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bluenet13 · 1 year

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Thanks @chicgeekgirl89 for the tag!

5 Works

The lightnin' in my heart makes it worth it: My first Rookie story and what I hope is the first of many. Chenford stole my heart and I had the best time writing them. I also love every single character on the show and had a lot of fun writing them ganging up on poor Tim.

Silhouettes with no regrets: Heartstopper is one of my favorite stories and I loved writing a Tarlos fic inspired by the show. I really like the balance it has between my usual angst, emotional moments between the boys and more romance than I've ever written.

A Partner's Always Got Your Back + A Friend's Always Got Your Back: Two fics that could be a first and second chapter of the same fic; hence, why I added them both. This was my first time writing from a perspective other than Tarlos and I had so much fun. I love Nancy and I really enjoyed getting inside her head, and showing her sass, how badass she is, and how good a friend she is to her partner and Carlos.

The Green and Brown of Each Other’s Eyes: This one is also very special and easily one of my favorite fics I've ever written. I loved filling in the blanks of various show moments and showing in my own way the growth and evolution of TK and Carlos' relationship. It has some of my favorite lines ever and I just loved exploring Tarlos and sprinkling little parts of myself within their story.

Surrounded by Love: My father passed away in 2020 and I wrote this fic about TK dealing with the passing of his mother in honor of that storyline and my favorite character, and as a tribute to my father and my own grief. It's very personal and very special and easily my #1 favorite.

4 WIPS

The Courthouse fic: Tarlos, Nancy and Tommy + Owen and Gabriel at court when a bad guy breaks out; what could possibly go wrong? Been working on this one on and off since 2021 and it rarely cooperates. I started working on it last week again and might have figured out how to make it work for a bingo square but we will see.

Domestic Abuse: A NCISLA bingo square where Deeks suspects his neighbor is a victim of domestic abuse. My typical angst with some of my 'humor' in between.

A The Rookie fic of Chenford's first Valentine's Day together since they started dating.

An earthquake fic for my 'Natural Disaster' bingo square that I haven't started. Not sure yet if I want it to be for The Rookie and Chenford, or Lone Star and Tarlos.

3 Biggest Improvements

Better integrating my dialogue with the descriptions of what the characters are doing and what's happening around them.

I used to be very much an introspective writer and I spent a lot of time getting inside character's head and doing descriptions. Now I feel more comfortable writing dialogue and incorporating more characters into my fics.

I used to think I could only write fic for NCISLA and even that was mostly a fluke. I've now written for 8 fandoms and have learned to see I'm a good enough writer in my own way. I see how happy writing makes me and now that, for better or worse, it's probably going to be a part of my life forever.

2 Resolutions

Writing consistently: I wrote 13 fics in 2022. 12 in between January and May, and 1 in December. Enough said lol.

I want to get better at adding humor and romance into my fics. I love whump and angst but want to feel as comfortable writing other emotions and different types of scenes as I do with those two.

1 Favorite Line

From Can You Feel It?

Sitting back down on the chair with a sigh, Carlos grabs TK's hand again and sets it on his chest, over his heart. "Can you feel it?" he asks his ex-boyfriend. "Can you feel it beating for the both of us?"

Tagging @wanna-be-bold @ejzah @ravens-words

#my writing #fanfic #tag game

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llyncooljones · 1 year

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I posted 1,396 times in 2022

That's 470 more posts than 2021!

53 posts created (4%)

1,343 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ambpersand

@charincharge

@slightlyrebelliouswriter23

@morganofthewildfire

@captain-jackson

I tagged 332 of my posts in 2022

#the rookie - 73 posts

#tim bradford - 73 posts

#chenford - 73 posts

#lucy chen - 71 posts

#llyncooljones' writing - 42 posts

#aelin galathynius - 37 posts

#rowan whitethorn - 37 posts

#my writing - 31 posts

#tog - 30 posts

#my fic - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#in ww1984 i was like fuck saving the world you got ur mans girl live with him on a secret island and say fuck the rest of the world

My Top Posts in 2022:

that fourth firework's explosion - elucien.

ao3|| masterlist || elucien masterlist || wishing you a very smutty holiday masterlist

word count: 9845

trigger warnings: language, smutty, smutty goodness.

taglist: in all my benevolence, i've decided to tag creators of elucien content in this one... hope you don't mind. @moononastring, @moodymelanist, @helion-ism, @live-the-fangirl-life, @writtenonreceipts.

their bedroom, six in the morning.

