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#chenford fan ask meme
siahana · 2 years
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It was always planned cast have hinted as much. If it wasn't planned why did Eric say he knew Tim had feelings for Lucy so early on? In terms of production arcs like this are planned from the off. Alexi would never say what he had planned but believe me the cast knew and that's why it was in the pilot. The characters weren't different at their cores and that was written before Eric and Melissa were cast. From having actor friends they always know things like this in advance sometimes years
Eric was the only one rooting for chenford until at least s2 lol but i don't remember him saying Tim had feelings for Lucy.
Actually no one ever talked about chenford until late s2, and it was only after some of them realized how fast and big the chenford fandom grew. I don't think the cast knew anything, they were just happy to see the show finally getting some buzz. I remember Melissa being uncomfortable when talking about chenford in the beginning. I will never forget how she described Tim and Lucy as "siblings" when fans asked her what she thought of chenford. The siblings chenford memes after that were hilarious!! 😂
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stargazerdaisy · 3 years
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Chenford Fan Ask Meme
Name or preferred nickname: Daisy
Pronouns: she/her
What’s the story behind your username: I actually wanted to use my AIM username from high school, but it was taken.  So I adjusted it slightly to combine two flowers, and also make a pun.  And I really freaking love it.  
General location: good ol’ PacificNW
Favorite Chenford moment: Lucy waking up and curling into Tim while he wraps himself around her.  
Moment that made you start shipping them: Lucy waking up and curling into Tim while he wraps himself around her.
Who you think will realize they have FEELINGS first: I think Tim is more likely to realize it first.  Mostly, because it’s out of the norm for him to have such strong and positive feelings about a Rookie (doesn’t matter that she’s not actually a rookie anymore, she will always be one of His Rookies).  Whereas Lucy frequently has deep and meaningful friendships with other people, so it’s actually a less noticeable difference for her. 
Favorite character who isn’t Lucy or Tim: uggggh this isn’t fair.  I think I might give it to Nyla by a very slim, razor thin margin, but then there’s also Angela “i have to go maybe shoot a guy” Lopez.  I really and truly cannot decide.  And then there’s Captain Andersen who I stan forever.  But we got so much less of her than the other ladies.  And Talia Bishop was the best TO of them all and you can fight me on that.  Basically, the women on this show are AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM AND I REFUSE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM.  
Favorite Chenford headcanon: There are so many great ones.  But the one I seem to have latched onto the very most and bring up a (possibly obnoxiously often) lot of the time is that Lucy has a Praise Kink, but mostly only with Tim.  
Do you write fics/make gifs/make vids/do something else cool? You’re awesome! Share your stuff: I write fic!  You can find me on AO3 under the same username.  I wrote all seven days for Chenford week, and I think 1 or 2 others on there.  Maybe a couple ficlets here on tumblr.  I haven’t written much in awhile, but I always plan to.  
Fic you’re rec’ing the most right now: I am currently dying over “Inevitable” by MeadowWard/ @inthemovingcastle.  It’s almost unfair how good this fic is.  But only almost.  It’s really, REALLY good.  
Tag another Chenford fan to fill this out: @universallongings, @dragonsthough101
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universallongings · 3 years
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Chenford Fan Ask Meme
Name or preferred nickname: Katie
Pronouns: she/her
What’s the story behind your username: It’s part of a quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald: “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” It’s how I feel about all media and its ability to connect us, so it seemed like the perfect fit for my fangirl persona. 
General location: Western New York
Favorite Chenford moment: Tim bringing Lucy her favorite food in the hospital (coupled with the absolutely soft and smitten look on his face when he asks if she’s hungry). 
Moment that made you start shipping them: Lucy stealing Tim’s money clip and the exasperated but fond smile he gives in response. 
Who you think will realize they have FEELINGS first: I think Tim is going to realize it first because he’s more aware of what it feels like—and I think to some extent he already knows that what he feels for her is different from what he’s felt for any other rookie. But I think he’s going to spend a long time being angsty about it, until Lucy realizes her own feelings and tells him—because I think Tim will figure out his feelings first but Lucy will share them first because that’s who she is.  
