#john nolan x reader

[passionwillow]

Your camera roll while dating John Nolan 🩷

[cloudimagines]

Dating John Nolan...

he's very protective of you

he shows his love by building things for you, like a new dining table

he loves to lift you up and carry you around, even if it hurts his back a bit

you love to wear his shirts around the house and he loves seeing you in them

most of the sex is vanilla, but every once in a while you would play around

uniform sex

he would love you being a soft dom to him

[augustjoy]

What you’re doing, it isn’t safe.

Based on the following ask: I was wondering if you could something about John Nolan x Reader who is an assassin/mercenary for hire. They are an excellent sniper and also train dogs. Maybe during an arrest operation, reader kills a major drug trafficker before the cops can arrest them. Maybe Nolan comes across the reader and after talking to them, convinces them to work with the LAPD since they’ve spent so much time in the shadows. This one has a bit of a nod toward blossoming romance at the end…but I focused it more on the work and John trying to “save” the reader.

John Nolan x Mercenary! Reader Fluff/Angst Word count: 2468

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, explicit language, canon typical violence, reader is a mercenary, reader kills people for a living, reader is a trained sniper, reader’s “day-job” is training police/military K9, John has a savior complex (what else is new), for the sake of this fic, Bailey doesn’t exist, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, no physical description.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You’d gone through years of training, always coming out top of your class in the academy. You’d wanted to become an officer since you were young, only the older you got, the more you realized how corrupt it could be. The police were underpaid and underfunded, but worst of all, they were ignorant. Arresting people for petty crime, when there were bigger fish out there to fry.

So, you’d gone a different route. You’d dedicated your time to working with the K9 units, moved up in the ranks that way and became a lead trainer. You’d trained dogs in all areas, obedience, agility, bite work, scent detection, patrol and guard duty, tactical training, scout and patrol, as well as enhanced detection for things like bombs. You had a whole team now working to train the best dogs in California, precincts from all over requesting your work.

That was during the day though.

After the sun set and darkness filled the sky, that is when you put your other skills to good use. You’d been offered a position within the LAPD years ago; the Chief then had been so impressed with your marksmanship. You’d thought about it, but the longer you did, the more you wanted to say no. Not willing to bring people in for having a little too much weed on their person…not when there were people out there getting away with far worse.

These guys you were after, they were bringing in more drugs than imaginable. Something you couldn’t sit idly by and watch. Not after you lost your best friend. She OD’d when you were in the academy.

--

Unknown: 11 pm. Target will be at the Southwest Marine Shipyard.

Your phone buzzed twice with the text notification, a burner phone that would disappear after this job. You didn’t hold on to them for long, not willing to risk it. You didn’t bother with a reply, silently packing your bag and getting prepped for the job. It had been pretty simple, you’d get a request, and if the crime was right and the money was good, you took it. You’d take them out, a secondary team would clean up, and you’d get paid. Simple as that.

Tonight was no different.

You checked your watch, 10:16 pm. You had about ten minutes before you needed to head out. That was the thing about this kind of work, you needed to go in, finish the job, and get out, quickly.

You: I’ll let you know when it’s done.

The message sent as you made your way to your secondary vehicle. It was a small sedan from 2013, the badges had been swapped, and the plates were changed every time you worked a job. You were a pro, and you weren’t about to get caught.

--

By the time you were in position and ready to go, there were about six minutes before your target was meant to arrive. He had been trafficking drugs from overseas, selling them to the highest bidders.

When given this job, you’d been provided with a hefty file on this guy. He’d been working in the dark for the last five years in LA. Previously in Florida. This is the reason you do this work. There was ample proof of this man’s crimes, and yet nobody was doing anything about it – they’d rather do endless investigating until they had the highest man on the list.

Well, here’s what you’ve learned…if you kill all the kings men, he usually doesn’t fend well on his own.

10:59 pm.

You got yourself in position, far enough away to go completely undetected. Close enough that you know you’ll make the kill.

11:00 pm. A sleek black car pulls into the shipyard. You notice there’s a few more men than you’d been briefed for. That’ll cost extra. You watched as a man from the shipyard greeted your target, surely about to show him what he’s there for.