They hadn’t set their alarms last night.

That was lie, her husband absolutely had. He was ridiculous about it.

It was set up automatically on his phone, but every night he would reset it. Double, triple, quadruple check it. He really hated to be late.

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peace in the noise - rowaelin month day fourteen.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist

prompt: CANON WEEK: what if... nothing bad ever happened, and they met organically. pain-free, just vibes set in the 'canon' universe.

word count: 1229

trigger warnings: language, alcohol.

tag list: @rowaelinscourt @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @elentiyawhitethorn @rowanaelinn @autumnbabylon @leiawritesstories @backtobl4ck

a bar in varese, the evening.

Aelin was turning thirty.

Three, zero.

It was pretty fucking insignificant, people she knew were turning nine-hundred and thirty this year. But, having been brought with the knowledge that she might not settle, that she might not live past eighty-five, had made her more appreciative of her years.

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drag me out to sea, set me free - throne of glass anniversary day six.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin masterlist || throne of glass anniversary masterlist

word count: 4057

trigger warnings: language, mentions of her trauma, smutty smutty goodness.

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel @autumnbabylon @rowaelinscourt

skull’s bay, their room, after elena’s visit.

“They dispersed then, Aelin and Rowan slipping off to their own room.”

Fire pounded through Aelin’s veins at such speed, with such power, she deemed it a miracle of her newfound heritage that she had not yet exploded into shreds of herself.

In her mind, scrambled as it was after the night’s amorous events and Elena’s decidedly annoying visit, she knew her intactness was to be dedicated to the strong fae warrior a little to the side, a little behind her.

She knew it was the strength he lent to her so easily, that kept her from screaming and shouting. She knew it was the solid mass of him at her back that kept her from collapsing onto her weak knees. She knew it was the feel of him at her neck that kept her from crying an endless river of tears.

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no fucking in the office - rowaelin month day eleven.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist

prompt: work rivals au

word count: 6633

trigger warnings: language, smut, nsfw, incredibly smutty. mentions of drugs and alcohol

tag list: @rowaelinscourt @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @elentiyawhitethorn @autumnbabylon @leiawritesstories @backtobl4ck

the office, early morning.

Glaring at Rowan Whitehorn was Aelin’s favourite thing to do. Something about narrowing her eyes, wrinkling her nose that little bit, and channelling all the hate and anger and dislike and distrust and (just in general) horrible feelings his way, satisfied a deep and yawning hunger inside of her.

So, she did.

Simple as.

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66 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

tell me how you really feel - elorcan.

ao3 || masterlist || elorcan masterlist

word count: 3240

trigger warnings: language, innuendo, slight sexual content.

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel @autumnbabylon @letstakethedawn

her apartment, early hours of the morning.

Elide knows she shouldn’t have done it. She isn’t an idiot. She isn’t slow, nor is she stupid. She’s got a little dose of anxiety but that certainly isn’t enough to prompt her to screw up on such a massive scale.

It all started early one Saturday morning. And when she says early, she means at four in the morning in the college library whilst they are both starving themselves of sleep revising for exams that are in little more than seventy-two hours.

one year and two months ago, the library, four in the morning.

The words are blurring on the page, and she really isn’t sure whether the words she’s reading are about early childhood brain development, or whether they’re about the risk the lack of parental security poses for children in the foster care system.

