#officer harper

[christophernolan]

MAN LIKE MOBEEN Season 4 | Episode 3

[zarophod]

i really was on to something here,,

[miracule]

Harper looking smiling at Mobeen in 4.01 (or possibly Perry Fitzpatrick just trying not to laugh?)

[officestars]

Dillion Harper

[pip-n-chips]

MS Paint Art Dump because I think these are silly

(Vincent belongs to @asylumdweller)

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: I don't think you should be dating my son.

Roy: You don’t have all the facts.

Bruce: Which are?

Roy: I love him.

[thought-tracing]

underscores and Jane Remover for office magazine

(8/26/2023, source: 1 | 2)

[doctorwhommm]

please please for all that is holy consider drawing owen and andy. the best duo toxic yaoi that never interacts in the show but have so much good content in the audios i go RAHHH ty for hearing me out

THE off screen toxic yaoi duo i love the three monkeys hehehe >:)

their interactions in this audio are so insane they rly just flirt for an hour

[tinypixl]

Inspired by Vrelnir saying that Harper was originally supposed to track down asylum escapee PC's on the blogspot a while ago, so here's a lil scene for how I imagine this could have gone (with a tiny sprinkle of wish fulfillment✨)

@pip-n-chips come get yo food, this was motivated by you digging up that old-ass ask 👀

Warnings/Additional Info: m!Harper, no smut sry, Harper being Harper, stalking, vomit mention, wobbly writing, implied past/future SA, traumatized PC, drugs, kidnapping, a tiny sprinkle of yandere

"...And remember, ladies and gentlemen," Harper said sternly, his hands folded behind his back: "You are dealing with a very disturbed and possibly confused individual that is quite capable of harming others as well as themselves."

Harper now finally turned to face the group of orderlies behind him with an unreadable expression. He paused for a few seconds, letting his words set in before continuing: "That being said, it is of upmost importance that you do not underestimate the patients intellectual capacity," Harpers expression remained unreadable but he visibly clenched his teeth, remembering how he himself had so stupidly miscalculated that sharp wit of yours.

"...Especially not after the incident that they caused a few days ago, which started this whole situation in the first place. The ones of you working in the asylum will know the full extend."

Some of the orderlies exchanged confused glances, the others knew better.

Harper turned around again and took a few steps forward. He stopped infront of a desk and picked up a piece of paper. It was a poster. A poster of you, with glazed, terror-stricken eyes. It had been taken when you first came to the asylum, now printed out as a warning to the townfolk (at least, that's the excuse he used in this case all the time: the safety of the townfolk...)

He inspected it incrediously, before swiftly fetching it as he spoke up once more: "I not only want you to be on the lookout for anyone entering and leaving the Nightingale hospital, I want you to keep an eye on the whole town, especially on Domus street. We've talked about the benefits those who'll retrieve this patient will recieve."

Harper looked upon that beautiful poster of yours once more before turning his head towards the orderlies one last time, the soft smile he usually wears had returned to his features.

"That was all, don't forget it," he remarked mannerly but one would've been reckless to ignore the discreet undertone of his voice.

"You are dismissed."

Orderlies began to shuffle out of the room. Harper made sure to wait until the last one left, the door slamming close before he returned his attention to the poster.

The dark room was dead quiet now with the only light peaking in through the thin lines of the shut blinds.

Harpers thumb gently brushed over the cheek of your image as he only took in your haunted expression for a moment. Then, he moved his arm to put it back on the desk again but stopped short of it's surface. Instead, he folded it three times and put it in the right pocket of his doctor's coat for later. It's not the first copy he lended for personal use but it's okay, he made enough for it not to make a difference.

To his suprise, he actually found himself feeling quite giddy today. It was certainly a big improvement from last weeks mood.

That being said, he still chastised himself for his embarrassing underestimation of your character. After all, it was extremely significant for his profession to be wary and watchful. But you were always so unassuming. Harper had carelessly mistaken your quietness as flustered shyness, maybe even submission. A mistake, that had made him want to rip his hair out when it finally hit him.

Your mind's stubborn refusal of his hypnosis attempts should've been a major red flag for that but then again, you'd never made the impression of an unruly patient who was plotting something. You weren't really popular with the other patients, mostly keeping to yourself and studying. You never resisted the rest of the treatment, never attacked him, always looking at him with those big innocent doe eyes-

Harper slammed his hands on the desk in front of him, some of his irritation returning accompanied by an odd fluttering in his stomach.

