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Popstar Protection Program

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x singer!fem!reader

Summary: As a young popstar performing in LA for the first time, you don't expect to need police protection. A very reluctant and grumpy sergeant keeps you safe and gives you inspiration.

Warnings: brief angst, fluff, vague mention of heavier topics (nothing specific)

Word Count: 2.8k+ words

Picture from Pinterest (from such a good episode, too)

Los Angeles can be scary. The aerial shots in movies and TV shows make it look inviting, and the focus on the glamorous aspects tends to hide the dangerous underbelly of the City of Angels. Even scarier, you think, is walking through Los Angeles when a large percentage of the population knows your name.

When you started singing, you never expected to become a “star” or be on the covers of magazines, and you absolutely never thought you’d be playing a sold-out show in Staples Center. While you should be focused on practicing and ensuring the show goes well, you can’t think of anything else except the incident in the airport when you landed.

✯✯ 2 Hours Ago ✯✯

Getting off the plane in LAX, you first notice the lack of fresh air. After playing on the East Coast and opening in smaller venues in towns on the other side of the country, you expected this to be similar. Los Angeles is nothing like Charlotte, Boston, or even Nashville. Taking a deep breath, you grow excited to see Staples Center and all the other sights of Los Angeles.

But you don’t even exit the airport before your hopes and plans are shattered. A large crowd of paparazzi are blocking the area outside your gate. You try to navigate through them with your head down, but one of them knocks his camera into your arm, tilting you off balance and making pain radiate down to your wrist.

“Alright, back up! LAPD, move back!” somebody yells on the other side of the crowd.

Slowly, you notice that no one is pressing up against you now, and when you see a man in a police uniform, you release a shaky sigh.

“Thank you,” you say.

He says your name, glancing over your shoulder. “Where’s your protection detail?”

“My what?”

“Oh boy. I think you should probably come with me; there’s some people that can keep this from happening again.”

“Why- why did it happen?”

“Paparazzi are practically vultures. They get paid by the picture to take advantage of people, invade their personal lives, and the closer the better. My guess would be one of the smaller papers or magazines heard you were coming and wanted to get a feature out before your show.”

“So, where are we going?”

“LAPD. Mid-Wilshire station is your best bet to get good cops and stay far enough from the center to avoid the cameras that seem to live there.”

“And then what?”

✯✯ Present ✯✯

“Absolutely not!”

Sitting outside an office with glass walls, you try not to look over as you eavesdrop. Your arm has been iced and wrapped, but the pain is now the least of your concerns. Three groups of officers entered the room after the cop who saved you explained the situation to the watch commander. At least one of them seems opposed to being your protection detail for a few days.

“We’re cops, not bodyguards! There are dozens of places in this city that cater to people like her!”

“Um, excuse me,” you interject, knocking on the open door. “I’m sorry to have caused all the upset, but I will find another way. Thanks for your time.”

Sergeant Grey says your name, gesturing for you to stay. “We’re going to take care of you. It’s your first time performing here and after your less-than-ideal welcome, you deserve someone to show you that LA isn’t all bad.”

“It’s not all good either though,” one of the officers adds.

“I don’t…” you begin.

“Why does this require three teams?” Bradford asks. You recognize his voice as the one that was wholly against the idea a moment ago.

“Bradford, this is your assignment. If you have a problem with it, take it up with IA,” Grey answers.

Bradford’s jaw clenches harshly, and his eyes flit to you before shaking his head and looking away.

“This is your protection team until after your show,” Grey explains, “Harper and Thorsen, Nolan and Juarez, Chen, and Bradford works with Metro so he knows this city inside and out.”

You nod along with the names, and a few of them offer their first names as well. After introducing yourself to the five officers who seem to care, you’re directed to an unmarked SUV.

“Aaron and I will be your mobile detail. You don’t go anywhere unless we take you there. Nolan and Juarez are more peripheral, unseen, protection. Lucy will stay with you as close to 24/7 as possible, and Bradford- well, Bradford’s here,” Nyla explains.

Chuckling, you thank her for the clear explanation and climb into the passenger seat after Aaron opens the door for you.

“I love your music, by the way,” he whispers.

“Thank you. I really appreciate that, and all that you’re doing for me,” you reply.

Aaron nods, closing the door and climbing into the backseat behind you. Your hotel reservation has been changed, booked under someone else’s name, and located farther from Staples Center. Watching the streets of Los Angeles from a police car window is, at the least, safer than the alternative, but it’s certainly nothing special.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Any idea as to why Bradford hates me without meeting me?” you ask Lucy.

“Tim is grumpy. He’s protective and loyal but he’s- he’s like a dog that wasn’t socialized enough as a puppy. Vicious until he gets to know you and then he’s the best friend you could ever ask for,” she answers, holding up one of your dresses.

“You’d look great in that color,” you muse. “Unfortunately, I don’t think Bradford wants to get to know me.”

“You think so? About the color? Because I need a new dress,” she replies.

“Take that one. Get it altered or just use the fabric, whatever you want.”

“Thank you!” As she hugs you, she lowers her voice to add, “You’re also young and beautiful and famous… Tim doesn’t always deal well with people who are different than him.”

You nod, but you don’t believe her. You’ll only be with Tim Bradford for a few days anyway. It shouldn’t bother you… but it does.

✯✯✯✯✯

“We’re changing things around,” Nyla announces as she enters your room. “Lobby’s swarming with paps, but there’s also a crowd of men screaming your name.”

“So, what are you doing?” you ask.

“Bradford is taking point. He’s got some big plan that, and I quote, ‘no will catch on to.’ I won’t repeat the rest of it for your sake, though.”

“Grey is making him do it?” you guess.

Nyla hums, neither a yes nor no, but you know the answer. When he barges in a moment later, you stop talking, preferring not to give him another reason to hate you.

“Get your stuff, we’re leaving,” he demands.

You nod, walking into the suite's bedroom to gather your things. Part of you wants to know what Nyla and Bradford will say behind your back, but you’re also terrified that Nyla is just better about hiding her true feelings.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What is your problem?” Aaron demands. “She’s in danger and you’re not helping any!”

“This isn’t the job I signed up for. I am a Metro Sergeant but I’m stuck on- on princess protection duty! She’s just a kid who sings,” Tim answers.

“It’s about her age then,” Nyla repeats.

“No! Well, yes, but she- what makes her special enough for a team like this? Why does she get a real protection detail?”

“Tim,” Lucy says quietly. “Have you listened to her music?”

“Why would I?”

“Her specific genre, what she sings about has made a lot of people angry,” Aaron explains. “Those paparazzi weren’t there for a ‘Taylor Swift is in LA’; they were looking for a much bigger story.”

“Spit it out, Thorsen.”

“Plenty of people have reason to try to kill her.”

Tim falls silent, looking at Nyla. She tilts her head in a ‘we can’t prove it but it’s probably true’ gesture. He looks back toward the bedroom.

“Look, I’m doing my job. I’ll be civil and that is it,” Tim concedes.

“That’s all we’re asking,” Lucy replies. “We’ll be in the neighborhood. Nothing can happen to her with our protection, right?”

“Right,” Aaron and Nyla answer, looking at Tim.

“Right. Because it is our job, nothing more.”

You come out with your single suitcase, waiting until Tim takes it from you to speak. Thanking him softly, you listen to his quick explanation that you’ll be staying with him rather than Lucy, and the rest of the team will be patrolling nearby in case of an emergency.

“You’ll be fine,” Lucy promises. “And thank you again for the dress. I can’t imagine how much that cost and I can’t thank you enough.”