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84 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

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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

You can start reading the first 1 K words below the break, then follow the link to the rest of the chapter over on AO3! Or simply jump ahead to the full chapter here.

Enjoy!

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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.

#chenford #chenford fanfic #chenford bingo 2021 #lucy x tim #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #read on ao3 #the rookie #santa ana winds #chenfordbingo21 #by SoloOjoJojo

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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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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

AO3 link

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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.

#Chenford Fanfic Week 2021 #chenford fic week 2021 #CFW 2021 #chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford

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crose84 · 3 years

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He expects to find Lucy with Jackson or talking to one of Wesley’s yuppy friends, but he doesn't see her. Another scan of the crowd still doesn’t show her, bringing a frown to his face. Setting his beer down on a nearby hi-top table he sets off in search of Lucy. The house is quiet, the air conditioning a welcome reprieve from the late August heat. An end-of-summer party Angela had called it when she’d invited him weeks ago. An invitation he steadfastly refused until he overheard Angela and Jackson plotting to set Lucy up with any one of Wesley’s friends who would be in attendance.

Tim goes off in search of Lucy and discovers Patrice has a well-appointed bathroom.

#chenford #chenford fic week 2021 #cfw2021 #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #the rookie #chenford week day 3 #yes day three #i'm behind #smut #plot what plot

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poppypickle · 3 years

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Feast your eyes on the fills for Day 4 of Chenford Fic Week! These are flirty and fun and filled with undeclared feelings and unresolved sexual tension. Here’s a quick rundown:

Prompt: Wounded or someone close to them gets hurt

Nolan gets injured in a hilarious way and it leads to a tender moment between Tim and Lucy.

Prompt: "I'm calling the police." "We are the police."

Tipsy Lucy, karaoke, and flirting galore!

Prompt: Different first meeting

It’s the anniversary of Lucy’s abduction, and both Tim and Lucy have feelings about how differently things could have gone.

Prompt: "Don't move."

Lucy gets a bug bite in an interesting place and Tim tends to her wound. This amazing fill is by @nancyddrew

Prompt: Sweet tooth

Tim loves donuts but doesn’t want anyone to know because it’s such a cop cliché. So, of course, Lucy figures it out.

Prompt: "That a new dress?"

Lucy’s got a new dress and a date — only not with the person she really wishes it was with.

#chenford fic week 2021 #cfw2021 #Chenford #Tim x Lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen

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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

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic week 2021 #cfw2021

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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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pattysfics · 3 years

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Day 7 of Chenford Fic Week!!

Cruisin' into a new disaster

Summary: When your best friend asks you to be her maid of honor for her wedding on a cruise ship headed toward Mexico, all expenses paid, it was hard to say no. Plus a week away to relax and clear her mind before starting the police academy, it was an easy sale. A five-night adventure at sea, well…anything could happen, and Lucy was ready for the journey.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32649349

#The Rookie #Chenford #Chenford Fic Week 2021 #Chenfordficweek2021 #CFW2021 #Day 7!#Free day #Happy Birthday Eric!#things get a little spicy

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farfarawaygirl · 3 years

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Hey! Ocean was SO good. I really want to smack Tim, that was a total a*shole move that he did. Not rescheduling even when she asked? Poor Lucy! She has every right to be upset. Could we get a follow up, pretty please? Perhaps Tim’s POV trying to reach Lucy after the disaster he caused and hearing the trouble? And he needs to make it up to her ASAP. And explain himself lol.

Hey! 👋

I do have more coming!

Some of you may recall that I was on limited screen time last week, well, to make a long story short - the ER visit last week, missed something! It’s not a big deal? Like, no medical malpractice, I’m hard to diagnose and deal with, and my symptoms are always messy! But, it’s wasn’t just a regular migraine, I had a CSF leak, which has lead to some brain sag, which is, like, next level pain. All that leads me here now, with numb hands - not so conducive to typing.

I’m taking a wee break, and then I’ll be back.

I’ll still be lurking, and liking, but having to slow down a little bit.

