#Nolan's Visit

[ask-kado-thorne]

*slams his fist on the reception desk* You can't kick me out because "I don't have a reservation". Do you know who am I? Do you have any idea?! I know the owner of this resort! And you'll get fired!!

-@ask-kado-thorne

I'm sorry... Who is this? I think you meant to tag your blog and not mine, dear.

And I don't intend on firing myself, so let's see how your complaint goes.

[crismakesstuff]

the house looks so different now it’s so pretty but I can’t help but think

the house is covered now in the colors of nolan’s omniman costume with the pale greyish-blue and red tones. i have never seen a character haunt the narrative as much as that man

[panchulien]

After Nolan claws his way out of captivity and returns to the base all battered and bruised, almost collapsing at the door, he gets taken away, personally ordered by Makarov to get the best care available in some private hospital.

He's out of it for the most part, slipping in and out of consciousness for days because while he's been operating only on adrenaline and sheer will, he never realized just how bad it's been. He doesn't remember half the shit they did to him, but the constant pain in his body tells him enough.

Next time he opens his eyes, he feels better than he did yesterday, mind still hazy but steadily recovering. Once he's awake enough to take in his surroundings though, he realizes he's not alone in the room. There is an extra weight on the left side of the bed, he notices, close to where his hand rests, and he looks down a little only to find someone's head there. He would recognize that soft black hair anywhere, and his heart rate picks up as he realizes just who is sitting next to him. It's none other than his commander, Makarov.

Noticing the shift in bed, Makarov slowly raises his head and looks up at him, tired and sleepy eyes widening at the sight of Andrei. He then reaches out to grab his hand, almost startling the man, and the fond look in his eyes almost send Andrei over the edge.

He shouldn't be here. As his second in command Andrei knows better than anyone that Makarov is a busy man. He's got meetings to attend to, plans to build, a whole world to destroy. He doesn't have time for fucking hospital visits. He shouldn't be here. Andrei feels undeserving of the attention, the softness in Makarov's eyes are too much to bear.

"You're back." Makarov whispers with a smile, "Had me worried sick there.", his voice tired yet soft. It's clear he hasn't been sleeping properly. He gives Andrei's hand a reassuring squeeze, perhaps to remind them both that he survived. Andrei's heart breaks a little, it feels so wrong. His commander should be in top shape, focused on his work and raining terror on earth and definitely not spend his precious time worrying about some failure like him. Timing is everything, and Andrei has failed him greatly.

Andrei squeezes his hand back, his chest feels heavy and he can't hold his commanders affectionate gaze any longer, so he looks away. Makarov notices the change in his mood, as subtle as it is, and presses further. "What's wrong, Andryusha?"

"You shouldn't be here, Komandir." He's tired, his body is working overtime for his recovery, and now his heart is doing a mile a minute.

There have been many sacrifices made along the way for their cause, and Makarov wouldn't be here today if he stopped to mourn and care for every single one of them. So why Andrei, why would he be special? Why was his Commander taking the time to visit him, even staying beside him for his recovery? Andrei feels worthless, undeserving of such attention, and involuntary tears start gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Makarov immediately notices of course, and he shifts forward, bringing himself closer to Andrei, his hand moving up from Andrei's hands to cup his face. "What are you talking about? I am exactly where I need to be."

"But your plans.." A shaky exhale.

"Are perfectly in order." Makarov finishes before Andrei can, then shakes his head with a tired chuckle. "You almost died out there, and the first thing you think about when you come back is still work." He smiles at him, thumb gently stroking Andrei's cheek. He doesn't miss the way a single tear falls down from his face, and how Andrei seems hesitant in between pulling his head back in shame and leaning further into Makarov's touch.

"Look at me, Andrei." He commands. And who is Andrei to disobey?

Glistening blue eyes meet dark brown ones, and Andrei almost wants to die right then and there after seeing just how much worry and affection there is in his Commanders eyes. He doesn't feel deserving of it, but it's still there, and it's directed at him.

"I am not mad or disappointed in you, let's make that perfectly clear." Makarov starts,

"Why? I failed you, I let them take me."

"But you came back, didn't you? You didn't give anything away. Just like I trusted you." Somehow Makarov already knows. Andrei doesn't ask how.

A few moments pass in silence, "You're wasting your time here."

"Keep talking back to me and I will demote you if you want it so badly." Makarov threatens just to shut him up, using his last resort with no heat behind it.

Andrei simply shuts his mouth, looking like a kicked puppy with the way his lips slightly quiver.

Makarov smiles affectionately at him, happy to shut him up, as he gets up and leans forward. He presses a small kiss to Andrei's head, humming softly as he does, and pulls back to see Andrei's big wet eyes. "Get some rest now. You'll be back on your feet in no time." He steps away from Andrei to leave the room. "I can't wait to have my favorite soldier back."

[voiddragoncat]

Here is my review of Vegas:

Sphere: ✅ round. ❌ Didn’t go inside though because you have to pay $100

Omega Mart: ✅✅✅✅ awesome. ✅ Really really good. ✅ I love Meow Wolf so much it’s unreal ✅ it was a lot bigger than the other 3 I’ve been to. I didn’t even get to look at everything. ✅ did I mention how much I love Meow Wolf

Casinos: ❌ loud. ❌ too many screens and flashing lights. ❌ crowded. ❌ smell bad because smoking inside is allowed. ❌ I didn’t gamble anyways

Food: ✅ tasty. ✅ staff were very cool and accommodating about my allergies. ❌ But you have to walk through casinos to get to a lot of the restaurants

Pinball museum: ✅ actually way cooler than I thought it would be. ✅ they have loads of old pinball machines and arcade games and you can play most of them. ✅ I got to play DDR for the first time. ✅✅✅ they had a Computer Space machine and I freaked out when I saw it. It was out of order but still it was just so amazing to see in person

[chorus-the-mutate]

You know what? Fuck you. *Paralyzes your Atom Eve in natural lighting*

[dialdrunk]

might start journaling down oc thoughts idk

[scriptseekstories]

Invincible and Dc Crossover.

Mark is Reader’s boyfriend and he comes over to visit her, only to find out how shit her family is.

In this au, Reader could even be the Atom!Eve, since Eve’s family as totally shit as well. Hey, it means she gets a sibling relationship with Oliver.

Bruce when he realises that his child’s boyfriend’s dad is a fucking maniac and so is the boyfriend: 😐

Fun fact the reason I made my last post was because I just got into Invincible and I was like “you know what? This shit slaps”

Change in Family

Yandere Batfamily x Atom! Reader x Yandere Invincible

Okay, let’s do this one more time.

If we go for the Atom Eve!Reader route, then we know what the batfamily is like. More of the same with any other neglected!Readers. But this would be worse as you’re considered to be a Meta and we all know how Batman feels about Metas in Gotham

Let’s say we go with the similar stories of neglected readers. You were ignored and tormented by certain robins (Damien lol), you only had Alfred and/or Duke, you gained your powers in your senior year, graduate and moved away to leave your family behind, with the occasional calls from Alfred and Duke.

You joined the Guardian of the Globe to save people, and that’s where you meet Mark Grayson, this slightly awkward and shy kid who is apparently the son of THE Omni-Man. You were obviously intimidated by this dude, but soon your feelings got the better of you, and you fell for Mark.

Saving his ass was one way to get him to fall for you too. Unethical way for romance, but hey, a big win for you. He fell harder for you, and you both decided to get your feelings out of the way and had your kiss on the battlefield, immediately getting scolded by Cecil.

OR-

We have a none super story where you were the only normal kid in your family, the familiar story goes where you met Mark at college. You needed a fresh start that didn’t involve being in the shadows of the Waynes, so having all this hard work and studies is better than nothing.

You actually didn’t technically meet in college, you met when some villain was in the city and crashed into the campus, where you were almost crushed if it weren’t for Invincible. You had your fair share of attacks back at Gotham, so he was surprised when he saw your calm demeanor before getting back into fighting the villain.

After a while he caught up to you as Mark Grayson, who awkwardly stumbled next to your seat and rambling about the attack earlier, and he mentioned about seeing you almost getting killed, even more shocked to see you shrugging.

“It happens more than you think, especially in Gotham,” He was amazed you moved all the way from Gotham, and it just went on from there. You eventually found out he was Invincible after months of being friends, with in turn became dating.

No matter which path you choose

You are adored by Mark, which extends to his family. Oliver looks up to you, whether or not you’re human or Atom Eve!Reader, he sees the way Mark has heart eyes for you, and he declared you to be the best future sister-in-law ever.

You would always recreate his toys to be cooler, despite Debbie’s raised eyebrow and crossed arms at your sheepish smile while Oliver played with a heat seeking foam missile.

Of course, you kept in touch with Alfred, telling you the adventures you went on as Atom Eve, or your studies if you were human. You never told him about your boyfriend as despite being the only father figure you know (the addition of Cecil and Nolan), you knew his opinions about metas.

Your calls with Alfred eventually led you to work up the courage and confess to him that you have a boyfriend, and you don’t know by the look on the butler’s face that he was proud or horrified.

