your legs growing more insistent.

“Really? Didn’t get enough last night?” he asked. You just rolled your eyes. You could totally tell he was smirking. Nope, you definitely didn't have enough. If you had a choice, you'd both stay in the bedroom all day.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are in your uniform?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady but you failed miserably.

“Probably not as sexy as you,” he replied without missing a beat. What you didn’t know was that John also had a hard time keeping his thoughts at bay. He would catch himself stealing glances at you while they were driving, admiring how the uniform hugged your body. The crisp, navy blue fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating your toned body and making you look like a total badass and incredibly sexy.

But as much as he loved how you looked in your uniform, it also brought a sense of frustration. Having to sit next to you for hours on end, day after day, it was nearly impossible for him to resist his own naughty thoughts. Your hair, perfectly tied up in a tight ponytail, seems to be teasing him, silently begging to be tugged just the way you liked.

He can't help but imagine the feel of your silky skin and the curves of your body, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of you as you share passionate kisses. He can almost feel your body heat against his, the way you moan as he touches you in all the right places.

“The usual, Darling?” he asked you, nodding towards your favourite sandwich shop. The very same one that he took you to on your first patrol together and practically every patrol since then, if you were close by at the time of your lunch.

You nodded with a look on your face that said, ‘Do you really need to ask?’

You never knew you could enjoy sandwiches so much until you tasted it. The butter and the smooth and rich cheddar melted perfectly onto the slightly toasted bread. But despite it being toasted, it still had a certain softness to it. The crunchy onions, tangy and utterly addictive, danced on your tongue, adding an extra kick to each bite.

Your gaze followed him as he got out of the car and walked towards the quaint sandwich shop. Lingering on the tempting sight of his firm glutes barely contained by the navy-blue pants. You couldn't help but bite your lip, almost drawing blood as the thought crossed your mind.

You can’t believe he’s yours. He's everything you could ever want in a man: handsome, charming, and intelligent. But he's also kind and compassionate, and amazing in bed. It's like he knows exactly how to please you in every way possible.

You find yourself constantly pinching yourself, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life. He's not just a great boyfriend, he's also your best friend and confidant.

The heat between your legs reminds you of your fantasies, calling to you like a siren. You try to resist torturing yourself, but the allure is irresistible. The image plays in your mind. Your cheek pressed to the hood of the car, one of John’s big hands on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned to the car. One of his legs, moving in between yours to push them apart.

John's breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, 'Ready, baby?' His voice is a low, gravelly murmur that sends shivers down your spine.

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. The heat between your legs intensifies, a throbbing ache that demands release.

John's hand moves to your thighs, his strong fingers tracing the fabric of your panties. His fingers slip beneath the waistband. He pulls them down your legs. Your mind seems to skip, because the next image to appear in your mind, if John relentlessly pounding into you. Your reflection stares back at you from the car’s sleek black hood, eyes wide with pleasure as he thrusts into you with a bruising force.

You squeezed your thighs together, it felt so real and it left you in a bad spot. How on earth were you going to sort it out.

You were so lost in the fantasy that you hadn’t noticed John come back or that you were moaning out loud.

“You okay?” he asked with a shit eating grin. You jumped, your head snapping towards him.

“W-when did you get back?” you asked him, feeling the heat rush up to your cheeks like a wave. A wave of embarrassment? Of being caught. Or of not being able to control your feelings.

“A couple of minutes ago. Who’s got you moaning like that? Should I be jealous?” he asked, he knew damn well you were thinking about him. You roll your eyes and turn away from him, as much as possible. You knew he would tease you about it if he found out. That’s why you didn’t want him to know.

You looked back and asked if you could have your sandwich. He held it out to you but as your fingers grazed the wrapper, he pulled it back from your reach. Your forehead scrunched up in confusion and a silent question as to what he was doing.

