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solo-ojo-jojo · 2 years

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Chenford Fanfic - Ch 3: "Hold You in My Arms" from Santa Ana Winds now on AO3!

The next chapter is up!

This fills my square for Food Trucks, as part of @chenfordsource's Chenford Bingo 2021

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When Tim asked her to save a dance for him at Angela and Wesley’s ill-fated original wedding, Lucy had a small flutter in her stomach that she tried to ignore. It was new and exciting. And confusing, if she was being honest. Because for 13 months her relationship with Tim had been one thing, but within the four weeks that had passed since then, there had been a shift in… something. Something that she couldn’t quite place her finger on.

Despite the warmth of the SoCal air, she felt herself shiver when Tim trailed a look down her entire body. And damn, he looked good. The tux he was wearing was cut impeccably well, and she knew that it had to belong to him. There was no way a rental tux could look that good. And—wait a second—was Tim flirting with her?

Later that night, under circumstances she never would have asked for, she discovered what it was like to be held in Tim’s arms.

Angela was missing and Jackson was beaten within an inch of his life when he surprised her kidnappers. Tim didn’t think twice when he offered his shaken friend a place to stay for the night. They were both distraught and needed to be in the company of someone they trusted.

Since learning of the abduction, everyone at the Mid-Wilshire division had been single-mindedly focused on bringing Lopez and her baby back home. There was no time for either Tim or Lucy to think about the what ifs of the evening.

When she asked Tim for a hug, she did not expect it to be as distracting as it was. Tim’s hand stroked through her hair and his touch lingered on her skin. She felt an ember of something being lit up inside of her. Whatever it was, she wanted more of it, which was why she had been ready to go knock on his bedroom door. She needed to find out more.

“Captivated” may have not been a strong enough word to describe how Tim felt when he first laid eyes on Lucy in her dark green dress. She was some sort of ethereal being, floating towards him as rays of sunlight danced around her. He knew Lucy was objectively attractive. But there had been a litany of reasons over the past 14 months that meant he shouldn’t entertain any thoughts on her beauty any further, and he kept any appreciation of her beauty pushed to the back of his mind.

Tim was no stranger to the long stretches of time he would be out of contact with officers working undercover ops. He knew all the reasons he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but worry about Lucy. She had been on his mind constantly, and then when he pulled her over for a traffic stop, it felt like he had conjured her. He got to set his eyes on her and see for himself that she was okay. He felt pride in the way she handled herself and gave him a coded message about her op. He should have been relieved that her mission was on track, relieved that his confidence in her abilities was not unfounded. Maybe it would all be over soon.

But then she missed her check-in with Nyla, and he spent his entire night searching for her.

“I thought you said she needed help,” he said as he tried to play off the worry that had crescendoed overnight. And he wondered if Lucy could read the relief on his face when he saw once more that she was safe.

The past few weeks without her by his side had made him realize that he missed her in a way he had never missed any of his other former Rookies. He had a want for her, to even just be near her, which had been growing, and had started from some nebulous time he couldn’t quite place. And though he had known the way her undercover persona had flirted with him wasn’t at all about him–it was about Nova getting out of a traffic stop–it also hadn’t felt unwelcome. In the back of his mind, he had wondered if he’d get the same kind of thrill if Lucy had been the one doing the flirting.

That had not had anything to do with asking Lucy to save him a dance. Nope, nothing at all.

Unfortunately, crisis had struck before he’d had the chance to follow through with his request.

He wrapped her in his arms for only the second time since he had known her, the first time being immediately after she was pulled out of a barrel and he had breathed life back into her lungs. The situation that led them to this hug was, once again, far from ideal. And when they broke apart, he knew that if he looked in her eyes for too long, he’d do something he shouldn’t. He could feel the intensity of her gaze on him and when he dared to look back at her, he was filled with the notion that he should take her back into his arms.

Tim found himself restless in his bed, a small voice in his head whispering to him he needed to find out what the look meant. He had gone so far as to sit up and plant his feet on the floor, trying to gather up the nerve to go knock on the door of the guest bedroom where Lucy was staying, only to be disrupted by a call from Wesley about Angela’s whereabouts. And maybe it was for the best that he didn’t have more time alone with his thoughts about how the only thing separating him from Lucy was a single wall between their bedrooms.

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sylvies-chen · 3 years

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You Make Me Feel So Young

Summary: Tim shows up at Lucy's apartment after struggling with some guilt, and finally gets that dance she'd saved for him.

Warnings: none

Words: 2.6K

A/N: For day 1 of the Chenford Fanfic Week 2021 organized by @therookiebook!! I'm so excited to participate, I hope you guys like this oneshot <3

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He feels guilty.

Lucy knows he does, even before he tells her. After everything at Angela’s wedding went down, after she and Jackson had been taken and nearly died, after the dust had settled from that entire stressful day, Lucy can feel the guilt oozing out of him.

