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Chenford Fanfic Teaser: Sequel to That's What Partners are For
The Rookie Fanfiction | Chenford | Rated E | Intentional Seduction | Undressing
Remember when I wrote a Chenford fic inspired by this moment from Bones?
📸 @romanticallyterrible [original post here]
Well, the sequel is inspired by this moment from Psych.
📸 @onscreenkisses [original post here]
I started writing the sequel right after I finished the first installment. It's been kicking around in my drafts, and I occasionally shake off the dust and work on it. I've made quite a bit of progress this time, and wanted to share a little bit of what I've been working on.
Here are a couple of short excerpts from the first half of the story.
Title TBA (Rated E)
After the bomber is caught, Lucy and Tim give into their temptations. Tim decides it's his turn to undress Lucy.
... But every signal he had been getting from Lucy, combined with a gut feeling that grew stronger by the moment, told him—screamed at him—that she wanted him, too.
Here goes nothing.
Tim leaned a hip on the bar, facing Lucy. Close, but just out of reach. While they waited for a bartender to notice them, Tim lowered his lips to Lucy’s ear so he could be heard over the music. “Do you trust me to order for you?” he asked. “I think I’ve got a good idea of what you like.”
She wouldn’t have expected for such simple words to have such an effect on her. But something about the way Tim said those words filled Lucy’s head with ideas that she had tried to abandon after she walked out of the men’s locker room yesterday afternoon, evidence bags in hand.
Tim had pulled away from her ear, but lingered nearby, not having returned to his full height. Lucy looked up at him slowly. “Yes,” she said. “I trust you.”
“Two glasses of San Matias Cristal, dressed, please,” Tim told the bartender as he handed over his credit card.
“Opening up a tab?” the bartender asked.
“No, I’ll close it out,” he told them. He didn’t plan to be at the bar for very long if things went the way he had hoped.
“Tequila?” Lucy asked him, surprised. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you drink tequila.”
The heat building inside of Lucy’s body felt like no match for the look in Tim’s eyes when he said, “I wanted to try something new tonight.”
...
“Cheers.”
Their glasses clinked together and Tim’s eyes followed Lucy’s movements as her tongue peeked out to swipe a taste of salt from the rim of her glass before she took a sip. She closed her eyes as she savored the smooth taste of the tequila Tim ordered for her before letting the icy liquor slide down her throat.
Tim took a drink from his own glass, all the while keeping his eyes on her as she lifted the lime garnish to her lips and sucked its juice.
He was overcome with his need to touch her.
His fingers reached for her face and his thumb skimmed across the tip of her nose.
Tim leaned in, his lips next to her ear. “Salt,” he explained, his voice rumbling.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly.
As his lips pulled away, Lucy could feel the warmth of Tim’s breath coasting over her cheek. But Lucy couldn’t tell if the movement bringing their faces closer together came solely from Tim, or if she herself was drifting closer. Their noses now brushing up against each other, Lucy could sense that their lips were just a hair’s breadth apart.
She looked up at him through her lashes. “What are you doing, Tim?”
“This? It’s just… very close talking.”
Lucy shifted in her seat to bring their conversation (and their lips) even… closer. “Mmm, I see,” she said, enjoying the vibration that was created between their bodies.
“And what do you feel like talking about?” she asked, briefly closing her eyes, then opening them to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
Tim placed his fingers on top of her wrist so lightly, it felt like a whisper.
“You.”
Yes folks, Tim does indeed try something new that night. 😏
The sequel is rated E, so instead of posting a second chapter of the T-rated That's What Partners are For, it will be part of a series.
The series is tentatively titled Take It Off and can be found here on AO3 so you can subscribe for updates.
#chenford#chenford fanfic#teaser#lucy x tim#tim x lucy#read on ao3#the rookie#unintentional seduction#now it's intentional seduction#the rookie fanfic#inspired by bones#the goop on the girl#inspired by psych#bounty hunters#by SoloOjoJojo#fic: that's what partners are for#series: take it off
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Gravedigger Buddie? I have so many thoughts on what you could mean by that.
Well, let me either make or break your day! 😬
One of my favourite episodes from the show Bones is the Gravedigger episode (which, for a claustrophobic, is really saying something) in s2, when Brennan and Hodgins wake up in her car, buried alive.