“I have a feeling you’re hungry for something else, baby,”

“Yeah, very funny John, go ahead make your jokes,” you said as you reached over to grab your sandwich. You sat back into your seat, settling to enjoy your lunch. You unwrapped it quickly, excited to get a taste, “In fact, why don’t you go and tell everyone at the station that I get really horny seeing you in your uniform,”

“It’s between me and you, baby,” he said with a gentle touch, he reached out to move a strand off your face, his fingers delicately brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, his touch trailed down, tracing the contours of your neck. His hand gracefully curved, slipping beneath your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. You looked away, looking at the sandwich sitting in your lap. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see John move closer to you. You feel his lips and warm breath on your ear, “But you’re incredibly sexy in that uniform,”

“We still have half an hour,” you mention suggestively, your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth as your hand moved over his thigh, slowly moving upwards towards his crotch.

“Not here, baby. We’re in a public parking lot,” he said, as he turned the engine on. Quickly deciding the closest and most secluded area for you two. You didn’t move your hand away. instead, as he drove, you kept having your fun with him. Your hand grazes over his crotch, your fingers gently dancing over the fabric. Your effect on him becoming more evident by the second. Your mouth begins to water at the sight.

The car slowly comes to a stop and the engine dies. He turns to face you, "Alright, baby. This is as good as it gets," he says, breathlessly. He leans over and kisses you deeply. You moan into the kiss, the taste of him filling your mouth. Your free hand fumbles with his belt, undoing it with practiced ease.

You undo your seatbelt as he unzips your pants and then you lean back, letting the cool air caress your skin as he pulls your panties to the side. His mouth finds your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites as he teases your clit with the same feather-light touches as you did to him not too long ago.

Your body yearns for his touch, craving the exquisite pleasure that only he can give. With aching desire, you press your throbbing clit against his hand, silently begging for more. The teasing was unbearable, and you can no longer wait. A desperate plea escapes your lips, mingling with gasps of anticipation as your back arches in anticipation. Finally, his touch connects fully with your sensitive bud, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

He withdraws his hand from your throbbing clit, sliding his pants down just enough to release his rock-hard cock. Without hesitation, you clamber over the gear shift and onto his lap, straddling him with your knees pressing against his sides.

You steady yourself, with your hands on his broad shoulders. Leaning in, you tilt your head down, meeting his plush lips in a passionate kiss. Your heart races as his hands roam over your body, sending shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you guide him to your entrance, the slickness of your arousal coating him as you line him up perfectly. You close your eyes, feeling his hot, hard length press against you, and then you push, slowly impaling yourself on him. He's long and thick, filling you perfectly, stretching you in a way that feels both familiar and new.

He leans in close, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin softly as his fingers tighten their grip on your hips.

His hands move down, around to palm your ass, as you ride is cock desperately, your needy moans filling the car. The air is thick with sweat and the smell of sex, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growls, his voice ragged.

A gentle whimper escapes your lips "Me too,"

You're on the edge, just about to come, when the radio crackles to life, you ignore it at first, too lost in the moment. But then the voice comes through, urgent and demanding. interrupting the sweet sounds of your pleasure, "...come in, we have a 10-65 near your location. Do you copy?"

"Shit," he mutters, pulling out of you. You let out a small whimper of disappointment as he reaches for the radio. You climb off of him and settle back into the passenger seat, glancing out the window as he answers the call. His voice is calm, but you can tell he's just as frustrated as you.

"Yeah, we're on our way," he says into the radio, glancing over at you as he does so. His expression is apologetic, but there's still a spark in his eyes. "We'll be there in a few minutes." he says, his voice still even and professional. You can tell he's trying to focus on the job, but you can also see the desire in his eyes, the hunger to finish what you two started. He hangs up the radio and looks over at you. "Sorry, baby. Looks like our fun is gonna have to wait.

He turns the car back on, flicks on the lights and sirens, and starts driving towards the crime. The rush of adrenaline from the call only serves to heighten your senses, making the urge to touch him, to feel his skin against yours, almost unbearable.