I am so pleased ocean was such a hit! It was fun to write.

XOXOXO Em

#emma writes #chenford fics #brain sag #Emma is a medical mystery #chenford fic week 2021

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jaylamcd68 · 3 years

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Countdown to Chenford Week

I assume everyone has been busy writing and saving fics for Chenford Week 2021 cause it has been a DROUGHT on AO3 the past few weeks .. but that just makes the anticipation for chenford week that much greater!!!

#only one more day #cfw2021 #chenford fic week 2021 #chenford #the rookie #ao3 #fan fiction #I AM SO EXCITED

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everylastlinex · 3 years

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chenford week prompt day 7: “why are you so late?”

-1.4K words, rated T

this is in collab with the great @poppypickle who teamed up with @farfarawaygirl and I for day 7 to tackle all the prompts. check them out HERE and leave some love!

& a big THANK YOU to @therookiebook for organizing this and getting all our wheels turning for there to be such a wealth of fic put out this week! 💐

Where are you? Had to run an errand, give me another 20? Eat without me pls! 😘😘😘😘 A little vague, Tim thinks, but goes ahead and digs into his dinner, tired after a long day. Plus there’s a Rams game on tonight, he needs his energy to focus and root for a late season comeback. When she walks into the bedroom a good hour later, he looks up from the laundry he’s folding, tossing her a bright smile. “Hey, where you been?”

Lucy smiles at him brightly, but he thinks it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Before he can peer closer at her, she’s leaning up to kiss him, arms wrapping around him for a quick sideways hug. “Had some errands. Thank you for folding, I forgot yesterday.” Tim watches her silently, notices a little less pep in her step as she makes her way to the closet to change out of her jeans and into leggings, then moves to the dresser to take off the dangly jewelry she’s had on for the day. “You okay?” She catches his gaze in the mirror, narrowing her eyes at him slightly, raising an eyebrow defensively. In defense of what, he doesn’t know yet, but it’s enough to let him know something is up.

“Yes,” Lucy says, a little too much emphasis on the word. “Why are you so late?” She turns to look at him, glaring at him like he’s asked something extremely offensive. “What, just because we’re married now, I have to tell you where I am every minute of the day? I told you I had errands. Girl stuff. Errands.” “What kind of errands involve girl stuff?” His brow is furrowed in honest confusion. “Uh, maybe I was getting a bikini wax, how’s that for TMI?” He flinches and she smirks at him, but it lacks its usual warmth; it’s brittle and hard, so unlike her normal teasing and their routine banter. “Feel better now?” “Sure.” Six o’clock on a Thursday seems like an odd time to worry about personal hygiene, are those places even open that late, but what does he know about the mysteries of womanhood? He’s only been married twice. “Sorry,” he spits out as he returns his attention to the piles of clothes on the bed. There’s silence, and he’s not exactly sure what he did wrong, but he finishes folding quietly, and moves by her to the dresser to open her underwear drawer and slide her neatly folded panties and bras inside. “Good to go.” He drops a kiss in her hair, turns to head back to the bed for the rest of the laundry, but she grabs his arm, doesn’t let him take another step. “I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry. I’m picking a fight with you just to deflect and that’s not right- I’m not- I’m sorry.” Lucy shakes her head at herself, eyes watery with unshed tears. She exhales loudly and Tim braces himself for something horrible, some sort of disaster that’s gonna break his heart because of course it’s all too good to be true. This, her and him, them, this stage of early wedded bliss they’re in. He takes a deep breath, guards his heart, and asks, “Are you okay? Is everything-“ “I went to go see my mom.” She lets go of his arm only to wring her fingers together in that way she does when she doesn’t want to talk about what they’re talking about. “My cousin Lucas texted, said my mom fractured her arm. I just- I went over there with flowers. That’s all. That’s where I was.” “Okay.” Tim nods at her, appreciating the honesty, gives her a small smile of thanks for sharing the truth. “How’s she doing?” “Fine. It wasn’t a break. She’s fine. They’re fine.” “Okay.” He turns to move back to the bed but she grabs him again, throws her arms around his waist and squeezes tight. “I said okay.” “I know, I just, I was being a bitch, I’m sorry.” She sighs against his t-shirt, looking up at him with sad eyes. “I know you don’t like it when I go over there.” “I don’t like it because of how they make you feel,” he corrects her with a frown, “and how you’re a wreck afterwards for days. But she’s your mom, she’s hurt, of course you’re gonna go. As long as the visit went okay, I’m glad. Did it go okay?” She stiffens in his arms and he knows immediately it didn’t, can’t stop his whole body going rigid with sudden anger. “Lucy, how’d it go?” He repeats himself, recognizes his training officer tone when he hears it, but can’t hold himself back, not when it comes to her heart. She blinks back tears, burrows her head into his chest, and he curses as he wraps his arms tight around her, shuffling them to the edge of the bed so he can sit and drag her into his lap. “Dammit, Lucy, this is why I don’t like you going over there. You went to see her because she got hurt and they still made it about you.” “They can’t help it, okay, they worry,” Lucy says quickly, pulling away to look into his eyes, to convince him. “You have to look at it from their point of view. Having a child in a dangerous line of work is-“ “No. No, I don’t,” Tim tells her firmly, glaring at her like she’s saying all the wrong things. He’s trying not to get angry, not to be annoyed, but dammit, she’s saying all the wrong things. “I don’t have to look at it from their point of view, I only have to look at it from your point of view. You’re the only person that matters to me. Not them, not anyone else. You. We’re years into this now, so fuck their point of view, got it?” He’s pacing

