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afictionaladventure16 · 21 days

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

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

The Rookie Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of guns and drugs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing,” you responded.

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

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

“Alright, I won’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On my way over, you sent it to Jessica.

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

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

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

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

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, “What happened?”

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

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

“Like two hours ago,” Tamara confessed.

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

“I know she did,” Tamamra hesitantly said.

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

“Are we going to tell Tim?”

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

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

“Alright,” Tamara hung up the phone.

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

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

“Talk about what?” Tim asked.

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

“I’m not angry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Frankie,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” Jacob asked.

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

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

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

“Y/N!” Tamara exclaimed.

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

Tamara face fell, “Where are you?”

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

“What was that?” Tamara asked.

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

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

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

“Lucy,” you said.

“Y/N?”

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

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

“Y/N, Hon are you okay?” Tim asked.

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

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

“N-No,” you stated.

“Good, where are you?”

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

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

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

“There it is,” Lucy said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,” you cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n!” you heard Tamara call out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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americaswritings · 5 months

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Tim's eyes caught hers and for a moment she felt breathless under the weight of his steel blue eyes. "Boyfriend?" "I said partner", she clarified, knowing fully well what it would sound like to everyone else other than cops. "If I recall correctly, I'm your superior", Tim pointed out. "No sign of amnesia then."

Prompts: "You told me to move on" & Tim asks Lucy to lay with him in the hospital bed and she says no because she doesn't want to hurt him. Tim says "you could never hurt me" and "please, I need you"

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baileys-3 · 1 month

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New One Shot - "Waxed Floor"

In any case, there were a few moments in his life where he imagined where, when, and how he might run into his ex-girlfriend and how he would react. But of course, the final scenario had to top everything. And of course, he could never have imagined this encounter - or should he call it a collision - in his entire life. Because who would ever envision something like THAT? OR Tim runs into his ex Ashley McGrady - in the truest sense of this words and chaos encounters.

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kaiyaamin · 8 days

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hey guys I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time but I have been super busy with exams and life in general. But I promise to try and update more often when I have time.

Love you all!

XOXO, Kaiya

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solo-ojo-jojo · 9 months

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Chenford Fanfic: About Last Night

Story summary: Chenford, Vegas, and the one bed trope

In a world where their undercover op isn't interrupted, Lucy and Tim must find a way to share a bed one night in Las Vegas.

One day last November, my friend @heatherelf77 shared the following tweet, and it got my brain a'thinkin'.

My first thought was of a scene from the 1934 film It Happened One Night, when Clark Gable creates a room divider out of a blanket between his and Claudette Colbert's beds. I imagined Tim doing his own version of that for sharing a bed with Lucy, and it went from there.

Read an excerpt below, or jump on over to AO3 to read it now!

Lucy opened the bathroom door to find Tim arranging pillows on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, amusement plain on her face and barely able to contain her laughter.

Tim paused and looked up at her. Why did he feel like she caught him doing something he shouldn’t?

“I’m creating a, uh–,” he gestured with his arm, moving it horizontally over the bed from head to toe and back again.

“A pillow wall?” she asked.

Tim looked sheepish under her gaze and shrugged one shoulder.

“Tim…” Lucy swallowed a grin, trying to maintain her professionalism “… do you really think that’s necessary?”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over the thought of admitting out loud that he was worried about being able to resist his attraction to her—especially when she had already made it clear that she didn’t feel the same way.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I know that this wasn’t part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t. But I can keep my hands to myself if you can.”

Tim held his tongue. That was certainly a loaded subject, and one he had already given far too much thought to in the past 24 hours. He knew he didn’t trust himself to answer. Avoiding the topic, he rolled his eyes and chucked a pillow in her direction.

“Fine,” he relented, and started to place the pillows back at the head of the bed. “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

“You choose,” she offered, before tossing the pillow back to him. “It really doesn’t matter to me.”

A knock and a voice diverted their attention to the door.

“Room service.”

Lucy was already making her way to the door when Tim stopped her.