You steeled yourself, took a deep breath in, and let a breath out as you pulled the trigger. One after another the men dropped, you’d taken out every one of them.

You: There were more than originally discussed. That’ll cost you. Threat neutralized.

Unknown: Once I get confirmation of clean up, I’ll wire the payment.

You: Let me know about the next hit. The new number will be sent to you soon.

--

The next day, a wire transfer was made into an offshore account of yours, for three times the original asking price. You’d gotten a new burner phone from one of you colleagues and were waiting for information on your next target. The person who hired you for the previous job had informed you that it likely wouldn’t be a one-time thing, they were desperately trying to take this drug ring down.

You’d gotten up early to pick the phone up, checking it quickly in the privacy of your car, before heading into work for the day. Simon, your receptionist had informed you that a few officers from the LAPD would be coming in to possibly undergo some training. He’d let you know that when they made the appointment it had been made very clear that only one of the officers visiting had ever worked with a K9 unit.

“Oh great, a bunch of rookies wanting to spend the day with puppies. You and I both know how this shit goes.” You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe they’ll be different. I think one of them is that old rookie everyone was talking about last year.”

“Hmm.”

About an hour later, four officers walked into your facility. They’d introduced themselves as Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen, Aaron Thorson, and John Nolan. Bradford was quick to mention that he had worked with a K9 unit before, and you could tell. He was stern and serious; he had an air of confidence about him, one that usually paired well with this kind of work.

--

“Okay, so you are here to train. To see if you have what it takes to work alongside some of the best K9s in the state. This isn’t a fun day spending time with puppies. If you don’t do as I instruct you to, you will get hurt. These animals are trained officers. They will take you down in the blink of an eye.”

You went over the different things you’d be doing today, running drills with the dogs, working on commands and how best to give them. You’d had them go one at a time, staying close in case you needed to intervene. You worked for probably two hours or so before stopping for lunch.

“So, I ordered some sandwiches from that place you like, they are in the breakroom for everyone along with some drinks and chips. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thank you Simon.” You offered before turning to the officers. “Breakroom is just through there, you guys help yourselves, please.”

You’d opted to grab your lunch and eat in your office, not feeling up to chit chat with the officers. After finishing your food, you decided to head out to your car and check the burner. You figured a message would be coming through soon.

“Simon, I’ll be right back alright?”

“Alrighty!”

You moved swiftly, not wanting to take too long. The faster you got these officers out of here the better. You got to the car, unlocking it and sliding into the driver's seat. You pulled the phone out of the glove compartment. One new message.

Unknown: I have details on the next target. I’ll send over a file, same as last time. Procedure should be similar.

You: I don’t want any surprises this time.

“How long have you been training K9s?”

His voice came out of nowhere. You looked up at him, standing off to your left, the burner phone out of his line of sight. You slid it back into the glove compartment, passing it off as something else, anything else.

“John right?” You asked. “You scared the hell out of me. I uh – I’ve been doing this for the last five or so years.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He offered.  “I was just curious, you’re very good at what you do. Very disciplined. I have to say though I am surprised you went this route.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Tim, he mentioned that someone from the station had sung your praises. Told him you’d been a hell of a sniper back in the day.”

“That was a long time ago.” You cut him off.

“You never really lose that skill though, do you? You ever miss it?” John asked.

“Not really. No. I like what I do.” You shook your head. Exiting and locking your car. “Why don’t we go finish your training.”

“Sounds good.”

--

John and the other officers came by for six additional training sessions, over the course of three months after that. Something about wanting them to be “well-rounded” officers. You think John was just using it as an excuse to see you.

Every time he came around he asked you questions. Questions that seemed to imply more, like he knew there was something you were hiding. There’s no way he could know.

Simon would nudge you and tell you that the old rookie was flirting with you, trying to get to know you more and more every time he came around. You’d roll your eyes and shake your head. Surely that wasn’t it. Right?

You’d worked two hits since then. Making slow work of taking this trafficking ring down. Only problem was…your team got a hit that LAPD was investigating them now, and they couldn’t quite figure out why every time they got a lead, the informant died.