As you speed through the busy streets, the tension between you is palpable. He keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on your thigh, just inches from where your legs are pressed together. His gaze flicks between the road and you, and you can feel his eyes roaming over your body, drinking in the sight of you. You want nothing more than to reach over and touch him again, to feel the hardness of his cock through his uniform, but you know that you have to wait until you've taken care of the situation.

The vehicle screeches to a stop in front of the jewellery store, and both of you quickly exit the car, guns in hand.

The shattered remnants of the front door lay strewn across the floor, glimmering in the dim light that filtered through the broken windows. With cautious steps, you enter the store, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of your own breathing.

Together, you and John make your way towards the back of the store, the faint sound of breaking glass growing louder with each step.

"Drop the bag and get on the ground, now!" you yell, aiming your gun towards them. The suspects pause for a second, but swiftly obey your command, sinking to their knees and clasping their hands behind their heads. Both of you retrieve your handcuffs and secure them onto the suspects.

You observe as John restrains the suspect with handcuffs, secretly wishing it was your hands that were cuffed to his. Your heart races as you imagine kneeling down and undoing his pants, but you quickly push those thoughts aside.

You and John escorted the suspects to the vehicle and headed towards the police station. As you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you can't help but feel a sense of desperation. All he wanted was to pull over, kneel in front of you, and pleasure you with his tongue.

You and John deliver the suspects to the station and pass them on to another officer and you both are soon patrolling again.

The hours slowly tick by. You can't wait until you get to John's tonight. You just want to take your seatbelt off, lean over and suck his cock whilst he drives. You've never been this horny before, and you can feel your pussy dampening again. You glance over at John, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. His other hand rests on his thick, muscular thigh, fingers tapping impatiently. His chest is heaving slightly as he breathes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You wonder what he's thinking about. Maybe he's thinking about how much he wants you to suck his cock too. Maybe he's thinking about how much he wants to feel your lips wrapped around him. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought.

Eventually, it's the end of shift and the car pulls up outside John's house. You unbuckle your seatbelt and quickly open the door, eager to get inside and have your way with him. John cuts the engine and turns to face you, watching as you slide out of the car. He gets out of the car too, and as soon as he's standing in front of you, you can't help but throw yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your body against his, feeling the hardness of his cock against your stomach.

"God, I've been thinking about this all day," he mutters, kissing you deeply. He picks you up, cradling you in his strong arms, and carries you inside. You feel his hands fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, eager to get it off so he can touch your bare skin. Once he's undone the last button, he slips the material over your shoulders and tosses it aside. You watch as he sets you down on the couch, his cock already standing at full attention, and he starts to unbuckle his pants. You place your hands onto his to stop him.

"Wait," you breathe, looking up at him. "I want to do it." you drop to your knees. You reach out and undo his pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs, revealing his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. You take it in your hand, stroking it gently, feeling its heat and strength beneath your fingers. "God, you're so big," you murmur, looking up at him as you wrap your lips around the head, tasting the salty precum on your tongue.

John lets out a groan, his hands finding their way into your hair as you begin to suck on him, taking more of him into your mouth. You can feel the veins throbbing against your tongue, the weight of him pressing against the back of your throat. You take him deeper, feeling him stretch your jaw as you suck. Your free hand moves up, cupping his balls, massaging them gently as you continue to suck him off.

"Fuck, that's it," he whispers, his hips beginning to move, his cock thrusting deeper into your mouth with each thrust. "Suck it, baby." He groans, his fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your face. You love it when he takes control and using your mouth like this just as much as he loves when you grind yourself on his tongue. It excites you and turns you on even more. Is that even possible at this point?

Your sultry moans vibrate around his throbbing member, the tremors travel up his shaft. Electrifying every nerve in his body, making him tighten his grip in your hair. He loves how you look on your knees, how eager you are to take care of him, to make him feel good. It drives him wild how much you enjoy pleasuring him, eagerly swallowing everything he has to give you. The thought of his cream coating your tongue and sliding down your throat.