“Wait,” he said in a firm, but quiet voice, causing Lucy to turn to look at him. She noticed his hand hovering behind the firearm tucked away at the small of his back.

“I’ve got it,” she reassured him. “It’s okay.”

“I know you do,” he returned, stepping in close and lowering his voice. “I just don’t like this. Any of this. I keep feeling like something is going to go wrong or our cover’s going to be blown.” He peered through the peephole to find a waiter with a room service cart on the other side. Keeping his hand behind his back, Tim opened the door, then poked his head out to look up and down the hallway.

The coast was clear.

“Baby,” Lucy cooed, walking toward Tim, “you got us room service?” Her fingers curled around his biceps and the tips of her press-on nails sent a shiver through his body.

He turned his head to look at her, and dammit, the way she looked up at him with adoration written so plainly across her face reminded him she could turn her undercover persona on and off so easily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe she was actually into him. And it was his job to play along.

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multiwriterrx · 2 months

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Lost my old account officially so I decided to start again ❤️

@writingwithcrystals was a blast 💥

But @multiwriterrx is here to stay ❤️

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korraofthereef · 9 months

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Rewatching the Mother’s Day episode on “The Rookie” and all I can think about is Lucy and Tim sitting in Lucy’s apartment building with a mini Lucy, or maybe a little Tim . . . Hell, maybe even both.

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I can imagine that if they had a girl they’d name her something like Gracie or Hannah. But if Lucy were to birth a boy, I can see them naming him Andrew— little babies Andy and Hannah.

Firstly, Lucy would absolutely dominate Mother’s Day. She would own it like her life depended on it.

With that being said, she would start the day off with a Lucy Lesson. Probably change the calendars and make everything seem like a normal day. Once she finally finished setting up the apartment, she would stand at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed just as the alarm went off and Tim sat up in their bed.

“Okay… good morning to you too.” He chuckled going over to his wife and giving her a tired chaste kiss on the cheek.

Lucy pretended to act angry while he made breakfast for his mini family— acting angry that he supposedly forgot her Mother’s Day when she purposely caused this.

Lucy huffed in “annoyance” placing both Hannah and Andrew in their play pen before she sat down on the barstool in front of her cooking husband, adorning an upset look across her features.

Tim took a double take on his lover’s facial expression, but paying no mind to it— assuming that she was just in a mood because she hadn’t gotten her coffee yet.

That reminded him. “Lucy, could you pass me the uh . . . what’s it called— oh!” He snapped his fingers, his tired brain finally cooperating. “The milk, please.” Tim couldn’t make Lucy her coffee without her milk and two sugars.

He softly smiled at his wife, but her spot on acting skills she developed from her UC work held strong as she scowled in his face while getting up from her seat to head towards the fridge.

Tim’s eyebrows basically hit his hairline. Lucy being grumpy in the morning was a daily occurrence, but never had she been so bluntly dismissive towards him.

“Lucy . . . What did I do this time.” He had sighed, hanging his head between his shoulders with his hands placed upon the counter.

Lucy smiled to herself, her Lucy lesson finally taking effect. She looked swiftly turned her body away from the open fridge and slightly slamming the fridge door in the process. “Don’t even get me started on that, Tim.”

Okay, now he knew he was in for it. “I don’t mean to frustrate you, but I really have no clue what I did.” Tim tried the kind and polite approach.

“Okay. Tell me, Tim, what’s the day today?” Lucy impatiently tapped her fingers against the countertop. “Uhh . . .” Tim walked over to the calendar. “Sunday? The 10th?” Tim questioned his angered wife, unsure if that was the answer she wanted to hear.

It wasn’t.

Lucy’s eyebrows raised as she waited for her husbands mind to finally click. Tim stayed, staring at her in utter confusion. “What, Lucy?”

Lucy gave up any hope she had for Tim. Her control freak of a husband was nothing without his calendars. “You should call your mom, Tim. Wish her a happy Mother’s Day.”

Tim jaw hit the floor. Metaphorically of course, but Lucy loved every minute of it. Tim’s head whipped back and forth from the empty calendar on the fridge and the mother of his children’s face.