Only Tim Bradford shows up at her door to talk about it, and it’s about the last thing she expects to happen.

Like, ever.

“Hey,” he blurts out as soon as she opens the door.

“Hi.” Lucy doesn’t know what to say but she knows the hand that’s holding onto the edge of her door feels numb all of a sudden and her breath gets caught in her throat.

“Can I come in?” Tim asks, trying to seem nonchalant. Lucy sees right through it, knows that him coming here alone, out of the blue, must mean something’s wrong. But she doesn’t say anything because she knows Tim takes a while sometimes to be able to open up. So instead, she nods.

“Yeah, of course.” Jackson’s out, so she lets Tim in without hesitation. Not that it’d matter if he were here, really, but she sees that broken, guilt-ridden look in Tim’s eyes and knows it’s best that they’re alone.

He plays it cool at first— out of self-preservation, she thinks— and looks around the apartment as she lets him in.

“This place looks a lot nicer than the last time I saw it,” he starts out.

“Yeah, well Cujo’s not around to tear up pillows anymore so I’d say it’s a big improvement,” she jokes meekly.

His hands are shoved in his pockets stiffly as he walks around her living room, glancing over to Jackson’s bedroom.

“Jackson’s not here?”

“No, he went to check up on Angela. I’m surprised you aren’t there too,” she adds.

“Why’s that?”

“Because it’s where you’ve been for the past week,” Lucy explains simply, glancing at him expectantly and waiting for him to talk. Not this kind of talk, not small talk or dancing around what he really needs to get off his chest, but for him to actually, really talk.

All does is stand by her couch, less than ten feet away from her, and avoid her gaze. She swears she can see his fists tensing up in the pockets of his jeans. “I didn’t realize you were keeping track.”

“I wasn’t.” She was . “I just know how worried you were about her when she was taken. I don’t blame you for not wanting to leave her side.”

“Just making up for what I didn’t do the first time, I guess,” he grumbles under his breath.

Lucy sighs, cutting their small talk short and getting to the point. “Why are you really here, Tim?”

Her bluntness surprises him, she thinks, because he blinks at her. “What?”

“Why are you here?” She repeats. “You’ve never shown up at my place randomly while off shift. Hell, I didn’t even think you’d remembered I live here. I know this past week has been intense but clearly you need something or else you wouldn’t have come here. So would you just tell me whatever it is you want to say so that I can help you?”

He exhales quietly, his chest shaking as it falls. “It’s my fault. Angela and Jackson nearly died, she nearly lost her baby, they were put in danger at her own damn wedding, and it’s… it’s my fault.”

“No, no,” she replies sympathetically, shaking her head. “It’s not. What happened to them happened because of La Fiera, not you.”

“I was her man of honour,” he explains with a dry and slightly sarcastic chuckle. “Where’s the honour in failing to protect the bride?”

“If you really felt that, you wouldn’t have come here. You knew,” she tells him, her voice determined and fierce. “You knew I wouldn’t let you sit here and feel sorry for yourself. If you wanted to sit around feeling sorry for yourself you would have gone to a bar, alone. But you came here, which means somewhere deep down you know you couldn’t have done anything to stop it.”

For one of the only times since Lucy’s known him, Tim Bradford is speechless. He looks for words but finds none, huffs, and sits down on her couch, fiddling nervously with his thumbs. Her heart sinks at the sight of it. This guilt of his isn’t going away with anything she says, she knows that now. Healing takes time, so all she can really do is just be there for him.

She sits down next to him on the couch, leaving only an inch of space. “You don’t have to carry the weight of everything, you know,” she continues gently. “You take on so much, you don’t always have to feel so responsible for every bad thing that happens. That’s no way to live.”

“I’m a cop,” he shrugs painfully. “I became a cop because I wanted to keep helping people, protecting them. So sure, it might make me a more serious person, but I do it because it’s supposed to be what I do best.”

“I get that. But no one’s perfect. I’m not perfect, even with all of your Tim tests,” she teases meekly. “That doesn’t mean you did anything wrong. You fought hard to get both of them back and you did. You did that. Angela’s home now, she and the baby are safe and alright. That’s what matters.”

He looks at her, stunned but greatly appreciative. “Thanks,” he offers, slightly begrudgingly, after a moment. “I just... thanks .”

“I think I have something of yours,” she tells him gently, changing the subject to lighten the mood. Because if she can’t assuage his guilt then at the very least, she can make him feel better; feel happy again.

Tim’s brows scrunch up, sending a confused look her way. Lucy wordlessly moves to pull out her phone, connecting it to the small wireless speaker on the coffee table. The buttons crisply click as she turns up the volume, pressing play on the first ballad she finds in her list of varied songs. (But her taste in music isn’t actually as diverse as she’d like and is really just filled with K-pop tracks).