That little plan of yours had set into motion about two months ago, he reckoned. He recalled the view in front of him, of the flimsy hospital gown barely covering your supple body and how you'd obeyed his command to sit on his lap without any protests. The way your plush thighs had pressed against his own...

He could still feel the shivers go right into his crotch thinking about it... And how you'd kissed him then... Your soft lips hungrily bruising his, wet little tongue peaking into his mouth. So eager, so devoted... He really thought then that you'd lusted for him in the same vain that he had for you for so, so long.

A shaky breath came through Harper's slightly parted mouth. He wasn't entirely sure if you'd taken his keycard then or after he had you bend over his desk but it was gone in the evening. He'd spend the entirety of that day flushed with his heart pumping, he hadn't thought much of it going missing, as he'd also visited the farm not too long after. There was a spare he'd kept after all so it didn't matter much to him, thinking it just fell out in his lust-filled stupor...

Imagine his horror when he'd gotten all the patients back under control during that incident and you were suddenly missing. He'd even been worried at first that you'd gotten attacked and were lying somewhere, hurt. The security footage disproved that rather quickly. None of the orderlies had been able to find, let alone retrieve you from the surrounding area.

He'd spend that whole evening looking for you, and the entire night looking through hours upon hours of security footage. You'd entered the security room the same evening you'd stolen his keycard. That had also been when your frequent studying habit started. Every single damn textbook you'd used had been looked through by him that night. Oh you smart, slippery little thing. You'd been trying to figure out how to manipulate the control panel all this time...

A uncharacteristic grin formed on Harper's lips, his giddiness returning. Right, you were smart and you'd tricked him. He gave you that. But you were also all alone. Sure, he couldn't really waltz into Bailey's territory to get you back, you were still his ward which he hated, he should be the one in control, it wasn't enough to desperately pull on your delicate strings-

But you also wouldn't be able to hide in the orphanage forever. Eventually, you would have to resume your everyday life and then it would only be a matter of time.

Harper glanced into the asylum's yard through the cracks of the blinds, watching all the small moving figures.

It would only be a matter of time before he got you back.

~

A few small knocks rang against your door. The noise didn't startle you too much anymore, you'd gotten used to it pretty quickly after coming back. Despite this, it seemed a bit different today. With how early it was you first thought that it had been Bailey but the softness of the knocks contradicted that assumption.

For another moment, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling before exhaling and dragging yourself to your dingy bedroom door.

Through the little gap, the flickering light of the hallway as well as two big, round, sympathetic eyes greeted you. Robin. She wore that small apologetic smile, with her brows softly knitted over her eyes. You adored that expression as much as you loathed it sometimes, it made you feel so pitied...

"Hey, how are you feeling?", Robin inquired carefully.

Stuttering, you could only give her a rather vague answer: "Umm I... I d-don't know I... think I'm okay...?"

"Do you think that... Maybe you'll be able to go to school again? No pressure of course! I'm just... A bit worried that you'll maybe miss too many hours. Don't want you to get written up or anything.."

Sweat collected on your hands that you tried to wipe on your pyjama pants. Robin was right but... You were still a bit... skeptical about assuming that you're in the clear just because you escaped but you couldn't tell her that.

Robin noticed your inner tutmoil and chimed in once more: "Of course, I'd walk with you to and from school! Just like you did when I was...", she trailed off.

Your mouth felt dry, trying to force out an answer.

"... Okay. I'll get ready."

Robin beamed at you before telling you to come to her room when you were done. It's fine you figured, you couldn't hide in the orphanage forever.

~

It was, in fact, not fine. But you didn't figure that out soon enough, the days after you'd gone to school again running just too smoothly. Despite looking over your shoulder, you never saw anyone watching. On the third day you even felt save enough to start to go to work on your own again.

Now, hiding in an alleyway beside two dumpsters in the dead of night, you noticed your slip-up.

Your hands were clutching a poster that you had ripped off the wall behind you minutes prior and probably the reason why you were in this situation in the first place. Your face was plastered on top. On the bottom it read: 'Warning! Dangerous asylum escapee; Caution is advised' along with a number to call about your last whereabouts. You had never been a danger to other people and still weren't but you knew the truth didn't matter in this town. Not when it was so easy for someone sneaky and powerful enough to just twist it to their advantage.