“I- I swear I wrote it down. Lucy, you gotta believe me.” He pleaded, hands gripping the calendar as he flipped through every month.

“Wait a minute. Why is the whole thing completely untouched? Where are all my dates and reminders? Lucy what’d you do?” He had started to freak out. The calendar that normally sat on their fridge was currently hiding under their shared bed, and the inside of it looked like a black sharpie threw up all over it.

Tim loved his organized schedules. “I think we’re forgetting a major detail here.” Lucy leaned back with her arms folded across her chest.

Her husband immediately turned to her, guilt stricken his entire face. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I should have remembered. You do so much for this family— I shouldn’t have just wrote it down in the calendar like another useless meeting with the metro team.”

Lucy’s acting facade faded and a soft smile worked itself onto her features. “Thank you, Tim. Now you know for next time that you should remember these things. I don’t go writing our anniversary on the back of my hand so I don’t accidentally forget the day we get married.” Tim nodded in agreement. He walked over to his wife and wrapped her in a hug.

Lucy sighed into his shirt that smelled like their warm bed and his masculine scent. “And thus endeth the Lucy Lesson.” She murmured. At that sentence, Tim pulled away to see the look on her face.

“You purposely replaced the calendar?” He furrowed his brows. “Of course I did, who else will teach you the importance of validating your wife.” She smirked. “Point taken.” He hummed in defeat.

“We should get the twins ready for daycare. Lucy reminded. “Yes, that I do not need a calendar for.” Tim sure does love his routines. Much easier to remember than a singular day in the calendar.

“Oh, I did get you a gift, though.” Tim smiled at his lover as he walked backwards towards the playpen. “Really…?” She smirked. “Is it the kind of gift that gets me all sweaty and satisfied?” Lucy couldn’t deny the massive teasing grin upon her face.

“Not what I had originally planned, but I’m not saying no to that.” Tim concluded.

The man had placed his daughter onto his hip first, then leaning down to gather his son onto his other hip. The two young children’s weight was no match for his well trained muscles.

Just as the two were hoisted into his grasp, they started to wail like a siren. Tim grumbled while Lucy just chuckled from afar.

“Seems like everyone hates daddy this morning.” Tim echoed throughout the apartment then disappearing into his children’s room to get them ready for the day.

Seeing how much her life has changed since joining Midwilshire police force was such a blessing to her. She had met the love of her life and the family she never knew she needed— also creating one of her own in the midst of it all.

Lucy Bradford couldn’t be happier.

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deeg9 · 2 years

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Chenford Fic: 'Up to no good'

BUT .... What if Tamara and Tim wanted to break up Lucy and Chris?

“Thanks for this,” Tamara smiled at Tim as she climbed into the passenger seat of his truck. He was taking her to the police auction to pick out a new car. The city had finally refunded her after the LAPD found a kilo of drugs in the trunk and repossessed the car she bought from them. Tim wanted to join her to make sure it all went smoothly this time.

He looked out her window.

“I thought Lucy was coming?” Tim asked.

“No, her and Chris were kind of getting into it. She said to go without her,” Tamara’s lips formed a flat line and she looked down at her hands.

“They’re arguing?” He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he couldn’t help himself.

He’d finally told Angela the night before that he broke up with Ashley, even though it had been three weeks. He hadn’t told Lucy yet, and deep down he knew why. It bothered him more than he liked to admit that Lucy was still with Chris. He wanted her to be happy, but there was something about him Tim couldn’t quite put his finger on. All he knew was Chris wasn’t the right guy for her.

“Yeah. Same one for weeks from what I can tell. It’s just–”

“What?” He prodded when she paused.

“Look, I know I shouldn’t ask this, but I’m gonna anyway and if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine," Tamara said. "But you should know by not answering you’re actually telling me a lot so you really should just answer.”

“You haven’t asked me anything.” Tim pointed out.

“Right,” Tamara took a breath. “Why aren’t you and Lucy together?”