The music streams through the speaker and throughout the apartment, audible but still quiet so as not to disturb the other tenants. Tim stays seated as Lucy stands up, still confused but shifting to the edge of his seat as if being drawn to her by an unnamed force.

Lucy finally extends her open palm, giving him a shy but cheeky grin. “Your dance, Officer Bradford?”

Realization hits and Tim’s shoulders relax a little. “I don’t know, I’m not in the mood for dancing right now.”

“Come on,” she pleads. “It’ll make you feel better, I promise. Or, at the very least, it’ll give you something to tease me about at work.”

Tim gives a hearty chuckle, smiling widely as he accepts her hand. It makes Lucy smile too. Why shouldn’t it? He’s always so surly and serious, making him laugh would make anyone proud and giddy. Right?

“Alright. After you, Officer Chen,” he replies as she pulls him off the couch and onto the rug in her living room. His hand is warm. They’re calloused, and bigger than hers to the point where her fingers get swallowed up in his as he gives her hand a squeeze. But god, they’re so warm and safe . Her mind can’t stop coming back to that observation, no matter how much she knows she shouldn’t.

Tim’s other hand finds her waist, his grip gentle. Her hand flies to his chest, pulling him in until her chin is inches away from resting on his shoulder.

Up until now, space hasn’t really been an issue for them. The only time there’d been this much physical contact between them was last year when Caleb had buried her alive. Even then, the situation had allowed for a special exception. She’d needed all the physical and emotional support she could get at that moment, and Tim had provided it for her.

Now though, there's no exception, no special circumstance, no excuse. They’re dancing while wrapped up in each other solely because they want to be, and that change is enough to terrify Lucy. She doesn’t move though, only keeps swaying to the music and letting out small, shaky breaths.

What can she say? She never was one to back down from something that scared her.

“You’re a good dancer,” Lucy points out quietly.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” he replies, his breath catching onto her neck and sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

“Is it safe to say you’re enjoying yourself? You feel more relaxed, I daresay you’re having fun,” she tries teasing.

“I’m just surprised,” he counters. “I was prepared for my toes to endure some serious stomping.”

“Oh please, like my tiny toes could ever harm you.” Her nose scrunches playfully as she feigns a threatening look, which makes Tim smile again. What is it with that smile of his killing her softly?

“I don’t know, you’re a lot tougher than you look.”

“Was that a compliment?” She asks teasingly.

“Don’t tell Nova, she’ll get jealous,” he jokes back, continuing to sway to the music.

“Yeah but I bet she’d love this,” Lucy remarks. In her head, she adds that the line between herself and Nova is getting blurred but it goes unspoken and, eventually, ignored.

“Nova’s not the only one,” he risks replying. “You’re right. This is… nice .”

Tim leans back a little to meet her eye, the swaying decelerating until they’re standing in her living room. Alone. With an intense and inviting gaze piercing into her eyes.

“It is,” Lucy agrees. Her voice is barely audible and before she can think twice, she blurts out probably the worst thing she could ever think of: the thing she means with every fiber of her being. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

She really does mean it. She wants to stay there forever, where everything feels good and safe and right . Only she hadn’t meant to say that out loud, per se. To her surprise though, he doesn’t react poorly to it. Instead, he flashes the smallest smile and nods in agreement, swallowing hard. "Me too."

He looks so young like that, something juvenile and exciting radiating off of him like a breath of fresh air. For a second, she almost thinks he’s the same age as her.

And oh fuck , something just clicks after that.

His lips part only slightly, his eyes glimmering with something intense and hopeful. Her skin is on fire, her heart is racing, and every neuron in her brain is telling her to look away but she can’t. She can’t escape his eyes. Lucy doesn’t know what this thing between them is, only that one minute, they’re dancing and the next, they’re… doing something else. The swaying stops and everything comes to a glaring halt as the song starts to come to a gradual end. They’re left with nothing to do but stand there and look at each other. It’s almost like he’s listened to her and that somehow, he’s made them become completely frozen in time so that maybe, just maybe, they really could stay here forever.

Admittedly, terrifyingly, Lucy would have no complaints about that.

They’re holding each other too— god , she almost forgot about his hands on her wait, on her back. They’re strong and massive and yet so gentle. And before she knows it, they’re pulling her in closer and closer.

His face is inches apart from her, their lips so close. She shouldn’t be thinking about his lips, about any of the things she’s feeling right now, but she can feel his breath and it makes it impossible to think of anything else. Her chest is almost pressed against his and she wonders if Tim can feel the shaky rise and fall of her chest against his.

They get closer again, and closer, and closer…

Then, the door clicks and swings open, sending her and Tim jumping apart.

The moment ends before it ever has a chance to start.