His hips start to stutter at the very thought, and then he lets out a long moan as he comes, filling your mouth with his seed. You suck for as long as you can, feeling him soften in your mouth, and then gently pull off, licking your lips as you taste him.

He guides you towards the nearest counter, lifting you onto it, his lips never leaving yours. His hands eagerly find their way to your shirt, hastily unbuttoning it while you struggle to undo his own. A low growl escapes his lips as your palms meet his warm, bare chest, causing your shirt to be discarded, exposing your bra-clad breasts to his hungry gaze.

One of his hands cups your breast, expertly kneading and teasing the hardened nipple under the lacy fabric, while the other ventures down your stomach, slipping into the waistband of your pants. "Who made you this wet, baby?" he growls, thrusting his hips against you, igniting a delicious friction. Your moans fill the air as you arch into him, craving more of his touch. As he skilfully unfastened your pants and pushed them down along with your panties, a rush of cool air kisses your most intimate place.

He kneels before you, parting your legs wider, his gaze filled with hunger. Leaning in, he indulges in a long, slow lick from your entrance to your clit, causing your body to tremble with pleasure.

The first contact sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your entire being. Your back arches, surrendering to the wet heat of his mouth on your throbbing flesh that you had been craving all day. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open for his pleasure, as he continues to tease and torment you with his tongue. "That's it, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with desire, "let me taste every inch of you." His tongue flicks out once more, tracing your folds, driving you to writhe beneath him.

"Fuck," you whimper, feeling his warm breath against your most sensitive spot. Your hips involuntarily buck off the counter, aching for more of his touch. A low chuckle escapes his lips before he sucks hard on your clit, making you let out a long, pornographic moan. His hands travel up your stomach, cupping your breasts, expertly pinching and rolling your nipples, intensifying your pleasure. Your back arches further, your orgasm building with each stroke of his tongue, each suck on your swollen bud. "Oh God, John," you moan, your hand instinctively went to the back of his head, pushing him closer to you, desperate for more.

His tongue dances skillfully around your clit, teasing and circling, while his finger slowly slide into your entrance, teasing you with it’s presence. You eagerly spread your legs wider, offering him unrestricted access to your sweetest spot. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he begins to push his finger deeper, curling it up to find that elusive perfect spot. The need for more consumes you, your hips grind against his face, seeking the release that only he can provide.

As you writhe in pleasure beneath him, he slowly slides a second finger into your pussy, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you gasp and arch your back even further to find that perfect angle. His fingers move in tandem with his tongue, each stroke driving you closer to the edge. You feel the tension building inside you, the pressure building in your core. You clench around his fingers, your nails digging into his scalp. "I'm gonna come," you whisper, your voice shaking.

As you continue to writhe beneath his touch, your body aching for release, John finally grants your wish. With an expert flick of his tongue and a skilful curl of his fingers, he pushes you over the edge, sending you spiralling into a mind-blowing orgasm.

John slowly rises from his kneeling position, a tender smile playing on his lips as he gazes into your eyes. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his love for you evident in even a soft gesture. You smile into the kiss, feeling completely content.

“I love you,” he whispered as he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. In his arms, you feel safe and loved.

Your head fits perfectly against his neck, like it was always meant to be there. "I love you more," you murmur softly, feeling your breath calm down.

He gently takes hold of your hips, lifting you off the kitchen counter. You feel a rush of excitement as he leads you towards the bedroom, a playful grin dancing on his lips. As you walk, he casually picks up his handcuffs, he looked at you over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk on his beautiful, pillowy lips.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, he takes your hand and guides you towards the bed. Standing closely behind you, his warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "You ready for this?" Gently, he places the cuffs on your chest and glides them down your body, causing a gasp to escape your lips when the cool metal brushes against your glistening core.