“Uhhhh,” Tim’s eyes darted to the side to glance at Tamara. He probably should have seen that coming, but he hadn’t. And he definitely didn’t think he should answer.

“Chris is so wrong for her,” Tamara insisted. “But whenever I see you two together, it just makes sense. Go ahead, try and tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lucy is my friend,” Tim started. “Maybe even one of my best friends, not to mention I’m her supervisor and she’s already in a relationship. There are a lot of reasons we’re not together.”

“And yet not one of those has to do with how you two feel about each other.” Tamara turned to him and raised her eyebrows.

“Did Lucy tell you she has feelings for me?” Tim asked, his heart skipping a beat. He knew he should stop asking questions. So why couldn’t he?

“She doesn’t have to. It’s how she talks about you,” Tamara explained. A sly smile formed on her lips. “Don’t you think she’s pretty?”

“Objectively… I can say she is,” Tim conceded. Not that pretty was the word he’d use. He thought of her more as … Beautiful. Sexy. Tempting. He could go on.

“So let’s review the facts. She's your best friend. You find her attractive. You’ve kissed her and I know you liked that. Tell me again why you don’t think you should be together?” Tamara cross examined him.

“What is happening?” Tim asked, not necessarily to Tamara. Maybe he was asking God. Or the universe.

“Dude. You’re hopeless,” Tamara sighed.

“Chris seems like a good guy.” Tim barely got the words out.

“I thought so too.” Tamara shook her head in anger. Clearly, Chris had done something to change her mind.

“What did he do? Lie? Cheat? Steal?” Tim posed, although he didn’t think Chris was all that slimy.

“No, way worse.” Tamara crossed her arms. His thoughts turned dark as he ran through the worst case scenario in his head.

“Tamara, if he hit her, we are turning around and–”

“Oh, shit. No, of course not,” she waved her hands across her lap. “But I would like to point out that if he did, she would totally kick his ass. Have you seen her in a fight? She’s a freaking badass.”

“Of course I have,” Tim tossed back. He looked between her and the road. “When have you?”

“On Halloween, when we found that secret passageway behind the bathroom wall,” she reminded him. “She stopped this stalker guy from attacking our neighbor.”

“Right,” Tim remembered asking Lucy why they didn’t move out after that. “I was a little busy that night taking out zombies on brain-melting drugs.”

“Okay, so you’re both badasses. Just one more thing you have in common.” She pointed out.

He rolled his eyes but said nothing, waiting for her to continue. He wasn’t going to ask about Chris and Lucy again, because it really wasn’t any of his business. Thankfully, Tamara seemed to read his mind.

“I didn’t really understand it when it happened,” Tamara began softly. “We were in the kitchenette at the DA’s office and he started singing this old song.”

Tim’s hair stood up on his arms.

“She told me later that she sang it when she was buried to comfort herself. It was the last thing she remembered doing before you pulled her out. He told her it got stuck in his head after reviewing evidence for the trial.”

“Piece of shit,” Tim muttered. There’s no way someone could do that to someone they loved. He couldn’t even listen to that song, let alone sing it. Especially not after watching Rosalind try to mindfuck Lucy with it at the prison.

“Excuse me?” Tamara asked.

“Chris is a piece of shit.” Tim said louder.

Tamara laughed, clearly satisfied with his reaction.

“But that stays between you and me,” Tim told her sternly. “In fact, this entire conversation doesn’t leave this truck. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Tamara saluted him sarcastically. “But we should definitely devise a plan to break them up.”

Tim balked. There was no way he was agreeing to that.

But …

“Did Angela call you?” Tim asked, trying to act casual.

“Fine, change the subject,” Tamara glared at him. “No, she didn’t. Why?”

“She needs a babysitter for Jackson for an hour on Thursday,” Tim told her.

“Sure. I have a test on Friday I need to study for,” Tamara said. “No reason I can’t do that from their place instead of mine.”

“Great,” Tim smiled a little too wide and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

Tamara furrowed her brows, examining his expression. She jumped in her seat.

“Oh! Angela,” she rubbed her hands together. “That’s brilliant.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tim said in a satisfied tone. He knew she’d catch on.