“Hey, I’m back,” Jackson calls out as he walks in, checking his phone. “So fire up the next episode of Love Island and put in the popcorn because I am ready to g—”

Jackson stops mid-sentence once he looks up from his phone and finds Lucy, standing next to Tim as they both look away from each other with flushed cheeks and awkward coughs from their throats. The music on her phone has stopped now, thankfully, but the light from the speaker still flashes to indicate it’s on and Jackson soaks in the whole scene. He meets it with confusion though, his brows furrowing.

“Uhh… What’s going on here?”

“I was just about to leave,” Tim announces, looking down at the floor as he makes a beeline for his coat.

“Right, yeah,” Lucy nods. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, I guess?”

“Yeah, of course. Uh, bye,” he replies awkwardly, his eyes meeting Lucy’s one last time with something that she daresay looks like disappointment— like yearning. Jackson’s still there though, and so the moment is short-lived. Tim’s hands fly back into his pockets, just as stiff as they were when he first came over, and he leaves. The door shuts behind him abruptly.

Lucy stares at the door where Tim used to be, her shoulders sagging in a disappointment of her own, but she turns to see Jackson staring at her and knows she has no way to explain… well, to explain whatever the hell just happened.

“You want to tell me why Tim was here?”

“He felt guilty about what happened with you and Angela,” she explains, a little defensively. “I was just talking it out with him.”

“Sure, yeah,” Jackson nods with an unconvinced laugh, “that’s why you two jumped apart like frogs as soon as I came in.”

“We did not jump apart ,” she protests.

“Ok, if you say so,” he concedes, his hands up in surrender. “Besides, whatever you two were doing here, I just—… don’t want to know.” He lets out a small chuckle after that, shaking his head as he moves to grab a pack of unpopped popcorn out of the cupboard and put it in the microwave.

“It was nothing,” she mumbles quietly. “Nothing happened.”

It’s the first real lie she’s told that night. Jackson drops it after that though, and she sighs to herself as she sits back down on the couch.

She closes her eyes as the microwave buzzes and Jackson starts to ramble about his visit with Angela, slowly transporting herself back to that dance with Tim.

Maybe she’s wrong for this, maybe she’s completely insane and unprofessional. But as she plays it over in her head, her own words ring through her head and she realizes that maybe she really did want to stay like that with Tim forever.

Oh, screw it . She knows she did. It’s not a fact she can necessarily scream out to the world, but she did.

To Lucy, there are much worse things to want to be.

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everylastlinex · 3 years

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chenford week prompt day 4: “that a new dress?”

~2k words, rated T

because I needed them to talk about this again when they’re finally together!! Lucy’s dress inspiration is at the end!

“That a new dress?” “Why, yes, yes, it is,” Lucy answers with a wide smile as she makes her way out of the bathroom. “Do you like it? Is it too much? Should I-“ “No, no,” Tim tells her quickly, shaking his head as he looks at her with a soft smile, eyes taking in all five-feet-and-loose change of her, from her curled hair to her patent nude heels. She’d texted him to wear a dark blue tie so they match, his tie and her lace dress. “You look beautiful.” His fingers reach out to brush at her exposed collarbone, making her shiver and turn into his arms. She looks up at him with starstruck eyes as a blush appears on her cheeks at his sincere compliment and heated gaze. “I love it.”

“Thank you,” she tells him softly, rubbing her nose against his, craning back to take a look at him in his ever-classic black suit, sole pop of color the blue tie. “You look… presentable yourself.” “Presentable?” He snorts, shaking his head at her. “Really? That’s all I get? First work event as a sergeant and you buy a new dress and all I get is presentable?” Not that he cares one way or another but he likes their game of tricking Lucy into complimenting his good looks, mainly because she stubbornly refuses to do it herself. She rolls her eyes, knows he’s kidding but gives in to his guilt trip. “Fine. You look good, you know you look good, everyone there knows you look good. Happy now?” “Very.” “And I had to buy a new dress, to celebrate,” she tells him pointedly, fixing her hair one last time in the full length mirror leaning against her bedroom wall. “I don’t wanna embarrass you at your first work event as Sergeant Bradford.” “What? You could never.” He grabs her evening bag and tugs her by the hand out of the room and to the front door, barely pausing to nod goodbye at Jackson who’s on the couch in the living room. “But you will embarrass me if we’re late, so let’s go.” ~~~ “Everyone loves you.” “Stop.” “They do!” Lucy smiles at him widely, looking around the room even as she sways in his arms on the dance floor. “Military man, dedicating your life to service, a decade plus on the force, aced your sergeant’s exam-“ “I didn’t ‘ace’ it, I was eighth,” Tim corrects her. “You are not good at accepting compliments, are you?” She narrows her eyes at him, like he’s an enigma she can’t figure out but she’ll keep trying. “You’re one to talk,” he points out and she nods in admitted defeat. “Fine, how about we both give each other ten compliments a day until we get better at accepting them?” she suggests jokingly as she leans back in his arms to look up at him. “No,” Tim says quickly. “But I’ll do you. I mean,” he chuckles when she raises an eyebrow at his choice of words, “I’ll compliment you, no problem.” “No, don’t, I’ll spontaneously combust,” she tells him with a forceful shake of her head and he chuckles at her admission. “I can’t take it when you’re nice to me.” “I know,” he winks, “which is why I am very nice to you at times.” Lucy blushes, glaring at him playfully even as she squeezes his hands in hers, looking back at a group of their colleagues mingling over his shoulder at the Mid-Wilshire table. “As I was saying, they love you. Oh my goodness, you could get promoted to Sergeant II soon!” She looks up at him, eyes wide with excitement, her hands moving to clutch his shoulders, almost stopping mid-dance if he wasn’t guiding her along the dance floor. “I don’t think there’s an exam for that, is there? No?” He shakes his head slightly and she nods quickly at the knowledge before continuing. “Okay, great. Then lieutenant! Oh my gosh, Tim, lieutenant!” She nearly squeals with excitement at the idea. “Is there an exam for that? Yes, of course there is, there’s gotta be,” she answers herself before he can. “Well, we have to look up what they have on the reading list and-“ “Okay, hold your horses there, babe,” Tim says with a laugh, blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he stares down at her with complete fondness, there’s no other word to describe it. “Let’s just enjoy tonight before you start planning my rise to power.”