You could feel the glare of Alfred through the phone when you moved the camera to face Mark. Poor guy was sweating bullets by the stare he gave. “I-Is he going to… kill me?” He meeked asked, “I mean he almost killed Superman with not even Kryptonite… so I wouldn’t be too worried?” You sheepishly replied.

Unfortunately, your confession about Mark was being eavesdropped by Stephanie, who spat out her orange juice and tackled the phone out of Alfred’s hands, shouting into the phone -which in turn the whole manor- about; “(NAME)!! SINCE WHEN DID YOU MOVED OUT?! AND MANAGED TO HAVE THAT DORK BAG A BADDIE LIKE YOU?!”

What a snitch, now your other siblings are freaking out at the fact you moved out. “Yeah, for ONE year!! The fact you didn’t notice is very comforting!” you scoffed, all the while Mark was awkwardly laying next to you.

Bruce was distraught, not just the fact you were far away, but you have a BOY in your ROOM!! It doesn’t matter if you had a girl, boy, genderfluid or non-binary!! Why are you dating?!

“You shouldn’t be dating at your age!” He shouted through the phone, “I’m 21!!” You said in disbelief, making Mark cover his mouth to hide his smile while you elbowed him.

Dick was more distraught than Bruce if that was even possible. He was trying to tear the phone away from Bruce while crying his eyes out. “B-Baby bird!! Why did you leave us?! You shouldn’t be out there filled with overpowered monsters!! You should be inside the manor where it’s safer!! I-in fact, we’re coming right now!!”

You panicked, trying to find and excuse to sway them. If you choose Option A: Confess you have powers and is the hero Atom Eve “I’ve had powers since I was 16!!” You showed them through the phone by making one of Mark’s rock collection into a statue of a middle finger.

Or Option B: Throw Mark under the bus and say you have Invincible as your boyfriend to protect you. “He’s half-Viltrumite! He can protect me more than Batman!” You pulled Mark to your hip.

If you choose either one, congratulations!! Both were the wrong answers!! Now you either have your family freaking out that you had powers and only told Alfred, or they’re freaking out that you’re dating Invincible.

Whatever the outcome, you hid in the home of Mark, where Debbie treated you like you were her child, and Nolan? He approved of you so that’s good.

“Babe, it’s okay! Maybe they actually want to make amends with you!” Mark being the optimist he is he tired to reassure you while you shook your head. “You don’t know my family like I do, Mark! They only care now because of Steph eavesdropping! They wouldn’t even have remembered me if it weren’t for- UGH!!”

If you were Atom Eve! Reader, your frustration would’ve gotten a few items from Mark’s room turned into liquid. Human! Reader would’ve just kicked Mark’s chair to the ground. Mark frowned before holding you close.

“I’m sorry for whatever you been through. I promise you, they won’t take you away from your home. Away from me,” You wiped your tears of frustration and smiled at him, kissing him softly before hugging him again.

Mark wasn’t going to let your neglectful family to finally see you as one of their own, for they had years to do so. He confided to his dad, worried that you will be sent back to Gotham.

“If you want me to give them a total beatdown, I’m on it!” Oliver grinned while the Nolan boys were in an open field to talk about your situation.

“I don’t want to lose them, dad. I love them so much, a-and they want to take that away from me!!” He shouted before sending a boulder into the sky. Nolan simply hummed while floating next to Mark.

“Son… You know how much I love your mother,” Mark nodded, “I would do anything for her. (Name), they mean so much to you as well. They even managed to wiggle themselves into this family,” He chuckled.

“Duh! You gotta show those dorks that we ain’t gonna to let anything slide with us! (Name) is practically family!” Oliver floated upside down while attempting to land.

“They’re yours now Mark, and you can’t let others take what’s yours…” Usually, Mark would question such words his father would say, but he was right. You are his just as much as he is yours, and he’d be damned if he let these neglectful people show up suddenly.

“Don’t worry dad, I won’t let them go. Ever,” Nolan smiled softly, “Good, because between the three of us, your mother got more attached to (Name) than we did,” Mark laughed, but knew that Debbie loved you more.

There would be a dinner, hosted by the gracious Bruce Wayne to show he means no harm, (to you of course he’s going to kill this Mark). It was time to meet the family, the Nolan’s included.

Cecil is on watch with the GotG (not those guardians) as he grew attached to you as well, in case the Bats pull something, and Alfred has the Justice League on command to swoop in just in case things got ugly.

“It’s so great to have the family back together for dinner,” Bruce smiled brightly as you were forced to sit between him and Selina, who was amused by this whole ordeal, but was still happy you were back.

With the state down between Mark and Nolan vs the Bats, Debbie and Selina were casually talking and in their own vibe.

“You must be Selina Kyle. Debbie Nolan, and I must say you definitely manage to hold down this family with a lover who is… delusional,” Debbie chuckled, “No judge though, been there,” Selena grinned while clinking her glass.

“Glad you like my style, truly amazing to see how the men try to pin against each other when we could really need the extra support in keeping them safe,” They already agreed that you were the number one priority between families and that you will be protected.

“Psst, you already got dirt on them?” Steph whispered to Barbara and Tim as they typed on their tablets under the table. They nodded as they gave glared at them, to which Mark glared back before focusing his lovey dovey eyes back on you.

It made them furious to see how he touched you (holding your hand) how he pampered you (gave you a kiss) how vile he is (he blushed when you complimented him).

“Baby bird, may I ask why you’re dating a hero who has the same last NAME as me?!” Dick accused, making you and Mark look at each other before an awkward silence filled dinner. Jason had the decency to stomp Dick’s foot hard to make him shut up.

Duke at least tried to give you his blessings, but even he knew something was up with your boyfriend’s family, specifically his dad. The way he stared at them as if they were mere ants.

Cass noticed too and they both spent called for backup of the Young Justice just in case.

“(Name), I find it absurd you take amusement in this Superman wannabe. Powers only make a being more perceptible to deadly scenarios,” Damien crossed his arms while glaring deadly daggers at Mark.

“Sooo, you’re their little brother? Pssh, I can already tell you’re a spoiled brat who thinks he’s better than everyone else here really he just has mommy issues,” Oliver smiled while stabbing his steak with his fork.

“Shut it, your purple grape!” Damien snarled, slamming his hands on the table, “At least I actually learned not to kill!” Oliver quipped, “Barely!” Both kids glared as you were about to just bolt out of here.

“Nolan Grayson,” Bruce cleared his throat, causing the shouting silence, “While I do appreciate you have given a roof over my dear (Name), I highly doubt it would be safe for them to continue living at your residence. They’ll be better staying here,” He said with a steady tone.

“Bruce-,” You started, but Nolan simply hummed, “Funny, I think it’ll be better for them to be protected by someone who they actually call dad,” Ohhh that made Bruce furious.

If things so seriously bad, then let’s just say that you’ll be seeing superhumans fight to the death just for you.

Meanwhile, Mark took you away from the outright war to give some kissing times with you.

Don’t get me started about the Markverse, that’ll give Bruce a stroke seeing them looking at you with hungry eyes.

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[norrisainz33]

indy || po5

summary: after working a fellowship with mclaren f1 team, you get offered your dream job but the only catch is…. they’re actually sending you to indiana

pairing: pato o'ward x nonfamous!!reader

fc & warnings: becky g kinda and poorly translated spanish and very minor bad language

requested: yes!! omg my first pato fic and request! wahoooo!!!

masterlist

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ynuser: AMIGAS!!!! i landed my dream job!!! say hello to arrow mclaren's newest full time photographer!! but please be for real with me rn how many aura points am i losing by moving to indiana………

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friend1: ay dios mío. indianapolis??? wHY

ynuser: no ik BUT why NOT!?

yourbff: i’m so proud of you hermosa chica

ynuser: gracias mi amor

friend2: ngl homie …. a decent amount of aura points

ynuser: ok…. and if i said i actually applied to work in the uk with the mclaren f1 team but they said actually we wanna send you to indycar instead then would i gain any back?

friend2: now hold on you should’ve lead with that

yoursibling: nooooooo you’re leaving me to go to INDIANA?!

ynuser: visit me loser

yoursibling: no!

friend3: too busy looking at how hot you are to even react to the caption

ynuser: 😘😘😘😘😘

friend4: congrats bb girl

ynuser: gracias 🤍

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ynuser: shes beauty, shes grace, shes me trying to figure out what an overcut is (send help) 😌😌 had the best weekend in st pete! thanks for having me florida xx

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friend1: the way i have followed all indycar and arrow mclaren socials despite not even know what an indy car is just to see all the amazing pics mi amiga takes

ynuser: fan behavior! jk love you bebe

arrowmclaren: welcome to the team y/n!