“Of course you don’t, because this conversation never happened.” Tamara smiled sneakily, excitement dripping from her words. “But we both know that once Angela is anti-Chris, it won’t be long until he’s sent packing.”

“Is that so?” Tim mumbled, sharing a calculated look with Tamara.

It might be the pettiest thing he’d ever done in his adult life, but he’d worry about regrets later...

#chenford fanfic #chenford fic #oneshot #fluff #tim bradford #tamara #the rookie #i miss my show #parallels #the rookie 3x09

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Tim Bradford Masterlist

Welcome to my Tim Bradford Masterlist!

Oneshots & Drabbles:

• Sweet 'n Sour (requested) 》 Reader is Tim's Boot, but his secret lover, too

• Fake it 'til you make it (requested) 》 When in need, Tim offers to be your fake boyfriend, even when you wish it wouldn't just be for the night

• Double the ring (requested) 》 Tim takes over after you've been brought to the station - arrested

• Nice for a price (requested) 》 Sometimes you just have to push him a little to be nicer to his rookie.

• Healing together (18+) 》 When meeting your ex-boyfriend, old wounds are ripped open, causing you to finally talk about your past mistakes • Trickedy trick trick (requested) 》 Who said patrolling can't be fun? Especially on april fools' day...

• Do it yourself, then! (requested) 》 After a fight with Tim, neither if you is willing to give in first.

• Restoring faith (requested) 》 After moving states with your daughter to leave behind your past, you meet Tim - your grumpy neighbor.

• Like a Dream 》 Waking up from a beautiful dream never felt this bad.

• Stop talking (requested) 》 Enough is enough.

• It's captain, baby (requested) 》 You might have forgotten to tell Tim, that you're his captain now...

• Lead me on (18+) (requested) 》 After pranking him goes wrong, Tim confronts you with his feelings for you.

• Give it all (requested) 》 After meeting Tim on an undercover mission, you're transferred to mid wilshire - your father's station.

• Little Miss Sunshine (requested) 》 Your Tim's little miss sunshine.

Series & Sequels:

• Boots and breakfast |pt. 1| |pt.2| 》 Being caught by his rookie wasn't exactly in your plans

• Sing me a Lullaby |pt.1| |pt. 2 (sequel)| 》 Goodbye my angel, now it's time to sleep.

• Nothing at all (18+) |pt.1| |pt.2| 》 Of course there is nothing going on between you and Officer Bradford... right?

• Doomed (18+) (requested) |pt.1| |pt.2| |pt.3| 》 After a one night stand, before starting as a rookie for the LAPD, you find out that he's not just a one night stand - no, he's your TO as well.

• Not just any man (18+) (requested) 》 Getting caught by your dad wasn't exactly how you wanted your evening to go - especially not in the middle of the act • My Man (sequel to Not just any man) (requested)

#the rookie x reader #the rookie imagine #the rookie #tim bradford x you #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford

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Tim Bradford Oneshots?

would anyone be interested in seeing some Tim Bradford x Reader oneshots from my Bottom of the River universe. You can find the masterlist here

Series Masterlist

#chiefdirector #tim bradford #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford imagine #the rookie #bottom of the river #tumblr polls

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Can you do a oneshot where Tim Bradford's s/o is very quiet and shy and Tim is just an absolute love sick puppy when she comes to visit him at work.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m looking forward to writing this!

#ness answers #tim bradford

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stalker - tim bradford

fandom: The Rookie

pairing: Tim Bradford x Reader

warnings: stalker, psychological trauma

request: you have a stalker and Tim comes to protect you when your stalker tries to break into your house

requested by: anonymous

“What are you going to do?” Lucy had asked him when they walked into the elevator. They were checking on a resident but Lucy had noticed that he kept checking his phone, not that she could blame.

When you had called 911 after someone had followed you home and left photos of you from different angles and at different placed and any photo that he was in had a big red cross marked over it, he had been worried. The last thing he wanted was for you to live in fear or get hurt by the person that was stalking you.