His fingers trailed up to your chest, caressing it tenderly, playfully flicking your nipple with his thumb. Your body instinctively arched towards his touch as if drawn by an invisible force, "You want this? The handcuffs?" he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. You nodded, unable to form words as desire coursed through you.

You've thought about it for months, of course you wanted it, "Get on the bed, baby, how you want," You climb on the bed, your ass lifted and on display for him.

You feel the bed dip behind you as he climbs on the bed beside you and your heart races as his hand reaches out to secure a cuff around your delicate wrist. The soft sound of the metal clinking against your skin sends shivers down your spine. He then expertly loops the other end of the cuff around the sturdy bed post and hooks it on your other wrist, ensuring your hands are securely restrained above your head. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek before he pulls back sitting on his heels.

He moves to lie on his back. Your eyebrows scrunch up in confusion about to ask what he was up to, but he shuffles up slightly until he is right under you pussy. His hands grasp your hips and he pulls you down to his face. His tongue darts out, pressing lightly against your lips before dipping between them to slide over your clit. You gasp as he licks you, your hips bucking against his face. You feel him lapping at you, tongue circling, sucking, teasing you mercilessly. You're so wet, you feel him lick you easily, the warmth of your pussy coating his tongue. You don't want him to stop, you want it to feel like this forever. But he pulls back, only to thrust his tongue deeper, curling it around your clit. Your hips buck against his face, seeking release, but he holds you there, on the edge.

It feels so good, you can't even form words, just whimpers and cries of pleasure escape from your lips. His tongue is relentless, licking you up and down, sucking you into his mouth, teasing you with the tip of his tongue. You can feel the wet heat of your arousal coating his face. Your hips jerk wildly, bucking against his face as he continues to worship you. You arch your back, offering him different angle, and it feels like your pussy is on fire as he laps at you, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

He continues to lavish attention on your pussy, licking, sucking, and nibbling until you're sure you can't take it anymore. Your hips chase his face, seeking more contact with his mouth, and your fingers dig into the pillow as your body tenses and shudders with pleasure. You're so close, but he won't let you fall over the edge just yet. He pulls away for a moment, before he continues to tease you with his tongue, flicking it against your clit before retreating again.

"Please," you whimper, the word catching in your throat as he teases you mercilessly. Your hips buck violently, trying to get the friction you need, seeking release, but he won't let you go that easily. His tongue swirls around your clit, driving you wild with need, and then he's sucking on it, hard. You cry out, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath your head. He thrusts his tongue deeper, matching the rhythm of your hips, and the tension builds, tightening like a vice around your core.

You're so close, you can feel it, feel the orgasm building, threatening to break free, but just as you're on the brink, he pulls back. You feel the loss keenly, the emptiness where his touch used to be, and it's almost unbearable. You writhe on the bed, your fingers curling into the crumpled pillowcase, desperate for him to touch you again.

“John, please,” you whimper pathetically, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of pleasure. He chuckles, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. He presses one last kiss to your sensitive bundle of nerves and moved from underneath you. He sat behind you, his hands come to rest on your ass cheeks, gently palming them.

"Don't worry, baby," he said as he places a kiss on the bottom of your spine, "You know I'll take care of you," he moves his cock up and down your slit, coating his shaft in your wetness. You let out a moan, feeling the heat of his body against your back. He grinds against you, his hips moving in small circles as he teases you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, but not yet entering.

"John, I swear to God, if you don't..." But your words are cut off by a moan as he pushes his cock through your folds. He thrusts forward, filling you in one deep stroke. Your eyes roll back in your head as he takes you with such force, your body arching into his as best as you could. He grunts, his hips moving in perfect rhythm with yours as he fucks you hard and fast. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushes deeper, harder.

The bed squeaks beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall as he takes you with such abandon. You're panting, your body trembling with the force of his movements. His thrusts are unrelenting, his cock sliding in and out of you, filling you up. The tension builds inside you, your muscles tightening as you feel the familiar tug of your orgasm.