Figuring out where they are, to try and send clues to the team? Writing goodbye messages in case they die there? Hodgins confessing his regrets? The scene with Booth running down to where they're buried, to dig her out? Quality.
Soooo, I had a Moment where I went 'take that angst, that hurt/comfort, that fear, that longing, and make it Buddie'.
I know we've had the 'buried under forty feet of mud after a cut line' episode, so I'm working on ways to make my vision of this ep come to life.
Stay tuned? I guess?
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What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O
it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”
the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997
it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)
two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama
and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio
edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.
i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes
#ask#nature#tornado#sorry if this reply is late#hope the image of walking tornadoes chills you to the bone as much as they do for me#usually i find tornadoes strangely awe inspiring#what with the shear power and destruction they can cause in such a short amount of time#but walking tornadoes are another class all their own#also i made a typo in fujita scale and it’s too late to fix it now
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Tell me everything!
#toh#toh spoilers#king clawthorne#the collector toh#toh collector#king toh#the owl house#platinum bones#toh fanart#snake's art#Collector design inspired by Snufkin and the Little Prince
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A few posts done for fun on Twitter! 😭✌️✨
Featuring Soap on a leash and would you love me if I was a worm?
#cod mw2#mw2#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#mwii#cod#soapghost#the worm designs arent mine but I really adore their wiggles I was inspired#ghost would definitely let johnny get away with some wild things I can feel it in my bones
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Continuing my series of painting studies but make it royai 💕
detail of Ferdinand Hodler's Night
#fma#royai#riza hawkeye#roy mustang#littlewitchbee art#inspired by that riza piece by one of the studio bones artists that's up for sale rn 🥲#i wish i could buy it#but it looked like they gave her blue eyes?????
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Beauty and the Bees
#my art#lavabean art#candela obscura#candela spoilers#Candela fanart#circle of tide and bone#circle of Tide and Bone spoilers#elsie roberts#rajan savarimuthu#rajan/elsie#critical role#inspired by Mr and Mrs X comic cover#beauty and the bees#the hive and the queen
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posts that have a target audience of two people
#inspired by my friend saying “rest in peace bones you would’ve loved house md last night#leonard mccoy#star trek#star trek tos
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the heavenly emperor has a brand new toy
(inspiration under the cut)
#thank u bones for inspiring me#this is the plot of the novel right#tgcf#jun wu#xie lian#heaven official's blessing#fanart#mxtx
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finally finished my little experiment vest! the first pattern i've designed for knit inspired by cannibalistic love stories + romans proposal to gerri in s2e8 of succession .... a v self indulgent project rly hehe, anyway i rly like the result but i'm excited to make variations already!
#succession#knits#romangerri#roman roy#gerri kellman#also inspired by#hannibal#bones and all#etc etc#textiles#textile art#knitwear#knitting
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All I can think about recently is that there are three main career options for Grishaverse main characters:
A) Child soldier
B) Criminal
C) ✨Both✨
#and none of them are a choice#it’s very dependent on who your government is#shoutout to Nina and Matthias for really exploring all options available to them#my poor babies#inspired by convo with my sister where she said why is everyone a child soldier and I said some of them are criminals too(!)#as a side note it’s very unclear whether Grisha in Ravka get paid to be in the second army#I’m pretty sure they don’t#like at least if you’re a criminal you can make some cash#not that I’m endorsing criminal activity obvs#but at least there’s marginally more choice as a criminal#it would appear at least marginally more autonomy#crooked kingdom#shadow and bone#the grishaverse#six of crows#grishaverse#leigh bardugo#grisha trilogy#seige and storm#ruin and rising#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#nina zenik#Matthias helvar#alina starkov#mal oretsev#genya safin#zoya nazyelensky
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dansant accrochées au bras de leur Mère
#herb brides#pathologic#pathologic 2#мор утопия#my art#seal_covered_in_powder_Oh_My_God_I_Love_[HERBBRIDES].png#top right inspired by pathologic classic hd Classic Bride#her model has a necklace of pearls/jewels but her card has something#closer to a necklace of bones which. makes obvious more sense.#bottom left is p2 short haired bride & bottom right p2 ''flowers'' bride [pink flowers]#& of course. horned bride but i change the horn shapes. for funnn
![#seal_covered_in_powder_Oh_My_God_I_Love_[HERBBRIDES].png](/tag/seal_covered_in_powder_Oh_My_God_I_Love_%5BHERBBRIDES%5D.png){kind=link}
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black candles burn all minds align.
photo ref: Monstrance Clock MV!! ❤️🖤
#my art#papa emeritus ii#secondo#papa emeritus fanart#ghost#fanart#ghost band#the band ghost#ghost band fanart#infestissumam#digital art#secondo my beloved#bone daddy#bro my inspiration rn is ALL OVER
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Wylan leaves in the morning.
