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Update:

I know i said i would be taking a small hiatus until my dissertation was complete but i am extending this for a few weeks because i am really struggling right now. My mental health is at an all time low and i cannot commit the time to this hobby. I start counselling on Monday and therapy shortly after. So hopefully ill be back on the mend soon

Thank you for understanding

All my love, Hannah

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I love you, it's ruining my life | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

I love you, it's ruining my life

The first day was the easiest of all. His world has come crashing down around him and yet he was still standing amongst the rubble. Tim didn't know what was true anymore, the love of his life has disappeared right before his eyes and he was helpless to change that.

He spent the entirety of the first day on the streets of Los Angeles, he rookie by his side, searching for his wife but it was fruitless. He returned home alone.

The second day was worse. Just as he returned home by himself, he woke to an empty bed, her pillows still indented from the last time she had slept there. He didn't make the bed, instead he shoved the sickening feeling that had begun to grow back down and left for work.

The second day of searching for his wife turned up the same results as the first. She was a detective of the LAPD, and yet not a single officer could offer a lead as to where she had gone. She had been taken away with the wind, never to be seen again.

He didn't want to admit it but as the days and weeks passed by, Tim oculd feel his hopelessness return. He was a police Sargent, he knew the statistics on missing persons cases. And it wasn't like she was without her enemies, there was a never-ending list of people who would want to harm her. It was a risk of the job, but yet he never thought it would effect them.

All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary

Despite only a year passing, there was more evidence leading to declare her to be dead rather than another name on the missing-persons list. Tim thought that her funeral would have been the hardest day; watching the empty coffin be lowered into the ground damn near killed him too, but his heart kept beating. It was agonising but he kept on living, he couldn't stop living.

The worst day came only a few weeks later. The memory of the day was fleeting; hazed by the rush of emotions and the actions taken. One moment he was in Sargent Grey's office, and seemingly in the next, he was running through the woods watching her run towards him also.

They crashed together, his arms wrapping around his body, bringing her warmth closer to him. Not matter how close she was, she needed to be closer to him; he didn't want to be apart again, his heart wouldn't be able to take it.

I love you, it's ruining my life

He never wanted to feel that pain again. To love someone as much as he loved her could only leave one of them suffering. He knew that he wouldn't survive loving her and losing her again. He needed to protect himself this time.

He knew that despite everything that happened she wouldn't step back from danger, instead she would come up with a million and one reasons why he was being unreasonable. He had only one option, to make her believe something untrue.

So the worst day came around the following morning, as he sat her down at the breakfast table they had once spent their days laughing over.

"I can't do this anymore," He said, hating himself as the words come out, "I can't live like this, waiting for the call to find out you've been hurt - or worse. I've lived through it and it nearly killed me. I can't do it again."

Panic crossed her face, as she tried to process his words, "Tim, what do you mean?"

"I can't keep waiting for the worst to happen. I love you, and it's ruining my life."

And for a fortnight there, we were forever

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I know I’m on a break but Taylor swift released a new album and I’m having Tim Bradford thoughts. So there may be something soon ???

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About to present my dissertation !!!!!

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Reminder that dracula daily starts again next month for those who missed it last year

I personally started but then failed to keep up, so I'm going to try again this year

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I’m going on a brief writing hiatus for the next week (maybe two) or so as it’s coming up to the end of my degree. I have my dissertation and my presentation on my prototype software all in the next week so it’s all hands on deck.

I will be lurking in reblogs so see y’all soon

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it has been an honour to boop and be booped but alas i must retire for the night. Happy booping all!

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An evil boop??? I don’t know if I should be impressed or offended…

I’m impressed. Teach me your ways. How?

On browser, hold down on the boop button until it does a double flip three times. :)

Enjoy spreading evil!!!

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Your super boops won't go unnoticed they will be paid back

are you challenging me???????? game on /jk

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YOU’VE SENT 1000+ BOOPS?????? HOW??????

I have a dissertation to write and I have ADHD. any distractions works. Also BOOP!

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BOOPS

keep em coming folks

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Imma spend my day booping all. None are safe

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Sunday Morning| Tim Bradford | The Rookie

There was few things that Tim Bradford loved more than his job. The hustle and bustle of the Los Angeles streets, and the joy that came with serving his community were a drop in the ocean of reasons Tim loved his job within the LAPD. The adrenaline pumping through his veins as he chased criminals and helped the helpless was damn near impossible to get elsewhere. He never slowed down, he never stopped.

Except for Sunday mornings.