--

Unknown: New location, I’m sending coordinates. Target is as outlined in the file. Tomorrow, 1 am.

You: Any surprises I should be worried about?

Unknown: Expect additional guards. They’re worried about snipers.

You: I wonder why.

--

The day came and went; you were actively getting your bag prepped and ready to go. Checking your phone once again.

Unknown: There are whispers. Possible police activity tonight.

You: My team informed me that was a possibility. Are we still on.

Unknown: Yes. Let me know when it’s done.

--

12:51 am. You were a little bit earlier than you liked to be, but you’d decided to keep communication with your team tonight, as an added precaution. They’d be keeping track of the police scanners and relaying any necessary information to you.

You scoped the area, noticing the handler arrive with the shipment. He and his team were clearing the area before the main target arrived.

“Police are active on a private channel; their intel is wrong thanks to our handywork. They’re set to arrive at 1:10. They’re expecting a 1:30 drop.”

“Got it.”

12:56 am. Two black SUV’s rolled in. Bullet proof glass. Less than ideal.

Seven total men in the vehicles, standing around in planned positions to avoid possible snipers. It seems as though they came up with a better plan this time.

“We’ve got a problem. Police are rolling in now. No lights no sirens, unmarked cars.”

“Well fuck. I’m not missing my chance on this.” You huffed.

“When you get the shot, take it and get the hell out of there.”

You took note of the police cars pulling in, they parked just far enough out to stay out of sight. The officers and SWAT team approached on foot. You’d have to take your shot here soon.

You were about to set your mark when you noticed him, John, just behind Bradford. You let out a sigh, hoping to get this done quickly.

Finally, you took your mark, took a deep breath in and on your exhale, you pulled the trigger.

The target went down, and SWAT moved in quickly.

You: Threat neutralized. Hold it on clean up, cops are taking care of the others.

Unknown: I’ll wire the money once I can confirm the hit. Lay low.

--

“Good morning!” Simon greeted cheerfully. “Did you hear, the cops made a huge drug bust last night? It was all over the news.”

“Wow, that’s uh – that’s great.”

“Okay! Well, Sarah is coming by today with the puppies who are set to begin training.”

“Shit, I forgot that was today.” You rubbed your hand down your face. “I’m on it. Thank you Simon.”

Sarah had come in a little while later, dropping off six puppies that were ready to begin training. You had to start their discipline young, or they’d never succeed. You’d been way to tired to deal with this shit today, but the work had to be done.

You’d been working on kennel training them first, this was easiest for you, that way they knew where to go when commanded to do so.

“Hey.”

“Jesus.” You turned around to see John standing before you. “Are you making this scaring me thing a habit? Fuck, my heart is racing.”

“Sorry about that. I just, I had to come and see you.”

“Why’s that?” You asked.

“I think you know why.” John began. “You were there last night. Right? That was you, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shook your head in disbelief.

You’d been so careful, how could he have possibly known it was you. There was no possible way. You’d take every precaution, you’d been clean, smart. Nothing could be traced back to you, especially not by him.

“I think you do.”  John looked at you, he wore a gentle expression, one that told you he wasn’t there to judge you or to arrest you, but to understand you. “I think you’ve experienced injustice, and then going through the academy, you realized that there are quite a few injustices, so you took matters into your own hands. But this, what you’re doing, it’s not safe.”

“John I, I don’t. I can’t -” You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m not here to bring you in. I just, I think you should come back. Join the LAPD, do this the right way. I just, I’d hate to see something bad happen to you.”

“Why do you care?” You accused.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was drawn to you that first day I met you, and every day since. I just, I want you to be safe. I think you could help make a real difference in the LAPD.”

“I-I’ll think about it.” You offered. “Is that okay, can I think about it?”

“Yeah, that’s okay. Just know that I care, okay? I want you safe.”

--

Unknown: Hit confirmed. Money sent. Ready for the next one?

You: We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.