“Sorry, yes, I’m getting ahead of myself.” She bites her lower lip in apology. “That’s too much, am I being too much?” “Nope,” he reassures her, hands squeezing hers firmly, knowing she needs the repeated confirmation. “You’re just enough.” She nods in relief, gaze wandering around the room, shoulders relaxed once more. As he watches her, Tim thinks about her voice, how it’d kept him company in long hours at the gym and during nightly study sessions as he listened to her books on tape, her reading the required material to him, the soothing musical sound of it enveloping him with a confidence he didn’t know he needed. It must’ve taken her hours and hours, to read those books and recite them out loud, doing it during her scarce free time, squeezing it into her already busy schedule of rookie year. Doing it for him, even after he’d been such an ass to her in the beginning. She’s so damn nice. “Hey, I couldn’t have done it without you, you know that, right?” She looks at him, puzzled, as if he’s talking nonsense, so he elaborates. “This,” Tim gestures vaguely around the room with their joined hands, “the exam. You helped.” “Of course you could’ve,” Lucy says automatically, dismissing his words with a firm shake of her head. “I hardly took the exam, you did that. You did amazing, it’s your hard work-“ “Yeah, yeah, but I mean…” Tim sighs in frustration, trying to string together his words in the right way, in the exact right order, knowing she needs them more than she admits. Over her shoulder, he spots an empty balcony leading off the grand ballroom and quickly tugs her the dozen steps out into the evening air, pulling her to the railing so he can capture a moment of privacy. If possible, she looks even more stunning in the moonlight and he struggles to remember what he was trying to say. He grabs her hand, squeezing tightly, wishing he could just transfer all the emotion he feels through his skin and into hers, that’s the only honest way to convey how he feels about her. But no, it’s not possible, so words will have to do, and Lucy deserves the right words. So he tries. For her, he can try. “I know I was an ass, about the learning disability thing,” Tim admits, eyes darting away from her even now as he recalls that day in the shop and her quick diagnosis. The way his academic life seemed to suddenly make sense, his frustration with high school standardized tests, wanting Isabel over to study with, hating quiet study sessions in the library with the other rookies. She seemed to figure it out before he did, finding a sliver of weakness he didn’t know he had. But she never made him feel weak about it. “Tim, I shouldn’t have brought it up like that,” Lucy says quietly. “I could’ve been more-“ “No, it’s okay.” He reaches for her other hand, his thumb rubbing over that big moonstone ring that captures his attention every time she wears it. The sight of it makes his heart race with fear at first, then instant relief seeing it on her hand, pushing aside the memory of finding it in a pile of dust. “You were just trying to help. And you did. Making me those tapes, I…” Tim shakes his head in awe at her, his heart bursting with the familiar emotion he has regarding her that he’s finally allowed himself to label as love.

“It must have taken you so much time, and you would just slip ‘em in the shop so I wouldn’t feel more insecure. Your voice kept me going, cheering me on. It was, um,” he lets out a huff of air in embarrassment as he thinks back to that time in his life, “I wasn’t in a good place that year, but you doing that was maybe the nicest thing anyone’s done for me. So… thanks. Thank you.”