Tim rolled his eyes, “I don’t think that’s any of your business, Chen.” Truth was, he didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t anything he could really do. The guy had been taken in for questioning when the police pulled him over for the pictures and following you but his attorney had gotten him off on community service and he hadn’t come anywhere near you.

“You know she talks to me. She’s so scared to go anywhere, to see friends and family and be anywhere alone. I know you’re worried but you also have to understand how much this is affecting her.” Lucy spoke up. She knew it probably wasn’t a good idea but she loved and cared about you and as your friend it was her job to look out for you.

Tim sighed, he knew she was right, “I know. I don’t like this situation anymore than you do but I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to her to be scared but I also don’t want this to take over her life.” The one thing he loved about you was your positive attitude to everything, yet here you were, terrified to go anywhere on your own.

“You’ll get through this.”

“I really hope so.” He exhaled as his phone went off. As he listened to the person on the other line, his heart stopped and the blood in his body ran cold.

Lucy placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts, “Bradford, what’s going on?”

“Someone broke into the house.”

Tim didn’t wait for Lucy as he ran towards the squad car with Lucy hot on his heels. He got to your house in record time and the two quickly swept the house and Lucy was quick to tackle the stalker as he tried to run out the back for. Once he was convinced Lucy had the guy, he ran to the bedroom where he knew you would be hiding.

“Tim?” You replied shakily as he continued to yell your name. When he ran into the bedroom, you threw yourself at him and hugged him tightly. Tim was quick to wrap his arms around you as he felt you cry your heart out.

“It’s over, it’s finally over.” He reassured you.

He made sure to get you checked over by the paramedics and took your statement before helping you take a shower and ordering your favourite takeaway while you changed into your pyjamas.

“Do you need anything else?” Tim asked softly as he walked back into the bedroom.

You sighed as you laid on the bed, “Just hold me?”

“You sure?”

“I just need you right now.”

#the rookie #the rookie imagine #tim bradford #tim bradford imagine #oneshot #imaginingyourfandom

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americaswritings · 2 years

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My Tim & Lucy stories

The collection

* my personal faves

Safe place

Lucy realizes that she was wrong; Her safe place is not a place anymore, it's a person.

Trapped

It's Lucy's last day as Tim's rookie. But instead of spending it on the streets of LA fighting crime, they are trapped in an elevator together. This brings some unwanted memories back for Lucy.

Where the heart belongs

"You and I both know that there have been three people in our relationship from the beginning and I can't keep pretending to not notice that your heart belongs to someone else." (Rachel breaks up with Tim & Lucy is the one to read the message to him.)

Losing control

“I think Caleb- he-he put something into my drink”, she stuttered, and she heard Tim take a sharp inhale at the other end of the phone." (What if Lucy realized Caleb put something in her drink and called Tim for help?)

Dream a little dream of me

A familiar song is played at Angela & Wesley's wedding. Tim won’t let it break Lucy.

Found that person in you

Lucy tells Tim what happened with Chris. He finds out she hasn't just watched the video of herself in the barrel, but the body cam footage of her rescue too.

No place I would rather be *

"It's about Lucy. She uhm- she had a bad day. She's not coming out of her room anymore. I don't know what to do." He inhaled sharply, his eyes closing for a second as he swallowed. "I am on my way." (Lucy deals with the aftermath of watching the video, Tamara is worried & calls Tim.)

Can’t help falling in love (multiple chapters) *

Her gaze locked with his, brown met blue, and it was like a wave of calmness washed over her. He was studying her, his eyes fixed on hers, an intensity in them she had rarely seen from him. Why wasn't he looking away? And when had she stopped thinking about the lyrics? (Lucy agreed to sing at Angela & Wesley's wedding and shares an intimate moment with Tim.)

Can Beauty come out of Ashes? *

“You should get cleaned up”, he told her softly, letting his hand fall back to his side as he realized the dirt he had tried to rub away wouldn’t come off. He wondered if she would ever not look beautiful to him. (Tim and Lucy share a moment after the explosion nearly took Lucy's life.)