Tim’s brows furrow, but he doesn’t ask any questions. Wondering why someone in your position would be willing to give away an expensive dress days before a concert confuses him. Tim reminds himself that he can’t start caring.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim’s house is incredibly comfortable. You can tell that he doesn’t want you here, and when he disappears into a back room with his phone and earbuds, you assume it’s his way of getting as much space as he can. Pulling your songwriting journal from your bag, you start writing, disappearing into the emotions and the story you want to share. Time falls away when you’re writing, and you don’t hear Tim reemerge or walk to the doorway before you.

Tim clears his throat, and you look up from your place on the floor. You look small and as young as you are, sitting on the carpet and leaning against the bed with a journal in your lap. Tim has something to say but nearly forgets what it is when you look up at him through your lashes.

“I will admit that I judged you prematurely, and I’m sorry,” he begins.

“It’s okay,” you offer.

“No, just, let me finish. Please?” You nod, and Tim continues, “I thought you were just an entitled kid who found a way to convince the cop from the airport that you needed special attention. Craved it, whatever. And you’re just, you’re young and famous and that confuses me. I don’t know what life is like for you, I can’t relate to any part of that fame.”

“I can’t relate to your life either, but I didn’t shut you out because of that,” you whisper.

Tim licks his lips before speaking again. “I’m sorry. Aaron told me that you sing about- that you- uh-“

“Write songs for people who will never relate to the love songs or the ‘thank God for my parents’… who will never relate to a song on the Billboard 100 or feel protected by a song? Yeah.”

“And I diminished that. I listened to your last album-“

“That’s what you were doing back there?”

“Don’t- don’t laugh at me,” Tim replies, finally smiling. “It was really good. And I truly am sorry.”

“Consider it forgotten.”

You raise your hand, and Tim chuckles as he shakes it. He sees the nearly full page of your notebook and leans down. You slam it closed, and he shakes his head at your sudden movement.

“They’re private until they’re available on iTunes and all major streaming platforms.”

“Got it,” he replies, mock-saluting. “And, just so you know, I needed songs like this as a kid. Still do, so thank you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Throughout the next 48 hours, Tim ebbs and flows. One moment, he’ll talk to you for an hour straight, but by that afternoon, he won’t even look in your direction. It’s dizzying, and you don’t realize how much you’re thinking about it, about him, until you reach the last page of your notebook.

“Ready for the show?” Lucy asks, dressed in an event security uniform.

Shrugging, you run your finger over the edge of your journal.

“Songs?”

Lucy sits beside you, offering a hand. You lay your hand over hers, taking a deep breath.

“I thought I was making progress with Tim. He apologized and he was being nice to me and then it all stopped. Like we backslid. And, for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Sounds like you don’t want to,” Lucy says softly. “Maybe you should talk to him.”

“I can’t.”

“Then maybe you should sing to him.”

Laughing, you argue, “That would be even worse.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim is humming while he and Aaron stand outside your dressing room door.

“You listened to her music,” Aaron accuses, placing the song.

“Yeah. Even apologized,” Tim answers.

“You haven’t talked to her at all today. Did something- oh my- did you kiss her?”

“What? No, I didn’t kiss her, and keep your voice down! I had to pull back.”

“Why?”

Tim doesn’t answer but glances over his shoulder to your door.

“You like her.”

“No- maybe.”

“You need to tell her. We don’t know when or if she’s leaving.”

“That’s why I can’t tell her. If she’s leaving tomorrow there is no point, and if she doesn’t know, telling her could influence her decision.”

“What about the effects of not telling her?”

✯✯✯✯✯

You open the door suddenly, and Tim and Aaron turn toward you quickly.

“Whoa!” Aaron exclaims.

“You look beautiful,” Tim says, sending you a small smile.

“Thank you. All of you, for everything these last few days.”

“Break a leg,” Lucy says, waving as you walk toward the stage entrance.

“Everybody in position? This job isn’t over yet,” Tim radios.

✯✯✯✯✯

You notice Tim standing in the wings during your second song. As if your energy has been zapped from you, you fight not to collapse. Tim’s eyes narrow as he watches you.

“Instrumental,” you tell your bassist, who communicates it to the rest of the band.

Rushing toward Tim, his eyes search your face. His hands raise to your sides as he waits for you to speak.

“I-“ you stop, turning off your microphone. “I thought something was happening.”

“When?”

“No. Between us. I thought maybe there could be something there but then you stopped talking to me. What happened?”

“You’re supposed to be singing right now.”

“I have a journal full of songs about you, Tim!” you exclaim. “I can’t come out here and sing without knowing if those ideas have a chance of coming to life!”

“You wrote songs about me?”

“Tim,” you beg. “Just answer the question.”

“Nothing happened. We’re too different and I didn’t want to push too hard.”

“Who gets to decide if we’re too different? Because I disagree.”

“Don’t tell me you have a song about it, I’ve heard that one.”

You sigh, beginning to accept that Tim is skirting around a rejection.

“You can do better,” Tim says quietly. “No point in me showing you how I feel when you could have any man you wanted.”

“I don’t want any other man!” you yell over the music.

Tim’s eyes widen, and his hand leaps to your waist to your mic pack, turning it off and tugging your microphone down.

“Thorsen, your badge is mine,” he grumbles.

Tossing the microphone onto a nearby chair, Tim raises his hands to cup your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve been sure since you said you didn’t want to deal with me.”

“That’s- I don’t think I put it like that.”

“No, you said you were a cop not a bodyguard. But I think you’re a pretty good bodyguard too.”

“I tried not to,” Tim admits. “Tried not to feel this way, I mean. But every time I see you, it’s like I see another part of you. You’re beautiful, and your music is beautiful, and I’m sorry for pushing you away and being-“

“Worthy of a breakup song?”

Tim sighs, leaning toward you. “You need to finish your concert.”

“Promise to be here when I’m done?”

“I promise.”

You grab your microphone, hooking it on quickly before waving at Tim and returning to the stage.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Aaron,” Tim radios, “Did you turn her mic back on?”

“Those things are tricky,” Aaron replies.

“Then maybe you should go talk to the tech department and stay out of my sight.”

“Yes, sir.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The lights dim, and as the crowd applauds, you run to Tim, crashing into him as you hug him tightly. His arms wrap around your waist, smiling as he congratulates you for your first sold-out show.

“You’ll come to the next one?” you ask.

“Only if you sing one of those songs you wrote about me.”

“I’ll sing them all. Even if you’re the only one in the audience.”

Tim cups your cheek, pressing his palm against your cheek as he pulls you in. His kiss is the opposite of earlier; a look that sucked the energy from you has become a kiss that breathes life and love into your very being. You pull back before leaning against Tim and can’t hear anything except your shared heartbeat.

“I think they’re calling for you,” Tim whispers.

The muddled yells of “Encore! Encore!” greet you, but you’re warm and happy in Tim’s arms.

“I don’t want you in my audience,” you correct. “I want you at my side.”

“Then I should be easy to find. Knock ‘em dead. Again.”

Tim kisses you again, and you credit that as the reason your encore was better than your performance (LA Times’ words, not yours).

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afictionaladventure16 · 17 days

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Hey! I love your Tim Bradford x teen! Reader fics! Was wondering could you do another one? Reader reconnects with someone they met through the system who's had a rough go. Maybe they were in the same house for a while and relied on each other a lot in that house to keep each other safe. But as they reconnect reader doesn't realise how toxic the relationship is. Tamara knows the dodgy stuff that the kid gets up to from her time in the system and warns Lucy and Tim because she doesn't want reader to fall back into bad habits with them. Maybe reader gets in trouble and calls Tamara to save them?