and he doesn’t even realize it, only stops when he’s done talking to turn and look at her. She stares at him, emotion splashed all over her face, watery eyes, trembling lips. “Shit. Lucy, I-“ He’s expecting the argument to continue, thinks he might be spending his first night on the couch, but instead she comes right up to him, reaching up to cradle his face in her small hands. “You are… the most wonderful man.” When he rolls his eyes and tries to break free, she just continues, voice solid and steady, brown eyes locked on his blue ones. “I’m so lucky to have you on my side. And I love you so much.” “Yeah, yeah, okay, sure.” Tim drops a kiss on her forehead, pulls her in for a warm hug. “You okay? Wanna talk about it?” “I’m fine,” she tells him with a small smile. This one looks a lot more genuine than earlier, so he nods at her, even as his hands rub soothingly up and down her back. “I am, really. I had a good cry in the car and I’m done. All I want now is dinner and-“ “There’s a game on, wanna keep me company?” “Absolutely,” Lucy answers, “go Seahawks!” He growls at her, playfully swatting her ass and she squeals and grins at him, throwing her arms around his neck for a quick kiss. “Kidding. I would never.” “You wanna be sleepin’ on the couch tonight?” Tim threatens, pulling her closer, kissing her longer. It’s been all day, it’s been a long day, he’s needed her, needed this. He’s got her backed against the wall before he even realizes it, hands running over her curves, kisses becoming a little more heated, a little more desperate. “The couch, huh? That depends, are you gonna be sleeping there too? Are we going to be naked?” She teases the words against his lips, body arching into his, hands slipping under the hem of his t-shirt to rub at his stomach. “Am I going to be riding-“ “Damn, that’s hot,” he moans, giving her another fierce kiss even as his eyes dart above her head to eye the clock in the hall. “But, can you hold that thought? Give me an hour, until halftime, okay, just to see if these idiots can turn the season around.” He’s already moving away from her, headed to the living room to turn on the game, completely missing her huff of annoyance and dramatic eye roll. “Ugh. Men.” “Your man that you just said you love and appreciate,” he calls back, “and that includes on game nights. Now get your food and get over here.”

#chenford fic week 2021 #cfw2021 #therookiebook #chenford #my fic tag

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