The Reality of Losing you (multiple chapters)

“Can we talk about something else? About your engagement perhaps. Congratulations by the way.” Her words sounded more forced than delighted and Lucy bit her lip, willing herself to get her emotions under control. (Tim doesn’t directly clear up his proposal is a prank and Lucy has to face the reality that she might lose Tim.)

No regrets

Prompts: "I'm sorry I kissed you" & "I'm not with Ashley anymore"

Head in the Game

"Hey." His arm came up to her shoulder, a firm touch to bring her back to reality yet gentle enough to show her she was not in immediate danger. She startled at the gesture, her head snapping towards him, and he could see unshed tears in them. Shit. If Lucy cried right now, it was over. (Tim & Lucy find out that Rosalind escaped while being undercover together.)

Never Alone With You By My Side *

"Come on, you can't say you didn't enjoy it!" She was teasing, of course, but there was a strain on his face. "Could have been worse." "Wow!" Lucy grimaced mockingly. "Way to make a girl feel special, Bradford!" "You know how special you are." (Now that it's all over the apartment feels too empty. So Lucy calls Tim.)

When will this nightmare ever end?

"Lucy-", he began, but she shook her head. "Don't tell me it's all going to be okay, because it's not! Chris almost died, because Rosalind wants to get back at me. I can't- I-" She closed her eyes, exhaling. "When will this nightmare ever end?" (Lucy waits for Chris to wake up and Tim is by her side.)

I thought you never saw me that way

Prompt: “I thought you never saw me that way."

Some things matter more

“I only wanted space, because I thought that’s what we both needed. Time away from each other to think.” Lucy tilted her head, biting her lip. “And did it help?”, she asked, her voice wavering slightly. Tim closed his mouth again, his jaw twitching. “No.” (Prompt: “Some things matter more.")

Always find you

5x03: Lucy gets trapped. With her radio signal blocked, Tim is left with nothing but his imagination about what could have happened to her.

Where our story begins

“Vegas- it wasn’t just pretend. Not for me anyway and I...I think it wasn’t for you either.” (Prompt: "I can't be your aide anymore.”)

One Good Reason

"Then why are you pushing me away?", Lucy asked. "Don't you want-", she bit her lip. Their eyes met and she saw the question in his eyes, the need for her to finish that sentence. "Me." (Prompt: "Are you afraid to be with me?")

Healing

"It might take a while but eventually it will feel real", Tim told her, referring to her words as she had stared at Rosalind’s lifeless body. Lucy looked at him, a mixture of emotions flickering over her face. "It just- seems too easy." (Tim makes sure Lucy is okay after they found Rosalind’s body)

If Tomorrow never comes

When the nurse had left and Lucy met his gaze again, his brows were lifted. "Boyfriend?" "I said partner." "If I recall correctly, I'm your superior", Tim pointed out. "No sign of amnesia then." (Tim asks Lucy to lay with him in the hospital bed)

Sick Days

Lucy gets sick, but goes into work anyway, because she's already taken a lot of sick days due to what happened with Caleb. Of course Tim notices.

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Masterlist

Some of these links are from my main blog but they are my writings! Thank you!

And I do take requests so just send me a message!

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Unholy (FemaleReader)

Part 1

Part 2

Distant (GenderNeutral)

I Won’t Say I’m in Love (Coming Soon!)

Numb3rs

Don Eppes x Reader

Still Rocking Your Hoodie (FemaleReader)

Hawaii Five-0

Steve McGarrett x Reader

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ (GenderNeutral)

Gender Reveal (FemaleReader)

The Rookie

Lucy Chen x Tim Bradford

Kind of Friends

Updated July 3, 2021

also I have a side blog for One Chicago so here’s the link for that masterlist!

One Chicago Masterlist

#masterlist #aaron hotchner x reader #don eppes x reader #criminal minds oneshot #Hawaii Five 0 #steve mcgarrett x reader #numb3rs #Criminal Minds #the rookie #lucy chen x tim bradford

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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.

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