ynuser: thank you arrowmclaren! couldn't be happier to be here

patriciooward: i'll teach you! solo di cuándo [just say when]

ynuser: 🤯 say less

yoursibling: oh so you'll invite me to indiana but not florida? fake

ynuser: ungrateful for the invite to my new home so no fun trips for youuuuuuu

yourbff: ok hermosa, lo que digas! [ok gorgeous, whatever you say]

ynuser: 😘😘

nolansiegel: great to meet you this weekend y/n! thanks for the sick pics

ynuser: likewise nolan!! ofc its literally my job

user1: so you're the photographer who took those perfect pics for me and my friends!! thank you for being so kind and for indulging us 🤍

ynuser: omg of course!! you guys had the cutest outfits there was no way i wasn't going to photograph xx

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friend2: now hold up..... who dis?

ynusr: heheheheh a driver for mclaren

friend2: he can drive right into me fr

ynuser: ASFGNKF jajajajaja

yourbff: oh you weren't kidding he handsome handsome

ynuser: painfully so.... and he's so nice?? and funny?? and speaks spanish??? and laughed at all my jokes???? and said i looked pretty????? and explained all of indycar to me????

yourbff: nah im OUT

ynuser: he was like lowkey flirting and im freaking out

yourbff: DETAILS NOW

ynuser: well we went out for drinks after our media day here in long beach so he could give me a rundown of indycar right? and like it started professional but after a drink or two he put his hand on the back of my chair, leaned in way closer than necessary and started asking me all these questions about myself instead. like?? sir?? and the whole time his thumb was just casually rubbing little circles on my back like it was nothing??? i was trying to remember the different tire types and he’s over casually giving me bedroom eyes like its nothing. and MAYBE IT IS IDK!!!!

yourbff: i'm speechless. no one casually acts like that w out something behind it no no

ynuser: thats what im saying

yourbff: have you talked since?

ynuser: yes he texted me and said AND I QUOTE: "i really enjoyed getting to know you. lets do this again."

yourbff: i was JUST wearing my pants. no idea where they have gone.

yourbff: he wants you. only explanation.

ynuser: girl pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭

yoursibling: now you're posting a MAN ?! ay dios mío

ynuser: you will never let me live

friend3: your ability to make friend with everyone is incredible. i am so jealous of you

ynuser: omg stoppp

friend4: blah blah blah proper name back story

ynuser: you get it

friend5: i thought we were team penske in this house

ynuser: idk who house your in but it ain't mine!

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user2: WHO THIS I INOW THAY AINT MY GIRL ELBA

frosenqvist: this who i think it is?

patriciooward: the chica i was talking about? yes 😏

frosenqvist: ohhhhh making moves huh?

patriciooward: if you mean getting her her favorite coffee and making her giggle then yes

frosenqvist: perfect

user4: PATITOT WHI IS THIS

davidmalukas: oh !

patriciooward: 😊

user5: ok so i’m gonna go camp at this coffee shop now

ynuser: omg not the candid what is this……. ugh at least i look good here

patriciooward: you look good everywhere

ynuser: omg 🥹 gracias pato

patriciooward: de nada y/n/n

user9: pato please don’t do this to me. i thought we had something special

nolansiegel: elba looks different here

patriciooward: hehe you know it’s not elba

nolansiegel: so things are going well with your girl then?

patriciooward: yes they are 😉

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friend1: you look incredible

ynuser: thank you my love ❤️‍🔥

friend2: CAN HE FIGHT BC I WANT YOU

ynuser: honestly i don’t think he can but he won’t have to bc i’m all yours mi amiga

nolansiegel: omg bestie im a private story bestie i could cry

ynuser: you do realize you’re my favorite person in all of indiana right?

nolansiegel: omg this literally made my day i dont think you understand

nolansiegel: now tell me…… is this outfit for a certain teammate of mine 🤨

ynuser: 😔 maybe

nolansiegel: well between you and me that teammate can’t stop talking about how excited he is

ynuser: 😭😭😭😭😭

yourbff: YES YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES

ynuser: yayyyyy gracias!!

patriciooward: damn what other man is taking you out today

ynuser: haha ……. you weren’t supposed to see this i’m gonna die of embarrassment

patriciooward: oh so there is another man?! WHO?! nolan?! david m? JASON FROM FINANCE?!

ynuser: pato please 😭 the only person i’m going on a date with today is you

patricioooward: well in that case your outfit is perfect 😍😫 can’t believe you think i’m the hottest man you’ve ever seen

ynuser: i’m so embarrassed 😔😭 (but you are i can’t lie)

patriciooward: good thing i can’t lie either because i do think you’re the hottest woman i’ve ever seen

ynuser: ay dios mío stopppppp 😭😭😭

friend4: beautiful gorgeous perfect

ynuser: 🤍🤍🤍🤍

yoursibling: you look HOT however i find it horrifying that you’re letting a man take you out

ynuser: it is alarming ik but hes not just any man my dear

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ynuser: life is truly crazy because one minute you're crying about moving to a new town and the next you're working your dream job and taking pictures of your situationship going over 200 mph like its no big deal

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friend3: did i miss a chapter here 🤨

ynuser: i’ll call you 😌

davidmalukas: wait im in these pics can i be your situationship too?

ynuser: i mean…..

patriciooward: watch it both of you

friend2: tea tea tea

ynuser: 🤯

patriciooward: oh who that in the number 5 car?

ynuser: mmm just some guy idk

patriciooward: sabes que soy mucho más que un chico cualquiera. [you know i'm much more than just some guy]

user3: love your photos!!

ynuser: 🥹🥹 thank you

yourbff: oh so we’ve upgraded to situationship now?

ynuser: maybe 🫨

patriciooward: she’s playing hard to get 🙄 i thought she was my girlfriend

ynuser: i’m calling hr

yourbff: let’s not fight children

user2: i wish indycar had gossip pages like f1 bc this interaction would be doing insane numbers

yoursibling: wait why you kinda famous who are all these ppl

ynuser: i’m gonna blow up and act like i don’t know you

yoursibling: i believe it

arrowmclaren: we’re so glad you moved to the new city

ynuser: me too 🧡

user5: waitttt you are living the actual dream

ynuser: i am incredibly lucky 🧡

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patriciooward: we gave it everything out there for a beautiful p1! gracias por todo y gracias a mi novia por dejarme publicarla. dejó de hacerse la difícil 😉 [thank you for everything and thank you to my girlfriend for letting me post her. she stopped playing hard to get!]

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user1: felicitaciones!

yourbff: you can tell which pics she took and which one someone else took 😭

patriciooward: the professional was a bit busy in that second shot 😉

ynuser: orgullosa de ti 🧡 [proud of you]

patriciooward: gracias mi amor

lando: congrats on a strong weekend mate!

patriciooward: thanks champ!

user2: naurrrrrrrrrr you have a girlfriend?! congrats ig

frosenqvist: got the girl and the win! let’s go!

patriciooward: yes sir 😉

elbaoward: obsessed with everything about this 🤍

patriciooward: me too 😍

arrowmclaren: that’s our driver!!! [liked by patriciooward]

user4: wahooo patoooooooo

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ynuser: dream job lead me to my dream man who woulda thought! patitio te amo mucho 🧡

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yourbff: que románticaaaaaaaa 😍 [how romantic]

ynuser: si si mami

user2: violently sobbing. i wish my job led me to pato oward [liked by ynuser]

nolansiegel: woohooo!! best hard launch ever

ynuser: thanks for the constant hype noly

patriciooward: why didnt i get the same nice comment from you nolan?

ynuser: bc he likes me more :)

nolansiegel: that is true unfortunately! pato who?

patriciooward: W O W

patriciooward: yo tambien te amo bebe [i love you too baby]

ynuser: siempre y para siempre [always and forever]

yoursibling: we've lost a real one chat

ynuser: or gained one depending on how you look at it

frined3: YYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS [liked by ynuser]

friend4: i wanna be you when i grow up please

ynuser: and you can be easy peasy

user5: imma need you to post a story time about how you broke into motorsports and became a wag at the same time bc you are the blueprint [liked by ynuser]

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a/n: thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

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[altades]

Alternitive Universe Eve I think she'd be the paralyzed eve from S2, but she rebuild herself when mark was visiting and used his body to gain viltrumite powers. Might also brainwash him to use against omniman later (mark can heal from losing half his body weight right?)

She isn't evil she's just crashing out cuz mark destroyed her world, killed most of her friends and then paralyzed her so she just has to sit there and watch it happen everyday - which yeah made her a little unhinged but that's understandable

It broke her to the point that her mental blocks give out - letting her use her powers to the fullest extent, fighting mark and winning. She almost dies too but uses marks body to rebuild herself (she eats all his limbs😔)

Some sympathizing doctors hide her and Mark - cuz of course he can't just die and leave her alone - and the doctors couldn't kill him. But Eve, realizing she'll probably need help to stop Omniman wants to try to brainwash Mark the way she did in her backstory

Mark wakes up later, still fucked up completely, wanting to kill eve, but bro got no limbs so thats not going to work lol. She tries to erase his memories and put in mental blocks like she had so he can't kill (or disobey her). It doesn't work at first,

But cuz this mark is... Insanely obsessed with her he eventually gives in. So he gets put in a tube to regenerate. 