Reconnections and Regrets (Tim Bradford x Teen!Foster!Reader)

The Rookie Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of guns and drugs

Summary: After trying to reconnect with people in the past, y/n realizes quickly why the past should stay in the past.

Author's note: I feel like this one wasn't the best fic I've done so far. I really liked this idea for the fic, though! I hope you enjoy it! Send in some more Tim Bradford x Teen!reader angsty fics!

You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t get back into your old habits.

That you would forget your past and move forward, just like Tamara had done, and just as every other kid within the system wishes they could do. To have the ability to find someone to take you under their wing and help you forget your past. An opportunity to start over.

But here you were, texting an old friend with plans to catch up later that afternoon. You couldn’t help but smile at the messages, you were excited to catch up with old friends. But most of all, you were excited to catch up with a special someone that you hadn’t seen since Tim took you in.

The special someone was a boy named Jacob, the two of you had been in a foster home together when you were younger and he protected you from your foster father and well, you tried to do the same. You couldn’t help but develop feelings for him over the years.

The last you heard about him was that he was living with his cousin, from what you knew, this cousin was bad news and you could not help but worry about Jacob living there. Especially since he stopped responding to your messages when he moved in with his cousin. It felt like he had just pushed you away.

“What are you smiling about?” Tamara asked as she sat on the couch beside you. You had come over since Tim wasn’t home yet, and well, since Lucy and Tim were dating it now felt like you had two homes instead of one.

“Nothing,” you responded.

You could feel Tamara peeking over your shoulder to look at your phone, you quickly locked it and put it on your lap.

“Please don’t tell me you’re talking to Jessica,” she pleaded.

“Alright, I won’t.”

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N, you know how I feel about her.”

“Look, I’m just trying to reconnect, what harm-”

“You know what can happen. You gotten out of that life and now you’re trying to go back? You get Starbucks on the daily, you’re in the cheer team and you go to a self-defense class for crying out loud. You’re not the same girl you used to be, so don’t think they’ll be coming at you with open arms.”

You gave her a small glare, “Stop acting like you don’t think about going back to see your old friends from time to time.” You got up from the couch, “Maybe instead of focusing so much on my life, you should take a look at yours first.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tamara asked as she followed you as you walked towards the door, “Where are you going?”

“Out,” you stated as you walked out of the apartment.

“Fuck,” Tamara exclaimed. Maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut, but she felt she had to say something, otherwise, you would end up hurt. But now she felt like she had made things worse.

On the other hand, you were annoyed by how she was right and maybe you got angry with her out of fear. Fear that maybe your friends, like Tamara had said, wouldn’t be as inviting as you think they would be. You hadn’t just changed through your personality but through your appearance too. You now had someone who would take you shopping for clothes you always wanted to wear, but never did out of fear of them getting stolen or taken from you.

You acted like a completely different person now. A person who learned to trust a little more easily and you now weren’t afraid to just be yourself.

On my way over, you sent it to Jessica.

It wouldn’t take long for you to get back to the old neighborhood, it was a twenty-minute bus ride away. Or thirty minutes walking, but with the Los Angeles heat, you’d take your chances with the bus.

A couple of hours passed, and Tamara had not received anything from you. Beginning to worry had already surpassed, she was the definition of completely terrified of what could go wrong. She should’ve texted Tim or Lucy the second you left, but she wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but not the guilt was eating away at her. She let out a frustrated groan and called Lucy.

Lucy picked up after a few rings, “What’s up?”

“Look before you start yelling, I was trying to warn her okay?”

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, “What happened?”

“Please don’t be mad, but Y/N was here and I saw her messaging one of her old friends and we got into an argument about it and now she’s not responding and I’m scared she’s gonna fall back into some bad habits, especially because this girl is known for doing certain things.”

“How long ago did she leave?” Lucy asked.

“Like two hours ago,” Tamara confessed.

“And you’re barely calling me?” Lucy raised her voice, but quickly let out a sigh, “Do you think she went to see this friend?”

“I know she did,” Tamamra hesitantly said.

“Alright, for now, we’ll just see things out. We can’t just go there all guns blazing when there is no trouble,” Lucy stated. Although, she wanted to go all guns blazing because she was worried for Y/N’s safety.

“Are we going to tell Tim?”

“Tim already knows,” Tim announced. Tamara could hear the anger in his voice, and the fact that he never said anything until now, meant that he was indeed angry.

“Look, just keep us updated, let us know if you hear anything from her, alright?” Lucy said.

“Alright,” Tamara hung up the phone.

Lucy didn’t say anything to Tim, she waited until he did, but he remained silent.

Lucy let out a deep breath, “do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Tim asked.

Lucy rolled her eyes, “About Y/N sneaking off to see her old friends? I mean, it’s obvious that you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry.”

“You’re not?” She asked in almost disbelief.

“I’m disappointed. I thought she trusted me enough to tell me things, well, I thought we had gotten to that point. Now I feel like we hadn’t made any progress at all.”

“You know that’s not true,” Lucy began to say.

“Is it?” Tim cut her off, “because from my perspective, it doesn’t look good. I love this kid and I want to be more than just another foster home for her, but almost every time we get close to making a breakthrough she pushes me away.”

Lucy sighed, she felt that maybe with her experience with Tamara, she would know what to say, but somehow this was different. “Just give her some time,” Lucy suggested.

Tim wanted to say that he had given her all the time in the world, but that made it sound like he was giving up, and he didn’t want to give up. He just wished he knew what to do.

You had been with Jessica walking around your old neighborhood for the past two hours, hoping to run into Jacob and it didn’t take you too long.

From a distance, you can see Jacob at the park talking to some guys that looked to be older.

Jessica smirked as she watched you stare at Jacob from a distance, “you know he still asks about you.”

You scoffed, “really?” she gave you a nod, “yet he won’t return a text.”

“He thinks he’s too tough for all that shit now, he even dropped out of school,” Jessica commented. She walked in front of you, “We should go over there,” she suggested.

Now that you were here, you had a sort of fear lingering in the back of your head. You knew the chances of hanging out with Jacob meant that you could get into trouble, but that voice inside of your head just wanted to talk to him once more.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t act like your main purpose for hitting me up was so you could see him again,” Jessica grabbed your hand and began leading you to the park. That fear within the back of your head was beginning to get louder the closer you got to Jacob.

“Maybe I should go home,” you began to say. Jacob was only steps away and at the sound of your voice he quickly turned around.

“No way,” he said with a smile on his face. “Ain’t no way she came back to see us,” he exclaimed as you sighed and walked up to him. “For a second I was beginning to think you were too good for us.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, “How you’ve been?” you asked.

He glanced over at his friends then diverted his eyes back at you, “I’ve been decent.” Jessica walked over to his friends, of course she would know who they were. She was quick to strike up a conversation with them. Jacob took a couple of steps away from the group, gesturing for you to get closer.

“I heard you’re staying with your cousin,” you began.

“You shouldn’t have come back, Y/N,” Jacob warned. “You got out and I’m proud that you did.”

“It’s not too late for you to do the same,” you commented.

He shook his head, “I’m too deep in this shit.” You knew what that meant. You knew that his chances of getting out of this life were gone. “You really shouldn’t have come back, people know you’re staying with a cop. My cousin knows,” he began.

Your heart began to race, “Why did you stop texting me back?” You asked. You had to ask before you left, you knew his cousin had beef with cops and anyone associated with them.

“You left and well, I had to go with my cousin and that meant-”

“I know,” you interrupted, not wanting to hear him say it. To hear him say that he stopped talking to you not just for your own good, but his as well.