His body hovers over yours, his head burying itself in your neck. You moan at the new angle, his cock brushing against new spots inside you. His thrusts become erratic, faster and harder, as he nears the edge. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he grunts with each powerful stroke. His breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against your neck, and his hips move faster and faster, his cock thrusting in and out of you with a desperate rhythm.

Your legs give out beneath you, now your lying flat on your stomach, your legs spread wide enough for him to fit between them. His thrusts become erratic as he gets close, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock slamming into you over and over. You feel the familiar tug of your orgasm building inside you, your body tensing in anticipation.

Your pussy clenches tightly around him as you feel the familiar burning building up. It's tight grip almost too much for John to bear as he growls low in his throat. His hips slam into you with unrestrained force, his body tense with the effort to hold back. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release but he doesn't want to cum until you do. His hand slips under your body, lazily sprawled on the sheets and finds your clit. He begins to circle it with his thumb, the pressure building slowly but surely.

"Fuck," you moan as his fingers strum your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, "I'm close, John" you gasp, your body tensing underneath him.

"I know, baby. Let go. Cum for me, baby girl," he groans as his thumb presses harder against your clit. His hips buck into you with a sudden force, his cock throbbing inside you as he feels the pressure building. You cry out, your body arching into his touch as the familiar tension builds. "Fuck, that's it," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening.

Your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of pure pleasure, your body shuddering with the force of it. Your pussy grips his cock like a fist, your muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with each thrust. He growls low in his throat, feeling the pressure building inside him as well. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release, and with one final thrust, he cums deep inside you.

His hips buck roughly against you, his body tensing as he releases his seed. Your pussy milks his cock, the walls of your passage squeezing and massaging him in the most perfect way. He collapses on top of you, their sweaty bodies sticking together. His weight presses you into the mattress, their heavy breaths mixing in the air between them.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he rasps, still buried inside you. His cock twitches as it begins to soften, but he doesn't move. Instead, he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so that you're lying beside him, your head on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently stroking your scalp as he listens to the sound of your heart racing.

After a moment, he smiles down at you. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. You smile up at him, feeling the afterglow of your orgasm wash over you. "And I love how tight you are around me." You blush, but it feels good to know that he enjoys being inside you as much as you enjoy having him there.

"Are you going to leave me like this or aren't you done with me yet?" you tease, twisting your head to look at him. He chuckles, running a finger along your lower lip.

"I think I have another round left in me," he replies, his voice low and husky, "In about 20 minutes,"

"Think you can keep up, old man?" you reply with a playful grin, wriggling your ass against his crotch.

He groans, his cock twitching at the contact. "Oh, I think my tongue can keep up with you just fine," he says, reaching down to grab your ass. His fingers squeeze, kneading the soft flesh as he pulls you closer to him. "God, I love your ass," he murmurs, kissing your neck. "So perfect."

"Yours is perfect too," you giggle, arching your back into his touch. He smiles down at you with a knowing smirk.

"I knew you had been checking me out," he said with a grin, kissing your shoulder blade.

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Sing me a Lullaby

Tim Bradford x reader

Warnings/Tags: character death, angst, fluff, hurt

Word count: 482

Authors note: Hey guys, don't know how this happened, but I suddenly had this idea. If my goal is to make you cry? Maybe. I did (but only a little bit, I swear). The song mentioned is Lullabye from Billy Joel.

I would say enjoy, but...

There weren't a lot of things Tim Bradford was scared of.

Still he couldn't sleep, having a hard time to calm down.

With you it was different.

Whenever he couldn't sleep you would sing him a lullaby, calming down his racing heart and erasing the horrible things he saw, when he closed his eyes.

He had seen a lot of things no one should ever see in their lives.

No matter how often he told himself that he was strong, your presence and your sweet voice that filled his head, luring him to sleep, were the only things that helped him at night.

"Goodbye my angel, time to close your eyes." you would sing, your fingers brushing through his hair as you smelled his familiar scent.

"And save these questions for another day. I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say."