Eve stats a rebellion - probably with the help of dinosaurus - assembling all heroes who are still alive to kill nolan

It goes as well as you'd expect - nolan is almost impossible to kill, so they use the "the son you thought died because of your incompetence is actually alive and he's brainwashed to hate you :3" mental nuke to get him unstable enough and beaten down enough for eve to control him

So with both evil graysons now under control they start rebuilding. Alan shows up, Eve gets him to help her rebuild earth. They fight Thragg, find out mark is the fucking emperor (cuz OF COURSE he is), the viltrumites execute Thragg (eve isn't taking any chances)

I also think it would be an interesting position for eve to be in - even though SHE saved earth, SHE went up against the viltrume empire, SHE is the good guy Mark still gets to be the main character SOMEHOW. 

And that motherfucker is still weirdly obsessed with her😭😭😭

Also i think she'd get together with Rex - they lead the rebellion together (kind of. He was her emotional support) And Mark is very jealous. 

Maybe Eve could get an heir from Mark - a child she can raise to be the new emperor, and who will be a good one. Just to add to the drama

Mark also regains his memories at some point - he even changes for the better, but he's still a weird non-human freak with little empathy. He's also weaker cuz all his limbs are not fully viltrumite.

The robot parts are there to keep her body from shifting too much - since the mental blocks are gone. But she can basically shapeshift and heal immediately - as long as she's not worn out or insta-killed she's practically unstoppable.

I also think she can’t immediately kill viltrumites cuz their body is so dense it's like moving mountains. But she's strong enough to fuck them up.  Thinking too much about her becoming Evevincible and saving the universe and all that

[gpt890]

if I think too hard about Gayvincible & William I start throwing up and crying and screaming

I remember watching the ep in season 1 where Mark & Amber tag along with William to visit the University and I like Clutched my pearls so hard at this scene and turned to my bf like “THIS HAS TO BE WHY GAYVINCIBLE EXISTS…”

I didn’t Think this was gonna be a long form post but fuck I have a lot to say hold on

This scene in the Gayvincible-verse (spare me I literally don’t know what else to call it) to Me would read more so as William being not only shocked that Mark’s Invincible-but also getting a small crush on him for saving his life. I personally would like to imagine Rick is still there and he and William are still a thing, but maybe just not as emotionally invested? I can’t see William as a guy who swaps his interests so easily, so maybe he just has extra room to be attracted to Mark bc he’s not super serious about Rick.who knows anyone else cab see it differently it’s not canon I just like making my own personal canon

Then due to this new Romantic infatuation with Mark (specifically his super badass scary super hero side) William acts pretty much the same as he does in the normal episode but Tenfold-def tries to slip really bad flirting into there and Mark just. Isn’t impressed 😭in Maskless Mark’s universe specifically, I see his relationship with Amber crumbling partially due to him questioning his Own sexuality (his name is GayVincible. he likes boys only💔) and that of course frustrates him even more so in this scene bc he doesn’t know Why he’s staying with Amber if she seems to get so angry over things Mark *has* to do, and if he’s not even that attracted to her..!!!

That’s why I feel like in this universe Mark would agree to follow William to find Rick immediately instead of looking for Amber at the party. (Yes he flies William in costume to where Rick went missing and despite William’s worries about Rick he’s Extremely giddy he gets to be carried in Mark’s arms.) But to sync things up and make William getting restrained make sense, maybe Sinclair knocks them both out at first and restrains them both (to which Mark easily breaks out of the restraints bc duh). The three super humans would go to restrain him again, which causes the fight that happens in canon to break out.

A thing I like to think about the other Mark variants is that they’re all just a little bit more Viltrumite than og Mark is, who is closer to a 50/50 human-Viltrumite. Maskless Mark specifically probably isn’t too much more Viltrumite, but he’s closer to a 55/45 range.

That being said, Maskless Mark is Stronger than og Mark, and doesn’t get his shit rocked as hard by the super humans in this universe😭

When he knocks Rick’s faceplate off, William still attempts to reason with Rick, and admits to the “doing the dirty by the lake last summer” thing, but my freak ass likes to think that maybe….Thats what helps motivate Mark to kill this guy. I’ve seen a lot of ppl lean towards a more “yandere” trope for Maskless Mark, and while I wouldn’t say this is necessarily *That*, I do like the idea of him being extremely jealous…

All that being said, Rick *doesn’t* come back to consciousness anyways, so Mark *has* to kill him. And he does so by snapping his neck in front of William mercilessly 😭

Which leads to this very intimidating and yet. Intimate? Screenshot between them,,the aftermath of the college trip becomes that Mark comforts William the whole night, and can’t get himself to leave his side, even after Amber returns back to the dorm and he finds her asleep in Rick’s bed. Amber and Mark break things off at this point, and they are pretty much the same as they are in canon about it (not hostile or terrible to each other after the break up, just very very sad. Maybe a little less sad since it dragged on for less time here) And Eventually Mark gets with William. Probably post Nolan betrayal, as William is Terrified for his safety and Mark…is single and crazy in love with him.

However their relationship ends or William potentially dies is still a mystery to me-but that’s up for other Wark fans to decide I guess >;D

[timbradfordslover]

Warnings: none just lots of fluff

Summary: Tim's wife sets up a few pranks for April fools.

April fools day

Tomorrow is April Fools'. A day that Y/N Bradford goes all out for. Last year she deflated one of the tires in Tim's shop and had Jerry put some crickets in the war bags before his boot got them. This year, however, she wants to expand it to their house. While Tim is asleep in their bed, she gets her little pranks ready. First she takes his cuffs off his duty belt and replaces them with fuzzy leopard ones. After that she puts all the clocks in the house forward two hours and changes the time zone on his phone to match.

The next morning Y/N sits up suddenly and wakes up Tim. “Tim, wake up! We’re going to be late!’ She says loudly.

“Huh, what baby?” He says, sitting up, still groggy from sleep.

“Look at the time; we should have been up 2 hours ago,” she says as she watches him check his phone. He throws his shirt off and rushes to get dressed. Y/N goes to the bathroom to pretend to start getting ready.

She comes out and goes into the kitchen to see Tim making coffee. “Is it normally this dark when we get up? And why aren’t you dressed?” he asks, confused.

She smirks and pulls out her phone and shows the lock screen. He sees that the time was two hours behind and the date above it.

“Really, Y/N? You nearly gave me a heart attack with that.” He says slightly annoyed.

“I’m sorry,” she says, giggling as she wraps her arm around his waist and leads him back towards the bedroom.

After she visits with Lucy in the locker room at the station, Y/N goes to the roll call room to wait with Angela and Harper.

“So what pranks you got this year?” Angela asks with a knowing smile. She and Harper know about her little jokes she likes to pull on Tim. She’s been doing it since they were rookies.

“You’re about to see,” she laughs mischievously. A minute later Tim comes in looking embarrassed. He marches up to where the three detectives are sitting.

“Hi, Tim,” his wife says, looking up at him.

“Give me my cuffs, he says annoyed.

“I don’t have them. Maybe Smitty took them,” she says with no emotion. “

"Really, babe; don’t make me file an incident report.” He whines.

“Here," she says, pulling them out of her pants pocket. "Don't lose the other ones," she says with a smirk.

Tim’s face turns red as he goes to his seat next to Nolan.

A few hours later, while Tim is out on patrol with Aaron, Y/N goes and gets a ticket book from Jerry and goes to her desk to write one. She writes it for “unlawful use of good looks.” Once she is done, she goes out to Tim’s truck and puts it in between the windshield wipers.

“You ready?” Tim asks, coming out of the locker room to meet Y/N in the bullpen.

“Yep. You want to get food or make something?" she asks him as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"We can get something," he answers.

They walk out of the station and head to Tim’s truck. Tim goes around it to open the passenger side door.

“What is this?” he asks as he picks up a small paper from the windshield.

“I don’t know. What does it say?” Y/N asks him.

“Really, baby?’, he says with disbelief as he reads the ticket she wrote.

“What does “unlawful use of good looks even mean?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"It means you're very good-looking", she says while laughing.

"I can't with you," he chuckles as he gets into the driver's seat.

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 13

I saw these suits and I had an epiphany while thinking about what the bat sis should wear: one and two

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It always took a while for you to process something, especially this. You thought you’ll be fine- another shitty dad, nothing new, just keep yourself busy- work, college, train Mark, help around the house, repeat… You never realized how much you actually loved the man, how attached you grew to him despite how hard you tried to brush it off. You never realized until you crashed out after a mission while seeing a kid cry for their parents.

You moved behind some buildings, hiding between some industrial trash bins, curled into a ball, and just broke down. Bruce was whatever, he didn’t choose you like he chose the others, but Nolan did. The fucker went out of his way to take you- and yet… And yet neither Debbie, Mark nor you were enough to make him stay, to make him think of you lot as more than pets he can throw away. Those thoughts clouded your mind, and turned on you quickly, not even the shadows could soothe the pain.

