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♔  Nolan Blackshaw Anderson. 34. NYPD. Affiliate by marriage. Manhattan, NYC.  ♔ 

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minaxvisser‌:

Mina walked briskly her heels clicking on the concrete as she moved. She had worked late yet again and now it was nearing midnight. It was easy to get paranoid in her line of work and even easier when walking home alone. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed. Mina increased her pace a bit, before making a sharp turn and facing the pedestrian behind her. 

“Are you following me?” She didn’t mince words, looking the stranger head-on. 

Shit. He’d only hoped his heavy-footing hadn’t been obvious as he marched after the brunette. A touch buzzed and otherwise completely oblivious to just how creepy it all felt, he raised his hands (phone tucked haphazardly in one) and took an intentionally wobbly step back. 

“I’m juss try’na get some food, lady,” he offered, a smile surfacing despite the obvious tension. A wiggle of his phone gave a blurry indication of his open maps app. “Isn’ there a pizza joint this way?”

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feralthirst‌:

         there was this big pause —- a breath exhales watching as it freezes in the cold new york city air. the man’s watching ( ever so carefully ) over the balcony of the bustling nightclub, eyes trained on he street. voice clears as he spots someone break a rather expensive bottle by backing into it out of the corner of his eye.              “ hey what the fuck. ” come out, a low cannibalistic growl —- “ that ain’t yours is it ? so you gonna go tell the staff so you can pay for it ? ”

“Gale, calm,” he murmured to himself, crossing his arms across his own torso as he observed from across the way. “M’sure he didn’t mean it,” came the resounding absolution, a benefit of the doubt. As much as he appreciated his husband’s ferocity, he didn’t need to make any arrests tonight. He kept his distance for the most part, uncertain if the two spotted together would go very well. He wanted him home, but the only way they’d get out of this unnoticed was if the former left in cuffs. He ached at the thought. Pulling out his phone, he sent off an experimental text. 

[sms] Minimal damage, Tiger. Like we practiced.

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feralthirst‌:

—- pavement never made a good noise, though he presumed it didn’t help much that he was rather dressed down on the occasion, black suede suit or scrubs have been traded out for a simple pair of dark jeans, and armani sweatshirt, a sports coat on top just to make sure that      ( the man didn’t look entirely not himself ).         there’s a podcast of some kind playing through the airpods in his ears but that is not the focus that galen has tonight no. instead, there’s just one. and he’s standing a little ways away from him, walking through the park. it wasn’t as if galen didn’t know, that if he wandered around this area long enough he wasn’t going to run into him. he’d gotten off the shift at the hospital early and had wanted to go somewhere comforting, he was a little busy thinking of ( his other business ) at the hospital today and he’s fairly certain he almost messed up a rather important surgery because of it — of course, galen never made mistakes and the woman’s surgery went off perfectly because the man caught himself in time. because of course, he did. —-  still, he preferred to make sure that he was composed before, going home. and a place where he knew that he walked through every day felt like the place to do it… a comfort in knowing that they’d seen the same things that day. 

               he’d spotted him before nolan had even spoken up. not that he had been planning on interrupting the nice walk the man was having… too late now of course. he’d wanted to get closer — but he’d miscalculated the other’s mood. from the look on his face, galen had thought he would be too much in his head to notice.        “ that he certainly doesn not. ” the words are simple as if galen had meant for nolan to catch him here the whole time. “ but it’s for your own safety. ”

He never quite knew how to act around him. He didn’t know how to act around any of them. It seemed like a lifetime ago when Roman was pointing a forty-two at his face and the inevitability of death hung over him like a steel knife. It was safe to say he wasn’t immediately keen on marrying into such a psychotic family but--- he accepted them as they had accepted him. Roman was really the only one who had an issue with him. Lucien and he had grown familiar. Lorenzo was a different--- very different from what he’d expected. They’d married and though the fear remained in the back of his mind it would end like last time, with the scars to match, he feared that might’ve not been the worst thing to happen that day. His stomach instinctively tightened at the thought before he found himself fidgeting with the leash, a small nod voicelessly responding to his words. A beat.