It was now abundantly clear to you where the orderlies you'd ran from earlier came from. Why didn't any of those posters catch your attention before?

Quietly, you huddled further into yourself beside the two dumpsters, trying to keep it together.

The alley lead into a dead-end but maybe, just maybe you were lucky and they hadn't seen you go in. You assumed they were still searching the surrounding area, so if you were quiet enough-

"Are you certain they went this way? You haven't found any trace of them yet."

You almost choked on the air that you were trying to inhale, hands instantly clasping over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating. Of course, you'd recognize that smooth almost plummy voice instantly. You briefly wondered why he'd make such a big effort of showing up himself to bring you back but then again, the poster clutched in your hands over your mouth should've been enough prove to you that he was very serious about this.

A group of footsteps ripped you out of your thoughts and made your heart jump in terror. They were still rather distant but... definitely in the alleyway you were hiding in.

"100% sure Doctor, 'seen them go in this direction myself. We've searched any possible place they might've went. They have to be in here."

Oh god, you felt like you were going to throw up. The footsteps came closer, you could hear it. The ones closest to you sounded calm as they could be. Unrushed, taking their sweet time before they suddenly stopped.

"Alright. Let me handle this.", Harper's voice rang out once more. Now you could only hear those calm, slow footsteps coming closer and closer. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes.

Your name being called out gingerly sent a cold shiver down your spine. Harper's voice had taken on a soothing tone, the same one he used to play-pretend a normal doctor, the same one he used to hypnotise people:"... You don't have to be afraid any longer. I'm here to help you!"

At this point, you had completely given up on trying to control your breathing. Instead trying to hold you breath as much as could to prevent a full-blown panic attack. Prey, you felt like cornered prey.

"Please don't make this so hard on the both of us. I can help you. You'll feel so much better with regular treatment, I promise..."

Tears now ran down your cheeks freely as it took everything in you not to sob in pure horror. Despite your heartbeat pounding in your ears you heard clearly that his voice had started to shake slightly; giddy with anticipation. You needed to get out of here... You needed to get out of here!

"Someone in your predicament shouldn't be without help for so long...", his voice became more breathy as he closed in on your hiding spot.

"We both know that I know what's best for you..", the edge of lust in it was now unmistakeable. He was getting off on this.

You bit down on your tongue, trying to still your quivering form. You'd captivated the dear doctor, so much more than you could have known that you did and now, you'd pay gravely for your mistake-

"Got you."

A bloodcurdling scream tore out of your throat when his flushed, panting face was suddenly inches away from yours. It was instantly muffled by a chloroform-drenched rag. In your adrenaline-fueled desperation, you tore on his arm and pulled him down with you.

It took Harper by suprise and he crashed down on his knees, which gave you the chance to draw in a last-minute breath before wasting no more time to get to your feet to bolt out of the alley.

Something brushed over the hood of your jacket, trying to grasp ahold of it but failing as you ran, ran, ran

right into the arms of the two orderlies, to your unfortune.

"Not so fast!", one of them commanded. You tugged against them but they have you held tightly by both arms.

The clicking sound of dress shoes against concrete rang in your ears. You lifted your head to Doctor Harper's approaching figure.

Finally, the loud sob you'd been holding in slipped from you. You started struggling even harder against the two orderlies, nauseous with pure dread.

"Easy there kid.", one of the oderlies told you but you couldn't hear them, your mind preoccupied with primal fear.

Harper steps in front of you, with his usual soft, creepy smile.

"Sshhh..." Harper gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before firmly grasping your chin. His thumb lightly stroking it.

"Don't worry, I know what you need. I know that you need me."

With that, he held the rag to your face tightly as he continued to shush your muffled cries.

His thumb never leaving the softness of your cheek until your lights went out.

[gnome-adjacent-vagabond]

For the love of god don't google this movie before you watch it, just go into it completely blind.

[drghostwrite]

Survivors.

Pairing: Lucy Chen x reader

Summary: when Lucy has to testify against the serial killer that almost killed her and has a breakdown you are there to remind her she’s okay.

******************************************************** You stumbled out of your shared bathroom and into the kitchen, still in pajamas, taking in the sight before you of Tamara cooking and Lucy most likely still in your shared bedroom.

“Hey Y/N!” She greeted with a wave of a spatula.