[eternalheart28]

John and his certified yapper adopted children

[hooniesfvngs]

𝐂𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 | 𝐉. 𝐍.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 :: husband!john nolan x wife!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 :: you had been getting obsessed over a particular cop trend and seeing as your husband is a cop, you decided to test the waters

𝗰𝘄 :: suggestive.

a/n: i really hope i did your ask justice, i hope you enjoy it xx

the video of a certain trend on the app you spend most of your time on kept buzzing in your mind even when you tried to ignore it. at first you laughed and brushed it off because you knew for sure your husband could easily pull a muscle chasing after you, a lie you told yourself for some odd reason but now you really wanted to do it.

Your husband, John Nolan, worked in the LAPD. you guys had met after a hit and run case where you had been the victim and now the both of you were head of heels in love with one another. one day, on the day where he had a day off, the both of you decided to head to the beach. luckily enough, you usually worked from home so it wasnt much of a hassle to you either.

“baby?” you had called out to him like you usually did when you wanted something and he looked at you with fake suspicion.

“so you only ever call me ‘baby’ when you want something, besides that it’s always honey.”

“okay first of all, that’s so not true and secocndly, maybe i do need something.” you rolled your eyes once he started laughing but allowed him to pull you towards him nonetheless. 

“what do you need, princess?” 

“there’s this trend going around tiktok…”

“that app you’re always on?”

“yes the app i’m always on but anyway it’s a cop challenge.”

“ah so we’re taking advantage of my job, am i using handcuffs on you in said challenge?” his voice dipped lower towards the end of his sentence and his fingers trailed up your back towards the strings of your bikini bra but you were quick to push him away playfully 

“you’re insufferable.”

“and you are perfect.” you roll your eyes at his comment but there was no denying you were flustered yet you continued to talk 

“now as i was saying, you’re supposed to chase me and catch me before the sound on the video ends. of course i’ll get a head start  but once the music drops you’re supposed to chase after me. here, let me show you.” so you go ahead and showed him the video 

“okay, that doesn’t seem too bad but are we doing it now?”

“I feel like i’m at a greater disadvantage since we’re running in the sand and i’m pretty sure you’ve probably trained to run on sand just in case.”

“that I have but it’s not easy.”

“if you catch me, i might just let you use those handcuffs on me…” you teased and before you could blink he was already up holding out his hand to pull you up. 

once everything was set up, you asked a fellow beach goer to help you film which she so kindly did and the moment the timer went off you started to run. of course you knew it would be a close one but in all honesty you had underestimated your slightly older husband of his athletic skills because before you knew it you were being grabbed by the waist and hoisted up. 

the both of you laughed at the adrenaline rush and went back to thank the stranger who also had a huge smile on her face after seeing you guys interact.

“thank you so much,” you smiled at her 

“its okay, you guys are so cute!”

“oh no, that’s all her. i’m just an accessory.” John had spoken up next before placing a kiss on  your forehead. the both of you laughed it off and went your seperate ways. it was getting late either way and you wanted to head home and start on dinner now that your fantasies of being chased by your hot cop husband had come true.

after the both of you finished packing up, john grabbed everything except the blanket which you were snuggling close to your chest. he loaded everything in the car before leading you towards the passenger side of the car which he never let you open on your own.

he opened the doo rbut stopped you just as you were about to sit. his hands were placed firmly on your arms and he leaned down to kiss your neck once then twice before he started to speak.

“be ready for those handcuffs when we get home, i have a lot i’d love to try…” he stepped back and you could immediately feel the emptiness of the space he once filled. slightly dazed, you made your way into the car. 

it was going to be a long night.

[jamiedc-they-them]

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

Family Matters (Platonic)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry," Lucy said, hands going up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life. Love. Hope.

"She's my daughter," he said.

Her eyes widened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, you looked at the crowd before the game.

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

Your friends were great, but you wanted your family.

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

He wanted to make sure he made it.

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

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

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

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

"I can book him," Nolan even offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wouldn't you be the gran--"

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

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

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

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

And so, you began.

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

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

There they were, old and new faces.

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

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

Just like that, it was over.

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

It went by like a flash.

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

You giggled, hugging him close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, "...right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked to Tim, "traitor!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was your family, with new additions.

They loved you for who you were.

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

Neither of you were alone.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The quiet between sirens (1)

Warnings: suggestive and secret relationship.