It was a song as old as you were, your father singing it to you whenever you couldn't sleep as a baby. It continued even when you grew older, until he died of cancer when you were still very young.

You knew every word of it by heart, the song having a deep meaning for you. Tim knew that, feeling honored that you decided to share it with him.

You were his save haven, his light.

So when you were on patrol with your rookie, a call turning out to be a shooting like you'd rarely seen, his thoughts were trained on you, trying to get you all out of there alive as the supervising officer.

He silently gave administrations, telling you where to go and where to position yourselves, waiting for his signal.

It should have been easy, going in, arresting the drug dealer, going back out.

But it wasn't.

When you stormed the abandoned storage hall, they'd already been waiting for you.

Hiding behind boxes you waited for a clear shot, all the while looking out for the others. Firing whenever you were able to, you shot one down, Tim shooting another one.

There was backup right behind you, Harper, Nolan, Grey, Lucy and some other cops.

When you had shot all of them down, you released a sigh of relief. Even though they managed to surprise you, only one got shot in the leg.

Coming out from your hiding spot you followed Tim and Harper, as they slowly made their way forward.

There was no one in sight, causing you to frown. But you would have never complained about something easier than it looked.

But suddenly, your body jerked forward, straight towards Tim, who's face was sprinkled with blood.

Before you could have asked yourself where the blood came from, you fell into his arms, suddenly having trouble to breathe.

Tim's eyes widened in horror, as he slowly sank down onto his knees with you in his arms.

"No..." he breathed, as you started to feel the pain. A shot rang, as you heard someone call clear.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Tim panicked, frantically pressing his hands to the wound in your chest.

He couldn't lose you.

"Y/N, stay with me!" he shouted, though it seemed to blur, as your fingers slowly brushed over his cheek, adding more blood to it as your body convulsed.

You didn't get enough air into your lungs. It was like something blocked your airways, as you struggled.

Someone called for an ambulance, as Tim pressed harder on your wound. His fingers were full of your blood, as it seemed to just seep through, no matter his attempts of stopping it.

"Y/N!" you heard him shout your name again, as tears formed in his eyes, one after another freeing themselves. "I can't lose you, please, stay with me!"

A hot tear ran down your cheek, as you tried to understand what was happening through the fog in your brain. "I-I love you, T-Tim." you sputtered, blood seeping from your mouth.

"I love you too, so don't dare dying on me now!" he gave back, shaking as he sobbed.

You felt so cold, numb.

"Sing me a lullaby." you asked of him, as you noticed how black blotches started to cover your vision.

He stared at you for a moment, speechless. But he did as you asked him to, silently praying that the ambulance would make it in time.

"Goodbye my angel, time to close your eyes." His voice broke, as a sob racked through him, tears running into his open mouth. "And save these questions for another day."

His heart wrenched, as he fell silent, trying to find back his voice, hands still pressing on your wound.

"I think I know what you've been asking me." he continued, your body hanging limp in his arms. "I think you know what I've been trying to say. I promised I would never leave you, and you should always know, wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be very far."

Anther sob racked through him, his body shaking as he sung the words he remembered by heart.

"Goodbye my angel, now it's time to sleep."

He didn't know that you never heard his last words, even if they meant the world to him.

But as you lay dying in his arms, you knew he was your home. And wherever you may go, you would be his.

Always and forever.