“You really should go,” he began to say. From the distance you could hear the roar of an engine, it caught Jacob’s attention. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“Sounds like your cousin is back,” One of the other guys began to say.

You looked over at Jessica, “we should go,” you said.

Jessica opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the roar of the engine, a second later a car came into view and parked in the parking lot of the park.

A guy came out of the car and began making his way over to the group, “So the rumors are true,” he began to say. “Jacob’s little girlfriend is back,” He smirked.

“Hey, Frankie,” you said.

“Is that all I get? Hey Frankie?” He scoffed before looking over at Jacob, “I need you to come with me,” he began as he glanced over at you, “and bring your little girlfriend.”

“No, Frankie. You already know she liv-”

“Did you just tell me no?” Frankie interrupted Jacob. “Do you not remember the last time I had to put you in your place?” Jacob clenched his fists, “or do you need a refresher?”

“Fine,” Jacob grabbed a hold of your hand, “let’s go.”

“Wait, what? I-I need to go home,” you pleaded.

“No, no,” Frankie began, “you’re coming with us now.”

You felt your anxiety rise within you, this is what Tamara had warned her about. This is what she was afraid of and now it was too late.

“Jacob,” you whispered to him as soon as you stepped away from Frankie, “Where are we going?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I told you, you shouldn’t have come back.”

You remained silent, the best thing you could do right now was to stay calm.

Frankie drove the two of you two a house down the street, he led the two of you inside, “Dude, what the fuck, why did you bring us here?”

“I told you I wanted to show the business,” Frankie said.

“And you thought it was wise to bring her here?” Jacob commented. You looked around to see equipment you couldn’t recognize and powder inside blenders. You knew what was happening here wasn’t good at all, it was a lab of some sorts. A shitty one at that.

“I want her to see what we’re doing, if she says anything then I know who ratted us out,” Frankie stated.

Jacob shook his head, “that is the stupidest thing you have ever said. I swear you’ve lost it since you started using.”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Did you not hear yourself? You want her to purposely rat us out, for what? For us to lose everything?”

Frankie pulled out a gun and aimed it at you, “So then should I just shoot her?”

Your eyes widen, “What the fuck, Frankie!” Jacob exclaimed as he stood in front of you. You clung to Jacob’s arm, you could feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

One of the guys from earlier came running in, “We got a problem.”

Frankie sighed and put his gun back in his belt, “what?”

“Enrique is here and I don’t think he wants to talk anymore.”

Frankie looked at the man with anger in his eyes, “Stay here,” he told Jacob before walking out front. You pulled out your phone as soon as Frankie left.

“What are you doing?” Jacob asked.

“I-I was in over my head coming here,” You began as you looked for Tamara’s contact.

Jacob rolled his eyes, “Calling your cop dad is just going to get me locked up,” He commented.

“You wanted me to go, so now I’m calling my friend to get me the fuck out of here,” you stated. You heard a gunshot coming from outside, before you could even ask Jacob anything, he ran outside. You called Tamara, hoping she would pick up fast and that she wouldn’t say a word about this to Tim.

“Y/N!” Tamara exclaimed.

“Tamara,” you choked out, “I-I need your help.”

Tamara face fell, “Where are you?”

“I don’t know, we were at the old neighborhood and Frankie showed up and he-he’s on something and it looked like he wanted to show Jacob a-” Another gunshot rang outside, you jumped to the sound. You ran from your spot in the living room, you found a bathroom in the hallway.

“What was that?” Tamara asked.

You closed the door behind you, locking it before jumping inside the tub. “Please, help me.”

“Okay, okay, stay on the phone. I’m gonna connect Lucy okay?” Tamara quickly added Lucy to the call. “Please pick up,” Tamara said to herself.

“Tamara,” Lucy began, “you hear anything from Y/N?”

“Lucy,” you said.

“Y/N?”

“Lucy, I added you to the call,” Tamara explained.

Lucy quickly put the phone on speaker, Tim was quick to understand what was going on.

“Y/N, Hon are you okay?” Tim asked.

Just hearing his voice made you feel even more guilty, you felt the tears fall down your cheeks, “I’m sorry,” you choked out.

“Y/N, honey, it’s okay, right now I need you to tell me if you’re okay, are you hurt in any way” Tim reassured.

“N-No,” you stated.

“Good, where are you?”

“I-I don’t know. Some house in the old neighborhood.”

“Y/N, do you think you can share your location with me?” Lucy suggested.

You placed the phone on speaker as you went on your phone to share your location, “There,” you stated.

“There it is,” Lucy said.

“Let’s go,” Tim said as he placed the shop in drive.

Another gunshot ranged through the air, “What was that?” Tamara asked.

“That sounded like a gun,” Tim stated as he drove.

You stayed on the phone with them until they had gotten there. You had hung up the phone once they arrived, You could hear the gunshots coming from outside, meaning that Lucy and Tim’s presence wasn’t welcomed. Sirens were coming from the distance, you felt a little at ease knowing that backup was coming.

Still, you remained in the bathroom until it was safe. The shots subsided and you heard footsteps within the house. A few seconds later someone knocked on the door, “Y/N?” Tim called out.

You quickly got up from your position in the bathtub and opened the door. Before Tim could even react, you had your arms wrapped around his torso, he let out a relieved sigh as he hugged you back.

“I’m sorry,” you cried out.

“It’s okay,” He said as he gently rubbed your back. “It’s alright, let’s just go home.”

You agreed, following him outside. You looked around for Jacob, making eye contact with him as he sat inside one of the shops. Tim had noticed, he knew that you needed this closure with your past, “hey, roll down the window,” he told the officer who sat inside the shop. He did as he was told.

Jacob stayed silent, “I guess this is goodbye,” you began to say.

“Next time, stay out of this neighborhood,” he warned. You gave him a nod, “And if there is a next time, I probably won’t be as inviting.”

Tim gestured for the cop to roll up the window, he knew you didn’t need to hear more. “There won’t be a next time,” you whispered as you walked away from the shop.

“Y/n!” you heard Tamara call out.

“Tamara!” You ran up to her, she engulfed you in a hug. “I’m sorry for everything I said.”

“It’s the past now,” she said. “Let’s just forget about it,” she said as she let go of the hug.

“Tamara is gonna take you home until my end of shit,” Tim stated. “We’ll talk then, alright?”

You gave him a nod, following Tamara to her car.

“If there is anything I learned today, it’s that the past is the past,” you said once you got in the car. “And you’re right, I’m not the same girl I was a year ago.”

“We’re lucky,” Tamara began, “Not a lot of us get this opportunity in life and when we do, we do everything we can to not go back.” Tamara started the car. You knew that you wouldn’t come back to this life, but something within you was going to miss it. Miss the little moments of happiness that made you feel like you had a home, but now you had an actual home. It wasn’t the ideal home, but it was a home and you had someone who gave you a sense of family even if it wasn’t picture-perfect.

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jazzmynerule · 9 months

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fbh and y/n’s instagram posts

y/n’s instagram posts

your_instagram couldn’t ask for a better way to spend valentines, thank you peanut<3

niallhoran omg why do y’all keep making me feel so single

> your_instagram whoopsie

yourshipname omg y’all are so cute

harry4ever got me over here kicking and giggling my feet for you y/n

your_instagram late night drives with pookie bear🧸

harrystyles literally made me pick her up for a 10 piece feed from KFC

> your_instagram i wanted some finger licking good chicken okay? is that a crime?