“Have I told you how good you look in your uniform?”

John chuckled softly and moved closer so he was caging you against the wall, “Not recently.”

“Then that’s a huge mistake on my part. How can I make it up to you?”

“I can think of one or two ways,” John slotted his leg in between yours, nudging them apart and dipped his head. Just as his lips brushed yours, Tim’s voice rang out.

“(Name)? There you…are,” your partner trailed off. “I…Should g-…I’m gonna tell Gibbs you need a minute.”

He shuffled off, embarrassed, and you sighed, “I should go before Gibbs comes to find me himself. Or worse, sends Torres.”

Nolan pressed his lips against yours in a kiss that was far too brief for your liking, “Be safe out there.”

“I promise.”

Later when you stood in the bullpen with your teammates going over the evidence, Tim wouldn’t meet your eyes, Bishop wore an expression that was a mixture of amusement and mock betrayal and Torres was grinning like the cat that got the canary.

“That definitely explains a lot.”

Ignoring him you turned to face Tim, “I kept your secrets for years and you can’t even keep one of mine for ten minutes?”

“What secret?”

“Won’t affect the case boss.”

“Good. The storage rooms behind MTAC have more space than that corridor behind the stairs.”

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Stitches: John Nolan x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @ravennaortiz @lovebookheart @youlooklikeasixtiesqueen

Companion piece to:

First Case - For John it's love at first sight.

Cake - John's surprised when you remember his birthday.

Culpability - John tries to reach out after he finds out about Robert Ortiz.

Bad Timing - You and John have always had bad timing.

Forget About It - You and John share a heated moment in the breakroom. - Companion piece to Bad Timing

The Deepest Cut - Rosalind forces John to make a confession.

Prequel to:

More Than Life It's Self (NSFW) - John reminds you of his feelings for you at a crucial moment.

Scars - John loves you and all your scars.

Out of Your League - John has always thought you were beautiful.

Rainy Days - John wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain... and you.

Vest - You're there for John when he's shot in the chest.

Disco Ball - An undercover operation causes John and you to start a conversation.

The days after Rosalind’s attack are a haze for you, a mixture of pain and morphine induced nightmares including red haired psycho path cutting into your skin. You can still feel your flesh splitting under the blade, hear her voice as she taunts you with that breathy, melodic voice of hers.

“You’ll bleed out before anyone finds us.” She had told you as she had leaned back against the table supporting the phone and ring light, livestreaming your trauma. “And John, he’ll get to experience every moment of it.”

In your dreams you don’t turn the tables. You don’t manage to dislocate your thumb to get yourself out of those handcuffs. You don’t wrestle the knife from Rosalind. You don’t stab her seven times in the chest until she stops moving. You just sit there and take it. Every slice, every cut, every horrific word she says. You absorb each and every one.  

 The only constant throughout is John. The light pressure of his hand holding yours, the gentle cadence of his voice as he reads out stories from the newspaper or tells you about his shift.

It’s on day three you finally ask him the question that’s been burning in your mind.

“How bad is it?”

Pretty fucking bad is what you deduce from the expression on his face. You haven’t looked in the mirror since you were admitted to the hospital, truth be told you’ve been too afraid because the rest of your body, it’s a terrible mess.

“You have to remember that it’s healing.” John tells you as you hold out your hand for his phone. “There’s still stitches and…”

“Just give me the damn thing.” You say impatiently.

You can tell he’s holding his breath when your thumb presses the camera button, you can see it in the way his jaw sets and his gaze focuses on your reaction as you look at yourself for the first time since the attack.

“Shit.” You whisper because Rosalind she did an excellent job of disfiguring you.

The scar she’s left, it winds from the corner of your left eye socket, over your cheek bone and down towards the dimple at the edge of your mouth. Thick black stitches hold your face together, each thread a violent contrast against your skin. That slice, it’s deep, you’re lucky you still have the use of the muscles underneath.

“Ok.” You say quietly, tilting the camera to examine the damage from a different angle as the left side of your mouth tips up. “I can still smile, that’s something right?”

“Yea.” John says because the sight of that smile, it still lights up a room for him even with the disfigurement. “It’s certainly something.”

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