The Immortal found you an hour later and gently picked you up. “It’s not your fault.” Was the only thing he said while he carried you home. After that Cecil insisted you take a break, which you found absurd, you were self-employed, worked under your own company, and the taxes you paid proved that, but you didn’t fight it. So, you’ve been rotting in your bed for a bit, simply not finding the energy to do anything but keep yourself clean and occasionally cook, just to help Debbie a bit.

The funeral of the Guardians went and passed, Mark had taken to moving into your room before he went to University, Eve, Amber, Samson, John, and your college friends occasionally visited. You haven’t seen Immortal since he got in a yelling match with Mark, calling you both as dangerous as Nolan. That had set your mental health back a few days.

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John didn’t go back to the Justice League space station, he hung around for a bit, letting you hang onto him for a while, until you fell asleep. He didn’t go even when you were deep into the dream world. Constantine still stayed around, mostly sitting on the edge of the couch you slept on, only moving when Debbie invited him to some wine. He left the next day after you woke up.

So, when the pull of an emergency teleportation triggered and made him almost kiss the ground he wasn’t surprised to see the mug of an angry Batman with photos of your civilian persona from the fight with your dad and a screenshot of your hero persona wearing the “I killed the joker” T-shirt next to a tourist on the big screens. “Explain.” Was the only thing that came out of Bruce.

Constantine just sighed from the depths of his soul while pulling a chair and lighting a cigarette, ignoring Superman and Wonder Woman. “Could explain a lot of stuff, Batsy, be specific.” John didn’t even flinch as Batman slammed his fist on the table. “She killed the Joker.”

“Doesn’t look like I need to explain anything then, mate.” John blows the smoke away from Batman, he wasn’t that ballsy. ”You already know she killed him, what more would you want?”

“We just want to know how you know her. How you know Omni-Man.” Superman was quick to play the good cop, but John just shrugged. Honestly, he had to deal with way too many shades because of the clown, good riddance. “She’s a friend, none of you could kill her. Slow her down? Mm, maybe. Eliminate her? Never.” He knew killing was never Batman’s plan A, but he wasn’t betting on it.

“As for her daddy…” He sighs again, rubbing his temple. “He’s a Viltrumite, they conquer words and ‘better’ them. Why care now? You never did before.” John was referring to both you and the Viltrumites. “She’s a dangerous unknown.” Ah, and this is why Bobo was named the greatest detective and not the Bat. “And if the Viltrumites are as dangerous as you’ve said-“

“You only want to do something about it now because it may affect you.” John got up slowly not looking away as Batman towered over him. “The Viltrumites don’t have a kryptonite, Bruce.” He growled at the man. “We either get another fifty Supermen to beat their heads in until they stop moving or we change their mind. And look how well that option went for The Sorceress and Invincible.” Batman’s frown only deepened.

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Black Samson was beyond worried. The Immortal had been off the hinges for a long while, hot and cold, black and white, exploding at anything and everything, the kids were driving him insane, and you were still missing in action. So, he did what any reasonable man his age would do and snuck into a young woman’s room. Yours specifically.

“Alright, I’ve had enough! You’ve been rotting-“ He stopped as soon as he saw you in your hero gear eating a bowl of sliced fruit. “…I was just eating a snack before going out.” You said while munching away. “Oh… Are you-“

“No… But it’ll be quite hypocritical of me to be mopping around when I nagged you every other week to get back outside.” You shrug. “I’ll get better… eventually. But It’ll take time.” Samson seems to relax at that. “And I had a whole speech-“ You snicker at that. “Yeah- my speech.”

“It was a great speech.” He tried defending himself. “It got me outside and everything.” You smiled, unable to argue with such sound logic. “Thank you for checking up on me, Sam.”

“You’re welcome, kid.” The man smiled at you before turning back to the window. “Now if you excuse me, I’ll leave. I do not want to explain to your mom why I am here-“ The devilish amused cackle that left you only urged the man to hurry.

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You did get better… kind of. But it was good enough to make you put up with Lex and his blasted party. Granted, seeing your mom, Mark, and your friends enjoying the party, and destroying the free buffet, made you happy. You were hiding out on the balcony anyway.

“If your mother knew you were drinking alcohol without supervision, she’d have my head. Nice suit.” You snorted at Luthor’s words as he joined you, leaning on the railing with you. “You’d make a nice taxidermy trophy. And thanks, wanted to be different from the other girls.” You joked, nudging the man.

You both took in Metropolis’ night sky, enjoying the silence for a few seconds. “Why is the Immortal looking at you with such sad puppy eyes?” You snort. “Why are Wayne and the Kents here?”  Lex just gave a shrug and a shit-eating smirk. “You like the Kents, Bruce Wayne wants to meet The Sorceress on the bat’s behalf, and I forgot to send my secretary the list of guests that was custom-made for the occasion and didn’t have ninety percent of the people here.”

“I like Lois Lane, both Bruce and the Bat can die, and-“ You sigh, rubbing at your temple. “Somehow, I believe that last part. Why are you so attached to my hip, anyway?” Lex gives a sarcastic laugh. “Nice way to avoid my question, but to answer yours, maybe I just want to enjoy the company of my greatest little helper.”

The look that you gave him was a clear expression of how much you thought the man was high on alien weed. “If by helper you’re referring to me calling you stupid for forgetting to check PFAS and Asbestos levels while snapping pictures for the Pulitzer winner herself, Lois Lane- sure. I believe you.”

This is why Luthor enjoyed your madness. The sarcasm, the banter, the mocking with no hard feelings. It made him feel normal. He almost shivered at the thought, perishing it immediately. “There also, might be a mercenary who paid quite a lot to get a seat and have the chance to meet you.”

“Is he mad? Don’t answer that, I don’t think you’re a good judge of that.” You take a sip from your glass. “He’s quite reputable, Slade Willson. He’s-“ You immediately interrupt him. “I know who that is and what he does. Don’t you find it fishy how an apparent assassin with supposed morals just knew you’d host such a thing?”

“Don’t bother- I won’t believe a word that comes out of your smug ass face. I want half of what he gave you.” Lex Luthor just smiled brighter. “I’ll give you the full amount if you come back and tell me everything.” You laugh and accept the deal. You’d never pass on a good gossiping session.

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“Damn.” Lois said as Clark finished parroting back what he heard from the other side of the room. “I know that she doesn’t like you because she doesn’t know you-“ She said while looking at her husband before turning to Bruce. “But what did you do?”

Bruce’s scowl seemed permanent these past days, his blank look telling Lois that the man was beyond tired, and his silence told her that he didn’t know. “I don’t like how close she is to Luthor.” Clark whispers. “He’s not a good role model for anyone, let alone a young girl who just lost her father. And Slade…”

“She hangs with a lot of rich people and rogues, even talks to some from Gotham.” Bruce frowned at the information Lois provided. “She texts Red Hood and the Sirens quite a lot when she stays around me as I work.” Bruce stopped listening after as his eyes caught you and the bald eagle coming back inside, and he acted.

He quickly passed past the Kents, putting on his Brucie persona and grabbing a full glass of red wine, acting slightly drunk while walking right to the prize. He greeted business people and heroes, walking in a slight zig-zagged pattern to imitate dizziness and when he was close enough, he stumbled. The wine in his glass flew and hit its target.

“Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry-“ His hand was slapped away as you shook with anger, your suit ruined by the wine, and your skin getting sticky. “Don’t you dare touch me-“ You hiss at the man, making his expression shake. “For fucks sake- you two-faced snake, are you just out to ruin everything I have?”

Something in you just snapped as you saw him act like a fool, knowing better than anyone it was all fake, so your hand just moved, grabbing a plate of mini cakes and smashing the sweets right in his face. “Why can’t you just leave me by, asshole?!” You spread the syrupy sweets on the front of his tux and let the plate fall on his feet, dirtying those too.

Lex wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. Slade immediately took the opportunity to join your other side as you tried to dry your neck and shirt. The mercenary politely greeted Luthor, ignored the still in shock Bruce, and introduced himself to you, offering to pay for the cleanup. “You’ll have to excuse Mr. Wayne he’s quite the imbecile.”

Bruce couldn’t even fight the allegation, it was well played by Willson, and acting like a drunk didn’t help his case. So, he just watched as the older man led her away. “Honestly, Brucie. What did you expect to happen? You’ve become too sloppy.” Lex mocked him, but his prideful smirk went away as soon as Mark and Immortal appeared in front of him, Invincible asked Bruce why he was here while the other man asked who he was.

Those two got distracted by each other, turning their anger on one another as they hissed insult after insult. “Oh, boy.” With Luthor’s mutter of disappointment, Bruce turned back, walking to the Kents. “It could have been worse. If it were me, I would have killed you for that, especially as the birthday girl.” Lois said while looking at Bruce. The man just grunts, neither noticing the way Clark tensed up at the information he heard by eavesdropping on Invincible and Immortal.

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Bruce felt beyond exhausted while he dropped in his chair, blankly looking through the Batcomputer, trying to register everything that happened. “Master Bruce!” He didn’t get a moment of peace before Alfred burst through the door, stopping a few feet in front of him while clutching a picture frame.

