#blackklansman

Detective Zimmerman is determined to ask you out on a date but you are just as determined to resist....

Prompt: Taken from @creativepromptsforwriting

Warnings: Language

Words: 562

“You know if you keep staring at me like that I’m going to have to report you to the chief”

You didn’t even bother to look up at who you were speaking too, considering you were the only two in the station this early in the morning he knew it was meant for him. You continued writing the report you were set on finishing before the ruckus of the day started, determined to not let him break your concentration.

“Who me? I’m not staring… I’m admiring” his deep voice resonated out across the empty foyer. You could hear the smirk in his voice without even needing to see his face and it made you roll your eyes.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but he was just the same as any other officer in this damn station. Always hitting on you to get what they want, flirting to get someone booked in faster, asking you to dinner to make sure they got their reports on time.

“Ain’t nobody else here is there Detective?” you retorted, now glancing up to see him leaning casually in the doorway. He had one arm up to support him against the frame, sleeves of his plaid shirt rolled up over broad forearms.

“I need just one date” he said, walking forwards with a confident stride.

“You think you can woo me with just one date?”

“Absolutely.” He propped his elbows up on the front desk, leaning close to you.

You sighed exasperatedly and stopped writing. Slowly looking up at him your eyebrows rose in annoyance at his smug expression. You leant forward yourself now, getting closer to his face so you could speak lowly “You know the only reason you are interested in me is because I’m the only woman that works in this station. Expect for the cleaners but you never see them since you are never here this early” “Well I knew you’d be here so I got up bright and early just for you” he reached up and took your pen out of your hand. He picked up a piece of paper from the desk and wrote something down, you watched as he scribbled away.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but a voice in the back of your mind was telling you to lean forward and tuck back the curl that had fallen in his face. He folded the scrap of paper before handing it to you, smirking smile still evident across his face.

You turned the paper over in your hands and unfolded it – his telephone number.

“Just something to think over” his chuckled tapping the pen cockily on the desktop before sauntering off into the offices at the back of the station.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but your daddy had always told you “Never date artists and never date cops.” You were never really sure why but you didn’t want to break a lifelong promise because another detective wanted to get his dick wet.

“Not a chance Zimmerman” you shouted after him, flinching at the volume of your voice echoing in the silent halls.

It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive but…you looked around, even though you knew you were the only one in the room, and carefully tucked the piece of paper into your jacket pocket.

With Flip Zimmerman

Flip Zimmerman Fan Fiction - shit I had so much FUN writing this bad boy.

Its in two parts, the second should be ready for publication by the beginning of next week.

Tagging

@hopeamarsu @terry2227 @punkandsnacks @noocturnalchild @barbers-glimmerin-darlin @fizzywoohoo @zimmermansbrat @a-true-janian-reply @clydesducktape @the-wayward-rose @miraclesabound

Hi, this is my first fanfic. I fell in love with Flip Zimmerman and decided I would write a fic about it. Please comment and give me feedback would really appreciate it. Also shoutout to @hocenimlatine for being my beta tester. Hope you enjoy. This is a series and more chapters are on Ao3. I have attached the link. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22026754/chapters/52566892

Introduction.

Flip Zimmerman and Reader are a happily married couple. Until a particular case turns their relationship upside down, can they work it out, or will the divorce be their only option? 

YSN=your sister's name. If you don’t have a sister feel free to make one up.  

It was a crisp sunny Wednesday morning in Colorado Springs. You had forgotten how cold Colorado spring was compared to LA. You're in the passenger seat of Volkswagen bug as (ysn) drives you to the home you used to share with Flip. As you stare outside the window watching the town roll by you being to remanence of your mornings with Flip. Every weekday morning was the same. You wake up at six to cook breakfast, your favorite bacon/eggs, and toast. Make sure the coffee was brewing and the morning paper delivered. Then you would get ready for the day by setting out your outfit and making sure you had all the items in your bookbag for work. Once the clock struck seven, it was time to wake Flip-up. Usually, with kisses on his ears and nose, his best features. He would grumble something incoherent and pull you into the bed, you both would stay like that for ten minutes once his time was up you would tease him about making you late for work although you both couldn't care less. 

"Where did you go just now?" (ysn) asks. 

 "Nowhere I'm just sleepy from the flight, that's all. Oh, we're here, huh."  you turn to look at them and smile. 

"Yep. Let me help you with your bags." They say as they put the car in park and step out. 

You step out too, pulling your jacket a little tighter to your chest as the colds wind hits you suddenly. You just stare at the white ranch style house that seems so foreign yet so familiar. Your eyes scan the house, searching for familiarity. First, the driveway where Flips pick up is parked. Then the blue front door. Its February, yet the Christmas wreath is still there with the matching red welcome mat. Hmm, he remembered your thought; it was your tradition to change the welcome mat and garland on the front door for every major holiday. Since your first Christmas together, you learned Flip would put lights up but won't take them down till march, and you wouldn't be "that" house on the block again. So simple decorations worked best, and it was your responsibility to put them up and take them down.

Your sibling's trunk slams shut, which makes you jump back to reality. 

"Are you going to be alright by yourself, or do you want me to stay," they ask.

"I'll be fine," you say, and grab your luggage from their hands.  

"Call me if you need anything, and don't forget and call me tomorrow to tell me how it went." They say, grabbing you into a hug. 

"Okay," you mumble and hug them back. 

They get in their car still parked out front waiting to make sure Flip answers the door. 

You start walking on the grey brick walkway towards the front door luggage in hand. You knock instead of ringing the doorbell, praying he didn't hear it, so you can run back to the car. 

 You knock three times, no answer, and start to turn around. 

"Ring the fucking doorbell", your siblings yells from their car. 

"Ugggh fine", you yell back, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You turn back to face the door.

You reach for the doorbell thinking to yourself if Flip didn't hear my knocks, he sure heard the yelling.  Sure enough. 

Flip answers the door before you can reach the doorbell. He is wearing his usual get up a grey flannel, wrangler jeans, and socks. His eyes widened, and his posture stiffened as he looks down at you and then behind you at the Volkswagen bug parked in front.  

"Suprise," you say into shaky breath. 

You wave to your sibling, and they drive off. Still standing at the front door, with Flip just staring down at you. He breaks his silence, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, you see, Jimmy called me and said you weren't doing so well and that I should check up on you. So here I am checking up on you." You stutter back. 

"Why do you care?", he countered leaning on the doorway. 

You look down and sigh before working back up at him, "You know I care, Flip, but can we have this conversation inside? It's been a while, and I'm not used to this weather."

Flip hesitates and moves out of the way to let you in; you grab your luggage and carry it inside. Cause you know, he's not in the mood to do it for you. Once inside, you observe your surroundings to find old pizza boxes on the coffee table next to empty beer cans. The house reeks of cigarette smoke. You can see the ashtray on the coffee table. But the living room looks the same as it did when you left. The classic 70's wood paneling along the walls and a low mid-century black couch against the back wall with a gold circular coffee table placed in the middle of the room.

He slams the door behind you and walks to the kitchen. You set your things to the side and follow behind him. As you enter the kitchen, you notice its painted grey. It was an ugly red before. You used to tell him how you wanted to paint the walls in the kitchen looks like he did that when you left. All white appliances still with the small kitchen table on the left side of the kitchen. He opens the white fridge and grabs a Coors. It's eight in the morning you think, but you know your "surprise" probably has him on edge.