> harrystyles yes y/n it is a crime.. it was 2 in the fucking morning.

niallhoran without me? ;-;

> your_instagram i’m sorry my love ;-; harry was being a grumpy pants

> harrystyles IT WAS 2AM!

your_instagram got me feeling some type of way

harrystyles i’m sexy ik

> louistomlinson don’t flatter yourself mate

> your_instagram i was just gonna say that😭

> louistomlinson good minds think alike🤩

your_instagram harry made me post💄

zaynmalik looking🤩

> your_instagram only to impress the Bradford bad boy

niallhoran does that ass come with a side of guac dip?

> your_instagram BAHAHAH NIALL

harrystyles my girl😻

> your_instagram all yours💗

harry’s instagram

harrystyles i love you

your_instagram forever🫶🏻

harry4ever she’s living my dream fr

styles (taylor’s version) such a hot couple omg

harrystyles best night🌃

your_instagram he doesn’t even look at me like that

your_instagram acting fruity love

your_instagram damn in my feelings now

your_instagram hey siri play we are never getting back together

> harrystyles baby STFU

yourshipname y/n in these comments are killing me😭

harrystyles finally did it

your_instagram can’t believe i freaked out over that omg

> louistomlinson you baby

liampayne aww looks amazing your two i’m so happy

> harrystyles thanks my brother

> your_instagram i’ll kiss your forehead liam you cutie

#harry styles #liam payne #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #niall horan #one direction #frat boy harry #fbh #fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #instagram #x y/n #she’s so funny

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Thoughts on Tim Bradford

I was thinking about some of the things we've seen about Tim over the years and boy, is it now making so much more sense. I know a lot of this has already been meta'd and have been very eloquently said. But I just needed to put my two cents in.

Let's start with what Isabelle said to Tim in 1x12. She never felt like she measured up to Tim because he saw things so black and white. Tim had no idea that she felt that way and never thought that about her. And I've always thought she was wrong and was just projecting her own sense of failure onto him. But now I'm re-thinking that stance. We know from 4x19 and 4x20 that Tim was involved in black ops when he was in Afghanistan. His whole "Reaper" persona is obviously from that time in his service. We know from so many things that have come out in the last couple of decades that those involved in those types of operations often blurred the lines of legal and moral. I think that once he returned stateside that his rigid moral code was part of how he dealt with his PTSD. He probably didn't even realize he was going that far. Think about it, he went from black ops to being "Eagle-eye", the cop that took every order literally and got his shop tagged while standing there. Someone who was involved in off book missions wouldn't naturally be that rigid. I think it was easy to fall back into that type of mindset because of his childhood. I'm sure he needed to have every duck in a row when he was younger to make sure he never did anything to set his dad off. But having seen and done some bad things in the midst of war, Tim had to default back to this to be able to integrate back into society. He's often scorned psychology over the years. So I imagine he dealt with the trauma of war on his own by becoming that black and white guy that Isabelle was talking about. It was only after Lucy entered his life and started challenging him to be a better man that he started to see those shades of grey that life is all about. Remember in 5x17 when he showed mercy to the Make a Dream kid's dad? Season 1 Tim would never. He even admitted that Lucy was a good influence. Chances are he would have mellowed over time, but I believe he still would have had a certain amount of rigidity. That's why he told Isabelle in 5x20 that Lucy was different. She showed him that he had to readjust his mindset to be a better man.

Another thing that struck me is how he is basically treating Lucy like his boot or aide right now. If it was Angela that knew something was up I could totally see it. He could possibly blow up her life and it wouldn't be worth it. She is his best friend, but not his life partner. I could even see it if this had happened circa 5x6 or 5x7 when Chenford was trying to find their way back to friendship. But things have changed. I know that "fierce protector" Tim will do anything to protect the people he loves. I mean he offered to take the fall for falsifying those after action reports so that his friend with a family wouldn't be affected. But Lucy is not a friend, not an old Army buddy or his boot or aide. She is the most important person in his life. The reason he has begun to heal from all of the trauma he has had to face. He can't hide this from her. I am hoping that he realizes that next episode. Cause as juicy as this angst is, I'm ready for it to be over.

One last thing, as hard as it is to watch them fighting, it's what Chenford needs. I think this is going to bring so much to the surface that they need to face. Now Lucy is getting a taste of what being the person left at home feels like when their partner is UC. I think Lucy is going to take Tim to task for the whole going behind her back with Grey thing. And they both are going to have to deal with their communication issues. I feel like they are only going to come out of this stronger.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #6x5 meta #it's only my opinion #i love them your honor

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chiefdirector · 3 months

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Hostage Taking | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act One | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19

Content Warning under cut: Episode 3x05. Themes of Racism (Doug Stanton, at the end), bombing and other canon typical plights. Read at own risk.

“So when do you think you’ll be back from court?” (Y/N) asked, walking alongside Harper towards the evidence lockup.

“Eh,” Harper said. There was nothing Harper hated more than court duty, especially when the case was so clear cut that she didn’t need to be there. “Hopefully soon, that way I can enjoy having Nolan on front desk duty for the rest of the day. Let him enjoy the general public”

“Is he really that bad to ride with?” She stopped at the door.

“No, and that's what sucks. He’s too nice, and sometimes I don’t need all that positivity.”

(Y/N) just shook her head as Nyla just winked at her as she entered the evidence room. Turning on her heel, (Y/N) passed Lopez as she wandered back to her desk, trying to figure out what to do with her day. Most of her cases were closed, the Damian Barrett case had all but run dry and Grey had all but forbidden her from working on her own case alone, despite how much she wanted too.

Sitting down, she gathered all of the papers on her desk, stacking them neatly, before organising them alphabetically, and then chronologically. Next on her hit list was the pen pot. Grabbing the container, she tipped them out, testing them one by one on a loose post-it.

She had only just opened the chess on her computer when the radio belonging to the blonde officer who worked opposite her rang out. “Sargent Grey, this is officer Nolan, go to channel nine.”

(Y/N) stifled her laugh as she moved her pawn two spaces, of course it was Nolan she thought. Even in her short time back in the precinct, Nolan’s reputation had been shared with her. Her good humour was cut short as the rest of the conversation rang out through the handset.

Grey replied quickly “Nolan this better be important”

“Sure is buddy” An unknown voice rang out. (Y/N) closed the chess game as she began to listen more intently.

“Who’s this”

The stranger’s voice rang out again. “The guy sitting in your parking lot with an ammonium-nitrate fertiliser bomb.”

Without hesitation, (Y/N) rushed up from her seat and made her was over to where she could see Nyla and Grey looking down at the radio, officers silently surrounding them, all listening to the bomber

As she got closer, she could hear the stranger’s voice again. “I have cameras on every exit. Do you understand me? If anyone leaves, everyone dies”

“I can confirm the cameras, sir.” Nolan’s distant voice chimed in, “Our bomber has a dead man's switch, sir.”

“Okay,” Grey said, voice solemn and serious, “You have my attention. Tell me what i can do for you.”

“Rectify an extreme miscarriage of justice. I demand the immediate release of Donalf Feltt from the Primedale Department of Corrections.”

(Y/N) moved to the computer near her, typing in the given name as Harper moved beside her. His record showed immediately. Donald Feltt, ID no: 4076696, sentenced to life without parole on multiple charges: Possession of an illegal substance, undocumented concealed firearms, animal abuse, drug trafficking, battery, and murder.

Grey tensed his shoulders as he read the screen out loud to the bomber, trying to confirm that they were both on the same page.

“That's him,” The man confirmed, “and it’s not going to be a back-door parole for my boy. Feltt walks out of there today.”

“Back-door parole?” (Y/N) asked, looking up from the screen

“For when you die in prison,” Harper replied. “Our bomber’s done time.”