“Good morning sunshine… and what do we have here?” You said peering over her shoulder only to see a sandwich made of pop tarts and eggs.

“Well…” she trailed with the tilt of her head, you chuckled before reaching up to grab a cup and filling it with fresh coffee. Turning around to watch the younger girl cook and make sure she didn’t burn your apartment down, you looked up as you heard the click of heels as Lucy’s perfume wafted into the room.

“Hmm…” she made as curious face, “What is this?”

“Well it’s something I found in clip-tok…”

“The home of all my favorite recipes…” she responded in a sarcastic tone.

“At least try it…” the young girl said watching as your girlfriend picked it up and took a bite.

“Interesting…” Lucy had the most perplexed look on her face as you chuckled and walked around the counter setting a second cup of coffee in front of her.

“Mm now that’s more like it.” She said turning to look up at you the cutest smirk pulling at her lips before you leaned down to kiss her.

“Oookay…” Tamara raised her eyebrows and turned away quickly retreating to grab something from her bedroom as Lucy very shyly ducked her head. You lifted her chin and kissed her again, her hands coming to your sides and pulling you closer by the pockets of your pajama pants.

“Wanna know my favorite part about waking up next to you?”

“Hmm…” she asked softly.

“That I get to kiss your lips every morning, and tell you how amazing and gorgeous you are.” You whispered in her ear hearing her chuckle and hug you tightly, her head settling on your breast listening to your heart beat, easing her anxiety for the day to come.

“Are you gonna be okay today?” You asked softly your tone becoming more serious.

She looked up into your concerned but gentle eyes, “I should be fine, it’s nothing I haven’t told my therapist or even you hundreds of times.” She reasoned.

“But you’ll have to relive all of it… it could be a lot, remember to take breaks, there is nothing wrong with stepping out for a moment.” You said gently rubbing a soothing hand up her bicep.

“And I will be on standby with snacks and plenty of puppy videos, when you need.” Tamara added for reassurance as she came out of her room.

A small chuckle escaped Lucy’s lips before she shyly smiled at you both, “Thank you, both of you.”

“Of course..” Tamara perked up, before turning to go out the door, you and Lucy close behind. You stood one hand on the door as they stepped out, Lucy sliding from your grasp, her hand softly tracing your side one last time.

Lucy turned to kiss you before leaving, “If you need anything today, just call… I’m working with Ang and Nyla, so I’ll have my phone on me.”

“Thank you… thank you for supporting this, I love you.” She leaned up to kiss your lips, quickly before turning to follow after Tamara.

“I love you to.” You called after her before closing the door to get ready for work.

a few hours later and you were at your desk across from your partner, Angela Lopez and Nyla Harper had pulled up a chair sitting next to you.

You reached over and checked your phone for notifications.

“How’s she doing?” Angela asked but was still reading of the case file in front of her.

“Huh?” You asked.

“Your girl, how’s she doing?” She asked again looking up this time.

“Oh um…”

“Girl we see you,” Nyla chuckled, “you check your phone every 15 minutes and every time it goes off, you get disappointed when you see it isn’t her.”

You rolled your eyes before letting out a small laugh and looking up to the two women, “I’m just a little on edge, I know what reliving a trauma like that is like especially in court… so I’m just hoping she’s okay is all.”

“Maybe you should give her a call?” Angela suggested with a shrug.

“I texted her, if I call it’ll stress her out even more.” You explained and they both watched as you returned to the case file in front of you.

—————

You stood and fixed your suit jacket as you sat arms crossed in the briefing room, standing to stretch your muscles. The three of you had been using the monitors to review footage and had boards covered in papers and written notes for the case.

You paced away as Angela let her head fall forward onto the desk, that’s when you heard buzzing and Nyla pointed to your phone. You quickly checked and saw Tamara was calling.

“Hey Tamara, everything okay?” You quickly answered.

“I don’t think so… it’s Lucy.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, and the other two women perked up at your concerned tone of voice.

“Well they’ve been asking her some pretty hard questions and she seemed off and then Chris was humming the song on accident, he told her about the video and she wants to see it.”

“Oh my God the video…”

“I think you need to get over here asap.”

“okay on my way.” You said before getting questioning looks from the other two detectives.

“Chris Sanford was singing the damn song, he’s seen the video and just used it against her in court prep, I gotta go.”

“Oh he didn’t.” Angela responded, getting defensive in support of the other officer.