On Sunday mornings, his six o’clock alarm was snoozed until the later hours of the day. He didn’t crawl out of bed till at least ten, maybe half past of he had enough reason. On Sunday mornings he wouldn’t take Kojo on their usual jog, exchanging it for a long stroll through a dog park, or a beach if the company was right. On Sunday mornings he wasn’t Metro Sargent Bradford, he was just Tim.

He could forgo all of his Sunday morning rituals but one. Despite Sundays mornings being his favourite, it wasn’t the late start, or the long walk, that made the morning special. It was the few hours he would get after silencing his alarms. As it was in those fleeting hours would he spend with (Y/N) tucked into his side.

He had gotten used to leaving her in bed in the morning, despite her job at the Mid-Wiltshire station, she always had a later start, meaning she woke up alone. Their first Sunday together was Tim’s favourite Sunday he could remember.

It had happened by mistake, a scheduling error had led to him having the day off. After Isabelle, he dove headfirst into his work, rarely taking a day off, and when he did, he was still out and about. He never stopped, it was his way to deal with everything happening around him.

This habit didn’t change when he met (Y/N), until the fateful scheduling error. It was Smitty’s fault, although this was one mistake Tim never held again the man. When he first woke, the day free for him the do anything with, his mind spun with all the tasks ahead of him.

He laid there frozen for longer than he could count, until (Y/N) rolled onto her side, resting her head against his chest. She hadn’t been staying overnight long, but in that instant something changed, as if the stars had aligned.

Tim looked down to her peaceful face, and for once took in his surroundings. How the light peaked through the curtains, gently warming the room; or how, if he listened carefully enough, he could hear a radio playing from his neighbours garden. The hustle and bustle of his life stopped, and for the first time in forever, he was glad to find a moment of solace.

Then on, Sunday mornings were dedicated to him and (Y/N). Eventually Kojo joined them in their weekly ritual, and soon, a fourth would join. In just a few short months, baby Bradford would join their Sunday mornings.

Tim never thought he would have a life like this, but now, as he looked down at (Y/N) softly snoring on his chest, he couldn’t wait to spend every Sunday like this.

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New Tim Bradford fix out soon!

It’s a soft, fluffy one. No angst, I promise! 💖

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Planning | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act One | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28

(Y/N) looked around the room, taking in the worried faces of her colleagues turned friends who had come at Tim’s request. Angela sat talking next to John, talking to both him and Nyla who stood next to the sofa. Lucy was sitting on the armchair with West leaning against the arm. Grey wasn’t there, (Y/N) knew that he couldn't be, but it hurt slightly to exclude the man, especially after all he had done for her.

She could feel her heart tug slightly at the sentiment that they had all agreed to come to help, even though it was a war Roaslind Dyer had decided to wage against the entire LAPD, he focus was on the officer in the Mid-Wilshire department, or at least they would be the start.

None of them knew what Tim had figured, but at his request, they had all decided to come of their own volition, to help both of the Bradford’s. People she had thought would brush her off and not accept her had all come with the intention to aid her the best she could.

Leaning against the doorway, (Y/N) watched as each and every one of her friends cast their eyes on Tim as he cleared his throat to bring their attention to him. “You all know why I asked you to come, mostly anyways…”

“What do you mean, ‘mostly’?” Nyla said, leaning forward in an almost defensive stance.

“What he means is that we have a development in the Dyer case.” (Y/N) stepped forward nudging Kojo away from her feet as she moved. She took a moment, as his hand wrapped around her own before she continued speaking. “We can’t operate at the station anymore.”

“Why not?” John asked gently, prompting either one of the Bradfords to continue.

Tim spoke up again. “Before you say that, we need to know if you're in or out. Because once we tell you, there is no going back, you will be liable for any and all actions. The LAPD won’t cover you.”

“The Hell you got into Bradford?” Nyla asked before taking a breath to stop a chain of expletives from falling from her tongue. “I mean I’m in but what the Hell is going on?”

Tim just nodded for a moment at Nyla’s words as the other cops in the room began to nod and verbalise their agreement. Angela stood as she agreed, wrapping (Y/N) in a hug as she whispered, “I’d follow you to the end of the earth. That’s what best friends are for.”

As Angela pulled away, she took (Y/N)’s hand from Tim, ignoring his small sound of offensive he let out as she dragged her back to the sofa. (Y/N) scoffed in amusement as Angela wedged her between her and John.

“So you’re all okay with this?” Tim clarified.

“Yes,” Nyla huffed, “Now get on with it. We don’t have all day, you know?”