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John Nolan x López!reader

Bc I love the parents friend trope I'll write another nolan ff this time with reader being a lopez (and of age, like 21 22 or smth like that)

John Nolan x reader fluff

Warnings: mamma Lopez, swearing, Nolan scared of his life, hints of smut but no actual smut, mentions of Alcohol (let me know if I forgot anything)

AN: I have zero clue what I made here but something came out so her yall go have fun

It was John's rare day of and we charished it with quality time and Netflix. That's when my phone rang. "Lopez-Evers? Hi mom what's up?" *over the phone* "Hi sweetie how you doing?" "What do you want mom?" "Can't a mother ask how her child is doing?" "She can but I know she wants something by her tone so spill it" "What do you know about secret relationships?" my heart sank "what would I know about that?" "We think Nolan is in one and you have the greatest skills to find out who it is." "Aren't you the detective?" "I can't spy on my co-worker" "so you want me to do it?" John looked at me with confusion and he picked me up and put me on his lap and nuzzled into my neck while I kept talking "Mom I love you but I won't Stalk your co-worker bc you want to know who he is dating, if you want to find out ask him yourself. Why don't you and dad throw a grill party or something then you could ask him, I can come to if you want, I mean it's springbreak so I have the next two weeks in LA." "okay I'm gonna tell your dad but please tell me what you find" "I won't find anything bc will not stalk Nolan end of discussion. Love you bye." John looked at me confused "why would you Stalk me?" "I will not Stalk you amor but I don't think this will be a secret much longer. My mom really wants to know who you date, maybe because you act differently." "So we are going to a grill party at your parents to find out I date you?" he asked amused "Yes precisely now if you don't stop with the little kisses I will drag you into the bedroom." I said and earned a mischievous grin from him "Oh well I do not mind" and kissed my neck harder until he hit my weak spot and I moaned. "John I swear to god~ christ that is good" he chuckled into my neck, turned me around and picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. "amor, as much as I would love doing that I have to get home and change." I was mad at myself for saying that. "You look beautiful all the time love" he said and kissed me. "thank you baby but I still have to change into something that isn't yours even if we get exposed today I still want to drag it out because as soon as my mother knows all hell will break lose and at least then she will have some alcohol in her system. " I said. "Alraight I will see you tonight but after that I will take out outfit and it will be in the corner of the room." "Okay sound perfect, I love you and I will see you at my parents." I gave him a quick kiss and walked out the house.

*Timeskip bc Idk what to write*

I was wearing something that will drive john insane bc the last time I wore it I couldn't walk the next day, that was fun explaining that to my professor when I couldn't stand for my presentation. I arrived and My Parents friend were already here but no John.

"I thought that whole thing was about Jo- Nolan, where is he?" I asked cursing myself for almost calling him John.

"He Texted me traffic is bad so he's running late." Lucy said. "What happened to your neck?" Harper asked with a smile "Got a Guy from LA?" "You have a boyfriend?" My mom asked in disbelief "I do and I wanna say imma kill him but I think you will take care of that." I said and the realisation hit Harper "No..." "Yes and I need you to not tell anyone okay" "Harper who is it?" My mother asked. "Oh you are going to figure that one out by yourself I am just gonna get popcorn and enjoy the show." she said and Lucy gave her a look of confusion then realisation and then shock in what my mother is going to do to him as soon as she finds out.

Nolan was enjoying a beer and a talk with my dad when my mother interrupted "Nolan question, do you know who my daughters boyfriend is?" She asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world John on the other hand was white as a ghost. "Why would I know that I barely see her I didn't even know she's here hi btw it's good to see you again, now I'm going to get a beer you want one?" He asked pointing at me "Yes I would love to and get my mother also one." Once John was gone a turned to my mom "Where is dad?" "Oh he is in the back Jard showing James his knew grill" My mum and Harper chuckled "What is it with Dads and Grills?" I that moment John came back and handed me mine and my mom's beer, when he handed me mine he said: "Here you go Honey-" That's when everyone froze. "Nolan, I am going to kill you!" "Oh God I would run amor" And with that John ran to the other guys and try to hide. We all started laughing.

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The Rookie Masterlist

Request for this fandom: figuring the out

Rules.

Angst: blue

Fluff: Pink

Both: Orange

Comfort: purple

A little bit of everything or nothing: green

Yandere: Red & green

*on the first season*

Tim Bradford

Chenford x fem!chubby!reader

Lucy Chen

Chenford x fem!chubby!reader

Talia Bishop

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John Nolan

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