“Just go get your girl, we’ll be here.” Nyla said waving you out the door but you were already running towards your car.

When you go to the DA’s office you quickly parked before running inside, the secretary trying to stop you.

“Um ma’am you can’t…” she stood to call out to you as you ran past.

“Police business…” you said flashing the golden badge on your belt.

You willed the elevator to go faster and when it jolted to a stop you took a deep breath before hearing the door slide open with a ding resounding. Slowly stepping off you looked around and spotted Tamara, walking up to her.

“Hey…”

“Oh hey, she’s in there with Chris right now.”

“Okay, thanks,” you squeezed her arm before stepping towards the room, you knocked before you opened the door.

“Lucy I’m sorry I didn’t mean…”

“You and half the lawyers in this building have seen that video and never told me…” she said back not acknowledging you just yet.

“I didn’t think…”

“I need a minute…” she said, “I need a minute.”

He looked at her apologetically one last time before he rushed past you. You watched as she started to pace back and forth and slowly you approached her.

“Lucy?” You kept your distance enough to let her have some space before she started to break down in tears.

“Y/N… I-I can’t…” she stopped pacing a stood running a hand through her hair, tears pricking her eyes as she looked around the room. She finally stepped towards you, and you reached out wrapping her in your arms, one hand came to her hair and the other wrapped around her as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, her tears staining your shirt. Her hands grasped at your jacket, her body wracked with sobs as she cried in your arms.

“It hurts…” she whispered. “Y/N it hurts, I can feel it… it hurts.” She repeated one of her hands coming to her side and gripping her shirt.

“What hurts, baby what hurts?” Slowly you pulled her back and examined her face, you saw her rubbing her side and it dawned on you. Her breathing becoming shallow with the start of a panic attack, you quickly slid your hand under her shirt, the cool skin of your palm coming into contact with the hot skin of where she had been branded with her ‘date of death’.

“I… it just…” she said fighting back the tears one hand reaching out for your shoulder.

“It’s not there… it’s gone, Lucy, baby look at me.” Her other hand came to cover yours that was on her side, her tear filled eyes looking into yours.

“You’re safe, I’m right here with you and you’re safe.” You hugged her again this time you could feel her breathing slowly evening out as she tucked her head into the crook of your neck again breathing in the familiar scent of your perfume.

“I um… I don’t know why I’m trying to prove that I can handle this that I’m strong enough.” She explained, letting her forehead rest under your chin, wrapping her arms around your waist, you rubbed her back in soothing circles as she spoke, she slowly pulled back to look into your eyes, “I don’t want to do this.”

“Lucy,” you moved your hand to her cheek swiping tears away with your thumb, “you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, you survived… that proves enough in my book.”

“I don’t need to prove anything at all.” She said out loud.

“Exactly…” you kissed her forehead softly.

“I don’t want to testify then, I don’t need to keep reliving this.”

“no you don’t.” You agreed.

“Lucy it’s Chris and Tamara… we’re coming in…” you heard a knock as the door opened revealing both a concerned Chris and Tamara.

Tamara looked at the two of you realizing that calling you was the best decision and before Chirs could ask Lucy informed him that she wouldn’t be testifying. He agreed before watching the three of you leave the conference room.

“So…I’ll cook tonight.” Tamara stated with a proud grin.

“Another clip-tok recipe?” Lucy grimaced before a handsome young man stopped all of you and was talking to Tamara. You shared a knowing look with Lucy and watched the entire interaction before sending them off on their little date.

“Are you sure?” Tamara asked one last time.

“I’m sure…” Lucy assured her.

“Don’t worry I’ll cook for her.” You winked before smirking at the two young teens running off.

“Mm I do like when you cook.” Lucy let out a little whimper of appreciation.

“anything for my love.” You teased placing a kiss onto her head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

“Thank you for today, for rushing here so fast.”

“Like I said, anything… my job is to serve and protect and that also means protecting you even when off duty… Cause I love you Lucy Chen.”

She let out a little chuckle, “And I love you too, Y/N.”

[zarophod]

officer harper is literally howard moon if he was what he thought he was.

[frogaroundandfindout]

The boys and girls group up to do team bonding (titans #3)

[officestars]

Dillion Harper

[pip-n-chips]

🍌 Banana Time 🍌

bonus @asylumdweller's OC Vincent:

[renegadesstuff]

Photos promo for 6x08, “Punch Card” 🔥