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[callsign-dexter]

Love in the Moonlight (18+)

Request: Hiya ❤️ hope you don't mind me sending in a Tim Bradford idea 😊 I thought about something where they're colleagues and close friends (with crushes) but she distances from him as he starts going out for dates. He notices that and one night comes to her apartment to confront her. But as he sees her in her nightgown he can't resist and kisses her, making love to her, and she never stops him. Afterwards they cuddle and he admits that he just went on dates to get rid of the feelings he has towards her, but now all he wants is her to be his girl, which she happily accepts. Thank you in advance sweetheart 💋 you're the best !

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Police Officer!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut

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A/N: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms Tim smut for ya hope you're prepared....

Love can make you do some crazy things. Love could make you jealous to the point of doing something you regret. Love can make you think of nobody else besides that person. Love is just unpredictable. Love is something you want with Tim but it seems like you were the only one that wants that. Tim doesn’t even seem that interested in you and you hated that. Every time you saw Tim you fell further in love but he just seems to see you as one of the guys and that kills you. What you didn’t know was that he loved you too but was too afraid to show. Every date you went on made him jealous and every date he went on shattered your heart a little more each time. You wanted that to be you. You wanted to be the one wrapped in his coat on a windy night or under his arm sleeping in his bed. 

Tim and you were very close and the crush started when you both got out of the academy and then when you both got accepted at the same precinct. Where he became a TO you just became a regular officer and you loved it. You and Tim did everything together from texting each other 24/7, eating lunch together, having each other over at each other’s apartments, crashing at each other places when one became too drunk, even to the point of going to the movies together. You both had everything from bathroom necessities to both of your favorite types of coffee at each other’s apartments.  How were you not supposed to fall in love with the man you hang out with all the time? 

The only people that knew of this crush was your two best friends Angela and Talia who had sworn to secrecy not to say anything. You had girls’ night often and you would rant and rave about it and they would sympathize with you. You even talked to them about maybe transferring to another unit or taking the offer that the FBI that you kept getting offers from. Currently you were out with the girls, that included Lucy now, at a bar that you visited frequently. Everyone was a few drinks in but you were further into them and feeling it. “I just don’t know what to do anymore. Clearly, he doesn’t like me like that and he only sees me as one of his guy friends. I can’t keep going on with this burning aching feeling of love for him. It’s to the point that I’m considering taking that offer that the FBI has been sending me. I would be in Quantico, VA and far away from him.” You said taking a drink of your beer that had been freshly poured. 

“Oh honey, he feels so much more towards you.” Lucy said and you scuffed.

“Bullshit. He has a funny way of showing it.” You said. You were definitely drunk. “I just want to have hot crazy sex with him.” You said and everyone chuckled.

“Ok, that is enough for you.” Angela said “I’m gonna call Tim to come and get you.” She said and you looked at her horrified. You all had taken a cab to the bar since you all were drinking and then you had planned for Nolan or Jackson to come and get you all. You had taken one earlier to secure a spot and started drinking about 3 minutes before them starting with the hard stuff aka Fireball. 

“Nooooo, you can’t do that.” You said beginning to slur. That was the thing about you two, the both of you would drop everything to come to each other aid no matter what and no matter where.

“Yes, I’m calling him.” Angela said and pulled out her phone and dialed his number in. “I’m also calling Nolan afterwards to come and get us. We’re calling it a night.” She said and then Tim answered she started talking to him. 

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Tim was out having a date with Teresa and was not having a good time. He really wished that he was with you at the moment with you cuddled in his arms. Tim was bored. She was going on about something that happened at work and he was halfway paying attention to her. Suddenly he heard his phone ringing and he mentally sighed in relief, he pulled it out and saw that it was Angela calling and he frowned, a million questions ran through his head: ‘Did something happen?’, ‘Were you alright?’. He answered it without hesitation.

“Angela, is everything ok?” He asked right out of the gate.

“Tim, hi. I know you’re on a date right now but Y/N is absolutely hammered. Can you come and get her?” She asked

“Of course. Is she ok?” He asked, reaching for his wallet.

“If you would consider her about to get into a bar fight with a guy that touched her ass, then yeah.” She said and that made his eyes widened in panic.

“I’ll be there soon. Just keep her contained. I’m 5 minutes away.” He said

“We’ll try our best. But you know your girl is strong as hell.” She said and his heart skipped a beat when she said that. “Just hurry.” She said and then hung up and so did he.

Teresa was looking at him as he finished the call. “Let me guess you need to go.” She said and he nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He said and she smiled.

“It’s ok. Raincheck?” She said and he nodded. He got in and started the trip to the bar that was only 5 minutes away. He was quick to spot you and Angela outside and you were sitting on the curb looking drunk as all get out and he knew you would be feeling it in the morning. 

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Angela saw the lights of his truck and sighed in relief. “Y/N, your knight in shining armor has arrived.” She said with a smirk and you looked at her.

“No, he is not. He doesn’t love me like that.” You slurred and she shook her head. Tim parked the truck and got out and walked over to you.

“How much did she have to drink?” He asked and you looked up at hearing his voice.

“Timothy!” You slurred and tried to stand up but fell and he sighed but helped you stand up. 

“I think she started drinking before we arrived.” Angela said and Tim turned toward you.

“Y/N how much have you had to drink?” He asked using his cop voice and you looked at him and started thinking.

“Like 6 shots of Fireball, several glasses of beer, and lots and lots of shots. Speaking of shots, can we go in and get more?” You asked, already starting to turn towards the bar.

“Nope as a friend, I’m cutting you off.” He said and that sent a pang of hurt through your chest.

“Right friend.” You said and let him help you get in his truck. He turned to Angela who was walking with you both and she was opening the door since he was pretty much holding you up. He guided you up into the truck and made sure you were buckled in and then shut the door and turned to Angela. 

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but that girl has had a crush on you since you both got out of the academy. She literally would drop everything for you and you know it and I know you too. It hurts her every time you go out with someone because she wishes that it was her.” She said and he shook his head.

“That’s not true.” He said and she shook her head. “No, she doesn’t. We’re just very good friends.” He said and she shook her head.

“Whatever, just get her home safely.” Angela said and turned back and walked back into the bar. 

Tim got into the truck. He looked over at you and you were sound asleep and he smiled. He put the truck into drive and headed to your apartment. It was a silent ride to your apartment and when he got there. He pulled into a parking spot next to your car and got the truck parked and killed the engine. Then he was walking over to the passenger’s and opened it and unbuckled your seatbelt and gently got you and carried you. When he got to the front door, he grabbed his keys and found your key and unlocked the door. Yes, he had a key to your place and you had a key to his place. He unlocked the door and shut it going straight to your bedroom. He gently laid you down and pulled off your shoes and then covered you up. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed some Tylenol and a bottle of Gatorade and then walked into your office and wrote a note then, he walked it to your room and sat it on the nightstand. He grabbed your phone and plugged it in and then left.

The next morning you woke up to your phone alarm blaring and your head was pounding and you were hung over. You turned over to shut it off and then noticed the note along with the Gatorade and Tylenol. 

Take these and drink all of the Gatorade. It’ll help.

-Tim

You smiled and took the Tylenol and drank the Gatorade as you got ready for the day. By the time you were leaving all of it was gone and you were feeling better. You walked out to your car and got into your car and then you were off to work. You saw Tim’s truck and smiled but then you decided to park next to Nolan’s and got you and walked into the precinct. You greeted everyone and headed to the locker room where you quickly got changed and then walked into the briefing room, it was mostly full and few seats left. Tim noticed you walked in and smiled and motioned to the open seat next to him but you bowed your head and decided to sit next to Smitty of all people and that made him frown, you always sat beside him. Sergeant Grey walked in and started the briefing and then when he was done you shot out of there in a hurry before Tim had even gotten a chance to come and say hi or ask you how you were feeling. 

Lately you had noticed him going on more dates and being happy and that was killing you on the inside. So, you started to distance yourself from him. At first it was making excuses when he asked to hang out and then not answering his every phone call, or hardly texting him and when you text back you would send a short or one worded answer. You even started to take separate lunches or take yours to go. It saddened him that you were pulling away but he didn’t let it show and that upset you, it was like he didn’t even care. 

Lucy and he did catch up to you when you were getting your bags and stuff “Hey, Y/N.” Tim said and you tensed and turned to him.

“Oh, hey.” You said 

“How are you feeling?” He asked

“Fine.” You said and then grabbed your stuff and you were heading to your shop. 

“Hey, are you free tonight? There is a movie out that I thought we could see together.” Tim asked 

“No, sorry. I have plans.” You said and then you were gone before he could get another word out. 