Favorite character who isn’t Lucy or Tim: NYLA HARPER. She is hands-down one of my favorite women on television right now, and I love everything about her. I love how great she is at her job and how hard she’s trying to be a good mother. I love how much she’s grown in the short time we’ve known her. I love that she wants to mentor Lucy. I love her snark and her surprising softness and her genuine honesty. 
Favorite Chenford headcanon: I have written two fics that detail Lucy Chen’s praise kink fairly explicitly, so I feel obligated to say that one. ;) However, I also love the headcanon that the beach becomes a special place for both of them to find peace in hard times and that’s why they choose a small beach wedding when the day finally comes. 
Do you write fics/make gifs/make vids/do something else cool? You’re awesome! Share your stuff: I have written a handful of fics you can find over at Ao3 under universallongings and I’ve written a few posts about The Rookie over on my website Nerdy Girl Notes. I haven’t written as much lately, but hopefully the hiatus will bring some more out of me! 
Fic you’re rec’ing the most right now: This fandom has blossomed in so many ways this season, and that is VERY true in terms of fic! I’m in love with everything @farfarawaygirl writes, and I will always have a soft spot for anything written by @stargazerdaisy, @firstdegreefangirl, and @fromiftowhen. 
Tag another Chenford fan to fill this out: You’re up, @fromiftowhen! 
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fromiftowhen · 3 years
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Hey anon! Originally this was going to be my post for the undercover day for Chenford week, but it didn’t work out. That day ended up being i’ve got the real thing (and nothing else matters), but I liked this enough to keep it in my gdocs until this meme came around. 
And then I opened it up and realized it was about as finished as it was going to get. So I’m doing something I don’t typically do, and posting it here instead of on ao3... because it’s finished, and there (probably) won’t be more, but it’s not quite as complete as I usually like my fic to be. 
So, enjoy! (Feel free to ask about any of my other WIPs!)
(The Rookie -- Chenford. Rated T. 2235 words.)
It’s not that Tim hates undercover work. It’s that he hates the roads it can lead a person down, the way it can consume a life and ruin a marriage and throw his world off its tidy, easy axis. 
So he never volunteers, he never takes the chance, his career never suffers for it, and his axis stays as it should. It can’t change his life again if he doesn’t get involved. 
Which is why, of course, it somehow falls directly in his lap, and he never sees it coming. 
Or. She does, actually. And he never sees her coming. 
He couldn’t have seen her coming if he tried. 
——-
He’s just finished his beer when she crashes into him, long brown hair brushing his cheek, and her stumble is just controlled enough, just the exact right amount of pressure, that he knows it’s intentional. 
“Babe!” It’s loud, louder than necessary in the relatively empty bar, and he wants to ask who she is, what she’s doing, but. 
“I’m sorry, just help me out here,” she says, and her hand is on his shoulder and she’s kissing him, quick and dirty like they’ve done it a thousand times before, like they know each other, like he’s her safe place to land. 
It feels like coming home, in the weirdest way, but not to any home he’s ever recognized. 
“Sorry,” she whispers, just a breath against his lips as she pulls back. There’s a tiny flash of recognition in her eyes as she takes a step back, like maybe she’s seen him before. And maybe in a different life, maybe, they knew each other, because she feels a little familiar. His skin pricks in what might be recognition, but he can’t place it. 
“Yeah,” he clears his throat and wishes his beer wasn’t empty. He glances around, checking to see if she’s clearly trying to get away from someone. What the hell is going on?
She holds herself like law enforcement, strong muscle and confident, challenging eyes. He feels like he’s being read, and he doesn’t necessarily like it. 
“What in the hell—“ he starts, but she just smiles, and he wishes he didn’t immediately feel warmer, better, somehow. 
“Thanks. See you later,” she whispers, shaking her head, and it’s like the tiny motion distracts him, because the next thing he knows, she’s gone. 
——-
He’s still reeling a little when Grey calls him into his office the next morning. He shouldn’t even be surprised to see a flash of long brown hair as he walks in, but somehow, he still is. 
“Sergeant Bradford, I hear you may have walked into an undercover op last night.”
He glances at the woman. “More like it fell into my lap, sir.”
Grey glances between them, and maybe he’s about to introduce them, but he misses his shot. 