“Tim.” Her voice is so soft, he nearly misses it, but the whisper of a word carries on the evening breeze between them so he hears it loud and clear. She blinks back a rush of tears, refusing to mess up her makeup, refusing to shed a tear on such a happy night. Lucy glances at the open doorway where the final guests are lingering over the last bite of dessert and drinks. “Can I hug you? I really want to hug you right now but I don’t know if you want me to at this work event or if I should-” He doesn’t answer her, just tugs her into his arms so she’s pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped tight around her. She shivers with emotion as she squeezes him tight, and he bites back a groan at her curves plastered against him, her perfume making its way into his senses, clouding them like she always does. It reminds him of long days and nights in the shop, the familiarity of looking over and seeing her profile, having her every expression memorized, knowing how her nose would scrunch or her eyes would flash before she even did it. Tim looks down at her, waits until she tilts her head up to meet his gaze, taking in the face that’s become his absolute favorite. “Can I kiss you, or are you gonna be annoyed I messed up your lipstick-“ She stands on her tiptoes and closes the distance between them, her hands at his lapel, lips fierce and gentle against his. It’s a chaste kiss, they are in public, but it’s a kiss all the same, and he accepts it willingly, eagerly, trying to chase her for more when she breaks it to smile at him. “Hey, I love you,” he whispers. They’ve been saying it for a few months now, and he should probably say it more, remind her every day and every night how much she means to him, how valuable she is to him. Lucy needs the words, and he is going to make sure to give them to her. Sure enough, the brilliance of her smile blinds him, dazzles him as she whispers back, “Love you too, Sergeant.” She winks, pulls back to a respectable distance before teasing, “We’re gonna take you all the way to commander in the next five years, I have big plans.” He snorts at her enthusiasm, and tries not to grin wider at her talking about his future as their shared future. Together in five years, that’s what she said, and he’s happy to hear it, because all he sees clearly in the future is the fixed vision of Lucy. When she turns to lead them back inside, he tugs on her hand so she has no choice but to look back at him. “Hey, tell me you’re coming home with me tonight.” Lucy sighs, groaning as she tells him, “I can’t. I have work and you don’t, and I scheduled my routine physical bright and early before work like an idiot, and I need my car-“ “I’ll drop you,” Tim offers quickly. “I’m up early anyway,” he reminds her when she opens her mouth to argue about it inconveniencing him like he knows she will. “C’mon. Please.” Lucy smiles at him softly, her grin wide as she leans up to drop another quick kiss on his lips. “A please and a thank you in the same hour? Are you feeling okay?” When he scowls at her playfully, she giggles. “That’s better. Alright, fine. Only because you’re so needy.” He ignores that and is the one to lead her back inside to their table. “Alright, let’s go.” “You sure?” she teases, even though it looks like the crowd is departing and the night is clearly over. “You have big plans or somethin’?” “Yes, helping you out of that dress,” he tells her, smirking when she silences immediately, a blush blooming on her cheeks. “Let’s go.” “Lead the way.”

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lupin72 · 3 years

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The Fuck Up

When Tim returns late for work, Lucy knows immediately that something has went wrong

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” Tim apologized before she could speak.

Lucy shook her head, her hand coming up to rest against his chest, “Tim, did something happen?”

Tim closed his eyes, no doubt in an attempt to hide his emotions from her, but Lucy knew him too well and they both knew it was too late for that. “I fucked up,” he confessed instead.

Lucy’s hand trailed up from his chest to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing the stubble that he had rebelliously been letting grow since his promotion. “How?” She asked.

Tim sighed and leaned into her touch, “I can’t tell you.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32529649

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theawkwardanglophile · 3 years

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It only took until Day 4 but I’m finally joining Chenford Week! I’m really hoping I can finish up the other stories I’m working on before the week is out! The prompt for this one is “sweet tooth”. Enjoy!

#chenford fic week 2021 #chenford #cfw2021 #chenford fic week #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #my fanfiction #chenford fanfic #day 4 #therookiebook

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firstdegreefangirl · 3 years

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Skinned Knees and Booboo Kisses

“Mama, Mama look!”

Lucy obeys the command, waving back at Leah, who’s standing at the top of the slide.

“I’m looking, honey,” she calls back, setting her book across her knee to watch Leah sits down very carefully at the top of the slide and scoot forward slowly until gravity takes over. When she gets to the bottom, she puts her feet up. Her tiny, pink light-up sneakers drag to a stop before she can fall off the bottom (a trick Tim had spent close to an hour teaching her after she’d landed on her butt one time, and acted like the world was ending).

She claps her hands together, laughing as she sits forward enough that she can stand up.

“Mama, did you see?”

“I saw!” Lucy confirms as Leah runs over to her. “You did so good!”

“I didn’t fall or nothing!”

“I know. What are you going to play next?”

“The sandbox!” Leah points, running off before Lucy has a chance to respond. As cautious as she is to avoid the dirt at the bottom of the slide, Leah drops right down into the sand, chattering on with the few other kids playing there like they've known each other forever.

Lucy watches until she’s settled in, then turns back to her book, idly wondering how many of Leah’s new playground friends she’s going to try and invite to her birthday party in eight months.