Once you were alone out on the streets you were fine and actually happy. You answered calls here and there and they were mostly easy. There were a few that you had to take in and there were a few traffic stops. It was nearing lunch time and you dreaded it. You pulled over into a parking lot when you saw your phone light up and buzz. You looked at it and saw a few missed calls from Tim but you were busy during that time and a few texts from him. You sighed and debated if you wanted lunch but then your stomach growled and you groaned and put your shop into drive and headed to the usual lunch place. You parked and got out and headed that way you saw Tim and smiled but it quickly faded when a girl came up to him and kissed him. You caught the eye of Angela and Talia when Tim broke apart from the girl, he followed their eyes and saw you and his heart sank. Lunch be damned, you would eat later, you need to talk to Wade. You turned back to your shop and was off before he could even get up or say anything. 

You arrived back at the precinct and parked your shop in the bay and then you were walking into the building and heading to Wade’s office. When you got there you knocked on the door and he looked up and waved you in “Officer Y/L/N, what can I do for you?” He asked and you sighed.

“You know that I’ve been getting offers from the FBI in Quantico, VA specifically from the BAU.” You said and he nodded.

“I do. What is this about?” He asked 

“As much as this pains me to say, I want to take their offer and transfer.” You said and he nodded.

“Are you for sure you want to do this?” He asked and you nodded.

“Very sure, sir.” You said and your phone started buzzing but you ignored it.

“Do you want to get that?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, sir. It can wait.” You said and he nodded.

“I’ll start putting the request in. I’ll be sad when you leave, you’re one of my best officers. I just want you to know that if you ever want to come back you always have a place right here with us.” He said and you nodded smiling.

“Thank you, sir.” You said and he smiled and you left his office running into Angela.

“Hey, what were you talking to Wade about?” She asked

“I asked for the transfer.” You said and she was shocked.

“Seriously?” She asked and you nodded.

“I need to get out of here.” You said and she nodded.

“Is this about Tim?” She asked and you didn’t say anything but she knew her answer and smiled “I get it. I’m gonna miss you when you go.” She said and she laughed but hugged you.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” You said and then you broke apart and then you saw Tim and he was looking at you but you said nothing and walked back to your shop to continue your shift.

This was the right move for you and your career. Right?

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The end of everyone’s shift was nearing and everyone couldn’t wait to be home. There was something that Sergeant Grey was needing to talk to Tim about and requested him to meet in his office. So that was where he was going now. He knocked on the door and was waved in. “Officer Bradford, I want to talk about you taking the sergeants exam.” Wade said and Tim nodded.

“Yes, I’ve been studying for it.” He said and Wade nodded. Tim was looking at him and then something caught his eye. Something that had your name on it. He focused on it more and saw it was a transfer request to the FBI and his heart sank. He knew that you had been getting offers but didn’t actually think you would take it. They finished their talk but all he could think about was those transfer papers and why he didn’t hear about it from you. Wade dismissed him and he left. As he was leaving, he ran into Talia. 

“You got any plans for tonight?” She asked

“Yea, I have another date.” Tim said not knowing you had heard him and not knowing how bad your heart was breaking. He did have a date but now he wanted to go to your place and find out why you were transferring. The shift ended and everyone got changed and was heading out the precinct he caught you walking with Nolan and laughing with him and his heart pinged with jealousy. Then he noticed that your car wasn’t near his when it normally was. Something was wrong and he was going to find out. 

He did end up going on the date but that transfer request was just burning in his mind. He apologized to Teresa and she asked if she would be seeing him again and he said no and then he was off heading to your apartment. He drove like mad until he reached your place and parked in a parking spot, once he killed the engine he was storming up to the apartment and knocking.

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Knocking is what woke you up and you groaned but got up and grabbed a silk robe and slipped it over your silk nightgown. “Hold on, I’m coming.” You said but the knocking persisted. “Hold on, geez.” You said unlocking the door and opening “What-” You began but saw it was Tim “Tim? It’s late. What are you doing here?” You asked.

“You’re transferring?” He asked in a stern slightly higher pitched voice.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, still half asleep.

“Your transfer request to the FBI. I saw it on Sergeant Wade’s desk. Why?” He asked

“You.” You said

“Me?” He asked

“Yes you. Damn it can’t you see? I’m in love with you! I have been ever since we got out of the academy together. Then you go off and date and it kills me. I know it’s selfish but I couldn’t stand for you to be happy with anyone else but me.” You said and he didn’t say anything instead he crashed his lips into yours and kissed you fiercely. He backed you into the apartment and shut the door and then turned you until your back hit the door. You two broke apart when air was needed. 

“I’ve wanted to do that ever since I met you.” He said and then crashed lips into yours and then he was slipping your silk robe off your shoulders revealing your very revealing nightgown he broke the kiss and looked down “Damn you are sexy.” He said and was tapping your thighs and you jumped up and wrapped your legs around him and then he was taking you both to your bedroom. He gently laid you down and quickly got rid of his shirt. He grabbed the hem of your nightgown and looked at you and you nodded and he was slowly peeling it off of you until it was off revealing you weren’t wearing a bra and that made him moan. Your nipples got hard as rocks when air hit them, he admired them and then he was taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, making you mona. His right hand came up to play with your other breast and his left hand was caressing your side. Once he was satisfied with the treatment of your left breast and nipple, he popped off of it and gave your other breast the same attention. Again, once he was satisfied, he popped off of it and then was standing up and getting rid of his jeans and boxers and his hard length came up and slapped him in the stomach.

“I need you.” You said and he nodded and was crawling back up to you and slowly taking your underwear off and adding it to the pile of clothing already growing. He moved in between your thighs and licked a broad strip up your folds and you jumped but moaned. 

“So wet for me and I hardly did anything.” He said, smirking.

“Need you now.” You moaned and looked as he did it again and bit your clit.

“You got it, Baby.” He said and moved up to where he was now face to face with you and kissed you. You could taste yourself on him and you could feel him at the entrance. He grabbed his cock and looked you in the eyes “You ready? Tell me to stop if you need to.” He asked and you nodded and he pushed himself into you and you both moaned.

“Oh, Tim!” You moaned out not even trying to be quiet, neighbors be damned.

“So tight. It was like you were made for me.” He moaned out and started to thrust in and out of you. He stretched you in all the right places and hit you places that you didn’t know that could be hit. He hit you g-spot just right.

“Faster, Baby. Faster.” You moaned out and he nodded and did as he was told and it just brought another wave of pleasure to you. “So good.” You moaned out and his face went into the crook of his neck and he attacked it with kisses and sucked on it. His arms caged you in and your ankles locked behind him making him go deeper. Your hands went to his shoulder blades and your fingers dug into them and then he hit your g-spot and bit your pulse point. Your nails raked down his back leaving long angry red scratch marks in their wake. He hissed into your neck but he did not let up. “‘M close.” You said and he brought his head up from your neck.

“Me too, Baby. Me too.” He said and that just spurred him on to go faster. One hand went down to your clit and started to rub it, getting you closer to your climax. “Cum with me.” He said and then he pinched your clit and then that rubber band snapped and you came hard. You squeezed him and that made his thrusts irregular and the snapping of his hips into your hips came to a halt as you both moaned and he painted your walls white. 

After you both came down from your high you unlocked your ankles and he fell to the side of you onto his back. You ended up lying on his chest tracing shapes and he cuddled you close to him as he covered you both up. “Don’t leave.” He said and you looked up at him.

“Hmm?” You asked in confusion.

“The transfer, cancel it. You belong here with me. I only went on those dates to get rid of my feelings for you and each time I went on them I wished it was you. I love you and have loved you since we graduated from the academy together. I was too stupid to see what it was doing to you and I’m sorry for that.” He said and you smiled.

“I’ll cancel the request to transfer.” You said 

“I want you to be my girl and my only girl. What I’m asking is will you be my girlfriend?” He asked and you smiled and looked up at him.

“I thought you would never ask. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” You said and he smiled “I love you.” You added.

“I love you too.” He said and you both kissed each other and then you resumed your position and you both fell asleep with a smile on your face. 

Both of you were happy and finally got what you wanted and that was each other. 

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[panchulien]

I’m a little scared to ask about Nolan’s grandmas chair… was that a canon thing I missed? XD

Oh, no, no! Sorry for the lack of context, definitely not canon don't worry.. 😅

My friend mentioned "what if Andrei's apartment was like, very small and homey. Comically small for the brick shithouse of a man. Filled with old decorations, mostly left to him from his grandmother." type of thing.

And then came this; (sorry exposing you @lialucis but your words are better than mine)

It's the perfect chair. Grandma style, and Makarov is almost immediately possesive over it. No he did not immediately pass out and sleep like a baby, not at all. 🥰

[clairewritesfanfics]

Prisoner!Mark Grayson Origin

Pairing: Prisoner!Invincible x Reader

author's note: this was fun to write.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mild gore, violence, mild swearing

His cell was cleaner than prisons on Earth. The food was also better, not good, but at least it didn't look pre-chewed. 

When he wasn't eating or doing hard labor, he spent his day working out and reading. His dad snuck him a few books from Earth whenever he visited, as though that would make up for his shitty parenting, like he wasn't the one who beat up his own son and threw him in this godforsaken place.