“Trained him well,” he insisted. He was a physically affectionate type of person, but Galen emitted such a presence he found himself shrinking into himself. He gave it a moment before--- as naturally and as unforced as possible--- moving himself under the other man’s arm, gaze still fixed on the skaters ahead. “F’you were anyone else, think I would’ve been moppin’ you up,” he offered in jest, letting his arm settle on his waist. “Hungry?”

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Things were going— alright. He hadn’t necessarily let his thoughts get the better of him and that was definitely a step up from the constant worry plaguing his life, but it was a positive change. Making his way carefully down the cobblestone pathway with King pulling along, they ventured through a park they frequented, his thoughts remained in their plight. He was worried but worried implied an urge towards action. ‘Troubled’ seemed more apt. He’d been thinking of him and Galen as a whole. Where they stood. How it was they got to where they were and what was the next course of action besides immediately skipping to the so-called ‘good part’. They’d been here before, but it was different this time. That’s all he had to convince himself for the coming months. His train of thought led them back to Bryant Park, caught up in watching the skaters glide back and forth almost effortlessly.

“You can back up,” he spoke aloud, glancing to the form next to him. “He doesn’t take kindly to anyone standing too close to me.”

[ @nycfallingstarters​ ]

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calliope-grace‌:

Callie narrowed her eyes at the man before taking another drink of her beer and following him to the door. Once they hit the outside, she crossed her arms and looked at him. “So what is a cop doing helping me stay out of trouble?” Callie knew he was in law enforcement, she knew almost every one in this town. She also knew what else he was apart of, but she didn’t want to bring it up.

“Was it that obvious?” He mused, tucking a cigarette into his mouth before swiftly lighting it up. A habit formed by stress, but one he didn’t think he wanted to kick anyway. He offered the pack to the other, a scoff slipping past his lips. “We’re not all bad, y’know. Some of us just want to watch the world--- learn.”

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calliope-grace‌:

The guy was yelling on the floor as Callie sat there and drank her beer. The rest of the bar was staring at them, but the brunette just ignored them as she pulled her phone out to shoot a text. Finally putting it back in her pocket, she looked down at the man on the floor. “Jesus Christ, it’s broken nose you pussy not a fucking stab wound.” She said as she laid a $20 on the bar. “Sorry about the mess.” Callie said as she stepped over the man and started walking out. Noticing a figure fall in step with her, she sighed. “What? He touched me when I said not to.” @nycfalingstarters

“Dude had it comin,” he attested, glancing back at the body writhing on the floor. She could’ve done a better job, but it was enough to get it done. He was off-duty for the most part. It wasn’t his area to deal with a little bar fight and he meant what he said. “M’going out for a smoke,” he gestured to his colleague before scraping a gaze up and down the brunette at his side. “In about two minutes, some big mean man is gonna come over here and throw you out on your ass. I kinda wanna see that, but seeing as I’ve given you fair warning--- I’d suggest taking your leave so this avoids turning into some bloodbath.” Shaking the pack of cigarettes, he smiled. “You comin’?”

[ @calliope-grace​ ]

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moongirlxartemis‌:

artemis huffed dramatically as she plopped down in a seat at the coffee shop. she wanted something stronger but if she did that, she’d probably go back to the garage and give the dude a piece of her mind. so she settled for caffeine, all while grumbling under her breath angrily. 

“Who came in your breakfast burrito, sunshine?” Nolan prompted, plopping himself across from the fiery redhead. Not one to mind his business anymore, he embraced the opportunity of conflict. “That’s how the saying goes, right? Tryin’ta mix it up a little.”

[ @moongirlxartemis​ ]

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tag drop !!

[mymessyink]

I kissed him. I kissed him harder and harder, hoping your image would dissipate from my memory. But fuck, all I could see were your eyes. His lips didn’t taste like yours, and he didn’t hold me tightly. He didn’t smell like you, and I have been choking on his cologne all night long, wishing that I could erase the traces of him from this bed or you from my mind. I want to love him. I do, but damn it, your love is the most intoxicating drug I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting high on. I have been trying to replicate it, but the dealer doesn’t understand. I need you and only you. But you’re gone. So I kiss him harder and harder trying to find some trace of love on his tongue.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via mymessyink)

[theodoredimas]

make me choose: supergirl or containment (requested by snowingincamelot)