He doesn’t plan to, not exactly, but he definitely doesn’t plan on staying, either.
Wylan is no stranger to one night stands. He can’t say he gets around very frequently, but enough to know the general plot of how they're supposed to go.
Flirt, drink, fuck, leave. The order isn’t necessarily set in stone, but the list ends the same every time.
He has a good time, for the most part, and it’s always a welcome break from the awful chemical smell burned into the Tannery or the staleness of the empty rooms in cheap boarding houses (when he can afford them) that Wylan is used to. Wylan likes the freedom that comes with it, too. It’s liberating to go where he wants and do what he pleases; to not worry about who he’s seen with or sleeps with or what they might think of him after. And he likes feeling wanted, for a little while. He likes being reminded that he exists.
So Wylan does not make a habit of falling asleep with the people who take him to bed.
He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, really.
He doesn't remember, and yet, Wylan wakes up with his head pillowed on Jesper’s chest. With Jesper’s arm draped over him. His breath is warm where it ghosts over the top of his hair, and if Wylan glances up he can see the way Jesper’s mouth— those lips— fall open in sleep.
It’s the best morning he’s had in months, possibly. Certainly the most comfortable.
He knows it can’t last.
Wylan looks at Jesper, still sleeping peacefully next to him, and he panics.
He’d woken up in Jesper Fahey’s arms.
He’d slept with Jesper Fahey.
Jesper has a reputation, and Wylan knows it, even new to the Barrel as he is. He’d heard about Dirtyhand’s second and resident sharpshooter plenty— Can’t resist a gamble, never misses a shot, and not just with bullets. Jesper Fahey is an excellent marksman, they say, with terrible luck with the cards, and a soft spot for pretty girls and even prettier boys.
Jesper’s played the field— multiple fields— went on a seismic world tour of fields.
Wylan is very good at not being noticed. He’s also very good at listening. People tend to look past him, they never pay any mind to the too skinny boy with the wild hair and the hunched shoulders and the grime that never seems to wash off completely after his long shifts at the Tannery. Wylan knows this, knows he’s very adept at being able to disappear, when he needs to.
So by the time Wylan actually meets Jesper, he’s well aware of his place in Ketterdam’s booming rumor mill. Jesper has many, and Wylan thinks by now he may have heard them all.
And yet, none of them do a thing to prepare him for Jesper.
They’d met in a tavern.
Wylan had been nursing his drink for the better half of an hour, trying to come up with reasons not to go back to the sad cot he had waiting for him in a rented room, with the only window overlooking the brick wall of a dark alley.
So far, he’d only come up with the one.
Wylan had seen the tall Zemeni man from across the room and hadn’t stopped looking since. He was flirting with a girl at the bar, twirling one of his guns in one hand demonstratively with a drink in the other. The girl— a curly haired blond— was giggling, hand pressed to her mouth with eyes that had very clear and direct intentions.
Wylan had almost resolved himself to a night of wasting the few kruge at his disposal with little to show for it, when the man had looked up and caught him staring. The man had smiled, twirling his gun with an extra flourish and then tipped his hat. Wylan smiled back, and gave a little wave. Embarrassing, He’d thought, stop it, he’s already with someone else anyway. He’d looked down, and stared at the near empty contents of his drink until someone sat down next to him and said, in a voice like apple butter and sweet syrup, “Can I get you another of those?”
Then Wylan had looked up into the eyes of the handsomest man he’d ever seen, and thought, he has the most perfect lips.
Out loud, he’d said, “I, uh, well—” His mouth was wide open, he’d realised, and shut it quickly. Again, the man had smiled. Again, Wylan had smiled back. “Yes, please.”
And that's how he’d met Jesper.