She flips the pages, looking up every so often to make sure everyone is still content. Not just Leah, either; her instincts have her looking out for every child on the playground. On more than one occasion, she’s asked a toddler not to eat dirt, or a grade schooler not to push littler kids out of their way.

There’s none of that today, though; everyone is playing happily, and Lucy manages to read three and a half chapters before she puts the book down again. This time, it’s only because she needs to rummage through the tote bag sitting between her feet until she can find her bottle of water.

It’s then, in the split second when her head is tucked down and she’s fishing around the applesauce pouches and sunblock for her drink, that Lucy freezes. Her shoulders go rigid and the hair on the back of her neck stands up. It’s just like her first day as a rookie, when bullets started flying around her, the split second of panic like ice in her veins before instinct kicks her into gear.

There’s a scream, loud and pained and terribly, awfully familiar, and Lucy’s head jerks up. The water bottle falls out of her hand, bouncing off of the wood chips and rolling … somewhere she’s not paying any attention to.

Because Leah is crumpled on the sidewalk, dropped onto her hands and knees. She’s got all of Lucy’s focus as she jumps to her feet and hurries over. By the time she gets there, Leah is sitting up on her knees, staring at her hands. Her face is red, tears rolling down her cheeks as she chokes on her own sobs.

Read the rest on ao3 here!

#that's right #it's more dad!Tim #this is a whole series now #chenford fic week 2021 #cfw2021 #chenfordficweek2021 #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #leah bradford-chen #the rookie #the rookie fanfic #chenford fanfic #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy chen x tim bradford #katie writes #kw21 #skinned knee

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chenfordsource · 3 years

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Welcome to CHENFORD WEEK 2021!

With season four quickly approaching, we thought it would be fun to do a Chenford Appreciation Week for gif and content creators leading into the week before the season four premiere. This will run from September 20 to September 26 (the day of the premiere).

All content is welcome - gifs, graphics, fanfic, moodboards, playlists, videos... the sky’s the limit! Remember to tag us in your creations using #chenfordweek21

Day 1: Moment you started shipping Chenford OR Why do you ship Chenford? Day 2: Favourite season(s) OR Favourite episode(s) Day 3: Favourite scene(s) OR Favourite moment(s) Day 4: Underrated moment(s) OR Parallel(s) Day 5: Favourite trope(s) OR Recurring theme(s) Day 6: Song OR Quote (Can be from the show or something you associate with them) Day 7: Free Choice

We can’t wait to see your creations!!

#the rookie #therookieedit #chenfordedit #chenford #chenfordweek21 #tucy #userelsbeth #@useremma #userjessica #usernessa #usersuz #usertimlucy #admin

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novemberhush · 2 years

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Rules: tag a few people you want to know better or catch up with; make a new post, don’t reblog!

Thanks for tagging me, @imwritesometimes ! Sorry it took me a couple of weeks to get around to, but better late than never, right? ❤️

Favourite colour: Red, especially the deep, dark shades like burgundy and maroon.

Currently reading: All the fanfic. Mostly DinCobb, with a little Chenford, BlackBonnet and Napollya on the side. I’ve also been dipping my toe back into the Buddie pool a little.

Last song: Left for America by Ciaran Lavery

Last movie: The Guilty (the 2018 Danish original, not the 2021 US remake)

Last series: I just binged all of Heartstopper this afternoon. I read the comic here on tumblr and was interested in seeing how they compared.

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: Probably savoury, with sweet a close second.

Coffee or tea: Tea. I hate coffee.

Three ships: Right now I’d say DinCobb, BlackBonnet and, oh, I don’t know, Chenford or Buddie, I guess.

First ever ship: Ooh, now you’re asking me. God, right, let me think back.

Well, I shipped Dempsey and Makepeace from the cop show of the same name back in the day. (They actually got married in real life, had a son together and are still together today! So I guess the chemistry really was real. And I hope I haven’t just jinxed them, lol.)

Also, Clark Kent/Superman and Lois Lane from the Christopher Reeve/Margot Kidder Superman movies, David Addison and Maddie Hayes from Moonlighting, and Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe from the Anne of Green Gables miniseries and its sequels starring Megan Follows and Jonathan Crombie. Those are the ones that immediately spring to mind, anyway.

Currently working on: Nothing. I’m taking a little break from writing. I need to refill my creative reservoir, as it were.

Favourite piece of clothing: Right now it’s probably one of the jumpers I bought myself just before Christmas last year, specifically the one that’s a gorgeous shade of green and is really cosy and comfy.

Comfort food: Carbs in almost any form, lol!

Favourite time of year: I was an autumn girl for the longest time, but these days I’d say spring.

Favourite fanfiction: Come on, now. You know I can’t just pick one. Can anyone??

I tag @all-or-nothing-baby @katries @largepeachicedtea @halespecterwinchester @evanesdust @prettyboyandthekid and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!😘

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lupin72 · 3 years

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The Promise

Tim and Lucy are faced with another emergency alert, but this time their lives are very different. How does Lucy's pregnancy change things this time round?