“Most likely with Feltt,” Grey lifted his radio up again, “All right. That’s a big ask. It’ll take time.” He lowered the radio and looked to Harper, “We need someone on the outside.”

“I’ll call Lopez, she left already.”

Grey nodded his head, raising the radio again, now on the general channel to alert the units, both in and out of the precinct of the tactical lockdown and what to do. Once he was done, he turned to face (Y/N). “You should go down with everyone else to the parking garage, you’ll be safe there.”

“Like Hell I am, now what do you need me to do?”

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“It’s morse code.” Grey said, looking at the camera feed pointed towards the brown van, (Y/N) moved to get a dictionary, only to be stopped by the Sargent raising his hand. “S-C-R-L-I”

“He has a scar?”

“On his left eye. Good man, Nolan.”

“So,” (Y/N) said, opening the laptop she had bought over, typing as she spoke. “If we assume he did time with Felt. We know that he is a white male with a scar on his left eye.” Pressing enter, she quickly read the results aloud. “Graham Porter. He did three years at Primedale, a couple of misdemeanours prior. Nothing that screams mad bomber.”

“How does a guy like this get on with a guy like Feltt?”

“Let’s hope Lopez can find out,” Harper said, returning from the parking garage.

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“So Graham Porter is in desperate need of money?” Nyla asked as she regrouped with Grey again, this time joined by Chen and both Bradfords.

“So why not demand a ransom?” Grey responded “Why give us a head fake on Feltt”

Chen stepped forward. “Maybe it’s not a head fake. Maybe Feltt’s paying Graham to bust him out of prison.”

“Feltt’s a murderer, not a cash-heavy narcos.” (Y/N) said, looking over to Tim, allowing him to finish her statement off.

“If this Feltt’s gambit is smoke, we’re chasing our tails trying to free him. Meanwhile, an accomplice robs a bank or something.”

Grey considered the next step for a moment. “Contact West and Stanton, have them check out a nearby check cash-in place. I’ll contact the chief to see if we can get more boots on the ground.”

Nyla nodded, going off to make the call, leaving Tim, Lucy and (Y/N). The three stood in silence for a moment before (Y/N) turned to her laptop again.

“What are you doing?” Tim asked, looking over his wife's shoulder.

“Googling him.”

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It didn’t take long for Grey and Harper to find their way back to the other three. There wasn’t much luck on either end, apparently everything was “Code Four” with Stanton and West, and the rest of the LAPD was spread thin by having an entire precinct down so that not many more men could be spared.

“We found something.” (Y/N) crossed her arms. “I ran his name through the web. He had a YouFundMe, set up by his girlfriend, Kelsey Adams. I asked Lopez to run her down, there was nobody there, no cell answer either.”

Tim moved to stand near (Y/N), disliking this whole situation. “This whole thing is weird. Kelsey is using an assumed identity. Her social security numbers are fake. No record No picture.”

“According to Lopez, Kelsey and Graham are inseparable. So she is likely involved.”

“But how?” Harer asked, If it's not about money or Feltt…”

They sat in silence, contemplating Nyla’s question. (Y/N) uncrossed her arms, letting her hands fall down and began to play with her ring.

Lucy was the one to break the silence. “What if this is all a distraction meant to pull our focus outside the station, when we should really be looking inside?”

“What kind of woman would be crazy to be inside a building ith her boyfriend parked outside with a truck full of explosives?”

Tim rolled his eyes at Nyla’s question, before sending an incredulous look towards Lucy. The two of them had a silent conversation before taking off towards the parking garage, leaving the three officers with the words “Freegan Frida.”

As the pair left, Grey looked at the two detectives. “What the Hell is a ‘freegan?’”

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(Y/N) and Nyla moved through the corridors with their guns raised, silently sweeping each room for Adams. Tim had alerted them of the woman’s presence when she had left the garage, leaving the other’s trapped. Grey had taken one half of the building, whilst the detectives took the other. The two had found nothing until they approached the evidence room, finding the door broken.

On Nyla’s silent command, (Y/N) entered the evidence room, looking around for the suspect whilst she called Grey, alerting him of the situation and that a search was underway. As Harper spoke, (Y/N) moved through the evidence locker, looking down the aisle. It only took moments for her to find Kesey, rummaging through a secure bio-evidence bag.

“Hands up.” she commanded, “Don’t move.”

“Please, I have to find it,” the woman begged.

Harper approached from behind. “Find what?”

“He thinks I’m dead, If they run my prints…”

“Are you trying to destroy evidence?” Harper asked, moving closer to Kelsey.

“No,” Kelsey exclaimed, panic and desperation clear in her voice. “It’s my husband. He’s a loan shark in El Paso. He hurt me. I ran away three years ago, got a new identity, the works. So he would never find me. Then there was a robbery where I work. The cops took a bunch of stuff, things with my prints.”

“So when they run the prints, they will get a hit on the real you.” (Y/N) stated. The tree women stood in silence for a moment before (Y/N) continued speaking. “Look, we will try and help you but you need to get Graham to stand down.”

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(Y/N) listened to Grey speak to Graham as he told him to stand-down. That he knew what their plan was, that Kelsey had told him that the bomb was fake. That he was going back to prison for a long time. She also listened in as Graham demanded the S.W.A.T team back off, and when he threatened Nolan’s life if they didn’t.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and that grew at the threat. She hated this whole situation. She hated that it was Nolan that was trapped, she hated how the entire precinct was shut down because of this madman, she hated how there was nothing that she could do to help Nolan. She hated it all.

She only began to feel marginally better when she heard Nolan’s voice ring out on the radio. “Sargent Grey, this is Nolan. One is custody. We’re code four.”

Although, hearing the click ring out afterwards reassured her somewhat.

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“Oh God, what happened earlier?” (Y/N) said, curling up on the sofa as Tim grabbed two beers from the fridge before joining her.

“Stanton let Jackson get assaulted. Bastard did nothing.”

“Is Jackson okay?”

“He was taken to the hospital. Bruised and beaten but nothing he can’t recover from. Physically anyway.” Tim moved to wrap his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, pulling her into his chest. “Stanton is on administrative leave. Grey took his gun and badge.”

“What happens now?”

“This will be the end of Stanton, I don’t see him coming back from this.”

(Y/N) nodded, processing the information. “We should go see him tomorrow. See how he’s doing, if he needs anything.”

Tim just hummed in agreement, moving to place a kiss on the side of (Y/N)’s head.

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writebackatya · 1 year

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Scrooge: Everyone, I have terrible news, as it turns out my trusted colleague, Bradford Buzzard, has been secretly working for FOWL this entire time

Della: {raises hands in the air} CALLED IT!

Donald: You did not…

Della: Yes I did! Ever since we were kids, Donnie, I did not trust him! I always said he was evil!

Donald: No, all you ever said was that he was a stick in the mud with a stick up his butt

Della: Well I’m wasn’t wrong there! Freaking bald bastard

Scrooge: Della! Please…

Della: What?! He’s officially a bad guy now! I’m just insulting him with straight up facts about him

Scrooge: Well some of us here are still processing the fact that a close colleague of ours would do something like this

Louie: {sudden realization} …He tried to kill me.

Della, Donald, & Scrooge: WHAT!?!

Louie: When I was the richest duck, he suggested that I turned off the magical defense system that was holding the Bombie as a way to save money! There’s no way he didn’t know about the Bombie, right? So yeah, I’m waaaay past the whole “processing” part. I’m ready to start making fun of the bald bastard

Donald: Louie!

Della: Wait. Bambi tried to kill you?

Scrooge: Getting back on track, all of us need to stay alert! We cannae trust anyone anymore, so be aware of anyone suspicious

Louie: Like Uncle Donald’s new girlfriend?