Tim nodded as he put his hands in his hoodie’s pockets. “(Y/N) and I came to a realisation earlier today after she got back from the prison. It never made sense why (Y/N) was targeted by her, it wasn’t as if Dyer had a specific M.O which she fit, and it’s not like it was with Lucy…” He let his words trail off as he watched Chen’s reaction before continuing. “She had no reason except that she seemed like an easy target.”

“Target for what?” West asked.

“To get into the LAPD hivemind.” (Y/N) said, taking over from her husband. “She already had informants but they were all reluctant or vulnerable in some way. Sullivan was near retirement age, Armstrong had been made. Our guess is that she wanted to turn me into her newest pawn.”

“(Y/N), your old partner said this was about Tim. Then it was about you. They were trying to make us chase our tails.” Nyla spoke up again, moving closer to where the others were sitting. “Although, this still doesn't tell us what she intends to do.”

“The LAPD humiliated her, all of us in this room humiliated her. Someone like Rosalind Dyer isn’t the type just to stand back and take something like that. She needs to prove herself time and time again. She doesn’t like to lose, so she changed the game. She isn’t going after individuals anymore, she’s coming after all of us, the entire LAPD. And we’re just the warm-up round.”

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It was near three am by the time Nyla, Angela and the others finally left. (Y/N) closed the door behind them, making sure to both lock and deadbolt the door shut. She rested her weight against the door, trying to push down the wave of emotion crashing into her. She closed her eyes, choosing to listen to the clinking of empty beer bottles as Tim tidied away the mess left over.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) pushed herself off the door and moved towards the bedroom with Kojo trailing sleepily behind her. It didn’t take long before she heard Tim shut off the lights to the rest of the room and shuffle towards the bedroom himself.

Neither of them spoke for a while, both enjoying the comfortable silence as they prepared for bed. They moved in sync, Tim tossing (Y/N) one of his tees and a pair of joggers to sleep in whilst she placed their phones on charge and set their alarms for the morning.

It was only when they had made their way into bed, (Y/N) leaning on Tim’s chest with Kojo snoring happily at their feet, did Tim finally break the silence.

“Thank you.” he murmured, barely above a whisper

(Y/N) looked at him perplexed as she responded with a tone that was just as soft. “For what?”

“For trusting me, all of us. I know it must have been hard.”

“Not as hard as it was to shut you out.” (Y/N) shuffled down in the sheets as she gathered her thoughts. “Do you think that this will work? Our plan, I mean.”

“I don't know.” Tim kissed (Y/N)’s head, “but if it doesn’t, we will try something else. We won’t let her win, I won’t let her win, baby. I promise you that.”

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Crowded Room | Tim Bradford |The Rookie

It was a well known fact that the LAPD had to deal with some of the worst crimes and criminals in the U.S.A. It was as if crime was fuelled by sun, sand, and women in bikinis. Today was one of the worst days that Tim Bradford had seen. DespiteN his military background, and a decade in the LAPD, nothing could have prepared him for a day like this. Having at least eight felons running the lose in the city was one of his worst nightmares.

Three had been captured already, and a fourth had been spotted downtown. Units were already on their way. But three had not been seen in hours. Each of the three were the worst of the worst; the type of men mothers warn their children about. Crimes like theirs were studied among physcologist, trying to determine just how could a person be so cruel.

The briefing room was swarming with officers, some who were called in, others who had just clocked into and a select few, like Tim, who had been on shift for upwards of twenty-four hours. If it had been any other day he would have crashed on his sofa by now, dead to the world. But he was on high alert, not knowing when the next threat would come for him.

It was days like these that made Tim feel like he was still in the military, not knowing if that day would be his last ad yet he was still firest to put his life on the line. Sometimes it felt like he was stuck in the same place. The hustle and bustle of the briefing room did nothing to calm these thoughts.

Silently, he moved to the back of the room, seeking out a familiar face who had been leaning against the glass. (Y/N), like Tim, had never been one for crowds. He knew that she would be lurking in the back, away from everyone else. He was thankful she was there though, he had found little to calm him on days like these but she did; she could always bring him back down to earth.

Joining her, he also leaned back against the gladd, slipping his hand into hers. Settling down, he felt (Y/N)'s hand squeeze him and he felt himself calm. Worldlessly, (Y/N) looked over to her fiance to find his eyes already on her. She knew that days like these could get away from Tim, all that she could do was be there for him.

She shifted slightly so that sh ecould whisper in his ear. "It'll be okay."

He didn't respond. Instead he just leaned his head down on her shoulder for a moment. . Chaotic days like these were unavoidable, it was part of the job. But sometimes he could find a quiet moment of solice, as long as he head his (Y/N) by his side, he knew that he could get through it. She would get him through it.

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