Afterwards, they’d stumbled through the streets— I know a place, Jesper said, If you want to take this somewhere more private— until they’d passed a corner where a vendor was selling traditional Kerch sweets out of a cart.
“Stroopwafels!” Jesper had stopped. “I love stroopwafels!”
Wylan was tugging him toward the cart without really making a conscious decision to move, and Jesper had laughed, surprised and delighted.
Wylan bought them both stroopwafels and handed Jesper his with a shy smile and a shrug. “For the drink.”
Jesper looked at him consideringly, head caulked to the side, and Wylan felt himself blushing in the low light of the lamps. “You’re sweet,” he’d said eventually.
“Is that bad?” Wylan had asked, sheepish. Jesper was already shaking his head.
“It’s good. Just not that many sweet things to be had in the Barrel. It’s refreshing.” He’d bit off a piece of one of the waffles and smiled. “These are sweet too,”— he’d leaned in, smile still earnest but with something decidedly different underneath— “I like sweet.”
Jesper had not touched him like he’d been expecting to be touched. Jesper made no assumptions; he’d asked, about everything, in a way that was near gentlemanly if it wasn’t for the fact that he radiated trouble through his pores. Jesper was— not quite gentle, because Wylan had expected hot and heady and everything deep, and Jesper was all of that and more— but he wasn’t rough. He didn’t bruise, not if Wylan didn’t say yes first, and afterwards he’d laid back down and settled Wylan into his arms in a way that he had no real way of protesting— didn’t want to protest, anyway— and kissed him.
It was that that had scared Wylan the most, he thinks. Because Wylan is rarely kissed for the express purpose of it. It was always the promise of more— the rush of what was to come. But people do not generally tend to kiss Wylan for the sake of kissing Wylan. It’s different. Jesper is different, and Wylan can’t afford to be stupid enough to do something like get attached. Can’t afford much at all— really.
But Jesper had kissed him, pleased and lazy and warm, and at some indeterminate time later they had both apparently fallen asleep.
And it was nice.
It was too nice. It hurt with how nice it was.
Wylan peels himself slowly out of Jesper’s arms, careful not to wake him, and decides then that he cannot stand to be here any longer.
Jesper Fahey is not what he’d expected, he’s better.
Jesper Fahey is lovely, and beautiful, and kinder to him than anyone has been to Wylan for almost as long as he can remember.
Jesper Fahey is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he isn’t going to stick around for someone like Wylan.
So Wylan leaves, and he doesn’t look behind him as he closes the door.
#wesper#inspired by the tweet about what kit said about their first meeitng#wesper drabble#wesper ficlet#wesper fanfic#wylan hendriks#wylan van eck#jesper fehey#shadow and bone#six of crows#shadow and bone fanfiction#Jazzy writes#jazzy writes fanfic#a drabble for your troubles?
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dailywisdom 3 part 1
these are my designs for the New York fashion show next millennia!!
#star trek#star trek fanart#captain kirk#bones mccoy#spock#fashion#be nice its my first time#the left one is inspired by Christine because PHAAA#HE LOOKS LIKE A SQUIRREL#art
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(Spoiler and Red Hood interrogating an annoying criminal [no, not the Riddler... This time])
Criminal: I'm tellin' ya, no lie!
Spoiler: I don't believe you. Start telling the truth.
Criminal: I'm serious!
Red Hood, pulling a gun out: Tell us!
Spoiler: I'd tell him. My partner here isn't in a very good mood. If I were you, I would talk, because he looks very close to stealing your bones.
Criminal: Stealing my bones!? What the fuck!?
Spoiler: Yeah. I mean, it's the Red Hood. Haven't you heard of him putting heads in a dufflebag? I've seen his bone collection, and I've seen how he gets those bones. Honestly, not pretty.
Criminal: Okay! Jesus fuckin' Christ I'll tell ya everything! Just let me keep my bones!
Spoiler, perking up: Thank you very much!
#dc comics#incorrect quotes#incorrect dc quotes#batfam incorrect quotes#jason todd#stephanie brown#spoiler#red hood#jaysteph#Stephanie would no doubt make the Red Hood sound even more terrifying#they play good cop bad cop a lot#no#Jason doesn't actually have a collection of bones#the idea of this one was inspired by#thepandaredd#so thank him for this one#if you want a timeline for these just let me know
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