Della & Huey: WHAT!?!

Dewey: Yeah, you guys didn’t hear?! When Louie and I executed our brilliant plan to help get The Three Caballeros on Ms. Glamour’s It List, Uncle Donald fell in looooooooooovvvvve!

Della & Huey: OooOOooooo!

Louie: {shows the two a pic of Daisy} She’s like a 9 while he’s a 5 at best

Della: {looks at the phone} Hmmm…Oh yeah that is suspicious…

Donald: Oh gee, thanks everybody

Louie: Okay, sorry. High 5

Dewey: {slaps his hand against Louie’s}

Huey: Uncle Donald, we’re all just surprised AND happy that you found someone!

Della: Yeah. Wish you told us sooner, that’s like major news there! That’s like if you never told the boys about me when you and Uncle Scrooge were raising them Webby: Well actually- Scrooge: {jumps in before Webby can say anything while Donald silently mouths the words "Not now!" as he shakes his head at Webby} We all need to be extra careful these days. Gyro, how is security at the Bin? Gyro: Better than ever, Mr. McDuck! Nobody will be able to break into the bin without my knowledge Huey: What about Mark Beaks? Gyro: No! That was a fluke... Dewey: Glomgold? Gyro: He had the stopwatch! That doesn't count! Louie: Gee, I wonder how he got his hands on that... Gyro: Oh I don't wanna hear it, Green Nephew Della & Donald: Louie... Webby: ...Oooh! What about Agent Dee? We haven't heard from her in awhile and she might break in! Fenton: Ha-ha, whaaaaaat? Gyro: Like I said, security is better than ever and it is impossible for anyone to break in. Right, Dr. Intern?! Fenton: Yeah, right...{phone buzzes} So is this meeting over, I gotta go... Della: OooOoo. Got a hot date? Fenton: YES! I MEAN NO! I MEAN...I gotta go! {walks out of the room} Della: {whispers to Donald & Gyro} Oh he's seeing someone. And they're totally doing it Donald & Gyro: {exasperated sigh}

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Sneaking a Chance

Planet!drummer reader

Part 1 - Summary: An old friend calls you again. You're not sure what to make of it

SEND IN HEADCANNONS OR THINGS Y'ALL WANNA SEE IN THESE FICS. IT'S THE ENTIRE POINT OF THESEEE

A/N- Part one 'cuz I couldn't help myself. I do not own any of the characters except reader and her parents. These are fake scenarios and certain things will be tweaked a little to fit the story line.

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Waking up in the middle of the night was common for you.

However, waking up in the middle of the night because your ex - best friend - who was also your next door neighbor and soon to be celebrity - was calling you after almost a year of barely even texting, was not common.

You sat up straight in bed, answering the phone immediately so as to not wake up your parents.

“Zayn?”

“Were you asleep?” he asked, the smirk evident in his voice.

“It’s 1 am Zayn! What do you think, genius?” you hissed, confused and angry that he was calling you now.

“You answered though!”

“Fine then,” you replied, getting angrier by the second, about to disconnect when you heard him apologize repeatedly.

You sighed, putting the phone back to your ear, “What do you want Zayn?”

“Look, our drummer is terribly sick.”

“So?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Why did that matter?

“And you can play the drums really well.”

You froze.

He was not-

“We have a week left for our first show. You think you could come over to go through it with us once?”

“Zayn, you’ve officially lost your mind!”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you! Look, just try out and if it doesn’t work you go straight back and none of this ever happened. We’ve worked really hard and we don’t want to postpone this. It’s just until our drummer’s back. I promise.”

You sighed again weighing your options. What was the worst that could happen? You could try out right? It wasn’t like you’d be accepted. And even if you were, you’d come back soon. There was only one problem.

“But my parents-”

“You have 10 minutes to get ready, we’re outside your house in a van right now. Sneak out the window like you used to. We’ll drop you back before 7.”

You cursed under your breath, a smirk making its way to your face.

Zayn had always been the one to help you escape your house when you needed to, and plans like these made it feel like old times.

“Alright. I’m in.”

You hung up, quickly jumping out of bed to change into jeans and a top.

As you got ready you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of seeing Zayn again that rose in your chest. You’d barely spoken to him or texted him since he’d joined the band. You knew that he was going places in life that you could never follow, but it still hurt because you two had been inseparable before.

You tied your hair up in a pony, when a sudden thought hit you.

You weren’t just gonna meet Zayn.

You were gonna meet Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry too.

You froze, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” you muttered, grabbing a few essentials and putting on your drumming gloves.

You opened the blinds to find Zayn standing a bit away from your window, grinning when your face appeared behind it.

You smirked, heart leaping with joy as you slid the window open, crawling out and shutting it again.

Zayn closed the gap between you both, engulfing you in a big hug, your hands around his neck as you laughed.

“I missed you,” he said, pulling away.

“Awww the Bradford bad boy has feelings!” you gasped, causing him to punch your arm playfully.

“Oh shut up!” he laughed.

You wanted to ask why he stopped replying to your texts. If he’d really missed you, why did he ignore them all?

But you shoved the thought away trying to focus on the fact that he hadn’t forgotten you atleast.

He grabbed your arm as you both ran to the van, him shoving you inside causing you to collide with someone as jumped in after you.

“Shit sorry!” you hissed, as someone turned on a flashlight, revealing a curly haired boy next to you.

Harry.

“ ‘s fine love. We should be the ones apologizing for waking you up like this,” he grinned, adjusting himself so that you could sit properly.

You shook your head laughing, hoping the darkness would hide your pink cheeks, no one had ever called you that before, “Trust me, when you’ve been best friends with Malik for 6 years, you get used to things like this.”

The three boys in front of you grinned. “Getting up in the middle of the night to go play some songs for a band that’s just about to go on their first tour is common for you?” the boy you knew as Louis chided. “Damn mate, how many bands have you been in?” he asked, turning to Zayn with a big smirk on his face.

You found yourself laughing with the other boys as Zayn wrapped his hand around your shoulders. You found yourself leaning in to him, the familiarness of being so close to him making the terrible last few months seem a little better.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you got selected. Or what if you didn’t? Would you lose Zayn again?

“Awww look at you both!” Louis laughed again, causing you to bury your face in his shoulder, trying to hide the shy grin on your face.

“Shut up Louis!” Zayn laughed.

You only snuggled closer hoping you would drown everything else out and it would be just you and him, driving out to an all night cafe. Just the two of you.

But when the boys continued laughing and joking you were brought back to reality.

It was never gonna be just the two of you again. Because he was a singer now. And you were just someone from his past. That was never gonna change.

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#x reader #fluff #x you #angst #x you fluff #one direction #one direction x reader #zayn malik #zayn malik x reader #zayn 1d #louis tomlinson #liam payne #niall horan #harry styles x reader #harry styles #one direction x y/n #x you angst

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your turn ♡ what would you like to see for s7 with chenford and everyone else? 👀

Hello 💛 that is a tough question. Let me say this first I am really hoping for a season 7 renewal. 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞I think we will get one. If we don't I will be very surprised. That being said what would I like to see.

Chenford

*I would like an engagement, but I want Tim to propose in the middle of like a gun battle. Basically he asks Lucy So you going marry me? Lucy then says you are asking now? They separate to get the bad guy and then after the suspect is arrested Lucy sees Tim from across the street and yells Hey Bradford YES!!! This is inspired by STVOY.

*I would like to hear more about Lucy's background, especially the rebellious stuff she did.

*Meet Tim's Mom

*Have Tim tell off Vanessa Chen

*See Tim and Lucy move in together maybe buy a house.