“Semantics,” she mumbles, reaching a hand out. The press of her hand is firm, so different from the way her fingers had floated against his shoulder last night. He wishes, half-heartedly, that he could stop thinking about it. 
“Lucy Chen,” she says, and the name sounds a little familiar, maybe. 
“Tim Bradford.”
She nods, like that was the expected answer. “Sorry about last night. I recognized you from a couple joint crime scenes last year, and I needed to blend in a little to keep my cover, so..” She trails off, and he doesn’t need her to fill in the blanks. 
“Agent Chen is working an undercover assignment to help bring down a big drug ring out of Malibu. She was hoping you’d be willing to lend a hand.”
He glances at Grey sharply before he responds. “I don’t work narcotics, sorry.”
Grey nods slightly, but Lucy looks undeterred. It’s a little aggravating. 
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not a narcotics officer,” she says, smiling. “Agent Chen,” she says. “I’m a profiler with the FBI.” 
And it all clicks into place, that nagging familiar feeling. A kidnapping case last year, and a high profile bank robbery a couple months after that. He’d been first on the scene for both, and she’d come blazing in, lots of energy and questions and earnest answers, a little hard to miss. 
He nods. “Not a big fan of feds, either.”
“Ouch, Sergeant. I won’t take that personally.” She smiles, and he hates how he already feels a little doomed. “But I’m hoping you’ll reconsider. I just need a little backup, and it turns out a few of our principle suspects saw me with you last night, so it’d be easier to keep that part of the cover the same.”
“Aren’t there a thousand colleagues you could rope into this?” 
“We’re trying to keep as many of my colleagues out of the early stages of this, in case they need to go undercover at some point. This is a months long operation, and my part in it is small, it’ll be over soon. Yours would be even smaller.”
He glances at Grey, who gives a tiny shrug. Super helpful. 
“What exactly would I be doing?”
She grins, like she knows she has him. “Basically exactly what you did last night.” He wants to ask if that means she’ll randomly kiss him and disappear again, but he stays quiet. “Just help me blend in a little, maybe keep the creeps away. Nothing life changing.”
He rolls his eyes. He wants to say no. He wants to stop thinking about the fact that he hadn’t kissed anyone in months, before last night. 
He wants to say no. He means to. 
But she sticks out her hand to shake, a deal, a promise, and nothing in him can say no. 
——-
He’s regretting his inability to say no the next night, shoulder-to-shoulder on the edge of the dance floor in a crowded club at what is alarmingly past his normal bedtime. The music is loud and the crush of bodies makes him equal parts annoyed and on edge. 
Agent Chen — Lucy — though, she looks like she lives for it — the noise, the music, happy, laughing, loud people all around her. She looks alive, vibrant and carefree, and it’s distracting in a way he couldn’t have prepared himself for. He has no frame of reference, but instinct tells him that’s just how she is. 
She’s anything but distracted though. He watches her, the way she’s clearly taking in her surroundings, keeping her eyes on their target for the night. 
“Fun crowd, right?” She half-shouts over the noise and he raises his eyebrows at her. If she says so. 
He shrugs. 
“I spend the majority of my day behind a desk, reading files,” she explains. “I spent most of my 20s behind a desk, actually.”
He leans closer, so he doesn’t have to shout. “This doesn’t seem like an assignment a profiler would usually take.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not, unless you spent most of your 20s behind a desk and woke up one day bored and craving an adrenaline rush and basically demanded some real field experience.”
The honesty surprises a laugh out of him and he smiles despite the crowd, despite the noise. 
“Kidnappings and bank robberies aren’t enough of an adrenaline rush?” He asks, and her eyes absolutely light up. He doesn’t want to notice it, but it’s impossible not to. 
“So you do remember me.” It sounds like a gotcha. 
“I remember the cases,” he mumbles, glancing away. 
“Mhmm.” The way she’s looking at him readies him for another question, but their suspect moves onto the dance floor and she grabs his hand before he can react. “C’mon.”
She pulls him out on the dance floor, and he’s a little embarrassed at how easily he lets himself be dragged. It doesn’t feel like work. 
“Dancing wasn’t part of the agreement,” he says as they stop just a ways away from the suspect. 