Mark did give him credit though, for actually returning here every week and trying to initiate small talk. Nolan liked to share news about how fast the Empire was growing and how his newest incubator just gave birth to Mark's "brother." Mark had dozens of brothers, a few sisters, too. But he didn't care. Never bothered to ask for their names. Never even responded to his sperm donor.

He only cared about the books, and, during the rare times Nolan mentioned it, Earth.

Mark had no affection left for that ball of dirt, only for one person it housed.

But Nolan never brought you up and Mark didn't dare to say your name. Even during his most desperate moments, those times that he wanted to know that you were okay, and if not, at least surviving. Because he wasn't going to risk your life by reminding his imprisoners how much he treasures you.

Viltrumites see attachment as weakness. And despite his many so-called lovers, Nolan saw these fleeting attachments as a fun bonus, but ultimately meaningless. Even now, the only reason he persisted with his firstborn was purely out of ego. If he couldn't convince his progeny to serve the Empire then they were both worthless.

The Viltrumites do not believe in romantic love, but value propagation.

A tyranny like theirs would not hesitate to use you to get him to do their bidding. Even worse, they would probably just kill you to send a message: “There is no room for weak blood in our eternal Empire.”

It was Mark's fault. You used to catch him brooding, and would kiss and hug him, telling him that he's wrong. 

But it was all his fault. He couldn't save you in time.

To this day he could still hear your screams. Everytime he looked down at his pallid hands he could see your blood stain his palms. Some hero he was.

He couldn't even protect the most important person in his life. 

At least Viltrum, cold as it was, did not believe in waste. Mark knew you, you were a hopeful person, but also a pragmatic one. You wouldn't have joined the resistance. You would have kept your head low and stayed hidden. You just needed to survive, he repeated to himself. Both of you needed to survive.

***

Mark loved sleeping, especially since he only had four hours every night before those eardrum-wrecking alarms forced him to his feet.

He treasured those four hours. Not just for the physical rest but also because he saw you in his dreams. In the sanctuary of his mind, it was safe and he was free to love you. In his dreams, he was back on Earth, back in that one-bedroom apartment you two saved for, holding you in his arms while he hovered and twirled, waltzing together while the moonlight shone through the kitchen windows. 

But between Nolan snapping after months of silence then beating him up so badly his skull cracked and the daily sessions of electroconvulsive torture, he started losing things. Small things at first, like his sense of taste. Food was weird for him now. Without flavor, eating meals felt like chewing wet cardboard. It was annoying, but it was minor.

Then he noticed the other stuff. His hair–the wardens shaved off most of it before administering the shocks, but not a single strand grew back. His skin was pinker too, like that weird rosy complexion babies have when they’re fresh out of the womb, but there was nothing cute about Mark. 

It sucked looking like a hulking, hairless monster–actually, he hated it, but he could learn to deal with it. What he couldn’t handle was what the torture did to his brain. 

When he closed his eyes, he couldn’t see you anymore. Even when he tried his best, pounded his temples, he couldn’t recall anything solid about you. 

“I can’t remember her face,” he confessed to the only friend he made on this asteroid. “Not her hair or her eyes or her voice. I can’t–I can’t see her, Allen!” Mark keeled over the precious ores they were supposed to be harvesting.

His friend, a giant orange cyclops, grabbed his shoulders and glanced around, hoping that none of the wardens caught them talking instead of working. “Calm down.”

“No, no, no! You don’t–I can’t–I can’t forget about her, she’s everything to me. I can’t lose her–and oh, god, what if I don’t return in time? What if I don’t save her? What if I’m too late again? No, no, no…” 

“Okay. Okay, buddy, I get it.” 

***

He and Allen got separated two lightyears ago when the escape pod they stole got shot down. Mark vowed to pour a bottle for his friend, but he couldn’t stop moving. There was no looking back.

You were the only thing keeping him alive now. 

Using all of his energy, he flew straight for Earth, avoiding Viltrumite detection. It was actually quite easy compared to stealthing his way out of prison–there were fewer of the scum here.

He didn’t want to think about how he should’ve felt more devastation for the major cities that have been razed to the ground, how his old self would have fallen apart if he saw the collapsed Golden Gate Bridge and destroyed Lady Liberty. He no longer cared. Only you occupied his heart. 

Much to his relief, your neighborhood remained mostly intact. There were a few humans walking down the street. Everyone looked thinner, more haggard. More afraid.

He ignored them and found your kitchen window. He stayed in the air, floating as he thought about what to do now. It’s been… actually he isn’t sure.

Time was weird without the rising and setting sun to keep track. He knows that it has to be a year at least. 

At least.

Mark touched the window pane. His reflection stared back at him. Bald. Pink. Engorged veins and fried nerves infected every part of him like ugly, overgrown vines. 

Even if you were alive, would you remember him? Would you accept him? He didn’t know which would be better. Or worse. 

It would hurt if you didn’t remember him anymore. But if you did remember, if you still carried those memories from a happier time, and saw what he has become, and then turned him away–

He closed his fist.

Maybe he shouldn’t have come. It would be better to stay as the handsome and charming ghost of your past. 

“Mark?”

His eyes widened, mirroring yours behind the glass. 

Your fingers clumsily worked the latch and pushed open the window, whispering his name again like a prayer.

“I knew you were alive! I knew it,” you cried, reaching out for him. 

He flinched and you reluctantly pulled back.

“Mark?”

His throat was dry. “I can’t believe you recognize me.”

“Of course, dummy.” You gave him a teary smile. “I’d know that kicked puppy expression anywhere. Now come inside before someone sees you.”

He hesitated and you joked, “Don’t make me drag you by the collar.”

Finally, he cracked the smallest smile and flew in. In a single motion, you shut the window, pulled the curtains and threw your arms around him. You rubbed your nose into his chest, smelling like the sun. “Tell me this is real, that I’m not dreaming right now.”

Mark didn’t return the hug immediately, he simply stood there, because if this was a dream then he was too afraid that one move would mean waking up. 

Two minutes passed and you still didn’t let go, so he finally wrapped his arms over your shoulders. 

“You’re finally home.”

He pressed his lips on the top of your head. “I’m home.”

You quivered under him, fat tears wetting his shirt. 

He palmed your cheek and gently raised your face to his. There were more lines on your forehead, darker circles around your eyes, but you were still the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. 

“I missed you, Mark.”

“I missed you, too, angel.” He grabbed both cheeks, bending down until his forehead touched yours. “You were the only thing I thought about everyday, you kept me sane. You gave me hope.” He thought about it–dying in that over-sanitized prison cell. He fantasized about how he was going to do it, too. He would’ve picked a fight with one of the guards. His father’s kind prided themselves for their cold logic, but the truth was that they were children wearing adult bodies, they were temperamental and prideful. It would have been all too easy to rile them enough to slaughter him. 

You cut off his thoughts with a desperate plea, “Promise me you will never leave me again.”

“I promise.”

“So you will stay with me? Forever?”

“Of course–”

Your arms tightened around him. “So don’t go. Don’t leave me, Mark!”

“Angel–”

“You can’t go. You promised we’d be together forever! How could you leave me? How could you–”

His ears rang. 

“Mark–

Mark Grayson.”

He blinked several times. He wasn’t in your kitchen anymore. No. That’s not right. 

He was never in your kitchen in the first place, because when he returned to Earth your building was a mountain of debris. 

He should have noticed immediately–

“Are you back with me now?” Angstrom Levy chuckled as Mark straightened his back.

He glanced at the wheelchair he dug up from the rubble. One of its wheels was missing and some of the metal parts were bent in the wrong direction. It was the wheelchair he painted in your favorite color, even as he struggled to recall your face, he never forgot how he felt when you smiled, the pure joy when you saw his gift. 

Mark touched the empty seat. The fabric was burnt but otherwise intact. “I don’t believe you.”

Angstrom smirked. “You don’t have to take my word for it, but surely, despite everything, you would believe your own father’s words.”

Mark’s hand froze. No.

He searched his memories, all those pointless conversations with Nolan–

“You’re too weak, son. Emotionally, I mean. Physically, you have great potential, I’m sure you can even surpass me.”

Mark said nothing. He ignored his father’s pacing around the cell and continued focusing on the floor.

Nolan sighed. “I figured you’d be like this.” He stopped walking and knelt down in front of his son. 

He stuck out his arm, fist clutching onto something. “One day, Mark, one day you will understand, it’s okay to have fun, but our future does not have room for broken things. You will thank me for this.” His knuckles unfurled. On his palm was a single, severed finger wearing a ring.

–the shattered fragments of his mind rearranged themselves and Mark fell to his knees and threw up.

“She’s dead, but she isn't gone. You can still get her back.” There was almost a trace of pity in Angstrom’s tone, but his malice outweighed any sympathy as he continued, “I can help you get her back, a version who isn’t broken–”

“She’s not broken!” Mark screamed, voice hoarse and angry. He panted and looked back at the wheelchair. “She’s…” He swallowed the growing lump in his throat and said, “She was perfect.” 

author's note: my attempt at the "unreliable narrator," what do you think??

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[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

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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? 🫢🎀