*Lucy get promoted it is about damn time. But I don't want her to be a detective that story has been done. I think she would rock as a profiler. No more UC either.

*Tim finding about her and Nolan omg that would be hilarious.

*Date Triple date with Angela and Wes, Nyla and James, and Chenford.

*Chenford going on Vacation together.

*Lucy's arresting her ex that cheated on her. Omg that would rock and be hilarious.

*Some guy to hit on Tim, and then someone hit on Lucy, and they both find out about it.

For everyone else

*Nolan to become a better TO

*Name of baby Evers

*Celina to stop being a Rookie and be on her own so we can see how she does with Nolan's training

*Aaron and Celina both finding a love match

*A new harden criminal who will be around to cause chaos

*For Primm to get his just dues for what he did to Lucy

*Monica to go away

*More Oliver driving Nolan insane

*Kojo to come back we need to know that our boy is doing good. Since Mom and Dad are always at Mom's apartment.

#theRookie #Chenford #Hoping and praying for a season 7 renewal announcement soon. #tim and lucy #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #possible season 7 hopes

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #hope for season 7 renewal announcement

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Purple is an adorable nickname 💜 love it!! And honestly I’m good with either male or GN that way everyone can be included :) and I’d love a oneshot if you could!

It’s gonna sound so nerdy but I literally picture the fight scene in the oneshot to be like the bridge fight between Tigress and Tai Lung from king fu panda— such fast moves it’s hard to keep up who’s hitting who, brutal attacks /blocks and then that air jump bridge flip thing was pretty sweet and impossible.

Gods I’m such a nerd 🥲 again Ty 💜

okie doki Purple!! I'll do GN pronouns that way it's inclusive for everyone!! 💕

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Summary: Reader is the TMNT version of Daredevil, and they team up with the turtles to get information on an orginization called The Fist from Bradford.

Warnings: Depictions of violence, swearing.

Requested: Yes💜!

GN Reader!

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You took a breath of the not-so-fresh New York air.

You were currently sat on a rooftop across from a suspected Foot Clan hideout, waiting for one of the idiots to show themselves.

One of your hands rested on your special baton, which diguised as a blind man's cane when you were dressed as a civilian. The twist was the baton had around 30ft of aircraft-control cable hidden inside it.

The reason for the blind man's cane disguise is because that's what you were. Blind.

You had been by a mutagen accident afew years ago, but your other senses heightened, making your disability almost nonexsistant.

Key word, almost.

You tensed suddenly, hearing the sound of quiet footsteps.

"Someone's watching me."

You smirked, whoever it was, had zero clue you knew they were there. You picked up the sound of three more sets of footsteps.

So there were four of them? The only question is who are they. Foot Clan, maybe even Fist?

Whoever they worked for, they were about to get their ass's beat.

You spun around, baton now in hand and knocked the closest attacker to the ground. They let out a yelp, and one of the others shouted out, "Mikey!"

You twirled your baton, blocking the blades making their way to your chest. You twisted, causing the fighter to drop their swords, then you kicked back, your foot striking another attacker in the face.

With one last expert swing of your baton, you had the four fighters wrapped up tight, none able to escape the tight bondage.

"Why you-"

You pulled the cable tighter, smirking at the four, "Ah ah ah. You speak when spoken to, got it? Now, who are you, and who do you work for?"

"Work for? What do they mean, 'work for'?- OUCH!"

You yanked the cable again, "Well? Who is it? The Foot? Fist? Who. Do. You. Work for?"

"The Foot? Wait, you think we work for the Foot Clan?"

You huffed, your frustration growing, "Do you not?"

"No, dude/tte! They're the bad guys, and we're the good guys!"

"Well, what about Fist? Do you work for them?"

One of the four guys scoffed, "The shell is The Fist? Never even heard of 'em."

With a sigh of frustration, you released the four from the cable. You attached your baton to your belt.

"We good dude/tte?" 'Mikey' asked.

"I guess so. I'm assuming you're enemies of the Foot Clan, and as the sayimg goes, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend', so yeah, I guess we're good."

You turned back to face the four, smirking, "Well then, I suppose introductions are in order, I'd like to put names to voices."

"Uhm, isn't the saying, 'Names to faces'?"

You chuckled, "Well for me, it's voices. I'm blind."

"Oh- Uhm, well then, I'm Leonardo."

"Raphael."

"The name's Michelangelo, aka Dr. Prankenstein, aka-"

"And I'm Donatello."

You nodded, glancing back at the building you were supposed to be watching.

"And you are...?" Leonardo asked, annoyance lacing his tone.

"Call me (Vigilante Name)."

"Ok then-"

You cut him off, telling him to be quiet.

A Foot bot had exited the building, confirming your suspicion that it was infact a hideout. This meant that Bradford was most likely in there as well.

"Well boy's, it's been a pleasure, but I'm afraid I have business to attend to." You whispered lowly, but just as you moved to jump off the roof, Leonardo grabbed your arm.

"Wait!" he said, "We're coming with you, it's to dangerous to go alone."

You scowled, "Fine, but leave Bradford to me. Understood?"

"Fine. Team, move out. we go in quickly and quietly-"

Leo cut himself off when he noticed you charge off the roof.

You landed right infront of the Foot bot, smirking as you punched it in the face. You drew your baton as you kicked down the front door, "All right, who's first?"

The Foot bots turned to look at you, then all at once they charged.

You twirled your baton, knocking down a row of Foot bots. You moved around expertly, dodgeing attacks, and striking down the enemy in a dance of strength and skill.

"BOOYAKASHA!"

You smiled as your new friends joined the fight, aiding them whenever they seemed to get overwhelmed.

"Nakamura (Name), it has been quite a while since I've seen you, hm?"

You spun around, baton at the ready, "Bradford."

You charged, ignoring the warning from Leonardo as you flung yourself at Bradford, "Tell me where The Fist are hiding!" you shouted as you swung your baton, Bradford easily blocking the pitiful attack.

"So that's why you're picking a futile fight? Tell me, what is it you need from The Fist?"

You scowled, dodging a slash of Bradford's claws, "That's none of your buisness! And if you won't tell me willingly, then I'll beat it out of you, Bradford!"

He chuckled darkly and your battle insued. It was a fierce whirlwind of cable and claw, to anyone else, it was unclear who was winning, but to you it was obvious you would be victorious.

You threw one end of your baton, the cable swinging around Bradford's neck. You caught it as it fell back to the ground, pulling the cable taunt.

He gagged, trying to pry the cable from his neck, swinging you around wildly. You managed to catch yourself on a pillar, stopping Bradford from swinging you anymore.

"So, you gonna talk yet mutt?"

"Never-!" he choked out, yelping when you pulled tighter.

"Not the right answer~"

You pulled a little tighter every second of silence, untill Bradford finally called out, "All right! All right! Downtown Manhatten! The warehouse by the peir! That's all I know, I swear!"

You smirked, "Thank you." you yanked the cable, slamming his head into the pillar and knocking him unconcious.

"All right boys, who's ready for a trip downtown? You guys need a crash course on Fist."

"Oh, oh! me I'm ready!" Michelangelo shouted.

"We're in."

As you lead the four from the building, Mikey whispered in your ear, "You should call Bradford Dogpound."

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There we go, I'm finally done!! Purple im so sorry it took so long, and Im so sorry it's not very good, I was struggling so bad writing this!! 😭😭 I tried I swear, I'm sorry!!

#tmnt #x reader #tmnt x reader #raphael x reader #donnie x reader #leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader tmnt #tmnt 2012 #gn reader

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