“You don’t have to dance, bud. Just stand there and look pretty.” He wants to protest, and he definitely rolls his eyes, but he lets her step into his space and wrap her arms up around his shoulders. The song isn’t slow, and suddenly neither is his heart rate. 
“Come on,” she urges. “Act like you’ve danced with a woman before.” 
He huffs out a sigh and lets his hands skim her waist lightly, pulling her in so she can look over his shoulder easily. 
“Better?” He half-grumbles, his eyes scanning the dance floor around them. 
“Mmm.” Her soft reply is distracted. The song slips into something louder, faster, and she presses against him, her hair brushing the side of his neck. He vaguely wonders if it looks as intimate as it feels, pressed together close as the music pulses around them. 
“What is it you’re looking for exactly?” He asks, pitching his voice just loud enough she can hear over the music, even though his lips are basically buried in her hair. 
“Body language.” It’s quiet, and she shifts against him to move them slightly. “We’re putting together profiles on the major players now, so when the op develops more, when we have to send someone in really undercover, they’ll have as much inside information as possible.”
“Body language?” Her hand slides to the back of his neck and he tenses. 
“It can tell you all you need to know about a person sometimes.” 
He rolls his eyes. He doesn’t disagree, necessarily, but it feels flimsy to base any real assumptions off of it. 
“For example,” she continues, “you tensed when I touched your neck. That tells me you either really don’t like being touched there, or you really do.”
He feels extremely aware of every muscle in his body now, how they’re at risk of tensing and giving away secrets he isn’t even aware he’s keeping. 
“But whether or not you enjoy being touched there isn’t really the question I’m directly trying to answer. It becomes what else can your body tell me about why you tensed up that can help me figure out if you enjoy it or not?”
“Good lord,” he mutters. 
“But of course, I’m not going to go dance with that guy, so it means looking for nonverbal clues and observing the way he interacts with people.”
“What does that—“
Her other hand drags across the back of his neck, her nails raking the skin lightly, and he tries so hard to keep from tensing, from reacting in any way. 
“— Teach us about a suspect?” She finishes, and he doesn’t know her, not really, not at all, but the laugh in her voice is unmistakable. 
He nods, but doesn’t let himself respond otherwise. 
“It helps us figure out how to approach him, who to send in, what to focus on. Does it need to be someone he’s intimidated by, does he need to exert force over them to trust them, how does he interact with men versus women, or in a group dynamic? What are his weaknesses, physically, emotionally?”
“Seems like a lot of work,” he says, and maybe it seems a little too bookish, a little too clinical for him to really invest in, but she doesn’t need to know that. 
She leans back, and it’s the first time he’s seen her face in several minutes. He’s not sure he knows her any better, but the look on her face makes him think she knows him better. “It is,” she says. “But I excel at my job.”
She leans back in, and it goes like that for another hour as she tracks the guy around the club, peppering in little facts and details about what he’s doing and what it means about his personality. 
Some of it, honestly, is distant white noise to Tim, her voice pleasant and upbeat, her words carefully chosen but bold. He does his job, he holds her close, he scans the dance floor, he keeps her safe. 
——-
He walks her to her car after their suspect leaves, and he’s all too aware it’s the first time he’s not been touching her in over an hour. He walks with his hands in his pockets and wishes he didn’t spend so much time thinking about what she’s reading into that body language. 
She smiles when they stop at her car. “Thanks,” she says, and he shrugs.
“No big deal.” 
“No big deal,” she echos. “So, if I need you again, you’re in?”
“I guess.” 
She laughs. “Well. It’s not a no. I’ll take it.” He watches her glance away and then back to him, her eyes falling on his lips, and it doesn’t take a body language expert to read the signs. 
She leans up on her tiptoes, presses her lips to his quickly and runs her fingers along the back of his neck.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, pulling back. “Just wanted to see what it was like when it wasn’t for show.”
He swallows and nods. “And?” 
“Just as good as the first time,” she smirks, backing away toward her car. She waves, getting in the car, and he thinks he smiles in return.
Just help me blend in a little, maybe keep the creeps away. Nothing life changing, she’d said. 
He’s definitely not the expert here, but he’s pretty sure she was wrong. 
He runs a hand over the back of his neck as he turns to head to his truck. 
She feels a little life changing. 
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