They kept the kiss brief for the station, but Lucy felt one of Tim’s hands leave her shoulder and land on her belly instead. She felt tears spring to her eyes.

“I love you,” she told him as they broke apart.

“I love you too.”

With a last smile that didn’t meet his eyes, Tim turned and was gone.

Lucy replaced her own hand where his had been on her stomach.

It was a hoax. It had to be.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32560834

#The Rookie #Chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford week 2021 #chenford fanfic

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lupin72 · 3 years

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The Concussion

Lucy comes to Tim's rescue when he gets injured during a call and it forces them to face some truths.

The tension between them, a tension which was ever present at this point, seemed to rise around them like a gas cloud, making the air thick and hard to breathe. Tim briefly wondered if it was his knock to the head causing the effect and if that would make more sense.

“You okay, Tim?” Lucy asked, making her way towards him and reaching out her hand to touch his wrist. He flinched at the touch as though she had burned him.

The last time she had touched him, her hand had brushed his wrist to test the waters. It had risen from there, from the respectable contact, to touch his cheek, and then, hypnotized by the look in her eyes, by the stunning dress she was wearing, the alcohol making him brave, Tim had kissed her.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32598163

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #cfw 2021 #chenford fic week 2021

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firstdegreefangirl · 3 years

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Keep on Comin’ in Waves

Pop!

Lucy jumps, like she hadn’t expected the noise from the explosion. Like there haven’t been dozens, maybe hundreds just like it tonight. Every time, she startles a little bit and shifts closer to Tim.

And every time, he wraps his arms tighter around her, runs his fingers up and down her arm, kisses the top of her head, whatever he can do to make sure she feels safe. She never takes her eyes off of the sky, but by now, their legs are tangled together, Lucy all but across his lap with her arms looped around his waist.

The bursts are slowing down, the last edges of the grand finale as the beachfront fireworks show draws to a close. By unspoken agreement, neither of them move as the crowd starts to disperse. They’re not going to get out of the parking lot anytime soon, and Tim would rather spend his time here, wrapped up in Lucy and watching the waves wash across the sand.

After a few minutes, she lets go of him, leaning just far enough away that she can reach her water bottle, a few feet across the soft blanket they’re sitting on. Down the beach, someone is blasting 70s disco music from a speaker, loud enough that the sound carries over to them. It’s the sort of thing that would usually irritate Tim, gross inconsideration for other people, noise that’s loud enough to make out but too far away to hear well, and frankly, terrible taste in music.

But tonight, it’s not so bad. Because when Lucy sits back up, instead of leaning back against Tim like she had been, she starts swaying back and forth, half-dancing from her cross-legged position on the ground. She’s drifting into and out of his orbit, moving with the music like she doesn’t even know it’s happening.

A breeze picks up, and every so often, the ends of her hair brush along Tim’s bicep, right underneath the hem of his T-shirt sleeve. The air is salty, crisp and a little muggy like only the beach ever is. The song fades out, and the speaker cuts off. Lucy settles against Tim’s side again, as he leans back, laying them down underneath the few visible stars. She slides her hand across his middle, and he wraps one arm around her shoulders. The partiers are gone, the beach practically empty since the festivities are over until next year.

Now it’s just the two of them, lying together, feet hanging off the blanket and digging into the sand as their breathing steadies and falls into sync. The streetlights over the boardwalk flicker off, leaving a handful of dim floodlights as the only brightness around them. Lucy sighs, and Tim runs his fingers through her hair. Neither of them say anything, both content to share a quiet moment in lives that tend to be anything but.

Then it’s Tim’s turn to startle, when Lucy jumps up suddenly, springing to her feet and kicking her sandals off next to the blanket. She unbuttons her shorts, wiggling them down her legs until she’s left in only her bathing suit, worn like a tank top all night. It had looked like a bikini when he picked her up, tied across her chest and open over her stomach, but there’s a bottom, connected right underneath the high waistline of her shorts.

Tim wonders about tan lines, but then Lucy is grinning down at him, and he’s not wondering about anything at all. Except why his girlfriend is taking off toward the ocean, at close to 10:30 p.m. on the Fourth of July.

He leans forward, pushing himself up onto his elbows to watch as the dark outline of her shadow hits the waves. He can’t see Lucy, so much as he can see the silhouette of where Lucy is, the interruption of the water on the shoreline. Still, he watches, listens to the way her laughter drifts back to him on the ocean breeze.

And she thought the fireworks were going to be the best view tonight.

Read the rest on ao3 here!

#chenford fic week 2021 #cfw2021 #chenford #chenford fanfic #the rookie #the rookie fanfic #lucy chen #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #lucy chen x tim bradford #katie writes #kw21 #waves

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